'99 Liner, Capricorn Sun, Capricorn Moon, Aquarius Venus
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WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MDNI! meanish!dom!yunho, edging, pinning you down, taunting, he’s rough but nothing too insane. let me know if you think i should add anything!
wc: 1,630
“Focus.” Yunho hummed in your ear, “You asked for me to explain, now focus.”
How could you? Yunho had you sitting on his lap, your back flush against his chest. Both of you in his gaming chair, his long arms stretched out around you, clicking buttons at a rapid pace. Your eyes trying to follow, your body trying to stay as still as possible. the screen flashing and moving quickly as he murmured his explanations directly into your ear. His deep rolling register makes your heart flutter. You tried not to move, though he did. A flinch here or there as he tried to claim another kill shot, and did. He’d snap into action and jolt you forward, just enough to make your skin burn hot. You bit your bottom lip, your eyes fluttering shut as you dug your nails into the chair beside you. “Baby, focus.” He says it sweetly, but it’s laced in something else. You know it, he knows it. It’s a hidden taunt doused in sugar. Your eyes flash open, as he hums quietly. “You said you’d be good.”
“I… I am.” You whimper, he chuckles, as he clicks the keyboard even faster, again moving, making you bite back a moan. “I’m.. I’m trying.”
All of this wouldn’t have been an issue if Yunho wasn’t buried deep inside of you. Your breath catching as the movement shifted his length into you, somehow deeper than before, your body tensing up as he chuckled.
It started off as a question, your interest in Yunho’s favorite game growing the more you learned about him. He had the idea to explain it to you, with a little fun twist to bring the two of you closer. “You want to sit on it?” He joked, but you nodded. A smile on your face, just wanting to feel him. You wouldn’t have to wait until he was done playing to be this close to him again. Silly you. You were going to implode, and Yunho? Always controlled, until he wasn’t, but for now he was calm. Explaining to you what his moves were, how they affected the game, how he was winning. That was adding to the fact that you were dripping around him, your walls clenching around his cock. You were in need. Yes he was flush against your cervix at this angle, but you needed movement. You needed more, but Yunho was competitive. He needed to win another round, at least one more, before he would give in and take you to bed and show you just how out of control he could be.
When the victory was signaled you almost jumped for joy. One of his hands slipping between your legs, his hand gliding over your arousal and his cock buried inside of you. “Baby, you’re soaked.” He smirks, though you can’t see it. His fingers roll over your clit and you nearly jolt out of the seat. “One more.” He hums, “If you can make it, I’ll fuck you like you deserve for being so good and attentive.”
“Please.” You whine, “Now.”
He chuckles, “No, my little brat. We can’t always have it your way.” He coos, and you move your hips against his wishes. “Baby.” His tone cuts sharp. It’s more of a warning now, “Stop. Or I’ll make you go sit on the bed and wait for me longer.” You know his warning is not a false promise. You know he’ll do it. Eventually you will get what you want, but he will make you wait. He always gives you what you want. He spoiled you rotten, but he’d be damned if it wasn’t up to his standard. You whine, trying to calm your breath, melting into him. “Now you pay attention and I’ll fuck you so good after this last game.” You nod. “Words, baby, use em.”
“Okay.” You breathe shakily, a small squeak of a voice coming out of you.
“You’ll be good and sit nice and still for me?”
“Yes… fuck… Yes.”
“Good.” He chuckles, before starting up the next round.
You try hard to focus. To understand every word that he’s saying, ignore every moment he snaps into action on the keys making you bite your bottom lip so hard you taste copper. Your nails dig into the arms of his chair, your walls flutter around him. You clench hard, your hips jerking and making you feel friction, a gasping moan leaving you involuntarily as Yunho’s arm wraps around you, holding you in place. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your body is on fire. “I said sit still.” Yunho growls, “If I lose this round you’re going to be in big trouble.” You whimper at his words, your head pressing back into his shoulder. His sharp tone only makes you clench around him harder, you feel tears prick your eyes. “Breathe for me.” He hums and you inhale through your nose, and exhale through your mouth slowly. “Good. It’s almost over.” You want to cheer, scream, cry of happiness. You know you can’t move so your eyes open back to the screen, blurry from tears you watch carefully, trying not to pay attention to the way your filled pussy is begging for attention from him.
You don’t know how much more time has passed when you finally see the victory screen, and you nearly jump up, but you know better than that. You stay in place, you wait for him to tell you when. He takes extra long to log off before his hand wraps around the front of you and taps your swollen clit, “Good girl.” He coos, “You did so well for me.” His lips press into the skin of your neck as you whimper, his fingers tapping against your clit in light slaps, making you whine.
“Please…” You cry, “Please let me cum.” You beg, you’ve no shame in it. “Please Yunho…”
“I guess you’ve been good.” He hums, he spins away from his computer with him still inside, “Go ahead, ride me.” You start to move, desperate and needy you bounce yourself on him, his hand rubbing steady on your clit as you moan loudly, your head falling back. “That’s it.” He hums, because you’ve been on the edge and then, you push yourself over. Your hips start to roll and drag along his length. You pant and cry until finally you feel it. Every part of you letting go. A choked sob leaves you as you soak his cock and nearly jump off him, his arm holding you still as you whimper and cry. “There you go.” He smirks, though you can’t see, “come on.” He pulls you up and off him, your legs trembling as he walks you forward, over to his bed.
He bends you over, your head pressed into the mattress. “Next time you better thank me.” He growls, his hand gripping around your neck the other is lining his cock up with your entrance, “Where’d your manners go?” He teases, before surging forward filling you in one quick thrust. And he grunts, his breath hitching as your pussy clamps around him again. Your hands clench around his sheets as you arch your back for him. “Good girl, you’re a natural.” He hums, one of his hands lifting one of your legs onto the bed, the angle making you see stars already. He moans as he starts to thrust, hard and fast. You know he’s just as desperate as you were and you push back toward him with every stroke, chasing your next orgasm eagerly. He chuckles at that.
“You… can do better… than that?” You breathe, a moan coming out at the end. His hand tightens around the back of your neck, the next thrust is hard, deep. It makes you yelp and jolt forward, a smile on your face as he follows that up with another.
“Are you sure about that?” He growls, “You seem to be running from it…” He taunts, his hand presses harder pinning you to the bed, your back still arched as you gasp and cry out. He pounds into you with aggression, your taunts making him want to prove himself. Your mouth falling open with inaudible words, drool spilling out of your mouth as he snaps his hips into you. Every drag of his cock sounds obscene and wet, every time he thrusts into you you jolt but not forward. His grip on you tight keeps you in place. He groans, his cock twitching his hips sputtering to a sloppy uneven pace. Your own orgasm starts to boil over quickly. Your body already sensitive from your time being edged. You clench all over. Your pussy, your hands, your jaw, your toes curling. Your head going blank you sob into the bed beneath you as you fall apart. He lets out a strangled moan, something involuntary and raw as he comes hard and fast. His hips pressing into you as he fills you completely.
He staggers back, his grip on you loosens as you bury your head into the mattress feeling content and full of him. Even when he pulls out and turns you onto your back. His body surging forward and towering over you, as his lips find yours for a soft kiss. A great contrast of the way he just roughly destroyed you on the bed. Your hands reach for his hair and lightly tug on the strands of silver, a smile on your face as you lazily kiss him. “That was fun.” You smirk as he pulls away.
“That was fun for you?” He raises his eyebrows, chuckling. You nod.
“I love when you talk nerdy to me.” You giggle and he shakes his head pressing his lips to yours one more time.
warnings: brat tamer!yunho, dominant!yunho, orgasm denial, spanking, reader is called a slut once, established relationship
wc: 2460
authors note: my first time writing brat taming and punishment
You had been pushing him for nearly an hour. Not in the playful, teasing way that usually earned an exasperated sigh or a warning look. Nope. Tonight, you were being genuinely insufferable.
Every request Yunho made was met with a contradiction, every question received a smart remark, and every warning was met with a grin.
And somehow, instead of realizing you should stop, you kept escalating. Part of you wanted the reaction, wanted to see where his limit was. You wanted to know what would happen when Yunho finally stopped being patient.
The answer, it turned out, was not pleasant.
"You have five seconds."
You lounged across the couch, wrapped in his oversized black hoodie. "No."
Yunho stared. You smiled.
That’s when he began to count.
"One."
You giggled.
He stepped closer. "Two."
You smiled up at him, projecting the perfect picture of innocence.
"Three."
You sat up slightly. "Your counting is really unimpressive."
His eyes narrowed. "Four."
You giggled again.
"Five." His jaw tightened.
You smiled sweetly, and this smile had absolutely no innocence behind it.
His expression hardened. "What exactly is your goal here?"
You shrugged, grinning. "No goal."
That was a mistake. A very big mistake because Yunho's patience finally snapped, and he became very, very calm. The kind of calm that made your confidence evaporate.
Slowly, he set down his phone, then he started walking toward you. He stopped directly in front of the couch. Close enough that you had to tilt your head back to look at him.
"Yunho?" you questioned.
"Get up." The command was simple. Firm, but not loud.
You immediately crossed your arms. "No."
His stare sharpened before he started to move. “Fine.”
The word had barely left his mouth before strong arms slid beneath you.
You yelped. "Yunho!"
One second you were sitting comfortably on the couch, the next you were being carried in his arms.
"What are you doing?!"
"You clearly can't behave."
Your eyes widened as Yunho adjusted his grip on you without difficulty.
"You wanted attention, you got it."
"Put me down."
"No." His answer was immediate and absolute.
You squirmed, and the movement earned a look that stopped you cold; because Yunho looked genuinely irritated.
"You've spent the last hour ignoring every warning I've given you." His voice remained calm, which somehow made it worse. "Now you're surprised there are consequences?"
You opened your mouth to retort but quickly closed it.
Yunho nodded once. As if that proved his point. "I thought so."
The walk down the hallway felt much longer than usual. Mostly because you were becoming increasingly aware that you might actually be in trouble. Not playful trouble. Real trouble. The kind that came after you'd pushed too far.
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The bedroom air hung heavy with the scent of sex, light from the lamp casting long shadows over the rumpled sheets. Now, on all fours, your body trembled under his control, ass up and face pressed into the pillow as he positioned himself behind you. His hands gripped your hips like vices, fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding you exactly where he wanted.
Yunho's cock, thick and rigid, nudged against your entrance, slick from your earlier arousal. You'd been dripping for him, but he'd made you wait, drawing out the foreplay with slow, deliberate touches—his fingers tracing your spine, lips sucking marks into your inner thighs, tongue lapping at your clit until you were whimpering. But now, with you braced like this, he wasn't in a forgiving mood.
“Look at you,” he growled, voice low and edged with authority as he thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying his cock deep inside your pussy. The stretch burned deliciously, filling you completely, and you gasped, pushing back instinctively. His grip tightened, halting your movement. “Such a bad girl, aren't you? Acting like a little brat all night, thinking you could get away with it.”
He pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in, the force jolting your body forward. You moaned, the pleasure spiking sharp and hot, your walls clenching around him.
Yunho set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping against your ass with each drive, his cock dragging along your inner walls. His hands never left your hips, thumbs pressing bruises into your skin as he controlled every inch of your motion, pulling you back onto him harder, deeper.
“You've been teasing me, pushing my limits,” he continued, his tone chastising, breath hot against your ear as he leaned over you slightly, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. He tugged your head back, forcing you to arch more, exposing your neck. “Bad girls don't get to cum easy. They have to earn it. And you? You've been nothing but trouble.”
Each word punctuated a thrust, his pace relentless, the wet sounds of his cock pounding into your soaked pussy filling the room. Heat coiled tight in your belly, building fast under the onslaught—your clit throbbing, untouched but aching. You whimpered, fingers clutching the sheets, trying to rock back to chase the edge, but Yunho's hold kept you pinned, dictating the speed, the depth.
“Please,” you breathed, voice breaking as the pressure mounted, your thighs quivering. “I'm close—"
He laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he straightened, both hands clamping down on your hips again. He drove in harder, faster, the slap of skin echoing loudly. “Oh, no you don't. Not yet. Brats like you need to learn their place.” His cock throbbed inside you, stretching you wide with every plunge, but he angled his hips just enough to graze your g-spot without letting the rhythm tip you over.
Sweat slicked your skin, your breaths coming in ragged pants as the orgasm hovered, so near you could taste it. Your pussy fluttered around him, desperate, but Yunho felt it—the telltale tightening—and slowed deliberately, grinding deep instead of thrusting. “Feel that? You're not cumming until I say so. Bad girl, trying to take what's mine without permission.”
He picked up again, pounding with renewed force, his fingers bruising your hips as he yanked you back onto his length. The denial twisted the pleasure into something sharper, more intense, your body begging silently even as tears pricked your eyes from the frustration. “Fuck—please, I can't.”
“Shut up and take it,” he snapped, voice rough with dominance. “This is what happens when you act out. I fuck you senseless, make you beg, and still deny you. Maybe next time you'll behave.” His thrusts grew erratic, his own control fraying, but he held back your release with iron will, pulling out just as your walls spasmed, leaving you empty and aching.
You collapsed forward with a sob, body shaking, the denied climax leaving you raw and needy. Yunho's hand stroked your back soothingly for a moment, but his words remained firm. “Not done yet, baby. You'll get it when you've learned your lesson.”
But he wasn't finished toying with you. His cock, still hard and glistening with your juices, pressed against your thigh as he shifted, giving you a brief reprieve to catch your breath. The air felt cooler against your overheated skin, your pussy clenching around nothing, aching for him to fill it again. You glanced back over your shoulder, eyes pleading, but Yunho's gaze was stern, his lips curled in a smirk that promised more torment.
“On your back,” he ordered, voice like gravel. You obeyed, rolling over onto the rumpled sheets, your legs falling open instinctively. The dim light played across your body, highlighting the flush on your chest, the way your nipples pebbled in the air.
Yunho knelt between your thighs, his hands pushing your knees wider, exposing your dripping folds to his view. He traced a finger along your slit, collecting your wetness, and brought it to your lips. “Taste how desperate you are.”
You sucked his finger into your mouth, tongue swirling around it, the tangy flavor of your arousal flooding your senses. He watched you intently, his free hand wrapping around his cock, stroking slowly as he pulled his finger free with a pop. “Good girl. But don't think that's enough to earn mercy.”
He leaned down, his mouth capturing one nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive bud before sucking hard. You arched into him, a whine escaping your throat as sparks shot straight to your core. His tongue flicked over the peak, then he moved to the other, lavishing it with the same attention while his hand pinched and rolled the first. The dual assault had you writhing, your hips bucking up, seeking friction against his thigh pressed between your legs.
Yunho pulled back, chuckling at your frustration. “So needy. But remember, no cumming.”
He positioned himself again, the head of his cock teasing your entrance, sliding through your folds without entering. Up and down, coating himself in your slickness, bumping your clit with each pass. Your breath hitched, hands fisting the sheets as the pressure built anew, slower this time but no less insistent.
“Please,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “Fuck me. I need it.”
His eyes darkened, and he thrust in suddenly, bottoming out in one go. You cried out, the fullness overwhelming, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. He didn't give you time to adjust, pulling back and slamming in again, setting a brutal pace from the start. His hands pinned your wrists above your head, one large palm encircling both, holding you down as he rutted into you like a man possessed.
The bed creaked under the force, your body sliding up the sheets with each impact. His cock pistoned in and out, the veined length dragging against your sensitive spots, sending jolts of pleasure through you.
You could feel every inch, the way he throbbed inside you, the slap of his balls against your ass. Sweat dripped from his brow onto your skin, mixing with yours as your bodies moved in sync—though it was all his control, his rhythm.
“Tell me you're sorry,” he demanded, leaning down to bite your shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but enough to mark. “For being a brat.”
“I'm sorry,” you gasped, the words tumbling out between moans. “I’m sorry—I'll be good.”
He rewarded you with a deep grind, circling his hips to rub against your g-spot. The sensation was electric, your toes curling, but he pulled away just as the coil tightened. “Liar. You love pushing me.” Another thrust, harder, his free hand sliding down to rub your clit roughly.
The touch was too much—direct, insistent circles that had your vision blurring. Your pussy clenched around him, the orgasm rushing up unbidden, unstoppable. “Yunho, I—oh god—"
You shattered, waves of ecstasy crashing over you as your walls spasmed. Your juices gushed around him, soaking the sheets, your body convulsing in release. It was intense, blinding, every nerve firing as you screamed his name.
But Yunho didn't stop. He fucked you through it, his thrusts unrelenting, prolonging the high until it bordered on pain. When the tremors subsided, he pulled out abruptly, leaving you panting and spent. His expression was thunderous, eyes narrowed as he released your wrists.
“You came without permission,” he said, voice dangerously calm. “After I warned you.”
Fear and lingering arousal twisted in your gut. You sat up slightly, but he pushed you back down, flipping you onto your stomach with ease. “Ass up. Now.”
Trembling, you complied, knees digging into the mattress, presenting yourself to him. Your pussy still throbbed from the orgasm, sensitive and swollen, but the anticipation of punishment made your heart race. Yunho's hand caressed your ass cheeks, kneading the flesh almost gently before delivering the first smack.
The sting bloomed across your skin, sharp and hot, making you yelp. He didn't hold back, the flat of his palm connecting with force, leaving a red imprint. “That's for testing me all night.” Another spank, on the other cheek, harder, the sound cracking through the room.
You gripped the pillow, biting into it to muffle your cries. Heat spread, your ass jiggling with each impact, the pain mingling with the ache in your core. “Yunho—"
“Quiet.” Smack. “This is for pushing my buttons.” His hand came down again, alternating sides, building a rhythm that had tears streaming down your face.
He paused after ten, rubbing the heated skin, his touch soothing yet possessive. “How many more, baby? Until you learn?”
“Please,” you sobbed, pushing back despite the burn. “I’m sorry.”
He hummed, not convinced, and resumed. Smack after smack, counting them out loud now—fourteen, fifteen—each one landing with precision, where it hurt most. Your ass was on fire, throbbing in time with your heartbeat, but beneath the pain, arousal pooled again, your pussy leaking onto your thighs.
By twenty, you were a mess, blubbering apologies, body limp. Yunho finally stopped, his hand tracing the welts, dipping lower to feel your wetness. “Look at you, soaked from punishment. Such a slut for it.”
He spread your cheeks, his thumb circling your tight hole before pressing in slightly, just enough to tease. You moaned, the intrusion new and overwhelming. “Maybe next time I'll fuck your ass as the real lesson.” But he withdrew, instead sliding his cock along your slit, coating himself anew.
“Now, be a good girl for me,” he murmured, though his voice strained. He entered you slowly this time, the stretch exquisite against your spanked skin. You whimpered at the fullness, the way his cock nudged your cervix. He rocked gently at first, letting you adjust, his hands soothing your back.
But gentleness didn't last. He built speed, fucking you deep and steady, the slaps of his hips against your raw ass adding to the sensation—pain and pleasure blurring. “You're mine,” he growled, one hand fisting your hair again, pulling your head back. “Say it.”
