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mulletjoonsupremacy · 2 years ago

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so freaking adorable

［ ☆ athlete!au + artist!au — choi san

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✧ maybe you were wrong

✧ and maybe “maybe” is an understatement, because the way you feel about him now indicates that you definitely were wrong

✧ coming into college, you didn’t really intend to become buddy-buddy with any jocks, despite knowing not all of them had to be assholes

✧ but as an art kid, you felt like your hesitance was just a little warrented

✧ it was a few months into your freshman year, you’d become mostly settled into your routine and successfully avoided sporty assholes

✧ so when, on your way home from your late night friday work shift, the fan-favorite member of the college soccer team pulls up to you in his slightly crappy car

✧ you aren’t the most inclined to accept his offer to drive you home

✧ obviously, you weren’t blind, and choi san’s perfectly sculpted face and broad shoulders are absolutely tempting

✧ half of you yells that you don’t know him, and you couldn’t trust him despite his kind smile and the reasoning behind his offer; he said he wouldn’t want you to walk all the way back to campus alone in the dark

✧ the other half argues that he’s right, it’s dark and the chill in the fall air bites at the exposed skin of your face

✧ he doesn’t even push it when he probably notices the hesitance in your face as you size him up

✧ it's probably the poor choice you made on the way to work that gets you to climb into the front seat of his car—the wind is starting to win against the thinner-than-ideal jacket you put on and you’re afraid you’ll freeze to death before anything else

✧ he smiles when you thank him, telling you it’s no problem, you’re both going to same place anyway

✧ you almost bolt when you realize you have no idea how he knows you attend the same college

✧ he must have seen the alarm on your face and almost stumbles over his words to let you know he’s actually in your gen-ed english course

✧ you relax, though still surprised that he recognized you; you hadn’t even known he was in that class

✧ he asks which dorm you’re in, then lets you sit silence

✧ you’re surprised by that too, he thought he’d force conversation, maybe even say something stupid about your typical art-kid outfit looking weird

✧ but he doesn’t, he just asks if you mind if he turns up his music a little

✧ you say no, so he does and he sings softly along to the lyrics here and there

✧ that night was the first time you thought there was probably no reason to worry about his popularity on the soccer team

✧ so the next monday in english, you tried not to make it obvious that you were looking to see where he sits in the class

✧ you even smile when he catches your eye and waves

✧ that friday, you hear the honk of a car from behind you as you walk home in the dark again and almost jump out out of your skin

✧ you don’t see it, but san cringes out of guilt; he hadn’t meant to startle you

✧ it turns out he works practically the same friday night shift as you, just somewhere else, and he’s happy to keep driving you home to avoid the cold and the dark

✧ you’re still not too sure about it, but he’s just too kind to say no to

✧ throughout the next few weeks, you build a rapport with one another, he even picks you up directly from your workplace now

✧ steadily, he breaks nearly every jock stereotype you could have placed on him; he’s eager to hear about your art projects and thinks your outfits are cool

✧ he’s kinder than many of the other art students you’ve met and actually cares about passing his classes well

✧ basically, he’s perfect and you couldn’t have been more grateful to him for his help every week

✧ but, out of your own fault and prejudice, were still more willing to trust people over him

✧ you’re friendly with the girl, jenny, who sits next to you in ceramics and somehow the soccer match that weekend comes up in conversation

✧ you’re not surprised to hear that she hates sporty kids; you get the mindset she’s in

✧ but you are surprised when she specifically mentions san

✧ “he’s the worst of them i swear, he’s such an asshole,” she says

✧ “really?” you question “he’s been super nice to me, he’s a cool guy”

✧ you’re willing to defend him at first, because it’s true, he’s been one the nicest people you’ve met in college so far; he’s your friend

✧ “yeah, probably cuz he thinks you’re hot or something and wants you in his bed. either way, just trust me, he’s nice until he’s not. he called some not-so-nice shit a few weeks ago, i couldn’t even tell you why. be careful will him—there’s no way he has good intentions. have you not heard that about him before? he’s known to be a player, and we’ve only been here for four months.”

