Summary: It was yours and Christopher's first Christmas together and you just wanted to surprise him with a little early Christmas present.
WC: 1.1K
AU: Idol!Bangchan
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Warning(s): Dom! Bangchan, Sub! Reader, nicknames (Channie, Angel, Baby) Bondage, Fingering(Fem! Receiving), Oral (Fem! Receiving), Swearing (like one word) - PLEASURE DOM BANGCHAN *we all cheer in unison*
A/N: Better late than never? Merry Christmas and Happy New Year @pali-writes-atiny-bit !! Surprise, it was me this entire time <3 As always thank you to my beta reader @bunnliix and @cafekitsune for the banners/dividers
Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society
Masterlist
6:45pm: “I can’t wait for you to get home, I've spent all day decorating and I just know you’re gonna love it!”
6:46pm: “Oh yeah? Our first Christmas together in the new apartment and you’ve already turned it into Santa’s Workshop?”
6:47pm: “Maybe, oh! I also have one early present for you to unwrap, I put it in our room.”
Christmas is still a few weeks away but… there's a present waiting for him? In the 3 years you’d been together the two of you did activities with each other post holiday… This was new.
It was nearing 8:00pm as he drug himself through the door, practice had utterly exhausted him. He kicked off his shoes in the entryway before he’d noticed just how “Jolly” you’d made the living space.
The cabinets wrapped in bows like Christmas presents, the stocking you two had picked out hug below the TV and the Christmas tree all lit - wait. Chris walked over to notice the tree was up, but it wasn’t decorated?
Whatever, he was entirely too tired from his day to worry about what the Christmas tree looked like right now, he just wanted to shower and spend some time with you.
Upon walking into your shared bedroom, the lights were off which was another strange happening. You never go to bed this early, but before he had much time to think he looked up and saw it.
Well, you.
Sat on your knees in the bed, the only thing you had on was a big red bow, and you’d wrapped yourself in… Christmas Lig- Oh.
Chris flips the lights on to get a better look as the present on your shared bed and as your eyes meet his, you swear they were going to roll out on the floor.
“Merry - almost - Christmas, Channie,” you smiled ever so innocently at him.
“Y/N…,” he speaks, barely audible but his eyes visibly darken as he makes his way over to the bed.
Your eyes follow him as he makes his way across the room, and it still takes you by surprise when you find yourself pinned to the bed as Christopher leaves open mouthed kisses down your neck and across your collarbone.
“C-chris,” is all you can manage as your eyes flutter shut.
“Was this my early Christmas present? Me coming home to find you all wrapped up and needy?” He murmurs against your skin.
He grabs the string of lights around your wrist, using them to pin your hands above your head as a wicked smile graces his features.
“Even did all the work for me like a good girl, how thoughtful,” he chuckles darkly as his hand reaches for the soft satin fabric covering your breast. “Merry Christmas, indeed baby.”
Chris trails soft kisses along your chest, taking your nipple in his mouth as he rolls the other between his pointer finger and thumb causing you to let out a soft moan. He smirks against the soft flesh as he pulls back, looking at your flushed face.
“What's the matter, Angel?” he coos at you in faux sympathy.
“I hope you didn’t expect me to play nice after coming home to this, did you?”
He stands up, noticing you’ve managed to wrap yourself quite well with the string lights he chuckles to himself, he chuckles to himself, grabbing the lights wrapped loosely around your wrist, he ties them to the slats in your headboard.
“Hmm, should I leave you like this?” He runs his hand up your inner thigh as he speaks, “or do I give you want you so clearly want?” He taps the visible wet spot forming in your underwear, causing you to whine.
“Please…,” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for, you just knew you needed him to do something, anything.
“Hmm? Please what?” he climbs on the bed, settling between your legs.
“Use your words, baby.”
He reaches out, his calloused fingers circling your wetness through your underwear, causing you to squirm.
“Please… please touch me,” you whimper out as your head falls back against the pillows, writhing against the covers.
“Tsk, such a cute little thing, begging for me.” He huffs out a laugh as he pulls your thin underwear to the side as he runs his finger through your wet folds.
Your back arches off the bed, tugging roughly at the lights above you, as Christopher finally gives your friction where you’ve been craving it the most.
Your movements only egg him on, his movements spreading up as he watches your face contorted in pleasure. He slacks his jaw as he slips two of his rough fingers inside you, acting shocked.
“Look at you, taking my fingers so well baby,” he coos, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh, “Think you can handle more, Angel?”
“Mhm…”
Chris smirks at you as he inserts a third finger, scissoring you open. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your heat.
“You’re so pretty like this, tied up and completely at my mercy.” He continues to press soft kisses to your thighs.
You feel the heat in your belly pool as your orgasm builds, your soft moans getting higher in pitch, causing the man between your legs to smirk, pulling his fingers out of you.
“N-No! Chris!” You whine, tugging at your restraints.
“Shh, angel, I’m not done…,” he murmurs as he leans in, his tongue darting out to taste you.
“O-oh, fuck…,” your mouth falls open in a moan, stars already dancing behind your eyelids.
He continues to lap at your folds, plunging his fingers back into your wet heat, as they work in tandem. You keep pulling at your restraints wanting nothing to tug at his hair, you look down at the dark haired man, only to be met with him staring back at you, innocently.
“I’m.. I'm close, please…,“ you plead with him, as the heat in your belly starts to rise again.
He moans against your core as he hears the words leave your mouth, adding a third finger curling them and hitting just the right spot as he sucks at your bundle of nerves.
The band in your belly snaps, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm crashes over you with a loud moan of his name. He hums against your core as he pulls back, smiling down at you.
He kisses his way up your body, before kissing you softly, tasting yourself on him.
“You did so well, baby,” he coos as he undoes the lights from around your wrist, massaging them slightly. “You should surprise me more often after work,” he chuckles softly.
As he helps you untangle from the string lights, he notices something off about the lights, as he holds up the end that’s meant to plug into the wall, laughing.
Pairing: Ghostface!Hongjoong x Female Reader, Brief Seonghwa x Reader, Brief San x Reader.
Summary: Hongjoong was in love with you and he’d kill to have a chance with you.
WC: 2.4K
AU: Non-Idol! Hongjoong, brief College! AU
Genre: Horror, Smut
Warning(s): Smut! MDNI; use of Knives/knife kink, Mask Kink, Degradation and Praise, Yandere!Hongjoong, name calling, unprotected sex (yes, just as scary, wrap it!), pet names (baby, doll), name calling, swearing, talks of crime scenes/bodies - no graphic descriptions
A/N: Happy Halloween, Loves! I couldn't think of a better way to finish the season than with captain himself. Thank you to my beta readers @bunnliix and @potatomountain for helping me out here!
Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society
Tag List: @bethelighthalazia @a---shura @kpop---scenarios @autieofthevalley @rems-writing @skzdust (send me an ask if you'd like to be added!)
Kinktober & Flufftober Masterlist
The wind picked up as you walked through the neighborhood, Halloween was only a few days away and you could definitely tell.
The carved pumpkins on everyone's doorsteps, the goofy inflatables and plastic props sticking out of lawns, and the multicolored leaves on the ground that crunch under your feet as you walk down the street. You were on the way to your friend's house as you were bringing supplies for a party that was meant to happen at his apartment over the weekend.
Knocking on his door, you didn’t get a response, you opted to shoot him a text.
“Hey loser, you said you were home, where are you?” you sent the message to him not long after the door swings open and he’s drying off his hair.
“Sorry, I had to take a shower - I just got back from the gym and I was uh.. pretty gross,” he admits to you. You roll your eyes and brush past him sitting the bags on his kitchen island.
“Of everyone,” you paused looking up at your friend, “Why did you opt to host the party Joong?” You chuckle as he approaches you. “You don't really seem like the type to go to parties, plus we need some decorations, Man!”
He laughs as he tosses the towel to the side “I don’t go to parties, plus this is just a few people - i’ll manage,” he smirks as he leans against the counter.
It was Friday night, all of your friends pile into Hongjoong’s apartment, some of the guys had started to to drink and make unholy liquor concoctions as you try to set up the snacks for the night and just as the last attendee comes in Hongjoong walks out of his room pulling a shirt over his head.
“Wait, Where’s Seonghwa?” one of the others perked up.
“He’s usually never late,” you add, looking defeated, you had been hoping to catch him here because in the days leading up to the party the two of you had been exchanging flirtatious glances and witty comments. Maybe you’d even get lucky when no one was looking.
“Maybe he got caught up at work or something,” Hongjoong shrugs, not paying too much mind to the situation as he flops down on the couch setting up the movies for the night. “Scream marathon anyone?” He looks over at the group of his friends.
“I don’t really do scary movies, Joong…,” you say softly, before he has the chance to respond, San smiles at you.
“You can cling on to me as you need to, I’ll protect you,” he says confidently with a smirk.
Hongjoong could feel his blood boil, who did these guys think they were? You were his and he wasn't going to fight anyone for you, but on the outside he remained expressionless, huffing out a response he turned back to the TV pressing play on the movie.
After a few drinks, you settled back into San’s touch, his broad shoulders providing a comfortable back board to rest against. Across the room, Hongjoong settles into his spot on the sofa as he steals glances at you and San, his blood presure rising with each passing moment he sighs to himself, “Who gives a fuck about these movies,” he mutters under his breath as he gets up to go pour himself yet another drink.
He’d had an alternative to his party, getting you all to himself. He’d spent months pinning over you, doing anything he could to get you close to him, so when your sights got set on Seonghwa he felt betrayed, crushed, and even used. Hongjoong knew there was only one solution, after all - Seonghwa was the campus nerd, who would really miss him if that meant Hongjoong had what he wanted, no, needed. You.
San excuses himself so he can get some fresh air and attempt to sober up, he makes his way outside. Just as San slips out of the back door Hongjoong follows him.
“Oh hey man, i did-,” San doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence Hongjoong swings, punching San in his face. “What the fuck man?!” he yells out covering his nose
“Listen here bastard,” Hongjoong grits out “Anyone who flirts with Y/N… they go missing” Hongjoong locks eyes with the younger man. “Why do you think Seonghwa isn’t here?” He smiles wickedly, “She’s mine.”
It’d been about 45 minutes, San nowhere in sight, and now that you think about it - Where did Hongjoong go? Your eyelids were growing heavy so you tried to pay no mind to it until you heard Wooyoung gasp as he reached to pause the movie.
“Fucking, Seonghwa’s dead?!” He screeches out looking at his phone. You immediately shot up off the couch as silence fell over the friend group as they all focused their attention on him, he tapped on the news article.
“The victim was found this afternoon near his college dorm, police later identifying him as Park Seong-Hwa, a 26 year old college student, the police have not pinpointed a suspect at this time, all that was left behind at the crime scene was a note saying ‘Don’t blame the movies.’ Investigators believe the suspect could be a ‘copycat’ killer of the popular character ‘Ghostface’ from the Scream franchise, More updates as they are released.”