“Yours,' you panted, pushing back to meet him. “I’m all yours.”
His pace quickened, thrusts turning savage, his cock battering inside you. The friction was intense, your walls fluttering, but you held back this time, remembering the punishment. He reached around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing in firm circles. “Now you can cum. With me.”
The command tipped you over. You shattered again, pussy clamping down as ecstasy ripped through you, stronger for the wait. Yunho groaned, burying deep and flooding you with hot cum, his release pulsing against your walls. He collapsed over you, both panting, his weight grounding you.
As the aftershocks faded, he kissed your shoulder, pulling out slowly. Cum leaked from you, mixing with your own juices on the sheets. He gathered you in his arms, stroking your hair. “Good girl. Lesson learned?”
You nodded, spent and sated, curling into him. “Yes, sir.”
Warnings : P in V sex, porn w/o plot, squirting (lots) , fingering, pet names, oral (f recieving), moment of restraint, dirty talk, its just filthy lol
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Mingi and you fit together like a lock and key. Everything about him complimented you perfectly, and vice versa. Both of your weaknesses and strengths offset each other. When the world seemed to want to swallow you whole, he was the light that brought you back. In return, your arms were always open, a safe place for him to run. He’d even take you to go see the cliche movies you loved so much, but on the condition you’d go dancing with him over the weekend. It was like you two had known each other in your previous lives, having beaten the odds and found each other once again.
That's how you’d ended up here. Completely bare in front of him, your legs spread, sitting up while resting on your palms. You were grateful the chemistry between you two extended into the bedroom, because Mingi made your body do things you didn’t even know existed. Your hips buck slightly as his tongue laps at your folds, the sounds coming from him lewd and obscene. Three of his long fingers are buried inside you, pressing against a spot that makes you whine loudly. A thin layer of sweat coated your body as you were unknowingly pushing him harder against your core. Your body is tight, eager for release.
“C’mon baby, relax for me…” His words are barely audible between your legs but you do as he says. With a deep breath, your calves relax, your leg stops shaking and the grip on his hair loosens.His mouth latches onto your clit, swirling his tongue on the sensitive nub while his fingers consider. His fingers coax more of your arousal from you, his palm collecting what he can’t lick up.
A strange feeling in your stomach suddenly alerts you. It's…deeper, almost. You’ve never felt this before, and are unsure as to what it is. If you had to describe it, it would be close to needing to use the restroom. That's the last thing you want to happen. Slightly embarrassed, you attempt to push Mingi's head from between your legs, only to have his tongue flick quickly against your clit. “M-Mingi…fuck…wait, stop, I…” Your words fade into moans as you continue your attempt to get him to listen, only for him to speed up.
“Let go, it’s okay.” His free hand rubs small circles on your thigh as he murmurs against your skin. Unable to hold back anymore, you let whatever this is engulf you.
Your eyes roll as the most intense feeling of pleasure overtakes you. Tears prick your eyes, blurring the image of Mingi between your legs. You can feel your pussy flexing around his fingers, pulling him in deeper, urging him to continue his prodding on your g-spot. The pleasure only grows, your hands fisting the sheets. In one moment, it feels like your entire body is floating as your pussy squirts onto Mingi's face. His lips seal tightly over you, drinking you in yet he doesn’t lighten his movements. It feels endless. He’s like a man starved, his tongue and fingers devouring everything you give him. Unable to hold yourself up, you fall back onto the bed, tears staining your cheeks.
“Fuck Mingi I-” Your sentence is cut off by his hand over your mouth. He's sitting up on your right side now, his fingers still buried inside you. At some point while he was in between your legs, his grey sweats had disappeared, his cock rock hard and leaking onto the sheets. Whatever happened to you seemed like it lit a fire in him. His pupils blown wide, his lips wet and swollen, Mingi's voice seems deeper somehow as his eyes lock with yours. His thick fingers begin to move inside you once more and you whine into his palm, your hand gripping his wrist.
“Oh honey, I have 4 fingers in you now, you feel that?” He moves them roughly against your walls, beginning to thrust them into you again. “Now, you're going to squirt for me again, hm? Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Make a mess for me?” His words are soft, the exact opposite of his fingers roughly thrusting into you. When you nod, he removes his other hand from your face. It joins his other hand between your legs, rubbing your sensitive clit in swift circles.
If your eyes could roll any further back into your head, they would. It's all too much. You’ve never felt your pussy flutter like this before, and the stimulation to your clit only deepens the pleasure. You can physically feel yourself leaking onto his hand and the bed. Each thrust of his hand splashes droplets of you onto your thighs. It's an absolutely filthy sight, Mingi completely ruining your pussy with 4 fingers, his other hand quickly strumming your clit as you grip the sheets, threatening to tear them.
The same feeling as before sneaks up on you too quickly. There's no fighting it this time, the pleasure completely engulfing you. The first time you were holding back. Now you're embracing it, gushing past Mingi's hand. Suddenly, his fingers are removed from inside you but he doesn't even give you a moment to process the loss before his open hand is strumming your pussy, applying harsh pressure onto your clit. His other hand grips your chin, forcing your mouth open so he can slide his wet fingers against your tongue. The taste is barely salty, not really tasting like anything, but his digits quiet your screams as just the movements of his hand on your clit drive you over the edge again.
“Good girl…You fucking soaked the bed baby…Fuck…” Mingi removes his hand from between your legs and your mouth, leaving you completely empty. Your legs slam shut, your hips still bucking softly as small aftershocks hit you. He has the biggest grin on his face as he tilts his head. He lifts the hand that was inside you, showing you it's absolutely drenched. You can physically see the wheels turning in his head while he speaks. “Let me try something. Open your mouth.”
At this point you're completely out of it, so you obey without question. He leans over, bringing his hand up above your face. “Stick out your tongue.” Another instruction mindlessly followed. Mingi smirks at your obedience before he flicks his wrist experimentally, drops of you landing onto your cheeks and tongue. Your wordless answer is to giggle as he repeats, only harder this time, your face peppered with the proof of your actions.
“My messy girl.” Instead of wiping his hand clean, he wraps it around his shaft, hissing as he strokes himself with your squirt acting as lube. At the same time, he forces your legs open, kneeling between them. Your body reacts without much thought or care for how sensitive you are, arching your hips up so his length grinds against your slit. When Mingi grabs your hips and forces your legs onto his shoulders, he leans over, folding you in half.
“You’re gonna give me one more, okay baby? I know you can.” His sentence is punctuated with his cock thrusting into you, filling you to the brim in one move. Your hands search for something to grip, landing on his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. Your body rocks as he thrusts relentlessly into you, squelching sounds coming from between you. It should embarrass you, but it spurs you on, your pussy tightening around him. Both of you covered in sweat, your loud moans and whimpers echoing off the walls. When Mingi looked down, he saw your pussy creaming on his cock, white pooling at the base of his shaft. He growls and his pace only picks up.
“Thats it, c’mon baby..” From this angle his cock is pounding into that same sensitive spot relentlessly, building that same sensation, your body locking once again. With one rough thrust, you're thrown over the cliff. The difference? The angle. Each thrust of Mingi's cock pushes more out of you, onto his waist and your thighs. He's groaning as he fights against your tightening cunt, his own orgasm building as he continues. Your mouth agape in a silent scream, your head thrown nearly fully back, you look gorgeous like this. Completely ruined for him. When your voice catches up to you, you let out a guttural groan, and that's what finishes him. He slams into you, staying there as his cock twitches inside you. Filling your cunt while he shakes between your legs.
After a moment, he speaks, panting between words. “Youre amazing, holy shit…Such a good girl, taking everything I give you…” His hand brushes your hair out of your face as he lets your legs off his shoulders, resting them on either side of his body. You feel like you’ve been drained of everything, unable to find the words to express what you're feeling. Mingi leans forward, resting his head on your chest while his cock softens and slips out of you.
Deciding to shower after you both can breathe normally, you sigh, running your fingers through his hair. He hums in response. And just like everything else, the two of you fit together, as if you were the missing puzzle pieces that’d finally found their way home.
bf!seonghwa who goes out of his way to make your life easier, whether that means cleaning the house, doing your laundry, restocking your products before you get a chance to or just literally anything else he can think of to help you.
bf!seonghwa who loves matching with you, he buys matching rings the most though. you probably would have enough for one to go on each finger after just a few months together.
bf!seonghwa who would learn your native language so that he can connect with you and appreciate your culture.
bf!seonghwa who loves trying perfumes with you. he finds it very intimate helping each other chose what scent to wear.
bf!seonghwa who plays with your hair all the time because he just likes to be close to you.
bf!seonghwa who takes you to dinner every chance he gets. that man is a foodie and boy does he love to eat, so taking you out to eat with him is combining two of his favourite things.
bf!seonghwa whose biggest goal in life is to make you happy. he would go above and beyond for his baby, there is nothing he wouldn't do for you.
bf!seonghwa who would propose to you abroad so that the country he proposed in will always be associated with that beautiful moment.
fiance!seonghwa who would be obsessed with wedding planning, he's such an organised person you honestly wouldn't have to worry about a thing.
husband!seonghwa who would never stop caring for you and doting on you hand and foot even after 30 years of marriage.
╰┈➤ in which: wooyoung calls you while you’re out with your friends but hes home all by himself…. the poor thing uhuhuuu ㅠㅠ (that freak)
pairing: jung wooyoung x gf reader
˗ˏˋ wc: 524 >.o
contains : writing & texts, fluff, suggestive, wooyoung is a tease and annoying and embarrassing and cocky and horny, banter, bad dirty jokes, reader is sarcastic and maybe a little mean (it's with love ❤️) (dw he likes it), established relationship, mostly dialogue, reader is referred to as girlfriend and woman, implied switch wooyoung & reader, nicknames used - woo, beautiful, baby, lowercase intended <3
i want u so bad jung wooyoung pls hmu… 👅👅👅
9:42 PM
brrrring… brrrring…
[ INCOMING CALL - wooyo 💗🐈⬛ ]
you were enjoying a night with your friends at a local bar, but you sigh dramatically at your phone and lower your voice.
“hi, woo.”
“hiiii,” he drags out the syllable like a kid. “am i on speaker?”
“no… why? don't start being weird just ‘cause no one else can hear you,” you mutter, aware of his embarrassing track record.
“i would never!”
all men do is lie.
“yeah, yeah, what do you want?” you ask, rolling your eyes.
“why so hostile? i miss you.” this kiss-ass.
your friends laugh next to you and you sigh, suddenly fond.
“i’ll be home later, baby.”
“why not now, beautiful? i know you miss me too.”
“i’m gonna hang up,” you deadpan.
“nonono i’m sorry, don’t cut me off,” he says hurriedly and you can hear something like sheets shifting under him, like he's rolling onto his side.
“woo, i’ll be home in a bit, did you need me for something or are you just talking to talk?”
“oh, i need you alright…,” you can feel the grin on his face and the scoff in his voice.
“uh-huh. well, i’m gonna go. text me if you actually need anything.”
the red hang up button is millimeters from your fingertip when-
“wait wait wait! please, not yet,” he rushes, whiny and impatient.
“don't tell me you’re fucking jerking off.”
“what?! don’t say things like that, you’re so perverted…” he sounds oddly offended.
“i’m the perverted one?”
“well, yes.”
“sure.” annoyance sparks in your chest. can this guy get a grip…
“you know i’m not alone right now.”
“mhm.”
“everyone can hear my side of this.”
“mhm.”
“you’re doing this on purpose, aren't you?”
“maybe a little bit.”
there’s a pause. wooyoung makes a sound, and you get ticked off another degree, despite the way his soft voice feels in your ear.
“i just really want my girlfriend,” wooyoung pouts.
“did you lie to me when you said you weren't jerking off?”
“do you think i’m that shallow???... i’m not jerking off, i promise. kinda.”
“what the hell does that mean?”
“i just keep thinking about before you left, when you were being so nice, so good for me.”
“wooyoung.”
“you sounded so pretty. i’m so lucky to be your favorite stress relief.”
“you’re lucky i’m not there right now.”
…
he voice drops - just a little, ridiculously intimate and definitely too much for a phone call in a busy bar.
“so… when you get home…”
“you are so embarrassing,” you mutter as your cheeks turn a traitorous pink.
“what? i’m a yearner, i can't help it.”
“don’t say that, you’re just horny.”
“guilty as charged.”
“you’re not slick, wooyoung.”
“i don't know, i feel pretty slick.”
“oh my god, can you be normal for five seconds?”
“but you’re mad at me and you’re so beautiful and i bet you’re wearing that sexy outfit i like which is so fucking unfair because i can't even see y–”
beeeeep.
you hung up.
wooyoung sits speechless on the sheets, miles away, and scoffs with a grin and his dick hard in his sweatpants. he watches the call screen switch back to your messages and pokes his cheek with his tongue.
────────────── @my1003soda 2026 <3
lmk if you guys like this i enjoyed writing it, if u caught the reference ur a real one 👀
Established relationship, Angel as a petname (for Yeosang), fluff, they're so soft for each other.
Word Count: 940
A/n: Have I ever mentioned that Yeosang is the most person ever. Like he is an actual case of spiritual sightings on Earth. Especially Yeosang with red hair. I pray everyday that I could go back to the day when I first saw him with red hair at that award show.
The bedroom light was a warm colour, comfortable on the eyes. It had been nighttime for a few hours now.
You layed on the soft bed, on top of the fluffy comforter as you laid on your stomach, keeping your head up by keeping your chin in the palm of your hand.
Your eyes followed the red haired man who walked out of the shower, drying his hair. He had been punished to using one specific towel for his head until the red dye was gone. The reason was pretty much that three of your white, pristine towels were stained red because of that cherry head.
Your eyes chased his steps like sunflowers did to the sun. He walked to the bathroom to put the towel back and came back quite soon. He was most likely going to do his skincare now.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" The beautiful man said from the vanity table, where he was rummaging through the products because his ones and yours were mixed again.
"Nothing, you look pretty" You said, a gentle smile on your lips. That gentle smile slowly widened as you noticed his flushed cheeks.
“You just say things," He mumbled, you could hear the slight pout in his voice, as he started applying products.
The thing was that you would've never seen yourself in this situation 6 years ago. But during your third year in University, you had met this really nice Mathematics major, and after a few dates, you two had just…stuck. So now you had the prettiest boyfriend to ever exist.
As Yeosang hummed softly from where he stood at the vanity table, you closed your eyes. Not to sleep, not yet, the night was still young. But to just…take everything in.
The street outside of your shared apartment was quiet, except for the 24 hour cafe that was right across the street. A place you and Yeosang had had hundreds of dates by now. The owner and her wife had even invited them to their vow renewal party.
Outside the apartment window, there'd be a cat napping on the windowsill. She wasn't theirs, but she had decided that your windowsill was worthy enough to be her sleeping spot. Who were the two of you to deny her the right?
The lamp post in front of their building would be flickering, weak, yes, but not as weak as the one in the next block.
You had remembered all this without ever putting an effort to. When something happens repeatedly, it basically just settles in your head, like a memory you do not care enough to recall but you cannot forget it either.
Living with Yeosang meant living a quiet life, which was perfect, as both of you were introverts. You left for work at the same time every weekday morning, separated at the third block to the right. You usually came home before him, so you had time to wash up before he came back.
Yeosang didn't usually shower right before bed because he was always sleepy, but it was late June, and the heat was brutal, so even with the air conditioner cooling the room, he needed a shower.
“Asleep?" The soft deep voice made you open your eyes. Two beautiful brown eyes were staring at yours as he leaned over you.
"No, angel, just thinking.” You said, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair. When his eyes nearly fluttered close, you smiled, and scotted over under the comforter, holding it open for him to get inside.
He got inside and immediately nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “What are you thinking about?"
“Just how lucky I am to have my angel." You said, continuing to play with his hair.
“Well, your angel wants some things…” Yeosang smiled against your neck, mischievous. “A lot of things."
“Oh yeah? And what are those things?" You asked, wrapping an arm around his waist.
Yeosang replied by putting his whole weight on top of you, pressing you in the bed—not necessarily in a sexual way, he found comfort in doing that—and cuddled even deeper into your neck, as if he wanted to disappear inside you.
“Come on, baby, use your words. What does my angel want?" You asked, feeling every part of his body. Every dip, every curve, every muscle.
"Mmm, wanna know?” He asked, softly nibbling on your neck, making you huff. "Tell me already, angel."
“Your Angel wants a kiss, will you give it to him?" He said in his soft but deep voice, the ruby-toned hair falling softly on his eyes as it was still slightly wet.
You pretended to think for a while before turning your head to the side, “I don't think I will." You said, trying not to notice how the light from his eyes basically disappeared.
“Why?" He mumbled, pretending not to be hurt and failing pathetically because of his pout.
“You asked for a kiss. I can't give you that. What I can give you however…” You dragged your word on purpose to savor in the sight of how wanting he was.
“...Are many kisses!" You said, pulling him close to peck his cheek and making a ‘mwah’ sound as he giggled softly.
"You're so mean” He said, voice muffled as your lips joined in that familiar dance. His lips felt so soft, you could never just get used to them.
“How could you think I'd ever deny your request?" You said, pulling away to breathe. You also took that moment to kiss his birthmark, and felt him melt against you.
Your angel, so perfect.
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Warnings : Alcohol, trauma, disassociation, memory loss, depression, body pains, signs of abuse (unknown to reader), stalking fear, sabotage, anxiety , cigarettes , suspected tampering
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The creak of the bar door went unnoticed by the patrons indulging at the counter as you walked in. Mingi sat in a booth opposite, joined by several friends he’d recently introduced you to. When he sees you, he raises his hand and beckons you over. Only you could hear your sneakers sticking to the floor as you walked, the sound being drowned out by the laughs of others and the early 2000s music playing over the radio.
It had been a week since you had seen your friend. Even though you’d answered his messages with I’m just busy or I’ll call you later, he never just let you be. In a way, you appreciated that. There was never any question of whether he cared about you. Seeing his face light up at the sight of you warmed your heart. Regardless of everything, Mingi was a constant in your life.
“Hey guys.” Your voice was monotone, offset by a smile you offered to everyone at the table. There were 3 of them there besides Mingi. You recognize their faces, but you’re drawing a blank when it comes to naming them. Rather than make a fool of yourself, you hope it somehow comes up in conversation. Mingi gestures to the open spot on the booth across from him, and you take your place, sliding into the booth next to one of his friends.
When you turn your head to the person next to you, your blood runs cold, even though you can’t place a finger on why. You recognize his face and the smile he offers in return. “Remember me, doll? Hongjoong.” The name clicked into place. He was the one who brought up playing the game at the party. That’s all that registers for you about him though. By the end of that night, you were so intoxicated that you fell asleep in Mingi’s arms as he walked you from his car to your apartment, so you blamed your lack of recall on that.
“It’s nice to see you again!” a blonde man says from the spot diagonal from you. Your face must’ve given your misplacement of him away, because he introduced himself again.