✧ and hearing that fucked with your brain

✧ you hate to admit it, but even after a long debate over what you heard and what you experienced, trust issues and immaturity win you over

✧ that friday, you text him telling you don’t need him to pick you up

✧ he replies in the same way he normally does, kind, understanding and unquestioning

✧ even that creates a small bubble of guilt in your chest, but you remember the way the girl in your class had elaborated on the things he said to her, and you don’t want to make excuses for him

✧ but you forgot about the whole part where, whether or not san picks you up at your workplace, he still passes you on the way home

✧ so when he sees you bundled up in your big coat and struggling against the strong winds carrying the promise of snow, he’s beyond confused

✧ he pulls up and rolls down the window despite the way it lets in the freezing cold air

✧ he calls your name, and you look up, only to frown at him

✧ “i thought you said you didn’t need me to pick you up? hop in, it’s freezing out there!”

✧ “no thanks, san! I don't need you to pick me up anymore, k?”

✧ there’s an edge to your voice that he’s never heard before

✧ you begin walking, so he moves his car along with you

✧ “wait! at least tell me why. did i say something? i’m sorry, but you can tell me if i did something wrong and i’ll do my best to fix it, i swear!”

✧ he sounds so genuine, you question how he could have said the things to jenny

✧ but he must have, why would she lie about it?

✧ “you probably did a lot of things, san.”

✧ “please, i don’t know what you’re talking about. at least let me drive you tonight, okay? get in and we can talk about it, yeah?”

✧ you chew at your lips, not sure what to do. it’s tempting to be petty, but his voice of reason makes it easier to see you might be being immature

✧ you huff out a sigh. “fine.”

✧ climbing in, you’re secretly grateful for the ride; your legs are tired after a long day

✧ “what’s up, huh? friends talk with each other, right?” he rolls up the window and looks over to make sure you’ve got your seatbelt on

✧ you sigh, “yeah. yeah you’re right.” just being with him reminds you of how you should have acted in the first place

✧ “i should have just talked with you. this girl in my ceramics class, jenny, she told me some shit about you and it scared me that it was true”

✧ he frowns at that, “kwon jenny?”

✧ “yeah”

✧ “well, she definitely doesn’t like me. can’t say i’m surprised. i don’t know what she said i did, but i can tell you it’s not true, at least it’s definitely not as bad as she made it sound. a few weeks ago i confronted her about screwing over wooyoung.”

✧ “what do you mean?” you ask, immediately recognizing the name of san’s best friend

✧ “they dated for like a week before wooyoung found her making out with someone else at a party. so yeah, i was probably meaner to her than i should have, but i wouldn’t call her the nicest person either.”

✧ “oh. gotcha. i’m assuming you didn’t call her a bitch then?”

✧ “god, definitely not. jeez, what else did she say? y/n, i swear i’m a nice person, you know that.”

✧ he sounds afraid of what you think of him

✧ “she called you a playboy… seems a little hypocrytical.”

✧ he laughs a little, surprising you

✧ “i, uh, i haven’t dated anyone in over a year, nor have i really tried to. until recently.”

✧ “first of all, i’m sorry i believed her over you, i don’t even know her that well. thanks for making me talk to you and thanks for bringing me home. i think my legs would have fallen off. second, what do you mean by that! tell me more, friends talk about things, right?” you say, echoing the same thing he had a few minutes prior

✧ you’re eager to move past your blunder and back into your smooth friendship, despite feeling a little disappointed he’s been crushing on someone else

✧ “well, you’re welcome. and i forgive you, but don’t do it again, yeah?”

✧ “of course. now who has caught your eye mr. choi san??”

✧ “i’ll tell you later,” he teases

✧ “nooo, tell me now!! i have to know”

✧ “you will, just not now, okay? this payback for you trying to avoid me because of rumours.”

