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[atzmutt]

What would u say someone who wants to moot u on dc needs to be like? o(*｀ω´*)o cause i just saw ur post and checked ur acc out and lowkeyyy ( ☆∀☆)

(If this is weird ignore it pls ( ；∀；))

its not weird dw😭 i also canf really tell if this is a compliment or insult )):

but to answer ur question, i dont really mind anyone ^_^ i js want someone who would actively ttm but also not mind that i have a life beyond fiction and social mediaT-T””

[thatateezgirl]

Mingi’s favourite place: Against The Mirror

(ruining you version)

Where desire isn’t just felt, it’s seen…

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idol - Mingi x fem!reader

genre: smut

content warnings: MDNI, power imbalance, size kink, pinning/restraint, rough sex, slight degradation, possessive language, objectification, pain/pleasure dynamics, biting/blood, crying, mirror sex, marking, jaw grabbing, verbal coercion, dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex, orgasm, creampie

words: 1k

AN: this is a stand alone series I'm going to do for all 8 of them, which has nothing to do with the fics I have posted so far. This is purely smut for the sake of smut.

*everything is fictional, just for some distracting fun*

Reposts are super appreciated 🤍

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Something about Mingi is that he loves using his size to his advantage whenever he can.

Pinning you to a wall, a mirror, or even a window, caging you in with his body, turns him on more than anything else could. Knowing that you’re trapped and at his mercy is simply too sweet.

So today, when he kisses you hard, walking you back to crash into your closet door, you don’t even fight. You know there’s no point.

His hands are all over you, tracing your body like it’s his first time, like you’re brand new.

He lingers over every curve, every angle. One hand kneading your ass as the other cups your jaw, tilting your head up to him.

You both know he owns you, but he likes to remind you. Every. Time.

He nips at your bottom lip, enough to draw a tiny prick of blood, and you wince. Oh, but you love it.

He goes down on his knees and removes your shorts before hooking your leg on his shoulder.

You can’t help but watch him, so meticulous yet so needy.

He’s straining against his waistband, even from your position you can see it, but he doesn’t do anything about it. All he wants is to taste you on his tongue.

“I’ve trained you well, you’re dripping already.”

Your heart is hammering against your chest as you prepare for what’s to come, and before you know it, his tongue is on you, sucking you hungrily.

Your knees buck slightly, but his strong hand on your stomach pins you up as his other is holding on to your thigh, fingers digging into your skin.

He laps you up so deliciously it’s intoxicating, and your head falls back, giving into the sensation.

Your breathing is loud and shallow, and when he slides his thick finger in, you jolt in surprise at the feel of his rings. He never keeps them on, and you weren’t expecting it, but the cold metal against your burning core feels so good.

Your moans grow louder as his pace increases. He knows exactly what rhythm gets you going, and his fingers curl right into that perfect spot inside of you, the one that makes your whole body shake at every touch.

He loves seeing you do that, addicted to the way his fingers fit so perfectly inside of you.

Your smell, your sweet taste, the way your tight cunt wraps around his fingers so perfectly, your intoxicating moans, the way your body shakes and bucks for him - everything about you drives him insane in the most delicious way.

He’s working you so well that you’re dripping, making a mess of everything - his hand, his chin, your thighs. But you don’t care. Not when your whole body is vibrating as you come closer to your release.

And that’s when he stops, removing his fingers in an instant, much to your disappointment.

“M-Mingi, please… don’t stop…” you whine as tears brim your eyes, feeling frustrated from being so close.

“Oh baby, I’m only just getting started”

He whips you around, face and chest pressed against your closet mirror, and you see him unzip his trousers, freeing himself.

You swear you can feel how hot he is even when he’s not in you. You squeeze your thighs at the thought, biting your lip and he smirks.

“You like that don’t you?” He yanks your top down, exposing you to your reflection. “You like how filthy and slutty you look, seeing yourself dripping from my fingers and my tongue?”

You don’t answer, simply licking your lips in approval.

He groans. “Fuck baby, if you keep looking like that I might cum before I get to fuck your dripping cunt.”

You shake your head in a silent plea. You need to feel him bury himself inside you and fill you up.

Out of habit, he grabs the nearest step stool, one of the many things you keep lying around just in case, and out of habit, you climb on it.

He slaps your now aching pussy with his leaking cock, and you whimper, nails clawing at the glass.

“Ready?”

He always warns you before pushing into you, knowing just how much it stretches you out. But this time, when he lines up and starts inserting himself into your cunt, you don’t wait. You slam back into him, taking him completely by surprise as you cry out, both from pain and pleasure.

“Oh, ‘s that how you wanna do this? Okay.”

Without another second to waste, he starts pounding into you, completely and utterly ruining you. Your whimpers turn to full fledged cries, some even screams, as tears pour down your face. Your body is giving way to him, losing strength with every thrust, hitting your g-spot so precisely, and you feel yourself slip under.

He grabs your jaw, harsh, and forces you to face the mirror.

“Watch.” He commands. “Watch how much of a mess you are. You’re my toy, I can do what I want with you, and I know you love it.”

He bites your shoulder. “Say it.”

“‘m your to-y”

“And?”

“I lo-ove i-it”

You’re sobbing, but you can’t look away from the obscene scene in front of you. Your mouth hanging open, tear streaked face, tits bouncing hard with every thrust, thighs drenched from your slick - and him behind you, looking at you like the devil took a hold of him. That visual makes you smile, a strained half moan half giggle coming out from deep inside of you.

That’s all he needed.

His pace increases, his thrusts deeper if that was even possible, chasing both of your releases.

You’re losing your grip on reality as the tension builds inside you. You can feel it building in him too by the way his head is thrown back, grunting, hands digging into your hips with enough force to mark you for days.

And when you finally reach your climax together, it feels like nothing more beautiful could exist. Your moans make a perfect harmony as you twitch around him, milking every last drop.

His head falls on your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath, when he looks up and says “Same time tomorrow?”

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[atzmutt]

Discord moots / req fics ^_^””

lmfao this looks so desperate i am looking 4 friends on dc so i stay more active + i need more motivation for THIS app too lolz

oooooo u wanna friend me soooooo bbbaaaaddddd…… oorrre if youre reading this you wanna check out my works and req smth… hmmm👀👀👀👀👀

look cute stuff this is so tempting bmff bmf bmf

[atzmutt]

“Ruthless teasing.”

MDNI 🔞🔞

smut , fluff !!!

w.sn wsn woosan c.san j.wy

top wooyoung bottom san

desperate needy san with bratty top wooyo drabble/fic hehehehe enjoy

San and Wooyoung are laying in bed together, just cuddling and both on their phones watching reels or tiktoks. Wooyoung’s hand was on San’s thigh under the blanket and San was curled up to Wooyoung.

San suddenly looked up at the younger man. pouting and putting his own phone down. “Wooyoungie, I’m bored..” San whined out.

Wooyoung put his phone down with a smirk, he loved when his adorable boyfriend got all needy like this. “What do you wanna do, Sannie?” Wooyoung rolled onto his side to fully face the other, cupping his face gently, squeezing his pouty, slightly puffed out cheeks.

San blushed. “I kinda wanna try something new..” He squirmed slightly, he was embarrassed but he knew his caring boyfriend wouldnt make fun of him, despite how much of a tease he was.

“Can you tie me up, Jagiya..? Make me feel good…” San pouted.

Wooyoung’s breath hitched, he felt his member instantly harden in his pants. “Ofcourse, baby. Anything for you.” Wooyoung got up, stand up and walking to their closet, leaving San alone on the bed.

San was biting his lip he was so excited. Him and Wooyoung havent had the chance recently to be alone and do new things together because of their busy schedules, but his boyfriend always manages to take care of him in the end.

Wooyoung eventually emerged back into the room with a rope in his hands, he crawled back onto the bed and straddled San’s hips, tying his wrists to the top of the bed post.

San whimpered at the feeling of Wooyoung ontop of him, trying to hump Wooyoung’s ass.

Wooyoung just laughed. “You really are just a horny mess right now arent you Sannie?” He teased.

Once both of San’s wrists were tied, he went down the other’s body and tied his ankles to the bottom of the bedpost.

Wooyoung crawled between San’s legs. “Is this okay, baby? Can i do more to you?” Wooyoung asked San sweetly, rubbing his thigh gently.

