synopsis. sometimes san calls you just so he can cum.
[ (ateez) choi san x gn!reader ] fluff, established relationship, boyfriend!san | warning/s: 18+/mdni, phone sex
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sometimes san calls just to hear your voice and cum.
nothing captivates him quite like you. nothing stirs him into arousal as naturally. but sometimes, thinking of you isn't enough. when he struggles like this to reach a pleasurable ending, you're always a phone call away.
when you answer, the soft way you greet him and underlying sweetness in your voice makes his fist tighten around his length, moving faster as your honeyed tone drizzles down into his gut and he releases a long, shuddering breath.
confused by the silence, you call out, "hello?"
san can't explain the reaction his body has to the sensation of you. the expressiveness of your eyes makes him swoon. the shape of your lips sends his heart into a frenzy. eyes shut and picturing your lips falling into a pout, his head lulls back as he strokes himself.
"mmph," he mindlessly huffs and pants into the phone, smearing the slick of precum over the head of his cock and down the shaft.
he's so close to release, he can't stop to beg you to say his name how you do. like you molded it for your lips. like it's only yours to breathe.
san whines when you curiously ask, "just what are you doing?"
he tries but can't answer, can't let out anything aside broken, breathy whimpers that give him away.
"sannie?"
you call his name in soft confusion, but there's a lilt of sweetness that lets him know it's feigned. because you've always known exactly what you do to him, but you like to masquerade in the innocence of ignorance.
he knows neither of you are surprised when he lets off a series of elongated groans. cum spurts over his hand – his chest heaves as his orgasm spills out of him.
a heavy silence follows his noisy climax as he tries to catch his breath.
finally, you giggle, "what did it this time?"
"you sound so pretty saying my name." he croaks his confession, voice hoarse and head falling back against the cushion of your couch. "i miss you; come home."
you sigh lovingly. he can feel the way your fondness travels and burrows into the cavities of his chest.
"i wish, but i have a mountain of paperwork to get done here before i can." you groan. "and i'd get done faster if you'd stop calling with your...situations."
san snorts. "you don't enjoy getting paid to make me cum in my own hand?"
"hanging up now," you sing. "happy to be of service."
he grins. "come home. i'll be of service."
you hang up without responding, but he gets a text shortly after: ‘can't wait to cum on your hand too!’
the space between us three (jyh) | series masterlist
⇢summary: while juggling the demands of life, yunho continues to do his best to raise his independent 11 yr old daughter, seora. throughout the years, they've built a strong foundation, an unbreakable bond— one that consists of late night talks and food runs, father/daughter dates, and sideline cheerleading at her basketball games. so when you unexpectedly come into their world, things shift. despite the uncertainty and the fear of stepping outside of their comfort zone, yunho and seora eventually learn how to open their hearts and learn how to rebuild a home where three can thrive together.
⇢pairing: single dad!yunho x f. reader
⇢genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, single dad au | fluff, angst, smut
⇢general warnings: cussing, mature language, slice of life, insecurities, anxiety and trauma from past events, death/mentions of death and tragic accidents, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, complex relationships, growing pains, etc. - individual warnings for each chapter will be included
⇢release: coming soon ! 11.29.24
⇢a/n: hi! i know we dearly love our pmylm!yunho but i'm bringing a new yunho to the plate - one i think you'll equally adore. i'll be working on this alongside of wildfire next - idk why this comeback is also giving single dad yunho of a pre-teen so here i am lol hope to release it soon and i hope you all enjoy it <33
oH...i'm gonna sound dramatic asf but this fic series is genuinely so dear to me </3 reading this felt like experiencing the wildfire series (aka my #1 beloved fic) for the first time again & oF COURSE @hwaslayer is the beautiful brain behind this masterpiece!! loveloveloved keeping up with it so much...i've been re-reading every chapter & grown very attached to their little family :')) thank you nikki for yet another banger of a series <333 what a gem of a writer you are!
(& s/o to the wildfire series once again - if y'all have yet to read it, i highly recommend you do! the writing is equally as stunning <3)
fucking mingi was all about making a mess, giving him something to clean up when he was done.
sex with him was nasty. vulgar. sloppy.
he had a way of making you feel guilty that you were allowing him to get his hands on you and do what he pleased. guilty that he knew what buttons to press and what knobs to twist in a way that made you feel so good it hurt.
it was wet, dirty, and hot. a shower afterward was a non-negotiable.
it was hard to make your moans sound pretty when they were so pure. guttural and broken, unfiltered with how deep mingi was pounding your puffy cunt. but he liked it more when you sounded like that, when you sounded like one more thrust might kill you.
when you sounded like you were in pain, but in truth, he was just fucking you so good that maintaining a front of “pretty” was not your main concern at the moment. your main concern was not passing out while he was inside you. fucking your pussy like he was trying to commit the feeling to memory.
"god, im so deep thats gotta hurt huh, baby? does it hurt you?”
you cries and groans are muffled in the pillow you’ve shoved your face into, your hands gripping the sheets by your head like they might ground you on earth. mingi is on his knees behind you, strong thighs keeping him upright, while his palms held your hips in place for him as he shoved his cock inside of you.
arched so prettily in front of him, your ass bouncing off his body every time his hips slammed against you, a filling, heavy rhythm that sends vulgar “plap” sounds bouncing off the walls.
you were covered in sweat, skin shiny and wet, your hair sticking to your neck from all the exertion. mingi was just as sweaty as you, surely more. but god he was having so much fun.
all the adrenaline that he channeled on stage when he performed, he funneled it into the bedroom too. acting nasty like he was performing for someone.
he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, his eyes lasered in on where his dick slid in and out of your gushy cunt, coated in a white cream that only seemed to build every time he filled you up again.
he laughs lowly as a string of saliva falls from the tip of his tongue and lands directly on the length of his cock in just enough time as he shoves it back inside of you, his fat mushroom tip catching that sensitive ridge along your walls that makes your legs shake.
“she’s creaming on my cock, baby,” he moans as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and drags his hands away from your hips and up to the rippling flesh of your ass. he palms the soft skin with his big, heated hands and spreads them slowly so he can get a better look at his cock filling you out.
it bewildered you every single time because mingi liked to embarrass you. he wanted you to hear the sounds that your body made, the filthy, sticky sounds that you couldn’t control.
“shhh, baby. not so loud, listen to yourself.” he reached over your arched body and pressed his hand flat against the back of your head to further muffle you against the pillow. “listen to her talk back to me.”
and hearing it always made you ashamed beyond comprehension. and yet he always felt you get so tight around him when the noises registered.
his spit, your arousal, the stirred-up sounds of your guts being rearranged hit your ears like a truck. mingi’s hungry groans that you could feel all throughout your body with every deep stroke he pounded into your cunt.
he’s big, and thick, and very purposeful with his hips. you’ve seen him on stage, rolling his body with sensual intentions that only allow a glimpse into how he could really put those hips to use.
he watches, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as your wetness clung to his v-line in a white sticky web. the shine of your ass from the sweat and all the times he’s practically drooled on your body.
he purposely slows his hips so the sounds get deeper, hollow and louder. your moans break into breathless whines that only make mingi wanna abandon any remaining composure and fuck you til you snap.
“yeah, yeah… cunt’s asking for a baby. isn’t she?” he takes his hand off your head and moves both of them to your shoulders, curling them over the bone and pulling your body up, arching you even more.
you whine when you feel him slip his soaked dick out of you, a gross, slick sound as he pulls out. and god, it seems endless when the tip finally pops out of you. you cry at the emptiness, and mingi giggles as he watches you shake your ass side to side to try and coax him to fill you up again.
your head throws back as he pulls your head out of the pillow, and you could hear him spitting into your stretched pussy, the saliva dripping down your puffy folds.
“gotta keep you messy, sweet girl, makes this more fun for both of us.” he digs his nails into your shoulders and groans so low you could feel it in your belly as he glides right back inside of you.
there was really no friction at all, and he's nearly kept slipping out since you started. each stroke of his veiny cock is punctuated with a deep, staccato rumble in his chest.
his lips part in misty pants, watching with enamored adoration as the stickiness of your combined arousal clings to your bodies like this was really some kind of perverted home video.
the wet noises fill your ears again, and now you can’t muffle your moans in the pillow anymore with the way he holds your body up. they come out primal and desperate, helpless as mingi forces your pussy to take his shape.
“mmhm, wish i could see your pretty face.” he mumbles, the loud slaps of his hips against your ass nearly drowning out his voice.
“but i'd rather see this pussy keep sucking me in.” he laughs again and enunciates with a deep, rough thrust that makes your toes curl.
“wanna see her dripping with me once i fill her up. fuck a baby into my pretty girl.” his moans are an encouragement that further tighten that knot in your stomach, your cunt clenching around him like a vice with every nasty word that leaves his mouth.
he presses his palms into your lower shoulders, simultaneously working out a building knot of stress, all the while he fucks you into a worthless puddle in his sheets.
“fill this pussy up all the way to the fucking back.” he leans over your body and presses his lips to the small of your back, his mouth opened in low moans as he eases his hips into a swifter pace, pressing wet kisses against your fluttering skin.
his dick glides in and out of you with painful ease, every full thrust that drags the thickness of him against your gspot pulling you more and more under.
“get you all pretty and swollen with my babies.” he whispers against your back, and you whine so loud you swear it was going to tear up your throat.
if the sloppy mess between your legs wasn’t a cry for just that, you weren’t sure what was.