✧ you can’t really argue against that, and he’s right, you will come to know and it’s certainly not what you expected

✧ because the next week, he’s waiting by the door when you close your shift, holding flowers

✧ his smile is somehow confident and bashful at the same time when he tells you it’s you he’d like to date, if that something you’d want too

✧ he probably almost died of a heart attack when you kissed him on the cheek and told him yes, you’d like that very much

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letsgoletsgetit08 · 1 month ago

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ateez soft hours pt. 2

how they would treat you while you're on your period

maknae line

warning: mdni, period sex, smut

word count: 3.4k

ao3 link: maknae line

author's note: I uh. yeah.

choi san: "What's up, babe?" He sounds out of breath over the phone, "I'm finishing up at the gym."

"Everything hurts and I want to die." You whine.

"Oh, no, my poor baby! Do I need to bring you any supplies on my way over?" His voice was sweet, always so attentive. You felt lucky every day that he grew up with an older sister.

"No, I'm okay with all that, but thank you. I just want you to come lay on top of me with your entire body weight."

"Anything you want, honey. You know you could come join me at the gym, exercise helps relieve cramps, allegedly." He was mainly joking.

You groaned, "Ugh, Choi San stop talking about exercise right now or I'm going to turn homicidal. You know any other day I would have gone with you."

He laughed at your dramatics, "I know, precious. I just had to tease, I'm sorry. I'll be sweet the rest of the night, promise."

"I mean if you really want me to break a sweat, I have some ideas for cardio we could do later." Heat curls in your aching abdomen at the thought of it. Glad your boyfriend has never been squeamish about period sex.

"Oh?" He asked, you were silent until the implication hit him, "Ohhhh. Well, yes, of course." His voice lowered so he couldn't be heard by anyone around him, "You know I'll take care of you, baby. Make you feel so good. No touching yourself until I get there, okay?"

Your thighs clenched together at his words, "Okay, yes, I'll be good." Your voice was breathy, already laced with lust.

"Mmh, good girl. Already getting all bothered for me, aren't you? I'll see you soon, honey." He didn't give you a chance to reply before the line went dead.

San was so good at picking up on your cues, happy to take the lead or to follow, depending on your mood. You liked him any way you could get him but your favorite was when he gently took the reins, giving you soft but stern instructions and showering you with praise all night, talking you through every orgasm. The thought of it made it hard for you to keep the promise you had just made to him.

You decided to shower instead, waiting for him to come home, feeling a little yucky after being in bed all day.

By the time you emerged in nothing but a towel, San was already there.

"Hi, gorgeous." He enveloped you in a big hug. He had showered at the gym, it seemed, hair still damp, cheeks rosy, comfy in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Sannie." You sighed into his chest.

He pulled back and trailed his hands down your arms, "Look at you, all clean just for me?"

You nod, looking down, feeling shy and exposed. Hormones, probably.

He pulled the towel open to look at you, "Oh, honey. I'll never get over how stunning you are." He pulled the towel all the way off, tossing it over the still-open bathroom door, reaching for you again, hands warm as they fell to your slightly boated tummy. He always made you feel so beautiful even when you felt like a hot pile of dog shit. "I brought something." He kissed your forehead then went to his backpack, pulling out a bottle of massage oil, "Thought this might be nice. I know your body is achey. Does a massage sound nice?"

"It sounds incredible." You smile at him, tears in your eyes, feeling especially grateful for him in that moment.

"Come on then, jagi." He leads you to your bedroom, grabbing a new towel on his way, to keep the massage oil - and whatever other potential bodily fluids - off of your bedding.

He has you on your stomach, deft hands turning you to putty at their touch, paying special attention to your lower back, where he knows carries extra tension. You're nearly in a trance when he wipes one hand on the towel, still kneading one ass cheek with his other hand, evidently able to tell what the massage was doing to you, your core becoming wet with arousal. He removed his other hand and you hear a squirting noise. When his hand returns, you realize the noise had been him applying lube to his fingers, which were now teasing your already slick slit, up and down, movements slow. Your legs parted further on instinct.

"Yes, baby, that's it. This is what you wanted, hm? Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel good." San’s voice was low and you felt yourself grind back into his fingers at it. "Patience, love." He chuckled, "We have all the time in the world."