San was so turned on, he loved how his boyfriend treated him like he was the most precious thing on the planet. “Yeah, Woo… You can undress me, touch me—anything..” San blushed.

Wooyoung smiled and kissed him gently before getting up once again to grab some toys. The toys consisted of a vibrator and a butt plug. When Wooyoung returned to the bed, he dropped the toys next to him and started undressing the older.

First came off San’s top, revealing his broad shoulders and muscular torso. Second came his pants, San felt so vulnerable and bare in the moment but he trusted his boyfriend so much. Lastly was San’s boxers. Wooyoung slid them off of San and revealed San’s thick, big length.

Wooyoung chewed his lip at the sight, he had seen his boyfriend naked numerous times before but he could never get over how truly sexy his man is.

Wooyoung held the vibrator up to show San. “I’m gonna make you cum with this, not gonna stop even if you beg me prettily, okay baby?” Wooyoung rubbed the powered off vibrator against San’s dick teasingly. “But if you need to stop, you know our code word, right?”

San nodded, he shivered at the teasing contact, his dick twitching and leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. Then he suddenly felt something cold and metal touch his hole. He gasped and jumped slightly. “Woo—Whats that..?” San let out a ragged breath.

Wooyoung laughed. “Its a plug, hyung. Gonna stretch your tight little hole for me with it.” Wooyoung pressed the tip of the plug against San’s hole, not pushing in, but making sure the other man knows its there.

San whimpered, he was so turned on. “Put it in then, young’ah…” San murmured.

Wooyoung smirked, pushing the plug into his boyfriend’s hole slowly until his hole completely consumed the metal. Wooyoung pressed two fingers against the base, moving the plug inside of San’s hole as he leaned up to kiss him.

San whined into Wooyoung’s mouth, gripping onto Wooyoung’s shirt like it was his lifeline. This all felt so good for him, Wooyoung knew what San liked and exactly how he liked it.

“Gonna turn this on and make you cum for me Sannie, you ready?” Wooyoung said against San’s lips, gesturing to the vibrator.

San whimpered and nodded quickly. “Please… I-I wanna cum so bad jagiya..” San whined, he sounded like he was in heat, needy and cute.

The strong vibrator turned on and San jumped instantly, his back arching and he started moaning prettily. The vibrator made his cock throb and ache, leaking all over himself.

Wooyoung hummed, watching his boyfriend writhe and struggle underneath him. “That feel good, baby?” Wooyoung said mockingly.

“Yeah..” San panted, sweat on his forehead making his bangs stick to it. “It feels so good, young’ah… So close already..” San moaned and whined, he was so overwhemled with pleasure he couldnt even think straight anymore.

Wooyoung watched as San’s cock leaked profusely, his legs shaking slightly and his abs tightening, all signs of San’s obvious pleasure.

San’s dick started pulsing and he knew this was his limit, he gripped the sheets tightly and whimpered. “J-Jagiya im cumming… T-turn it off… I feel like..” San’s hips bucked up in pleasure against the vibrator. “I feel like I’m gonna pee—please… Woo, stop…” San begged, panting and moaning in pure pleasure.

Wooyoung showedd no signs of letting up. He kept the vibrator on and kept being the brat he is. “Cum for me san’ah, I know how bad you wanna…” Wooyoung looks down and sees San’s hole squeezing the plug desperately. “Such a little attention whore, arent you?” Wooyoung giggled.

San whimpered, his boyfriend was always a tease but he was so close to the edge he didnt even care enough to be angry at him, he moaned loudly as his dick squirted, it was his first time ever experiencing this.

San’s cock throbbed as he whimpered and shook in pleasure, he couldnt tell if it was cum or pee—or a mix of both—but it felt good to finally release after his boyfriend’s ruthless teasing.

Wooyoung turned the vibrator off and laughed, he was amused. He untied San and laid down with him, pulling the bigger man against him, cuddling him. “Sannie, you did so good, you’re such a good boy.” Wooyoung whispered, kissing san’s sweaty forehead.

San blushed and snuggled closer to his boyfriend. “I love you, Wooyoungie..” San mumbled, still trembling from his strong orgasm.

Wooyoung smiled softly, rubbing San’s back gently. “I love you too San’ah.”

[atzmutt]

Just right now? // not a full fic, drabbles…

heavy nsfw!!! MDNI🔞 hongjoong camboy submissive au hehehehehe smutty n dirty solo

ugghh drabble…

just thinking about horny hongjoong camboy makes me soooo😵‍💫😵‍💫……

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Hongjoong who always adores his fans and trusts them, went live with atiny barefaced. He was laying in the hotel bed, waving to atiny.

“Atinyy~~ … hello, its been a long night…” He sighs, running a hand through his bleached blonde hair. It really stood out against his clear tan skin.

After a bit, everyone went wild in the live comment section, telling Joong how hot he is and what a good leader he is for his boys.

Hongjoong reads the comments thoroughly and smiles, obviously staring at the comments. He read one in particular out loud “Honjoong you are so handsome right now.” He smiled and blinked.

“Just right now?” He laughs and bites his lip, subtly flirting with atiny, whether it was just fan service or not, he found it fun. The comments obviously went crazy.

He hummed, so many ideas coming to his head. He slowly aimed the camera down of the live and ran his hand down his gray sweats. “Atiny, do you like my sleepwear?” He asks innocently.

The comments are still going crazy, more and more people joining the live and start ‘flirting’ back with Hongjoong.

Hongjoong couldnt help but feel excited, he blushes slightly and ran his hand down into his shorts, pulling out his decently sized dick, he was cleanly shaven and it was somewhat veiny but it was girthy and firm. “Ah.. atiny.. what about this..?”

He slowly stroked himself while reading the comments, everyone was freaking out and he knew what he was doing was wrong, that he shouldnt be doing what hes doing, but it felt so right in the moment.

He set the phone up to keep jerking his cock off for his fans on livestream, letting out small whines. Almost cumming, leaking pre-cum all over his pretty hand, he starts fucking his hand, arching his back, his small but round ass on display, begging to be used. He desperately touched himself until he came hard, even when he came in his hand he continuously humped his pillows, whining.

He was in heaven. Pleasure completely consumed him, the only thing he needed though at that moment was to be dicked down by any of his members.

[atzmutt]

“Best captain ever.”

matz seongjoong afab/trans Seonghwa and submissive bottom Hongjoong. s.hw shwa hwa hj khj joong joongie

NSFW MDNI 🔞🔞

smut , fluff !!!

if theres mistakes in this ur crazy… (im lazy and tired and heheheuehe anyway here u go finally)

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Hongjoong and afab/ trans Seonghwa have to share a hotel room due to availability with the hotel. Neither of them minded due to how close they were and they knew nothing bad would come out of them rooming together.

The two oldest members were saying goodbye to the rest of their group before heading into their shared room, they both pyt their bags down on their respective sides of the bed, Seonghwa on the left, Hongjoong on the right.

Hongjoong kept glancing at the older, although they were close, there was always this awkward air between them that always made Hongjoong nervous, especially with physical touch.

While staring way longer than he should have, he said “Hwa, are you going straight to bed? It’s late.” in a rushed out, kind of nervous tone.

Seonghwa paid no mind to how nervous the other was, he was always this way and he honestly found it adorable. “Yeah, im just gonna wash up in the morning.” He said casually with a smile. Hongjoong felt reassured and more comfortable all from Seonghwa’s soft tone and his smile that can make you blush within seconds. “Alright.” Hongjoong muttered. “I’ll do the same then.”

Once they both unpacked their clothes and required things for trips like toiletries, they changed into loose, comfortable pajamas and settled into bed together.

They stayed far away from eachother, the both of them on their respective sides of their bed.

After a few minutes of silence, Hongjoong turned his whole body to face Seonghwa in the bed, “Can i talk to you?” He said quietly, almost hesitantly. Seonghwa just smiled. “Ofcourse, whats up joongie?” Hongjoong blushed, looking away from Seonghwa’s intense eye contact.

“Ah well.. you know our members, they’re all open about their relationships with eachother and with other people romantically.. or uh, sexually..” Hongjoong tried explaining clearly but he was struggling due to the gorgeous being staring him down. Seonghwa reached out and got closer, rubbing his cheek with his thumb slightly “Dont be nervous, talk to me..” Seonghwa said.