“p-please-!” you cry out, and you shiver when you feel his lips form into a pout and kiss your back like he was trying to soothe you. “w-want… want you t-to-“
“think it’ll take like this?” he teases, shoving his cock so hard and so deep inside of you he might’ve breached your throat. he stays there, unmoving, forcing you to feel the twitching and the throbbing of his dick against every inch of your gooey pussy.
he hums, and suddenly you’re empty again, and you whine at the loss. but then you’re moving, his hands grab your waist and turn your body over, your back hitting the mattress. “probably not.”
seeing him nearly undoes you, a sweaty, crazed wreck. his hair sticking up everywhere, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, his v-line a sticky mess. his hands grab the backs of your thighs and push your legs up so they’re pressed against your shoulders.
you squeal and are hardly given ample time to register what was happening before he slides his cock back inside of you, the new position having him deeper than ever before. mingi’s entire body shivers when he fills you to the hilt, your own body pulling taut at the invasive fullness.
his hands keep your thighs against your shoulders, folded in half underneath him in a mating press. “fuck, that’s better,” he sighs, immediately rolling his hips into you with every deep thrust. his lips spread into a greedy smile, his tongue swiping over his teeth. “hi baby, look so fuckin pretty.”
you cry out and throw your head back against the pillow, your hands reaching around and clawing at his broad shoulders.
“lemme pound this pussy, need you to cum before i breed you mkay? work for me pretty, give me what i need.” mingi chews on his bottom lip, his moans filling your ears, you’re unable to look away from where his cock disappears into your cunt, the wet noises seemingly even louder now.
he slides inside with slippery ease and glides right back out coated in a sheen of white. over and over and over again. maddeningly deep and too fucking fast.
his eyebrows are knitted in such a pretty, concentrated expression, his cheekbones poking through his skin from where his mouth begins to part with every thrust that seems to only drag him further towards his own orgasm.
“cum for me, baby. wanna feel this pussy cum around me, wanna fill you up so bad. wanna give my beautiful girl a baby.”
and as always, you do as he says, shattering like glass while he fucks you through it, determined to drag your orgasm out of you until you've been completely wrung dry.
"atta girl." he growls through his teeth, leaning down and taking your nipple in his warm mouth, suckling and circling his thick tongue around the softness of it. "can't wait till these are full of milk," he moans around them, muffled. "i'm sure the baby wouldn't mind sharing."
it clicks with you then and there that he was completely serious. the man literally wanted you pregnant. he sinks his teeth into your areola, and you cry out when you feel him slow his hips to a punishing, intentional grind into your cunt.
"you're gonna make such a good mommy, baby." he drools around your nipple, stilling his hips and damn near whimpering like a bitch as he holds himself there. you could feel him spilling inside of you, hot ropes of cum that seep to the back of your cunt just right.
mingi purrs and groans while he rides it out, massaging the backs of your thighs, his cock throbbing deep inside of you.
sticky, filled, and spent. he doesn't move yet, holding himself inside of you while you both take a moment to catch your breath. when you shift underneath him, he pressed his palms harder against the backs of your thighs to hold you still.
"uh uh, don't move. tryna keep you plugged, can't have any spilling out right?" he smiles and trails wet kisses up the side of your neck and you sigh and relax under his body.
you hope to god it works, because you're not sure if you'd be able to handle another session of "trying" with him and make it out with your legs intact.
pairing. bf!ateez x reader
cw. none
notes. i'm so ateezpilled rn so pls enjoy this humble offering. still getting back into the groove of posting so bear with me <3 we will slowly but surely get back into zone!! credit to the og posters of these adorable babies btw! reblogs and comments are appreciated <3
trope/au » social media/texts format, established relationship au, non-idol au
genre » fluff, (yet another attempt at) comedy, some of them are jelly, some of them are cute, some of them are...hm-
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » pet names (babe, baby), mingi is taller than reader
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this idea came pretty randomly but i was trying to decide if i should get the aniteez dolls or not but even if i do, i know i'll never take it out the house because i would be so scared of losing it (all my the boyz sunwoo dolls are at home too and he's never seen the light sdfjkskdfjhf). so then this was born!! this is my personal opinion and i did struggle with some members since i still consider myself somewhat of a baby atiny but i hope you all enjoy this one!!
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synopsis : a figure skater meets a gentle dentist after a toothache, and their soft, supportive love grows alongside her skating career. With his constant encouragement, she wins Olympic gold, and then he proposes on the ice, proving he’s been her greatest victory all along.
• pairing : dentist! yunho x figure skater! reader
𓈒𓍼𓏸 wc : 7.4k
𓈒𓍼𓏸 genre : fluff, romance, slice of life, light erotica (just a little)
𓈒𓍼𓏸 warnings : MINORS DNI 16+
♡ author's note : hey babies ! so i wrote this inspired by yunho's first dream and my first dream, and honestly, this trope has a unique dynamic that you may love ! hope u enjoy lovies and pls lmk if it's good ! <3
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You first met Yunho because of a toothache.
Which, in your opinion, was one of the most unfair meet-cutes ever.
Not in a café. Not at a rink. Not in a bookstore. No. A dental clinic.
Your day off was supposed to be sacred.
No training. No drills. No coach yelling “again.” No early alarms. Just sleep, coffee, and maybe stretching if guilt won.
Instead, you woke up with a dull throb in your jaw.
You ignored it.
Figure skaters ignored pain like it was part of the job description.
By noon, it pulsed.
By two, it stabbed.
By four, you were clutching your cheek and googling emergency dentist near me like your life depended on it.
That’s how you ended up standing in front of a clean glass building with soft pastel signage and a neat little logo shaped like a smiling tooth.
You groaned.
“Of course it’s cute,” you muttered. “My suffering must be aesthetic.”
Inside, the clinic smelled faintly of mint and citrus. Calm instrumental music played, the kind that felt like it was trying to convince your body you weren’t about to be stabbed with tiny metal tools.
The receptionist smiled. “Appointment?”
You pressed your cheek. “Pain. Sudden. Urgent. I will cry if not helped.”
She nodded sympathetically. “We can fit you in. Please sit.”
You sat.
You regretted everything.
You hated dentists.
You hated the sound of drills. The sterile lighting. The way you couldn’t talk while someone examined your mouth like you were a science project.
A door opened.
“Next patient?”
The voice was warm.
Low.
Gentle.
You looked up.
And forgot about your tooth.
He was tall.
Not just tall—tall tall. The kind of tall that made doorframes look slightly concerned. Soft brown hair framed his forehead, and his eyes—
You blinked.
Kind.
That was the word.
Kind eyes.
He smiled politely. “You must be our emergency patient?”
You stared.
He tilted his head slightly, amused but patient.
You snapped back to reality. “Yes. That’s me. Emergency disaster.”
“I’m Yunho,” he said. “I’ll take care of you.”
Oh.
Oh no.
He had the voice of someone who read bedtime stories to children and made them believe monsters didn’t exist.
You followed him into the treatment room in a daze.
You sat in the chair.
He adjusted the light.
“You said it started today?”
You nodded.
“Sharp pain or dull ache?”
“Both,” you mumbled. “It upgraded.”
He chuckled softly.
Why was that comforting.
“Open for me?”
You opened your mouth.
Dignity left the chat.
He leaned closer, gloved fingers gentle as he tilted your chin. His touch was careful, almost apologetic, like he didn’t want to inconvenience you by examining your own teeth.
Professional, you reminded yourself. He’s professional. Stop noticing things.
His brows furrowed slightly as he checked.
“Hm.”
You froze.
Was that a bad hm.
“That’s a worried hm,” you tried to say, which came out as “Tha ah wah-ee hm.”
He laughed quietly. “Not worried. Thinking.”
He leaned back. “Looks like a small cavity that finally decided to protest. We can fix it today.”
Relief flooded you.
“No root canal?”
“No root canal.”
You nearly cried from joy.
While preparing tools, he asked casually, “So what do you do?”
You swallowed. “I’m a figure skater.”
He paused mid-motion.
Turned.
Eyes bright.
“Really?”
You nodded cautiously.
“That’s amazing.”
Not fake-polite amazing.
Real amazing.
You felt heat creep into your cheeks. “It’s… just a job.”
“It’s not just anything,” he said gently. “That takes discipline. Balance. Years of training.”
You stared.
Most people either said Wow you must be flexible or Do you know how to do backflips?
No one ever said discipline.
“…Yeah,” you said quietly. “It does.”
He smiled softly, like he understood something about you that most people missed.
“Alright,” he said, adjusting his mask. “I’ll numb the area first.”
You stiffened.
He noticed immediately.
“Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”
You hesitated. “…I don’t like needles.”
His eyes softened.
“I’ll be quick,” he promised. “And I’ll tell you before I do anything. Nothing sudden. Okay?”
You nodded.
He raised the syringe slowly so you could see it. “This is the anesthetic. Small pinch. That’s all.”
You gripped the armrests.
He waited.
Actually waited.
Not rushing.
Not dismissing.
Just… there.
“You ready?” he asked.
“…Okay.”
Gentle fingers rested against your cheek, steadying you.
“Little pinch.”
It stung.
You flinched—
—and then his thumb lightly tapped your wrist.
Distraction.
Comfort.
Grounding.
It was over in seconds.
“…That wasn’t bad,” you admitted.
He grinned behind his mask. “I have a reputation to maintain.”
The procedure was quick.
You expected tension, pain, panic.
Instead—
You felt calm.