His fingers found your clit, applying pressure to either side of it, before finally brushing over the top, just briefly before they slid down your folds once again, his other hand spreading your ass cheek as he held his fingers to your entrance. He didn't have to apply much pressure at all, you were so turned on that your cunt sucked him in greedily. He thrust them in and out a few times before curling them forward, hitting your sweet spot. Your back arched at the sensation and you could tell he was smiling behind you, "Mmh, so responsive, jagiya. I could do this for hours."

And you believe him, too. He sets a pace but slows down when you try to fuck yourself back onto his fingers, "No, no, sweetheart. Let me bring you there. I want you as relaxed as you were when I was massaging you, okay?"

"Yes, sir." You manage, face squished by the mattress, brain floating towards another planet already.

"Good girl." He says, fingers returning to continue their ministrations.

At some point, his thumb finds your tight ring of muscle, taunting him as it sat there within reach right above your now absolutely quivering cunt, circling it and adding just a little pressure. A gasp leaves your mouth at the sensation, surprised at how much you like it. "Mmh, so sensitive. You like this don't you?" You were so wet, every nerve alight at his touch, seconds from falling apart, holding on because you knew he would want to tell you when to let go. "You've been so good for me, angel, why don't you go ahead and come? On my fingers like a good girl."

Your body obeyed immediately, pleasure rolling through you. You thought your orgasm might never end, it was unlike anything you had ever felt before. "There we go baby, just like that. God, you're stunning." You were still clenching when he removed his fingers, just long enough to strip off his boxers and tank top, climbing back up and guiding the tip of his cock to your absolutely drenched core, letting you suck him in, inch by inch. The way he filled you had you immediately working up to your second peak, "Christ, honey, you're so wet. So. Fucking. Tight." He punctuated his words with the snap of his hips as your walls clenched around him again and again.

"Sannie-" You cried out in pleasure.

"I know, kitten, I'm right here with you." He purred. By the time you're worked up to your third release, he's cumming in perfect time with you, cock quivering as he pumped you full. "Oh my god, yes, fuck." He cried out. "You were made to take me, weren't you, baby? So fucking good for me." He praised you as he pulled out, collapsing beside you and dragging your limp body over to lay on his glistening chest.

"Sannie, that was... fuck." You couldn't form proper words, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, jagi." He kissed your forehead, "The pleasure is all mine."

song mingi: He barely stirs as you roll on top of him, body aching, too early to do anything about it.

"Mmh, baby," Mingi’s morning voice is deep, raspy, one of his big hands pulls your leg up over his hips, the other tugging you closer to his chest.

You fall back asleep for a while. When you wake up, your head is a little more clear, and you realize you've bled through your underwear onto Mingi’s boxers. Heat flushes your cheeks in embarrassment and he stirs as he feels your body tense.

"'S wrong, jagi?" He rubs your back as his eyes blinked open slowly.

"Mingi, I'm so sorry, I-" you move your leg and he realizes what happened.

"C'mere." He pulls you back down into a slow kiss, apparently immune to your morning breath. You can't help but let out a moan as his hand finds your ass cheek, helping your hips grind into his thigh. "Yeah, you like that?" He all but growls into your ear as his hands work your stained underwear off, following with his own swiftly behind.

He rolls you over wordlessly, spooning you from behind, his already hard length in hand as you open your legs for him. He drags the head of his cock from your clit up to your soaked entrance, repeating it a few times until you're whining, grinding your ass back, begging to be taken.

"Oh, really?" He whispers, kissing down your shoulder, "You want me that bad, hm?"

"Please, Mingi, yes." You beg.

He holds his cock to your entrance, "Don't worry baby, I've got you." He pushes forward slowly, tip barely buried inside of you. "Go ahead, then." He instructs. You obey, working yourself down rather easily with the extra lubrication as you stretch over his large dick. You can tell he's watching himself disappear inside of you, his hair tickling your shoulder.

"Ah, fuck, jagi. You take me so well." He moans, beginning to lay long, lazy strokes. You knew when you first saw him dance on stage that his stroke game would be incredible, and you were pleased to find out how right you were when you started dating. It's only improved as he's gotten to know you better.