“I… I’m gonna step outside,” you whisper, you needed a mental breather, this was a lot to take in so you picked up your drink, making your way out to the back yard. Just as you step off to the side of the house you hear rustling, Looking up you first see San’s white t shirt, now stained your eyes naturally following the figure leaned over him which caused you to freeze, it was the man you’d just read about - a man dressed as ghostface, holding a knife and you couldn’t bring yourself to scream.
“What's the matter y/n?.. You look like you’ve seen a Ghost.” the masked figure lulls back at you.
“H-Hongjoong?.. Is that.. No, no no no,” you stammer out backing up from him but before you have the option to run he reaches out, grabbing you by shirt, pulling you to him, you stare back at him - rather the mesh covering his eyes - as your breathing picks up.
“Don’t you dare scream, understand me?” he tuts at you. All you can seem to do is nod at him.
Behind his mask all he can do is smirk “This is your fault baby, If you hadn’t been such a shameless slut, your friends would still be alive wouldn’t they?” He laughs spinning you around so your back now faces him as he brings the blood covered kitchen knife up to your throat, causing you to swallow thickly. “Y/n.. You’re gonna get your ass back in that house and pretend like you saw nothing, and maybe if for a change you’re a good girl..,” he coos, “You’ll get to live, yeah?” you nod softly.
You walk back into the house, by this point you realize everyone left, after getting the unsettling news regarding Seonghwa it puts a damper on the evening's festivities. You look around the living room noticing the absence of your friends, you breathe out a sigh of relief, slumping over the back of the couch as tears fall down your face, you are terrified and upset. You couldn’t help it, through your sobs you fail to notice the door opening behind you.
“What's the matter baby?” He coos at you, causing you to jump.
“Joong please…This isn’t you.. Is it the stupid fucking movies?” you hiss at him.
He smiles wickedly at you, “Baby..,” he walks up to you, holding onto your hips firmly, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. “Those movies didn’t create me, they only gave me more creative ideas,” he smirks.
You stare back at him, San’s blood now dried on his face, now serving as a lingering memory of him. Hongjoong sees this, taking the tip of the knife, gently bringing your attention back to him, careful not to break skin.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he smirks, “He doesnt matter anymore, you’re mine - understood?” He can smell the fear as your tear-filled eyes stare back, the words caught in your throat.
“O-okay..,” you squeak out.
A sadistic smile spreads across his face as he lets you go, causing you to fall back onto the couch. “You know baby, you look so pretty like this…,” His knife runs down your clothed body, stopping at the top of your pants.
“You look terrified but you’re probably so fucking wet..,“ he chuckles out, and you couldn’t lie to yourself, this was a new side of him and you weren’t sure what it was but everytime his knife ghosted your skin, you felt yourself clench around nothing.
“Hongjoong… Why.. what did they do..,” you choke out, maintaining eye contact with his masked face.
“They got too close to what was rightfully mine,” He says sternly “and I can’t share you baby,” he smirks as one hand grips your waist as the other finds the button to your jeans
“Won't you be mine, Doll?” his face leans closer to yours, “you’ll never have to worry again,” he coos in your ear as you feel the button pop on your pants. “Because anyone who gets near you.. I’ll make them disappear.” he spits as his hand finds the wet spot on your underwear. “Seems I'm right… shameless fucking whore…” he snarls.
Your body seemingly betrays you as you moan out, arching into his touch, “H-Hongjoong, What are you doing?” You look up at the masked man. You get no response and he hurriedly removes your jeans, tossing them to the side.
“This entire time you’ve been sitting here, putting on a show for me, when in reality you like this..,” His knife grazes your clothed pussy causing a shiver to run down your spine.
“Joongie… please,” you squirm under his gaze.
“A pussy so pretty I should mark my initials on it.. Let everyone know you belong only to me,” He punctuated as he used his blade to cut through the thin material of your underwear, eliciting a gasp from you as your underwear fell to the side leaving you exposed, his words only fueling your desire more.
Hongjoong drops to his knees in front of you removing the now useless fabric as he presses soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, making you squirm. He gives no warning before he latches onto your sensitive nub, causing you to arch into him immediately. He works his tongue expertly as you writhe beneath him, his arms coming up to wrap around your thighs in an attempt to make you stay still.
“J-Joong - ah fuck - feels so good,” you breathe out as your hand tangles in his hair. He smirks against your dripping cunt.
“That’s it Doll, lose yourself in me…,” he lulls out as he slips two fingers into you as he scissors you open with his fingers, you feel a heat building in your stomach, and he can tell by the way you flutter around his fingers. His tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring you closer and closer and just as that band in your stomach is about to snap you feel him pull his fingers out and release your cunt with a soft pop.
“Fu-Fuck, Joong! No!” you whine out at him.
“Shh… I’d never leave my baby unsatisfied…,” he chuckles at you, standing back up he pulls you up to eye level with him. “There you are…,” he coos, resting a hand on your cheek before it moves to find purchase in your hair, his grip tightening to an almost painful level as he uses his grip to pull you with him as he sits down on the couch, dragging you down to straddle his lap.
“This is better, hmm?” His voice sounds almost condescending as he rolls his hips against yours as you whimper. “Hongjoong…pl-please.”
“Oh doll… I know you can do better than that.” you can hear the way his voice is coated in pleasure.
“Please, I need you so bad.. I don’t know how much longer I can take this,” you plead with the man, as he grabs the mask he left on the table behind you, slipping it on.
He smirks, making quick work of his pants as he pulls out his aching cock, shuddering at the friction. ”F-fuck doll, you don’t know what you’ve done to me.” he huffs out as he thrust into you causing you both to moan out, you sit there allowing both of you to gather yourselves. You start to rock your hips back and forth as small whimpers leave your mouth, driving him insane. He reached back around, grabbing at your hair and yanking it forcing your head back as a low moan escaped you. He looked up at you with hungry eyes, watching the faces you made. “That's my doll, look at you, making such pretty noises for me - ah- not gonna last like this,” he cries out, his hand sneaks between your bodies, finding your clit, rubbing it in small circles causing you to cry out.
“That’s it doll… I’ve got you,” He coos as his thrust picks up speed to match his fingers as that band in your belly starts to form again. “Show me how much you love what I do to you, how much I have done for you…,” he growls at you, causing that band to snap, you cry out his name as you clench around him. At the same time his release coats your velvet walls as he throws his head back, he holds you in place as you both ride out your highs together.
As the fog in your brain clears, you look back at the masked man, you reach up, slowly taking it off him. He’s already staring back at you which causes you to flinch slightly, causing him to smile. He reaches up, moving strands of hair out of your face.
“No one else makes me feel this way,” he says softly, “you could rip my heart out of my chest and I’d still adore you,” you stare back at him, the Hongjoong you knew slipping back into your grasp. You reached up to caress his face, smiling softly.
“I wanna hear you say it,” he asks, barely above a whisper.
Pairing: Ghostface!Hongjoong x Female Reader, Brief Seonghwa x Reader, Brief San x Reader.
Summary: Hongjoong was in love with you and he’d kill to have a chance with you.
WC: 2.4K
AU: Non-Idol! Hongjoong, brief College! AU
Genre: Horror, Smut
Warning(s): Smut! MDNI; use of Knives/knife kink, Mask Kink, Degradation and Praise, Yandere!Hongjoong, name calling, unprotected sex (yes, just as scary, wrap it!), pet names (baby, doll), name calling, swearing, talks of crime scenes/bodies - no graphic descriptions
A/N: Happy Halloween, Loves! I couldn't think of a better way to finish the season than with captain himself. Thank you to my beta readers @bunnliix and @potatomountain for helping me out here!
Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society
Tag List: @bethelighthalazia @a---shura @kpop---scenarios @autieofthevalley @rems-writing @skzdust (send me an ask if you'd like to be added!)
Kinktober & Flufftober Masterlist
The wind picked up as you walked through the neighborhood, Halloween was only a few days away and you could definitely tell.
The carved pumpkins on everyone's doorsteps, the goofy inflatables and plastic props sticking out of lawns, and the multicolored leaves on the ground that crunch under your feet as you walk down the street. You were on the way to your friend's house as you were bringing supplies for a party that was meant to happen at his apartment over the weekend.
Knocking on his door, you didn’t get a response, you opted to shoot him a text.
“Hey loser, you said you were home, where are you?” you sent the message to him not long after the door swings open and he’s drying off his hair.
“Sorry, I had to take a shower - I just got back from the gym and I was uh.. pretty gross,” he admits to you. You roll your eyes and brush past him sitting the bags on his kitchen island.
“Of everyone,” you paused looking up at your friend, “Why did you opt to host the party Joong?” You chuckle as he approaches you. “You don't really seem like the type to go to parties, plus we need some decorations, Man!”
He laughs as he tosses the towel to the side “I don’t go to parties, plus this is just a few people - i’ll manage,” he smirks as he leans against the counter.
It was Friday night, all of your friends pile into Hongjoong’s apartment, some of the guys had started to to drink and make unholy liquor concoctions as you try to set up the snacks for the night and just as the last attendee comes in Hongjoong walks out of his room pulling a shirt over his head.
“Wait, Where’s Seonghwa?” one of the others perked up.
“He’s usually never late,” you add, looking defeated, you had been hoping to catch him here because in the days leading up to the party the two of you had been exchanging flirtatious glances and witty comments. Maybe you’d even get lucky when no one was looking.
“Maybe he got caught up at work or something,” Hongjoong shrugs, not paying too much mind to the situation as he flops down on the couch setting up the movies for the night. “Scream marathon anyone?” He looks over at the group of his friends.
“I don’t really do scary movies, Joong…,” you say softly, before he has the chance to respond, San smiles at you.
“You can cling on to me as you need to, I’ll protect you,” he says confidently with a smirk.
Hongjoong could feel his blood boil, who did these guys think they were? You were his and he wasn't going to fight anyone for you, but on the outside he remained expressionless, huffing out a response he turned back to the TV pressing play on the movie.
After a few drinks, you settled back into San’s touch, his broad shoulders providing a comfortable back board to rest against. Across the room, Hongjoong settles into his spot on the sofa as he steals glances at you and San, his blood presure rising with each passing moment he sighs to himself, “Who gives a fuck about these movies,” he mutters under his breath as he gets up to go pour himself yet another drink.
He’d had an alternative to his party, getting you all to himself. He’d spent months pinning over you, doing anything he could to get you close to him, so when your sights got set on Seonghwa he felt betrayed, crushed, and even used. Hongjoong knew there was only one solution, after all - Seonghwa was the campus nerd, who would really miss him if that meant Hongjoong had what he wanted, no, needed. You.
San excuses himself so he can get some fresh air and attempt to sober up, he makes his way outside. Just as San slips out of the back door Hongjoong follows him.