Hongjoong was panicking internally, this was heaven for him but at the same time … what is happening? “I-I… well..” Hongjoong stammered. “Hyung, im a virgin.. And hearing about all the other members makes me so jealous.. And they can be so open physically..” Hongjoong expressed his feelings to the best of his abilities.

To hongjoong, this is a huge step towards his relationship with Seonghwa,

but Seonghwa just thinks Hongjoong looks so cute stressing and being all shy. Seonghwa smiled softly and cupped the younger’s cheek. “It’s okay.. im not judging you..” He looked down, seeing that Hongjoong was getting.. hot and bothered. He smirked and looked back up to the other’s face.

He slid his hand down Hongjoong’s shirt slowly and leaned in, whispering in his ear,

“Do you want mommy to help you..?”

Hongjoong’s eyes widened, there was no way this was happening to him… Was this real? Was his luck finally turning around? He looked into Seonghwa’s eyes. “C-can you? Is that okay..?” He muttered out.

“It’s always okay. But i want you to earn your release, are you okay with that, baby boy?” Seonghwa replied in a sultry voice that made Hongjoong squirm. Hongjoong nodded, “Yeah.. I wanna earn it… Please..” He said pathetically. Seonghwa laughed, but not in a mocking way. He loved and adored how the younger was so innocent and just adorable.

Seonghwa got up and walked around to Hongjoong’s side of the bed, making him move so Seonghwa can lay down and spread his legs slightly. Hongjoong was still in shock about this whole situation but Seonghwa just looked so inviting and sexy laying there for him.

Seonghwa looked up at the other, smiling. “Get between my legs, Joongie.” At that, he instantly obeyed and got between the older’s legs. He looked down to see his hard bulge was pressing against Seonghwa’s pajama shorts covered pussy.

Seonghwa hummed. “Do you like how that feels? Does mommy’s pussy make your dick hard, joongie?~” He said with a voice that make Hongjoong feel like he was high. He rubbed his dick against Seonghwa’s clothed pussy desperately. “Y-yeah.. mommy.. I wanna put it in you… M-mommy Hwa…” Hongjoong whined, rutting against the elder.

Seonghwa bit back a moan, he could admit he wanted to let this subby boy fuck him, but he needed to have his fun too.

He grabbed Hongjoongs jaw gently but firmly and leaned in close, his lips ghosting over the younger’s. “Well mommy didnt say Joongie could touch his pussy.. Be a good boy and apologize.” He said sternly, looking into Hongjoong’s shy and desperate eyes.

Hongjoong was quick to obey his elder, despite the throbbing ache in his boxers. “I-Im sorry Hwa.. i-i just got excited.. im a good boy I promise… Forgive me mommy..” He said desperately, laying down on Seonghwa’s chest, looking into the older’s eyes submissively.

Seonghwa could almost die. This was so amusing but so hot, he had never seen the younger so full of lust despite barely getting any friction or touch. He per Hongjoong’s hair and smiled. “Yeah, you’re such a good boy for me. Mommy forgives you.” He smirked and looked down between his legs where Hongjoong was still sat still like the obedient man he is and looked back into Hongjoong’s eyes.

“Take my boxers off.” Seonghwa demanded. Hongjoong in a flash is already pulling his boxers down, revealing Seonghwa’s bare pussy to the semi cold air. Hongjoong threw his boxers on the floor and looked into Seonghwa’s eyes as if asking for another task.

Seonghwa giggled and took off his own shirt, leaving him bare and completely naked for Hongjoong. Hongjoong was ecstatic, and so was his dick. He so badly just wanted to fuck the older’s perfect pussy. Seonghwa smirked and threw his shirt on the floor with his boxers and reached for Hongjoong’s clothes.

He paused. leaning into Hongjoong’s face. “Is this okay baby? Can I undress you?” Seonghwa asked. Hongjoong nodded. “Yeah.. I want to make you feel good, Hwa..” Hongjoong smiled sweetly. Seonghwa kissed him, trying to express how much he appreciates the other. Seonghwa’s hands moved down Hongjoong’s body and slid his shorts and boxers off. Their lower bodies were pressing against eachother so good. As their tongues tangled, Seonghwa had to break the kiss to take Hongjoong’s shirt off.

With both of them now naked, they were making out on the bed skin to skin, not connecting their bodies but grinding against eachother, Hongjoong’s hands were sliding up Seonghwa’s waist, almost like he was worshiping the older’s body.

Seonghwa couldnt wait anymore, he was gonna take what he wanted.

He pulled back from the kiss and panted slightly against Hongjoong’s trembling, desperate lips. “Joongie, you wanna be a good boy so bad.. So eat mommy Hwa’s pussy for me… If you can do that for me, I’ll let you fuck mommy’s pussy.” Seonghwa declared.

Hongjoong quickly complied and went down Seonghwa’s body, kissing down his torso and to his dripping wet pussy. Hongjoong’s breath hitched, he was so turned on and he knew he needed to please Seonghwa.

Hongjoong went down on Seonghwa’s pussy, eating him out like he was a starving man. He started circling his clit with his tongue and fingering his hole. He was doing his best, teying ti please Hwa so good.

Seonghwa looked down at the younger, moaning sweetly for him as he ate him out. It felt so good to be eaten out by Hongjoong, the one man in his life who makes him feel a real connection with someone; his soulmate.

“Such a good boy Joongie, making mommy Hwa feel so good. You taste and feel how wet I am? Thats from you… My sweet boy.. Joongie making mommy’s pussy so wet..” Seonghwa moaned, playing with Hongjoong’s hair. He was becoming delirious, the younger was way too good with his tongue and fingers.

Hongjoong was so desperate for the other man. He ate his pussy out and fingered him just the way he knew Seonghwa liked. Seonghwa tasted like vanilla and … something that felt like home. He was rock hard himself and was leaking pre-cum all over the sheets.

Seonghwa stopped him, panting and whimpering. “Want you to fuck me now Joongie.. Wanna be full of my sweet baby boy’s dick…” Seonghwa talked smoothly, knowing what he wants, knowing Joong will easily give it to him.

Hongjoong jumped up quickly, kissing Seonghwa as he lined his cock up with his pussy hole. He grabbed onto Hwa’s waist and started fucking his pussy while making out with seonghwa.

Their tongues clashed againsr eachother sloppily and messily, Hongjoong slamming repeatedly into Seonghwa’s wet pussy. The room echoed with the lewd sounds of skin against skin as the two men made sweet love to eachother. Hongjoong, so desperate for Seonghwa, just doesnt let up, he thrusts in and out of Hwa’s perfect, tight pussy.

“Hwa, I-I love you… love this.. you make me feel so good, let me stay inside you forever..” Hongjoong muttered throughout his pleasured groans and moans. “So tight..” He thrusted in and out of his pussy. “I’m not gonna last long Hwa, c-can I cum inside..?” Hongjoong was so pathetic for the older, just fucking his pussy like a good boy and begging desperately.

Seonghwa laughed amongst his moans as the younger pounds his pussy so good. “Yeah, baby.. Mommy loves you too… such a good, pathetic boy…” Seonghwa reaches down and rubs his clit vigorously while Hongjoong fucks his wet dripping pussy. “Cum inside me..”

Hongjoong whimpered. He knew he was submissive, but he had never been like this before, he just needed to cum inside Seonghwa, he felt like he’d die if he didn’t.

He pounded Seonghwa’s pussy for a while, whimpering and panting heavily with kisses between the two.

Hongjoong was at his limit. He knew we was about to break and cum inside Seonghwa right then and there. “Hwa.. Hhngh.. c-cumming inside you..” Hongjoong whined, still fucking him.

Seonghwa moaned, he was also at his peak. “Ngh fuck.. okay.. My Joongie.. i-im gonna cum with you baby, okay..?” He moaned, just wanting to feel good and finish with his sweet boy.

Hongjoong moaned with him, thrusting one last time before cumming deep inside Seonghwa’s pussy. “Breeding you.. Breeding mommy.. So good.. So warm, Hwa..” Hongjoong murmured, still slowly fucking Seonghwa’s cum filled pussy.

Seonghwa came with Hongjoong, just panting and soaking in the post-orgasm feeling. Hongjoong didnt want to pull out and Seonghwa wasn’t gonna stop him so he spooned Seonghwa and pulled the blankets over them both, keeping their bodies as warm as Hongjoong feels inside Seonghwa.

