An attempt to extract truth...approximately

[puppy-byun]

No Catching Feelings | Final; M

pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

rating: 18+

word count: 13k

genre: smut / enemies to lovers / fake dating / semi social media au

warnings: oh boy where do we start, this one is lots of smut and LOTS of angst…, no one can deal with their problems for shit, except jisung, but no one listens to jisung, a tiny panic attack, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), face sitting, hand job, questionable power dynamics honestly, the usual pet names, unprotected sex, body fluids, dirty talk, you’re riding Hyunjin bc boy is w h i p p e d, yeah they’re finally fucking whoop

summary: Even though Hyunjin and you would rather kill each other than be civil, somehow you end up being the person forced to help him with his peculiar girl troubles. Secretly you’re sure Jisung forced you to fake-date just to watch the chaos ensue.

disclaimer: Icb that with this No Catching Feelings is over… I’m SO grateful to everyone who supported this project (and accepted my absences in between) and I really hope you guys enjoy part 5!!!! 

If there’s something you want to see written pls also let me know, I’m currently writing on something new and if I can fit it in i definitely will! 

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[hyunjinlosthisamericano]

It Was Always You

Warnings: **18+ MDNI**, reader is Felix's sister, brother's best friend trope, smut

Summary: Y/N, Felix’s bold and sarcastic sister, shares a long-standing tension with Hyunjin, her brother’s best friend. After Hyunjin asks Felix for quiet approval, he and Y/N finally give in to their desire during a passionate, steamy night together. What starts as lust turns into something deeper as Hyunjin confesses his feelings afterward, holding her close and promising he’s all in. Y/N feels the same, and together, they fall asleep not just satisfied, but in love.

Y/N knew she was playing with fire the second she walked into the kitchen wearing his hoodie.

It was too warm for it, her legs bare, nothing underneath but black shorts barely visible beneath the hem. But it smelled like him, clean linen and cinnamon body spray. And more than that, it had been left carelessly on the back of her brother’s couch.

Felix was in the shower. Hyunjin was in the kitchen.

Perfect.

He turned at the sound of her bare feet padding in.

Then froze.

For a split second, his eyes dropped, hoodie, thighs, the curve of her mouth, and then snapped back up. His jaw ticked. “You’re wearing my hoodie.”

She reached up to tie her hair into a lazy bun, smirking. “Yeah. So?”

“So,” he muttered, voice low, “that’s a problem.”

Y/N leaned against the fridge door. “Why? Scared I’ll stretch it out?”

Hyunjin wasn’t scared of much. But Y/N in his hoodie, Y/N looking at him like that, that made him nervous.

Because Y/N wasn’t just a girl.

She was Felix’s little sister.

The one he grew up teasing. The one who used to throw grapes at him during game nights and steal his fries when she thought he wasn’t looking. The one who, somewhere along the way, had turned into the most dangerously attractive person in his life.

And she knew it.

“Where’s Lix?” he asked, trying not to stare at her thighs as she walked past him.

“Shower,” she said, plucking a grape from the bowl on the counter. She popped it into her mouth. “Which gives us about ten minutes.”

Hyunjin turned to her. “Ten minutes for what?”

“I dunno,” she said casually. “You gonna keep looking at me like that, or are you gonna admit you’ve been thinking about it too?”

His breath caught.

Y/N smirked. “I see the way you look at me, Jinnie. I’m not blind.”

He swallowed hard. “You’re not supposed to make this easy.”

“And you’re not supposed to pretend I don’t turn you on.”

A beat of silence.

Hyunjin’s voice dropped. “Y/N.”

“What?”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

She leaned in, eyes glittering. “Like what?”

“Like you want me to ruin you.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Who says I don’t?”

Footsteps down the hall. The bathroom door opened. Felix’s voice: “Yo, either of you seen my—”

Hyunjin turned. “In the kitchen.”

Y/N popped another grape in her mouth and turned to the sink like nothing happened.

Later that night, Hyunjin couldn’t sleep.

He lay awake in his dorm, running a hand over his face, frustrated.

It wasn’t just attraction. Y/N had always been more than that, sharp, wild, smart-mouthed, but soft when no one else was looking. She challenged him. Got under his skin.

Made him feel things he wasn’t supposed to.

Which is exactly why he had to do the one thing that terrified him more than anything else.

Ask Felix.

The next afternoon, Hyunjin found Felix outside the gym, toweling sweat off his neck and chugging water. “Hey,” he said, breathless. “What’s up?”

Hyunjin didn’t waste time. “I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

Felix eyed him. “You’re pale as hell. You good?”

“No,” Hyunjin said, “but I’m going to be. I just need you to not hit me.”

“…Bro, what the hell did you do?”

“I like Y/N.”

There it was. Spoken.

Felix blinked. “Like… like her?”

“More than I should.”

“Did something happen?”

Hyunjin hesitated. “Not yet. But it will. If you let it.”

Felix’s expression twisted, anger, betrayal, confusion. “She’s my sister, man.”

“I know. And I know that makes it complicated. But I’m not messing around. I wouldn’t risk our friendship if I wasn’t serious.”

Felix exhaled sharply. “Why now?”

“I think it’s been there for a long time,” Hyunjin admitted. “I just didn’t let myself see it.”

Another silence.

Then Felix muttered, “If she likes your back, it’s her choice. But if you so much as make her cry—”

“I’ll deserve whatever you do to me.”

“Damn right.”

The next day, he knocked on her door.

Y/N answered in a tank top and sleep shorts, one eyebrow raised. “Felix isn’t here.”

“I know.”

Hyunjin’s eyes didn’t waver.

She tilted her head. “What happened?”

“I talked to him.”

The amusement on her face melted into something heavier. “You did?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N opened the door wider.

He stepped inside, letting it shut behind him.

The air between them was electric. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Hyunjin said, stepping closer. “Not after what you said. Not after the way you looked at me.”

She swallowed. “And now?”

“Now I can finally do this—”

He grabbed her waist, backed her into the wall, and kissed her like he’d been holding it back for years.

Y/N’s hands flew to his shoulders, pulling him closer. He kissed her harder, hungry, desperate, reverent. Her mouth opened under his, and the heat that passed between them was instant.

She moaned softly as his hands slid down her sides, fingertips teasing her hips. He kissed her jaw, her throat, the hollow beneath her ear. She was melting, every muscle turning to liquid beneath his touch.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he breathed.

“Then show me,” she whispered.

She gasped when his hands found her thighs, strong and steady, lifting her effortlessly onto the dresser by the window. Her knees parted instinctively to welcome him in, his body pressing flush against hers.

Hyunjin’s mouth hovered over hers, teasing.

“You sure?” he asked, voice thick with restraint.

Y/N nodded, threading her fingers into his hair. “I want you. I want this.”

That was all he needed.

He kissed her again, deeper now, no more holding back. His tongue met hers in slow, deliberate strokes, tasting, claiming. His hands slid up her bare thighs, fingers splaying wide, thumbs brushing dangerously close to where she was already pulsing with need.

She arched against him, desperate for more contact.

“Touch me,” she whispered, breath ragged. “Please, Jinnie…”

Hyunjin groaned softly at the sound of his name like that, half-plea, half-challenge. His mouth trailed down her throat, teeth grazing her collarbone as his hands slipped under the hem of her tank top.

He pulled it up slowly, like he wanted to memorize every inch of skin he uncovered.

When it hit the floor, he stepped back for a second, just to look at her. Flushed cheeks. Lips swollen. Chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.

“You’re unreal,” he murmured, dragging his fingers gently across her waist. “You’ve always been unreal.”

Y/N reached for the hem of his shirt, yanking it up. “Then shut up and get naked.”

He laughed low in his chest but obeyed.

The second his skin was bare, she reached for him, fingers tracing the lines of his stomach, dragging up to his chest. She leaned in and kissed just beneath his collarbone, slow and deliberate.

“I’ve thought about this,” she whispered against his skin. “So many times.”

Hyunjin’s hands cupped her face, thumb brushing her cheek. “Then let me give you every single thing you imagined.”

---

He carried her to the bed with ease, laying her down like she was something precious. He kissed her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, inch by inch, until she was trembling beneath him.

When his mouth finally reached her inner thigh, she gasped, hips shifting toward him instinctively.

Hyunjin glanced up, eyes dark and full of heat. “Keep your legs open for me, baby.”

Y/N whimpered as he kissed her through the fabric of her panties, breath hot, lips soft. Her fingers knotted in the sheets as he mouthed at her slowly, teasing her until her thighs were trembling around his head.

When he finally peeled them off, he didn’t look away.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “So wet for me.”

He ran one finger through her folds, slow and torturous, watching her writhe. Then his mouth replaced his fingers, tongue sliding deep, lips closing around her clit as he devoured her like he’d been starving for it.

Her hand clamped over her mouth to muffle the moan that tore from her throat.

He wasn’t gentle.

He licked and sucked and worked her like he wanted to ruin her for anyone else, and it was working.

“Hyun—fuck—Jinnie, I’m—”

“Let go,” he said against her. “Give it to me.”

And she did.

Her climax hit hard full body, spine-arching, thighs shaking around his head. She came with his name broken on her lips and fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her like she never wanted him to stop.

But he did stop, only to kiss his way back up her body, slow and possessive, leaving love bites in his wake.

“I’m not done,” he whispered.

Y/N pulled him down to kiss her again, tasting herself on his lips. “Then don’t be.”

---

When he finally pushed inside her, it was slow, thick, stretching, so much at once she could barely breathe. He filled her completely, groaning into her neck as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he panted.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails raking down his back. “Move, please—Jinnie, I need you.”

And he gave her everything.

He rolled his hips into her slowly, deeply, his forehead pressed to hers. Their breaths tangled, sweat slicked their skin, and the rhythm between them built until she was gasping his name over and over, thighs trembling around his waist.

He angled his hips, hitting that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. Her cries grew louder, needier, and he kissed her hard to swallow them.

“You’re mine,” he growled against her lips. “No more teasing. No more pretending. Mine.”

“Yes—yes, all yours,” she moaned. “Don’t stop—don’t—”

He didn’t.

He gave her everything she’d ever wanted, every deep thrust, every whispered praise, every bit of emotion he’d kept buried for years.

They came together, bodies locking tight, hearts pounding in sync, her name a prayer on his lips as he spilled inside her.

The room was quiet now, except for the hum of the air conditioning and the soft sound of Hyunjin’s breathing as he lay on his side, one arm draped around her waist.

Y/N’s head rested on his bare chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the faint scars on his side. She could feel the rise and fall of his breathing under her cheek, slow and steady. Calmer now.

He was so warm.

“I can’t feel my legs,” she mumbled, eyes closed.

Hyunjin chuckled softly. “Good. That was kind of the goal.”

She elbowed him lightly, earning another laugh. It was quiet, boyish, and made her heart ache a little. Not because it hurt, but because she knew, right then, she didn’t want to lose this.

He looked down at her with sleep-heavy eyes and brushed a few strands of hair from her forehead.

“I meant it, you know,” he said softly. “You’re mine. Not just for tonight.”

Y/N looked up at him. “I wasn’t planning on giving you back.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, one of those rare, genuine ones that lit up his whole face.

“Do you think Felix’ll kill me if he walks in right now?” he murmured.

“Only if you’re still inside me,” she whispered, grinning wickedly.

Hyunjin covered his face with a groan. “Please don’t say that while I’m trying to act wholesome.”

She laughed, rolling onto her side so they were face to face. He pulled her closer, burying his face into the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply.

“You smell like me,” he said.

“I smell like sweat and sin.”

“…Yeah. Mine.”

They lay there for a long time in comfortable silence, tangled together beneath the sheets, fingers interlaced. Outside, the streetlights glowed gold through the curtains. The world was still, soft.

Hyunjin broke the silence first, his voice lower, almost shy. “You know that thing I always do before a show?”

“The red string on your wrist?”

He nodded. “I tie it three times and make a wish.”

She looked at him curiously. “What do you wish for?”

He hesitated, then said quietly, “Lately? You.”

Y/N blinked, heart tightening in her chest.

“I know we started this with tension and sarcasm and stolen hoodies,” he said, his thumb stroking circles on the back of her hand, “but… I want the real thing, Y/N. The sleepover texts. The late-night ramen runs. The messy Sunday mornings where your hair’s a disaster and you still somehow steal my hoodie again.”

Her chest ached, the good kind, the kind that made her lean in and kiss his nose.

“You already have all of that,” she whispered. “Just… stay.”

He smiled, pressing his forehead to hers.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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[live-laugh-bangchan]

sing, mockingbird, sing! [nsfw]

ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʀᴏʙɪɴ

summary: Hyunjin is bored. Post-concert adrenaline still pulsing through his veins, he decides he's going to explore the city. Who better to explore with than his favorite little dongsaeng and his cute little partner? He doesn't even think twice before barging into your room, intent on convincing the two of you to come with him.