“Oh hey man, i did-,” San doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence Hongjoong swings, punching San in his face. “What the fuck man?!” he yells out covering his nose
“Listen here bastard,” Hongjoong grits out “Anyone who flirts with Y/N… they go missing” Hongjoong locks eyes with the younger man. “Why do you think Seonghwa isn’t here?” He smiles wickedly, “She’s mine.”
It’d been about 45 minutes, San nowhere in sight, and now that you think about it - Where did Hongjoong go? Your eyelids were growing heavy so you tried to pay no mind to it until you heard Wooyoung gasp as he reached to pause the movie.
“Fucking, Seonghwa’s dead?!” He screeches out looking at his phone. You immediately shot up off the couch as silence fell over the friend group as they all focused their attention on him, he tapped on the news article.
“The victim was found this afternoon near his college dorm, police later identifying him as Park Seong-Hwa, a 26 year old college student, the police have not pinpointed a suspect at this time, all that was left behind at the crime scene was a note saying ‘Don’t blame the movies.’ Investigators believe the suspect could be a ‘copycat’ killer of the popular character ‘Ghostface’ from the Scream franchise, More updates as they are released.”
“I… I’m gonna step outside,” you whisper, you needed a mental breather, this was a lot to take in so you picked up your drink, making your way out to the back yard. Just as you step off to the side of the house you hear rustling, Looking up you first see San’s white t shirt, now stained your eyes naturally following the figure leaned over him which caused you to freeze, it was the man you’d just read about - a man dressed as ghostface, holding a knife and you couldn’t bring yourself to scream.
“What's the matter y/n?.. You look like you’ve seen a Ghost.” the masked figure lulls back at you.
“H-Hongjoong?.. Is that.. No, no no no,” you stammer out backing up from him but before you have the option to run he reaches out, grabbing you by shirt, pulling you to him, you stare back at him - rather the mesh covering his eyes - as your breathing picks up.
“Don’t you dare scream, understand me?” he tuts at you. All you can seem to do is nod at him.
Behind his mask all he can do is smirk “This is your fault baby, If you hadn’t been such a shameless slut, your friends would still be alive wouldn’t they?” He laughs spinning you around so your back now faces him as he brings the blood covered kitchen knife up to your throat, causing you to swallow thickly. “Y/n.. You’re gonna get your ass back in that house and pretend like you saw nothing, and maybe if for a change you’re a good girl..,” he coos, “You’ll get to live, yeah?” you nod softly.
You walk back into the house, by this point you realize everyone left, after getting the unsettling news regarding Seonghwa it puts a damper on the evening's festivities. You look around the living room noticing the absence of your friends, you breathe out a sigh of relief, slumping over the back of the couch as tears fall down your face, you are terrified and upset. You couldn’t help it, through your sobs you fail to notice the door opening behind you.
“What's the matter baby?” He coos at you, causing you to jump.
“Joong please…This isn’t you.. Is it the stupid fucking movies?” you hiss at him.
He smiles wickedly at you, “Baby..,” he walks up to you, holding onto your hips firmly, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. “Those movies didn’t create me, they only gave me more creative ideas,” he smirks.
You stare back at him, San’s blood now dried on his face, now serving as a lingering memory of him. Hongjoong sees this, taking the tip of the knife, gently bringing your attention back to him, careful not to break skin.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he smirks, “He doesnt matter anymore, you’re mine - understood?” He can smell the fear as your tear-filled eyes stare back, the words caught in your throat.
“O-okay..,” you squeak out.
A sadistic smile spreads across his face as he lets you go, causing you to fall back onto the couch. “You know baby, you look so pretty like this…,” His knife runs down your clothed body, stopping at the top of your pants.
“You look terrified but you’re probably so fucking wet..,“ he chuckles out, and you couldn’t lie to yourself, this was a new side of him and you weren’t sure what it was but everytime his knife ghosted your skin, you felt yourself clench around nothing.
“Hongjoong… Why.. what did they do..,” you choke out, maintaining eye contact with his masked face.
“They got too close to what was rightfully mine,” He says sternly “and I can’t share you baby,” he smirks as one hand grips your waist as the other finds the button to your jeans
“Won't you be mine, Doll?” his face leans closer to yours, “you’ll never have to worry again,” he coos in your ear as you feel the button pop on your pants. “Because anyone who gets near you.. I’ll make them disappear.” he spits as his hand finds the wet spot on your underwear. “Seems I'm right… shameless fucking whore…” he snarls.
Your body seemingly betrays you as you moan out, arching into his touch, “H-Hongjoong, What are you doing?” You look up at the masked man. You get no response and he hurriedly removes your jeans, tossing them to the side.
“This entire time you’ve been sitting here, putting on a show for me, when in reality you like this..,” His knife grazes your clothed pussy causing a shiver to run down your spine.
“Joongie… please,” you squirm under his gaze.
“A pussy so pretty I should mark my initials on it.. Let everyone know you belong only to me,” He punctuated as he used his blade to cut through the thin material of your underwear, eliciting a gasp from you as your underwear fell to the side leaving you exposed, his words only fueling your desire more.
Hongjoong drops to his knees in front of you removing the now useless fabric as he presses soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, making you squirm. He gives no warning before he latches onto your sensitive nub, causing you to arch into him immediately. He works his tongue expertly as you writhe beneath him, his arms coming up to wrap around your thighs in an attempt to make you stay still.
“J-Joong - ah fuck - feels so good,” you breathe out as your hand tangles in his hair. He smirks against your dripping cunt.
“That’s it Doll, lose yourself in me…,” he lulls out as he slips two fingers into you as he scissors you open with his fingers, you feel a heat building in your stomach, and he can tell by the way you flutter around his fingers. His tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring you closer and closer and just as that band in your stomach is about to snap you feel him pull his fingers out and release your cunt with a soft pop.
“Fu-Fuck, Joong! No!” you whine out at him.
“Shh… I’d never leave my baby unsatisfied…,” he chuckles at you, standing back up he pulls you up to eye level with him. “There you are…,” he coos, resting a hand on your cheek before it moves to find purchase in your hair, his grip tightening to an almost painful level as he uses his grip to pull you with him as he sits down on the couch, dragging you down to straddle his lap.
“This is better, hmm?” His voice sounds almost condescending as he rolls his hips against yours as you whimper. “Hongjoong…pl-please.”
“Oh doll… I know you can do better than that.” you can hear the way his voice is coated in pleasure.
“Please, I need you so bad.. I don’t know how much longer I can take this,” you plead with the man, as he grabs the mask he left on the table behind you, slipping it on.
He smirks, making quick work of his pants as he pulls out his aching cock, shuddering at the friction. ”F-fuck doll, you don’t know what you’ve done to me.” he huffs out as he thrust into you causing you both to moan out, you sit there allowing both of you to gather yourselves. You start to rock your hips back and forth as small whimpers leave your mouth, driving him insane. He reached back around, grabbing at your hair and yanking it forcing your head back as a low moan escaped you. He looked up at you with hungry eyes, watching the faces you made. “That's my doll, look at you, making such pretty noises for me - ah- not gonna last like this,” he cries out, his hand sneaks between your bodies, finding your clit, rubbing it in small circles causing you to cry out.
“That’s it doll… I’ve got you,” He coos as his thrust picks up speed to match his fingers as that band in your belly starts to form again. “Show me how much you love what I do to you, how much I have done for you…,” he growls at you, causing that band to snap, you cry out his name as you clench around him. At the same time his release coats your velvet walls as he throws his head back, he holds you in place as you both ride out your highs together.
As the fog in your brain clears, you look back at the masked man, you reach up, slowly taking it off him. He’s already staring back at you which causes you to flinch slightly, causing him to smile. He reaches up, moving strands of hair out of your face.
“No one else makes me feel this way,” he says softly, “you could rip my heart out of my chest and I’d still adore you,” you stare back at him, the Hongjoong you knew slipping back into your grasp. You reached up to caress his face, smiling softly.
“I wanna hear you say it,” he asks, barely above a whisper.
Summary: It’d been forever since you stepped into a church, but after one too many life altering events, a friend suggested confessing as a last resort, and it turns out you got more than you prayed for.
WC: 2.6k
AU: Religion! Au
Genre: smidgen of Angst, Smutty smut smut smut, porn with plot
Warning(s): Smut! MDNI! priest kink went brrrrr with this man, dacryphilia, impact play, lotttsss of degradation, lil bit of praise, discussion of religion and blasphemous acts, reader can be a bit of a smartass, unprotected sex (that's not very holy… wrap it up) - sorry if i'm missing anything!
A/N: Well, I wont ever see Heaven after this. Thank you to @bunnliix for the proofread and help on this one, also @skzdust for you Catholicism knowledge, big shout out to @kpop---scenarios for the title!
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It felt like one thing after another, your fiancé ran away with their co-worker and work had eliminated your position, and you’d lost what was supposed to be a lifelong friend in the process, it felt like something was out to get you. You’d tried everything to help clear any negative thoughts with every feasible solution you’d been recommended when searching the internet.
Journaling? Didn’t work - after you’d nearly jammed the pen through one of the books writing all the warning signs down after your fiancé left, and ruined another with tears talking about your friend.
Yoga and Meditation? Nope, after 3 sessions you decided being alone with your thoughts was definitely not the route you wanted to take.
Blasting your favorite songs? It worked… until the song you were going to use as your first dance at your wedding came on. Your speaker went through the open window right before you cried yourself to sleep that night.
Which brings you to today, a group of your friends had decided to invite you out to lunch, the first time you’d really seen the world had set its sights on you.
“Oh sweetheart…,” your friend cooed at you across the table, it sounded like she was mocking you at first, despite you knowing she wasn’t, you weren’t convinced she had an evil bone in her body. “Listen… I know it isn’t usually your thing, but.. Have you thought about church? Or even going to confessionals? They don’t really talk to you, the priest just listens…. Once you're done he offers solutions and if you use them, great. If not, no harm no foul?” she shrugs her shoulders unsure of her own words to you.
You contemplated for a minute “You’re right it isn’t my thing, I don't really get how sitting next to a stranger who’s whole personality is religious context, talking to him like you’re talking to air…but if it works for you, that's great… for you,” You, admittedly a little harsh, reply back to her.
Late one night you’d sat on your bed looking for jobs on your laptop, and with every passing one you’d grown more frustrated, you either didn’t have matching qualifications, they wanted a better degree or they weren’t even paying a livable wage.
“Fuck this,” you huff out as you close your laptop, shoving it off your lap and fall back in bed. You’d pull your hoodie over your face as you listen to the sound of rainfall hit your apartment window and your friends' words ring back in your brain, what else did you really have to lose? Talking to a stranger who knows nothing about you and would likely never see you again, huffing you get dressed and head over to your local church.
Walking in, you take note of the admittedly beautiful surroundings, stained glass windows, marble statues, all of it was cloaked in darkness as night had fallen, but the moon light cascaded through the windows beautifully.