Hongjoong, being a pathetic man, was still humping Seonghwa’s cum dripping pussy under the blankets while they cuddled.

“I love you, Hwa..” Hongjoong mumbled against Seonghwa’s neck as he kissed up and down the back of the older’s neck.

Seonghwa chuckled, smiling softly. “I love you too Joongie.. Best captain ever…”

Hongjoong was so hally at the praise, he smiled widely and snuggled close to Seonghwa, continuously kissing his neck romantically and sweetly as they both eventually fell asleep while Seonghwa cockwarmed Hongjoong all night.

[atzmutt]

“Best captain ever.”

matz seongjoong afab/trans Seonghwa and submissive bottom Hongjoong. s.hw shwa hwa hj khj joong joongie

NSFW MDNI 🔞🔞

smut , fluff !!!

if theres mistakes in this ur crazy… (im lazy and tired and heheheuehe anyway here u go finally)

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Hongjoong and afab/ trans Seonghwa have to share a hotel room due to availability with the hotel. Neither of them minded due to how close they were and they knew nothing bad would come out of them rooming together.

The two oldest members were saying goodbye to the rest of their group before heading into their shared room, they both pyt their bags down on their respective sides of the bed, Seonghwa on the left, Hongjoong on the right.

Hongjoong kept glancing at the older, although they were close, there was always this awkward air between them that always made Hongjoong nervous, especially with physical touch.

While staring way longer than he should have, he said “Hwa, are you going straight to bed? It’s late.” in a rushed out, kind of nervous tone.

Seonghwa paid no mind to how nervous the other was, he was always this way and he honestly found it adorable. “Yeah, im just gonna wash up in the morning.” He said casually with a smile. Hongjoong felt reassured and more comfortable all from Seonghwa’s soft tone and his smile that can make you blush within seconds. “Alright.” Hongjoong muttered. “I’ll do the same then.”

Once they both unpacked their clothes and required things for trips like toiletries, they changed into loose, comfortable pajamas and settled into bed together.

They stayed far away from eachother, the both of them on their respective sides of their bed.

After a few minutes of silence, Hongjoong turned his whole body to face Seonghwa in the bed, “Can i talk to you?” He said quietly, almost hesitantly. Seonghwa just smiled. “Ofcourse, whats up joongie?” Hongjoong blushed, looking away from Seonghwa’s intense eye contact.

“Ah well.. you know our members, they’re all open about their relationships with eachother and with other people romantically.. or uh, sexually..” Hongjoong tried explaining clearly but he was struggling due to the gorgeous being staring him down. Seonghwa reached out and got closer, rubbing his cheek with his thumb slightly “Dont be nervous, talk to me..” Seonghwa said.

Hongjoong was panicking internally, this was heaven for him but at the same time … what is happening? “I-I… well..” Hongjoong stammered. “Hyung, im a virgin.. And hearing about all the other members makes me so jealous.. And they can be so open physically..” Hongjoong expressed his feelings to the best of his abilities.

To hongjoong, this is a huge step towards his relationship with Seonghwa,

but Seonghwa just thinks Hongjoong looks so cute stressing and being all shy. Seonghwa smiled softly and cupped the younger’s cheek. “It’s okay.. im not judging you..” He looked down, seeing that Hongjoong was getting.. hot and bothered. He smirked and looked back up to the other’s face.

He slid his hand down Hongjoong’s shirt slowly and leaned in, whispering in his ear,

“Do you want mommy to help you..?”

Hongjoong’s eyes widened, there was no way this was happening to him… Was this real? Was his luck finally turning around? He looked into Seonghwa’s eyes. “C-can you? Is that okay..?” He muttered out.

“It’s always okay. But i want you to earn your release, are you okay with that, baby boy?” Seonghwa replied in a sultry voice that made Hongjoong squirm. Hongjoong nodded, “Yeah.. I wanna earn it… Please..” He said pathetically. Seonghwa laughed, but not in a mocking way. He loved and adored how the younger was so innocent and just adorable.

Seonghwa got up and walked around to Hongjoong’s side of the bed, making him move so Seonghwa can lay down and spread his legs slightly. Hongjoong was still in shock about this whole situation but Seonghwa just looked so inviting and sexy laying there for him.

Seonghwa looked up at the other, smiling. “Get between my legs, Joongie.” At that, he instantly obeyed and got between the older’s legs. He looked down to see his hard bulge was pressing against Seonghwa’s pajama shorts covered pussy.

Seonghwa hummed. “Do you like how that feels? Does mommy’s pussy make your dick hard, joongie?~” He said with a voice that make Hongjoong feel like he was high. He rubbed his dick against Seonghwa’s clothed pussy desperately. “Y-yeah.. mommy.. I wanna put it in you… M-mommy Hwa…” Hongjoong whined, rutting against the elder.

Seonghwa bit back a moan, he could admit he wanted to let this subby boy fuck him, but he needed to have his fun too.

He grabbed Hongjoongs jaw gently but firmly and leaned in close, his lips ghosting over the younger’s. “Well mommy didnt say Joongie could touch his pussy.. Be a good boy and apologize.” He said sternly, looking into Hongjoong’s shy and desperate eyes.

Hongjoong was quick to obey his elder, despite the throbbing ache in his boxers. “I-Im sorry Hwa.. i-i just got excited.. im a good boy I promise… Forgive me mommy..” He said desperately, laying down on Seonghwa’s chest, looking into the older’s eyes submissively.

Seonghwa could almost die. This was so amusing but so hot, he had never seen the younger so full of lust despite barely getting any friction or touch. He per Hongjoong’s hair and smiled. “Yeah, you’re such a good boy for me. Mommy forgives you.” He smirked and looked down between his legs where Hongjoong was still sat still like the obedient man he is and looked back into Hongjoong’s eyes.

“Take my boxers off.” Seonghwa demanded. Hongjoong in a flash is already pulling his boxers down, revealing Seonghwa’s bare pussy to the semi cold air. Hongjoong threw his boxers on the floor and looked into Seonghwa’s eyes as if asking for another task.

Seonghwa giggled and took off his own shirt, leaving him bare and completely naked for Hongjoong. Hongjoong was ecstatic, and so was his dick. He so badly just wanted to fuck the older’s perfect pussy. Seonghwa smirked and threw his shirt on the floor with his boxers and reached for Hongjoong’s clothes.

He paused. leaning into Hongjoong’s face. “Is this okay baby? Can I undress you?” Seonghwa asked. Hongjoong nodded. “Yeah.. I want to make you feel good, Hwa..” Hongjoong smiled sweetly. Seonghwa kissed him, trying to express how much he appreciates the other. Seonghwa’s hands moved down Hongjoong’s body and slid his shorts and boxers off. Their lower bodies were pressing against eachother so good. As their tongues tangled, Seonghwa had to break the kiss to take Hongjoong’s shirt off.

With both of them now naked, they were making out on the bed skin to skin, not connecting their bodies but grinding against eachother, Hongjoong’s hands were sliding up Seonghwa’s waist, almost like he was worshiping the older’s body.

Seonghwa couldnt wait anymore, he was gonna take what he wanted.

He pulled back from the kiss and panted slightly against Hongjoong’s trembling, desperate lips. “Joongie, you wanna be a good boy so bad.. So eat mommy Hwa’s pussy for me… If you can do that for me, I’ll let you fuck mommy’s pussy.” Seonghwa declared.

Hongjoong quickly complied and went down Seonghwa’s body, kissing down his torso and to his dripping wet pussy. Hongjoong’s breath hitched, he was so turned on and he knew he needed to please Seonghwa.

Hongjoong went down on Seonghwa’s pussy, eating him out like he was a starving man. He started circling his clit with his tongue and fingering his hole. He was doing his best, teying ti please Hwa so good.

Seonghwa looked down at the younger, moaning sweetly for him as he ate him out. It felt so good to be eaten out by Hongjoong, the one man in his life who makes him feel a real connection with someone; his soulmate.

“Such a good boy Joongie, making mommy Hwa feel so good. You taste and feel how wet I am? Thats from you… My sweet boy.. Joongie making mommy’s pussy so wet..” Seonghwa moaned, playing with Hongjoong’s hair. He was becoming delirious, the younger was way too good with his tongue and fingers.