“Seongwha. We kissed at the party.” His nonchalant tone was refreshing in comparison to the pit in your stomach you got when thinking about last weekend. You’re relieved to find that he simply thinks of it as a kiss and nothing more. The last nameless face states his name again, San, and you nod as you try to commit their identities to memory. Mingi jokingly asks if you’ve forgotten him too, your answer coming as mock confusion, earning a hearty laugh from him. He always warmed whatever room he was in with that laugh; it was the first thing you noticed when you’d become friends.
The men have their drinks already. Some form of liquid sedation that, when you ask what they’re called, they answer with such confidence it makes you want the same thing. They got here far before you did, meaning Mingi had already downed his first one. He asks what to grab you from the bar, and you answer with whiskey and coke. Something safe and hard to mess up. After the week you’d had, you deserved at least that.
The day after the party was spent trying to remember what happened. It was a mostly solid memory; Mingi leading you through the crowd, the spin the bottle, the drinks. The edges of your brain grew fuzzy after that though. It was like you were watching a DVD with a scratch on the disk, skipping over the damaged parts. Your body showed proof of something though. When you showered, you noticed there were small bruises on your hip, completely unidentifiable in their cause. You’d always bruised easily, so that was easy to explain. The thing you couldn’t figure out is the tenderness of your labia. Almost like friction irritation. Maybe your jeans were too tight the night before and you didn’t notice. Whatever it was, you were watching yourself go throughout the normal motions that day, remiss of any intention in your movements.
It’d even put a damper on your work. You found yourself blanking out frequently, your lips slightly parted as you disassociated. You’d never been one to do that before. The walk to your car at night was a constant look left and right, searching the shadows. For what, you didn’t know, but every sound quickened your pace. Even when the car door closed, you adjusted the mirror to see the backseat, half expecting something to be there. There never was. You’d began to check the locks on your door before you laid down for the night multiple times. The shower curtain never fully closed, the bathroom door being left open to reveal the living room. The groceries you’d bought the day before the party went untouched in the fridge, the bananas rotting on the counter. You lied to yourself and said you’d make banana bread with them, knowing you wouldn’t.
You didn’t know what was happening to you. You felt like your world was being turned upside down for no good reason. Just an off week, maybe? Regardless, you decided to agree to come out tonight to attempt to get a break from it all.
San and Seongwha are deep in conversation, something about the soccer game on the TV. Mingi was stuck at the bar, flirting back and forth with the bartender who only saw the interaction as a way to earn more tips. That left you with Hongjoong.
“So, Y/N, what do you do for work?” You tell him, deciding not to glamourize it. It was simple work and paid the rent. That’s really all you had time to care about.
Hongjoong isn’t drinking, his fingertip running along the edge of the glass. You have two choices here. The soccer game or this conversation, and you know nothing about soccer. Deciding to entertain him, you turn your body to him, your head resting in your palm as you speak. “And what do you do?”
He chuckles, shaking his head slightly. His hair falls in his face and he pushes it back before he answers. “Oh, I do this and that. Just stuff to get by. Mingi - “ He nods his head toward the bar , “-and I know each other from high school. I just moved back to town.” That explained why you hadn’t met him before the party. He sips his drink and gazes at you over the glass. His eyes bore into you as if they were searching for a question only he had the answer to. The conversation is interrupted by Mingi bringing your drink, taking his spot across from you back. He commands the attention of the group, everyone’s separate conversations stalling in favor of joining in whatever he wanted to talk about. That was the thing about Mingi. He knew how to make people feel seen.
Your drink tastes of cheap liquor and off brand soda, but it was something and for that you were grateful. You grew more comfortable with each passing moment, joining in on the conversation. Your drink went quickly since you spent more time getting it into your system than savoring it. Within 10 minutes, you’re the one standing at the bar, asking for another while the boys stay seated. One drink was your rule for coming out, but that first one went so fast you were okay with indulging a bit.
You’re unable to make out what they’re talking about, but the laughter coming from the table twinged your heart a bit. If you needed anything right now, it was a good laugh. And being the only woman at the bar, you couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on you. A hand on your back startles you, breaking your attention from watching the bartender mix your drink.
“Whoops, sorry about that doll.” Sans voice eases you, your shoulders relaxing once more. He’s ordering another drink too. If he feels any sort of buzz, he’s good at hiding it. The bartender slides your drink over, the liquid sloshing but not spilling. San catches it when you fail, handing it to you with a shy smile.
“O-oh, thank you.” He smiles then orders another beer. The first sip of your new drink hits hard but not nearly enough to get a reaction. “What’s so funny over there?” He shrugs it off, waving his hand dismissively to the group. It’s explained to you quickly, how Hongjoong had made such an absolutely depraved joke that the others couldn’t keep a blank face.
The night goes on like that. Comfortable, easy conversation that didn’t take much thought to join in on. It’s exactly what you’d hoped for after the week you’d had. The one thing you can’t come to terms with is how Hongjoong’s leg bumps into yours every so often, your response being to pivot them the other way. He followed regardless. You’re silently grateful when he gets up to use the restroom, giving you a moment of reprieve.
The bar isn’t getting any less busy as the night goes on. It’s still mostly young adults with the occasional middle aged man looking to drink away his unfulfilled dreams on a Friday night. By now the music had looped, and in checking your time you sigh, not wanting the night to end, but it was almost midnight and you were getting tired. You wouldn’t say you were drunk, but you definitely weren’t sober.
“I should really get going.” You announce, fishing in your purse for cash. Much like the rest of your life this week, it was a mess. It was slightly embarrassing to be doing this, your ears turning red as the trash in your purse rustled. Mingi notices, shooting you a sympathetic look. “I got it, you can just send it to me later.” He gives you no choice and for that alone you nearly burst into tears.
You’re the first up from the table, pulling your car keys from your pocket. At least you’d thought to keep those set aside. Seonwha notices as he stands, raising an eyebrow at you. “Youre going to drive home? The three of us are calling an uber. Let us call you one.” Mingi nods before him and San disappear to the settle the tab at the bar. A twinge of guilt stings your chest as he swipes his card, offering the waitress his number one more time, only to have her decline.
“What about you?” You turn towards Hongjoong. Like you, he has his keys in his hand, spinning the ring on his finger. He’d drank nearly twice as much as you yet if you’d just met him you’d think he was sober.
“I feel fine. Imma be real careful, promise.” That earns a chuckle from you. His voice drips with confidence and you with it didn’t give you the butterflies it inevitably did. Your remark is similar, telling Seongwha your apartment is only a few miles away and you’ll drive slow. His expression is almost one of pain, but he nods silently, giving up the fight. He didn’t know you well enough to insist, and he knew Hongjoong wouldn’t listen anyway.
With the bill paid and drinks finished, your group leaves the bar, reconvening on the sidewalk. It’s completely dark now, the only light being the flickering street lamp and the ones that pooled out the bar windows. It would’ve been somewhere you avoided this late had you not been in the company of Mingi and his friends. Their uber is only a few minutes away, so you decide it’d be best to head to your car while they were still standing there.
“You’re sure?” Mingi asks as he hugs you. You went around the group, offering a side hug to everyone except for him, who wrapped you in his arms and his pure size made you feel safe.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Text me when you get home, I’ll do the same.”
You nod and wave to them, crossing the street as their ride pulls up. You can’t get to your car fast enough, suddenly feeling vulnerable. In front of the bar, Hongjoong pulls out a cigarette, lighting it and letting a puff of smoke out before he leaned against his car. You assume he doesn’t like the smell tainting his car. Yeah, he seems like the kind of guy who values his car far too much. With your door shut and your rearview mirror showing that nobody hides in the shadows for you, you turn the key.
It’s met with a loud sputtering and a cough of the engine. The car rumbles as if it’s going to start, only for it to stall completely. It doesn’t make sense, you got your car serviced meticulously on time. There should be no reason for it not to work. A plea to nobody in particular leaves your lips as you attempt to start it again, only to be met with the same obnoxious groans and screams in protest. You let out a mixture of a choked sob and a yell of frustration, leaning your forehead on the steering wheel.
A knock on your window makes you jump. Hongjoong stands in the dark, urging you to roll it down so he can talk to you. Your better judgement says to ignore him and call Mingi, but you open your door, meeting his gaze. “Car troubles?” He asks, leaning against the doorframe. Suddenly you feel extremely claustrophobic.
“Yeah. Guess I’m getting an uber after all.”
“Nonsense. I’ll drive you.” He reaches out, offering you his hand. Regardless of his smile, you hesitate, unsure as to which path to take. You really didn’t want to spend the money, plus who knows if your card is actually in your purse.
“Okay…” Your agreement is hesitant, but you take his hand, getting out of your car. Nothing outwardly looks wrong with it, and your heart sinks knowing that the repair for whatever is wrong will be expensive. Hongjoong’s hand steadies you, leading you to his car. He smells of clove cigarettes and expensive cologne.
His car is just as you thought it would be. A newer model of some brand you didn’t even bother to learn. Yours was older, the seats being a tan faux leather and the console eroding away at some parts, showing the foam underneath. It wasn’t that you didn’t want a nice car, it was that your car worked. Or rather, had worked. Hongjong’s seats are the real deal, his radio is a touch screen and the air conditioning is blasting. You grimace at the difference, trying to push down the envy. It even smells like a new car.
“I don’t bite, ya know.” He remarks as he gets in the driver seat. Your knees are turned away from him. Out of embarrassment, you adjust them to where they’d be if you felt comfortable.
It didn’t really make sense why Hongjoong made you so nervous. His presence made you feel like a rabbit in a trap, even though you’d only met him twice. His eyes seemed to drink you in. Occasionally you’d catch him licking his plush lips as he looked at you. He seemed like the type to drive you crazy on purpose. If that wasn’t enough, Hongjoong was insanely attractive. Everything about him, physically at least, drew you in like a moth to a flame. So when you notice you’re staring at his hands on the wheel as you give directions home, you scold yourself internally, looking away with a blush.
“It’s just up here.” You point at the tall building to the right of you. It wasn’t fancy but it was home and that’s what you wanted the most. When he pulls into the parking space in front of the entrance, he turns in his seat, looking over at you. His eyebrows are furrowed as he gestures towards the building.
“Mind if I use your restroom?”
The thought of him being inside your home makes your stomach flip. You’re shocked when your lips open and grant permission, wishing you could smack yourself out of whatever trance he put you in. You hardly even spoke to him and he had you like a puppet on a string. Like he knew something you didn’t and he used it to his advantage.
The stairs of your apartment building are steep and by the time you reach the fourth floor you’re nearly out of breath, and the alcohol wasn’t helping. Hongjoong follows close behind, his presence palpable and intimidating. The lock on your front door clicks as you turn the key, opening your safe space to whatever energy he was bringing in.
You’re immediately in your living room. The kitchen sits on the left, dishes piled in the sink and the trash starting to overflow. Luckily the half wall blocked that from this point of view. Your home is simple, a couch and a television, the coffee table between the two littered with magazines and your laptop. Greenery adorns the room in random little places, seeming like they were placed there without intent and only to get it out of the way.
“Down here.” You point and show Hongjoong the bathroom, thanking yourself that even if the house suffered after this week, you never let the bathroom get dirty.
When he closes the door, you suddenly feel like a stranger in your own home. You’re unsure where to stand, should you sit instead, would it be rude to start washing dishes? It was as if you were an intruder, feeling unwelcome in the 4 walls you lag for.
Opting to sit on the arm of the couch, you wait for him to come out so you can nudge him out the door faster. Hongjoong in your apartment, in your bathroom, feels wrong and like an intrusion. But were you really going to deny him after he just gave you a ride home? Maybe you’re too nice for your own good.
When he comes out, he’s drying his hands on his jeans, and a memory of last weekend finally comes into focus.
Hongjoong is standing in the doorway. There’s an ache between your legs. Mingi is there, yelling at you. Your head is pounding and you’re struggling to sit up. He’s standing there with a hand towel, brushing off his groin and looking you over.
“Just got a drink spilled on me is all”
“Thanks, Y/N. You have a lovely home.” He glances around as you both head to the threshold. If you had the gull, you’d push him out and lock the door in his face. He couldn’t leave fast enough. Just as he’s about to let you close the door, he turns, a cold smile on his lips. “Let’s do this again, hmm?”
“Yeah, let’s all get together soon.” You didn’t know what Hongjoong meant by this, nor did you want to find out. The inclusion of everyone was purposeful, hopefully getting across the message that you didn’t want to be alone with him again. Only when he turns and begins the descent down the stairs do you allow yourself a full breath.
Your head is throbbing, probably from hitting your head on the steering wheel. After completing your routine of locking the door multiple times, you head to the bathroom. Mingi’s ringtone blares from your pocket and you answer, immediately being greeted by his questions.
“Are you home?! You never texted me.”
“I just got home. My car wouldn’t start. Hongjoong drove me.”
“Why didn’t you call me?” His voice goes quiet, guilt washing over you as you detect the sound of hurt. That wasn’t your intention. You explain that Hongjoong was there, Mingi and the others had already left and it was just easier to let him help.
Your phone is tucked between your ear and shoulder as you open your mirror cabinet, searching for something to soothe your headache. But this all looks wrong. Bottles are shuffled around and your skincare is stacked completely wrong. A pit forms in your stomach as you consider that maybe you did this, even though you know for a fact you didn’t. Mingi’s rant fades to the back of your consciousness as you find the Tylenol, right next to a prescription bottle that wasn’t completely sealed. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge as you close the cabinet, deciding you’d just deal with the pain.
“Yeah, Mingi I’m heading to bed. Good night.” You hang up without waiting for an answer. Your heart is racing in your chest, your palms sweating as you leave the room, closing the door behind you. The one person in there besides you was Hongjoong. He had no reason to look through your medication, right? Maybe you just put everything away in a hurry.
Yeah, you'd been rushing around this morning to get to work. You probably just put it all away too quickly.
The locks are checked again. On the windows, the door, even the balcony. A once over isn’t enough though and soon you’re going through the cycle again. The anxiety is drowning out any semblance of reassurance, nothing feeling like enough to keep you safe. The next hour is spent pacing, locking, unlocking, locking, pacing. Until you find it dizzying to stand, finally giving in and climbing under the covers of your bed. The walls feel like they’re watching you, gauging you for weaknesses.
That night you hardly slept. But when you did, Hongjoong’s laugh echoed and you replayed his excuse about the towel, searching for something in the frame of that moment. You’d awake on and off with a start, unable to shake the fear. Only when the sun peaked over the horizon did you allow your weary eyes to rest, finally falling asleep once the darkness couldn’t hurt you anymore.
You don’t wake up until late in the afternoon. It’s hot and muggy in your apartment since you didn’t turn the air conditioner on. The phone next to you lights up with a notification. It’s a voicemail from Mingi, only a few hours old.
“Hey, so I got my mechanic to stop by your car, which you should really be locking, and he says…uhhh…here, you say it.” You’re smiling, knowing that Mingi was more like a big brother than a best friend. The phone shuffles, then a deep voice you don’t recognize. “Yeah, it’s your starter fuse. It was disconnected. Took a long time to find, but I got it. Normally doesn’t happen without someone doin’ it, but it isn’t unheard of…” Your ears start to ring as the phone shuffles back to Mingi. “And don’t worry about the cost because…”
The conversation fades to background noise, the voicemail finished when a new notification makes you shoot up in bed. It’s an unsaved number, and it makes your blood run cold despite the temperature in your apartment.
i've been very self critical and hating on my works lately but i actually feel good about this one.... hope yall feel the same.
900 sins
you slip through the dim corridor of the underground club, the bass from the main floor making your head throb. the air is thick with smoke and smells like blood, you should know better than to linger here alone.
yeosang waits in the private lounge, sitting on a velvet couch with his legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back. his suit clings to his broad frame, the fabric accentuating every line of his body.
his crimson eyes lift to meet yours the moment you step inside, glowing faintly in the low light. a predatory smile curves on his lips, revealing a hint of his fangs.
"little mouse," he murmurs, voice smooth, "you came."
your heart stutters seeing how much bigger he is than you, even when seated. you swallow, stepping closer as a shiver races down your spine.
"i shouldn't have," you whisper, your feet carrying you forward.
yeosang rises slowly, closing the distance between you slowly. his hand lifts to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip.
"yet here you are," he says, leaning down until his breath ghosts your ear, "walking into the den of your own volition. brave. or foolish."
his other hand settles on your waist, pulling your flush against him. your hands press against his chest as you tilt your head up, meeting his glowing eyes, "maybe both."
a low chuckle vibrates through him as he dips his head, lips brushing your temple, down to your cheek. his fangs graze your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.
"i've watched you," he confesses against your throat, tongue tracing your pulse, "small thing like you, surrounded by monsters, but you never flinch. it makes make want to ruin you."
one hand slips down to grip your ass, lifting you effortlessly while the other threads into your hair, tilting your head back. he kisses you slowly, tongue sliding in slowly to taste you.
you moan into his mouth, fangs nipping at your lip until you taste the metallic tang of blood, and yeosang licks it away with a satisfied groan.
he walks you backward until you hit a wall, caging you with his body. his thigh presses between your legs, forcing them apart, and your hips roll against the muscle instinctively.
"so eager," he murmurs, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck, "my pretty little human."
his cool fingers slip under your shirt, pushing it off with ease. he palms your breasts, squeezing gently and letting his thumbs circle your nipples into tight peaks.
"look at you," he says, voice turning rough, "fitting so perfectly in my hands. i could break you without trying."
yeosang sinks to his knees, tugging your pants down, taking your underwear with them. his shoulders spread your thighs as he hooks one leg over his arm, his tongue licks a slow stripe up your slit, causing you to cry out.
his tongue circles your clit, dipping inside and fucking you with it while his nose presses against you. two fingers join his tongue, stretching you open and curling against that spot that makes you see stars.
"tight," he growls against your thighs, fangs scraping lightly, "so fucking tight for me. you'll take my cock though, won't you? every inch."
you nod frantically as your hips buck against him, and he sucks your clit between his lips. it's enough to make you cum hard on his tongue and fingers, thighs trembling around his head.
yeosang stands, lifting you with ease, making your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you to the couch. he strips, pushing his pants down last and letting his cock spring free, thick and flushed at the tip, leaking steadily.
he sits back on the couch, pulling you into his lap and making you straddle him as his hands grip your hips gently. the head of his cock nudges your entrance, slick with your wetness and his precum.
"slow," he commands, voice straining with need, "i want to feel every bit of you around me."
you sink down inch by inch, the stretch burning as his girth forces your walls apart, filling you to your limit.
you gasp, forehead pressed to his chest as your nails dig into his shoulders.
"that's it," he praises, one hand stroking your back while the other holds you steady, "good girl.. look at how your pretty pussy swallows my cock."
your ass finally meets his thighs, the bulge in your lower belly visible, making yeosang press a hand there. "fuck, you're so small.. can see myself in you," he groans, stroking the protrusion.
he starts to thrust slowly, his body enveloping yours as his arms wrap around you, mouthing at your neck and sucking bruises into the skin.
you ride him as best you can, but he takes over, lifting you and slamming you back down with power. the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filling the room as sweat beads on your skin.
yeosang's fangs sink into your shoulder, drinking you enough to make you lightheaded. his venom heightens your senses, pushing you over the edge, your walls clenching as you cum around him.
he pulls his fangs free, licking the wound shut before flipping you into the couch. one hand braces beside your head while the other hikes your leg over his hip, the new angle deeper than before as he pounds into you with long strokes.