Because every movement he made was deliberate. Every tool introduction came with a soft explanation. Every adjustment came with “You okay?”
At one point he paused.
“You’re doing great,” he said.
Your heart did something embarrassing.
Why did praise from a dentist feel like winning a championship medal.
When he finished, he leaned back. “All done.”
You blinked.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“That was…” you searched for the word. “…pleasant.”
He laughed. “I’ll put that on our reviews.”
You sat up slowly, still numb.
He removed his gloves.
“You should avoid chewing on that side for a few hours,” he said. “And no cold drinks until sensation returns.”
You nodded.
Neither of you moved.
The air shifted.
You didn’t know why your chest felt tight.
Maybe it was the way he looked at you—not as a patient, not as a stranger, but as someone interesting. Someone worth paying attention to.
“So,” he said lightly, “when’s your next competition?”
You blinked. “Next month.”
“I hope you win.”
It was simple.
Sincere.
No teasing. No exaggeration. Just belief.
Your throat felt weirdly tight. “…Thanks.”
You told yourself you didn’t go back because of him.
You told yourself it was responsible dental care.
Routine checkups.
Preventative maintenance.
Totally normal.
Totally professional.
Totally not because your dentist had the warmest smile you’d ever seen.
But somehow—
Your appointments kept landing on his shift.
Coincidence.
Sure.
Every time you walked in, his face lit up slightly.
“Hey, skater.”
Every time, your heart betrayed you.
Three months after your first visit, you were practicing a program when your coach clapped.
“Break.”
You glided to the barrier, breath visible in the cold air.
That’s when you saw him.
Standing near the entrance.
Tall.
Scarf around his neck.
Looking wildly out of place in a skating rink.
You blinked.
“…Yunho?”
He waved awkwardly. “Hi.”
Your brain malfunctioned.
“You… you’re here.”
“Yeah.”
“Why are you here?”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “You said your practice was today. I was curious.”
Your coach smirked from behind you.
You ignored her.
“You came… to watch me?”
He nodded.
Heat spread across your face that had nothing to do with exercise.
You stepped back onto the ice.
Your heartbeat felt different now.
Not nerves.
Not pressure.
Something lighter.
You skated.
Spun.
Jumped.
And every time you passed the boards, you saw him watching—eyes wide, completely captivated, like you were performing in an arena instead of an empty practice rink.
When you finished, you glided back, breathing hard.
“Well?” you asked.
He looked like he’d just witnessed magic.
“That,” he said softly, “was incredible.”
You smiled before you could stop yourself.
After practice, you sat across from him in a small café.
He stirred his drink. “I didn’t realize how intense skating is.”
You laughed. “People think it’s just sparkles and music.”
“You make it look easy.”
“It’s not.”
“I know,” he said. “That’s why it’s impressive.”
You studied him.
“You really pay attention, don’t you?”
He tilted his head. “To things that matter? Yeah.”
Your chest fluttered.
It happened quietly.
Naturally.
Like it had always been heading there.
You were walking outside the café, evening air cool against your skin.
“I’m glad my tooth hurt that day,” you said suddenly.
He blinked. “Most patients don’t say that.”
You laughed softly. “If it didn’t… I wouldn’t have met you.”
He stopped walking.
Looked at you.
Really looked.
“…I was hoping you’d say something like that.”
Your breath caught.
“I wanted an excuse to see you outside the clinic,” he admitted. “But I didn’t want to cross a line.”
“You didn’t,” you said gently.
Silence.
Soft.
Warm.
Then—
“Can I take you out sometime?” he asked.
Your answer came instantly.
“Yes.”
Dating Yunho was like living inside a soft song.
He remembered things.
Your competition dates. Your favorite tea. Which ankle got sore first during winter training.
He showed up with snacks after practice.
He learned skating terminology just to understand your stories.
And when you got nervous before competitions, he held your hands and said—
“You’ve already won, you know.”
“How?”
“You love what you do. That’s the rarest victory.”
The night before your biggest event of the season, you sat beside him on a quiet bench outside the arena.
“I’m scared,” you admitted.
He squeezed your fingers. “Of what?”
“Messing up. Falling. Disappointing people.”
He turned toward you.
“You could fall ten times,” he said softly, “and I’d still think you were amazing.”
Your eyes stung.
“You’re biased.”
“Absolutely,” he said. “I’m your biggest fan.”
You didn’t win first.
You placed second.
But when you stepped off the ice, breathless and shaking, he was there with a small bouquet of white flowers.
“You were beautiful,” he said.
Not your skating was.
You were.
And somehow that meant more than any medal.
Months later, you lay on his couch, head resting on his shoulder as a movie played you weren’t watching.
His fingers traced lazy circles on your wrist.
“Hey,” he murmured.
“Mm?”
“Your checkup is next week.”
You laughed. “You’re dating me. Isn’t that cheating?”
“Nope,” he said. “It’s dedication to oral health.”
You snorted. “Romantic.”
“I can be more romantic,” he said.
“Oh?”
He tilted your chin gently.
Smiled.
“You still have the nicest smile I’ve ever seen.”
Your heart melted.
If someone had told you that the love of your life would be a dentist—
You would have laughed.
But love didn’t arrive dramatically.
It didn’t crash in like a storm.
It came quietly.
With gentle hands.
Kind eyes.
Soft reassurances.
And a voice that always said—
“You’re doing great.”
And somehow, with him beside you—
You always believed it.
You didn’t expect the call to come on a Tuesday.
Tuesdays were boring. Tuesdays were conditioning drills and protein bars and your coach yelling about posture.
Tuesdays were not supposed to change your life.
Your phone buzzed during your water break.
Unknown number.
You almost ignored it.
Almost.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Y/N?”
“Yes?”
“This is the national federation.”
Your stomach dropped.
Your coach froze mid-lecture across the rink.
You swallowed. “Yes?”
“We’re calling to inform you that you’ve officially qualified for the 2026 Winter Olympics.”
Silence.
Not dramatic silence.
Not cinematic silence.
Real silence — the kind where your brain shuts off because reality suddenly becomes too big to process.
“…I what?”
“You qualified.”
Your knees went weak.
Your coach was already running toward you.
“You qualified,” the voice repeated gently. “Congratulations.”
Your lips trembled.
“…Thank you.”
You hung up.
Stared at your phone.
Your coach grabbed your shoulders. “Well??”
You whispered, “I made it.”
She screamed.
You burst into tears.
Your hands shook as you dialed him.
He picked up on the second ring.
“Hey, skater.”
Your voice broke. “Yunho.”
He sat up instantly. “What happened? Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”
“I—”
You couldn’t say it.
Not because you didn’t want to.
Because you couldn’t breathe.
“I qualified,” you whispered.
Silence.
“…For what?” he asked softly, like he already knew but didn’t want to assume.
“The Olympics.”
Another silence.
Then—
“You qualified,” he repeated.
Not loud.
Not shocked.
Just… full.
Proud.
You heard him exhale slowly.
“I knew it.”
Your chest tightened. “You did not.”
“I did,” he said. “I told you before, remember?”
You remembered.
You’ve already won.
Your eyes filled again.
“I’m proud of you,” he said quietly. “So proud.”
You cried harder.
That night he showed up at your apartment with takeout, flowers, and a cake that said:
GO GOLD OR GO HOME
You laughed so hard you nearly dropped it.
“That’s aggressive,” you said.
“I panicked at the bakery,” he admitted. “There were too many options.”
You set the cake down. “You could’ve gotten something classy.”
“I did,” he said, pointing at himself.
You snorted.
He pulled you into a hug before you could reply.
And that was when it hit you.
Not the Olympics.
Not the pressure.
Not the expectations.
Just—
Him.
His arms around you.
His steady heartbeat against your cheek.
“I’m really going,” you whispered.
He nodded against your hair. “Yeah. You are.”
Olympic preparation was different.
Harder. Longer. Sharper.
Everything mattered now.
Your jump height. Your spin speed. Your landing edges. Your breathing. Your stamina. Your sleep.
Your stress.
Especially your stress.
Which is why Yunho became your unofficial emotional support human.
He brought meals when you forgot to eat.
He taped your ankles when they ached.
He sat quietly during late-night stretch sessions, reading while you worked.
Sometimes you’d glance up mid-stretch and find him already looking at you.
Softly.
Fondly.
Like you were something precious.
“What?” you’d ask.
“Nothing,” he’d say.
But his smile always answered.
Every athlete has one.
The day nothing works.
You fell three times.
Missed two combinations.
Under-rotated a jump you’d landed perfectly for months.
Your coach called break.
You skated off, chest tight, throat burning.
You didn’t cry at the rink.
You never cried at the rink.
But the second you got outside—
The tears came.
You didn’t even realize you’d called him until he answered.
“Hey love—”
“I’m bad,” you choked.
Pause.
Then calm.
Gentle.
“No, you’re not.”
“I couldn’t land anything today.”
“That happens.”
“I’m going to embarrass everyone.”
“You won’t.”
Your voice cracked. “You didn’t see me.”
“I don’t need to.”
Silence.
Then softly—
“I’ve seen you enough to know one bad day doesn’t define you.”
Your breathing slowed.
He continued, voice warm as sunlight:
“You’re allowed to struggle. Champions struggle. That’s how they become champions.”
You wiped your eyes.
“…Can you come over?”
“I’m already grabbing my keys.”
He didn’t ask you to talk when he arrived.
He didn’t ask what went wrong.
He didn’t analyze.
He just sat beside you on the couch and opened his arms.
You went into them immediately.
No hesitation.