Hongjoong was so desperate for the other man. He ate his pussy out and fingered him just the way he knew Seonghwa liked. Seonghwa tasted like vanilla and … something that felt like home. He was rock hard himself and was leaking pre-cum all over the sheets.

Seonghwa stopped him, panting and whimpering. “Want you to fuck me now Joongie.. Wanna be full of my sweet baby boy’s dick…” Seonghwa talked smoothly, knowing what he wants, knowing Joong will easily give it to him.

Hongjoong jumped up quickly, kissing Seonghwa as he lined his cock up with his pussy hole. He grabbed onto Hwa’s waist and started fucking his pussy while making out with seonghwa.

Their tongues clashed againsr eachother sloppily and messily, Hongjoong slamming repeatedly into Seonghwa’s wet pussy. The room echoed with the lewd sounds of skin against skin as the two men made sweet love to eachother. Hongjoong, so desperate for Seonghwa, just doesnt let up, he thrusts in and out of Hwa’s perfect, tight pussy.

“Hwa, I-I love you… love this.. you make me feel so good, let me stay inside you forever..” Hongjoong muttered throughout his pleasured groans and moans. “So tight..” He thrusted in and out of his pussy. “I’m not gonna last long Hwa, c-can I cum inside..?” Hongjoong was so pathetic for the older, just fucking his pussy like a good boy and begging desperately.

Seonghwa laughed amongst his moans as the younger pounds his pussy so good. “Yeah, baby.. Mommy loves you too… such a good, pathetic boy…” Seonghwa reaches down and rubs his clit vigorously while Hongjoong fucks his wet dripping pussy. “Cum inside me..”

Hongjoong whimpered. He knew he was submissive, but he had never been like this before, he just needed to cum inside Seonghwa, he felt like he’d die if he didn’t.

He pounded Seonghwa’s pussy for a while, whimpering and panting heavily with kisses between the two.

Hongjoong was at his limit. He knew we was about to break and cum inside Seonghwa right then and there. “Hwa.. Hhngh.. c-cumming inside you..” Hongjoong whined, still fucking him.

Seonghwa moaned, he was also at his peak. “Ngh fuck.. okay.. My Joongie.. i-im gonna cum with you baby, okay..?” He moaned, just wanting to feel good and finish with his sweet boy.

Hongjoong moaned with him, thrusting one last time before cumming deep inside Seonghwa’s pussy. “Breeding you.. Breeding mommy.. So good.. So warm, Hwa..” Hongjoong murmured, still slowly fucking Seonghwa’s cum filled pussy.

Seonghwa came with Hongjoong, just panting and soaking in the post-orgasm feeling. Hongjoong didnt want to pull out and Seonghwa wasn’t gonna stop him so he spooned Seonghwa and pulled the blankets over them both, keeping their bodies as warm as Hongjoong feels inside Seonghwa.

Hongjoong, being a pathetic man, was still humping Seonghwa’s cum dripping pussy under the blankets while they cuddled.

“I love you, Hwa..” Hongjoong mumbled against Seonghwa’s neck as he kissed up and down the back of the older’s neck.

Seonghwa chuckled, smiling softly. “I love you too Joongie.. Best captain ever…”

Hongjoong was so hally at the praise, he smiled widely and snuggled close to Seonghwa, continuously kissing his neck romantically and sweetly as they both eventually fell asleep while Seonghwa cockwarmed Hongjoong all night.

[atzmutt]

Just right now? // not a full fic, drabbles…

heavy nsfw!!! MDNI🔞 hongjoong camboy submissive au hehehehehe smutty n dirty solo

ugghh drabble…

just thinking about horny hongjoong camboy makes me soooo😵‍💫😵‍💫……

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Hongjoong who always adores his fans and trusts them, went live with atiny barefaced. He was laying in the hotel bed, waving to atiny.

“Atinyy~~ … hello, its been a long night…” He sighs, running a hand through his bleached blonde hair. It really stood out against his clear tan skin.

After a bit, everyone went wild in the live comment section, telling Joong how hot he is and what a good leader he is for his boys.

Hongjoong reads the comments thoroughly and smiles, obviously staring at the comments. He read one in particular out loud “Honjoong you are so handsome right now.” He smiled and blinked.

“Just right now?” He laughs and bites his lip, subtly flirting with atiny, whether it was just fan service or not, he found it fun. The comments obviously went crazy.

He hummed, so many ideas coming to his head. He slowly aimed the camera down of the live and ran his hand down his gray sweats. “Atiny, do you like my sleepwear?” He asks innocently.

The comments are still going crazy, more and more people joining the live and start ‘flirting’ back with Hongjoong.

Hongjoong couldnt help but feel excited, he blushes slightly and ran his hand down into his shorts, pulling out his decently sized dick, he was cleanly shaven and it was somewhat veiny but it was girthy and firm. “Ah.. atiny.. what about this..?”

He slowly stroked himself while reading the comments, everyone was freaking out and he knew what he was doing was wrong, that he shouldnt be doing what hes doing, but it felt so right in the moment.

He set the phone up to keep jerking his cock off for his fans on livestream, letting out small whines. Almost cumming, leaking pre-cum all over his pretty hand, he starts fucking his hand, arching his back, his small but round ass on display, begging to be used. He desperately touched himself until he came hard, even when he came in his hand he continuously humped his pillows, whining.

He was in heaven. Pleasure completely consumed him, the only thing he needed though at that moment was to be dicked down by any of his members.

[atzmutt]

Meaningless.

fwb!woosan . . . fluff, angst, smut — basically just emotional and dirty T—T

San and Wooyoung have always been close friends, ever since they were both trainees at KQ. But over the years of knowing eachother, naturally, they started messing around and got into a habit of meaninglessly exploring eachother in different ways.

To san, their affairs were casual, he could never admit to feeling anything for the other because of the way he was brought up. His morals, his family, his brain would never let him. Wooyoung, on the other hand, cant help but crave more. Not just physically, but he yearns for the love and affection of San romantically. Beyond “friends with benefits.”

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i literally have NOOO inspo or motivation to finish this fic ughhh if sum1 wants to collab n help mayb ill do it🥹✌️

[belongjoong]

While He's Gone c.jh

「Pairing」 : brothersbestfriend!jongho x fem!reader

「Word Count」 : 5.4k

「Genre」 : smut, au(?)

「Summary」 : your brother seonghwa has his friend jongho over but has to leave ebruptly, leaving you and jongho alone together

「Warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! reader is an art major (sorry lol), everyone is a college student, forbidden love, kissing, titty sucking, hand job, fingering, unprotected sex, jongho is a sweetheart, orgasm control(?), he pins you down, brief oral (f recieving), creampie :P

「Author's Note」 : this is very dialogue-heavy sorry guys! based off this request!

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Jongho has always been just another one of Seonghwa's friends, loud, always around, annoying, and completely, utterly off-limits. Not that you'd ever really thought about it before. Not seriously, anyway.

He's been coming over to your house since you were sixteen and he was eighteen, back when your brother first brought his high school friends home and they'd taken over and you had to hide out in your room to avoid them. Back then, Jongho was just the one with the obnoxious laugh and would ruffle your hair in passing like you were a kid sister to all of them, not just to Seonghwa.

Four years later, not much has changed. They're all in their senior year of college now, and you're finishing up your sophomore year, still living at home because your parents insisted and because, honestly, the rent near campus is just terrible. Seonghwa's here too, commuting to the same university, which means his friends are still always around.

Especially Jongho.

"Can you grab me more chips?" Seonghwa calls from his spot on the couch, eyes glued to his phone screen like always.

You glance up from your textbook, clearly busy with whatever reading you were halfway paying attention to. "Are your legs broken?"

"Come on, you're already closest to the kitchen."

"I'm studying."

"You're reading Instagram," Jongho pipes up from the other end of the couch, not even looking at you, and you feel your cheeks flush because he's absolutely right. You'd gotten distracted ten minutes ago and haven't actually retained any information about Renaissance art history since.

"Still counts as being busy," you mutter, already closing your laptop and standing up, because apparently you're too easy and also because it's a good excuse to escape the living room for a moment.