Instead, he ends up coming with the two of you. Not that he's going to complain.

warnings: sub!hyunjin, dom!reader, dom!jeongin, penetration (reader!, jeongin!receiving), oral sex (reader!, hyunjin!receiving), minorly implied breeding kink, praise kink (hyunjin), degradation (hyunjin!receiving), dacryphilia, voyeurism, exhibitionism (the neighbours know what's happening), swearing

w.c.: 12.6K

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I'll have you know I was working on this before I remembered they were actually touring, but it worked out anyways! Very excited to finally be sharing the first chapter of this series with you guys :) This was so much fun for me to write. and I hope you guys like it! Changbin's chapter is next <3

It's not like you and your boyfriend decided that you wanted to hook up with his bandmates.

…it is something you've talked about, of course. Jeongin knows they think of him as a baby - both of you, really, since you're dating him - but he's been a man for far longer than they care to admit. You can see it in the wandering eyes, in the way that Changbin takes a too-big swig of his water when Jeongin's hands flex just right, or the way Felix's fingers sink into the muscle of his biceps for just a little too long to be friendly. They all know that something has changed, that Jeongin's innocence has long since been shed, but no one dares to say it out loud, because saying it out loud makes it real. And none of them seem to want to let go of their sweet baby Ayen-ah just yet.

So yeah, sometimes dirty talk involves his bandmates, involves Chan catching the two of you on the couch and being "so disgusted", involves Minho finding the two of you pressed into a corner of a practice room with the low beat of their new song thrumming through the "accidentally" unlocked door and teasing both of you. He won't admit it, but you know it makes him come faster, makes a new kind of heat thrum under his skin. It does just the same for you.

In short, you're both shamelessly into it. Because, despite his maknae title, Jeongin is a freak.

It's greatly assisted by the fact that you are, too. You're down for anything and everything he's wanted to try, just as he's accepted every weird thing you've wanted to try with open arms. Sounding, pegging, shibari…there's really a small amount of things you've haven't tried, mostly for the sake of protecting his career or simply because some things are hard 'no's for one of you. 

It's a Saturday night when the first "incident" happens. Well, Jeongin calls it an "incident". You've been calling it a "divine intervention", because you were about to cave under the tension between Jeongin and his bandmates and ask one of them to sleep with the two of you anyways.

The night is young when it begins - the sun hasn't even started to kiss the horizon when the concert starts, six o'clock p.m. sharp. Despite Jeongin's insistence that he gets you a barricade ticket himself, you had ticketed long and hard for this concert, and bought yourself a seat instead.

"I don't want to be standing the whole time," you had told him when he whined, "plus, if you're patient, I'll see you backstage, won't I?"

"And the hotel?" he asked, pouty lips upturning hopefully.

"And at the hotel." you promised, because it's impossible to say no to your boyfriend when he uses those big, pouty eyes and perfect smile on you.

When the big screen on stage flickers alive, the intro video blaring through the stadium, the familiar flood of adrenaline pumps through your veins, and you're screaming despite yourself. No matter how many times you see them on stage, no matter how many times you watch them sing and dance their hearts out, you'll never get enough. They have something magnetic about them that forces a whole crowd to their feet and to jump and scream and dance. It's a powerful feeling, to be swept away in their performance. You always feel jittery after a concert, the energy in your body endless once the final note rings out. You could fight god or build a pyramid with your hands, in these moments.

Instead, you take that boundless energy out on your boyfriend.

Like every show, your boyfriend somehow gets impossibly hotter. You don't get your phone out - other Stays will record more than enough fancams for you - but it feels like it's pretty damn obvious who you're staring at, jaw-dropped. Stays joke that living with Chan has made him more of a menace, and while you know from experience that Jeongin's the real freak of the two, you're inclined to agree that his stage presence is becoming more and more Chan-like everyday.

Assisted by the stylists, of course. You think you could kiss all of them on the mouth for the outfit they've put him in tonight. His first outfit is obscene - a tiny white cropped tank top, so thin you can see the sharp lines of his body through it. It's so short that a sliver of his back peeks out when he's standing still, and you know he's bending over on purpose when the tank top practically rides up his entire back. Every single outfit is entirely unfair, like it was made entirely to tear you apart from the inside out. Even in the cutie little sailor outfit he looks amazing, and you think it's frankly unfair how badly you want to jump his bones right now. You really think this might be it for you. You might die here in the crowd at your boyfriend's concert.

Naturally, all of them look fine tonight, but only your boyfriend really captures your attention. His tongue flicks out and he winks in the direction of your seat, that smug bastard, and you scream with every other person in the stands near you as he does. You hate falling victim to the fan service of the k-pop industry, but when it's your boyfriend, you have no real reason to stop yourself from swooning over him. Even knowing about the new hair ahead of time, seeing it for yourself in the days leading up to the first show, didn't protect you from being obsessed with the way the light catches on the silver strands, on the way that droplets of sweat cling to his hair and make it stick to his forehead. 

The rest of the concert is a blur of scream-singing and drooling over your insanely hot boyfriend - who sweats so much into his shirts that they;'re practically a different color by the end of the night, absolutely glued to his skin. You're picturing peeling it off of him the entire time he's on stage. The sun dips down below the horizon but that doesn't stop them, the music still shaking the floor and sending shockwaves through your whole body.

By the time you're guided out from your seat, still clutching your lightstick to your chest with hearts in your eyes, you're so hyped up on adrenaline that you almost miss the manager you're supposed to be looking for standing at the top of the stairs. He gives you a polite nod when you walk towards him, and then guides you discretely backstage. For the most part, you follow the crowd - down the stairs, around the bend, past the banners one last time - just to slip out from the sea at the last moment, doing the practiced dance of quietly slipping into an "employees only" hallway without being detected. No controversies for you tonight, please and thank you.

You're forced to wait with the staff members outside of their changing space (you wonder briefly if you and Jeongin perhaps weren't so quiet during one of your previous green room escapades) while everyone gets out of their hair and makeup. Once they're out of their stage outfits they're technically allowed to just go back to the hotel and do the act of washing off the makeup themselves, but it is nice, sometimes, to fully let someone else handle something after a concert. Especially on a hot summer night, when even the sun setting couldn't pull the heat from the humid, sticky air. Everyone was wearing a layer of sweat so thick it was practically a second skin, so you, too, would let someone else do the hard work if you could.

…well, that's what you try to tell yourself, when impatience begins to overtake your body. The neediness that could've been excused as excitement from the concert before pulses in your abdomen, a slow, curling heat that tortures you from the inside out. You see flashes of your boyfriend again - a droplet of sweat rolling down his neck, the ridges of his abs when his fingers danced up his stomach and took his shirt with it, the way his eyes thinned to slits when he smirked and rolled his hips - and you're forced to squeeze your thighs together awkwardly while standing, hoping that it's not too obvious that you're vying to jump your boyfriend's bones the second you get your hands on him. Reputation be damned, you want to press him against a wall and kiss him senseless until there are no thoughts left in your heads but each other.

The boys start to filter out slowly, lazily - minus Jisung and Hyunjin, who still seem to have that post-concert adrenaline pulsing under their skin and are bouncing off the walls - and when Jeongin makes eye contact with you, freshly changed into another too-tight shirt and a pair of sweatpants that sit dangerously low on his hips, you know you're both in for a long night tonight. His thumb hooks into the waistband as he "adjusts" them, pulling them just low enough for the band of his boxers to peek out and a sliver of his abdomen to be visible when he shifts his arm across his body to "stretch" (read: tease you). He looks at you with hooded eyes and a lazy grin, the kind that means trouble, as he saunters over to you like a predator creeps up on prey. The heat in his gaze holds you pinned in place, watching, enraptured, as Jeongin's tongue dips out to wet his lips.

When he reaches you, he leans forward slowly, just slow enough to be a tease, and kisses you. The kiss isn't filthy, but the message behind it is a promise of more later. When he pulls away, you're both grinning, and if anyone else were paying better attention they would see the way that Jeongin has the subtly shift his pants over his crotch to hide his rising erection.

"Hotel?" he murmurs, voice gravelly from singing on stage, and you nod, fingers dancing up his arm to link yours through his.

It looks like an innocent move from afar, but your fingers dig into his biceps, practically feeling him up in front of everyone. You feel the way he tenses under your fingers, sending you a sideways looking. A warning that you ignore, too caught up in the way his biceps pull the shirt taut around them and the way his arm twitches in your hold.

"Behave." He breathes out quietly, not even looking at you.

Your fingers sink in harder, drawing a little hiss out of him, and you know you're in for a good night when his jaw tenses tight. The ride home is going to be a long, fun drive.

– – –

Hyunjin is bored.

There's nothing left in this hotel for him to do. He can't go downstairs and use the pool, because if he gets recognized they all have to move hotels, plus he'd also just get in trouble for wandering in the hotel in the first place. He could work out in the gym, the only public space they're permitted to use in these hotels, but Hyunjin doesn't want to work out, especially after a concert. He knows that Chan and Changbin do sometimes, to burn that excess energy, but the idea of doing more work right now has Hyunjin's nose crinkling. And he could sketch or paint, the art supplies shoved haphazardly into his suitcase staring at him from the corner of his eye, but the idea of sitting still right now also drives him up the wall.

It's partially due to the half-chub that he's been rocking since the first beat of the show. He's embarrassed to admit it, but every show makes that familiar burn of arousal boil under his skin. There's something about performing on the stage, dancing and singing in perfect sync with his bandmates, that gets him going. It's his personal aphrodisiac, which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing, because a post-show nut followed by a steaming hot shower and then a faceplant into the hotel sheets is probably the best feeling in the world. And a curse, because he doesn't actually want to jerk one out right now. 

Sure, he's horny, but there's a difference between being horny (physically) and being horny (mentally). Mentally, Hyunjin wants to busy himself with other things. He needs to be in the mood to jerk off, and while his bandmates looked a little too good tonight, Hyunjin's lingering sense of guilt about jerking off to his bandmates is a little too strong tonight, strong enough to outweigh the arousal that's settling into the back of his mind.

Okay, so maybe there is something for him to do in the hotel, but Hyunjin really, really doesn't want to do it. What he wants to do is explore the city to get his mind off of…other things. It's late, and with a mask and a hat, he knows he would blend right in.

But he doesn't want to go alone. First and foremost, a night out alone is boring in his opinion, especially in a new city. If he wants to try some food out here, the nicer restaurants probably won't seat him if he's on his own. Plus, he has no one to coerce to take photos of him so he actually has content to post on his social media. He supposes he could probably ask staff (he should probably ask staff if he's allowed to leave at all, but he pushes that thought aside), but then he loses some of the freedom of a city at night, forced to continue putting on an idol face for a couple more hours. Yeah, no thanks.

He also just loves his members and would spend every waking hour with them if he could, but you won't catch him admitting that. 

He runs through the options in his head. Felix would usually be down to explore and his quieter post-concert energy would be a nice match to Hyunjin's adrenaline rush he's still riding out, but Felix looked absolutely exhausted after the show. Hyunjin assumes he's already crashed and snoring on his bed. Seungmin never wants to explore, and Jisung and Minho are probably…busy, so that eliminates both of them. Chan and Changbin are good options, but concert nights are one of the few nights Chan might actually allow himself to rest, and Changbin and him took the double room, so Hyunjin risks waking Chan up if he goes to get Changbin.

That leaves Jeongin, and likely you. Hyunjin lights up at the idea. Jeongin is a far better personal photographer than most of the other members anyways, plus he gets to hang out with his little baby maknae and his equally cute partner. While Jeongin wasn't always down to hang out with his hyung, Hyunjin knows he could convince you to explore, and if you're going, well, Jeongin isn't going to not go. Hyunjin grins evilly, already deadset on convincing the two of you to come join him tonight. Using you against Jeongin is an evil ploy, but one that all of the members are familiar with, and Hyunjin isn't above a little bit of coercion to get his way. 

Usually Chan would be in charge of all of the extra room keys, but the group (in an attempt to get Chan to actually rest during tour season) agreed that they would rotate responsibility, to minimize one person being extra tired because someone lost their copy of their room key every night of the tour at weird, odd hours (cough cough Han Jisung). 

So Hyunjin doesn't even have to go knocking to get to the babies, because it's his turn to be on key duty. He's sure he can pawn off the responsibility to someone else before he's out the door, or he can just hope that no one forgets their keys until after he's back. He decides it's a problem for him of the future, the him that's already convinced the two of you to explore. I'm a genius, he thinks to himself, tongue caught between his teeth as he shuffles through the room keys for Jeongin's. 305, 306, 307…aha! Hyunjin grabs room 308's keycard and his phone, all of skipping down the hall towards the maknae's room.

He doesn't even think to knock as he scans the keycard. He's seen Jeongin in all states of undress before, and he doesn't quite consider the fact that you could be changing in there. Really, he doesn't have a single thought in his head as he cheerily barges into Jeongin's room, mind already thinking about all the places he wants to drag the two of you to visit.

"Hello children, I'm here to take you on an adventure-"

Hyunjin's voice trails off as the door clicks closed behind him, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing uselessly. He swallows big, the sound too loud in the quiet of the room, suspended in time for a moment as he stares at the two of you.

He can't tell where Jeongin ends and you begin. Jeongin has you pressed into the sheets, body curled over top of you, sweat making his skin glisten. His hips have gone still, but they were jackhammering into you when Hyunjin walked in. There's a constellation of bite marks and hickeys across your chest, and scratch marks litter the upper part of Jeongin's back like a map (exactly where it would be hidden by his stage shirts, Hyunjin hopes). Jeongin's hair is mussed, clearly tugged at, and if Hyunjin looks hard enough it looks like there's purpling hickeys littering his upper inner thighs too, somewhere that Stay would never see at the next show.