His hand reaches around to find your clit, fingers bumping into his shaft as he pleasures you, the perfect amount of pressure, circling and stroking. You were cramping so bad when you woke up but now your ab muscles had been given something real to focus on. You lean back, head falling to his broad shoulder as your whole body spasms in release. "Fuck yeah, just like that, baby." Mingi growls, his pace picking up as he works you through it, hips pumping harder and faster until he finally stills, and the feeling of his cock pumping you full of his seed is nearly enough to have you on the edge of coming again. All he has to do is play with your tender nipples and lay a few more strategic strokes and you're clenching around him again, breathless, whole body boneless, insides jellied.

You both caught your breath for a minute before Mingi spoke again. "Baby, I know we had plans for the farmers market today, but I'm sore from dance practice yesterday and I know you don't feel well. What if I make us some breakfast and start a load of laundry and then we can stay in all day and watch movies until I have to go to the studio tonight?"

You crane your neck around to kiss him, off-kilter from the odd angle, "That sounds perfect, baby."

"Mmh, good, I'm glad." He kissed you again, "Let me go grab you some Midol and start the shower, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you for being so sweet to me."

"Of course baby," He smiled as he extracted himself from your back, "I'm happy to. You always take care of me, it's the least I could do."

jung wooyoung: Hands on your waist startle you as you're washing dishes, audio book playing through your headphones concealing the noise of Wooyoung letting himself in.

“Ah!” You nearly drop the bowl in your hands, “Jesus! You scared the shit out of me!”

You feel yourself relax into his touch as he hooks his chin over your shoulder and moves one headphone off of your ear, “Baby, you're shouting.”

You huff as you place the bowl onto the drying rack, “Whose fault is that?”

He begins tickle you, “Not my fault!”

“Youngie!” You whine as you turn around in his arms, trying to evade his attacks, “Stop it!”

“Aw, grumpy,” his pout matches the one on your face.

You slap his chest playfully, “Hey, I have the right to be grumpy, my period just started.”

His expression turns sympathetic immediately, “Oh, jagi.” He kisses your forehead, “How can I help?”

You considered it for a second, “Well, I bought ingredients to make dinner but I really don't feel like cooking, so I was thinking about ordering in instead.”

“No way.” He grasped your face in his hands, “I'm gonna get you set up in the living room and then I'll get started cooking, okay?”

“Are you sure? You don't have-”

He cuts you off with a swift kiss, “No protesting. I'm happy to do it.”

You watch one episode of the show you've seen a thousand times, curled up on the living room couch, but as you see the preview for the next episode, you realize it's one you don't care much for, plus, the smell coming from the kitchen is calling your name. You turn off the TV and walk in right as Wooyoung is bending down to put the food in the oven to bake, making yourself right at home behind him on the island. He shuts the oven door and removes your light pink oven mitts- which look adorable on him - turning to spread your legs open so he can stand between them, arms caging you in as he presses his forehead to yours.

“Hi, beautiful.” You've always found his voice endearing, but it's especially so with the slight rasp it gets when he's jonesing for a you fix.

“Hi, handsome.” You barely get the words out before he's kissing you. Slow, deep movements from his mouth draw a moan from yours.

You can already feel heat pooling between your legs at his proximity and you pull back to ask, “Baby?”

“Yes, darling?” He smiles, eyes dark with desire, reveling in how he knows he drives you crazy.

“How much time do we have?”

“Twenty minutes,” His hand skims the waistband of your loose sleep shorts, sending shivers down your spine, “Plenty of time.”

You don't get a chance to reply before his fingers find their way inside your underwear, circling your throbbing bud slowly before dipping down to gather the slick that has gathered at your entrance, taking his time as he trails them back up, exploring your folds before resuming his ministrations at your clit.

Your hand finds his waist to hold onto for support, getting carried away with the sensations he's providing.

His thumb takes over for his fingers as they work their way south once again, circling your entrance before plunging them inside, curling them to hit your sweet spot.

“Wooyoung-” You gasp, your muscles already tensing at the magic he's working.

His lips tickle your earlobe as he whispers, “Shh, jagi, I've got you.”

Your head falls to his shoulder as his fingers set a pace, the sound of how wet you are at his touch only serving to double it.