No pride.
Just need.
He held you quietly, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back.
“You’re safe,” he murmured.
And somehow—
You believed him more than you believed your own doubts.
The airport was loud.
Too loud.
Too bright.
Too everything.
Athletes milled around with luggage and gear bags and headphones and game faces.
You stood beside him near security.
Your fingers were laced together tightly.
“You’ll text me when you land?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And after practice?”
“Yes.”
“And after meals?”
You laughed softly. “Okay, mom.”
He smiled sheepishly. “I just want to know you’re okay.”
Your expression softened.
“I will be.”
He hesitated.
Then leaned down and pressed his forehead gently to yours.
“I wish I could be there.”
“You will be,” you said. “Just… not physically.”
He nodded.
Then quietly—
“Bring me back a gold medal, okay?”
You grinned. “Bossy.”
“Motivational,” he corrected.
It felt unreal.
Flags everywhere.
Languages everywhere.
Energy everywhere.
You should’ve felt intimidated.
Instead—
You felt focused.
Because every time nerves tried to creep in, you remembered Yunho’s voice.
You’re doing great.
Your room was dim.
Your skates rested beside your bed like loyal companions.
Your phone buzzed.
Yunho.
You answered instantly. “Hi.”
“How’s my Olympian?”
“Nervous.”
“Good.”
You blinked. “Good?”
“Nerves mean you care.”
You smiled faintly. “You always know what to say.”
“I practice speeches in the mirror,” he said seriously.
You giggled.
Silence settled.
Comfortable.
Warm.
“Y/N?” he said softly.
“Yeah?”
“No matter what happens tomorrow… I’m proud of you.”
Your throat tightened.
“…Thank you.”
“And,” he added, “I’ll be watching live. So don’t fall.”
You gasped. “YUNHO.”
He laughed.
Your tension melted.
The arena lights were blinding.
The crowd was thunder.
Your name echoed.
You stepped onto the ice.
Cold air kissed your skin.
Blades touched the surface.
And suddenly—
Everything went quiet.
Not literally.
Just inside you.
Because you heard it.
That voice.
Warm. Steady. Certain.
You’re doing great.
Music began. You moved. One step. One glide. One jump. Landed. Spin. Transition. Combination. Landed. Applause swelled.
You didn’t think. Didn’t doubt. Didn’t hesitate.
You just skated. Flew. Lived. Felt. Every hour of training. Every fall. Every bruise. Every early morning. Every whispered encouragement. Every soft “I believe in you.”
It all carried you.
Final pose.
Music ended.
Silence—
Then the arena exploded.
Scoreboards were cruel.
You sat in the kiss-and-cry area gripping your coach’s hand.
Breathing shallow.
Screen flashed.
Numbers appeared.
You blinked.
Your coach screamed.
You stared.
1
First.
First place.
You didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe.
Didn’t process.
“…I won?” you whispered.
Your coach was crying. “YOU WON.”
You covered your mouth.
The world blurred.
Back home, Yunho was standing in front of his TV.
Still.
Silent.
Eyes shining.
When your score appeared—
He laughed.
Not loudly.
Not wildly.
Just softly.
Proudly.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered.
The medal was heavier than you expected.
It rested against your chest, cool metal warming against your skin.
Cameras flashed.
Crowds cheered.
Anthem played.
But all you could think was—
I want to show him.
You didn’t even take off your skates before calling.
He answered instantly.
“Hi, champion.”
You burst into tears.
“I did it.”
“I know.”
“I did it, Yunho.”
“I know.”
You laughed through tears. “You sound calmer than me!”
“I’m trying not to scream and scare my neighbors.”
You sniffled. “You watched?”
“Every second.”
Silence.
Then softly—
“You were breathtaking.”
Your heart fluttered.
“…Come see me when I get back?”
He smiled through the phone. “Try and stop me.”
When you landed, the terminal was crowded.
Fans. Media. Officials.
You barely saw any of them.
Because you saw him.
Standing behind the barrier.
Tall.
Bright-eyed.
Holding a sign that read:
WORLD’S BEST SKATER (AND MY FAVORITE PERSON)
You laughed.
Ran to him.
He caught you easily, lifting you slightly off the ground.
“You did it,” he murmured into your hair.
“You believed I would.”
“Of course I did.”
You pulled back and placed the medal around his neck.
“For you.”
His eyes widened. “Y/N—”
“You’re part of this,” you said softly. “Every step.”
He swallowed.
Then gently took it off and put it back on you.
“No,” he said. “It belongs here.”
His fingers brushed your collarbone as he adjusted it.
“And I belong right beside you.”
That night you lay beside him, medal resting on the bedside table.
Your fingers traced his hand lazily.
“Yunho?”
“Mm?”
“If my tooth never hurt that day…”
He smiled sleepily. “Yeah?”
“I wouldn’t have met you.”
He squeezed your hand.
“Then I guess,” he murmured, “that cavity was fate.”
You laughed softly.
And as sleep pulled you under, his thumb brushed gentle circles against your skin—
Just like it always had.
Steady.
Warm.
Certain.
Just like him.
You noticed it three weeks after the Olympics.
Yunho was acting strange.
Not bad strange.
Not distant strange.
Just… secretly glowing strange.
He smiled at his phone more.
Whispered with your coach once.
Closed tabs when you walked past.
At first you thought nothing of it.
Then he started asking questions.
Weirdly specific questions.
“What kind of rings do skaters prefer?”
“Does hand size change after training?”
“Do you like silver or gold more?”
You narrowed your eyes.
“…Why.”
He blinked innocently. “Just curious.”
Suspicious.
Very suspicious.
He told you to dress warm.
That was the only instruction.
“No training clothes,” he added. “Something pretty.”
You stared. “I always look pretty.”
He smiled. “True. But today I want breathtaking.”
Your stomach fluttered.
When you arrived—
Your breath stopped.
The rink was empty.
Lights dimmed.
Soft golden lamps lined the boards.
Fairy lights twinkled along the railing like fallen stars.
In the center of the ice—
One single spotlight.
You turned slowly.
“…Yunho.”
He stood behind you, hands tucked nervously into his coat pockets.
“I rented it,” he admitted.
Your chest tightened. “Why?”
He stepped closer.
Because he was tall, when he looked at you, his gaze always dipped slightly, soft and fond like sunlight filtering through leaves.
“Because,” he said gently, “this is where you shine the most.”
Your throat burned.
He held out your skates.
“You didn’t think I’d make you dress up just to stand still, did you?”
You laughed softly through the emotion rising in your chest.
You changed.
Stepped onto the ice.
Glided.
It felt different today.
Not like training.
Not like competition.
Like floating.
Music began playing softly through the speakers — your Olympic program song.
You looked at him.
He nodded once.
You skated.
Slow. Graceful. Effortless.
No jumps. No pressure. Just movement.
Just feeling.
Just you.
When you finished, you turned toward him—
—and found him already stepping onto the ice.
Carefully.
Cautiously.
Holding something behind his back.
Your heart stuttered.
“Yunho…”
He stopped in front of you.
Close enough that you could see the tiny crease that appeared beside his eye when he was nervous.
“I practiced walking on ice for two weeks,” he confessed. “For this exact moment.”
Your lips parted.
He took a breath.
Then—
He knelt.
Your hands flew to your mouth.
He revealed the small velvet box.
Opened it.
Inside rested a delicate ring that caught the light like a captured star.
His voice was soft.
Steady.
But trembling at the edges.
“I’ve watched you fall,” he said quietly.
“I’ve watched you get back up.”
“I’ve watched you doubt yourself… and prove yourself wrong every time.”
Your vision blurred.
“I’ve watched you become the strongest person I know.”
His eyes lifted to yours.
“And somewhere along the way… you became my home.”
Tears slipped down your cheeks.
“I don’t just want to watch you shine,” he whispered.
“I want to stand beside you for every performance life gives us.”
His thumb brushed your hand gently.
“Will you marry me?”
The world went silent.
Not rink silent.
Not night silent.
Heart silent.
“Yes,” you breathed.
His shoulders dropped in relief, a laugh escaping him as he slid the ring onto your finger.
It fit perfectly.
Of course it did.
He knew you.
You didn’t even realize you were crying until he stood and wiped your cheek with his thumb.
“You’re crying,” he murmured.
“You proposed on ice,” you sniffled. “What did you expect?”
He smiled.
Then you grabbed his coat and pulled him down into a kiss.
Soft.
Warm.
Certain.
His hands settled instinctively at your waist, grounding you, holding you like you were something precious he never wanted to drop.
When you pulled back, your foreheads rested together.
“You’re stuck with me now,” he whispered.
You smiled. “Good.”
The apartment was quiet.
Snow tapped gently against the windows.
You sat on the couch facing him, still staring at your ring like it might vanish if you blinked.
“I can’t believe you planned all that,” you murmured.
He shrugged shyly. “I wanted it to be perfect.”
“It was,” you said. “You’re perfect.”
He laughed softly. “I’m really not.”
“You are to me.”
Something shifted in his expression.
Warmer.
Deeper.
The kind of look that always made your stomach flutter.
He reached out slowly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“You know,” he said quietly, “I’ve wanted to kiss you all day.”
Your breath caught. “Then why didn’t you?”
“I wanted to wait until you were mine forever.”
Your voice dropped to a whisper. “I was already yours.”
His eyes darkened slightly — not intense, not overwhelming.
Just full.
Full of affection.
Full of love.
Full of you.
His fingers slid gently along your jaw, tilting your face toward him.