"I- you-" Hyunjin stutters uselessly as the two of you look at him, cheeks a bright pink and getting pinker.

You stare at him for a moment, studying him. His shoulders are up in surprise, there's a flush crawling down his neck, his finger is shaking as it points between the two of you, but you notice one thing that makes the corner of your mouth twitch up into a smirk. 

No matter how embarrassed he seems, Hyunjin can't stop looking at the two of you. His eyes dart between your faces, to where the two of you are connected, to the arch of your back, to the ridges of Jeongin's abs. A normal person would've looked away by now. Would've apologized, said something about forgetting this ever happened, would've walked out of the room with a hand over their eyes and not come back for the night. 

But Hyunjin was glued in place, shamefully staring at the two of you. Maybe out of disbelief, but you can tell by the way there's a tent forming in his shorts that there's more than disbelief in his darkened stare. 

"Dirty hyung, didn't even knock." Jeongin starts, tapping your shoulder twice - a confirmation on his end and a question. 

You tap back twice - a solid yes, your shared nonverbal green - as you continue his sentence. "Jinnie's such a pervert, hm? Look at him, he's leaking in his shorts. You were hoping you'd catch us, weren't you?"

"I wasn't- I didn't mean to-" Hyunjin flushes further, stammering as he glances nervously between the two of you.

There's confusion written on his face - why haven't you kicked him out yet? Why were the two of you looking at him like that? - and that just won't do. You glance up at your boyfriend, raising an eyebrow, and he sighs dramatically. He pulls out of you with a wet pop!, the sound so slick and gross and nasty that it has Hyunjin's cock twitching in his pants despite himself. 

Oh my god, Hyunjin thinks, almost drooling at the site of Jeongin's cock, coated in both of your juices, he's so big.

Certainly bigger than anything Hyunjin's ever taken. He's not certain he's ever really given Jeongin's cock a good look before, but he's confident Jeongin must be a grower, not a shower, because Hyunjin feels like he would remember if he'd seen that beast before.

"I should…I should go…" Hyunjin says, making no move to actually leave, eyes still locked between Jeongin's legs.

Jeongin laughs at him, low and mean, as he stalks over to where Hyunjin is. He crowds into Hyunjin's space until Hyunjin's backed up against the door, curled so far in on himself that he's forced to look up at Jeongin. His breath is short, caught in his throat, and Jeongin plays a dangerous game as he leans in and in and in and-

Clicks the lock behind Hyunjin's back.

"Now's your last chance to pretend you don't want this," Jeongin says, looking down at Hyunjin, watching the way his pupils swallow his irises as he stares up at Jeongin, "Nothing to say, hyung? Not interested in a different kind of adventure tonight?"

It's mean, to call back to why Hyunjin was here in the first place. Hyunjin looks so small - like a mouse caught in the teeth of a very satisfied cat - and it sends a spike of arousal shooting up your spine. The two of you had talked about involving one of his members, but this was an even better scenario than you could have ever conjured in your head. 

You drag yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed, a mix of your arousal and Jeongin's leaking from between your legs.

"C'mon, Hyunnie," you coo, spreading your legs wide so Hyunjin can see the mess between them, "We're asking so nicely, y'know. We could be meaner."

"He'd like that," Jeongin says, still staring Hyunjin down like a predator, "Perverted little things like him don't want to be treated nicely."

They're talking about me like I'm not even here, Hyunjin thinks distantly, and he tries to speak, tries to defend himself, but all that comes out is an indignant little squeak. It's a pathetic sound, and it's practically a confession that you're not wrong about him.

"Oh poor thing, you must be so overwhelmed," you say, faux concern dripping in your tone, "Jeongin, give him some space, won't you? C'mere, baby."

Jeongin gives Hyunjin one last look over before backing up like you asked, hands raised in mock surrender. Hyunjin watches with wide eyes, cock one touch away from exploding in his pants. You're both so hot like this, so in control that every single one of his senses is locked on to the two of you. 

"Baby? You going to come here?" You ask, and oh, are you talking to him?

Hyunjin must look like a fool, mouth parted and blinking at you rapidly like he can't believe his ears. Jeongin rolls his eyes and lifts a hand, beckoning him over lazily.

"C'mon, you heard them," he says, eyes bored and mouth curled into a smirk, "You can't be stupid already, right? You can listen."

He nods rapidly, head bobbling on his shoulders as he stumbles over to you. His limbs don't feel like his own, awkward legs bumping into each other as he stops in front of you, standing between your parted legs. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for another order. 

"So good for us already, aren't you, baby?" you ask, a rhetorical question, giggling when he nods anyways, "God, you're so cute. Isn't he so cute, Innie-yah?"

"So cute," Jeongin responds, voice closer than Hyunjin remembers, "Would look even cuter on his knees."

Hyunjin doesn't even register listening until there's a dull throbbing in his knees as he clunks to the ground. He's eye level now with your gaping hole, but he doesn't look. He keeps his eyes on yours, revelling in the way you smile down at him sweetly as he drops to his knees. 

A hand comes to run through his hair and he trills, a satisfied sound in the back of his throat, leaning into the hand. You bring a hand to run a lazy circle around the rim of your entrance, and Hyunjin drools as more of the nasty mixture of lube and juices leaks out of you. He wants to taste so bad, but he already knows that he can't do that without your permission. Without both of your permissions. You were kind enough to let him stay at all, and he refuses to miss out tonight just because he got greedy. 

"We use the stoplight system," you say quietly, voice serious, "Do you know the colors, baby?"

Hyunjin hums an affirmative, and the hand in his hair tightens its hold.

"Say them for us," Jeongin says, tone stern, "And from now on, if we ask you a question, we expect a verbal response. Got it?"

"Got it, I got it," Hyunjin whimpers, the stinging on his scalp making him leak even more into his pants, "Green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop."

"Good job, baby." You coo, just as Jeongin says:

"Good slut, knowing his colors."

Both of you have such a condescending tone, like you're talking to a stupid baby who doesn't know anything, and it makes Hyunjin squirm a bit. The hand in his hair tightens even more, and Hyunjin settles, the message clear - speak when spoken to, don't move unless asked. He can do that. He can be good for you two. His cocky stage presence feels so far away right now, a skin he puts on for shows that he thought he could maintain in the bedroom, but under the weight of your gazes, Hyunjin can't even remember what it feels like to be in charge. His entire life zeroes in to this moment: him on his knees, Jeongin's hand in his hair, your fingers creating a perfect V and spreading yourself open.

You watch his face carefully, catch the exact moment that he realizes that Jeongin has already came inside of you, eyes widening and drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth when a perfect white pearl of cum pulses lazily out of you. 

"I'm going to die," he wheezes, because it's true, "You two are going to kill me."

Jeongin chuckles, the hand in his hair loosening to run through it soothingly. He scratches at the undercut gently, lowering himself down behind Hyunjin to hook his chin over his shoulder.

"That's not a safeword I'm hearing, hyung," he murmurs, and Hyunjin whimpers, "Are you okay with kissing?"

Hyunjin barely gets a breathy "yes" out before Jeongin's big hand is grabbing his chin and forcing his lips on Hyunjin's. Hyunjin moans into the kiss, and you watch with a quiet reverence as his cock twitches once between his legs, a glob of precum darkening his sweatpants at the tip. The angle looks awkward at best, but Hyunjin's fingers still clench against his thighs as Jeongin finds a way to deepen the kiss, tongue carving its way into his mouth. 

He feels your foot run up his thigh, the pressure of it moving higher and higher and stopping just short of where he needs touch the most. The whine the lack of stimulation pulls out of him is loud enough for it to break his kiss with Jeongin. A fragile trail of spit stretches between their mouths, only broken when you beckon Hyunjin towards you and he practically falls forward into your lap.

"Careful," you coo, greedy hands reaching down to pull him up to you, "I just want a taste, baby. Come here."

He settles into your lap, your hands pressing him down by the thighs when he hesitates to put his weight on you and then slipping under his shirt to guide it off. Jeongin takes it from you once you get it off of him, taking it to god knows where, but Hyunjin couldn't care less, because your mouth is on his, and it's heaven. Your kisses are different from Jeongin's - softer, but no less in control. While Jeongin uses sharp, brute force to keep his control, Hyunjin finds that your presence is more subtle. He listens to you because it feels natural to. The way you hold yourself, the way you say things so simply and kindly, makes the idea of not listening to you seem like an impossibility. Jeongin is in control because he gives you no choice, but your control feels like surrender. Hyunjin thinks that if he pushed it you might cave, might let him hold the idea of control in his hands, but he doesn't want to, not when you look at him like that for being good.

Hands sneak around his waist, dance down his stomach until one of them finds his cock through his sweatpants. The pressure is gentle at first, testing, a deep voice chuckling from behind him when his hips buck up desperately into the touch.

"Patience, baby," Jeongin says behind him, pressing a gentle kiss to Hyunjin's neck, "Hold still for me."

And Hyunjin does what he's told, because he's a good boy. He lets himself be sandwiched between the two of you, Jeongin's bare chest warm against his back as he toys with his cock, your mouth sweet and gentle against his as you explore every crevice of his mouth with your tongue. He feels unreal, his mind fuzzy and his body floating. He wonders if he's asleep, if his horny brain has conjured this fantasy up to torture him, but then your teeth sink into his lower lip, and the sting of pleasure-pain is so real and perfect that Hyunjin knows that this is reality.

Jeongin gets bored of playing with his cock through the sweatpants, grabbing Hyunjin by the hair and pulling him away from you, much to both of your chagrins. You let go of Hyunjin's waist as Jeongin guides him to stand again, though it's on shaky legs, and he has to lean back into the easy strength of the boy behind him to keep himself upright.

You slide off the bed to fall to your knees in front of Hyunjin, fingers coming to toy with the waistband of Hyunjin's sweatpants. The way you look up at him has Hyunjin shivering. Even on your knees, Hyunjin feels like he's at your mercy, glued to Jeongin, whose wandering hands have found a home just above the waist of Hyunjin's pants, teasing fingers pushing into the soft skin there just to hear the way Hyunjin hisses when they do.

"Can I take these off?" You ask him, looking up through your lashes, and shit, Hyunjin would have to be actually insane to say no.

He nods his head, struggling to swallow his spit as you frown up at him. You don't say anything else, but keep tracing the waistband. Hyunjin wonders if you're teasing, but then one of Jeongin's hands pulls back, just to land hard on his ass. Hyunjin stumbles forward a bit at the contact, your hands and Jeongin's other hand holding him steady.

"When we ask you a question, you're supposed to answer," Jeongin says, voice unamused, "Did you already forget? Touched your cock a little and you lost all your thoughts? I thought you were going to be good."

"I am, I am, 'm sorry, sorry Innie-yah," Hyunjin rushes out, an aroused shiver crawling up his spine at the way Jeongin was talking to him, "It won't happen again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It better not," Jeongin says, tone sharp, but he leans forward to press a soft kiss to Hyunjin's shoulder to balance it out, "Now answer the question."

"Yeah, yeah, you can- you can take 'em off," he slurs out, voice sounding fucked out even to him, "...please?"

"Good boy." Twin voices say, and there are fingers under his waistband tugging his pants and underwear down.

He almost feels embarrassed how hard he is right now, cock slapping against his abdomen and then hanging down slightly under the weight of his arousal. His underwear is soaked at the front, and you run a curious finger through his precum as you guide his boxers off his legs, making him flush an impossibly brighter pink when you bring the finger to your mouth to taste. You grin up at him toothily when he lets out a shocked sound, like tormenting Hyunjin was your favorite activity.

And maybe it was, because without any warning, you're leaning forward to wrap your lips around the head of Hyunjin's cock. Hyunjin practically shouts at the contact, but the sound is swallowed by a palm across his mouth from behind, firm and unyielding, even as Hyunjin's tongue darts out to taste it. Like salt and sweat and something that's distinctly Jeongin, and the taste makes Hyunjin moan into his hand.

"So loud," Jeongin chastises, though it holds no real bite to it when another little sound from Hyunjin's throat has him pressing his erection against the curve of Hyunjin's ass, "What are we going to do with you?"

"Hmm…" you hum around Hyunjin's cock, sending a spasm through him.

You pull off to speak, looking up at Jeongin over Hyunjin's shoulder, "I say we make him squirt once into my mouth and then once inside of you, yeah? I'm already stuffed full, only fair that you get a turn."

Jeongin rolls his eyes at you, which makes you laugh, but folds immediately anyways.

"You like being stuffed full," he complains as he reaches around to grasp at the base of Hyunjin's cock, guiding it back towards your mouth, "But shit, if you don't want this pretty cock inside of you, I'm not going to complain if I get to take it for a spin."

"He's got a good curve to him," you say as you surface for a gulp of air, "I think he'll fit inside of you just right."