"mine," he growls, eyes glowing bright red, "this tight little cunt is mine."
you nod, babbling his name as he reaches between you, thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts.
"cum for me again," he demands, "wanna feel you milk my cock when i fill you up."
you shatter for a third time, walls fluttering around his thick length. he follows moments later, burying himself inside you and letting his hot cum flood you. it leaks out around his cock, dripping down your thighs as he grinds through the aftershocks.
yeosang wraps his arms you, pulling you against his chest as he settles into the couch. his cold fingers trace your spine, his cock still twitching inside you.
"stay," he whispers into your hair, "the night is still young and i'm nowhere near done with you."
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; Headcanons on how I view Yeosang as an overly freaked out boyfriend.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; Freak!Yeosang x Fem!Reader.
☆ — 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 345. ☆ — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Smut. ☆ — 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Matching nails to tip color, fantasizing, masturbation (m!rec), videoing, panty stealing, finger sucking, primal instincts, oral (f!rec), mention of Yeosang humping the bed, whining, orgasm control, fingering is mentioned, begging, piv, moaning, restraints, and multiple creampies are implied.
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Freaky!yeosang who gets turned on by the slightest glance you give him.
Freaky!yeosang who tells you to get your nails done the same shade of his tip. It’s a little turn on for him. Having secrets of that sort.
Freaky!yeosang who always catches himself daydreaming of fucking you when he should be focused on work. He’ll even get so bad he has to stop and go to the bathroom just to send you a video of him jerking off.
Freaky!yeosang who steals your panties from the laundry basket for his own little keepsake.
Freaky!yeosang who likes to suck on your fingers whenever you let him. The taste of your skin is enough to make him want to bend you over the table.
Freaky!yeosang who looks at you with the hungriest gaze known to mankind, simply because he can’t control himself around you.
— “Did I say you could do that?” “Do what? I’m literally just sitting here.” “Exactly. Teasing me and shit.”
Freaky!yeosang who whenever he’s laying in between your thighs, he’ll purposely put himself nose deep into your crotch so he just smell your pheromones.
Freaky!yeosang who gets so turned on from eating you out that he will start to rut against the bed hard enough to make himself whimper.
Freaky!yeosang who finally pulls away right before you cum, telling you to wait until he says you can.
Freaky!yeosang who slips two fingers inside you but pulls them out just as quickly, souly because he wants to break you down into a pure begging mess.
Freaky!yeosang who gets too pent up to do anything besides plunge himself inside you without a warning, moaning when he feels you clenching around him.
Freaky!yeosang who gets so into it that his hand grips your face a little too hard with his hand while the other held your wrists above your head, but he doesn’t care in that moment. He just wants to make himself cum over and over inside you until you physically can’t take anymore.
Disclaimer: This fanfic contains a lot of mature language, sexual content, and mentions of alcohol, drugs, and mature subjects. Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.
Part 2
After the spinning teacups, your stomach growled slightly. You turned to Seonghwa, who was already dragging you to the hot dog stand. "I'm fucking hungry, y/n." He pulled out his silver AMEX card and looked over at you. "What do you want to eat?"
You hesitated and tilted your head, "What?" He immediately laughed and pointed to the menu above the concession windows. "Nachos, hot dogs, churros, and fries are all seven dollars. Drinks are five, what do you want?"
You felt a shiver creep up your spine before pausing, "I could go for a hotdog, I'm not that hungry." Immediately, he smiled and stroked your scalp, pulling you into his side. "Anything else?"
Fuck, he was so touchy tonight, and you felt your body insistently wanting you to weep.
"No, I'm okay," your voice went quiet. He nodded before ordering for the both of you. Right as you tried to step away to find a table, he grabbed your waist, "Wait, pick your drink." You felt the tears start to peek from behind your eyes. "Pepsi. I'll be right back," you smiled before rushing to the bathroom.
Seeing there was a line of people waiting, you went to a dark corner of the amusement park, starting to cry. You didn't understand it at all. Why wasn't it easy to just tell your own best friend you wanted him all to yourself? You can't just flat out and tell him you think about kissing him every single time he touches you.
As you continued to cry, muffled by rides and hidden by shadows, Seonghwa texted you.
Seonghwa: Where are you? [9:23 pm]
Looking down at your phone, you turned it back off before the tears fell again. "God, you don't understand, Seonghwa! How could you? You're my best friend!"
After a few minutes, you wiped your face and composed yourself, going back to the table where he sat with your food. He was enjoying his nachos when he looked up at you. "Are you okay? It's been seven minutes since you were gone. And why are your eyes puffy? Did you cry?"
You smiled and laughed breathlessly, shaking your head. "No, there was a line! And I kept sneezing due to my allergies." He scoffed and murmured, "if you say so. However, I don't believe it. I know my y/n, and I know she's lying to me."
You smiled and shook your head before taking a bite of your hotdog, "Nope, no lies here." Chewing your food, you zoned out, unaware he was staring at you.
He noticed the glimmer in your eyes, the way you looked a bit relieved, but still tense. And with a sudden movement, he caressed your cheek. "Y/n, are you okay? Seriously?" There went your heart again.
You nodded and finished your food before downing your soda. "I'm okay, I promise. If I had something to say, I would tell you."
He laughed and shook his head, "So you're hiding something? Normally, you'd just say yes, but that little response of yours says otherwise." Your stomach spun into knots while he grabbed your chin to make you look up at him. "Don't lie to me, y/n."
You sighed and shrugged indifferently before looking around, "Sky trams! Let's do those!" You dragged him towards the way of the ride, only to be in a line with other people. The tram went throughout the park, making it a slow and easy ride. It was high up in the air, letting you overlook the view of the park.
As you two were ushered to a tram, you sat down and let them put the guard rail on. Finally, you begain being dragged up by the tilted wires. Checking the time on your phone, you tried to calm your nerves. You know this was the moment to talk, but your anxiety wouldn't let you.
Finally, as you began drifting by the wires, you turned to look at him. He was admiring the view when you turned, and you got to sneak in a stare before sighing deeply. "You can do this, y/n," you told yourself.
Hesitating, you spoke slowly and quietly, "Seonghwa, I have to tell you something." He turned to look at you, checking your face. "Scared?" You immediately smiled and shook your head, "no! No, definitely not. It's so beautiful up here, especially since we can see the amusement park lights."
You rambled on, but he listened anyway before you noticed. "Anyway, I want to get something off my chest." You paused, gathering your words while he grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers together. "Tell me anything."
You smiled and nodded before trying again. "I've liked you for a while, and I have been wanting to tell you, but I'm just too scared to. I don't want to ruin the friendship we have just because I can't keep my eyes off you. We've been friends for three years, but I have been irrevocably in love with you for twelve fucking months."
You felt yourself tearing up, looking down at your intertwined hands. "I just think about kissing you and taking you out on dates. I think about waking up next to you, and nights we could spend together. But I feel like my mind won't slow down, and fuck..." you exhaled sharply, which sounded more like a sob.
He smiled and hugged you, hiding your face in his neck. "Oh my god, y/n. That is both the most silliest and cutest thing you have said tonight." He stroked your hair and kissed the crown of your head, resting his chin against the top. "I want you to know that you're safe, and you're okay. And if it makes you feel better..."
The air turned crisp before he laughed and shook his head. "Never mind..." Immediately you picked your head up, "that's not fair! I told you my deepest, darkest secret. It's your turn to tell me something."
He sighed and paused, and when you rolled your eyes, looking up to scold him, he kissed you. The kiss was soft, sweet, answering your demand for you. He tasted of adrenaline and a sticky cherry slush from when we ate.
As you finished freezing up, you pulled him in deeper, your lips parting before he slowly licked into your mouth, tasting the very essence of you. To him, you tasted of Cherry Pepsi, making him moan softly. His hand moved to your hair, tilting your head back as he deepened the kiss.
Suddenly, your tram turned, and you two pulled away, flushed. Catching your breath, you looked away, not wanting to look at him. Meanwhile, he was smiling, his lips buzzing from the kiss, a deeper shade of pink.
Your face was powdered pink, your lips were a flushed shade of pink, and your heart jumped around in your chest. Taking a second to mentally process everything, he tucked you into his side. "So, cotton candy, huh," He laughed, watching as the tram hit the ground. The guard rail went up, and he started to drag you to the concessions again.
To Be Continued...
Author's note:
I really hope this chapter didn't sound too, too descriptive or rushed. I also hope y/n takes advantage of tonight. Someone has to make the next move! 🙄🤔😫
Disclaimer: This fanfic will contain a lot of mature language, sexual content, and mentions of mature subjects. Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.
Part 1
You entered the amusement park after grabbing tickets, the sun had already gone down, and the screams echoed throughout the park. Looking around, you tried to figure out which ride you wanted to go on first. Behind you, your best friend of three years, Seonghwa, had wrapped his arms around your waist, "scared?"
"Tch, me? Scared?" You smiled, looking up at him over your shoulder. "I'm just... taking it in."
Seonghwa was the definition of a perfect friend, always taking you out, gifting you things, supporting you when you needed it. Today was a simple hangout, considering you two wanted to get out of the house. Now here you were, escaping the troubles of being freshly twenty-one. Your birthday was two weeks ago, and you were barely celebrating your birthday with him... again.
Dragging Seonghwa, you laughed and headed towards the first ride. It was a water ride. You'd go up the tracks, take a small turn, then crash into the water below, creating a huge splash before the tracks brought you to the entrance again.
As we waited in line, you had thoughts swirling in your head. You liked Seonghwa a lot. But you never really chose to tell him about it, let alone show it. So when he touched you, whether that'd be back hugs or playing with your hair, your heart would jump out of your chest, begging to pull towards him.
As the line shrank, he noticed you were spaced out, tugging at a strand of your silky, chocolate brown hair. "Hey, weirdo, you're drifting on me, and the ride hasn't even had us yet." He laughed and looked down at you, tilting his head. "Are you nervous about the ride? We can always get out of line and-"
"I'm fine, just preparing," you lied through your teeth before he nodded, backing off. "If you say so, y/n." Soon, you two entered a cart, picking the very front. As he put your phone in his cargo pants pocket, he looked over at you. "I'll ensure your phone doesn't get mistreated by a little water."
Smiling, you nodded and intertwined hands without even realizing it. "And I suppose I should trust you?" He immediately scoffed and laughed, "Hey, I'm being the nicest friend ever and putting your phone first. Give me that, at least."
As the ride ascended up the tracks, you overlooked the amusement park and its many lights, only for Seonghwa to pull you into his side. Shit... your heart did a small somersault. As you looked over at him, he was too busy looking at the ferris wheel, smiling.
Without a moment's hesitation, the ride plunging down and forward, a huge splash of water soaking you two. Seonghwa laughed and looked down at you, "Ah, there's that little wet rat I mentioned in line." You returned his laugh, shaking your head. "Fuck you, I do not look like a wet rat, if anything that's all you."
He smiled before helping you off the cart when the safety bar raised. Stepping onto the cement floor, you two exited together and moved to the next ride. This one was like a swing, connected to a large metal pole with chains that attached to your seats. You would buckle yourselves in, and the swings would spin out, letting you enjoy the view of the amusement park without moving too fast.
As you two entered the ride with other people, you chose to sit behind Seonghwa. As the worker went around checking to make sure everyone was safely chained in, I stayed quiet and zoned out. Seonghwa must have noticed because he spoke over his shoulder.
"Stop drifting, talk to me, hm?" He teased, reaching back to let you hold his hand. "It's kind of hard to hold hands when the chairs are spaced out," you laughed. He smiled in return before the ride started. And as you spun around the pole in the air, looking at the view, your mind raced.
"You have to tell him tonight, y/n. He won't know unless you tell him. What if he feels the same way as you? Maybe Seonghwa likes you, then you could-"
Cut off from your thoughts, Seonghwa spoke over his shoulder with a smile, "I think we should do the roller coasters next." You immediately smiled and awkwardly laughed, "Yeah, we should. Just not the scary ones."
He laughed and shrugged, "Not the scary ones. It wouldn't make sense, considering we're both scared of the sudden drops and loops." You immediately rolled your eyes and groaned, "Don't even get me started on that. We'll avoid some of them, I promise."
As the ride stopped, he unlatched himself before helping you. As he got the chains off the safety rail, he helped you up. "Let's go, y/n, I want to hit up the spinning rides." You immediately paused and looked amused, "you said coasters first. Are you chickening out now?"
Scoffing, he pouted, "No! I just want to drag out this feeling of contentment before we jumble our organs." You laughed and dragged him to the next ride. The spinning tea cups were full of laughing and screaming visitors. As you two waited in line, you caught yourself staring at his face. He was busy scouting a tea cup, trying to get the most mild one.
You admired his eyes, the ones that sparkled every single fucking time he looked at you. You admired his beautiful broad nose, his face framing brows, and finally, those pink, soft, plump lips of his. The ones you dared yourself to kiss but never acted upon. As he turned to you, you looked away instantly, trying to focus on the line.
He smiled and tucked you into his side, "Take a photo, it'll last longer, y/n." Immediately you rolled your eyes and groaned, "ugh, as if. You're not even that cute." Oh, shit.
"Cute? You called me cute," he laughed before you shook your head. "Cute is subjective. Be quiet." You walked into the platform of the ride carts as the worker opened the gate. Picking a teacup, you both sat, and you waited as he chained the small gate to the ride itself.
As the ride started to spin after a few minutes, you felt yourself getting dizzy and started laughing. "Damn, I'm already weak," you mumbled before he reached out, moving you towards him. As the ride kept spinning, he had you in his side again, tucking your head into his neck. "Just relax, I'll help you up when it's over."
Genre: revenge sex, non idol au, cheating back, smut.
{MDNI}
Summary: where you find out that your boyfriend of two years is cheating on you, but you are kind enough to return the favor.
Warnings: cheating, cheating back, making out, explicit sexual content, revenge sex (kind-off), oral f!receiving. (that's all ig)
wc- ~2k
a/n: this is the first fanfic I've written so keep that in mind please. Also, if you have any suggestions feel free to say but remember to be kind. ALSO, english is not my first language so there could be a few mistakes!
ao3
The cold wind swirls pass you, whispering in your ears as you wipe the water from your eyelashes, your clothes soaking and boots destroyed. You're probably trembling but you can't notice because of the focus you have on the scene happening a few metres away from where you are standing. The foggy windows and clear noises– moans that you can hear, even at that distance.
You saw them entering the car, saw them kissing each other and now you are seeing them fucking, in a fucking car, in the rain, in public. You need to turn around and leave but you can't move- you are frozen, the only movement being your hands twitching at your sides. From rage, not sadness, just a pure, blatant rage.
You do feel betrayed and maybe a little sad but there is a voice in your head that can't focus on anything other than the fact that your boyfriend of two years assumed you were stupid enough to not notice. And he was right, to an extent at least. It wasn't like there weren't any signs, but you ignored them, where you thought yourself silly for thinking those thoughts, not because you were stupid, but because you trusted him.
But now you need to move, the rain is getting harsher and you have started trembling from the cold, you need to get home.
It's been a few hours since you arrived home but your boyfrie– ex-boyfriend is not here yet. You have been waiting patiently for him to come home so that you can peacefully break-up with him and kick him out, that you were excited about. But sitting here alone was making you more angry, the rationality slowly leaving your body and being consumed by the familiar unadulterated rage. No. You are not going to be "nice".
You need to do something. You just need to think.
Think.
Something.
Someone.
Yes. You need to return the favor before leaving.
And to your absolute delight, his parents had given him a sibling. A brother.
His sweet younger brother, Jongho, who talks to him almost everyday, always asks for his advice and looks up to him.
He is perfect.
Parked a few yards from his driveway. You check yourself in a mirror, you look perfect for this, eyes red and puffy from "crying", mascara running down your face and best of all you are sniffling, standing in the rain actually paid off. Getting off your car, you don't hesitate walking upto his door. Sniffling a few times before ringing the bell. You stand there waiting for a few seconds before ringing the bell again, a few moments later you can hear some movement behind the door and soon he opens the door.
Its late and Jongho looks sleepy, rubbing the back of his palm over his eyes. It takes him a few moments to register the scene in front him, and there is shock and concern on his face, his eyebrows twitching and eyes widening. "Oh, oh my god. What happened y/n? Is everything thing alright? Are you okay? Is Hongjoong okay? Tell me-" his ramblings are cut short when you start "sobbing", your shoulders shaking and hands trembling, oh you should be awarded on how good of an actress you are. Jongho looks so concerned. How sweet. How naive. Such a sweetheart.
Its been fifteen minutes since Jongho invited you in, he is sitting beside you on the couch, rubbing your back. "You know it's okay y/n, you can tell me? Is everything alright? Please tell me, you are scaring me right now." Jongho pleads. But you have to give it a few more minutes, because you are oh so heartbroken that you can not speak. This is how it goes, right? When people are betrayed? Maybe, maybe not? But it's working and that is all you can care about.
You open your mouth speak but close it instantly, how tragic. But you need to speed it up now, so you grab his collar and say, or more likely sob out– "am I not worthy of loyalty, of love?" hearing that, he goes completely still, and his expressions drop.
"What? No this can't be right. I mean, I'm saying you are worth it all y/n bu-but Hongjoong. Hongjoong wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t. Right.?" He rambles on. You can see it on his face, the denial that his loving and perfect brother would ever do something like that. "But he did Jongho. He did." You sob out. "I- I saw them."
His expressions changes. Eyebrows dropping and lips parting, he somehow looks more betrayed than you are. Perfect.
"Tell me Jongho, why did he do it? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not pretty? Not attractive? Do I not deserve lov-"
"Stop y/n, if Hongjoong cheated on you then you know he is the biggest fool on earth. You know you are worth all that and more." He consoles you. But you are not here for consolation.
Hunching your shoulders, you grab his collar with both hands. "Am I?" You look up at him, he looks scared, not of you but the circumstance, even he can see where you are going. "Say it. Say the truth. I already know. Tell me Jongho" he looks down, at your face, directly into your eyes. He brings his hand towards your cheek hesitatant to touch, but you lean towards him, making him grab your cheek. "You know it isn't the truth." He whispers.
Oh this is the moment.
Now it's your turn to grab his face, "show me." You whisper back. His eyes drop further down, towards your lips but he says, " you know that I can't." How modest.
"I need it Jongho, need to feel that I deserve something. I just need to. Please Jongho." You plead. "Y/n, I don't want to take adavantage of your vulnerability. Please. You need to think-" you cut him off by placing your lips on his, humming when tasting the minty taste of his lips. He freezes, only for a few moments before kissing you back, his one hand moving towards your back pulling you towards him and the other to your hair. You wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him down towards your lips. He opens his mouth and lets out a sigh, but you use this opportunity to push your tongue between his lips, making him whimper, and deepening the kiss.