This kiss was different.
Slower.
Softer.
Lingering.
His lips moved against yours like he was savoring the moment rather than rushing it. One hand cradled your cheek while the other rested at your waist, thumb brushing slow circles through the fabric of your sweater.
You melted into him.
The world outside faded.
All you could feel was warmth.
His warmth.
Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt, holding him closer.
He pulled back just enough to murmur—
“You okay?”
You nodded softly.
Always checking.
Always gentle.
“Yunho,” you whispered.
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
His smile was quiet.
Certain.
“I love you too.”
He kissed you again — softer this time, like sealing a promise rather than starting a fire.
And somehow that made your heart race even more.
Later, you lay curled against his chest, his arm wrapped around you protectively.
Your ring glinted faintly in the lamplight.
His fingers traced lazy patterns along your arm.
Comforting.
Steady.
Safe.
“You know,” you murmured sleepily, “all this happened because of a cavity.”
He chuckled quietly. “Best dental diagnosis of my career.”
You smiled against his shoulder.
Outside, snow kept falling.
Inside, his heartbeat thumped slow and sure beneath your ear.
And you realized—
Gold medals were nice.
Olympics were dreams.
But this?
This quiet moment, wrapped in his arms, wearing his promise on your finger—
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will leave one side of his headset off just in case you needed anything from him because he will always put your wants and needs over his game.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who is willing to stop whatever he’s doing if you were to call out for him, even if it was for the smallest thing, even if it meant that he had to go back to his friend who would either nag at him for throwing the match or teasing him because of how down-bad he was for you.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who keeps his desk and minifridge stocked with all of your favorite snacks and drinks because he knows how much you love to snack. Sometimes even goes as far as writing little notes to stick to the packaging just to see your cute smile whenever you grab something from the drawer and because you always press a kiss either on his cheek or the side of his neck depending on if he was in a match or not.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will try to get you to play a match with him, but will laugh when you start pouting or raging because you couldn’t figure out how the controls work and would die almost instantly after leaving the lobby. although he’s also quick to help teach you how to play, hands over yours but only after he kisses the pout off of your lips and it's replaced by a wide smile.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who always wants to have you near him at all times, like 24/7, finding comfort in your touch and presents so you tend to find yourself perched in his lap, clinging to his body like a koala while he plays.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who if you are in his lap will kiss you anywhere he can, your head, cheek, shoulder, whatever was closest at the time, whenever he goes back into the lobby and checking in on you making sure that you were okay and comfortable, but will smile like a love sick puppy if you had fallen asleep on him, your face buried in the crook of his neck.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will ditch his friends in a heartbeat if you wanted to play animal crossing with him. the two of you cuddled up on his bed, switches in hand while you decorated your shared island. he also decorated the house because you claim that ‘he’s better at it than you’.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who loves when the two of you play multiplayer games together because he enjoys watching you get so competitive, doing everything in your power to win against him. sometimes he’ll throw the game just to see your face light up in excitement when you saw that you had won, rubbing it in his face which only caused him to laugh.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will play minecraft in creative mode just so he could build you random things then will look like an excited puppy whenever you see those things when the two of you play together.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who when he rage quits will toss his headset on the desk before crawling into his bed where you’re laying and just lay down on you, head on your chest without saying a word. he will pout whenever you tease and coo at him, but will instantly melt into your touch when you run your fingers through his unkempt hair.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will try to keep his voice down if it was late at night and you were sleeping, because the last thing he wanted was to wake you up. and he didn’t like it when you scolded him so it was better to play it safe.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who gets all giddy and happy whenever he sees that you designed a character for the both of you in sims. and if you gave yourself his last name? that boy would turn into a mushy puddle in his seat.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him whenever you sit in his lap to play a game. his chin resting on your shoulder, watching everything you do with such a keen eye that he was sure he had memorized all of your ticks.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who is just the biggest simp in the world whenever you wore one of his hoodies, loving how tiny you looked in the oversized fabric, bonus points if you just woke up and were sitting in the middle of his bed with that sleepy pout on your lips and your hair was a mess.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who is just the biggest simp in the world whenever you wore one of his hoodies, loving how tiny you looked in the oversized fabric, bonus points if you just woke up and were sitting in the middle of his bed with that sleepy pout on your lips and your hair was a mess.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will always facetime you whenever you aren’t already at his apartment, not caring that he was in the middle of a match or not, he couldn’t last a day without seeing your face or hearing your cute voice.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who lit up like a christmas tree whenever you bought the both of you matching headsets.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will always play a game with you even if he is unsure if he will like it or not, but he’s always willing to try whenever it comes to you.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will pout like a puppy whenever you giggle at him after he gets jump scared while playing a horror game.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will become a flustered mess whenever you start teasing him and complimenting him because he was wearing his glasses. even better when they’re the cute wireframe glasses that you had bought for him because you were sure that he would look cute in them, and of course he does.
Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, smut, Golden retriever energy Yunho, size kink, rough sex, multiple positions, petnames, gamer Yunho mentioned, seemingly innocent Yunho but is actually a perv, titty fixated Yunho, p in v, sex on his gaming chair, yearner Yunho (if you squint), protected & unprotected sex, squirting, creampie.
A/N: I've been getting bias-wrecked by Yunho lately that it's making my bias list just all of them🧍🏻♀️. Enjoy the filth which is this, and as always, I don't depict the idols like this in real life! This is purely fiction.
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Dividers from @enchanthings & @cursed-carmine
Title from Kama Sutra by Frodo
You and Yunho were hanging out at his apartment; he was playing Valorant while you scrolled through social media.
It wasn't anything special, really, just two friends hanging out.
But you were bored. And needed attention from your best friend.
"Yuyu," you called out softly, which caught his attention for a brief moment before he focused on his game again, but hummed to let you know that he was listening.
"M'bored," you murmured as you tossed your phone somewhere on his bed before getting up to go over to him. Clearly, he was getting the most kills in his team and carrying it.
You moved over to him, getting under his arm to straddle his lap, earning a soft huff from Yunho as he continued to play his game.
"Need my attention that much?" He teased, resting his chin on the top of your head as you nodded. "I'll just finish this round, and you'll have my full attention."
Your relationship was blurry. The two of you were friends, but something had been budding between you for the past few weeks, and you couldn't bring yourself to ask just yet.
"But I want your attention now." You grunted, shifting slightly as you blocked his view from the screen.
Yunho was much taller than you, so he managed to still see a bit of his screen, but you decided to be a brat today.
He grunted out your name, giving you a look that said "stop being a brat". But you weren't listening, making him leave the game mid-round, screwing the fact that his account would get a penalty for it.
"You're acting exceptionally bratty today, aren't you?" He muttered, pinching your side, which caused you to yelp and squirm on his lap. It made Yunho's breath hitch for a millisecond before recovering.
He knew he was in trouble. Yunho has been having difficulty controlling himself lately, especially with you.
"Stop squirming, pretty girl.. or I won't be responsible for what I'm gonna do to you."
You stopped moving around, pausing as your body suddenly felt all tingly and sensitive. Like your senses were now in a hyperaware state.
Then you felt it. The poking sensation against your ass that wasn't there earlier when you sat down on his lap. You swallowed thickly.
"Yuyu.." you murmured hesitantly, a nervous chuckle leaving your lips, "That... That's your phone, right-?"
"Baby, we both know it's not."
The nickname made you shiver and shy away from him, but he kept you steady on his lap, squeezing your sides.
Your best friend was hard, and it was because of you.
"Are you going to continue being a brat, or are you gonna behave for me?" He murmured, though it was clear that you were going to test him. You always did.
You ground your hips down on him, Yunho's head tilting back on his gaming chair as a guttural groan came out of his throat.
"Brat," he muttered, grinding his hips up to match your grinding.
The two of you were dry humping each other, soft mewls and groans filling the small room. Yunho leaned his forehead against yours, his nose grazing yours gently as your breaths mingled.
He licked his lips, eyes darting down to yours before looking back into your half-lidded gaze. His hands roamed and squeezed, itching to touch your soft skin.
"You're so pretty like this, fuck.." Yunho murmured, leaning in closer just to graze your lips, hesitant to kiss you, while still grinding against you.
"Yuyu, kiss me," you blurted out, making him moan softly, muttering a soft "okay" before pressing his lips against yours.
The way Yunho kissed was desperate, especially when you were making such sweet noises against his mouth, his hips continuing to grind up against you, his erection grinding against your clothed ass.
It was an overwhelming feeling—being like this with Yunho. You tried to keep up with him, but it was hard.
"Fuck, I've been wanting to do this for so long," he muttered against your mouth before biting your lower lip gently.
Yunho seemed desperate, because he really was. He'd been holding back on doing things to you when you sat on his lap or were just close enough to him. He'd recite baseball statistics in his head just not to get hard before, but now he didn't have to hold back.
He continued to kiss you with increasing fervour, swiping his tongue to test the waters with you. When you opened your mouth slightly, he thanked the gods above.
Fucking his tongue into your mouth, you moaned, your hands moving and pawing his shoulders as your tongue tangled with his.
You hadn't expected this to happen, but you were definitely not complaining.
Moving your hands from his shoulders, you ran them through his hair, tugging gently, making him growl against your lips and pull away.
"Keep being a brat, and I'll suck your tits until you're crying for me to stop," he threatened, but that only made you want to defy him.
"Do it then... empty threats don't—" you cut yourself off when Yunho pushed your T-shirt up, revealing your breasts.