You whimper as your walls start to clench around them and you can almost picture the smirk he's wearing, “That's it, pretty, just like that. Come on my fingers.” His words only intensify the sensation of pleasure as you clench around his fingers, panting as you call out his name.

He pulls his hand out when he's sure you've ridden out the waves, holding his slick fingers, streaked in some places with blood, in front of his face, devilish look on his face, eyebrow cocked.

“Wooyoung!” You scold him, “Don't you dare-”

But it's too late, he's popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean, eyes rolling back in his head at the taste.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

The timer goes off, interrupting you from further chastising him.

“What?” A smile takes over his face, “You taste good all the time, honey.”

You roll your eyes, but secretly find it cute.

He insists on feeding you bites of your dinner later, wiping the corners of your mouth with a napkin when you're finished.

Later, in the shower, you let him bend you over and hit it from behind, pulling out last second to finish, hot liquid landing on your back, your ass. He helps you wash your body to make up for it.

Once in bed, he kisses you all over, making you giggle and squirm before finally relenting and tugging you to his chest, stroking your hair as your breath evens out and you drift off to sleep.

choi jongho: You almost wonder if the man has logged into your period tracking app on his phone, uncanny in how he can pretty much always predict it. Eyes studying you a few days out as you tear up unexpectedly at a particularly sappy car commercial. You find your cabinets stocked with your favorite snacks the next day.

The next morning, you wake up bloated, cramping, and grumpy. As you head into the bathroom, you realize Jongho has re-stocked your pain killers and period supplies. You call him when you get back into bed.

He answers on the second ring, “Hi, princess, how are you feeling today?”

“I swear you're more accurate than my tracking app, you fortune teller.” You can't help but be amazed at his abilities.

He chuckles, “No, peach, I just pay attention.”

You smile at the cute pet names. He's always trying out new ones on you. You can hear traffic in the background, “You're the best. What are you up to?”

“I'm about five minutes from your apartment.” He answers.

“Choi Jongho!” You giggle, “How did I get so lucky?”

“I'm the lucky one, jagi. I'll see you soon.”

He's good to his word, chocolate and a teddy bear in his arms, backpack slung over one shoulder when you open the door to let him in.

“Baby!” You all but squeal, “You're too good to me.”

He puts his things down on the coffee table and pulls you into a big bear hug, “Anything for my perfect girl.”

You pull back and he traces your cheek with his thumb before leaning in to kiss you, his lips slow and careful, hands gentle as he pulls you close. Your tongue probes into his mouth and he allows it, a moan coming forward from somewhere deep in his chest. He detached his lips, “Do you want to go to your bedroom, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please.” You simper.

He scoops you up bridal style and carries you to your bed, placing you gingerly onto the bed, climbing on top of you, kissing you into the mattress.

“Baby,” You stop him as he reaches for the hem of your shirt.

“What's up?” He falls to the bed beside you, not wanting to crowd you.

“I'm probably going to sound crazy and too needy-”

“Hush, don't talk about my girlfriend like that. Tell me what you need, ma chérie.”

You giggle at his attempt at French, “I don't really want to like… have sex. Because I feel icky. But I still want to. You know.”

He smiles fondly at you, “Where's your vibrator, gorgeous?”

You blush, pointing to your bedside table drawer.

He is relentless with your favorite toy, talking you through multiple orgasms, leaving your legs jellied, panting and sweating.

“So good for me, darling. I love watching you come.” He praises you as he switches the vibrator off, placing it on the bed beside him, pulling your boneless body to his chest.

“Thank you for understanding,” you murmur into his chest, “Sorry I didn't feel like doing more.”

“You never need to apologize for something like that.” He kisses your forehead, “Promise I'm happy to do it anytime. Anything to help my baby feel good.”

The teddy bear he brought is the weighted kind you microwave to help alleviate cramps, which he fixes up for you before curling up with you on the couch, chocolate within reach. He turns on your favorite comfort movie without being asked, humming the score softly. The sound of his voice melts your heart. You feel yourself drift off to sleep before the movie ends, with Jongho’s strong, warm hands moving absentmindedly across any expanse of skin within his reach, heart feeling fuzzy with affection towards your sweet boyfriend.

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