After a few moments, he pulls back breathing heavily from the kiss you two just shared. "You know y/n that we shouldn't do this." He says. "Why?" You whisper pulling him back towards your face, "why jongho?". He replies by kissing you again, pulling you on his lap, his muscular thighs beneath you, slowly, his lips moves away from your face towards your jaw, where he starts leaving open mouth kisses. His hands starts roaming around your body tracing your waist and grabbing handfuls of your ass. "Mhmm~" he sighs loudly.
The switch in his demeanor turning you on. His kisses trail down to your neck where he starts leaving soft bites, earning soft whimpers from you in return. He looks up at you and tugs at your shirt, "can I?" he softly asks. "Please" is all you can return.
He swiftly removes your shirt and starts leaving more sloppy open mouthed kisses all over your abdomen, one of his hands reaches up and cups on your breast over your bra, kneading it softly. He moves up, kissing your lips again. But unlike the last time, his kiss is now desperate and messy, drool dripping from between your lips. Your hands roam freely all over his body, but you stop at the waistbands of his sweats, pulling the drawstring towards you, you look up at him and give him a weak smile. But he grabs your hand and moves it away, "no, not now. Just let me make you feel good, its not about me" he says and starts to get up from the couch.
For a moment, you are confused but then you see him kneeling down and grabbing your knees. "Let me taste you, baby. I promise that I'll make it good." he borderline begs you, and who are you deny him the pleasure? You nod looking down at him, his hair messed up from your hands and lips swollen and the tip of his ears are pink. Cute.
He starts unbuttoning your pants, his movements swift but soft. He pulls down your pants along with your underwear, stopping them just below your knees and start kissing your knees, moving up to thighs making you sigh deeply. He stops at your inner thighs leaving sloppy kisses and bites all over, taking his sweet time teasing you, "Jongho-" you whine his name, "please".
"Mhm?" he replies, "what baby? You want me to make you feel good? Taste you? Hmm? Juat say the word." "yes-" you whimper. That makes him move towards your cunt, his eyes trained on it, "you're so pretty baby you know that right, how did hongjoong not see it? He is stupid, but dont worry, I'm here, you'll feel so good darling, I promise." He states.
He inches closer to your heat, and presses his nose at your clit, earning a borderline pornographic moan from you. Smirkink slightly, he gives a big open mouth kiss to your clit, moving down towards your entrance, he starts eating you out, literary, starts sucking alternatively on your clit and folds, his soft tongue making you feel lightheaded, and his nose rubbing on your clit making you moan out his name. "Jongho- Aah your nose-, so, aargh-, so so good" you moan loudly, your noises and taste making him lose all his senses, only leaving behind the feelling of your taste and smell. He to starts shake his head, lost in you.
Suddenly you remember why you're here, looking down at Jongho, you see the perfect opportunity, quietly, you grab your phone from your side and click a photo. Quickly you close the camera and toss your phone to the side. Letting yourself indulge in the pleasure.
You grab his hair and pull him towards you, making him moan. His voice sending shivers down your spine. Slowly he moves up and starts circling your clit with his tongue, using his fingers to tease your opening. He laps his tongue on your clit, alternatively teasing it with his teeth, his actions slowly moving you towards your orgasm.
Your legs start trembling, noticing that, Jongho puts one of your knees above his shoulder, the new angle giving him better access. He starts shaking his head faster, desperate to make you feel good, and pulls you towards him. The pleasure instantly increases making you writhe underneath his grasp but he holds you firmly, not letting you run from the pleasure.
You moan and whimper his name, throwing your head back in pure pleasure, you feel yourself reaching your high, Jongho's never stopping tongue making you shudder. Your whole body shakes as you cum, but he doesn't stop, he keeps the pleasure going until your orgasm is complete.
He moves away from your heat, and rests his head on your thigh, looking up at your flushed up face, he smiles and asks- "was that alright?"
Oh, such a sweetheart!
"Yes Jongho, obviously it was. It was awesome." you breath out, voice a little hoarse from moaning, and the hours you spend in the rain.
"Better than him?"
His question makes you raise your your eyebrows, but you only chuckle in return.
He slowly stands up and starts moving towards the kitchen. "I'll get you some water." But you don't need that. You got what you need. Your work is done here.
As soon as he is out of your sight, you quickly stand, button up your pants, put on you shirt, grab your phone and run towards the door, you really don't have time for goodbyes, not with him atleast.
Sitting in your car, you send the picture you clicked earlier to hongjoong and put your phone to silent. Driving off to stay the night at your best friends house.
Tomorrow you'll be single but today you can enjoy the drama that comes with betrayel.
🎤︎︎ wooyoung x fem!reader | college au, mini-series, part 8/?
🎤︎︎ 18+ | 7.2k words | reader is the host of a sex podcast, wooyoung is a frat boy whore, yunho is an angel sent from god above
IT’S BEEN WEEKS SINCE YOU’VE woken up beside someone else. Maybe even longer, the last time you slept at Yeonjun’s you didn’t even wake up beside him, you woke up alone in a cold bed that wasn’t your own. You forgot how much you missed it, the warmth of having a man beside you, skin touching yours that wasn’t purposeful, instead unconscious, like even in his sleep he wanted to be close to you. Couldn’t stand being far.
Ease washes over you at the sight. Head turned to the side, hair like white gold sprawled across his forehead, the pearly expanse of his chest rising and lowering softly, steadily. So peaceful, so fulfilling, your heart beats with happiness. A couple weeks ago you couldn’t imagine a life without Yeonjun. Yesterday morning you questioned everything you knew about yourself. But this morning, right now, sunlight seeping in through the cracks of your blinds, streaks of gold warming your skin, something inside you feels settled.
“Stop staring, creeper,” he mumbles, without even cracking an eye open. Your smile is immediate, silly and widespread and involuntary. Nestled in the crook of his elbow, your arms bent up between your front and his side, you wonder if you slept like this all night. If you were so comfortable, so sated, you didn’t move at all.
“But you’re so pretty,” your voice is dreamy, airy with every single shred of joy warming your skin. “I should be allowed to stare.”
His smile forms before his head turns toward you, blinking his eyes open, his other arm coming up to run his long fingers through his hair. “Fine, you’re allowed,” his morning timbre is rough, ragged, and it reminds you of every groan and grunt he uttered last night. “But only if I get to stare back.”
“Not at the same time, weirdo,” you laugh, turning your head, hiding from his eyes by digging your face into his strong, soft bicep. He turns, his other arm wrapping around you, planting a kiss to the top of your head.
You both lay there for what should have been an hour in silence, taking in the feeling of one another, the slow quiet of morning. It’s a Saturday, and you picked up someone’s shift tonight, so you revel in the peace, the stillness, the smell of his skin, refusing to think about what the day will look like, anything outside of what it feels like to be in his arms.
Until he yawns, his body stretching over you, legs and arms extending to the length of your bed, vertically and horizontally. You moan, “No, don’t go. Stretching means you’re getting up.”
He huffs a noise of amusement in the wake of his yawn, “We can’t lay here forever.”
“Yes we can,” you argue, peeking up at him over your brows. His eyes are closed, head tilted, chest on display again. Your fingers move without your mind telling them to, tracing over his skin, his torso, his collarbones.
His hand closes over yours, sitting as one on the center of his chest. “Let’s get breakfast.”
“If you want to,” you mumble, words embodying a pout.
“Do you want to?” he asks, looking down at you again. “We can make breakfast here, if you’d rather do that.”
You nod, not quite ready to face the rest of the world yet. You want to stay in your perfect, comfortable bubble, away from eyes and questions and thoughts. You don’t want to think at all. Yunho turns again, making a show of tucking your body into his chest, his strong arm wrapping around your back, pulling you into him. You laugh, especially when he throws his leg over yours, like he’s cocooning you, hiding you with his own bare body.
“I can’t breathe,” you try, muffled by his skin against your mouth, laughter that’s still pouring out of you.
You can hear his grin, “Too bad, conserve your air.” Your tongue peeks out from between your lips, licking a swipe along his chest that really just ends up wetting your chin because he squeezes you harder. “Did you think that’d make me let you go? Spit?”
“Yunho,” you laugh, disguised as a whine. “Please?”
He sighs, “Since you asked so nicely.” He loosens his grip, letting you come up for air, his grin stupid as you suck down a breath.
“You tried to kill me,” you point your gaze. “That’s fucked up. I thought you liked me.”
“I do like you,” he answers simply. “So much that I just had cuteness aggression. Is it fucked up now?”
“Kinda,” you murmur, voice tiny. “What do you like to eat for breakfast? I’m not a great cook but I can definitely try.”
“Cooking is, like, one of my only four skills.” He steals his arm from beneath your head, sliding it under his own, elbow propped up on the mattress. “Let me cook for you.”
Your brows furrow at the argument. “But we’re at my apartment.”
“So?” he asks, his own blonde brows furrowing.
You don’t really have an argument, so instead you ask, “What are the other three?”
“I can fix shit, I’m a good talker, and I’m a pretty good fuck.” You blink at him for a second before erupting into laughter. His smile grows, “What? They’re all true, no?”
“I’ll call you when I need shelves built,” you start, still giggling. “Then you can stay to fuck me.”
“Don’t forget talking,” he raises a finger between you. “I’m a good mediator, too.”
“So you break up fights in your frat house?”
“We don’t fight,” Yunho answers, certainly. “But if we did, I’d be there making them hug it out.”
“You’re stupid,” you shake your head, still smiling. “Go cook for me.”
“No please?” His brows raise. “We need to work on your manners, sunshine.”
You put an amused emphasis into your following, “Please.” Then you ask, “Sunshine?”
“That’s you.” He rolls away from you, pulling the sheets off, standing beside your bed in all his naked glory. You stare, watching the muscles in his body flex, his back, his arms, his thighs. And between his legs… just as damning in the daytime. Like he can feel your eyes, the corner of his lips tug upward, “Ah, now I see why you didn’t want me to get up.”
“No,” you quickly argue, tugging the sheets back up to cover your body, cheeks suddenly flaming. “I’m just… appreciating.” He laughs as he tugs his sweatpants up his legs, then looks around your bedroom floor, clearly on the hunt for his shirt. “In the living room.”
“Right,” he nods, lips pursing together before he leaves your bedroom. Just like that.
You sigh, turning to lay on your back, staring up at your ceiling. You feel like you haven’t given yourself any time to just be. You had two weeks to mourn Yeonjun, but just two nights ago you were close to yet another heartbreak, this time with yourself. You don’t know who you are anymore, what you want, what you need. Your eyes slide to your open bedroom door, listening to the footsteps in your kitchen, the man who’s already made himself at home. Maybe he’ll know.
You push yourself up off your bed, having to actually go through your drawers for a tee and shorts instead of picking something up from the floor. You ignore him by running to the bathroom, fixing yourself up a bit before meeting him back in the kitchen where he was actually cooking with ingredients and pans and spices you didn’t even know you had.
“Oh,” you mutter in surprise, taking in your full countertops. “You weren’t kidding.”
If he forgot or got sidetracked, you weren’t sure, but his sweats hang low, still shirtless, showing off his torso that makes your thighs twitch without consent. So tall and sculpted, a dream, and he’s cooking for you. For you.
“I’m serious about my skills,” he points toward you with a spatula, making you smile. “Not a jack of all trades, but a master of four.”
“Then I’m in luck,” you say over your shoulder, opening up your fridge, pulling out a pitcher of iced coffee and creamer. “I’ll never have to pay to get anything fixed ever again.”
The pan he’s digging the spatula into sizzles as you grab ice from the freezer. “That’s all you’re excited about? Not my cooking or my conversation?”
“I think you’re forgetting one,” you muse as he reaches for eggs beside you on the counter while you stuff the ice into a glass, then pour the coffee, then the creamer.
He comes up behind you, hands on your hips, and presses a kiss to your cheek. “I didn't forget,” he whispers into your ear, lips grazing cartilage, making you shiver. “That’s the payment for the cooking, the talking, the fixing.”
Your neck cranes, fingers closing around the glass of coffee on your counter, breath catching as flames erupt beneath your skin. His hand slides up into your hair, moving it off your neck that’s now exposed to him, and he leans in, softly pressing his lips to your jugular.
“Yunho,” you sigh, like his name itself was a sound of pleasure. “You’re— the stove is on.”
“Payment in advance,” he says against your skin, lips moving downward makes your head tip back, arching as his hands slide up your torso, under your shirt.
You hiss at the sharp throb between your legs from only his lips on your neck. He fucked you twice last night, leaving your body exhausted, spent; like sleep reset you, you’re ready to do it all over again.
You turn abruptly, hands flying to the sides of his head to pull him to your lips, kissing him roughly, eagerly. He smiles into you, “That what you want?”
“Yeah,” you barely say the word, needing more, needing his lips, his hands, you need everything all over again.
He bends, lifting you from under your thighs to sit you on the counter, you waste no time wrapping your legs around him, knotting your fingers in his roots.
The sizzling on the stove gets louder, you don’t care. His tongue slips between your lips, hands under your shirt, grabbing at your chest, sliding around to your back, fingertips pressing into your skin. You moan softly into his mouth, pressing your hips into the counter, body begging for friction.
The front door swings open and you only hear it because of Yunjin’s laughter, sweet and bubbly. You whip your head around to see her stumble inside, San on her heel.
You jump down from the counter in a panic, accidentally nudging Yunho out of the way as you turn to face the front door, skin bursting into flames as you look at the two who now notice you’re in the same room, and that they broke you up.
“Morning,” San says with a smirk. “Sorry to interrupt.”
Yunjin looks like she’s trying incredibly hard to fight her grin. “I’m only here to shower,” she says coolly, eyes bouncing back and forth between you and Yunho as she throws her bag on the couch. “I need to wash the Penny and San off my body.”
San’s brows furrow. “You need to wash me off your body? We’re only here so you can use your own body wash before you get me on your body again.”
She whacks him in the chest. “Shut up, go to my room and wait.”
He shakes his head, redirecting his attention to Yunho. “You see how she talks to me?”
Yunho wears a small grin, one that doesn’t reach his eyes. “That’s how you like to be spoken to.”
“Is something burning?” Yunjin turns back around, halfway to the bathroom already, and turning your attention to the stove you jump into action at the realization that the one, singular egg on the pan is burning.
You curse under your breath, moving the pan to the other burner, shutting off the stove. San giggles where he stands, “So busy you forgot you were cooking?”
“My room,” Yunjin orders from the entrance to the bathroom, pointing to her bedroom. San’s arms raise in defense, quickly backing into her bedroom and closing the door behind him.
She closes the door to the bathroom, leaving you and Yunho alone with more space between you, and it’s not all physical.
“You panicked,” he points out. Your heart is beating out of your fucking chest, adrenaline, panic and arousal making your knees feel weak, your gut confused.
“We almost burnt down the apartment.” You both know he isn’t talking about the egg.
“Is it because someone saw us, or was it because someone saw us?” He asks bluntly, cutting right to the chase.
“I just…” your hands find your hips, words caught in your throat. “I just got out of a long-term relationship, Yunho. I feel like it’s a little soon to be moving on.”
“You think San is gonna judge you?” He leans his hip into the counter, one palm flat against the laminate, arm bent. “I know you aren’t nervous about Yunjin seeing you.”
“No,” you shake your head quickly. “I’m not nervous about being judged, I’m just—”
“You don’t want anyone to think we’re together,” he finishes your sentence for you, words you were too scared to say, anyhow. “We’re not dating, we don’t even have to be exclusive if you don’t want to be.”
“If we're sleeping together, I want to be exclusive.” You at least know that for sure.
“Okay,” he answers so quickly it makes you blink. “Then I’m only sleeping with you.”
Your palm finds your forehead, your other arm gripping the counter behind you. “That doesn’t sound right, either.”
“I’m not calling the shots, sunshine,” his head tilts, imploring you. “That’s all you.”
You shift on your feet, lips scrunching to the side. You don’t know what you want. You don’t trust what you want. Not yet.
Yunho sighs, pushing himself off the counter, taking two steps forward until he reaches you. His hands find your cheeks, leaning down to press his lips to the top of your head.
“I’m not your boyfriend, but I’m not sleeping with anyone else. We can leave it at that.” He pulls away, using his hands on your cheeks to make you look at him. “That’s okay, and you’re allowed to want that. You deserve simplicity right now.”
You nod, swallowing. “You’re okay with that?”
He grins. “I told you I like you, and I’m patient.”
His eyes are so clear, so fucking earnest you believe him.
“Have you ever formed a routine in your life so fucking mundane that you’re just bored with it all? Your morning routine, classes, hanging out with your friends, partying… none of it feels like doing things anymore, it just feels like marking shit off a checklist. I think you guys could tell I was starting to feel that way with my ex bo— situationship. It all felt boring. I was bored.”
“But I think in my weeks of being fully single, I started to learn that I wasn’t bored, the relationship had just ended a long time before it blew up in my face. I wasn’t bored, I was grieving, mourning because I was single, yet somehow still tied down. Now, I’ve come to learn that it’s really easy to confuse boredom with comfort, and being comfortable isn’t really that fucking boring at all.”
You smile as Yunho crosses your mind, the past week you’ve spent together after giving your relationship a no-label label. You think you’ve seen him more than Yunjin, and you’re settling into that state of comfort, letting yourself breathe around him. You can feel your insides, what was a mess of weeds a week ago, slowly untangle themselves into something relaxed, open.
“They seem almost identical, right? Routine, predictability, knowing exactly what comes next, no anticipation or second-guessing. People use the word comfort with a bad connotation– like, if someone asked you, ‘why’d you break up?’ and you answered, ‘they got too comfortable’. Everyone seems to understand, but what the fuck does that even mean? Isn’t that what we should want? To be fully, absolutely comfortable with the person we love? Boredom is stagnation, to be without growth. Comfort is just… being yourself around someone, because you feel safe enough to be.”
“You can confuse a lot of things with boredom, when it’s really not boredom at all. Relationships don’t always end with a huge, massive blow up. Sometimes they die way before the eruption starts, sometimes they die while you’re still saying I love you every morning and every night. In that time, while the relationship isn’t breathing or bleeding or functioning at all anymore, that feeling… It feels like boredom. Existing in the same space, kissing, having sex, you don’t even realize you’re in mourning, moping over a loss that hasn’t technically happened yet. You’re lonely, even when you’re sitting beside someone who you think you love, who maybe you do still love.”
You sigh, frowning at your microphone.
“Comfort is… comfort is safety. It’s being able to laugh around someone when they said something stupid, and not being nervous that you’re too loud, or that it’s annoying. Comfort is wearing the same shirt you wore to bed two nights in a row, and not being scared that he’ll think you’re gross for it. Comfort is making a certain… noise during sex, and giggling about it because it’s funny. I still laugh, and if you don’t then you’re not fucking the right people. Comfort is safety to me, it’s stability, it’s laughing and enjoying company and finishing an entire pizza together because neither of you give a fuck.”
You’re smiling again, Yunho on your mind.