"No bra? Are you trying to drive me insane?" He clicked his tongue, bringing his large hand towards the soft mound, squeezing and brushing his thumb over your hardening nipple.
Yunho fondled your breasts, enjoying the softness of your warm skin against his palms. He then leaned down and brought a nipple to his mouth, causing you to moan at the wet feeling of his tongue swirling against your sensitive nub.
"Yunho, fuck—" you moaned out his name, making him groan against your mound, sucking and licking harder.
He'd never expected this to happen in a million years. Sucking your pretty tits like this on his gaming chair, and making you moan for him.
Yunho switched between your breasts, making sure the other wasn't neglected. He stopped when you were writhing on his lap, panting and looking fucked out, even when he hadn't even fuck you yet.
"So beautiful," he murmured, still playing with your nipples, overstimulating you.
"Yunho, stop—" you whined, but he tutted softly.
"You started this by being a brat, now take your punishment like a good girl." He looked at you, then back at your breasts, already addicted to them.
"Yuyu, you're being mean..." you pouted, your throat dry when you remembered about his "problem" pressing against you.
As if reading your thoughts, Yunho bit his lip, realisation of the situation washing over him, contemplating something before speaking up. "We don't have to, I can deal with it later—"
"I want it." You cut him off, looking at him, set on your decision. You wanted to fuck your best friend.
"Are you sure-? We really don't have to," he murmured, trailing off, though the truth was that he really wanted to sink his cock inside your heat, feeling how hot your clothed pussy felt against his erection.
When you gave him a nod, he almost came in his pants, having wanted this for so long. He moved you a bit on his lap so he could push his sweats down along with his boxer briefs.
And holy shit, he was big.
You expected Yunho to be big; it was obvious from, well, everything about him. He was tall and lean, and now, you knew he had a big dick.
"Are you gonna keep gawking or are you gonna ride me?" He teased, making you hit his shoulder. He laughed softly before grabbing a condom from his drawer. "Help me put it on, pretty girl?"
You shuddered at the offer, only to nod as Yunho's hands steadily held yours, putting the condom on his dick. It had been leaking with precum and had a shiny pink tip.
He groaned at the feeling of your hands on him, his jaw clenching.
"Fuck. Lift up, I gotta see that pretty cunt of yours," he panted, looking down at your shorts. He would've ripped them off if he could, but he was going to control himself.
Listening to him, you pushed yourself up, moving the gussets of your shorts and panties to the side, revealing your already glistening cunt. You were so wet it was embarrassing.
"All this just because I made out with you and sucked your tits?" He gaped at your folds, moving his fingers to gather some slick before sucking his digits clean. "Fuck.. if it weren't for the fact that I want my cock inside you right now, I'd have you splayed on my bed and eating you out."
That confession made you flush, not expecting your best friend to have such a dirty mouth. He was usually so sweet — teasing and relentless, but sweet, not this dirty talker.
Noticing your expression, Yunho laughed softly, knowing you'd never seen this side of him before. He then tugged you closer to him, hotdogging his cock against your folds, a moan leaving your lips at the feeling.
"Moaning for me again already?" He grinned as he rocked his hips up, grinding against your slit, his tip nudging against your pudgy clit.
"Shut up and fuck me, Yuyu.." you panted, your fingers grasping the material of his hoodie to ground yourself. You knew you were acting like a brat, but you didn't care at that moment. All you wanted was his thick length inside you.
"Always a brat when you don't get what you want, don't you?" He clicked his tongue, positioning himself against your entrance, and started pushing in without a warning, surprising you.
"Y-Yunho-!" You squeaked out, legs trembling as you sank on his dick, burying your face into his shoulder as you tried not to scream.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his toes curling against his carpeted floor while leaning further against his gaming chair to watch you twitch and writhe above him.
Once Yunho was fully seated inside you, being full of his cock, you were still trembling. It was a lot. You felt full. Full of his cock—full of everything.
"You gonna move or do I have to do all the work for your bratty ass?" He huffed, his words more playful than degrading, but you had to learn your lesson for making him leave mid-game.
So, Yunho, being Yunho, started moving in shallow, upward thrusts. It made your breasts bounce a bit, as soft moans left your throat, his tip hitting that spongy spot inside you every time.
"You look so perfect... I should've done this earlier, you know? You don't know how many times I had to hold myself back before, those times when you walked around in that fucking skirt, driving me insane and aching. Now, you're gonna feel everything—every time I had to hold back, fuck my hand and think of you."
His thrusts got more intense, putting more effort into them and making you bounce on his dick more, emitting more whimpers from you.
"That's it, moan for your best friend like the pretty slut you are. Fucking hell— your cunt is squeezing me so tightly.. do you like being called a slut by me, pretty girl?"
Your walls squeezed at the pet name, shaking your head.
"Ahhh, it's the nicknames, isn't it? My pretty girl... So pretty, letting me use her like this."
Yunho was teasing, still in control of the situation as he used your hips for support, slamming his length roughly now, a cry leaving your throat.
"You can take it, right? I know you can, you wanted to be punished so bad, you practically begged for it." He groaned, not being able to help himself but talk to you like this.
Never in a thousand years did you expect to hear Yunho say such filthy things to you, but you liked it. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't like this version of Yunho.
The rough, dominant, dirty-talking version of your best friend, whom you only knew by his silly golden retriever-like personality. The duality was going to cause you whiplash.
Every time Yunho thrust up, his chair would squeak, the roughness dizzying you, which reduced you into a wanton mess.
"All whiny now that I'm fucking you stupid, huh?" He muttered, pressing soft kisses on your chest, contrasting the rough pace he had set.
He was so fucking addicted to your tits. Yunho couldn't help but bring one of your nipples into his mouth again, sucking hard as he fucked your sopping pussy harshly.
You could feel the heat building up in your abdomen, the sensations of both his rough fucking and the sucking of your breast bringing you to the brink of your orgasm.
"Yunho, I'm gonna cum—" you moaned, making him move his thumb to your clit, rubbing the nub in circles and focusing on coercing you to your orgasm.
A broken whine came out of you once you went over the edge, your velvet walls spasming around Yunho's cock, causing him to cum in hot spurts into the condom he was wearing.
You were twitching, back arched, and Yunho's face was buried in your breasts, inhaling sharply.
"You good..?" He asked, voice muffled, while looking at your pretty face.
You looked beautiful—hair sticking to your forehead, expression contorted in pleasure. It was going to be engraved in his brain forever.
Recovering after your initial orgasm, you only managed to answer with a soft hum before hugging him.
"That's all you got, Yuyu?" You taunted breathlessly, earning a mix of a groan and a laugh from him.
"You're really testing me, aren't you?" He shook his head before deciding to order you around.
"Get on the bed, ass up, face down. Don't want the neighbours to file a complaint because I'm railing your pretty pussy into my bed."
Pulling out of your heat was groan-inducing, already missing the tightness of your sweet cunt. Yunho watched you discard your shorts onto the floor, getting on his bed just like he asked you to.
And good lord, the sight almost made him cum again.
Your pussy was glistening and puffy, slick running down your inner thighs, while your face was buried into his soft pillows.
"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me," he muttered to himself, rubbing his face before getting up from his chair and discarding the used condom into his trash can.
He soon went over to you, climbing the bed and positioning himself behind you. When he was about to grab another condom packet from his nightstand drawer, you grabbed onto his forearm and shook your head.
"I wanna feel you.." you mumbled out hoarsely, looking back at him with pleading eyes.
Fuck. Did you really want him raw?
Yunho swallowed thickly, unsure of what to do. But after a minute of thinking it through, he decided to throw caution to the wind, wanting this as much as you did.
"Mmn, okay— but I don't promise I won't be rough.. Though I feel like you like that."
He sank into you more easily this time; the feeling of your unprotected walls was mind-shattering. Yunho had to take a deep breath once he bottomed out inside you again, his cockhead kissing your cervix at this angle.
Slapping your ass, you squealed against the pillows, trying to move forward, but Yunho was faster, bringing your hips back towards him as he clicked his tongue.
"Ah, ah.. don't run away from me, you wanted this," he murmured in mock sweetness, reminding you of how you did want this, and it was your fault in the first place.
You shuddered when he started to move, his pace ruthless as pathetic, muffled moans filling the room, accompanied by Yunho's grunts.
Another swat to your ass, harder this time around, made your pussy clench around him, slick, making your pussy more slippery and squelch.
"Fuck, such a good girl for me, squeezing my cock just right.. you're gonna be good for me, right? Let me cum inside you since you wanted to be fucked raw." He panted against the back of your neck, leaning his chest against your back. "Your pussy is so good to me, princess, so good."
"Yunhoo–" you whined against the pillow, gasping as he abused your hole with his thrusts, his grip on your hips bruising. Your brain couldn't keep up with the pleasure, your back arching as he continued to pound into you like it was the only thing he knew.
"Gonna get addicted to this pussy, baby, you shouldn't have let me do this... fuck." He brought one of his hands to your breasts, squeezing and tweaking your nipple, earning another cry from you.
His thrusts were getting sloppier, your cunt squelching at the pounding you were receiving. It was lewd and animalistic, but you didn't want him to stop. Not when you were so close—
When Yunho suddenly pulled out, you cried out in disapproval, disappointed at the loss of his thick length.
He then flipped you over, now facing him, and saw your pouting expression. It only made the man above you chuckle, cooing softly.
"You can cum later, I'm not done with you yet."