Jeongin hums, cock still nestled between Hyunjin's ass cheeks, and Hyunjin feels it twitch when you dive back down around his cock. Shit, Hyunjin gets it, because you look so good down there, lips stretched to accommodate the size of Hyunjin's cock. He's not nearly as big as Jeongin, but he's still a pleasant weight in your mouth, the kind of size that will still have your jaw aching tomorrow. Your throat spasms around his tip when it bumps against the back of your throat, and Hyunjin feels fucking pathetic, because he thinks he already might come.

"When- where-" he manages to babble, voice caught between moaning and whimpering into Jeongin's hand.

His voice is muffled, but Jeongin can either hear him well enough or can tell from the way his body trembles in his hold what he needs, because he leans forward to tug at Hyunjin's earlobe with his teeth.

"Already? God, I should've known you were easy," Jeongin says, laughing when he feels the heat of Hyunjin's embarrassment in his skin, "You're supposed to be my hyung, Hyunjin-ah. You're such a bad role model, can barely last a few minutes when someone gets their mouth on you. How's that pathetic thing going to survive inside of me?"

The visual of it, the idea of being inside of Jeongin and feeling his entrance clench around him, is enough to have Hyunjin bucking backwards, trying to pull out of your mouth before he spills without permission. Jeongin doesn't let him, though, holds steady behind him and lets you keep ravaging Hyunjin with your mouth. He makes a frantic sound against Jeongin's hand, and Jeongin sighs dramatically, pulling his hand away.

"What." He says, feigning boredom.

"You have to stop, you have to- please, I can't hold it back, I can't!" Hyunjin wails, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes, "I'm going to- I can't-"

Words start to fail him, helpless little babbles and sobs clawing out of his throat as you just suck harder, bobbing down as far as you can take him. He's writhing in Jeongin's strong hold, his one hand and body pressed into him from behind enough to hold him still. The salty taste of precum gushing out of him fills your mouth, but he's good, and no matter how much it hurts, he won't come - can't come - without your permission.

Jeongin lets the moment drag a little longer, holds Hyunjin steady for a breath more, before raising an eyebrow at you. You pull off of Hyunjin, much to his chagrin, and bring a hand up to rapidly jerk at his length. Hyunjin's mouth falls open into a little 'o', eyes rolling back at the sensation. You cock your head at Jeongin, a silent question, and his mouth presses into a line as he thinks.

"You think so?" he asks you, and you nod, "Okay. Whenever you're ready, then."

Hyunjin feels caught, stuck between two people who know and love each other so much that they don't even have to talk to communicate. It makes this moment feel even more sinful, like something he was never supposed to be part of, and if he were allowed to come, he would've exploded all over your face in that moment. 

His time's not far off, though, as you lean forward to press gentle kisses to the head of his cock as you jerk him off, "When you come, I want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, Jinnie? Cover my face in your cum, make me all messy and gross with it?"

He nods again, mouth useless and full of cotton. Jeongin's hand reels back again and Hyunjin knows it's coming, so he panics, choking on his own wails as he struggles to get the words out.

"I can, I can," he manages, and feels Jeongin's body freeze behind him before the hand comes down, "'m good, 'm so good for you, I can do that. Whatever-hngh-whatever you want, I can do it, promise."

"Good boy," Jeongin says, "I'm going to count you down, okay? When I get to one, you can come."

"Okay, okay, thank you thank you thank you-" Hyunjin sputters, the hand on his cock speeding up a bit.

He can't look at you, can't peer over his shoulder at Jeongin, because he knows it'll be enough to push him over. He squeezes his eyes shut instead, head falling back to lay uselessly on Jeongin's shoulder. 

"Five."

Your wrist twists at the head of his cock, right where his sensitive glans are, squeezing just a little tighter on the way up because you can tell he likes it.

"Four."

Jeongin's fingers press into his hips, hard enough that if Hyunjin was in the right mind he would be worried about the bruises that were surely going to form tomorrow, about how the hell the stylists are going to hide them when his one outfit has a perfect blue button-up that rides up too high.

"Three."

You lean forward to suck on the head of his cock once, tongue dipping into his slit to gather more of his precum on your tongue. 

"Two."

Your free hand comes to roll his balls in your palm, grinning slyly as the tears finally spill over and Hyunjin's cheeks are coated in salt.

"One and a half…"

"Jeongin." You chastise as Hyunjin sobs harder, but if Hyunjin had his eyes open, he'd see the cruel gleam in your eyes, too.

"One and a quarter…"

He's going to die. His cock is going to fall off in your hand and he's never going to be able to experience anything like this ever again. The two of you are going to ruin him for anyone else forever.

"One."

He thinks he screams. All he knows is that Jeongin presses forward into his back and brings his hands up, lightning fast, to tug at Hyunjin's nipples, and then he's gone. Floating in a sea of bliss, body completely weightless and useless as he comes and comes and comes. He might black out. He's not even sure. All he knows now is the feeling of release overtaking his body, and the solid weight of Jeongin's chest behind him.

When he comes down, he's still standing, but barely - he thinks the only thing keeping him up right now is the way Jeongin digs his hands into his hips, anchoring him to reality. Without them, Hyunjin thinks he would float off into space and never be found again. He thinks he could ride that high forever.

He lets himself open his eyes, and regrets it immediately, because oh, you're still there, on your knees, face coated in his release. It's so much too, more than Hyunjin thinks he's ever come in one go. Some of it is splattered across your eyebrow, dripping down onto your cheek, but most of it coats your cheeks and your lips. If he had been aware of anything around him when he came, he would've seen the way you stuck your tongue out and caught some of the release in your mouth, but that's okay. He'll taste it on you later when you kiss again, the way his taste clings to your tongue.

You grin up at him once you can tell he's slightly lucid, a hand coming up to rub gentle circles into his hipbone.

"Do you think you can get to the bed, baby?" you ask, gentle and genuinely soft, the softest the two of you have been since Hyunjin stumbled in on you.

"You still owe us one more, you know," Jeongin says, nipping at Hyunjin's neck absentmindedly, "I want one too."

"You're going to kill me," Hyunjin says again, voice raspy, "Oh my god. Oh my god."

He lets himself be guided to the bed anyways, watching the way you don't even consider moving to wipe his cum off of your face. You position yourself at the headboard, and Jeongin guides Hyunjin to lie between your legs, face right in front of your entrance.

"Watch."

It's the only warning Hyunjin gets before Jeongin is in his vision now too, both of you above him. He thinks you're going to kiss - and shit, he wouldn't complain about getting to watch the two of you makeout - but instead, he chokes on a moan when Jeongin leans forward and licks a stripe up your cheek.

He cleans you up carefully, reverent but also greedy. His tongue darts across everywhere where Hyunjin's cum is, filling his mouth with his salty taste. Hyunjin can't take his eyes off of the two of you. 

"Holy shit." He murmurs, mostly to himself, but it makes you giggle anyways. "Tickles," you giggle quietly, and laugh fuller when Jeongin retaliates by lightly biting your cheek, "Hey now, watch yourself."

Jeongin must send you a withering look, because you stick your tongue out at him. Hyunjin can't tell from his position, but he can tell that your face is now free of cum, Jeongin's tongue quick and efficient. Your face still feels gross - your boyfriend just slobbered all over you - but it was certainly worth it to watch the way that Hyunjin's eyes widened and traced the path Jeongin's mouth took across your skin. 

Jeongin leans forward to kiss you, obscuring your vision of Hyunjin, and you realise that he's collected some of Hyunjin's cum in his mouth, pressing it into yours as he kisses you. You make a content sound against his mouth, gladly swallowing more of Hyunjin's cum. 

"Thanks for sharing, Innie." you joke.

"You're welcome," Jeongin cheekily replies, then starts digging through the bedside drawer, "Now where the hell did the lube go?"

"You're the one that threw it across the room after you opened me up," you remind him, grinning when he sends you a side-eye, "Don't give me that look, it's true! But I packed extra anyway. There should be some in the front pocket of that bag over there."

He gives you a mock salute and trots on over to go digging through your bag. While he does, your focus drops back down to Hyunjin, who is still obediently splayed on his stomach between your legs. His eyes are unfocused and droopy, a tiredness after his first orgasm settling over him. You want to put him in a jar and keep him in your pocket when he looks like this, impossible cute for a guy who does body rolls and teases Stay with winks and kisses on-stage.

You bring a hand down to gently run through his hair instead (you can put him in your pocket another day), melting when he presses into your hand with a content little hum. He blinks up at you slowly, like a sleepy kitten, and you feel arousal pulse through you like a tidal wave. You want to ruin him. You want to watch the way his eyes roll back as he comes a second time, then a third, then a fourth, until he has absolutely nothing left to give.

"You're so cute," you coo, "I can't wait to watch Innie take you."

"It'll never happen if I can't find this stupid lube," Jeongin laments from across the room, contents of your bag now strewn across the floor, "Which pocket was it again?"

"The front one," you yell, then focus back down on Hyunjin, "Can you do something for me, sweet thing? You can say no."

"Of course," Hyunjin slurs, "Can do anything for you."

"That's our good boy," you say, tone dripping with fondness, "I'm feeling needy, after watching you feel so good from my mouth. Can you return the favor, baby? Make me feel good now?"

It's all technically a question, but Hyunjin knows better. Knows that you knew he would say yes, knows that your unbearable kindness is just a face for the real beast that lies waiting under your skin. The hand in his hair isn't just a comfort, it's a reminder that he's below you. That you can pet him like he's just a little animal below you, because he is. He's lesser than you, he's yours to use like a toy and not complain.

"Please." Hyunjin breathes out anyways, desperate for a taste of you.

You use the hand in his hair with a firmer grip now, pulling him towards your leaking entrance, Jeongin's cum drying around the rim. Hyunjin leans forward to lap at it anyways, moans loudly when he tastes it on his tongue.

The taste isn't great - the lube isn't flavored, and it has a sort of acridic taste to it - but Hyunjin could care less, because your thighs twitch around his head when his tongue dips inside of your entrance. All he can think about now is making you feel good. You watch in amusement as he rocks his hips forward into the bed, sure that he's not even aware that he's humping the mattress like an animal while he's eating you out.

He's sloppy about it, all spit and slick as he drools all over your entrance, but it still feels good. Hyunjin's head game was actually pretty notorious amongst the group (or, rather, Han Jisung got head from him one time and made sure it was everybody else's business), but you were surprised by how good it actually felt. 

It doesn't take much to drag you dangerously closer to your edge, especially when Hyunjin slips a finger in alongside his tongue. You would chastise him for doing that without asking, but your instructions in themself were vague - "make me feel good" really could mean anything - so you save your meanness for later, when it will be harder for Hyunjin to hold it together under both you and Jeongin.

Speaking of Jeongin, your idiot boyfriend is still fumbling around for lube, cursing and muttering to himself. Funny that this man thought he would be a priest, you muse, because now he's walking around buckass naked looking for a bottle of lube so that his friend can fuck him up the ass.

"Am I doing good?" Hyunjin pants out, looking up at you with glossy eyes, "Am I making you feel good?"

"Making me feel so good," you moan out, "Keep that mouth on me and make me come, yeah? Let me use that perfect face of yours, pretty boy, make you just as dirty as me."

You look past Hyunjin, and let the hazy pull of pleasure part your mouth into a tempting little 'o' just as Jeongin looks up to say something to you. Your tongue darts out across your lips, and you let your head go heavy, tilting it to bare your neck to him. 

Whatever Jeongin was going to say dies on his tongue. You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly, pupils expanding as he zeroes in on you. His eyes flick down - to your lips, then to the length of your neck, glistening with sweat in the low light, then down to where Hyunjin's head is bobbing, making out with your entrance - and his cock drips a fat glob of precum onto the floor. He's frozen in place, fingers twitching at his side like he wants to reach for his cock, but knows that he shouldn't if he doesn't want to come.

"Fuck." He breathes, so quiet you almost miss it.

You just give him the same look he gave you earlier at the venue - hooded predatory eyes, like you're going to eat him whole - and he scrambles to come join the two of you on the bed, bottle of lube clutched but forgotten in his hand.

He all of jumps you when he gets on the bed, sliding next to you and burying his face in the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder. Unlike him, you don't have any rules or contracts protecting you from marks, so he doesn't even hesitate to sink his teeth into your skin, making you hiss. His tongue licks a stripe up your neck, tasting your sweat on his tongue, and he groans at the taste, sucking over your pulse point in a way that's surely going to leave a mark.

Hyunjin hasn't slowed down a bit since the bed dipped with new weight. If anything, he goes faster now, motivated by the sight above him. He feels wild, completely out-of-body, and it just makes him want to give the two of you more. Every little piece of him, right here in this bed, until there's nothing left of him but pleasure. 

"I'm going to come, and you're-fuck!Y-you're gonna take all of it, 'kay?" you tell Hyunjin, voice wobbling as your oncoming orgasm curls in your stomach, "Be good and make me come, let me cover your face-shit, fuck, I'm-"

Your voice breaks as your back arches, hips jolting up from the bed as your release coats Hyunjin's face. It's powerful enough that some of it gets in his hair, and you'd apologize if he didn't give you the most dazed, pleasure-filled gaze from between your legs. His tongue lolls out, pretty and pink, and as the taste of you hits his tongue he moans, pitchy and needy.