You took a moment to look around, familiarizing yourself with your surroundings as it had been years since you’d entered a church. Wooden pews, rich velvet red floors, as dated as it may look, it was beautiful.
It wasn’t long before your eyes fell on the confessional, a wooden box in the far corner of the room, sighing to yourself, you walked toward it. You slowly reach for the handle and open the door, you sit down in the booth as the silence is suddenly so loud.
“What brings you here, Child?” A male voice spoke from the otherside of the grate.
Startled, you respond as calmly as you can. “I-I’m down on my luck and a friend suggested this… I’m hoping you can listen or help?”
The man spoke up once again “Very well, you may proceed.”
With a heavy sigh you proceed to recount the last few months of troubles to the man, feeling yourself getting angry and the tone shift slightly. You feel like you can dig your nails into the laminated wood you sat on, that same grit showing up in the way you speak.
“Easy child...” the man lulls out at you “There's no need to speak with such venom.”
The tone of his voice admittedly going straight to your core, but why? You don’t know anything about the young priest on the other side, other than exactly that, a young man who has devoted his life to the church, are you really that insane?
“Sorry sir -”
“Please, refer to me as father, Father Yunho,” He cuts you off.
“Sorry Father…” you manage to say back, a calmness washing over your voice as you try to push those thoughts to the back of your mind.
“Father, please help.” you whine out, feeling frustrated “I am at the end of my rope and nothing seems to be working,” you admit.
“I see… is that all you’d like to confess, child? I have a feeling there is more,” he all but whispers.
The way his words fall from his mouth has you pushing your thighs together, his voice was as velvety as the floors of his church, delicate yet demanding.
“N-no father,” you say, barely above a whisper, when you hear a small chuckle on the other side.
“Very well, I sense that you need to reflect on yourself and perhaps your relationship with our savior, putting your faith in him may guide you to the path you are seeking,” he retorts back at you.
“Thank you Father.. For listening and.. Helping,” you sound pitiful, you felt as if you were about to cry
“If you feel the need to come back to confess anything further, I’m always here child.” he said back to you, his tone calm but with a hidden undertone to it that you couldn’t quite discern.
It had been a few weeks since you’d gone to visit Yunho, and out of everything you confessed that night, the one thing that stuck with you was the sound of his voice.
The way it flowed like warm honey wouldn’t leave your head, what would your name sound like falling from those lips, the noises he’d make, maybe even… No, stop, he's a priest, he was there to listen and guide you and now all you can think about is the noises you could make him elicit.
You’d laid there, it’d been a rough day as several more rejection emails clogged your inbox, you think back to the young priest's words, full of encouragement - but the more they replayed the more you stirred, your hand guiding its way down your body, “Father please…” you’d softly moaned out as your hand dips into your shorts.
It had felt like the universe had given you a break, you’d been given a job offer, and a nice one at that, could this have been the divine intervention the young priest was talking about?
Despite the feeling of gratitude, and things looking up - there was still one thing in the back of your head.
Father Yunho.
You found yourself back in the walls of the church late one evening, you’d just come from your first day of work and since the church was on the way home you wanted to stop in, if nothing else to pay your respects and close this chapter of your life.
You’d sat down on the cold bench in the confessional. “Father Yunho? Are you there?”
“Oh it’s you again,” he speaks softly. He remembered me? “Is everything okay?”
That damn voice, the way it seeps out of his mouth, the way it makes you think the unholiest thoughts in the holiest of places.
“Y-yes… well yes and no,” you say to him “I was able to find a job, Today was my first day actually, I wanted to stop in and say thank you…’ you trailed off
“And?” the young priest smirks to himself, he knows something else has brought you back - no one comes to confess a warm hearted thank you. “I feel as if there is still something you are withholding, child.”
“Please, call me Y/N…” you muster, trying to change the subject.
“Very well, Y/n,” he says, “Please, I will not force you but how can I help you if you do not confess what is plaguing you?”
Damn it. He has you cornered, you can’t back out of this now.
“F-Father, please forgive me, but I.. I have sinned,” you whimper out. “Since the last time we spoke I.. I can’t stop thinking of you.” you confess to the young man sitting across the partition from you.
“Thinking of me? Thinking of me, how?” he asked you.
“I-” you choke on your own words, “Late at night.. When I replay your words, they start as encouragement and then I can’t help but think of what other sounds you can make.. I..” you look at the floor, embarrassed by your own confession, across the partition Yunho's face is getting hotter, and embarrassingly enough to him, his pants are getting tighter.
When Yunho took the oath to be a faithful leader for Christ on the altar in this very church he made many vows, including celibacy, which never affected him until now. You, a seemingly innocent individual, came to him for advice, advice he was happy to offer to you, and now sitting across from you as you recount the blasphemous things you’d done while thinking about him, had made him feel things he’d never felt before.
“Y/n, Pl-Please,” Yunho whined out
“I’m so sorry Father… I feel so ashamed at the amount of times I've gotten off to just the mere thought of your voice…” you feel the tears well up in your eyes.
Yunho is sat across from you and with every whimper and sob he feels it go straight to his dick, painfully aware of just how bad he’s affected you, as it’s now affecting him.
“Y-Y/n.. Please.. I…” he breathes out as his head tilts back against the confessional as he tries to push the thoughts out of his head, but now all he can think about is your tear stained face begging for forgiveness and he lets out a low moan.
“Father are you… are you okay,” you lift your head to look at the mesh partition as if it were him. “I’m sorry if I…If i said too much.”
“Such- ah- filth should be reprimanded,” Yunho says through gritted teeth.
The sound goes straight to your core, causing you to press your thighs together in response.
“Father I -” Your words were cut short by the confessional door swinging open, leaving you face to face with the young priest.
“You come into the house of Christ with such a perverted mouth and expect me to let you walk away?” He spat at you.”You are beyond saving Child,” as he pulls you out of the confessional and pushes you onto a nearby pew, leaving you shocked.
“The likes of you should be punished” he sits next to you and pulls you over his lap eliciting a yelp from you. His large hand comes down on your ass, the sound echoing through the church, causing you to cry out.
“Quiet, you’ll take the punishment as penance for your sins, understood?” You let out a muffled sob “Now, Count.”
“One..” spank “T-Two,” spank “Th-Three,” you cry out as Yunho's broad hand comes down on your ass, tears rolling down your face.
“Such a waste of obedience in such a disobedient slut,” he says to you, gently massaging your asscheek from the smacks.
“On your Knees,” you quickly move to place yourself on the ground. “Years ago, I vowed to Christ I would serve him in all his glory, I vowed obedience, poverty and celibacy.. And then my only thanks is to be sent a filthy slut to break me of those vows.” he spits as he removes his robe, and makes quick work of his belt. You sat back watching his every move, eyes eventually finding the tent that had been forming in his slacks.
“Father.. Please… please forgive me,” you sob up at him. “Quiet, you’ll speak when spoken too, understand?” he looks down at you. “Yes, Father” you squeak out as he smirks. “That’s better…” he reaches out to cup your face, wiping the stray tear away. ‘Now, why don’t you put this pretty mouth to good use?” he coos at you, tracing your lower lip with his thumb.
Leaning back, he pulls out his aching cock, you lean forward and give him and give him a couple experimental pumps, which draws a beautiful noise out of the taller man before taking him completely in your mouth.
The warm wet feeling has him in shambles, he’s putting all of his focus into not cumming down your throat immediately as you expertly work his length, his hand finding your hair as he attempts to take control of the situation.
“There you go…” He lulls out, as his mouth drops open, as an unfamiliar pit starts forming in the pit of his stomach. He can feel it building as you bob your head up and down his cock, his grip on your hair tightening as he feels himself getting close, he pulls you away from him, using the hand in your hair to make you look up at him. Drool trailing out of your mouth as you look at him with slightly glassy eyes.
Looking at you, a switch flips in his mind, “So pretty, so obedient for me,” he says barely above a whisper as a smirk forms on his face. “Up, I’m not finished with you,” he pulls you to your feet as he stands up, leading you up to the altar, he forces you over it as he kicks your feet apart, he reaches for your hair, pulling it forcing it to look up. In front of you is a large marble statue of Christ.
“To make sure you know just what you’ve done, I want you to see him,” he says sternly as tears well in your eyes again, before you can form a reply you feel Yunho’s cock slide into you, bottoming out rather quickly. The young priest throws his head back as his fingertips dig into your hip, causing you both to moan. Yunho pulls out slowly before ramming himself back into you, setting a rough pace.
“Father.. P-Please” you beg as his grip on your hair tightens. “F-uck please.. I can’t last much longer like this, Father please,” tears stream down your face as you stare at the marble statue in front of you.
“Not my favorite sinner begging for forgiveness now” he quips at you, his pace slowing down “Tell me exactly why I should forgive you for the sin you’ve brought into this church? Before our Lord and savior?” He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust. “How pathetic, now you’re crying?” he smirks as he pulls you back, body flush with his “Go on, let go.. Show me how much you really are sorry,” He coos in your ear.
“Father - I.. I” your mind goes blank, your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks with one final thrust from Yunho, his name falling from your lips like hymns on a Sunday morning, he lets go of your hair, causing you to fall forward onto the altar as he pulls out of you, painting your back in his seed. The feeling of his seed on your back makes you shudder, the aftershocks of your orgasm pulling the energy out of you as you lay on the altar. Catching his breath, Yunho looks down at you, covered in his release and smirks.
”Whoever conceals their sins, does not prosper,” He breathes out “but one who confesses it finds mercy.”
Summary: You’d seen the “paint and sip” trend on tik tok, and you decided to use it as an excuse to have a cozy date with your boyfriend
WC: 819 (Short and Sweet)
AU: Established Relationship
Genre: Fluff
Warning(s): Mentions of Alcohol/Consumption, self doubt, angst if you squint I guess?
A/N: This felt a little rushed, so I hope you all like it! Thank you @bunnliix for proof reading fixing all my mistakes
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It was no secret your boyfriend was an artist.
There were so many days you’d come home from work to find paint brushes from his latest masterpiece soaking in the kitchen sink making sure they didn’t dry on the brushes, or music coming from the spare bedroom as he was locked in on his next painting.
The house was full of paintings he’d given you over the course of your relationship, or just paintings he’d created.
So when you’d been scrolling through Tik Tok one afternoon and came across something called a ‘Paint and Sip’ you needed to tell him immediately.
He’d been out at the studio all day and you took it as an opportunity to sneak out to your local craft store and pick up the supplies.
Wine? Check.
Canvases? Check.
Paints and Brushes? Check.
All that was left was to set it up and order dinner when he got home.
You’d gotten the easels and canvases set up as the door opened to a very exhausted Hyunjin. Just as he looks up he sees you with a grin plastered across your face.
“What's all this?” he makes his way over to you, smiling.