“Two episodes ago, I talked about not being able to open up to anyone again emotionally. And I even said on the episode that the feeling doesn’t last forever, that eventually, you’ll want to open back up. It might be quick, but it’s fucking easy to when the other person makes you comfortable. Makes you feel safe enough to be yourself and not apologize for it.”
“Sorry I got deep for a second, I just… I’m reflecting on it a lot these days. And– ah!”
You scream as Yunjin pushes your door open, a pitched, blood-curling fucking scream. Then she screams too, jumping back a full step, nails clawing onto your door like she might scratch her way through it.
You slam your laptop shut, ripping your headphones off your ears. “What the fuck are you doing here!?”
“I skipped class!” she yells back, full of terror, then her eyes move to your bed. The mic, the headphones, your laptop slammed shut. You feel like you might throw up. She looks back at you, “Do I even want to know?”
“I sing,” you blurt. “I’m a singer. I sing. For fun. And post it on Soundcloud.”
She stares for a second, body uncurling from where it was bent up in fear, and then she laughs. Full-belly, clutching her fucking abdomen, bent over laughter. You still feel vomit clawing its way up your throat.
“You–” she laughs again, snorting. “I’m gonna fucking piss myself.”
“Why is that funny?” You gather your mic, your headphones, your laptop, shoving them all beneath your comforter. “Get out of my room, Jen. Your Friday classes are my time.”
Her knees are pinned together, upper half bent over, hand over her crotch, still laughing. “I’m sorry,” she tries to stand, breathless, laughter still pushing on her lips. “The idea of you– oh my god, I need to go pee before I piss on your floor.”
Quickly, you shove your equipment into your closet as she sprints for the bathroom. You take a deep, grounding breath, forcing the lie to spin in your head. You’re a singer. You sing ballads and post them to Soundcloud under an alias so no one will ever find you. You can still hear her fucking laughing in the bathroom.
You run out to the hallway, yelling, “You laughing at me is not gonna help my fucking dreams come true, Jennifer!”
“I’m sorry!” she shouts from behind the closed bathroom door. “I cannot imagine it. I’ve heard you sing in the car and that shit is ass!”
You make a show of gasping like she pierced your heart. “I wasn’t trying in the car!” She just laughs harder. “It’s not that fucking funny!”
There’s only crickets until she pulls the bathroom door open again. Her face is stoic, expressionless. “I’m sorry,” she starts, and you can tell she’s using all the strength in her body to keep herself from laughing. “I support you in all your endeavors, and I think you’re an incredible singer. Please, bless my ears by letting me listen to a song.”
“Never,” you cross your arms in the doorway. “You don’t deserve to listen to my music.”
“You’re serious,” she leans into the doorframe of the bathroom, like you’re having a stand-off from one side of the hallway to the other. “Like, actually. You deadass sit in your room and sing into a microphone and post it to Soundcloud.”
“Yes,” you tilt your head, sounding assured. “I do. And I have listeners. Monthly ones.”
Her lips start quivering before she snorts. “I’m sorry,” she turns her head so you can’t see her, releasing her laughter in tiny before turning back around, clearing her throat. “You must be very talented, then. Please let me listen to a song.”
Using her same, sophisticated tone, you respond, “Absolutely not.”
“Okay, I won’t laugh anymore. Seriously,” she stands up straight, arms flat at her sides. “Please let me listen.”
“Fuck no.”
“Please,” she begs, crossing the hallway. You quickly back up into your room, closing the door. “Please, please, please.”
“No!” you shout through the door, locking it just before she jiggles the handle. “Don’t try to come in here, you basically just crushed all my hopes and dreams. You’re in time-out.”
She giggles from the other side of the door, then stops abruptly. “I’m sorry! Please let me listen? I swear I won’t laugh. I’ll support you, I’ll even post the link to my story.”
“No!” You shout again, from your bed now. On your back, phone in hand, you cross your legs, scrolling through your texts, opening the thread with Yunho.
yunho: r u busy
yunho: come over
yunho: i have like 3 assignments i need ur brain
“Please! Please, please, please–”
“Stop begging!” you shout, typing back.
you: my brain?? my big smart journalism brain?????
yunho: yes
yunho: ill eat u out
you: omw
“I’ll do anything,” she bangs on your door like she’s in a melodramatic musical. “I’ll cut off a limb… I’ll give you my firstborn… Please let me.”
“I’m going to Yunho’s!” you shout, already jumping off your bed to put a bag together. Clothes to sleep in, a hairbrush, your makeup, your laptop, you have assignments you need to finish, too.
There’s such a long period of time before Yunjin answers you think she might’ve finally given up. “I’m coming too!” she says excitedly from the other side, you can hear her smile. “San just said I can.”
Sighing, you reach for the doorhandle, unlocking it before pulling it open. She’s pouting, glossy lips bent, brows upturned, holding her phone open in her hand. “Please?”
“If you say anything about Soundcloud in front of any of them, I’ll kill you.”
“Then let me listen to a song before we go.” Your brows raise. “I won’t, I wouldn’t dare. You know that.”
You smile, satisfied. “Get ready, I’ll drive.”
After packing your toothbrush, you throw your bag and your purse over your shoulder, filling up your water before waiting for Yunjin by the door. She meets you just minutes later without a bag, without anything. You pop a brow.
“If you’re staying at their house, I’ll bring him back here.”
“Ah,” your head tips back, tugging on your front door, locking it behind Yunjin.
“You know, I could actually see you being a singer,” she says nonchalantly, walking beside you down the main staircase of your building. “Your talking voice is nice, I bet your singing voice is nice, too.”
“Jen,” you basically groan. “Just drop it already, please.”
“Let me be your number one fan,” she frowns, reaching the bottom step before you. “I feel weird about there being a part of your life I don’t know about.”
“Well, you laughed,” you make a face that says sucks to be you. “If you didn’t piss yourself, maybe I would have shown you.”
“I only peed a little!” she argues from behind you, standing her ground before following you to your car. “It just caught me off guard. You don’t seem like a singer, and it’s weird to me that you live this secret, double-singer-life.”
You sigh again, opening your car door, turning over the engine. “Drop it, Jen.”
“You seriously won’t show me?” she asks from the passenger seat, clicking her seatbelt into place. The emotion in her voice, the disappointment… You swallow down your guilt as you plug your phone in.
“I’ll show you when I’m ready,” you give her a small, comforting smile. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she nods, her answering grin not fully convincing. “I’m sorry I laughed.”
You press play on your phone and turn the volume up.
“That’s you!” you hear San scream from the living room. “Drink, Yeo. You have to fucking drink!”
“Yun, these are still all questions he can answer with yes or no,” you sigh, pushing his laptop back toward him.
The dining room isn’t the most ideal place to do assignments. When there’s parties, this room is always full of people sitting around the table, passing around a bong, laughing, talking. It’s always full, just like the house is. What you didn’t realize is that even when there is no party, there’s still a party. Five frat guys and Jen sit in the living room playing god knows what while you sit with Yunho in the dining room, trying to help him with his final assignment you’ve gotten nowhere with in the hour that you’ve been here.
“I don’t even know what to ask anymore, I know all these answers already,” Yunho frowns, his blonde hair pushed back in a headband, his bottom lip red and swollen from how many times he’s bitten it. “Do you know how hard it is to come up with interview questions for Mingi when I already know everything about him?”
“Then why’d you choose him?” you ask, a grin warming your cheeks.
“Because I thought he would be the easiest,” Yunho mumbles, leaning his cheek into his open palm.
“I think the point is literally the opposite,” you try to hide your smile as you say it. “Aren’t these things usually supposed to be about someone you don’t know?”
His lips flatten, gaze falling to the table. “Yes.”
“Can you guys stop being losers and come play with us?” Mingi peeks his head into the dining room, his short, black hair unstyled, choppy over his forehead. “Yeosang is drunk and it’s kinda funny.”
“We’re almost done,” you respond with an affirming nod, even though you haven’t started your own assignment nor have you finished Unscripted for this week. You know you can’t do that here, though.
Mingi’s top lip lifts as he quietly mutters under his breath, “Losers.”
You turn to Yunho who’s staring at you with puppy dog eyes. You immediately laugh, “Oh, you cannot be serious. You asked me to come over here to help.”
“Can’t you just think of questions and I’ll write them down?” he asks, his pout deepening, the sparkle in his eye growing brighter. “I’ll eat you out so good, I swear.”
“You said you’d give me head if I helped,” your brows raise, leaning back into the creaky, wooden dining room chair. “Not if I did your work for you. That costs more.”
You think in the past week, you’ve gotten more head than you have in your twenty-one years of life. Not a complaint.
“Like… eating you out twice?” His voice is playful, teasing, his grin just as much. “Or did you mean fucking you stupid?”
You pretend to think on it, tapping your cheek with your index finger, eyes on the ceiling. “That could definitely be part of the payment.”
“Part?” his brows raise, still playful. “There’s more?”
“I want…” You lean in, whispering, “A new Gojo figure.”
He laughs from his chest, body sinking back into the chair. “Unserious.”
“Unserious?” you reiterate, brows in your hairline, “I’m completely serious, Jeong Yunho. The Dtalon Studios one. The freaky one.”
His face falls, blinking at you as the cogs turn in his mind, no doubt coming to the realization of which figure. “First of all, that figure is like, four hundred bucks. Two grand resold.” You nod. “For an interview assignment?” You nod again. “You’ve gotta be drunk.”
“Stone cold sober, baby.”
“The one where you can take his clothes off and he’s naked as fuck under? The mirror selfie one?”
With a breathy little giggle, you nod, “Yes, sir.”
He runs his hands over his face before facing his laptop again. “There’s gotta be things that I don’t know about Mingi.”
You giggle again, throwing your legs over his lap from your chair. “Interesting that you know so much about that specific figure.”
He doesn’t look up from his laptop screen as he says, “I went down a rabbit hole, don’t even ask.”
So you don’t. You lean into the chair, and watch him as he types, backspaces, and types again. So focused, jaw set, bottom lip caught between his teeth, brows furrowed unconsciously. So pretty, even when he’s doing nothing. It's unfair.
“Okay,” he leans back, and turns to you, presenting. “What’s your biggest goal after college?”
You hum, lips scrunching. You bend your knees, pressing your toes into his thigh, reworking his question in your mind. “What’s one thing you hope people will remember you by after college?”
In a split, Yunho answers, “His two-second shotgun record. He’s undefeated.”
Your jaw drops. “Are you serious? Why do you know that?”
“Because that’s his pride and joy,” Yunho shrugs. “If you ask him, that’s what he’ll say.”
“Mingi!” you shout, craning your head backward. When he calls back from the living room, you tell him to come into the dining room. When his thick thighs enter the room before he does, you ask, “What’s one thing you hope people will remember you by after you graduate?”
“My shotgun record,” he answers, right off the bat. “Did you know it’s two seconds?”
“Oh… my god,” you answer in complete disbelief, turning to Yunho. “Do you share one brain cell?”
Yunho laughs, standing, reaching forward to clasp Mingi’s hand, dapping him up. “Good shit.”
Mingi’s grinning, but he doesn’t ask why, or what it’s for. He just leaves. He doesn’t even care. You think you might lose your mind if you stay down here any longer.
“Guys,” Yeosang enters right behind him, like Mingi passed the baton in the hallway between the two rooms. His blonde hair is more sandy than Yunho’s, longer, curling around his ears, the gray tee on his torso darkened with liquor, his sweatpants baggy. “Come play with us. Please? Pretty please? San keeps making me drink.”
He’s hammered. You cover your mouth with your palm as you laugh, Yunho outright snorting from beside you. Yeosang sighs, laying his palms on the table, his head dipping low between his shoulders. “Please,” he begs, sounding desperate. “I need someone to tell him no. Hongjoong won’t save me anymore ‘cuz he’s winning.”
“What are you playing?” you ask, curious now.
“We were playing Uno,” he stands again, running his hands through his hair, holding the strands taut at his crown. “Now we’re playing Never Have I Ever, and I’ve done a lot of things.”
You can’t hold back your snort this time. Yeosang whines, “Please, I need you both. I need someone else who has done things other than San and Yunjin, Yunho, please.”
“This isn’t due until next week,” Yunho almost whispers, leaning closer to you. “I can spare an hour.”
“Never Have I Ever at our grown age?” You pop a brow. He shrugs. You sigh. “Okay.”
You grab drinks from the fridge before making your way out to the living room where Yunjin, San, Mingi, Hongjoong, Jongho, and Yeosang are already sitting on the couch. Everyone sits like they have their own space, San on the very end, Yunjin halfway in his lap. Mingi sits beside him, with a space between him and Hongjoong who sits beside Jongho, then Yeosang. You assume the space is for Yunho, who instead sits with you on the opposite side. You wonder where Seonghwa is, the last one you assume is out getting sucked and fucked.
On the coffee table are several, several empty bottles of beer, a tall, half-drank handle of vodka, and about fourteen empty, plastic shot glasses. You take a breath at the sight, and wonder if you’ll come out of the other end of this as sober as you started.
“Are we starting a new round?” Hongjoong asks as soon as you sit down, criss-cross applesauce on the couch, both hands holding onto the beer resting on the couch between his legs. “‘Cuz I was winning the last one, and I’m gonna be pissed if we start a new one and I lose.”
“How do you even win at Never Have I Ever?” Yunjin asks, her ass in the pocket between San’s lap and the armrest, a seltzer in her hands. Her legs over his lap, San just looks happy to be there, resting his arms over her legs, a beer in one hand.
“Not having all your fingers down, obviously,” Hongjoong answers quickly. “How are you just asking this now? We’ve played three rounds already.”
“So you just win if you’re a virgin?” Mingi asks, and suddenly everyone’s eyes besides Yunjin land on you.
Your cheeks flush. “I’m not a virgin.”
Yunho raises his hand, “Can confirm.”
Yunjin giggles loudly from the end of the couch, “Nice.”
“I’m not a virgin either, hello,” Hongjoong interrupts. “You all just ask stupid questions ‘cuz you’re drunk.”
“My questions aren’t stupid,” Jongho sounds offended, brown brows scrunching over his eyes. He’s lying sideways, propped up on his elbow, his knees bent so he doesn’t kick Hongjoong. He points to the older man with his half-drank beer, “I literally said never have I ever farted in front of a girl. That’s a solid question.”
Your lips tighten, trying not to laugh. Hongjoong nods, “Another reason why I was winning.”
“Okay, but that’s unfair,” San throws an arm in Jongho’s direction. “I eat a lot of protein, it’s not my fault.”
You find yourself looking at Yunho, “Would you have put a finger down?”
He’s smiling as he asks, “Do you really want the answer to that question?”
“I can live without knowing,” you mutter as you turn to the rest of the group, bringing your seltzer up to your lips. It’s a mild flavor, more bubbles than anything, but you think you might need the alcohol if you’re going to participate.
Yunjin clears her throat, “Never have I ever… been to a strip club.”
San, Mingi, and Yunho put their fingers down. You can only assume they went together. Yunjin kicks at San’s legs, and he shrugs, “It was Wooyoung’s idea.”
That makes sense. Yeosang stands, “Drink! You’re supposed to fucking drink!”
“No, you’re supposed to put a finger down,” Hongjoong reminds him, his voice steady. “You keep letting San bully you into drinking.”
You pout, bottom lip folding over. Leaning into Yunho, you whisper, “No one should bully Yeosang into anything, he’s too sweet.”
“He’s allowing it,” Yunho whispers back before sipping his beer. “He’s not stupid. He wouldn’t be drunk if he didn’t want to be, but you and Yunjin are here, so…”
“Damn,” you mutter, surprised. “Would not expect that from him.”
“Never have I ever,” San speaks up, his voice laying over the room like a blanket. “Hmm… Made out with one of my friends.”
Yunho, Mingi, Hongjoong and Yunjin put their fingers down. Yunjin you know has made out with probably your entire friend group, but your eyes bounce back and forth between Mingi and Yunho. Like he was reading the question in your mind, Yunho nods.
“Really? Like, in a fruity way?” you question, brows in your hairline.
“He has literally been inside me,” Mingi says much too fucking casually from the other side of the couch before bringing his drink up to his lips. Your jaw touches the floor, you think.
Mingi doesn’t wait to say, “Never have I ever lied to someone in this room.”
Every single person puts a finger down, including you. Then Mingi laughs maniacally like he’s won the entire fucking game. Yunjin stares at you from across the couch, “Liar!”
“You put a finger down, too!” you shout back, pointing at her.
“I lied to San!” she points back, offended.
San gasps, looking down at Yunjin, “You lied to me?”
“I lied to Yunho.” Frowning, you lean into him, “Sorry, but the last paragraph on your advertisement paper didn’t actually sound great.”
Yunho clutches his heart, his face morphing into heartbreak, “How could you?”
Your grin is silly as you lay your head on his shoulder, “Forgive me.”
He presses a kiss to the top of your head, and for you, that’s forgiveness enough. You keep your head on his shoulder while Jongho announces, “Never have I ever been caught lying.”
“No fair, you just mooched off mine,” Mingi shouts at Jongho, his posture straightening out.
Jongho giggles, drinking his beer, but says nothing. When no one puts down a finger, the youngest man in the room scowls, “You’re all fucking liars.”
Hongjoong snorts, “That was a stupid question, I told you–”
Jongho stretches out one knee, kicking Hongjoong in his side. The older man gasps, whacking his leg with his arm, and Jongho just laughs in response.
“I’m not playing this round,” Yeosang announces, body already halfway into the couch, eyes at half mast. Drunk and almost asleep, no one pays him any mind. When eyes land on you, you’re nervous, you didn’t think about what you’d say when it was your turn.
“Oh, shit,” you curse under your breath. “Uh, never have I ever… done anal.”
“I told you guys no one’s into anal,” Hongjoong mutters under his breath, completely missing Yunjin and Mingi who both put their fingers down. When he realizes, his jaw drops, “No fucking way.”
Yunjin just giggles, stretching her legs out over San until her toes prod at Mingi’s thigh. Mingi shifts farther away.
Yunho, lips scrunched, seems to be thinking. “Never have I ever… shit, I’ve done a lot. Never have I ever drunk called an ex.” As soon as he says it, he looks at you. The rest of your fingers stay up. He smiles.
“Boring,” San drags out from the other side of the couch. “This round was boring. We need another game, you all suck.”
“Let’s play karaoke,” Yunjin’s smile is evil as she stares at you from across the couch. Your body enters fight or flight.
“That’s not even a game,” Mingi mutters, sinking into the couch again, arms crossing over his chest.
“Yup, not a game,” you quickly redirect your attention to Yunho. “We should go finish your assignment.”
“Boo,” Yunjin calls from across the couch, making your cheeks flush.
“They’re right, it’s not a game, Jen,” you hear from San as you stare at Yunho expectantly.
“I don’t wanna,” Yunho whines, laying back on the couch.
“Then let’s go get you another drink,” you reach for his almost empty beer bottle, shaking it. Without giving him time to answer, you stand, “Come on.”