Yunho pulled your hips in closer, hooking your legs over his shoulders as he pinned you into a mating press, his dick feeling overwhelmingly deep.
"Yunho, I can't—" you choked out, but your best friend shook his head and kissed your ankle, soothing you.
It was a silent way of saying that you, in fact, could do it. Your pussy was sucking him in so good, and he was sure he could make you squirt in this position.
"I wanna try something, okay? Don't hold back when you feel like peeing, I want you to squirt."
"But—but the sheets—" you gasped, but it seemed that Yunho didn't care about anything else but hearing you scream his name. The neighbours and noise complaint be damned.
His hips started to move, cock driving into you like a piston as he kept you pinned down in this one position. He looked down at you with a look which was filled with both adoration and something more passionate.
"You're so pretty like this, baby." He complimented you, his hand going over your cheek to caress the soft skin.
His pelvis rubbed against your clit with every meet of his hips with yours, giving you the stimulation you need for the growing heat in your abdomen.
“Y-yunho, I– I need to—” your toes curled as you let him know that you felt like the words he described earlier. His free hand flew towards your mound, circling your clit with his thumb once more, his thrusts getting a lot sloppier and less controlled as if he were chasing his own orgasm.
“Come for me, pretty girl, milk my dick so that I can give you a big fat load of my cum…”
Yunho’s words were your undoing, your pussy clenching around his twitching length, and trying to suck him in deeper, your insides begging for his release. And he soon did, spilling deep inside you, his hips stilling as he came in hot spurts, creaming your cunt like he promised he would.
“Fuuuck..” he groaned as he pressed his whole weight onto you, which made you swat his shoulder.
“You’re heavy, get off,” you complained, but didn’t really mind it all that much, having liked the weight over your naked bodies.
After a bit, Yunho did get off, pulling out of you with a pop, leaving the two of you moaning at the loss. He watched as your hole leaked with both your releases, not being able to take his eyes off your body, before finally clearing his throat and getting up from his bed to grab you a glass of water.
“Sorry if I was too harsh on you.” He handed you the glass, helping you sit up against the headboard and pillows as you covered your body with his sheets. “I should’ve been more gentle, but I got carried away—”
“It was perfect, Yuyu.” You shook your head after drinking the whole glass, still a bit breathless from all the sex. “I just..”
You trailed off, unsure of how to phrase yourself. “You just..?”
“I didn’t expect you—the sweet gamer boy who rage quits once in a while—to have such a rough side. It was, well, surprising, is all.” You shrugged, causing him to shake his head and laugh.
“Out of everything we did, you didn’t expect that I could be rough? That’s cute.”
Yunho ruffled your hair, his eyes softening at the sight of you in his bed, your body covered by his blanket and content. It wasn’t the outcome he expected to happen, but he was definitely not going to let it go now.
𐙚⋆.˚summary; ❝He's got a new phone! And you just have to be the first thing he captures in his newest device.❞
𐙚⋆.˚warning; smut, 18+, grinding, mentions of marking, fingering, piv, squirting, filming
𐙚⋆.˚a/n; i have no excuses to offer this time. enjoy😌
When Yunho finally got the new iPhone, there was only one thing on his mind: film you.
Be it a cute shot of you smiling or hitting him like you usually do whenever he’s doing something to annoy you. You, second to Atiny and Ateez, are the only thing that plagues his mind. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
But all of his plans go to waste when you all but essentially throw yourself at your boyfriend when he comes back from his US and Japan tour. It simply had been way too long without him.
“Missed you,” you whine as you bite his lips, pressing him against the door.
Yunho just smiles, his hand immediately going to your waist. “Did you now, pretty girl?” When you kiss his neck in answer, the man just laughs, caressing your hair as you mark him up. “Take what you need, my moon.”
The singer and actor is having a hard time as you grind up against him, desperate moans spilling from your swollen lips. His eyes roll to the back of his mind when you palm him, his head hitting the wooden door behind him. “Fuck,” he grans in your ear. “The bedroom. Now.”
He doesn’t wait for your answer, simply throwing you over his shoulder as if you weigh nothing. Well, it certainly would be a waste of all the hours he spent in the gym if he can’t even carry his world in his hands, right?
Gently throwing you on the bed, he quickly takes off his shirt, your pants joining the pile of clothes soon after. Caging you between his arms, he kisses down your neck, slowly making his way to your navel, eyes never leaving yours. He busies his hands with your breasts, twisting and pulling on the bud till they harden in his hold.
“This pussy clearly missed me,” he points out with a proud grin, his fingers now slick with your arousal, and he didn’t even take off your panties.
You maon, pushing your pussy right into his face. He grins, licking a strip through your ruined panties. “Now I can die a happy man, love,” he muses.
He takes off your soaked panties, keeping it aside. You’re not getting it back anytime soon, he says mentally. His cock immediately hits his abdomen as soon as he takes off his pants, stroking himself to the view of you whining underneath him.
Its then that he remembers of the plan he had made. Quickly grabbing his new phone from the puddle of clothes on the floor, he opens the camera, grinning as he filmed you.
“What are you doing, yuyu?” You whine out, getting impatient by the second. He bites his lips, giving the camera a close-up of your soaking pussy. “Want you to be the first thing in this phone, darling. Is it alright?” Albeit he should have asked beforehand, but by the fucked out face you made to the camera with your tongue lolled out, he hardly doubts you dislike it.
He laughs heartily, holding the phone in one hand as he bottoms out inside you, groaning as you suck him in further. “You never fail to surprise me, fucking hell,” he curses,
He almost drops the brand new phone when you clench around him, his mind growing fuzzy. His lithe fingers quickly find their way to your clit, drawing tight circles that have you convulsing around him. “Yunho!” You scream out, legs wrapping themselves around his waist, pushing him in further.
“Yeah, baby, scream out for me,” he says, mostly into the phone. “Let them know how good I fuck you.”
And you do just that, moans and pleads of his name being the only thing that comes out of your mouth, too fucked out to think of anything else.
He shoves the phone to where you two connected, lewd noises filling the room. His hips don’t even stutter as he fucked you, fingers playing with your clit.
It doesn’t take long for you to come gushing around him with a loud cry of his name, drenching him and the sheets below. Some did splatter on the lens, but that’s okay.
After all, he needs your remnants to always be with him.
I loved that unconventional meeting post could you maybe do a post where they realize that after meeting you for the first time that they might have a crush on you ?
ateez realizing they have a crush on you!
part 2 to unconventional first encounters with ateez (please read this first!)
pairing. ateez x reader (specifically f! reader for seonghwa & jongho)
genre. fluff, humor, teeny tiny angst if you squint
warning(s). injuries, drinking, mint choco ice cream slander, some of the endings are half-assed im sorry
word count. 8.1k oopsies
note. tysm for sending in this request!! and i'm so sorry it took so long to get to you </3 im an ungifted burnout kid so i write and think at a snail's pace lmao bUT i hope u enjoy this one :-D (feedbacks and reblogs are greatly appreciated! ily all muah)
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kim hongjoong
here's the thing about hongjoong
he can be really cool with his skateboard and his obscure music taste and whatnot
but
he can also be a little bit out of tune with his feelings (this is a certified testimony from his self-proclaimed best friend, wooyoung)
it's obvious from how he has heart eyes for you but wouldn't make a move
"so when are you taking yn out on a date?"
hongjoong's skateboard halts in an abrupt stop after he suddenly plants a foot on the concrete to take a look at wooyoung as if he's grown two heads. "when am i what??"
and wooyoung’s just kinda staring him down like man, you can't be serious rn,,,,,
everyone and their mothers in this skatepark probably knows that hongjoong is basically head over heels for you because
it's just that obvious!!!!
and wooyoung has to resist from pulling out all of his hair in frustration because the man in question is eyeing him as if he’s the weird one
it all started after your Incident™ (you falling on your ass and having hongjoong help you)
you started to frequent the skatepark with your best friend mingi, and hongjoong even mustered up enough courage to ask you for your number one day
and now you both text each other every day >:-D
he even got you your own skateboard
and he also taught you how to skate hehe
he's so whipped
"hongjoong!"
the boy immediately turns to the direction of your voice (he can recognize it even while asleep) and he sees you waving excitedly at him beside an unfamiliar boy with pink hair
unbeknownst to himself, hongjoong's face lights up at the sight of you and he quickly pushes his foot off the ground to skate towards you
"yn!" he hops off his board and pulls you into a hug, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair that makes him feel all warm and fuzzy before involuntarily pulling away to look at the boy with an all black get up beside you. “who’s this?”
“oh! this is seonghwa!” the boy with pink hair nods at hongjoong and gives him a friendly wave in greeting. “he’s mingi’s cousin. he’s visiting for a little while.”