“I got the idea the other day when I was waiting for you to come out of dance practice,” you smile at him, “You and your partner sit across from each other and you paint something, drink wine and show each other at the end.”
He stares at you in awe, his favorite person and his favorite pastime wrapped up into one hell of a night to start his vacation.
“Why don't you go get comfy, I'll order your favorite take out and we can get started?” Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts.
All he can do is smile at you as he rushes off toward your shared room.
You’d just finished setting up the table as he came out of the bedroom.
“so…,“ you started as you looked at him, “I was thinking… since it’s October, we can maybe paint something fall themed?” you asked him.
“How about… a street decorated for Halloween?” he muses.
Your eyes lit up.
“Yes! I love that idea,” you exclaimed as he smiled at you.
You’d always wanted to get involved with Hyunjins hobbies with him, in fact he actively encouraged you whenever you’d expressed interest.
You couldn’t let yourself though…
He was an idol and artist, so all of his hobbies he’d perfected over years.
You’d not taken art since highschool and even then it was okay at best.
You’d never taken formal dance lessons, you’d simply learned to mimic simple choreography from older boy bands.
It’s not that you didn’t want to, you didn’t feel as good as he was and didn’t want to embarrass him, or have him think less of you.
You’d sat down across from your boyfriend and started to paint.
You talked about a little bit of everything from your work, how the paint wasn't painting the way you’d thought, your future together.
He seemed distracted however
You’d occasionally look over at him and you’d meet his gaze, causing you to blush and look away from him.
You weren't sure if it was the wine or just being around him making you feel like a schoolgirl.
“What is it?” you giggle at him.
“Oh nothing…,” He looks back at his canvas, swiping away at it as he smiles.
“Okay…,” you say as you paint your little signature at the bottom of your painting
“1…2…3!”
You both flip your paintings around and to no surprise, his was gorgeous.
A street with leaves of different colors, street lights, and adorable halloween decorations.
This time? You didn’t feel inadequate. You smiled and laughed at how terribly adorable yours was.
Which caused him to giggle, and he looked at you fondly.
“Do you see it?” he says softly.
You look at his painting a little closer and you feel a familiar sense about his painting but can’t quite place it.
“Remember, our first date?” he looks at you.
“How could I ever forget?” you reply, smiling fondly at him.
Then this should look really familiar because…” He trails off.
“This is the coffee shop you burned your mouth on hot chocolate in,” he points to the building closest to him in the painting.
“I tried painting the rest of it from memory,” he says softly, “I’ll never forget the way your face lit up at all the decorations,” he smiles softly.
You feel yourself get teary eyed, you’d never once doubted the way he felt about you or your relationship.
This only confirmed it.
Confirmed your love for him.
“Hyunjin…You… you remember all that?” You look back at him.
“Like it was yesterday,” he looks back at you fondly.
He reaches his hand across the table, taking yours in his.
“Thank you for giving me an excuse to paint my favorite memory.”
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It had been weeks since Seonghwa had left for tour and even though you guys had talked at every opportunity, you missed him. You missed the warmth he brought to bed with him every night, the way he’d hold you close as you slept. Something you found yourself missing was the soft touches of his hands in places you felt like you needed them most.
“Angel, what's on your mind?” He hummed. You’d zoned out in the middle of a video call with him and he caught you staring.
“There isn’t a thought behind those pretty eyes is there?” he chuckled softly as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Sorry Hwa.. Just, I miss you..” you lull out as you try to avoid his gaze.
“I miss you too, baby… Only a few more stops and I'm all yours” He smiles softly at you.
You found yourself attempting to do the impossible, hide from Seonghwa. You had wanted to fly out to surprise him since he’d expressed missing you more than ever. You successfully landed in the states and with a little help from Hongjoong, you were able to score last minute seats, close enough to see him on the stage, but not enough for him to accidentally spot you in the crowd.
You’d stayed mostly out of the loop, on purpose, with tour fancams. You’d missed him too much and as much as you loved seeing him live his wildest dreams and were so incredibly happy to be by his side while he did it, you understood his stage persona.
You’d stumbled upon a fancam one night while you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone. The fancam was of Seonghwa in a gorgeous purple suit, the jacket was open exposing a beautiful lace shirt and then you saw it - the harness. You sat straight up in bed and studied the outfit, the dance, the… everything, every move, the facial expressions.
You’d seen Seonghwa without a shirt, you’d seen him dance and you’d seen his face in the most beautiful throes of pleasure, but seeing them combined? You felt almost faint, laying back against the bed you watched the fancam, over, and over, and over until you felt it being burned into your brain, each time you’d pressed your thighs a little harder together seeking some sort of relief or friction.
You decided to not text Seonghwa, you both were getting adjusted to time zones, and you weren’t sure if he’d gone straight to bed, all that was on your mind was him and the lack of ability to be touched by him.
You’d made your way to the floor, the concert was due to start any moment now and you fit right in with the Atinys singing their hearts out before the concert even started. The lights went down and everyone let out their screams as the boys came out. They performed a wonderful show, holding off on the fancams were worth every second because every plot twist was even more shocking.
You took your eyes off the main stage for a moment as the crowd screamed, turning your attention to the center of the extended stage and you saw him. Seonghwa, drenched in sweat, in his infamous purple suit and you were locked in. Your eyes followed his every movement, the hip thrust upwards off the chair had you clenching around nothing, then you saw it.
He walked around the chair like a hunter cornering his prey and his body glistened, where there was once a lace shirt, was now just that God Forsaken harness. The rest of the show, your eyes followed his every visible move and the way the clothing item hugged his upper torso.
You’d made your way backstage while the members headed to send off, as you made your way into Seonghwa’s dressing room, you sat on the couch awaiting your boyfriend. You stood up, a smirk plastered on your face as you heard the door handle rattle. The door opens revealing an exhausted Seonghwa as he steps into the room he looks up and spots you.
“Angel…?” he speaks softly
“Surprise baby” you chuckle softly back at him, closing the distance between the two of you.
As soon as you’re within arms length he reaches out and pulls you into a hug. “Angel, I've missed you so much” he whispers, hugging you tighter. You nestle your face into his neck, the ever faint smell of his cologne and musk lingering causing you to sigh warmly. He pulls back just enough to kiss you softly.
His kiss grows desperate the longer he has you, his hands moving down to your backside, giving it a firm squeeze, earning a soft moan from you. He uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your arms snake around his neck as he pulls you closer, getting lost in the taste of you.
“Angel…” He breathes out, pulling back from the kiss. “I missed you so much.” He says as he looks in your eyes.
You smirk softly as you stare back at him. “when were you going to tell me about your stage outfit baby?” you speak softly, pulling back to look at him.
“Oh? Did you like it?.. the lace was getting bothersome.. decided to stop wearing it,” he chuckles.
“We both know how sensitive you are Seonghwa.. unless something’s changed?” you lull out as you run your hands down his chest, pausing to lightly pinch his nipple between your thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from him.
‘Aww… are you still sensitive? I bet that leather rubbing against them made them sore, hm?” You tease as you smirk at your boyfriend as he stares back at you, his eyes starting to cloud with lust.
“C'mon Hwa… use your words, want me to make it feel better? Or should I continue to tease you, like the slut you seem to enjoy being?” Something in him broke, the only response he could come up with was a pathetic whine, the noise traveling straight to your core.
“On the couch baby… “ you speak softly as you point toward the leather couch. He spares no time in setting down and pulling you down to sit in his lap.
“Easy baby,” you muse as you lean in, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Seonghwa's fingers dig into your hips as your lips work against his. Your hands tangle in his long locks, Seonghwa’s hips stuttering up to meet yours drawing a soft moan from you both. “Angel, don't do this..please,’ he begs as he looks up at you with his round boba eyes, cock already straining against his pants.
“I'm not doing anything…,” you coo at him with a soft smirk, ”Or is that the problem?” he stares back at you with a small pout on his lips
“T-that one.. need my angel,” he whimpers.
“Hm.. like this baby?” You rock your hips against him and he leans his head back against the couch as he groans, each movement of your hips he matches.
You take the opportunity to latch yourself onto his neck, sucking on his skin leaving blooming spots of pink and purple as melodies of pleasure fell from his lips, your hands sneaking down to find the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath as he writhed beneath you. “Can I take this off you, pretty boy?” you hummed against his skin causing goosebumps to prickle as you slid the shirt off him. He stared up at you with his round eyes, silently pleading.
“Looks like I was right…” your thumb ghosts over Seonghwa’s nipple, causing him to wince, “Poor baby, must be fighting to keep it together on stage, yeah?” you pinch his nipple again causing a moan to fall from his lips. You climb off his lap, settling yourself between his legs as you meet his gaze.
The look on Seonghwas face is pitiful, his plump lips in a pout and slightly red from him biting down on them and his eyebrows knitted together as he watches your every move. Wordlessly you lean in taking one of the pink buds in your mouth, rolling your tongue over it. Seonghwa hisses at your movements as he closes his eyes, drooping his head forward. “Angel.. W-what are you doing…” he pleads with you, each time your tongue flicks over the hardened bud it causes his dick to twitch.
“Wanted to make you feel better,” you murmur as you place soft kisses across his chest, before taking the other nub in your mouth causing him to buck his hips up. Seonghwa reaches out, lacing his fingers through your hair causing you to look up at him through your lashes, his eyes searching yours. Just as he was about to speak, you bite at his nipple softly causing him to moan out.
“Y/n.. please…If you keep doing that…” before he could finish you roll his other nipple between your fingers causing him to whine.
“A-Angel… I’m so close…” He whimpers out as you pull back from him, sitting back on your knees as he cries out in protest.
“A-Angel why…” He cried out, “Please.. Please don’t… It hurts so bad.” He sobs out, tears welling in his eyes as he looks at you. The heat in your stomach only grew, this was a side of him you’d not quite seen before and the power it gave you felt like pure bliss.
“What's the matter, baby?” you coo at him, slowly palming him through his pants, “Do you want me to help?” he frantically nods.
“Please angel, I’ll do anything… J-just don’t leave me like this.” He pleads with you.
You move to unbutton his pants, ever so slowly, freeing him and as the cold air hits his throbbing member he winces. The tip is bright red, already leaking. Your eyes clouded over in lust as you lean forward, licking a stripe up his dick finally taking the head in your mouth.
You sat between his thighs, giving little kitten licks to the head while not moving, occasionally sucking on the sensitive tip as he cried out above you.
Seonghwa had known about your oral fixation for a while now, he usually would let you suck on his fingers while he fucked you from behind in the dorm to keep you quiet, or you’d suck on his bottom lip when kisses would turn sloppy, but this?
You broke him from his thought as you started to take more of him in your mouth, earning a hiss from him. You hold onto his thighs for support as you continue to bob up and down his length, setting a quick pace.
“Fuck, that’s it angel,” He spits as his hands tangle in your hair “you always take me so well.”
You pause at his tip again, paying attention to swirling your tongue around it, collecting more of the fluid seeping out before bobbing back down.