It's all too much and not enough. Hyunjin feels so greedy, leaning back in to lick at you again, to clean up the mess that ended up on your thighs and not on him. He needs it so bad that he doesn't hear you hiss in oversensitivity and tell him to stop, doesn't hear the cruel way that Jeongin mocks his desperation, doesn't hear anything until there's a strong hand in his hair that's yanking him back. He cries out, eyes flying open (when did they close?) to pout up at the two of you, freezing when he sees the stern looks on your faces.

"Stupid hyung, so fucking needy that he can't listen anymore," Jeongin hisses, hand tugging hard on his hair again just to watch the way that tears fill his waterline, "Did you even hear us? No? Words, pervert hyung, or we'll leave you here like this, all desperate, to hump a pillow like a dog."

It's an empty threat - Jeongin's so hard that his dick might actually explode if he doesn't get in on the action soon - but it's enough to have Hyunjin crying again, lip trembling as he pleads up at you both.

"Please, I'm sorry, hyung's sorry, Innie, Innie-yah-" his eyes flicker over to you too, sniffling as he stutters your name and cries up at you both, "Please? I didn't mean to not listen, I didn't mean to, I'm good, I can be-hic!-can be so good for you, please?"

"Come sit up here," you say, voice flat as you pat your lap, "Back to my chest. Don't even think about touching me or yourself."

He nods, clambering up carefully as Jeongin slips in front of the two of you. You bring your legs to your chest, back against the headboard, and leave just enough room between your legs for Hyunjin to slot himself. Your one hand comes to squeeze at his shoulder, and when he tries to tilt his head back to look at you, your other hand comes up to grip his jaw cruelly between your fingers, snapping his head back forward.

He feels your breath, hot on his ear, as you lean forward to speak. "Watch."

He doesn't understand, not right away, until Jeongin pops the bottle of lube open and generously coats three of his fingers. And then Jeongin rolls over and presents himself to both of you, ass high in the air and face in the sheets as he brings his index finger around to tease his winking hole.

Hyunjin's mouth feels dry as he watches Jeongin, his little baby maknae, press a slim finger inside of himself and let out a dreamy sigh at the feeling. When did Jeongin get so hot? Well. Hyunjin's known Jeongin's hot for a while, but he hadn't ever pictured just how good he would look facedown on the mattress, back arching as he fucks himself with his fingers. His muscles ripple as he fucks into himself, and Hyunjin wants to trace the ridge of each one with his tongue.

Hyunjin doesn't even realize he's leaning forward, desperate to see the show closer, until the hand that was holding his jaw drops to his neck and tugs him backwards. You don't put any pressure on his neck - choking's not the kind of thing you test on someone whose limits you don't know, especially when you can't see their face - but the simple act of your hand around his throat makes Hyunjin go entirely pliant in your hold. You file that fact away for later as you feel his pulse jackrabbit under your fingers, leaning forward to tug just a little harshly at his earlobe with your teeth. 

"He looks so good like that, doesn't he?" you ask, "Spread open like a whore. Bet you just want to stick that pathetic little thing in him, don't you? Hump him like a dog until you breed him full?"

Jeongin slips in a second fingers just as Hyunjin's eyes roll into his skull and he moans, the image of fucking into Jeongin, bending over him and just letting instinct taking over. He wonders what kinds of sounds he could punch out of Jeongin. If Jeongin would even make a sound, or if he would just lay there, acting uninterested while Hyunjin lost his mind inside of his tight heat. Would he tell him he was good? Would he tell Hyunjin he was dirty?

A third finger joins the other two as Hyunjin squirms in your grasp, cock leaking and red between his legs. He needs something, anything, to touch his cock, so hard now that it hurts. But you just laugh in his ear, eyes still latched on to Jeongin, who's scissoring his fingers apart in a way that makes his hole make a nasty squelch! every time it tries to close around the intrusion. Hyunjin wants to eat him out too, wants to see what kinds of sounds Jeongin makes when his tongue is inside of him, wants to feel Jeongin's thighs try to crush Hyunjin's head between them.

"God, are you drooling? Jinnie, you're so cute," you coo from behind him, and Hyunjin jolts as your hand on his shoulder slides up to wipe at a line of spit on his chin, "Need something in that mouth of yours? I know, it's hard for a stupid thing like you to keep your mouth closed when Jeongin looks that good in front of you, isn't it?"

He whimpers, thighs pressing together to try and alleviate the ache in his cock. It doesn't work, but two of your fingers come to press against his lips, and the world gets a little hazier as he sucks on them dumbly. It's messy, and he can feel even more spit smearing across his chin as he drools all over your fingers, but the weight of your fingers in his mouth has settled the restless need for anything, his squirming at a minimum not. He tenses when Jeongin curls his fingers to press into his prostate and lets out a pretty moan, but he doesn't whine, doesn't try and pull from your grip to get to Jeongin.

"Do you think you're ready, Yennie?" you ask, rolling Hyunjin's tongue between your fingers as you question him, "I know Jinnie is. You should see his cock right now, it's a mess."

Jeongin slips his fingers out of himself, humming unhappily at how empty he feels as he gets up on his knees to face the two of you. You slip your fingers out of Hyunjin's mouth as he moves. His hair is a mess, silver spikes standing straight up on one side from how his cheek was smushed into the sheets, and it's the cutest thing you've ever seen. Even as he clambers over Hyunjin, straddling his thighs and rutting their cocks together once, twice, just to pull a reaction from the man below him, you still can't help but think that your Jeongin just looks so adorable.

You tell him so, and he huffs.

"You're supposed to say handsome or hot."

"They don't have to mutually exclusive," you argue, "You can be adorable and devilishly handsome-"

"That's not how that works at all-"

"It absolutely is-"

"Jeongin, you're insanely hot!" Hyunjin pipes in, interrupting both of you, "Now can we please get on with it?? I need…need you. Please?"

It was a bit of a bratty move, the kind of thing the two of you should probably punish him for, but he gives Jeongin the saddest, wettest puppy dog eyes he's ever seen and Jeongin's sending you a look that says "I'm going to fold like a pathetic loser." 

You sigh, but give him a slight nod, fine with that for now. For the most part, Hyunjin's been good anyways. It's not like you haven't already tortured him enough. Making him just watch Jeongin get off was torture for you, too, who would've loved to see Hyunjin's longer fingers stretch your boyfriend open. Maybe another time, you think, watching with interest as Jeongin grabs the base of Hyunjin's cock and aligns it with his entrance. Far more important things were going on right in front of your eyes.

"I'm going to ride you now," Jeongin informs Hyunjin, staring down at him through slitted eyes, "And you're going to sit there and take it. You try to fuck up into me and I stop and you get to watch while I get myself off. Am I clear?"

Before Hyunjin can answer, you butt in too, voice smooth and even, "And don't even think about coming without permission. You don't come until one of us explicitly tells you to, got it?"

"Got it," Hyunjin murmurs, eyes transfixed on where Jeongin rubs the tip of his cock over his entrance, "I'll be good for you. For both of you."

"Good boy." Jeongin croons.

That's the closest to a warning that either of you get that Jeongin is going to move, dropping down until he's already taken all of Hyunjin inside of him. Hyunjin's cock isn't small by any means - it sits right around average, with an upwards curve that you think will press into Jeongin's prostate just right - so you gasp in surprise when Jeongin sinks all the way down in one clean movement. Jeongin's mouth falls open into a silent scream and his back bows, his three fingers not enough to have prepared him to take Hyunjin that easily. Sweat builds at his hairline right away as he pants, head lolling forward as he holds himself there for a moment, trying to get used to Hyunjin's size.

Hyunjin isn't faring much better, mouth uselessly parted and making gargled sounds in his throat. He chokes through a moan when Jeongin clenches around him, still not moving, and you chuckle meanly behind him, the movement rippling through him.

"He hasn't even moved yet," you remind him, fingers dancing around his sides to come knead at fat above his hips, "How are you going to survive when he really starts riding you?"

He doesn't know. Hell, Hyunjin doesn't know how he's survived anything the two of you have done tonight. Every brush of your fingers, every heady look Jeongin has given him has pushed him closer and closer to insanity, and to the sureness that this must just be a crazy wet dream.

Hyunjin hopes he doesn't wake up.

He hopes this especially so when Jeongin finally does start to ride him, albeit slowly. He circles his hips carefully, a motion that has Hyunjin's cock stirring up his insides, before slowly raising himself up, until only the tip of Hyunjin's cock is inside of him. He clenches around the head of it, grinning when Hyunjin whimpers at the feeling, then drops down quickly.

This continues for a while - an endless bout of teasing, pleasurable torture, the slow glide up enough to keep Hyunjin from getting anywhere near the edge but still so tight that he was throbbing hard inside of Jeongin - until Hyunjin's crying again. Jeongin leans forward to lap at his tears, mixing them with his spit as his tongue swipes across Hyunjin's cheeks. It makes the angle of Hyunjin's cock inside of him change, which just makes Hyunjin sob harder. 

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, but it hurts so good. Your hands slide up his side slowly, until they land on his chest, kneading the flesh there as Jeongin presses sloppy kisses to his cheeks instead now, still slowly riding him. Hyunjin's fingers twitch at his side, useless, caught between the desire to reach out and touch and the desire to be good.

He begs - whines and whimpers of your names mixed with "please" over and over and over - but he's not even sure what for. For more? For less? For the two of you to give him everything? For you to take it away? He's not sure, just sure that he's babbling and pleading, hiccuping little sobs torn out between sounds.

His voice gets louder when Jeongin finally gets bored of the slow ride, when playing with Hyunjin wasn't enough to satisfy the heat curling in his own belly. Hyunjin drools as he watches Jeongin's own cock bounce against his stomach, leaking and so big. Hyunjin clenches around nothing, cock twitching, at the idea of taking Jeongin inside of him. He's not even sure he could fit something like that inside of him, but he'd be damned if he didn't try if he was given the chance.

"Hey, I'm here too, you know," you say from behind him, snapping Hyunjin out of his fantasies, "Does it feel good? Is Jeonginnie making his hyung feel good?"

"Yeah, yeah, it feels good," Hyunjin slurs, words thick with arousal, "Innie's makin' me feel-hngh-feel so good. Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

Jeongin groans as Hyunjin babbles up at him tearily, mouth open as he moans between words. The room is so hot, the air thick with sweat and sex and need, and you can tell Jeongin's getting close. You open your mouth to say something-

Knock knock knock!

The sound is quickly followed by Jeongin's phone buzzing twice from the desk - the only people who can push through his do not disturb his hyungs and you - and you laugh lowly behind Hyunjin as Jeongin rolls his eyes, hips slowing down again. The knocking comes from the wall across the way from the bed, where you know Chan and Changbin's room is. Normally, no one is the wiser to what the two of you are getting up to, masters of sneaking around the others at this point (or being just quiet enough that they play the noises off as something else), but with one (1) Hwang Hyunjin pressed between the two of you, you have a new factor to worry about. 

You open your mouth to say something, to tell him to be good and quiet down, but Jeongin's faster and knows something you don't, having felt the way Hyunjin's cock jolted inside of him at the sound on the wall.

"You like that they can hear you, don't you, hyung?" he says, followed by his hips picking up speed again, "Like that Channie-hyung and Changbin-hyung know just how much of a slut you're being for us."

Another loud keen pulls out of Hyunjin's mouth, to which he slaps a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

"We can't have that," you tell him, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand back down to the sheets, "Sing for us, pretty boy. Put on a show for Channie and Binnie, we know you want to."

When Hyunjin lets out a wet little "no!" at your statement, Jeongin slows down again, grabbing Hyunjin's chin so he has to look up at him.

"Color, hyung?" Jeongin says, sitting fully still on Hyunjin's lap now as he studies his face.

From behind, you can see through his hair the way that the tips of Hyunjin's ears go bright red, and can feel the way he swallows thickly against you. He shivers and takes just a little too long to answer, so you press again.

"Baby, we can't continue if you don't give us your color," you tell him softly, the softest your voice has been with him in a while, "We need to know if you're uncomfortable. If you want to stop-"

"No, please!" Hyunjin blurts out, wide eyes looking up at Jeongin frantically, "I'm…I'm green, green, please don't stop!"

You can tell he's embarrassed by his answer by the way that Jeongin grins down at him, clearly amused by his answer. Hyunjin tries to shrink backwards, but you're there behind him, and there's nowhere for him to escape to. His face is flushed a brilliant scarlet, and his head has fallen backwards onto your shoulder so he can stare up at the ceiling at not at either of you. He's so embarrassed he thinks he could cry. He thinks he probably will.

"You have such a pretty voice on stage," you murmur softly, mouthing lightly at his neck, careful not to bite down or leave any marks, "Can you sing for us now?"

"And for the hyungs on the other side of the wall," Jeongin reminds him, hips finding an even faster pace than before that punches a few moans out of him, too, "Give them a show."

It's the last coherent thing he says before he starts to ride Hyunjin impossibly fast, aiming to pull the most obscene sounds he can out of the man. You would almost laugh at the concentration on Jeongin's face if Hyunjin wasn't absolutely losing it in your lap. Broken little moans, pitchy sounds that they can likely hear on the other side of the wall, wails that they certainly can. His hand flails outwards, needing something to ground him, and you grab his hand, lacing your fingers through his. The angle is awkward, but he squeezes you like a lifeline anyways, babbling a few "thank you"s to you before Jeongin rolls his hips just right and he loses his ability to form coherent words again.