The problem - and you're only just starting to realize it is a problem - is that lately, you've become hyper-aware of every time Jongho is in your house. Which is often, unfortunately. Two, three times a week, sometimes more. It's like your brain has suddenly decided to notice things it never bothered with before. Like how his voice has gotten deeper since high school, or how he's filled out his frames in a way that makes his simple t-shirts look unfairly good. Or how sometimes, when you're all watching a movie, you catch him looking at you for just a second too long before he glances away.

You're imagining it. Probably. Most likely.

You grab two bags of chips from the pantry and a bowl to pour them into, taking your time because you need a moment to get your head straight. This is ridiculous. This is Jongho. Your brother's best friend. When you return to the living room, Seonghwa is standing, patting his pockets for his keys.

"Wait, where are you going?" you ask, setting the bowl down on the coffee table.

"Hongjoong just texted me. His laptop fucked up after updating it and he's got a presentation due tomorrow morning." Seonghwa grabs his jacket from the back of a chair. "He's completely helpless with technology."

“So I just got this for you, for nothing?”

Your eyes dart to Jongho, who's now sitting up straighter, his attention suddenly very focused on the chips. 

"I can come with you," Jongho offers, and you're not sure if you're relieved or disappointed.

"Nah, stay. No point in both of us suffering through Hongjoong's technology skills of a grandma. Also, he offered to buy me food, not you" Seonghwa's already heading toward the door, then he pauses and turns back. His eyes land on Jongho with an expression you can't quite read. "Just... behave, yeah?"

Jongho gives an easy laugh, the kind that sounds too casual. "When do I not behave?"

Seonghwa rolls his eyes. "I'm serious." Then his gaze shifts to you, softening. "Don't stay up too late studying. You look tired and awful."

"Gee, thanks," you say dryly.

He's already out the door, and then it's just you and Jongho and the sound of Seonghwa's car starting in the driveway.

The silence that follows feels different from any silence you've shared before.

You should go back to your textbook. You should definitely go back to your textbook. Instead, you find yourself still standing there, suddenly very aware that you're wearing your comfortable-at-home clothes, sleep shorts and an oversized sweatshirt that keeps slipping off one shoulder.

Jongho reaches for a chip, and the casual movement breaks whatever weird spell had fallen over the room. "So you're really going to study on a Friday night?"

You settle back into your armchair, pulling your laptop back onto your lap even though you know you're not going to retain anything now. "Some of us have exams next week."

"Renaissance art history," he says, and you glance up, surprised he remembered. He's still focused on the chips, eating them one by one awkwardly. "You mentioned it last time I was here."

Had you? You don't remember that conversation, but then again, there are a lot of little moments lately that blur together. "It's actually interesting. Just, you know, dense."

"Yeah?" He finally looks at you, and there's nothing heavy or loaded in his expression, just casual interest. "What's the most interesting part?"

You weren't expecting that. Seonghwa's friends don't usually ask about your classes, most of them barely acknowledge you're in the room unless they need something. "Um. I guess the way they used perspective? It was revolutionary for the time. Before that, paintings were really flat and" You cut yourself off. "Sorry, you probably don't actually care."

"I asked, didn't I?" He's smiling a little now, and it's different from his usual grin. Softer. "Come on, teach me something” he nudged.

So you do. You tell him about Brunelleschi and linear perspective, about how it changed everything, and he actually listens, asking questions that suggest he might actually be paying attention. At some point you end up pulling up images on your laptop to show him, and somehow he's moved from the couch to sitting on the arm of your chair, looking over your shoulder at the screen. He's close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him, close enough that when he leans in to see better, his arm brushes against yours.

"That's actually really cool," he says, and he sounds genuine.

"Right?" You're very aware of how close he is. Very aware of the way your heart is beating faster. "It's all about the vanishing point, see-" You point at the screen, and your hand shakes slightly.

If he notices, he doesn't say anything.

"Your brother would have fallen asleep thirty seconds into this explanation," Jongho says, leaning back slightly, and you can breathe a little easier with an extra inch of space between you.

You laugh. "Seonghwa has the attention span of a goldfish."

"True." There's a pause, and then: "He's going to be gone a while, you know. Hongjoong once spent four hours trying to figure out why his computer wasn't working only to realize it wasn't plugged in."

"Sounds about right." You close your laptop because you're definitely not studying anymore. "So you're stuck here?"

"Is that okay?"

It's such a simple thing to ask, but the way he's looking at you makes it feel like he's asking something else entirely.

"Yeah," you say, and your voice comes out quieter than you intended. "I guess."

Jongho's eyes search your face for a moment, and you wonder what he's looking for. Then he seems to make some kind of decision and slides off the arm of the chair, moving back to the couch. The distance feels both like a relief and a disappointment.

He picks up the remote. "Want to watch something?"

"Sure." You stay in your chair, laptop set aside, pulling your knees up to your chest.

He scrolls through Netflix without really looking at the options, and you watch him instead of the TV. 

"Jongho?" Your voice comes out tentative.

"Yeah?" He still doesn't look at you.

"That thing Seonghwa said. About behaving." You don't know why you're bringing this up. You should leave it alone. "What did he mean?"

Now he does look at you, and there's something defensive in his expression. "You really want to know?"

Your heart is pounding. "Kinda."

He sets the remote down and leans back against the couch, running a hand through his hair. For a long moment, he doesn't say anything, and you think maybe he's not going to answer. Then:

"About six months ago, Wooyoung made some dumb joke. Something about you being cute or whatever, just Wooyoung running his mouth like usual." Jongho's jaw tenses. "After everyone left that night, Seonghwa pulled me aside."

You wait, barely breathing.

"He told me you were off-limits. To all of us, but..." Jongho's laugh is short, humorless. "He was looking at me when he said it. Really looking at me, you know? Like he was trying to make sure I understood, like I'm a child or something."

"Why you specifically?" The question comes out barely above a whisper.

Jongho finally meets your eyes again, "Yeah, I am wondering the same thing."

You both sit there awkwardly for a second, not knowing how to, or even if you should, progress the conversation.

"Maybe he saw something," you hear yourself say instead.

"Maybe." Jongho holds your gaze. "Or maybe he knows me well enough to know I'm really bad at following rules I don't agree with."

Your breath catches. "And you don't agree with this one?"

"I think…" 

You have no idea how to react. "Uhhhh… do you want to watch something or not?"

Jongho looks at you for a long moment, and you can see him thinking. Then he gives you a small smile. "Yeah. Yeah, let's watch something."

He turns back to the TV, scrolling through options half-heartedly. You watch the Netflix preview tiles flash by, random action movies, rom-coms, documentaries you'll never watch. The silence isn't uncomfortable exactly, but it's a little awkward.

After a minute, he settles on some thriller you've never heard of. The opening credits start, moody music filling the room, but you're not really watching. You're thinking about what he said, about Seonghwa warning him off specifically, about rules he doesn't agree with.

About ten minutes into the movie, Jongho speaks without looking away from the screen. "You've been avoiding me."

It's not a question.

"No, I haven't," you lie automatically.

"You have." He still doesn't look at you. "The last three times I came over, you stayed in your room. Before that, you'd at least hang out for a bit."

Your face heats. "I had homework."

"Sure." There's no accusation in his tone, just statement of fact. "It's fine. I get it."

"Get what?"

"That it's weird." He gestures vaguely between you and him and the empty space of the living room. "I made it weird with what I said. We can just... forget about it."

You should absolutely take the out he's offering and pretend the last ten minutes never happened. "What if I don't want to forget about it?"

Now he does look at you, and his expression is neutral in a way that makes you not know how to feel. "What?"

"I'm not avoiding you because you made it weird," you say, the words coming out in a rush. "I'm avoiding you because I don't know what to do with... with whatever you said."

Jongho's quiet for a long moment. On the TV, someone's getting murdered, but neither of you is paying attention. "Yeah," he finally says. "Me neither."

"How long?" The question slips out before you can stop it.

"How long what?"

"How long have you..." You can't finish the sentence, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable in your armchair.

Jongho runs a hand through his hair, looking conflicted. "I don't know. A while. It wasn't like a switch flipped or anything. Just... gradual. One day I realized I was looking for excuses to come over even when I knew Seonghwa wasn't home. And then I'd feel like shit about it because-"

"Because of him."

"Yeah." He laughs, but there's no humor in it. "Because of Seonghwa. Who explicitly told me not to...  do exactly what I'm doing right now."