You release his member with a soft pop, quickly replacing your mouth with your hand, looking up at him. “You’re doing so good for me, pretty boy… making such pretty noises for me,” you coo at him as you work your hand up and down his length.
“Angel, so… so close please,” He cries out as he softly massages your scalp. “Don’t stop”
All you could do is smirk at him, lowering yourself back down on his length, speeding up your motions. Seonghwa threw his head back, letting out a guttural moan as his grip on your hair tightened.
“A-Angel, slow down, I-I’m not gonna -”
His entire body shudders, white ribbons coat the inside of your mouth, flowing down your throat as his release hits him. His grip on your hair loosens as he comes down from his high, as you sit back and look up at him, showing off his release in your mouth, before shutting your mouth again and swallowing it as you maintain eye contact with him, before his head falls back against the couch again.
You stand back up, leaning forward to place a soft kiss to his forehead causing him to look up at you with a soft smile. You reach out to cup his face, running your thumb over his cheek as you return his smile, as you move to curl up next to him on the couch. You lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you soak in the feeling of being next to your love once again.
Summary: What was supposed to be a weekend out with your friends turned into much more than you were expecting.
WC: 2K
AU: Friends to Lovers (shocker)
Genre: Fluff, pure fluff
Warning(s): Swearing, Seungmin and Minho being smartasses(what's new), Mentions of alcohol - sorry if I missed anything!
A/N: As always a big thanks to my beta reader @bunnliix
Tag List: @bethelighthalazia @a---shura @kpop---scenarios (send me an ask if you'd like to be added!)
Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society
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You rolled over in your bed to your phone vibrating, glancing at you and seeing “Hannniiiieeee” flash across your screen, you groaned loudly before swiping your finger across the screen.
“Yes, Jisung?” you groan out, shoving your face in the pillow, still half asleep.
“You slept in? Really? I'm outside your house, goof” he laughs into the phone as you shoot up out of bed.
“Shit! That was today?!” you say in panic, “I thought we left tomorrow! Fuck… Felix and his need to be everywhere early” you grumble into the phone as you struggle to put pants on one handed. “At Least i was already packed…”
Han couldn't help but laugh under his breath. He knew that camping wasn’t something you were thrilled about but after some pleading and the promise of your favorite take out and a “spa night” as you called it, once the two of you returned - you agreed to take this trip with your friends.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts as you basically fall out of your house, throwing your camping bag out on the front lawn as you come running out. “Sorry!” you shout, laughing as you run toward him leaned against his car.
“Yeah… tell that to Chris when we’re late to pick him up because you decided to hit the snooze button one too many times.” he smirked at you helping you load your bags into the trunk as you shove him playfully.
It was another 2 hours before you all reached the campsite, it was a nice drive. You’d lost service long ago resorting to playing the same games you recount playing in the car on road trips with your families as children, and just singing along to whatever he’d downloaded to his phone, much to the elder in the back seats disappointment when trashy pop tracks would come on and Jisung decided this would be the perfect opportunity to audition for American Idol.
“Hey! I hope we aren’t too late…” you’d spotted your Felix as you’d gotten out of Jisungs car, running up to hug him. “I may have… forgotten we left today” you chuckled under your breath as he smiled softly at you.
“Nope! The others are still on their way” the blonde reassured you. You smiled at him as Jisung came up behind you.
“Stop flirting and grab your bags, sleeping beauty” he smirks at you before heading into the cabin. You can’t help but roll your eyes
“You sleep in once and it’s the end of the world!” you laugh before heading over to grab your bags out of his trunk.
You make your way inside the cabin as you find Jisung already sprawling his things over the room, making himself comfortable as you look at the slowly growing mess covering the cabin. You sigh and go put your own bags away, unpacking what you would need for later tonight.
As the sun started to set, you all gathered outside Felix carrying with him the things for s’mores while Minho and Seungmin brought out the coolers full of drinks for the evening, everyone gathering around the fire pit that seemed to crackle and blaze as the night drifted on. You found a spot you deemed perfect for optimal s’mores making, but in reality it felt like the warmest, directly in front of the large fire.
Jisung sat down next to you, handing you a spiked cider and you smiled softly, “you remembered I liked these?” you chuckled softly
“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t have your quirks memorized?” he smiled at you.
You found your mind wandering, wandering to the way he looks lit up by the bonfire, the gentle gestures and the… the fucking cider? Is that why your mind was turning to mush? No, you shook your head as if trying to shake the mere thought of having more than a friendship with Jisung, he was doing a kind gesture for you.
“Does anyone have any Ghost stories?” Seungmin’s voice brought you back to reality as you reached for the marshmallows.
“Really? We’re in the middle of the woods and you wanna tell urban legends and ghost stories?” Changbin grumbles and the younger boy.
“Oh c’mon! It’s not a camping trip without 'em’! Plus it’s October, it is prime time to get the shit scared out of you in the middle of the woods” Seungmin laughed back at him.
The older boy couldn’t help but give a hard side eye at the younger as Chris chimed in,
“I have one about a vanishing hitchhiker that my little brother likes to tell” he smiled.
Changbin rolls his eyes and readjust in his seat as Chris starts to rumble out some crazy story about some guys who picked a girl up off the side of the road headed to a dance, the same story you’ve heard hundreds of different versions of from various podcasts.
You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or the warmth from the fire but you found your eyelids growing heavy, so you leaned on Jisung, the sudden weight catching him off guard. He looks down at you, smiling.
“Sleepy?” He says softly down at you.
“Yeah…” you mumble softly.
“You know,” he wraps his arm around you in an attempt to make you more comfortable. “You can always head to bed if you’re getting tired.”
“Don’t wanna…” You quietly whined, adjusting yourself to rest more on his shoulder causing him to smile. “You’re here,” you looked up at him, smiling softly.
You and Jisung had been friends for years, you’d been randomly paired up for a science project with him in the beginning of high school and the rest was history. He was the shy nerdy boy in the back of the class who didn’t talk much, or so you thought, when you guys would hang out after school to work on the project he blossomed into a social butterfly.
You quickly learned he was musically gifted, he constantly scribbled song lyrics into a notebook in study hall or when he had free time, you’d learned of his travels when he was younger, but most importantly you learned about him. He was shy, usually nervous but with people he cared for he thrived.
As you’d gotten older and gotten into college, miles apart from each other, you never let that stop you. As you grew up you seemed to grow closer, maybe too close, and your friends seemed to notice.
Just as they did now.
You two were cuddled up in front of the fire, you felt comfort, at home. The smell of the fire and its crackle, Jisungs faint cologne lingering in your nostrils, the banter of him and his friends as he reminds you faintly of his presence by rubbing small, slow, circles on your side.
But you guys were just friends, right? Just really close friends.
Han had woken up pretty early the next morning, making his way out into the kitchen to make himself coffee, hoping to dull the slight headache from the night before. When he’d reached the kitchen he found Minho cooking breakfast. They'd exchanged greetings before Minho chuckled.
“What's so funny?” Jisung looks over at the older boy.
“You really don’t see it?” He quips
“See…what?” Han runs his hand through his hair, trying to rack his brain.
“You and Y/N,” he starts as he moves to flip the bacon in the pan. “I know you said the two of you have been friends for a while, but ‘Just Friends’ don’t act the way you two do.” He looks up from his food at the younger boy.
Han looks away, the steam from his coffee fogging up his glasses as he looks away, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.
“We’ve just been really close for a long time, they were there when I felt like I had no one else.” he mumbled.
Minho just smirked “Whatever helps you sleep at night man, but I think you should make a move especially if they have you blushing like that” Jisung just stared back at him, speechless. “Now come one, I’ve made breakfast.”
You found yourself in the same position later that evening, sat by Jisung as the sun started to set, and your friends carrying on the conversation around you as the faint crackle of a bonfire filled the silence between conversations.
You’d notice one voice missing whenever you’d lean in to add to the conversation, Jisung goes quiet. You noticed him studying your movements out of the corner of your eye. Did you say or do something to hurt him?
You’d sighed softly, just as you were about to say something, a voice rang out.
“Ah man!” You heard one of the boys cry out, “We’re all out of beer!”
As you looked over, you found Changbin pouting at the empty cooler.
“I can go get some more,” you told them, moving to stand up, “I want to grab something from inside anyways.”
You made your way inside as you started rummaging around the kitchen, grabbing the room temperature bottles of spirits as you heard the door slide open, standing back up you see Jisung entering the room.
“Hey you,” you smile softly before reaching down to grab more stock.
Minho’s words had been ringing in his head all day, maybe he was right, maybe it was time to admit to himself that the person he’d met in science class nearly 10 years ago had changed him, and for the better, and maybe he’d fallen head over heels for them without even realizing it.
“Is everything okay?” your words brought him back to reality.
“Yeah I.. I just wanted to see if you’d like some help,” he stammers, walking closer to you.
You sigh, sitting the bottles down on the counter.
“Did I do something?” you ask softly, looking up at him “Ever since we’ve been outside it's like you’re… ignoring me.”
“No - I…,” He pauses, sighing softly, “I… don’t know how to say this…”
You pause, looking in his direction your heart sinks, what was he about to say? In all the years you’d known Jisung, he’s never rendered speechless, even in times it was probably a wise decision for him to be quiet.
“I… I think I’m in love with you.”
What?
He stares back at you waiting for a response but the longer he looks at you the brighter your cheeks burn. In ten years you’d never imagined this, the shy boy at the back of science class you’d been forced to work on a project with, confessing his love to you in the middle of his friends cabin.
“What?” you quiz, softly.
“I… I’m in love with you.” He chuckles, almost as he’s reassuring himself.
You smile, almost as if you didn’t believe him, when in reality you were so glad. You’d kept it a secret for months, the feather light touches, the way he always looked out for you. You’d be lying to yourself if you tried to deny the way it made you feel, your friend's words echoing in your head when you’d tell them about your recent ‘Outing’ with him, the way you have each other saved in your phones, the way he’d do whatever you wanted at the drop of a hat.
“Just friends don’t act this way.”
You, finally, met his gaze. The panic had set in for him too, he had no idea what your silence ment, did he upset you? Had he thrown away years of friendship because he was in love with his best friend? Just as he’d accepted his fate, ready to spew apologies he was cut off.
You’d taken every last ounce of confidence and reached up, placing a soft kiss to his lips, leaving him breathless. His only response was to reach out and hold your face gently in his hands, like he was holding the world's most precious piece of art, and to him he was, because he was finally holding you.
You pull back first, a newfound sparkle in your eyes as you stare back at the fluffy haired boy as he smiles from ear to ear.
Summary: You decided to take Bangchan out for his birthday, and things get a little messy...