He follows you into the kitchen, but doesn’t speak until you’re out of earshot. While you’re opening the fridge for another beer, he wears confusion in his brows as he asks, “What’s up, sunshine?”
“Nothing,” you say breathily, almost satisfied as you watch him down the rest of his beer. Handing him the new one, you shrug, “Just wanted a second alone with you.”
He grins, setting the new, full beer on the counter before he grabs your cheeks, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. “Missed me?”
You lift yourself up on your tippy toes to swing your arms around his neck, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Maybe I’m ready to cash in.”
He laughs, “And the kitchen is where you want me? On my knees, for anyone to see?”
“Would that be such a bad thing?” your head tilts, tone dripping in amusement, even if heat starts spreading through your lower half.
He hums, debating, using his hands on your waist to rock you both side to side. “Yes, but only because I don’t want anyone else to see you cum. That’s only for me.”
You kiss him again, with the intention of him bringing you upstairs. Even the dining room. Anywhere except the fucking living room where Yunjin is clearly dying to force you into singing, you’d rather kill two birds with one stone.
Yunho feels the heat, his hands sliding beneath your tee, his palms heavy on your hips. His thumbs tuck under the waistband of your sweats, tongue slipping between your teeth, pushing you backward, into the counter. You gasp when your back hits the laminate, hands sliding up into his hair, tugging at his roots.
He empties a quiet, rough noise into your mouth. “You know what you’re doing.”
“I do,” you keep your voice coated in innocence. “What are you gonna do about it?”
“Go to my room,” he whispers into your mouth, then lets go of your hips. You pull your arms back down, grinning like you got your cake and you get to fucking eat it, too. You suppose it’s Yunho who would be eating it, actually.
“Woo,” you hear from the living room as soon as you turn to leave the kitchen. An announcement or a greeting, you aren’t sure, but you can feel your blood turn cold like an icy wind swept through the house, stealing all the heat you felt just moments ago.
Then you see him. Walking through the living room, towards the staircase, he’s in jeans, a hoodie, the hood swallowing his head, his hair. His jaw is set, his eyes low, his head down, but he sees you. His dark eyes land on you, then Yunho behind you, and it feels like slow motion, as if the world itself had pressed pause as his eyes rake you bottom to top.
He walks past, up the stairs. You hear a door open, then close. Someone pressed play.
You still feel it, though, the absence. There was no anger in his eyes, no annoyance, just… silence.
Yunho’s hands land on your hips again, “You okay, sunshine?”
Your head tilts as he presses a kiss above your ear, you barely feel it. “Is he?”
“He gets like that sometimes,” Yunho says, like it’s no big deal. “Best to just leave him alone, he’ll be fine.”
You nod automatically, your eyes lingering on the staircase. You’re not sure you even heard what he said.
summary: in which the guys joke that yunho is a pervert but they have no idea just how right they are
warning: hard dom yunho, bratty sub reader, throat fucking, oral, anal, squirting, cum eating, edging, light double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie
genre: smut
pairing: idol yunho x afab reader
word count: 3.3k
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“I’m not a pervert.”
Lies. Yunho knew it. The guys knew it. It’s why they said it. He wouldn’t have denied it if they weren’t literally filming a variety show. Now all the fans were gonna see it. Make memes about it. Bring it up every chance they could. He sighed and dug through his duffel bag that had his regular clothes in for him to change back into after the filming of the variety show was done. “What….” He pulled out a pair of lace baby blue thongs that definitely weren’t his. Yours. He shoved them in there a couple of weeks ago when the group had to go to Japan that way he had something from you with him.
“See…” a hand snatched the thong from him, dangling them in his face. “pervert.” San was grinning with Jongho laughing beside him. “Give them back!” Yunho snatched at them only for San to move out of the way. “Why are you carrying around thongs for anyways?” San passed them to Jongho when Yunho stood, towering over both of them. Annoyed. And his eye twitching. If only San knew who those thongs belonged to….. “They’re not mine.” Yunho snatched them from Jongho and shoved them back into his bag.
“Oh….” Jongho bumped his shoulder with San. “someone has a girlfriend he hasn’t told us about.” That made San perk up. “Oh! Is that why you’ve been so…. loose lately? You’re getting laid?” Him and Jongho laughed again all in good tease. The two of them and Wooyoung were like three annoying younger brothers sometimes. “It’s none of your buisness.” Yunho picked his bag up and started walking towards the small little change room Mingi disappeared into just a minute ago.
“He’s deflecting. That means we know her.” Jongho grinned as San laughed. The change room door slammed shut behind him and Yunho groaned making Mingi look up at him where he was pulling on his shoes. “Who pissed you off?” That’s the thing with Mingi. He could read Yunho like an open book. Yunho rolled his eyes as he started changing his clothes, letting the ones the stylist put him in drop to the floor. “San and Jongho found a thong in my bag…”
Mingi stares at him and Yunho just stares right back. Then Mingi burst out laughing. “Damn…. Didn’t know you were into that.” Yunho glared at him. “They’re not mine. They’re Y/N’s.” That made Mingi stop laughing for exactly seventeen seconds before he started laughing again. “Oh my god…. You mean… you’re telling me that San found his sister’s thong in your bag and he doesn’t even know it? I told you this was going to blow up in your face!”
“First of all,” Yunho pulled his shirt on. “she’s his step sister. And secondly, she’s a grown woman.” Mingi had tears in his eyes at this point as he stood up. “Doesn’t change the fact if San realizes then you’re a dead man.” And he wasn’t exaggerating either. San was a little overprotective of his sisters. He proved that a couple months ago at his eldest sister’s wedding when he threatened her husband that if he makes her cry he’d make him disappear all while he was doing that, Yunho had you, his younger, beloved, the one he’s most protective over, sister bent over an old table behind his parents house. He’d kept your panties that day too.
It started new years. KQ threw this big party and all the member’s families were invited of course. It didn’t take long after you had gotten there for Yunho to have you riding him in Mingi’s studio on the third floor. It was supposed to of just been that one time. But then it kept happening. Now it’s been six months and you were both taking it steady behind San’s back. “He won’t find out.” Yunho sounded like he was more trying to convince himself than he was Mingi.
Mingi snorted. “You have pictures of her naked on your phone…. all it’s gonna take…”
“He’ll never see them.” Yunho clenched his jaw. Mingi was never of supposed to of seen them either. But then a month ago his best friend grabbed his phone while Yunho was sleeping, looking for some unposted unit comeback photos he knew Yunho had and instead found you. You in nothing but one of Yunho’s shirts pulled up over your exposed ass. You wet right out of the shower. You with Yunho buried inside you. That one had been a video.
So, yeah….. maybe Yunho was a bit of a pervert.
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The dorm was quiet other than the low hum of the central air as Yunho and Yeosang dragged inside. “I’m getting a shower.” Yunho wasted no time dropping his duffel off in his room and then crossing the hall to the bathroom. The steam from the shower enveloped around him as his muscles relaxed under the heat. That was the only thing that relaxed. His mind? Not so much. All he could think about was you. Your thong in your brother’s hands. San finding out…… he’s seen San pissed only a handful of times through the years. And honestly, Yunho wasn’t so sure it would be the fact he’s seeing you but more so that he was sneaking behind San’s back. And San hated being lied to.
His neck popped as he rolled his shoulders stepping back out the shower. Water clung to him as he grabbed a towel, drying in haste, leaving his hair to just air dry. He had no shame as he stepped out of the bathroom completely naked and walked out towards the kitchen. Yeosang blinked at him from where he sat on the couch. “You’re just…. dangling ….. very largely everywhere.”
Yunho rolled his eyes. This was nothing new and maybe it was one of the reasons why Yeosang also joked he has perverted quirks. It being just the two of them, Yunho was naked often. There was sometimes sweat stains left in his gaming chair from his ass. Yunho opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, the first swig making him close his eyes and let out a sigh. Then his eyes snapped open as the front door opened. The voices of San, Wooyoung and you trailing inside. He tried sprinting back to his room but as soon as he moved, Wooyoung’s ecstatic giggle stopped him in his tracks.
“Ahhh…. Yunho,” San grabbed you and spun you around, still oblivious that you have seen every detail of Yunho. No idea that you’ve had every inch that was on display buried inside you multiple times. “See! You fucking pervert.”
Wooyoung was ogling. “I say let him keep it out.” He grinned at Yunho as he moved to sit beside Yeosang and you shoved away from San. “Will you move? I’ve seen a dick before.” San gaped at you as Wooyoung laughed and Yunho’s ears started turning red. “Well you’re not gonna see that one.” San grabbed the throw pillow Yeosang had in his lap and chunked it at Yunho. “Cover that thing up!”
Yunho clutched the pillow and held it against himself. His dick barely staying hidden behind the small material. He turned around to get to his room and get dressed but your voice stopped him. “Nice ass.” He could practically hear the smirk in your voice. He was sure you were staring at the fading scratches you left there from a few nights ago. You loved his ass. Loved gripping it when he rutted inside you like he was trying to empty his soul out.
“Y/N!”
Yunho could feel the tips of his ears burning as he disappeared into his bedroom. He was gonna make you pay for that. He was already thinking of many scenarios to make you pay that would have San ready to commit murder. The thought alone made Yunho snort as he tossed the throw pillow he was still holding onto his gaming chair. He casted a glance at his reflection in the mirror on his wall. His roots were starting to grow out in the blonde but he was holding out dying it since you loved it too much. He was realizing he was starting to do a lot because you liked something. But you also did a lot because he liked something. And Yunho was starting to think that maybe whatever this was the two of you had wasn’t so casual anymore…. that it wasn’t exactly steady.
“Knock, knock.”
“Jesus!” Yunho jumped, turning around and glaring at you. “What the hell are you doing?” Because he was still naked and San, Wooyoung and Yeosang…..
“Relax.” You waved him off as you walked into his room, shutting the door behind you. “They all went to get food.” You dragged your gaze down his body, eyes lingering on his shoulders, noticing how much broader he’s gotten lately. Then your gaze dropped lower to where his dick hung heavy. “San said he found some girl’s thong in your bag today….” You started moving closer. “I think he’s convinced you’re hiding a girlfriend.”
Girlfriend. That hit hard. Neither of you had put labels on it yet. On what you were. But Yunho certainly wouldn’t deny it if that’s what you wanted. “San’s nosy.” He watched you trace a hand up his abdomen, then back down and his dick twitched a little in anticipation. At just the thought of having you while your brother was out getting food and would be back any moment. It was a rush. And Yunho could be an adrenaline junky.
You dropped to your knees in an almost haste, now barely eye level with his dick and Yunho let you take over for a minute. Just stood there and watched. Stood there and groaned when you gripped him, bringing his hardening dick to your mouth. Stood there and watched as your lips stretched wide around him and he let you take your time to feed his length deeper into your mouth. The tip bumped the back of your throat with every slow thrust, spit dripping down your chin and onto your shirt.
He pulled out just enough to rest the heavy length on your tongue, tapping the wet tip against it a few times before dragging it across your flushed cheek, leaving a shiny trail of spit and precum. He didn’t give you time to catch your breath. Both hands gripped the sides of your head and he shoved himself back in, hips snapping forward until your nose pressed against his pelvis. The sudden force made your eyes water, but your fingers dug into his ass, nails biting deep enough to leave fresh red marks across the skin and Yunho groaned at the sting, loving that slight little tinge of pain as he started fucking your throat with steady strokes that made wet, obscene sounds fill the room.
“Look at you,” he rasped, voice low and rough. “Gagging on my dick like a desperate little slut. Bet you’re dripping just from having your throat used, aren’t you? Gonna come just from me fucking your face?” You moaned around him, the vibration making his hips stutter and he held you there a moment longer, buried to the hilt before pulling out completely letting strings of spit connect your now swollen lips to his glistening dick. “Strip,” he ordered, tracing his thumb on your bottom lip before you stood.
You snatched your shirt off first. The fabric dropping to the floor. Your pants were next. The jeans sticking at your wet thighs from how soaked sucking his dick made you. When you moved to reach to drag your panties off, he stopped you. “Leave those on.” He hauled you up and onto the bed, positioning you on all fours. You expected him to yank the black lace aside and sink into you, but instead he stayed behind you, one hand smoothing over the curve of your ass. “Nice ass?” he repeated, echoing your earlier words with a dark chuckle. “Saying that in front of your brother? Brats like that should be punished.”
Yunho wrapped his fingers around his dick and dragged the tip slowly over the thin black lace covering your pussy, pressing the fabric against your soaked folds. He stroked himself like that for a long second, letting the tip glide back and forth through your wetness, the lace growing darker and stickier with every pass as your hips started to twitch, trying to push back, but he only teased, never sinking inside you. He pulled back long enough to reach over to the bedside table. You heard the soft click of his phone unlocking. The camera light coming on, the lens aimed straight at where his dick was rubbing again at you.
“Please,” you whispered, voice hoarse and growing desperate. “Fuck me…. Yunho… I need it.”
He hummed in amusement. “Oh, I will.” The recording stayed on a few more seconds, capturing every desperate wiggle of your hips before he locked the screen and tossed the phone aside. Then he dragged one finger up through your slick, gathering the mess and grabbing your hair, pulling your head back, bringing it to your lips. “Suck.” You opened obediently, tongue curling around his soaked finger and cleaned it. Yunho’s thoughts drifted for a second….. yeah, San and Jongho might’ve been onto something when they joked he was a pervert.
He let your hair go, pulling his finger back and yanked your hips up. His dick, shiny with your juices, pressed against your entrance and he thrusted into you, bottoming out with a groan as you cried out. He bit his bottom lip as he thrusted slow and deep, coating himself with you before pulling back out. His tip dragged upward, circling your ass, smearing slick over the rim as he gave you one heartbeat to adjust before sinking in, inch by inch, until his hips met your ass and a low groan left him at the tight heat.
He stayed still for a few seconds, knowing the others could walk in any moment but he was starting not care, he wanted to give you time to breathe. To adjust. Until you started pushing back against him, voice shaky but defiant. “I know you can go harder than that.”
“Brat,” he growled, the word vibrating through his chest as his hands clamped on your hips and he started pounding into your ass without another second to breathe, the slap of skin loud and filthy. One hand slid beneath you, two fingers pushing into your dripping pussy while his dick kept driving into your ass, the dual stretch of his fingers fucking you and his dick buried in your ass making your vision blur and for pleasure to coil tight and fast until it snapped. Your scream muffled against the sheets as your whole body shook through the orgasm, squirting on his fingers and his bed sheets.
He didn’t stop though. Yunho just fucked you through it, fingers still working inside you until his rhythm faltered and he buried himself deep, dick pulsing as he filled your ass. He stayed inside you for a minute, breathing hard, before pulling out and letting his cum start to trickle down your ass as he dropped to his knees behind you, tongue dragging over your used hole, licking up the mess he’d left before moving lower to lap at your soaked pussy. The wet sounds of his mouth were almost as obscene as him fucking you had been.
When he finally pulled back, he hooked his fingers into the ruined black lace of your panties and peeled them down your legs. “Mine now,” he said, voice still rough, and tucked the damp fabric into his pocket.
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Yunho had just finished pulling on his favorite pair of grey sweatpants when he heard the others get back. Yeosang said something about never going anywhere with Woo and San again. Their laughter echoed down the hall and into his bedroom. It had only been about fifteen minutes since Yunho had you a mess on his bed. Now you were in the living room, dress. Missing your panties. And his bed was still a mess.
“Hey….” San peaked into his room to let him know they got pizza and immediately froze. He furrowed his brows, sniffed the air and frowned. “It smells like sex in here.” Yunho blinked at him, clearing his throat and lied straight through his teeth. “I jerked off.”
San had a look of pure disgust as he retreated from his door. “Oh my god, Yunho! While my sister was in the living room? I was right. You are a pervert.”
Yunho didn’t even try to deny it this time.
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A week later and Yunho was covered in sweat after Ateez set for BST. The London heat almost suffocating. But that heat didn’t compare to you also being there. You had begged San to let you come which he caved instantly. And Yunho was holding on by a thread.
You wore a white tank top that let him see the slightest sweat glistening on your shoulders. The shorts you had on barely covered your ass and he had to stop himself multiple times from just outright staring. And now? Now you were walking towards him, handing him another bottle of water. “You’re like…” you dragged your eyes down him, staring at his arms on display. “sweating everywhere.”
Yunho uncapped the bottle of water you gave him. “Trust me, I know.” He tipped his head back and your gaze lingered at his throat and the way his adams apple bobbed as he drank. “Mhm…” you stepped a little closer. Just enough for only he could hear. “I’m gonna do things to you with my tongue that your good lord never wanted to bear witness.” Yunho choked. Literally. He shouldn’t be shocked. Because he may be a pervert according to the guys. But you were just as much of a freak.
The water sputtered out of Yunho’s mouth as you laughed and patted at his back. The commotion had San’s attention now. He narrowed his eyes at the two of you then he froze. Blue. Lace. Strings peaking out the back of the top of your shorts as you bent over to grab a dry towel to hand to Yunho. No. No. Absolutely not. It clicked fast after that. Blue lace thongs. You for months now wanting to travel with them when you were allowed. Always going with San over to Yeosang and Yunho’s. Always at their dance practices. The lingering looks he’d catch Yunho give you but ignored because he just thought Yunho thought you were hot. A few of the guys did. But the other guys didn’t carry around your thong…..
“YUNHO, YOU ASSHOLE!”
Everyone froze then. Yunho finally stopped coughing. You and him stared at San as Mingi seemed to put two and two together and pulled his phone to record. “Here we go.”
San marched over, still a little breathless from performing. He seemed more shocked than angry. Ok. Maybe he looked a little angry. “You’re fucking my sister.” The accusation landed like a slap and neither you or Yunho denied it as chaos erupted around you.
“What?” Hongjoong looked exasperated.
“That explains a lot.” Seonghwa snorted as he grabbed himself a bottle of water as Wooyoung laughed. Loud. Tears forming in his eyes as a cackle tore from him. Yeosang didn’t look surprised at all. Being Yunho’s roommate, he’s already heard things he wish he hadn’t.
“Wait….” Jongho looked like he won the lottery. “THE THONGS WERE HERS?” He started laughing, pointing at San. “Man…. You picked up your sister’s used underwear! Used by Yunho!” He made the situation so much worse instantly because now San did look mad. Really mad. Disgusted and mad.
“We’re not fucking.” You argued, then slipped your hand into Yunho’s sweaty one. “We’re dating.”
“This is fucking gold.” Mingi was enjoying this way too much.
Yunho gripped your hand back. Clearing his throat and looking down at San. “Sorry…. we didn’t know how to tell you.” He had to play like he wasn’t absolutely losing his mind over you saying that you were dating.
For now, Yunho was just thankful San had no idea what perverted evidence he had with you on his phone.
Warnings: Fem! ReaderxMingi, Stalking (duh), Fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), choking, oral (fem rec.) DEAD DOVE!