"Which is what? Talking to me?"

"Wanting more than talking." A small pause. "Thinking about more than talking."

Your heart is racing now. "Like what?"

Jongho's eyes meet yours, and there's something intense in his gaze that makes it hard to breathe. "You really want me to answer that?"

"Do I?"

"Do I?," he repeats, and there's the ghost of a smile on his lips now. "That's not really an answer."

"Neither is 'I don't know.'"

"Yeah, I guess." He shifts on the couch, angling toward you more directly.

"We're not doing anything wrong," you say, and you're not sure if you're trying to convince him or yourself. "Just talking."

"Just talking," Jongho echoes. "Is that what we're doing?"

"Isn't it?"

He laughs, and this time it sounds almost fond. "You're killing me here."

"I'm not doing anything."

"That's the problem." His gaze more intense now. "You're sitting there looking like that, saying things like that, and I'm supposed to just... what? Keep pretending?"

"Pretending what?" Your voice comes out smaller than you intended.

Jongho opens his mouth, then closes it. He looks away, jaw working like he's trying to figure out the right words. "Nothing. Forget it."

"You can't just say that and then-"

"Your brother's my best friend." He says it flat, final, like that settles everything.

And maybe it should. Maybe that should be the end of this conversation, the end of whatever this tension is that's been building for months. You should nod, agree, or go back to your textbook and let things return to how they were.

"I know," you say instead.

"So you get why this is,"

"Complicated. Yeah." You pull your knees tighter to your chest. "I get it."

The movie plays on, forgotten. Someone's shouting on screen, tires screeching, but it's just white noise.

Jongho scrubs a hand over his face. "I should probably go."

"Seonghwa's going to be gone for hours. You said so yourself."

"Yeah, well." He stands up, and panic flares in your chest because he's actually leaving, and you don't want him to, and that realization sits heavy and uncomfortable. "That’s exactly why I should go."

You stand too, too quickly, and your laptop slides off the chair arm and lands on the cushion. "Jongho."

He stops, hand on the back of the couch, not quite looking at you. "What?"

"Stay." It comes out barely above a whisper. "Please?"

For a long moment, he doesn't move. Then he lets out a breath that sounds almost painful and sits back down, slower this time, deliberate. "You're not making this easy."

"I'm not trying to make it anything." You sink back into your chair, heart still racing. "I just... I don't want you to leave yet."

"Why not?"

It's a fair question. You should have an answer that isn't just because or I don't know. "Because we never actually talk. Not like this. It's always with Seonghwa around, or the other guys, and it's all just... surface stuff."

"Maybe that's safer."

"Maybe." You pick at a loose thread on your sweatshirt. "But I'm tired of it."

Jongho's eyes find yours across the space between the chair and couch, and his expression is raw. "You don't know what you're saying."

"Yes, I do."

"No," he says, firmer now. "You don't. Because if we go down this road, if we even start to-" 

"I'm not asking you to."

"Aren't you though?" It's not accusatory, just honest. "Because that's what'll happen. Seonghwa finds out I've been... that we've..." He can't even finish the sentence.

"We haven't done anything," you point out.

"Yet,” he emphasizes  "We haven't done anything - yet,” he punctuates. 

Your breath catches. "Is that what you want? To do something?"

Jongho looks at you for a long, stretched moment. "What I want doesn't really matter."

"Why not?"

"Because" He stops, frustrated. "Because you're his little sister. Because he trusts me. Because I'm not the kind of person who-"

"What person?"

"The one who can't stop thinking about you." It comes out rough, reluctant, sounding a little shameful. "The one who shows up here hoping maybe you'll be home. Who notices shit like what color you painted your nails or that you changed your hair even though I'm not supposed to be paying that much attention."

You look down at your hands automatically, pale blue polish, slightly chipped on your left thumb. You'd done them four days ago. "You notice that stuff?"

"Unfortunately." He laughs, but there's no amusement in it. "See? This is exactly what I'm talking about. I shouldn't notice. I shouldn't care. But I do, and it's..." He trails off.

"It's what?"

"Consuming." The word is quiet, almost lost under the dialogue from the movie. "And it shouldn't be."

He drags his hand up to the back of his neck uncomfortably.

"I changed my hair three weeks ago," you say instead. "Just trimmed the layers."

Jongho's eyes close briefly. "I know. The day Seonghwa dragged us all to that KBBQ place he is obsessed with. You kept tucking it behind your ear, like you weren't used to how it fell yet."

Your heart is doing something complicated in your chest. "You remember that?"

"I remember most things when it comes to you." He looks almost angry about it. "Which is the problem."

"Why is it a problem?"

"Because!" He stands up again, restless energy practically vibrating off him. "Because you're off-limits. Because Seonghwa's going to come home eventually and things are going to go back to normal, and I'm going to have to sit here and pretend this conversation never happened. Pretend I don't-" He stops himself.

"Don't what?"

Jongho shakes his head. "Doesn't matter."

"It matters to me."

"Why?" He turns to face you fully now. "Why does it matter? Yesterday you were avoiding me, and now-"

"Now I'm not." You stand too, because this feels like the kind of conversation you can't have sitting down. "Now I'm... I don't know what I'm doing, okay? I just know that I'm tired of acting like there's nothing here when there clearly is."

"There can't be anything here."

"Why? Because Seonghwa said so?"

"Yes." It's immediate, definitive. "Because Seonghwa said so. Because he's my best friend and he's your brother and there are lines you don't cross."

"Even if both people want to cross them?"

Jongho goes very still. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying..." You take a breath, courage or stupidity, you're not sure which. "I'm saying that maybe I notice things too.”

"Stop." His voice is strained.

"Why?"

"Because you're making this harder than it needs to be."

"Or maybe I'm making it honest."

Jongho's jaw clenches. "Honesty doesn't change the situation."

"No," you agree. "But at least we're not pretending anymore."

"This is a bad idea," Jongho finally says.

"What is?"

"This. Talking about this. Admitting..." He gestures vaguely between you. "Any of this."

"You're not exactly straightforward."

"I'm trying to do the right thing."

"What if the right thing isn't as clear as you think it is?"

Jongho looks at you for a long moment, something conflicted and wanting and frustrated all tangled together in his head. "You really believe that?"

"I don't know," you say honestly. "But I know that pretending we don't feel what we feel isn't working either."

"What do we feel?" His voice is careful, cautious.

Your heart hammers. "I think you know."

"I want to hear you say it."

It's terrifying, standing here in your living room with the TV playing and Jongho looking at you like that, like your next words matter more than anything. "I like you," you say, and your voice shakes slightly. "I have for a while now. And I know it's complicated and I know Seonghwa would hate it, but that doesn't make it not true."

Jongho closes his eyes briefly, and when he opens them again. "This is such a bad idea."

Before you are even able to think about a response, he grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss. The kiss, it was passionate but hesitant, but the way his hand rested on your jawline made you melt.

The kiss breaks as suddenly as it started, Jongho pulling back just enough that you can see the conflict written all over his face. His hand is still on your jaw, thumb brushing against your cheek in a way that makes your breath hitch.

"Fuck," he breathes out, and it sounds almost painful. "I shouldn't have"

"Don't," you interrupt, your own hand coming up to wrap around his wrist, keeping him there. "Don't apologize."

"Your brother is going to kill me."

"He's not here."

The tension between you and Jongho has been building for so long, his lips crash against yours again. 'We shouldn't,' he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. But his eyes, dark, intense, locked onto yours, told a different story. They burned with the same hunger you'd been fighting for months.

You reached up,  fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the faint stubble there. 'But I really want to”' your words were barely a whisper, but they ignited something in him. His hand settled on your hip, firm yet gentle, pulling you against him. The press of his chest to mine made your heart race, your bodies aligning in a way that promised more.

You stood like that for what felt like an eternity, the world outside fading into irrelevance. His thumb brushed slow circles over the fabric of your shirt, each stroke building a fire low in your belly. You tilted your head, capturing his lips again, this time deeper, slower. You feel his breath catch, his body tensing as if he's fighting himself, but the heat radiating from him betrays his arousal. Your hand cups his jaw, and you draw him in deeper, parting your lips to invite his tongue. Your tongues met in a tentative dance, exploring, tasting the anticipation on each other.