WC: 2.2K
AU: Non-Idol
Genre: Smut, Filth, Porn with Plot
Warning(s): Smut! MDNI, Salirophilia, Dacryphilia, Impact Play, (slight) Degradation, Edging, Pet names (Baby, Good Girl, Slut, Pretty Girl), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), Jealous/Possessive BangChan, Oral (M Receiving) Dom! Chan, Sub! Reader.
A/N: Quink Lesson! Salirophilia is a sexual fetish or paraphilia that involves deriving erotic pleasure from soiling or disheveling the object of one's desire. Happy Birthday, Bangchan! I felt with the first smut of the season falling directly on his birthday, it was the right thing to do. Big thanks to my beta reader @bunnliix with some help from @kpop---scenarios <3
Taglist: @bethelighthalazia @a---shura @kpop---scenarios @potatomountain send me a ask if you'd like to be added!
Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society
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“Baby, are you almost ready?” you hear your boyfriend ask from the other room.
“Almost, I’m having trouble deciding on my lipstick for the night!” you respond swiftly.
It was your boyfriend, Chris’, birthday and you had decided to treat him at his favorite restaurant with his closest friends for the night. You’d both been running around each other for about two hours now in an effort to get dressed, and you were running close on time. He’d come out of the bedroom finishing tying his tie.
“Do you need help - oh.” He stops in his tracks as his eyes drink in your body and its attire for the night.
A short black dress, loose sleeves that hang just over your shoulders, your hair in soft curls with a pair of elegant black heels he'd bought you as a ‘just because present’, as an excuse to take you on fancier dates.
“Yeah?” You turned to meet his gaze and you were greeted with a smug smirk.
“You look gorgeous, sweetheart, and all for me?” He slowly walks toward you.
“I mean, of course…,” you smile, “do you think this shade looks right on me?” you quiz him as he closes the gap between the two of you.
“Hmm.. let me see,” he muses softly as he grabs your chin in his hand, leaning in.
Your eyes search for his next move and his smirk grows wider.
He brings his thumb up to your lip. You instinctively take his thumb in your mouth, sucking on the digit with a small moan.
“That’s my good girl,” he coos softly as his hand reaches around, grabbing your ass and kneading it in his rough palm.
He draws his thumb out your mouth, smearing your perfectly applied lipstick in the process. Seeing this, his mind clouds over in lust as he quickly covers your lips with his in a searing kiss as his free hand finds itself on your ass as well, pulling you closer to him. He hoists you up on the vanity table as he steps closer to you, you could feel his erection growing on the inside of your thigh.
“C-Chris, we’re gonna be late,” you breathe out as you break away from the heated moment.
“Can’t the birthday boy be just a little late to his own dinner?” his voice rough with lust as he peppers kisses against your neck causing you to shiver.
You’d walked into the restaurant with Chris in tow, his hand placed on the small of your back guiding you silently through the seemingly crowded restaurant.
“Hey! There's the birthday boy!” Jisung shouts as the two of you come into sight. Christopher smiles as greets the younger boy with a hug. You both greet the boys who’d arrived as you waited for the others.
He pulls out the chair for you, inviting you to sit before making himself comfortable next to you.
“Y/N, you look really pretty tonight,” You turn your head to see Jeongin with a soft smile on his face.
“Thank you Jeongin, you look good too.” you returned his smile, while under the table you felt Christopher nudge your foot with his causing you to look up at him only seeing him looking at you out of the corner of his eye.
You continue conversations for a while, feeling eyes on you throughout the night, believing them to be Chris’ you didn’t pay attention.
You’d been catching up with Minho across the table from you while Christopher had been chatting with his other friends,
“You can’t be serious?!” you giggle at a comment made from Minho referring to some mischief one of his cats had gotten into due to some catnip infused treats.
This peaks Christopher’s curiosity as his focus is on your conversation, even though he’s facing away from you.
“Very serious…” Minho trails off as his eyes rake over your body, something you failed to notice, but definitely did not go unnoticed by your boyfriend.
Chris’ hand sneaks onto your exposed thigh under the table, causing you to stutter your words mid conversation.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” Minho’s eyes snap back to yours in confusion.
“Y-Yeah sorry, I think it was just a cold chill.” you try to remain calm, placing your hand over Chris’ as he squeezes your thigh.
“So…,“ He starts as you walk through the door of your shared apartment, tossing his car keys into the basket by the door.
You stop in your tracks, slowly turning to face him, you know that tone of voice. “Yes, Baby?” you try to feign innocence as he moves closer to you.
“Did you enjoy the attention tonight, baby?” He tilts your chin up to look at him “Hmm?”
“I..I don’t know what you’re on about Chris.” you stutter out.
He chuckles darkly. “I think you do, baby…” he searches your eyes for a moment as his grip on your chin tightens, causing you to wince. “You wanna try that again?” a smirk remains on his face.
“I really didn’t notice, I just… I just thought they were being friendly, baby” you respond faintly.
All he could do was laugh, the noise going straight to your core. Chan walked you backwards into The wall, his hands remained on your chin, letting out a soft groan when you made contact.
“Seems I need to remind you who you belong too, hm?” he whispers faintly as his lips contact yours in a desperate kiss.
You melt into his touch as he pins you between him and the wall as his knee slots between your thighs keeping them open causing you to moan softly. Christopher uses this as an opportunity to slip his tongue Into your mouth, tasting you.
His hands travel down your body, tracing your curves as he pulls you closer to him as his fingertips dig into your hips. Your head falls back against the wall and he uses this opportunity to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck.
“Pl-please, Chris…” you whine out
“I bet Minho wouldn’t make you feel this good,” His voice rough with lust as his lips ghost over your skin. “Would he, baby?”
“Chris, pl-” you’re cut off when you feel his large palm come down on your ass.
“Answer.” He growls.
“No! No… no one could ever make me feel this good” you practically sob out.
He smirks against the skin of your collar bone, his hands slipping down your thighs, picking you up as he walks the two of you to your shared bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind him as he sits you down on the side of the bed.
You stare up at him as he removes his suit jacket, discarding it somewhere in the room. His stare is boring into your soul as the arousal pools in your panties, you press your thighs together searching for something to give you the friction you so desperately craved.
Another thing Christopher definitely caught.
He grabs your legs, forcing them apart as he towers over you. “Only good girls get rewarded in this house, baby” he muses.
He never breaks eye contact as his fingers trail up your exposed thigh, causing goosebumps to ignite your skin as you lean back on the bed.
You let out a soft gasp as Christophers fingers ghost over your clothed sex, drawing a moan out of you as he traces lazy circles over it.
“You do this on purspose dont you,” he bites “Showing those pretty tits to my friends, hoping you’d make me jealous so I’d come home and fuck you stupid?”
All you can muster is a whimper, Chris’ filthy words only fueling your desire further as you feel more arousal seep out of you.
A harsh smack to your thigh breaks your thoughts.
“Answer me, slut.” He grits at you. “Did you enjoy Minho eye fucking you?”
“Y-yes, made me feel pretty…” you whine.
Something in him snaps, did he not make you feel pretty enough? Was his lingering touches not enough? Why did you feel the need to seek validation from his friends?
None of that mattered.
What mattered is how he reached down, ripping the thin blue lace material of your panties off, tossing the ruined fabric to the side.
‘C-Christopher!” you stutter out as you see the lust cloud his vision as he makes quick work of his belt.
Chan throws his belt somewhere as he then moves onto his pants, unzipping them and shoving them and his underwear down, his length hitting his stomach as he did so. You stare at him, eyes flicking to his length immediately.
No matter how many times you sleep with your boyfriend, the sight of his dick will always be a shock to you. This time was no different, the tip was red, he was already leaking pre cum as he gripped the base, positioning himself at your entrance.
“You want to act like a slut? Fine,” He thrust himself into you, causing the both of you to moan at the same time. “I’ll fucking treat you like one.”
He pulls out slightly, slamming himself back into you causing you to cry out, he sets a rough and fast pace giving you no time to adjust to his size.
You throw your head back against the bed sheets as Chris ruts into you. You feel the familiar heat in your stomach as he drives you closer to your high, your moans increase in pitch indicating your impending release before Chris pulls out of you completely.
“P-please I’m so close!” you look up at him, doe eyed.
“Be a good girl for me, and maybe I’ll let you finish?” He smirks back at you.
He flips you over, causing you to whine in the process as he brings his calloused hand down on your ass, the smack echoing through your shared room. You whimper into the bed as he lands another smack, this time gently massaging the area.
“C-Christopher… please…,” you feel tears start welling up in your eyes.
“Please, What?” he asked, almost mocking you.
“W-Want you,” you meekly whimper out trying to push yourself back against him.
He chuckles darkly as slams back into you, causing you to cry out his name. He reaches down grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling you back, closer to him as he harshly fucks into you.
“St-Still think Minho can do better? Think he can fuck you the way I do?” He grits in your ear as tears start streaming down your face.
“N-never, on-only want you,” you sob out.
“Look at my pretty girl…,” he muses, “Crying over how good my cock is?” he coos at you, his hand sneaking around to toy with your clit.
You let out a high pitched moan, your body starts to tremble as he rubs slow circles around the sensitive bud.
“Go on, be a good girl and cum for me, Hm?” he muses softly in your ear.
That's all it took to have you coming undone, the band in your belly snapped. You moaned out as your orgasm washed over you. You shook in his grip as he helped you ride it out, eventually letting you fall on the bed causing you to whimper into the mattress.
You roll over to look up at him, tear and mascara stained cheeks paired perfectly with your smeared lipstick as you look up at him.
“Fuck…,” he grits, his hand coming up to cup your face. “You look so pretty like this, baby.”
You lean into his touch, smiling softly. He runs his thumb across your lower lip. The way you look up at him causes his dick to twitch, something you only catch out of the corner of your eye.
Christopher takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he admires your fucked out face, so much so he doesn’t notice you bring your hand up, wrapping it around his still throbbing member as he lets out a gasp.
“Oh… fuck, baby,” he breathes, his head leaning forward.
You take notice of this and as his eyes close, you sink to your knees in front of him. Leaning in, you give the head kitten licks. His eyes shoot open, meeting yours as you sink down on his shaft.
“Baby…,” he sighs, throwing his head back. ”That’s it, pretty girl.”
You moan around him, the vibration causing him to let out a choked sob. As your movements speed up he reaches down, tangling his fingers in your hair trying to keep some sort of control.
“Please, don’t stop.” you feel him twitch slightly, letting you know he was close.
You took his entire length in your mouth, your nose brushing the base of his length. The man above you letting out an almost pornagraphic moan, the noise traveling straight to your core, are you continuing bobbing up and down his length. You sink down on his length one final time as he falls apart above you.
Just as thick, hot ribbons of his release coats the inside of your mouth, he pulls you off of him, The rest of his release landing on your chin and chest.
Pairing: Non Idol! San x Reader, brief Yunho x Reader
Summary: You’d left San months ago after he stopped paying attention to you due to his busy work schedule, but you ran into him at a house party you never expected him to be at and things took a turn for the better.