He tilts his head, eyes hazy, and fixes you with a needy look. There's tear tracks staining his flushed cheeks, drool drying to his chin, and spit coating his lips like gloss. You don't know what he's asking for, can't tell, when the only sounds he can manage to get out are sobs and moans, and the sobbing gets louder as he looks up at you pleadingly.

"Kiss him," Jeongin demands, voice thin as he tries to steady it while he rides, "He's earned a reward, duh-don't you think-kuh!"

He mumbles out a little "shit" as he watches you do just as he asks, tilting your head down to meet Hyunjin's lips. It's messy, Hyunjin's mouth permanently open as Jeongin clenches around him, using Hyunjin for his own pleasure. It's all spit and clacking teeth and broad sweeps of the tongue, but you wouldn't have it any other way. You try to swallow some of his sounds, but even muffled by the press of your lips, Hyunjin is loud. There's no denying what's happening in here anymore, and you won't be able to look Chan or Changbin in the eye for the next few days after this, but it's worth it when you pull away and see your boyfriend, chest glistening with sweat, fucked out on his bandmate's cock.

You can tell Jeongin's trying to act unaffected, but it's written all over his face just how good it feels. His eyelids flutter every time he angles his hips down just right and presses Hyunjin's cock against his prostate, and his cock is leaking so much that there's a puddle of precum forming on Hyunjin's stomach, dripping down onto the sheets. His arms shake as he holds himself up, leaning back to get a better angle. He's chasing his own pleasure now, pent up from being denied his second orgasm for so long, silver bangs glued to his forehead with sweat and lip bitten raw from trying to hold back the sounds that threaten to spill out of his mouth. 

"I-I'm going to-hngh-gonna come on this fucking cock, and w-when I do, you can-ahn!-you can cuh-come," Jeongin grits out, words hard when your prostate is being nailed with every thrust, "G-got it, slut?"

"Got it got it, I got it," Hyunjin says, eyes rolled back into his head as Jeongin focuses on making himself come, "Thank you Innie-yah, thank you, feels so good, feels so-"

He cries out and loses track of his sentence, too far gone to care to try and remember what he was trying to say. You wonder if he even knew he was speaking at all, so fucked out that you think this second orgasm really might kill him like he said it would.

"Yeah? You gonna fill him up?" you say, locking eyes with Jeongin as you speak, "Make him nice and full, fill up your dongsaeng until it takes? Until it's leaking out of him?"

Both of them moan in unison at that, Jeongin trying to glare at you for riling him up further, but a glare doesn't quite land when you're moaning from the cock in your ass and frantically chasing your orgasm. You can tell they're both close, and you open your mouth to tease further, but-

Knock knock knock!

Bzzt! Bzzt!

Two things happen at once - Jeongin's back arches and he comes all over Hyunjin, covering his chest and stomach with his release, and Hyunjin screams, the loudest sound he's made all night.

"Call out for them as you come," you say, knowing Jeongin gets overstimulated fast and Hyunjin needs to come now, "Call out for your hyungs as you come."

Hyunjin cries out your name in surprise, wide eyes straining to blink up at you, but your hand finds his throat again - no pressure, just there - and he has no choice but to follow your orders.

"Channie-hyung, Bin-hyung, hyung hyung hyung-"

And then he's coming too, hips finally bucking off the bed once, twice, as he fills Jeongin up. Both you and Jeongin watch him with gaping mouths as he arches and comes. It feels like you've got an angel pinned between you, Hyunjin looking ethereal under the low lights with his kiss-swollen lips parted and his eyes rolled back into his head. 

Once he rides out his high he fully collapses back into you, taking deep, heaving breaths through his mouth. Jeongin slides off of his cock carefully, both of them hissing from sensitivity, and you snort as Jeongin wobbles off to the bathroom on unsteady legs. He flips you off over his shoulder, ears pink, and you just giggle into Hyunjin's hair.

"What's so funny?" Hyunjin slurs, clearly still out of it, head finding your shoulder again so he can peer at you through hazy eyes.

"Nothing, baby," you coo, pressing a kiss to Hyunjin's forehead, "How are you feeling?"

He thinks for a moment, blinking up at you emptily, then hums, "Good. 'nd tired. Don't wan' to ever move again."

You laugh at that, nodding, "Me neither, baby. We can let Jeongin do all the work, hmm?"

Jeongin comes back in with a damp washcloth as you say that, rolling his eyes, "I was the one with a cock in my ass a few seconds ago, but whatever. That's fine, make me do all the work."

He wipes Hyunjin off carefully, reverently, gently scrubbing at the remains of your dried release that still clings to his face. Hyunjin makes a sleepy, content sound once he's clean, and once Jeongin wipes himself off, you motion for him to switch places with you.

"I need to clean off, too," you murmur and Jeongin nods, a sleepiness settling in his bones now, too, "He can stay tonight, but we'll have to wake up early then."

"Hyung already knows what we were up to," Jeongin whines, but concedes anyways, "...I'll set an alarm."

"Set three, you and Hyunjin are both snoozers," you call over your shoulder, and he grumbles, settling onto the bed with Hyunjin and his phone in his hand, "Or maybe five. Thanks, jagiya!"

You catch a glance of yourself in the bathroom mirror and a very dishevelled you blinks back. There's an imprint of teeth on your shoulder that are already blooming a brilliant red, and marks littered across your body that are varying shades of purples and reds. You press into the one over your pulse point and hiss quietly. That one will certainly not be easy to cover, and you're sure the two of you are going to get a lot of shit tomorrow from the rest of the band. Usually, Jeongin keeps it below the collar ("so the hyungs don't think I'm a slut", in his words), but you think that having Hyunjin here tonight made him just a little more feral.

You wash your face and brush your teeth, stretching as you stroll back into the room. 

You smile softly at the sight in front of you - Hyunjin, curled into Jeongin's chest, fast asleep. A glance up at your boyfriend's face shows that he's already conked out too, mouth open and head tilted back. You press a kiss to his forehead and click off the lamp, slipping into the sheets with them. You'll worry about how awkward things are going to be in the morning. For now, you let the sweet lull of sleep overtake you, too, curled up next to your boyfriend and his bandmate. You fall asleep to the quiet sounds of their snoring, echoing in the little hotel room.

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WOOYOUNG FIC RECS

WARNINGS: recs may contain nsfw, 18+ content, mdni!

Long fics

• Unscripted (duhh) @minkieater ( 18+ mdni, ongoing series, such a good binge, someone cooked really damn hard)

• The Man who can’t be moved by @minkieater (18+ mdni, ex!husband to reconciliation arc, 3 parts. will change your life, no cap)

• Faking it by @belongjoong (18+ mdni, fake dating, ohh my god?? amazing piece i’ve reread nearly thrice)

• Sports car by @wooyoungiewritings (18+ mdni, the angst is angsting so hard, love me a good angst yes pls)

• A spoonful of trouble by @wooyoungiewritings (18+ mdni, fake dating, jealous woo we love it, i love him. i loveddd reading it)

• Speed dial by @ateezlibrary (18+ mdni, no words needed?? omg omg omg just absolute perfection. exactly how i like my men).

• Heartbreak Anniversary by @w00yngie (18+ mdni, angst. love this so much + makeup sex? i’m sold)

• Sour cherry love by @hwaelysian (18+ mdni, mentions of sh and abuse. the writing is just amazing. i love love love the storyline and the way it was carried. wooyo is perfect.)

• Through his lens by @mingi-buffering-24-7 (godd i love the slowburn, the push and pull hello?? this was written so beautifully)

• Passed around by @geoyahalgeoya (18+ mdni, drug use, woosanmin. gasp gasp gasp, soo good)

Smaller fics

• Freak like me by @ashlinxloves (18+ mdni, need him now!)

• Thinking about it by @httpslan4 (mafia!wooyoung, will eat every mafia fic up so hardd)

• Table manners by @belongjoong (😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 #needthat)

• Cherry flavoured by @joongnoodle (yes. yes. yes. such a cute challenge at first 😛 loved it)

• Wooyoung headcannon by @kisssan (18+ mdni, every fic eats so hard omg)

• Wooyoung smau by @teaxtease (ughh i miss him. makes me wanna yearn)

• A touch that rots by @maho6any (hope the writer’s pillow is cold. so so good)

• Birthday breeding by @ateezscupid (😵‍💫 absolutely banging. loved itt

• Change of heart by @hotteoki my baby (😍 amazingg read! love the art and the author)

• Wanna be yours by @milfgyuu (jealousy jealousy yess yess. favv trope, love the drama)

• Good lil boy by @sorryimananti-romantic (18+ mdni, royal au pleaseeee i need that so bad. wooyo in this was delish, so beautifully written)

• Sagittarius by @lcvejjoong (this was so so so so cutee omg. love all the works tbh. amazing re-read every damn time)

Note: all of these fics I’ve read but i’ll always be editing and adding more here! love binging and giving out recs to others ❤️

this took me nearly 2 months to make lmaooo i’ll be adding more members soon!

[atzloverr]

My favorite fics/blogs!!!

(multifandom)

The answer by @berryunho

this might me by favorite ateez fic y’all… It’s literally so GOOOODDDDD I’m obsessed… (atz x reader, cult au)

@freyaphoria

this entire blog is everything !! (never stop posting girl your stories are amazing) lovely yandere atz x reader stories

@yankpop

A blog with lots of yan bts x reader and I’m here for it!

Abundance by @angelicyoongie

ot7 hybrid bts x reader, I’m literally obsessed with this story and I still hope that the author picks it up again 😭

Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea

(ao3) LOVE this ot8 ateez x reader fic!! The story is so good I’ve literally cried reading it…

Polarity

(ao3) yandere Jungkook x reader. I don’t need to say more. Read it.

The obsidian pearl by @angelicyoongie

yandere mermaid!Seokjin x reader, only a few chapters, but still amazing!!!

Complete

(wattpad) I don’t know how many times I’ve reread this story… It’s my comfort fic i think😭 a bts x reader soulmate au fic.

The four kingdoms

(wattpad) another AMAZING bts x reader story. This fic is the first part of the “blue eyes” series, and I’ve read all four parts like a million times… The following parts:

pyramids, dynasty, mist (mist isn’t finished)

Seven sins

(wattpad) seven deadly sins!bts x reader.

Blood ink

(wattpad) tattoo artist!Jungkook x reader, gang au

Circus by @lani-heart

A sweet (and angsty) fic about ot8 hybrid!ateez x reader!!! I highly recommend it! (ongoing)

@cheollipop

suuuuuch a good blog, has atz x reader and some svt x reader

@angelicyoongie

Amazing bts x reader stories!!! (two of them are mentioned in this post lol)

@xosannie

lovely nsfw ateez x reader, I’m so happy I found this blog likeeee, obsessed with their work dirty little secret (mingi x reader)

Guerilla by @sorryimananti-romantic

serial killer!Yunho x reader, literally obsessed with this and their entire blog!!!! And I’m Yunho biased so this hit the spot

@bro-atz

One of if not THE best atz nsfw x reader fics… Literal art, go follow right now!!!

Heavy and sticky by @k-hotchoisan

some filthy Seonghwa x reader smut!!!

When flowers bloom in the dark by @makeitmingi

Already so invested in this mafia au Hongjoong x reader story. It’s sooo good

Atz as boyfriends (nsfw ver) by @sorryimananti-romantic and @eightmakesonebraincell

explicit ateez ot8 headcannons (I’m obsessed)

The feral drabbles by @mint-yooxgi

Ateez (and skz but I haven’t read) x reader one-shots/drabbles!!! Includes darker themes (yandere), and omg this writing is so good!!!

@last-words-ofashootingstar

such good ateez x reader fics and drabbles!!! this blog has yandere content as well! Love their work allure

@gyupinkys

amazing svt x reader and atz x reader!!! I love their work like crazy (yandere Seonghwa x reader)

Our leaves must fall before our flowers can bloom by @eightmakesonebraincell

poly ot8 atz x reader and ice hockey au, I literally died when reading this the writing is insanely good

Mist of celeste

(ao3) craziest read in my life. Space pirates atz x reader and this is a literary masterpiece. Read. It.

@holybibly

THE ONE AND ONLY QUEEN (atz x reader)

Sentinent by @trivia-yandere

(Oneshot) Yandere android namjoon x reader, omg I am obsessed with this and the author’s other works!!

Bloodline

(ao3) INSANE READ. I literally pray to god that this ot8 atz x reader story continues!!!

Case: It’s You by @potatomountain

Ahhhh this poly!atz x reader story was so amazing!!!! The twist in this was absolutely crazy, and I can’t wait for book 2 to get released! This author ate the enemies to lovers trope

Charade

(ao3) I just LOVE this ot8 atz x reader!!! This story is a zombie-apocalypse au!

@smileysuh

I love this blog so much!!! I love their NCT and SVT fics, and I strongly recommend their fic daylighter (vampire!Wonwoo + Werewolf!Mingyu x reader)

Finders keepers by @starlightkun

I AM OBSESSED with this alien!Jungwoo x human!reader fic!!! It’s absolutely adorable and you have to read it NOWWW!