Something in your gut tells you not to trust him, but your brain says otherwise.
wc: 4k
Click, click, click, you hear someone's heels on the pavement behind you. Of course, your shift lasted until the last bus ran and your car was in the shop, prompting you to walk home and, this time, opting to be rid of your headphones after feeling on edge all week. Turning your head, you see no one behind you. Weird, you think to yourself. Heading in the direction of your apartment, once again feeling as if you have eyes on you. This is so weird, so fucked up. “Why would someone be following me?” You think to yourself, only hearing about these things in movies or on the news.
Heart rate picks up, blood rushing through your ears as you begin to feel on edge. More thoughts flood your mind, such as "Should I even go home?" Or walk to the police department? That convenience store? No. Don’t subject some innocent cashier to a possible crime. Shaking the thoughts from your head, trying to rationalize that no way could anyone be following you, you stop at the convenience store anyway. Feeling particularly hungry, working late, and all.
Doors chime, alerting the cashier of your arrival. Seeing them almost asleep at the register, you give them a small apologetic smile, heading to the aisle that holds your favorite snacks.
What could pass as dinner but take little to no effort? You think, biting your lip in thought. Spotting something passable, you grab it, smiling as you turn to walk to the register. At least you tried. You bump into a strong chest, stumbling back as the stranger catches you.
“Woah there! Be careful,” he chuckles. You apologize quickly, looking up to his face to apologize more sincerely. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. You think to yourself, quickly shaking your head to rid yourself of the thought. “I–I’m so sorry, sir! I’ve been in my own head a lot lately.” You half bow, entirely embarrassed as a cute pink dusts your cheeks.
He laughs again, waving you off. “Don’t worry about it; it’s not often I bump into an attractive stranger.” He smiles at you, tilting his head. Is he flirting? “What’s your name, stranger?” He asks, and you give it as he nods. Little did you know, he already knew. “My name is Mingi.” He says, a big smile on his face as he sticks his tongue out to lick his lips, sticking his hand out. You accept, shaking it.
You chat for a bit, laughing and smiling together. He walks you to the register, paying for your things and exchanging numbers before bidding your goodbyes. “What are the odds he was stalking you? Nah,” you laugh to yourself, shaking your head at the ridiculous thought.
Finishing your walk home, your phone beeps as you get a text. Mingi’s name already brightening your screen. You smile, replying to his message.
<Mingi>: Arrive home okay? :)
<You>: Yes, I did! Worried about me already? ;)
<Mingi>: What if I am? ;)
<You>: You must already care for me a lot then! :P
<Mingi>: Of course I care! How could I not care for such a pretty lady? :)
Blushing at your phone, you type a quick response, something along the lines of “Haha, whatever,” bidding your goodbyes, seeing as it’s already two in the morning. As he says his goodbyes, he swipes to his camera roll, looking at all the pictures he took without you even noticing, and slips his hand under his waistband.
A few days later, you’re at work, and you hear your phone ping. Sliding it out of your pocket, you see it’s Mingi. Smiling instantly, you reply, pocketing the device again. The past few days have been spent getting to know each other to the point you consider him a friend. You guys share very similar interests; he calls you out on your hobbies without you having even told him. You’ve joked about him being in your walls, watching you, both laughing it off as some joke.
Later that night, you’re lounging around at home. Changed into sweats and a loose tee, forgoing a bra. You message him asking if he’s available to chat. Instantly, he calls you. Answering, his charming voice engulfs your speaker. “Hey, gorgeous,” he teases. You roll your eyes. “If only you could see me now, you’d change those words.” You laugh, brushing off his compliment. He hums, “Let me guess; loose tee and sweats?” he chuckles. Raising an eyebrow, you look around. “How’d you guess? Got cameras hidden in my place?” You joke, laughing. “Obviously! Just want to keep eyes on my favorite girl.” He joked, switching between the cameras he installed in your apartment. At least you thought he was kidding.
Starting to cook dinner, you throw things in a casserole dish and toss it in the oven. Starting the timer, you go to start laundry. Yapping away in your ear, laughing as he says something dumb once again. Walking past a blanket that you definitely never mentioned before that needed to be cleaned, he speaks up, saying, “Hey, don’t forget the throw on your couch!” He chirps, causing you to furrow your brows. That’s suspicious. “How did you know about that?” You ask him, extremely curious.
Sweat beads at the base of his neck. Shit. Did he give himself away? “Uh, you asked me not to let you forget when I first called!” He quickly spoke, “Yeah, that excuse should work,” he thought to himself.
Suspicion paints your face, suddenly very aware of your surroundings. You begin to search your apartment, looking for a camera as you respond, “Riiight, I guess I forgot.” You shake your head, grabbing the blanket. Could he actually be capable of something like that?
His heart rate picks up, scared shitless you’ll find out his little secret. He lets out a sigh of relief when he sees you plop on your bed, ending your hunt. You still have a guess as to what he could possibly be up to, but you’re too tired to fight the feeling in your gut….
A few months later, your suspicions partially subsided, still having thoughts lingering in the back of your mind. Another night, another phone call with your good friend Song Mingi. Things have gotten heavier lately, more romantic if you could call it that. Pet names are spoken to each other, and despite your judgement, being around him makes butterflies flutter in your tummy and heat rise to your cheeks. Why does he have to be so hot?!
“So honey, I was thinking… Why don’t I take you out to dinner? My treat, of course. I wanna take you on a date and show you what you deserve. Can I? Would you like to go on a date with me?” He asks. Picking at your fingernails and nervously biting your lip, you think about it hard. It couldn’t hurt, right?
“Okay, Mingi. One date. Show me how much of a gentleman you can be,” you giggle, a flirtatious tone hitting your voice. He’s hot, so are you, and you’re damn proud of it. A man like Mingi showing interest in you was definitely an ego boost. “Just tell me what time and day to be ready, and you’ve got yourself a date, Mr. Song.” You poke at him. “Tomorrow, 7 pm. Be ready, baby. See you then, darling. I gotta go now, goodnight.” He urged, hanging up the phone. You sit there, staring at your now blank screen, confused. That was weird. Shrugging it off, you plug your phone in and drift off to sleep.
The next day arrives, you pace around your apartment with nerves on fire. He never mentioned where he’d be taking you, not even giving you a hint as to what you should wear. Would it be weird to text and ask him? Heartbeat loud in your ears as the blood rushes through them. On Mingi’s side, he's watching you pace like a trapped rat, smiling widely. “Hmm, perfect little dove. So nervous for me…” He sighs, palming himself over his pants. He loves the sight of you right now, watching you search for anything and anything to do before it’s time for him to arrive at your apartment. He begins to wonder if he should spare you, deciding if he should text you the dressing attire for the evening or let you stew. He picks up his phone, opening your messages as a new text from you appears.
<You>: Hey, Ming. Just wondering, what should I wear tonight? You never said!
He smirks, biting his lip. How long should he make you suffer? Ten minutes? Twenty? An hour? So many choices to keep you waiting, how long to make you more desperate.
Deciding on just ‘fuck it ’, he texts you instantly. What could he say? He was obsessed with you.
<Mingi>: Hey! Sorry about that, just wear something simple and casual. Nothing too fancy! It was last minute, after all. :)
Seeing his text, you smile and breathe a sigh of relief. Perfect. Ripped black jeans and a simple tee paired with your black Vans are the way to go.
It’s 6:30 before there’s a knock at your door. You speed walk to it, waiting a few seconds to not seem so desperate. Remember, this guy could be our stalker. Opening the door, you’re greeted with his smiling face, glasses sitting on his nose, and your favorite flowers in his hand. He hands them off to you, uttering a quick compliment of, “God, you look sexy even in the simplest outfits,” He says as he kisses your cheek.
“Wow, Mingi. I’m surprised you remembered I even mentioned these!” You smile brightly, taking them from him and finding a vase. GOD, he loved that look on your face. He wondered if you’d look the same taking his- “Hello?? Earth to Mingi? You giggle, waving your hand in his face. You could stare at him too, with him standing here in his fitted jeans that hug his plush thighs nicely and a random band tee that you’ve never heard of.
“Sorry, honey. You just look so good tonight.” He blushes. You roll your eyes, pink dusting your cheeks once more. “Whatever you say, Mingi.” Turning to find a vase for the bouquet. Once you fill the glass with water, you set it on the counter. “Okay, I’m ready,” you say, following him out the door, being sure to lock it.
Fried food and sounds of balls hitting pins fill the air, a bowling alley stuck in the 90s is the place he decided to take you. “Bowling, huh?” you nudge Mingi, turning to tell the worker your shoe size. “Yeah, why not? Figured I should see how competitive you can be” He teased, grabbing his shoes. You walk to your designated lane, putting the probably twenty year old shoes on your feet securely before walking over and punching your names into the screen.
“You can go first, Min, wanna see how competitive you can be,” you laughed, throwing his words back in his face. He rolled his eyes at you playfully, grabbing a ball from the rack, and immediately landing a strike. You stand there, mouth agape, eyeing him suspiciously. “And you thought you had to worry about me?”
Night goes on, a small bit of playful bickering between the two of you as it comes down to him being the winner. “Nice game, doll.” He poked at your ribs, a small pout on your face. “Whatever, Mingi.I let you win!” you lied; he obviously knew you didn’t. “Let’s go eat, I’m starved!” Grabbing his hand, leading him back into the cool night air after returning the borrowed shoes.
You lead him to your favorite spot near your apartment, half-drunk milkshakes and finished burger plates litter the table. More giggles and jokes shared between the two of you. “No, I’m telling you, Mingi! I swear, I had a stalker for the better part of six months. I was terrified!” you opened up to him, gauging his reaction to the news. You were still slightly suspicious of him, after all.
“No way, that’s crazy! And they just stopped randomly one day?” he asked, sipping his shake. You nod, “Seems so! Maybe they got bored or something,” shrugging and swirling around the melted malt that sits in the glass. He reaches over and takes your hand, “I’m sure everything is okay now, doll. And as long as you’re with me, you’re safe.” You looked into his eyes, nodding as he rubbed soothing circles on the back of your hand. Heart stuttering at the gesture, momentarily forgetting any thoughts you had of him being the culprit. “Mingi, take me home…. Your home, please?” He nods, slamming a bunch of money on the table, and leads you out.
Arriving at his place, he turns and pins you to the back of his door. “Can I kiss you, doll? Please, can I?” Heart pounds in your ears, unable to speak. You nod, able to make out a simple “Yes, please.” He surges forward, cupping your face and smashing your lips together. A battle of tongue, teeth, and spit, your hands fisting his shirt to pull him impossibly closer. He bites your lower lip, pulling a gasp from your throat as he soothes the sting, moving to suck on your tongue. “So sexy, just for me…” He mutters lowly, right against your lips.
He moves his lips to your neck, licking a stripe up from your shoulder to behind your ear, blowing cool air over the wet skin, earning him a shudder from your trembling body. “Mingi, please,” you pant, sparkling eyes looking into his. “Please touch me,” you practically beg, heat shooting through his core.
“Fuck, okay,” he swears, throwing you over his shoulder and pausing at the two rooms across from each other. “First, I need to tell you. This one is the bathroom; the other one is off limits. Do not go in there.” You nod, noting it for later. “Okay, understood. Please just fuck me.”
He tosses you onto his red and black duvet, pulling your shoes off your feet and tossing them carelessly behind him. “Can I strip you, honey?” he asks, hands rubbing up and down your ribs soothingly. “Yes,” you nod as his hands reach the hem of your top, pulling it over your head. He sucks in a breath, biting his lip at the sight of your body. “Fuck,” he groans, moving his hands to your waistband, undoing the button and zipper before pulling the ripped fabric off your body.
“God, you’re so sexy. Did you plan on this happening?” he smirks, noticing the matching undergarments you have on. “N-no, nothing else was clean!” You whined, feeling his big hands on your plush thighs. Hands sliding up to tease where you need him most, holding your breath. “Mingi, don’t tease me, please.” He looks you up and down, licking his lip. “Baby, I think you’re lying. You just did laundry yesterday, remember? Should punish you for the fib?” He chuckles, snapping the band of your thong against your skin.
“No, please don’t!” you whimper, fingers gripping the fabric of his sheets. He clicks his tongue, pulling his shirt off. “You sure, doll? I bet you’d look so pretty with tears streaming down your face.” He already knows you do, and maybe he has gotten off on it before. His fingers pull your thong down your legs, frustratingly slow. Fingers sliding back up your legs, back to your thighs to return to his teasing. Fingers sliding up and down your slit now, collecting the wetness. “So wet f’ me, and I’ve barely touched you.” He mutters, yanking you to the edge of his bed by your ankles and kneeling before you.
“Been dying to taste you since we first met,” he said lowly, looking you right in your eyes as he licks a strip up the opening of your cunt. “M-Mingi…” you stutter out, reaching to grab his hair. He intercepted your hands, pinning them back to the mattress. “Keep ‘em there for me, okay, baby?” You nod, earning a pleased smile from the man. “Good girl,” he praised, kissing along your thighs before diving in once more.
He licks, sucks, and slurps you down, two fingers pummeling inside you and hitting your sweet spot already. White knuckling the duvet, back arching as you gasp his name, begging to touch him. “Mingi, please! Let me touch you!” you fussed as he kept pushing all the right buttons to send you over the edge. Tongue still inside you, he shakes his head no, a gasp ripping from your throat. Pulling away, deep voice spoken against your pussy, “No way baby, I love the way you writhe,” He chuckles, adding a third finger.
He’s practically making out with your pussy, tongue coming up to flick your clit, fingers beginning to do that “come here” motion against the spot you need him most. “Cum for me baby, need to feel you coat my tongue as I taste you.” He groaned against you again, the other hand palming his throbbing cock over his pants, threatening to rip right through the denim. Your hips having a mind of their own, humping his face as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter, “Y-yes, fuck yes! I’m cumming!”
The band snaps, cum coating his tongue and face as your legs shake, crying and whimpering out his name mixed with curses. A sadistic grin paints his face as he licks his lips and fingers clean. He kisses your thighs, helping you calm down. He rises to his feet, commanding tone as he grips your chin. “Look at me,” he growled. Peeling your eyes open, you stare into his eyes. Pupils blown wide, your eyes scan his body, spotting the erection threatening to break free.
Devious smile stretches, asking you if “you like what you see?” you nod, biting your lip. “Just wait until you see the real thing” you swallow hard as he takes his belt off, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. He pulls them down to his ankles, kicking them off. Cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, spotting a small wet spot. He pulls those down as well, slowly to tease you as his hard length springs free and up to his belly button.
Gasp caught in your throat, eyes bugging out, you ask him, “Min, will that even fit?” He laughs, Gods you’re so precious. He climbs on the bed, leaning over you to cup your face, words hitting your skin like shards of glass. “Baby, we’ll make it fit.” Sitting back on his haunches, he spreads your legs as he grabs his cock. Stroking it before slapping it against your pussy, head catching your clit as he slides it up and down to collect your wetness, “Fuck, you ready for me honey?” he asks, pushing your thighs to your chest. “Yes, Mingi- fuck. Please fuck me!” you cry, tears threatening to spill.
He nods, pressing the head of his cock to your entrance before pushing in. Tight walls squeezing the thick girth, his head is thrown back, and groaning. “Fuck, baby. So nice and warm, squeezing me so good. So perfect for me.” He leans down, placing his head in the crook of your neck, placing lazy kisses there. Your nails dig into his back, leaving crescent shaped marks. He picks up his pace, changing the angle so his head is slamming against your cervix. You scream, nails raking down his back and leaving angry red marks.
“M-Mingi! S-Slow down! Please!” You cry out, tears of pleasure streaming down your face now. Seeing you in this state, he licks them off your face and moans, “So pretty like this, so perfect for me,” lowly in your ear. His praise, his cock, his actions send you closer to the edge, pulling him closer. “Mingi, I’m so close,” you whine. He sits up, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he snaps his hips against yours, faster and harder, angling his hips once again to hit the spongey spot inside you. Bringing his thumb down to rub your clit, arching your back again. “Cum for me baby, doing so good for me. Best pussy I’ve had. Such a good girl listening to me,” he growled.
“Fuck, Mingi! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Gods, help! It feels so weird this time,” you whimper, head thrown back. He has to bite his lip to hide the smirk, uttering the words, “That's okay, baby. Let go, cum for me.” Hips slam into yours thrice more before you’re cumming, pussy drenching his cock, abdomen, and thighs as you scream his name. Clawing at his chest and arms, sure to leave marks behind, proving what happened tonight.
“Holy shit, you’re so sexy. Fucking squirting on me like that. Such a perfect whore for me, aren’t you?” he moans, slamming into you faster, hips stuttering as he nears his high. “Fuck, where do you want it?”
“INSIDE! Please! Need to feel you fill me,” you moan, nerves feeling as if they’re on fire. Your words set him ablaze, ripping your body up and slamming his lips against yours as his balls draw tight and fill your pussy, flooding you with his seed as he paints your insides white. You groan into each other's mouths, sobbing his name into his mouth. Collapsing against each other onto the mattress, panting as you both try to catch your breath. “Shit, I think that’s the best lay I’ve ever had,” you giggle, snuggling into his chest.
He reaches his fingers down, thrusting his leaking seed back into your pussy. “I could say the same, doll.” He chuckles, leaning in to kiss you passionately. You pull back, smiling. “Sorry about the mess…” you trail off, blushing. “Don’t worry about it, baby.” Cuddling into him again until you both drift off to sleep, hearts beating as one.
A few hours later, you wake up with the urge to use the bathroom. Quietly slipping from his grasp, you slip on his shirt and head to the door. Now in the hallway, heading to the bathroom as you eye the door he told you not to enter. Curiosity brews in your belly, brain screaming at you not to peek. Ultimately, your gut wins. You hold your breath, listening for any movement from his room.
Once you feel the coast is clear, you turn the knob, entering the room. Met with a dozen screens, multiple cameras set and aimed at very specific angles. Why does this place look familiar? You wonder, brows furrowed. Then it hits you-
“Fuck, this is my place.” Anxiety fills your veins as your eyes dart across each screen. They’re aimed at your bed, shower, couch, kitchen- basically anywhere he could see you. Tears prick your eyes. You should’ve pressed him further. Should’ve called him out more. Why did he have to be so devastatingly attractive?!
You didn’t hear him creep behind you, his voice scaring you. “Didn’t I tell you not to fucking come in here?” he boomed, walking towards you. Backing into the wall, fear now running rampant. “Mingi, why?” you sniffle, tears slowly falling now as your eyes dart between him and the screens. “Why?” he laughs. “You really want to know?” He smiles evilly, one you used to think was kind of cute. “I can’t really explain it. I walked past you one night after work and became so infatuated; I had to know you.” he stepped closer, cupping your face. You close your eyes, so terrified. Fingers move to grip your chin. “Look at me when I talk to you, baby.”
You swallow down the lump in your throat, looking up at him. “I can’t explain why I didn't just come up to you. Introduce myself, I just had to do it this way. Getting into your apartment was so easy, too. Just had to tell the leasing office I was house-sitting for you and got locked out.” He laughed; he actually fucking laughed at that. “You’re mine now, baby, completely mine. You can’t escape me now.” Hand moves to your throat possessively. “There’s no escaping now.”
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