WC: 2.2K
AU: Non Idol, Exes to lovers
Genre: Angst, Fluff, 2nd Chance!
Warning(s): Oh this one hurts. I promise there's a happy ending! alcohol consumption, panicking, mentions of breakups.
A/N: Thank you to my beta reader, @bunnliix
Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society
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“Oh come on, Y/N” your friend nudged your arm. “You haven’t really been out since you broke up with San earlier this year.”
“I don’t know,” you look away from your friend. ”I still feel like it’s too soon…,” you look her way with almost a pout.
“Y/N,” She says flatly, “It’s been almost 8 months, atleast go out and enjoy something for yourself.”
You and San had been together since you were 17, you’d met him in your final year of highschool when you moved to Korea and you two hit it off almost immediately.
San was reserved and quiet but something about you made him fall shamelessly in love within just a few weeks. He still doesn’t know if it was your broken Korean in your native accent, or the fact that he’d found himself in another person.
The two of you went to the same college, which he convinced you to move in with him shortly before the start of your 3rd year, and everything had gone off without a hitch. The late night study sessions, the mutual celebration of academic milestones and achievements, and your graduation.
He wanted to marry you, he’d known for sometime he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He would never tell you that though, he wanted to wait until it felt right. He’d wanted you both to finish college and settle into your career fields, he wanted nothing more than to have a perfect family with you.
Until his idea of a white picket fence lifestyle started becoming clouded with the harshness of reality.
Now that college is over, you realize just how little your careers had to offer. After several months of looking, San found something, it wasn’t great but it got his foot in the door and that’s what he wanted, but it made him exhausted everyday.
The days got longer and the time with you got shorter and it wore on him, but you were the love of his life.
It all hit him so harshly when he came home from the longest day that he’d had yet, and the coldness hit him. Something wasn’t right, something was different and not in a good way.
He’d seen it from across the room, a note on the fridge, the fridge filled with pictures of you two, nothing but happy memories. He crosses the room and picks up the piece of paper to read it and as he does the world around him shatters.
You left.
While he was gone, you’d packed up your things and moved back in with your parents. He stands there with the note in hand as he tries his damndest to figure out where it all went wrong - did he not love you enough? What did he fail to notice?
The light of his life, the one he was planning to spend the rest of his life with.
You’d left him.
You sighed, you knew your friends were right. You’d spent 6 years with him, spending 8 months trying to get over that didn’t feel like nearly enough, then again you weren’t convinced you’d ever be over it.
You had to try though, right?
“Fine, at least they’re mostly your friends,” you look at your friend, defeated. “I won't have to deal with questions about him.”
Both of you had walked into the house party, there were already a sizable number of guests present as you made your way through the party, being dragged by your friend through a crowd of unfamiliar faces.
She finally reaches the kitchen, and she immediately pours you both a drink. You reluctantly accept the drink with a questioning look.
“Social lubricant, you’re rusty babe,” she smirks at you, taking a sip of her own drink.
You wanted to argue but she was right, you’d felt like a hermit most of the past year. You’d stayed to yourself and kept quiet when at work. You felt lost, like you’d moved here fresh all over again after your break up with San.
It took you weeks to stop instinctively driving back to your shared apartment, after long days at the office when it’d be dark, muscle memory drove you back.
A few times you contemplated just walking in, apologizing, but you didn’t.
You finish your drink quickly without thinking about it as you chat with your friend, you grab another as she walks through the crowd with you.
“There is this guy I work with, he’s in the IT department, I want you to meet him - I think you’d like him!” She practically yells over the music as you walk out onto the back patio.
After looking around briefly she spots him, a tall and lanky boy, she smiles dragging you with her.
“Yunho!!” she calls out across the yard, causing the boy to look up.
Oh… He was very attractive.
You follow closely behind as you both walk up to him, he was taller than you’d first seen and he had beautiful dark brown hair, watching him smile could light up a room.
“And this is my friend, Y/N,” you’re pulled out of your trance as your name is called, causing you to look up at him as he extends his hand.
“Yunho, was it?” you question him as he nods softly.
“Oh would you look at that, one of my work friends just showed up, I’ll be back to check on you guys in a bit!” she smirks as she runs off before you have the chance to say anything.
“So, she’s told me quite a lot about you at work,” Yunho smiles softly
You turn your focus back to him, noticing his bright smile. “I’d hope it’s all good,” you can’t help but chuckle, finding the man's presence comfortable.
“I’d like to think so,” He pauses, taking you in as the two of you stand there in comfortable silence. “So, Y/N, are you… seeing anyone right now?”
You look at the man, slightly shocked.
“N-no,” you stutter, the question seeming to catch you off guard.
He quirks his eyebrow, but chooses to pay it no mind since your friend had let him know you were most definitely single.
Just as you were about to reply with something, your eyes happened to catch a familiar face out of the corner of your eye.
Choi San
What the hell was he doing here? The two of you after the break up never ran in the same circles. You felt every emotion all at one time, and it hit you like a ton of bricks. Not wanting to be rude, you excused yourself from Yunho. You promised you’d catch up with him later, but you needed to go find your friend.
You’d made your way through the crowd of people, being very careful to not tip San off that you were here. You run up to her, pulling her out of conversation as tears threaten to spill.
“Woah, hey! Chill, what happened?” she looked concerned as she held onto you.
“San’s here, I just saw him, we need to leave,” you frantically speak
She cranes her head up and looks around, she doesn’t see the taller boy anywhere, not even in the backyard.
“Y/N, honey, I think the drinks are getting to you.. I don’t see him,” She reassured you.
You blinked away the tears in your eyes as you looked around, seeming to agree with her.
“You’re right.. Maybe, just… someone who looks like him,” You sigh.
You’d made your way back outside to find Yunho, who had long disappeared at this point, so you’d settled into a crowd of people. The thought of San settling back into your head, what if he really was here?
No, she was right, your old apartment was too far from here, unless he’d met someone close. The thought both broke your heart and infuriated you. You had decided to go grab your 4th? 5th? Drink of the night, you’d lost count an hour or so ago. You made your way through a crowd of people before you stumbled into someone's broad back.
“I’m sorry! I was -,” you paused, as you looked up to greet the stranger attempting to spew apologies, you met a familiar pair of eyes.
“San…?” You spoke softly.
“Y/N….,” his voice sounded broken, he clearly didn’t expect to find you here either.
You broke your eye contact after what felt like an eternity, trying to push by him in an attempt to hide your tears from him. He grabs your arm, turning you back around to face him.
“Can we talk? Please?” He begs as the grip on your arm loosens.
You search his eyes for a moment before sighing, “I’ve never been able to tell you no.”
His signature smile beams at you as he gestures to the sliding glass doors signaling for the two of you to head outside.
The air felt different as you stepped outside with San, almost colder and even more dense. You’d noticed the attendees outside had thinned out. You felt scared, you weren't sure why either. San would never do anything to hurt you, no matter how bad you’d hurt him. Maybe it was the fear of facing him after so long. He’d pulled you to the side of the deck, leaning against the railing as he took one last look at you before speaking.
“I missed you..,” he spoke softly.
Your heart immediately broke, you knew what you did and there was a part of you that knew you wouldn’t be able to outrun it.
Not forever.
“I… I missed you too,” you choked out, unable to look at him. ”Probably for a lot longer than you’ve missed me.”
He bit his lip, attempting to hold back his tears.
He knew, he finally put the pieces together weeks after you’d left. He was never around, there were nights you’d be asleep and his dinner had been cold or put in the microwave as an attempt to keep it warm. Your days off he was exhausted and his days off you worked.
The job he’d gotten propelled his career forward, the long nights and strict performance reviews had been worth it, but not at the cost of doing what he did to you, to what the two of you built together.
“Y/N, I.. I’m sorry.. I was selfish,” his voice was shaky, “I was so focused on trying to make our life perfect, I neglected the most perfect part of mine.”
His eyes were glossy as he looked back at you.
“I never saw you anymore San, the times I did you were asleep or the rare nights we were actually able to sit down for dinner together,” you broke, tears fell down your cheek as you brought your hand up to your face.
“I left that job,” he spoke plainly.
“After you left I worked, maybe for another month, until I realized it drove us apart,” He chokes out, tears welling in his eyes.
You made eye contact, you both were vulnerable with each other for the first time in what felt like years.
“I wanted to, no, I should’ve reached out,” he admits, “But I was a coward, I was sure you hated me, and that's the reason you’d left without much of a word.”
“It took me months to break myself of the habit of showing up at our old home,” you share.
It must’ve been the alcohol fueling these confessions, the tears, otherwise you’re not sure you’d be standing here with him like this.
“Every hard day at work, my brain wanted to come home, and it recognized you were home, San,” you dry your face before looking back at him. ”I can’t tell you how many times I sat in our driveway or across the street contemplating on coming back… apologizing for leaving the way I did.”
“I wish you did…,” he chuckles softly, “I would have welcomed you back with open arms.”
You stand there, speechless. The man before you should hate you, you walked out a life the two of you spent years building together.
But he didn’t.
He stood there, his feline eyes drinking in every detail of you, the way you’d cut your hair since the breakup, the necklace he bought you was missing, the way your eyes sparkled with the reflection of the porch light, and the way your face turned so pink when you drank.
He missed it. He missed you.
He smiled at you, a smile you had no reason to be on the receiving end of.
“Byeol misses you too, she sleeps on your side of the bed most nights,” he tells you, chuckling.
“You never moved on?” you reply softly.
“I never dreamed of it…” He said “You were all I ever wanted, and I never got closure… I was hopeful I'd find you again, no matter how long it took.”
He reached out and grabbed your hand.
“This may be selfish, and you have every right to hate me but…,” he pauses, “Am I asking too much to try again? One more time?” He looks at you, you can feel the amount of love he still holds for you.
You smiled at him. Closing the distance between the two of you, you wrap your arms around his neck in a tight embrace. He’s taken aback at first, but it doesn’t take long before he wraps his arms around you just as tight.
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The moment we've all been waiting for! I'll update and add to it as October progresses, but as we draw closer I want to give you all a little Taste of what you can expect from me for October! These post will be going live every Tuesday and Thursday through the month!
Week 1 -
October 1st: One More Time? - Non-Idol! San x GN! Reader
October 3rd: Messy. - Non-Idol! Bangchan x Fem!Reader
Week 2 -
October 8th: Fireside Feelings - Non-Idol! Han x GN! Reader
October 10th: Angel - Idol! Seonghwa x GN! Reader
Week 3 -
October 15th: October Nights - Idol! Hyunjin x GN! Reader
October 17th: Forgive me Father - Priest Yunho x GN! Reader
Week 4 -
October 22nd: Movie night - Seungmin
October 24th: Mirror Sex - LeeKnow
Week 5 -
October 29th: Proposal - Mingi
October 31st: You're Mine - GhostFace! Hongjoong x Fem! Reader