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[joonie-joon]

Truth or Dare?

Pairing: Yunho X Fem!Reader. Ateez mentioned but not involved much

Genera: Smut. 18+ only.

Summary: You pick ‘truth’ and are asked who you think would be best in bed and worst out of all your friends. When you pick Yunho as the worst, he takes it personal, and has to prove you wrong.

Content Warnings: THIS IS FILTH OK. dom! Yunho sub! Reader, name calling (whore/slut), daddy kink (not a crazy amount), degrading, praising, spanking, fingering, orgasm, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, possessive, over sensitivity, oral ( f receiving), p in v, rough sex. I think that’s it? Let me know if I forgot anything!

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“Whose turn is it?” Wooyoung asked, his words slurring slightly from his 4th drink. We were all at an AirBNB for his birthday and he was at the point in his evening where he wanted to play truth or dare.

“San! Truth or dare?” Woo asked. San thought for a moment before choosing dare. “Kiss Seonghwa for 30 seconds!”

Normally truth or dare was his excuse to make people kiss.

“What about you? Truth or dare?” He asked. You chose to play it safe this time, not fully as drunk as you should be to do any of the dares he came up with.

“Truth.”

“Oh, come on!” Wooyoung groaned. “Whatever. Okay, a truth.. which one of us do you think would be best in bed and who would be the worst?”

You rolled your eyes at his question.

“I am not answering that.”

“Nope! That’s not how the game works.” Hongjoong protested. “You chose truth so now you have to answer.”

“You guys just want to know who I might want to fuck.” I groaned from the silliness of it.

“Yeah, pretty much.” San confirmed and the other boys all nodded in agreement and laughed.

“Okay, fine.” I took a sip of my drink. “Is this opinion based on who I think would be best in general or who would be best based on my own preferences?”

“Your own preferences.” Jongho said and the others agreed.

You were somebody who liked sex on the rougher side. Spanking, choking, and name-calling were all on your must-have list if you wanted to leave satisfied. Vanilla sex was fine but, usually didn’t do it for you.

You scoped out the room of the 8 candidates and analyzed each part of their personality that could hint at their bedroom behavior. Your best was chosen quite quickly.

“I think San would be the best.” The boys all started to protest, trying to argue their case as to why they would be better.

“Guys, come on! She made her choice.” San laughed and threw his arms up in triumph.

“Okay she still needs to choose who she thinks would suck.” Seonghwa said, reminding you of the second part of the question.

“It’s not who I think sucks.” You emphasize. “It’s who I think would not be a good match for me.”

“Not be able to satisfy you.” Yeosang added.

“Exactly.” Your eyes rested on Yunho. He had been silent most of the game as he babysat his drink. He was overly sweet, gentle, kinda like a puppy dog. Definitely not somebody you could picture throwing you around in bed.

“Yunho..” you looked at him with sad, apologetic eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“Me?!” He yelled in shock. The room erupted in laughter along with fake sympathy remarks. “Why me?”

“You’re just such a sweetie. You’re gentle and soft. Romantic. And that’s just not what I get off on.” The alcohol seemed to have kicked in a bit. “I’m sorry. It’s just a game!”

Yunho pouted most of the night. You all had to pitch in together to move San and Wooyoung to bed after they has one too many. Once they were tucked in everyone went to their assigned room. Being the only girl on the trip, you got lucky and scored your own room you didn’t have to share.

You stripped down to your pajama’s which was a pair of underwear and an oversized t shirt. You climbed in bed after brushing your teeth and was about to turn off the light when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in?” You called out. The doorknob twisted and the door creaked open slowly.

“Hey.” It was Yunho. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

“Hey. What’s up?” You asked, a bit confused.

“You really think I couldn’t satisfy you in bed?” He asked.

“Oh my god, no more of this.” You groaned and threw yourself back onto the pillows. “Can I go to bed please?”

“So what is it that you like?” Yunho ignored your request for sleep. He shut the door behind him and turned to face you. The look in his eyes was something you hadn’t seen before.

“Yunho..? What are you doing-“

“Do you like to get fucked?” His voice was hard and serious, making the shocking words strike you even harder.

“I- I don’t understand-“ you stuttered.

“Answer me.” He demanded. A chill ran down your spine which made you sit up in bed.

“Yes.” You mumbled but felt embarrassed at the confession.

“Do you want to be held down? Choked?” He continued with the intimate questions. His hand turned the lock on my door, the sound of it alerting you of the true intentions of his visit and questions. “Do you like getting fucked into the mattress?”

“Yes.” Your response was shaky, nervous, but your body was responding to the questions he was asking.

“And you don’t think that’s something I’m capable of?” He walked towards the bed slowly, causing your heart rate to speed up.

“I don’t know.” Your voice came out hardly louder than a whisper. “It was just a game Yunho. You know I don’t know anything about that part of you.”

Yunho put his hands on the foot of the bed and leaned forward towards you.

“Exactly, you don’t know. And I want to show you that I’m different than what you think.”

You laughed out loud at what you thought was a joke however, he did not find any humor in your response.

“Why are you laughing at me?” He was serious and his tone confirmed that for you.

“I’m sorry.” You started to stutter. “I mean, you have to be joking right? Yunho we’re friends-“

“Right. We are friends. So why would you embarrass me in front of everyone?” He reached out and grabbed your ankles, he caressed the skin with his thumbs.

“I didn’t mean to. I just don’t think-“

“That’s the issue. You’re thinking way too much.” He interrupted you. “All you have to do is behave and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

“Behave?” You laughed but you felt yourself start to get turned on by his words. “And what exactly is it that I want?”

“You want to get fucked like a whore.”

You opened your mouth to protest but had no breath to form words. He was right, you did want that. But with him? You couldn’t picture him doing anything more than missionary.

“Am I wrong?” He pushed when you didn’t respond.

“No, you’re not wrong.” You paused for a moment to watch him. He had thought he won a victory but you had plans to push him a bit farther. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I don’t think you have it in you.”

Yunho’s nostrils flared in anger. He gripped on your ankles tightly and dragged you to him. You gasped at the sudden movement.

“Just give me the green light and I’ll make you eat those words.” He was inches from your face, his lips so close to brushing against yours.

‘Fuck it, maybe it will be good.’ You thought to yourself.

Just to be sure he knew exactly the vibe you craved, you continued to push him.

“I thought you said you wanted to fuck me like a whore?” You giggled, teasing. “You ask whores for permission? How soft of you.”

“There’s nothing soft about me baby.” He chuckled darkly. “You’ll see why I wanted your permission once I’m done with you.”

“You don’t scare me.” You reached your hand up to caress his cheek with your hand. “Do your worst.”

Yunho snatched your had off of his face and pulled you off the bed with it, making you yelp. He grabbed your chin in his hand and pulled you to his lips. He kissed you hard and pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth. The kiss made you dizzy and left you gasping for air.

“Last chance to change your mind.” He warned you after breaking the kiss but you shook your head. You were all in. He took a seat on the bed.

“Lay across my lap.” He ordered you and you obeyed, giggling uncontrollably. You couldn’t believe Yunho, of all people, was about to spank you.

Yunho lifted the bottom of your shirt up to expose your clothed behind. He placed his large hand on your ass and started to gently knead and massage the skin, placing very light spanks on your cheeks.

You smirked and rolled your eyes at the amateur attempt of being a dom-type.

“You humiliated me in front of everyone.” He told you, still gently kneading. “Made everyone think I was too soft and too gentle.”

Yunho’s fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down to your knees. His fingers traced their way back up your legs, grazing very close to your core, before finding its place again on your ass.

“You’re going to wish I was gentle after we’re done.” He told you and quickly lifted his hand off of you and bringing it down swiftly on your bare skin. It was sharp and made you gasp. He did it a second time, a third. You started to squirm in his lap, trying to avoid the impacts.

“Stay fucking still.” He growled at you and spanked you again.

He used his hand to move your legs apart, changing your foot placement. His hand ran down your ass and to your core, cupping it with his hand.

“Dont run from me.”

Yunho lifted his hand off you and brought it back down onto your pussy with force. A bolt of pleasure echoed through you in an unexpected way. You moaned loudly and you felt wetness spread through your folds. He continued spanking you between your thighs over and over, each time getting harder, the impact more sharp.

“Fuck-Yunho!” You gasped.

“Wet from getting her cunt spanked. What a good little whore.” Your wetness coated his hand more and more as he continued to spank you. His fingers kept coming back down onto you in just the right spot. The impact always hitting your now throbbing clit. You felt a familiar feeling building between your thighs.

“Oh my god.” You said in shock. “I think- I think I might cum-“

It came out almost as a question as you could hardly believe you were about to climax just from him spanking you.

“I didn’t say you could cum, did I?” Yunho stopped and you felt your climax slip away.

“God, Yunho please.” You panted. “You proved me wrong. Please just let me cum.”

“I’ll make you cum but I’m not near done with you yet.” He plunged two fingers into you, making you gasp in stock. “Now, be a good girl and take my fingers.”

He moved his fingers in and out viciously. The noises he pulled from your body were almost primal, surely alerting everyone in the house of what was going on. His fingers were working you right on your g-spot.

“Fuck!” You screamed as you felt your orgasm gush out of you.

“Look at you squirting for me.” He cooed. “What a filthy slut.”

He continued to push and pull his fingers out. The floor below you was soaked as you continued to convulse on his lap. It took a while until he decided to show kindness to you and remove his fingers.

“Yunho.. holy shit.” You tried to get up but lost your balance in the process, your legs weak from your climax. He caught you in his hands and stabilized you.

“Lay down on the bed.” He told you.

“You’ve proven your point. I can’t cum again I think I’ll die-“

Yunho pinned you back against the mattress, his hand around your neck to hold you in place.

“You wanted to be fucked like a whore and that’s what you’re getting.” His voice was deeper than normal, full of desire. “I get to decide how many times you cum, not you. Your body is mine right now and you’re going to take what I give you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” You whimpered, the pulse returning to your pussy.

“Are you going to take it like a good little whore?” You felt your eyes roll in the back of your head at these words.

“Yes daddy.” You moaned. Yunho bit down on his lip and groaned.

“Good girl.”

Yunho positioned his face in front of you and used his hands to push your legs back by your chest. You felt your folds being spread open, his hot breath hovered over your greedy core. He placed a gentle kiss on your swollen clit that made you whimper, then dipped his head down into you, his mouth deliciously licking up your slick. He moved his tongue up and down your slit, his tongue dragging over your clit again and again.

“God, you’re eating my pussy so good.” You moan and feel the vibration of a chuckle from Yunho as he confined to eat you. He wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves and started to suck, making a ‘pop’ sound every time he pulled off. It drove you crazy.

“Shit! Oh my god, dont stop!” You writhed underneath him as he continued to devour your pussy. Your back started to arch off the bed as you neared your breaking point.

“Cum on my tongue baby.” He murmured into you before going back to lapping your clit. It took three swipes of his tongue to bring you to your second orgasm. Your hips jerked as you came, your clit sensitive from the second climax of the night. But, Yunho didn’t let up. Instead, you felt one of his fingers teasing your pulsating entrance.

“Yunho! I can’t-“ you shrieked when you felt him start to push his digit into you.

“You can and you will.” He ordered you. “You’re going to take it.”

He pulled his fingers in and out of you and placed his lips around your clit again. This time flicking the tip of his tongue over it as he sucked on you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your mouth fell agape as a numbing pleasure spread over you.

“Yunho.” You hardly managed to choke out his name. Your body went rigid, a spray of clear liquid leaving your body and splashing onto Yunho’s face and shirt left your body. He moaned in satisfaction, licking up every drop.

“Squirting for me again? You spoil me baby.” He purred into you. You were still twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Yunho dropped his sleeping pants down around his ankles, his hard cock was trying to break free from the boxers that were half-heartedly concealing him. He gripped himself over the fabric, jerking himself off slowly.

“Are you ready for daddy’s cock?” He used his free hand to reach out and spread your folds for him. You recoiled from his touch.

“I’m too sensitive.” You whined, unsure how much else you could take. Yunho made a disproving noise with his mouth.

“You still aren’t listening to me, are you?” He pushed his boxers down off of him, his rock hard cock recoiling as it sprung out of the clothing. His dick was dripping with pre-cum. “You’re going to take what I give you.”

Yunho grabbed your hips and pushed them hard into the bed, holding you down, then pushed his thick cock into you. A string of profanities left your lips as he filled up your overly sensitive cunt.

“I can’t, I can’t, I CANT!” You whined but made no attempt to stop him. You wanted it.

“Take my cock like a good whore.” Yunho told you, reaching to grab you by throat. He started rolling his hips into you, grunting with every thrust. He was ruthless with his pounding, taking exactly what he wanted. You.

“Oh my god!” You screamed. Your hands were frantically trying to grip onto the sheets under you.

“Do you love my cock baby?” He asked you, his pace still ruthless.

“Yes!” You started to get dizzy. “I love your cock Yunho.”

Yunho used his thumb to rub on your used clit, the added sensation sending you into a spiral.

“Cum on my cock. Do it for me.”