He responds with a low groan, his mouth moving against yours with growing hunger. His hands find your hips, gripping firmly as your bodies press together, the hard line of his erection straining against his pants and pressing into your thigh. The friction sends a spark through you, and you shift closer, rubbing against him subtly. Jongho breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, nipping at the skin while his fingers dig into your sides, bunching the fabric of your shirt.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips along your neck, planting feather-light kisses that made your skin prickle. 'I've wanted this,' he confessed between breaths, his voice husky. 'Every time I see you, this is all I can think about.' His words fueled the ache between your  legs, and you arched into him, hands slipping under his shirt to feel the warm, taut muscles of his abdomen.

You tug at his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, revealing the muscles of his chest. Your palms slide over his warm skin, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. You moved in unison, shedding layers with care. Your shirt was tossed aside as Jongho's gaze devoured you, his eyes darkening with desire. He cupped your breasts, thumbs circling your exposed nipples, since you weren't wearing a bra, drawing out gasps that mingled with his own ragged breaths. Leaning down, he takes one into his mouth, sucking gently while his tongue flicks the peak, drawing a soft moan from your lips.

'Tell me what you want,' he whispered against your breast, his breath hot and inviting. You pulled him up for another kiss, your bare chests pressing together, skin on skin igniting sparks everywhere you touched. 'You, All of you. But slow... make it last.'

Your hands roam lower, unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants down. His cock springs free, thick and veined, already leaking at the tip. You wrap your fingers around it, stroking slowly, feeling it twitch in your grip. Jongho's breath stutters against your skin as he switches to your other breast, lavishing it with the same attention - licks, sucks, and light bites that make your core ache.

He nodded, understanding the plea.  His fingers dipped to the waistband of your pajama shorts. They slid down your legs, and you stepped out, left in just your panties. Jongho knelt before you, his hands trailing down your thighs, kissing the inside of each one as he went. The intimacy of it, the way he looked up at you with such raw need, made your core hotter. Kissing the inside of your thighs, his breath hot against your damp panties. He hooks his fingers into the waistband, sliding them down your legs. Fully exposed, you stand there, vulnerable and wanting, as his gaze rakes over you. He rises, shedding his own pants completely, and pulls you against him. Your hand returns to his cock, pumping it while his fingers tease your folds, circling your clit until you're slick and trembling.

His hand ventured between your legs, fingers parting your folds to find you wet and needy. He circled your clit with gentle touches, watching your face as you writhed beneath him. 'So wet already,' he murmured, slipping one finger inside, then two, curling them to stroke that spongy spot that made a breathy moan fall from your lips. You rocked against his hand, chasing the building pressure, but he kept the pace languid, drawing out your pleasure.

You continued stroking him from base to tip in long, unhurried pulls. His cock throbbed in your grip, and he buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking marks into your skin as his thrusts into your hand grew more insistent. The room filled with your shared moans, the wet sounds of his fingers in your pussy, the slick slide of your palm on his length.

When it became obvious you were  trembling on the edge, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste your sweetness. The sight nearly undid you. 

The mutual touch builds the fire between you. Lying back on the couch, you watch him hover over you, his erection heavy and ready. He positions himself at your entrance, rubbing the head along your slit, coating himself in your wetness. Then, with agonizing slowness, he pushes in, inch by inch, stretching you around his girth. You gasp at the fullness, your walls clenching to pull him deeper.

Jongho pauses, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust. His hands brace on either side of you, muscles flexing as he leans down to kiss you softly. When he starts moving, it's a languid rhythm, hips rolling in a steady grind rather than frantic thrusts. Each slide of his cock drags along your inner walls, the veins adding delicious friction. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him on, your nails lightly scraping his back.

Sweat begins to sheen his skin, and he presses his forehead to yours, breaths mingling in the air. The room fills with the wet sounds of your joining, the scent of arousal thick around you. He angles his hips, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside with every inward push, making your toes curl. You rock up to meet him, grinding your clit against his base when he's fully bottomed out, chasing the sparks that build in your belly.

'Tell me if it's too much,' he whispers, voice gravelly with restraint. You shake your head, pulling him closer. 'More,' you breathe, hands exploring the flex of his shoulders. He complies, deepening the strokes just enough to tease. His mouth finds your neck, sucking at the pulse point before trailing kisses to your collarbone. One hand slips between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in firm, matching circles.

The dual pleasure makes you whimper, your pussy fluttering around his cock. He thrusts a bit harder in response, but keeps it controlled, drawing out the slide until you're panting. 'Jongho... please...' He nips your ear, murmuring, 'I've got you. Let it build.' He pulls out almost fully, the emptiness making you whine, before sinking back in slowly, letting you feel every ridge.

Time stretches as you move together. He pins your wrist above your head, possessive but gentle, while his other hand hitches your leg higher. The new angle lets him plunge deeper, his cock dragging in ways that blur your vision. Sweat slicks your skin, easing the glide. He releases your wrist to trace your side, gripping your thigh as he maintains the rhythm. His pace quickens slightly, teasing the edge, but he slows again deliberately. 'Not yet,' he says, breath hot against your lips.

He withdraws his fingers from your clit, offering them to your mouth. You suck them clean, tasting your own tang, and his cock twitches inside you. Watching you with raw hunger, he kisses you deeply, tongue mimicking his hips. He shifts to shallow thrusts, keeping just the tip inside before plunging deep, making your breasts bounce. Leaning down, he captures a nipple, sucking hard while pinching the other, teeth grazing the sensitive bud.

Pleasure shoots through you, and you buck up, hands fisting his hair to hold him there. He alternates between your breasts, licking and kneading until they're swollen and aching. His hips never falter, grinding steadily, filling you completely. The tension coils tighter, your body trembling. Jongho lifts his head, watching your face with strained focus. 'You feel - so good,' he rasps. 'So tight... like you were made for this cock.' You clench around him deliberately, milking his length until he curses, hips stuttering.

He pulls out fully then, and you protest, but he soothes with kisses down your stomach. 'Turn over,' he urges, helping you onto your stomach. You push up on your knees as his hands spread your ass. His breath ghosts over you before his tongue licks a slow stripe from clit to entrance. The wet heat makes you shudder, pushing back. He groans into you, vibrations adding to the sensation as he laps at your folds, tongue delving inside.

He sucks your clit, flicking it before broad licks, one hand stroking his cock to stay hard. Fingers join, two pumping in alongside his tongue, curling to hit that spot. The build-up nears the crest, but he stops, leaving you aching. 'Jongho...' you whine, glancing back. His lips glisten as he positions himself, thrusting in slowly from behind, deeper in this angle. His hands grip your hips, pulling you onto him as he bottoms out again.

You find a rhythm - pushing back, him meeting you, slow and deep. One hand presses your back to arch you, the other rubs your clit. Sweat drips from him onto your skin, and he leans over, kissing your nape, teeth grazing your shoulder. His thrusts grow urgent, cock twitching inside you. 'Touch yourself,' he commands softly, and you do, your fingers joining his on your clit. The pressure makes your thighs quake.

Sounds fill the room, skin slapping wetly, your gasps, his grunts. Your peak creeps up on you as he continues to abuse your cunt. Your orgasm crashes over you, pussy spasming around his cock, squeezing in pulses. Jongho thrusts deep once more, coming with hot spurts filling you, body shuddering. He groans your name, riding it out with shallow rocks.

You collapse together, him still inside, arms pulling you close. Breaths even out in the afterglow, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. He kisses your shoulder softly. 'That was... everything,' he murmurs, voice sated. You turn to catch his lips in a gentle kiss.

You lay there on the couch for a few minutes, embracing each other's heat and catching your breaths. You help each other get dressed after acknowledging everything that just happened within the last hour. He traced his fingers across your now clothed waist. Then he drags his lips up your neck and whisper in your ear “This stays between us”

yay thank you for reading lol

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Y'all Tumblr has been dull for few months now every time I try to find a good fic i can't seem to find it all I get is smut it's not that i don't like it I do like it but I feel like it's all I get maybe it's my searching problem and i don't really have time to sit and find fic that has good plot and good writing. I have to say some of the smut fics are good beacuse I feel like there is more depth to it more story to it that it doesn't feel like I'm reading the same thing and most of the smut writers can write very well and i would love to see a full fic because they can write .

So guys if have any recommendations please lmk