You shattered around him, a loud scream leaving your body as you clenched down around him in your final orgasm. Your ears started to ring and you started uncontrollably squirting on Yunho and his cock as he sloppily fucked you out.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum-“ he didn’t even finish his sentence before releasing his load, filling you up. He collapsed on top of you when he was done, enclosing you in his arms. Your body convulsing once in sensitivity when he pulled himself out of you.

“Holy shit.” You were still breathing heavy as you tried to recover. “That was.. that was insane.”

“Good insane?” His dom persona disappearing. He seemed concerned.

“Yes. Insane in a good way.” You giggled.

“You made cum, what? 4 times?”

“5 times.” A smile spread across his face in triumph.

“I’m sorry I doubted you. I was definitely very, very, wrong.” You admitted.

“It’s all good. I had a lot of fun making you eat your words.”

We were both interrupted and startled by the door handle shaking as somebody tried to get in the room. You both covered yourself up in the duvet quickly.

“Um, yeah?” You called out, refusing to open it.

“What the HELL is going on in there?” Wooyoung’s voice carried through the door. Yunho and I glanced at each other and we stifled a laugh.

“We’re just playing truth or dare.”

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My first Yunho fic! I hope you enjoyed. ❤️ I went a bit crazy so I hope it wasn’t too much.

[daiiku]

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[heymacy]

HEATED RIVALRY SEASON ONE + hall of fame text posts

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Tomarry / tomarrymort fic rec

i never thought i would like this ship but edits of fancast Tom Hughes has convinced me...

more to be added

Until Midnight Comes - Divida

cinderella fusion, crack treated seriously, mistaken identity, soulmates, obsessed harry, drunk sex, post-hogwarts | E | 26k

you belong to me (i belong to you) - Child_OTKW

time travel, slytherin politics, mind games, auror harry, slytherin harry, master of death harry, PLS READ ALL TAGS | 112k

Inventing Paradoxes - Ailora

harry and tom attend hogwarts together, falling in love, tom outsmarting himself, oblivious harry, fluff and angst, triwizard tournament | G | 62k

tempor · al | ary - asterismal (asterisms)

time travel, established relationship, voldy wins, threesome | E | 16k

good night, darling - purplemineralwater

time travel, fix-it, master of death harry, slytherin harry, knights of walpurgis, possessive tom, sane tom, hurt/comfort, slow burn | E | 138k

Enoument - Accipitae

master of death harry, harry grows up with tom in orphanage, time travel, homophobia, angst | M | 22k

Yuletide Discussions - J_L_Hynde

time travel, discussion of wizard politics, tom lusting harry, alt reality, auror harry | M | 18k

Relativity. - Ideasofmarch

time travel, fix-it, BAMF harry, morally grey harry, slytherin harry | M | 18k

Heir Apparent - MonsieurClavier

time travel, sane voldy, voldy adopts harry, pseudo-incest, powerful harry, possessive behaviour, enemies to friends to lovers, humour | E | 61k

What He Grows To Be - Severus_divides_into_H

unhealthy relationships, obsessive and possessive tom, master of death harry, time travel, tom raised by harry, self-harm, psychological torture | M | 266k

[purplemineralwater]

glad that edits got you into it yessss

[aethon-recs]

Hullo!!

Thank you for all the great tomarry fic recs you have given to us!! Your recs are always the best and I love them all..🩷🩷

Do you have any Tomarry fics where Harry somehow time travels to the past where Tom is still in his Hogwarts years ?? And Harry becomes the transfer/new student and gets sorted into Slytherin??

I hope I'm not being too specific.. honestly, just any fic where Harry and Tom both go to Hogwarts!!

Thank you🩷🩷

- rioo xxx

Hi there! Thank you for your kind words 🤍

Here's a selection of fics featuring Harry and Tom attending Hogwarts together in the 1940s.

There's 23 fics in the list below, covering 1.7 million words, so hopefully there's some fics in here you haven't come across before! Happy reading!

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Hogwarts 1940s-era Tomarrymort Recs

A Future Without a Face by @dividawrites (E, 115k, complete)

Tom Riddle is a gifted teen with a personality disorder. He’s going to rule the world one day. Harry Potter is an extremely angry transfer student, or at least that’s what Tom believes.

And the Living Will Envy the Dead by @k-s-morgan (M, 81k, WIP)

When Harry looks at Tom, he feels overwhelmed. There is a spark that makes him hopeful, the fear that nothing he does will save Tom from himself, and the horror at what his lies might lead to. When Tom looks at Harry, he feels nothing. Until he does, and then Harry’s world starts drowning in blood.

At the end of every road by @sass-y-squatch (M, 90k, complete)

In which Harry is determined to prevent Voldemort's rise, even if he has to stalk, bribe, threaten, and marry Tom Riddle to do it.

But For You, I Did by @duplicitywrites (M, 21k, complete)

When 11-year-old Tom Riddle finally arrives at Platform 9 and ¾, he meets fifth-year Prefect Harry Evans, a Muggleborn Slytherin at the top of his year. Harry is everything that Tom wants to be—Harry knows exactly what it’s like to be special, intelligent, and have no one understand you. 

Custodarium by Tina48 (E, 73k, complete)

The war is over, and the Wizarding Britain has been slowly rising from the ashes. Harry just wishes none of it ever happened – what will he do when he’s given a chance to change the past? Was Dumbledore right about “the power he knows not” after all?

Devil's Hour by @exarite (E, 3k, complete)

Harry traveled back to Riddle's time with the intention to kill him, but it's been months and he's done nothing. Instead, night after night, Tom visits him in his bed. Harry lets him.

Embryo by @cannibalinc (NR, 28k, WIP)

While others only gossip about Grindelwald and dutifully prepare for their NEWTs, Tom is building an empire. He has painstakingly clawed his way to the top of his generation’s elite, and now he wants more—more power, more delights, more magic than has ever been explored before. That is Tom’s destiny, a King among men. No—a god. He need only rise to that which is his for the taking… if only one strange boy weren’t so determined to get in his way.

Enoument by @accipitae (M, 22k, complete)

Call if fate, call it destiny, call it getting hit by a car at five years old and flung into the past to land naked and bruised on the steps of Wool's Orphanage in 1931. Whatever it is, Harry grows up not in a cupboard under the stairs but in a small room shared with another strange boy.

Fate Granted by Flipdarkchill (M, 60k, WIP)

When a young Tom Riddle demands a friend in the middle of the night, he did not truly expect anything to happen. At least, not right away...

Game On, Your Move by @perhaps-sunlight (T, 75k, complete)

Be on guard, my Lord, writes Abraxas Malfoy, the new transfer student intends to kill you. Except Abraxas has terrible penmanship, and 'kill' and 'kiss' look awfully similar in shoddy cursive. Naturally, things escalate. A lot.

good night, darling by @purplemineralwater (E, 141k, WIP)

Harry's breath faltered. It was all so confusing... Harry had died. He had died and spoken to Death and suddenly he was standing in Hogwarts, in 1942, and the Sorting Hat had just pronounced him Slytherin.

Holly & Yew by @lovely-lotus (M, 236k, WIP)

After a bout of accidental magic when Harry is six, Vernon goes too far. When Harry wakes up, he is gravely wounded and more than fifty years in the past in another world. After some shuffling, Harry ends up at Wool's. There, he meets Tom Riddle, his mysterious roommate, eventual best friend, and the love of his life.

Infinite by @duplicitywrites (E, 8k, complete)

Harry and his twin brother Tom have the same mark. The same soulmate. Whoever their soulmate is, wherever they may be, they will go to Tom. Tom, however, has other plans.

nothing left to lose by @cindle-writes (E, 11k, complete)

Harry got to have Tom’s cock inside him anytime he wanted, but all he really wanted was Tom’s soul back inside of him.

Of Monsters, Of Men by @ca-xan-dra (M, 144k, WIP)

Harry’s first memory at Wool’s Orphanage is of Tom Riddle. He thinks Tom Riddle makes many exceptions for him. (He’s right.)

Promises, Promises by @mosiva (E, 72k, complete)

Harry, stuck in the past and trying to navigate Slytherin House with Tom Riddle at its head, is hit with a memory-loss spell. An unhappy accident, as the ever-friendly Tom Riddle is on hand to tell him.

Reckless Cartography by @meles-merrivale (M, 9k, WIP)

Just because someone is the love of your life doesn’t mean they’re good for you. And just because someone’s bad for you doesn’t mean you get to walk away. Featuring Harry and Tom attending Hogwarts together and slowly ruining each other’s lives.

Stab Right Through by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (M, 82k, WIP)

Getting lost in old memories is a dangerous thing for anyone, but in Harry's case the whole situation is slightly more literal than usual, and—as it always tends to be—much, much worse.

Subjective by IceLynx (G, 1.5k, complete)

While Harry thinks Tom is extremely handsome, nobody else does. Most think Tom is rather average. Harry refuses to admit it and is forced to defend his opinion.

tautological by @cindle-writes (E, 7k, complete)

It had taken Tom quite a bit of trial and error to figure out how, but he had finally worked out how to exploit their shared horcrux connection and send Harry false visions and dreams. For a few weeks now, Harry had been waking up every morning to a rush of pleasure, soaked pajama bottoms, and Tom’s name a broken moan on his lips.

Terrible, But Great by @isalisewrites (M, 143k, WIP)

When Death gives Harry a third option, one that can save everyone he ever cared about, he takes it unflinchingly. Even when that means doing the impossible: falling in love with the enemy, Tom Riddle.

Vespertine by @itsevanffs (E, 24k, WIP)

Harry only blooms at night; Tom can see this much.

What Souls Are Made Of by Emeralds_and_Lilies (E, 278k, complete)

A mysterious object in Bellatrix's vault sends Harry, Ron and Hermione spinning into the past and to a Hogwarts like none they know. Posing as students, Harry catches the eye of the Head Boy, Tom Riddle, who is nothing like the Voldemort of the future. He's charming and sly and manipulative; both brilliant and deadly.

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Rare Pair Fest IV Works - Day 5

More rare food!! More rare food!! 🤤🤤🤤

Fic and art today!!

Title: Evergreen Author: @thecouchsofa Ship/s: Harry Potter/George Weasley Prompt: 33 Rating: T Word Count: 23.5k Warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: 

“You’d better hurry up, mate, or all the good ones will have gone.” Fred leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, clearly thinking that he’d now exceeded his allowance of brotherly wisdom for the day.

“Who are you going with then?” Harry asked suddenly. He looked between Fred and George, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Harry asks George to the Yule Ball because it’ll be a laugh and he’s in dire need of one of those. If George can continue to keep his crush under wraps it should all go swimmingly.

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Title: You Belong With Me Author: @purplemineralwater Ship/s: Orion Black/Abraxas Malfoy Prompt: 163- Loving someone from a distance and having to live the rest of your life knowing they will never be yours. Rating: M Word Count: 1903 Warnings: n/a Summary:

Orion did all he could to look away– dipping his head, squeezing shut his eyes, and even pulling his pillow up to his face. But, in the end, his eyes always returned to Abraxas.

To Abraxas and his girlfriend.

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Title: Quick Quotes and Quibbles Author: RainstormRadish Ship/s: Luna Lovegood/Rita Skeeter Prompt: #20 (from Albuss) - Journalism rivals to lovers Rating: T Word Count: 3136 Warnings: None Summary:

Luna and Rita are both Daily Prophet journalists, forced to work together to cover the Parkinson-Longbottom wedding. They have so little in common — will they ever get on the same page? Told through a series of Prophet memos, owls and notes.

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Title: At the Library of Delphi Author: AnneCaterina Ship/s: Luna Lovegood/Severus Snape Prompt: 224 Rating: G Word Count: 0 (art) Warnings: none Summary: Luna and Severus do research at a magical library in Delphi.

[purplemineralwater]

first fest fic <3

[purplemineralwater]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

anyway i posted another crack fic and the thought just occurred to me that this could be a prequel to good night, darling lmaoo

summary:

>>> In which Harry attempts to persuade Voldemort not to kill him.

Explicit; 2k words.

[mydelphiwrites]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

New Chapter Update.

Teaser:

“I had to describe the difference between a police officer and a firefighter. Then I needed to explain the form of the Muggle government in Britain. And I had to demonstrate that I knew how to use a telephone.” Her possible fiancé explained with an air of confidence and smugness that made her want to strangle him. Just for a moment.

Hermione could feel her lips part as she stared at him, hoping he was trying to pull her leg. But no, Malfoy was perfectly serious. That had been his Muggle Studies exam?

Fic summary:

Five years after the war, Hermione Granger has very little time for something like a relationship. She’s far too busy trying to run the Bureau for Endangered Creatures efficiently, dealing with budget cuts and ignorant ministry officials and finding a way to somehow restore her parents’ memories, who are still in Australia and none the wiser about the existence of their daughter.

When she discovers that the Wizengamot plans to use Draco Malfoy as a scapegoat whilst dealing with elusive Voldemort loyalists, she offers to testify for him. She’s not quite sure how it led to her trying on wedding dresses under the watchful eye of Narcissa Malfoy.

[romchat]

Me when I moved into my first apartment:

[pollen]

what are you waiting for? someone to grant you permission? the perfect and permanent emotion? a shooting star to magic away every problem you have or ever have had? alright, wait away then. but no one is going to live your life for you while you wait to become someone else