“oh hello, cool skateboard!” hongjoong greets in return, gesturing to the pink skateboard by the boy's feet that contrasts his dark outfit and quiet personality, “i’m hongjoong! i hope we can be good friends!”
maybe not
hongjoong doesn’t know the reason why, but he feels this really uncomfortable sinking feeling in his chest whenever he sees you together with seonghwa
despite his pink hair, the boy looks very intimidating and it seems like he doesn’t talk to anyone except you
and whenever he’s with you, there’s a happy grin permanently etched on his face and you both just look so happy together—
“they probably like each other.”
hongjoong snaps his head to glare at wooyoung who’s munching on a pack of strawberry pocky sticks as he watches you and seonghwa before innocently looking back at hongjoong with a shrug, “what? i’m just saying.”
and hongjoong starts sulking because you know what,, wooyoung might be right :-(
(you, wooyoung, seonghwa, and mingi actually devised a plan to act upon your crush on hongjoong) ((and wooyoung's role is the catalyst to set the plan in motion))
and you know what,,,, maybe hongjoong does have a crush on you. yeah, but just a little bit—
“oof!” wooyoung winces when he sees you land a particularly harsh fall from your skateboard that leaves you lying face first on the ground, and he scrambles to shove the remaining pocky sticks in his mouth before thrusting hongjoong’s first aid kit towards the shell-shocked owner. “dude, go! this is your chance!”
hongjoong was just zipping up his first aid kit after grabbing his can of antiseptic spray and band aids and was ready to run to you until he sees seonghwa already tending to your wounds as he sits beside you
:-( he’s a second too late
(it looks like you two are talking about something or someone as both of your eyes discreetly flicker to hongjoong (who’s too upset to notice))
what he diD notice, however, is the pack of band aids in seonghwa’s hands
and he kinda has to crouch and put his hands on his knees so that his squinted eyes can see better
are thoSE
ARE THOSE BLACK STAR WARS BAND AIDS???
he thought cute graphic band aids were his– and only his– thing !!!!
dang it, and they look super cool too !! :-(
his own pack of pink disney princesses band aids fall to the ground as he dejectedly walks back to where wooyoung is and he slumps to the ground to place back his first aid stuff back inside the kit
looks like he won’t be needing them anymore :-(
but he still finds himself heading to where you are, and he can’t help it when he worriedly takes in your scraped elbows and knees that are covered by the black band aids. “are you okay?”
“yeah, i’m good,” you say, and hongjoong’s too distracted to notice you glancing at seonghwa who gives you an encouraging nod. you nervously twiddle your thumbs, “uhH, hongjoong, uhm. listen, do you– i MEAN, would you want to maybe grab some milkshake with me sometimes?”
“oh sure! who else is gonna be there?”
…………..
(on the other side of the park, wooyoung rips out the headpiece that taps into seonghwa’s hidden microphone and almost bashes his binoculars in frustration)
just then, hongjoong feels shivers run down his spine as he feels a pair of dark eyes glaring daggers into his back and he can feel the devil on his shoulder whisper harshly into his ear, “they’re asking you out on a date, idiot.”
(spoiler alert: it’s seonghwa)
“i was thinking maybe it could just be the two of us? you know? aHa but it’s totally fine if you don’t want to—!”
“no nO, of course !!! i’d love to!!!” hongjoong exclaims, shooting up from the ground from sheer excitement at the thought of getting milkshake with you
this is the best day of his life
“great, it’s a date then :-D OH SHIT—”
(another spoiler alert: hongjoong fainted)
park seonghwa
seonghwa can definitely see himself marrying you
but not during moments like this
"shh, don't move."
seonghwa lets out a startled noise when he's suddenly awakened by a weight on him, and he almost screams his head off until his bleary eyes slowly open to see your figure straddling his torso with what seems to be an ice cream stick (?) held in your hand while you inch closer to his face
oh! it's just you! :-D (he thought it'd be his sleep paralysis demon)
it had been your idea to buy a house and live together after he nervously got on one knee on your fifth date; which seems all too soon but it appeases both of your parents enough for them to shut up on the marriage talk, much to your and seonghwa’s relief
and after six months of living together, he's proud to declare that you're his best friend or more specifically, his soulmate :-D
which is why you both are comfortable enough to do oddly domestic things together
"baby," he rasps, voice still thick with sleep, before placing his hands on your hips to circle the skin over your nightgown with his thumbs. he lets slip an amused chuckle when he sees your furrowed brows as he holds you off from coming near him. "what are you trying to do, hm?"
"i'm waxing your brows."
seonghwa's eyes almost gouged out of their sockets
"you're what???" he snaps his head to look at the clock at the far end of the wall, all the while trying to push you off him. "why are you trying to wax my brows at… 2 in the morning??!!!!"
"no, because—" you breathlessly giggle at the panic on his face, struggling to get his grip off your wrists. "you'll thank me for this!!! trust me!"
seonghwa, mortified at the thought of you shaping his brows with only a single ambient light aiding your sight in the dark bedroom, thrashes his legs under you like a petulant child. "i'll have you know that my eyebrows get compliments all the time >:-( !!! now get off me !!"
"huh. they must be lying because you kinda look like the red angry bird, dude :-/"
∑(O_O;) !!!!
the image of the cartoon character pops up in his head; the red bird with thick furrowed brows comically pelting towards a wall of green pigs, stupefying his thoughts
his movements falter
"do- do i really.... look like an angry bird?"
"a cute angry bird," you reassure him, gently running your fingers through his hair when you see him pout after his grip on you loosen and his arms fall limply to his sides on the bed. "now, hold still okay? i'm gonna make you look super pretty!"
you dip the wooden stick into the pot of melted wax in the still plugged-in wax heater sitting on the nightstand, prepping the pink wax around the stick before leaning closer to seonghwa's face
"it's pink?" he softly asks, referring to the wax that he's only just now paying attention to, and you nod in reply
"of course! :-D it's your favorite color."
you miss the endearing blush overtaking his cheeks as you lightly slather the wax on his skin before moving to take a muslin wax strip from the pack beside you
seonghwa's hands are back on your hips (this time for his own comfort) as his wide doe eyes nervously peer up at you who's sticking the strip onto the slowly hardening wax on his skin, ready to pull
"w-will it hurt?"
"nah, you won't even feel a single thing. no need to worry :-D"
rip!
"yAAAAAOOOOOOOOwwWWwWCCcHCHHHHHCH !!!!!!! THAT HURTS !!!!!"
his head twists side to side dramatically and you have to prop your hands on his chest to regain balance on his shaking body and your own from laughing
"you said it wouldn't hurt!" he exclaims with an exaggerated pout, rubbing at the sore skin and his eyebrows furrow when you wouldn't stop laughing. "this is serious! you're hurting your future husband!"
"shut up," you playfully roll your eyes, the smile that seonghwa adores lighting up your face. "don't have to remind me that i'm stuck with your ass forever."
he grumbles, pulling the blanket to cover half of his face and hide the growing smile threatening to take over his face. "i'm calling off our engagement."
you dip the stick back in the melted wax as you hum, "you love me too much to do that."
"that's true."
this time, your cheeks grow hot as you attempt to recover from almost losing your grip on the stick, his statement having caught you off guard. he smirks at your reaction and you playfully swat his arm, earning a small ow! as you sarcastically quip, "how romantic."
you return to applying the wax on the areas of his brows that needs cleanup after your fingers forcefully drag the upturned corners of his lips downwards
"you know... i figured i'll just marry the first person my parents set me up with," he breathes, a soft smile lingering on his lips at your focused expression. "but if it hadn't been you, i'd go through– hm– i’d willingly go through 219 horrible ! horrible ! dates just so i could be with you."
"oh please," you snort, raising an eyebrow at his statement. "you'd probably end up with someone else if you went on 219 dates."
"you're right.... who could ever resist this scrumptious, absolutely handsome face–"
"i'm gonna make sure the next strip hurts twice as much :-)"
"yN ahaha PLEASE DON'T ahahah I WAS JUST JOKING—"
jeong yunho
"tonight is your first mission."
wooyoung twirls the pointing stick in his hand before slapping it against his open palm, calmly sauntering across the leeway in front of the big whiteboard in the coworking space he rented. "today's topic will cover everything you need to know, so i need you to listen very closely."
amidst the numerous empty chairs behind the large meeting table sits an eager boy with soft brown hair, his wide eyes taking in each and every word on the board while his right hand grips a pen— ready to take notes on the very important lecture wooyoung's presenting today
"but first, a pop quiz!" wooyoung suddenly smacks his pointing stick against the board, smudging the writing that reads dealing with drunk yn 101 written in pink dry erase marker and effectively startling the poor boy from the loud noise
"a- a pop quiz?" baffled, yunho feels the grip on his high-quality japanese brand pen slip. he scrambles over the table littered with his best stationery to prepare a crisp spiderman themed loose leaf paper, "but-but i haven't even learned anything yet!"
"hush, this is to test out your prior knowledge. now, i'll begin with a case study."
jeong yunho, a widely-known overachiever, strives to be the best; especially when it comes to things for you– which is why he currently remains unblinking out of sheer focus on wanting to get his answers right
he has to get it right!!!
"you're both in a cab to go home when suddenly," wooyoung aggressively taps on the stickman drawing that poorly resembles you on the board, "drunk yn sees a claw machine on the side of the road and wants you to win a stuffed animal for them. what would you do?"
what would i do? yunho can feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he desperately racks his brain for an answer that would please the red haired boy who has an eyebrow raised and his hands on his hips
think, jeong yunho! think!
"i would... politely ask for the taxi man to stop and accompany yn to the claw machine—"
"WRONG. ddaeng !!!! man, how are you so down bad– sigh,,,,, dude," wooyoung turns to lean his forehead against the whiteboard and sighs before pulling out his wallet and moves to step out of the room. "i'm gonna extend another hour for this meeting room, brb."
turns out, nothing, not even wooyoung's 4 hour lecture, could ever prepare yunho for havoc personified
a.k.a. drunk you after a night of celebrating the end of your midterms
"noooo!!! oof-" you stumble against your dresser as you try to run away from the wide-eyed boy standing dumbfoundedly in the middle of your bedroom, your bottle of cleansing oil tightly gripped in one of his hand and your cleanser in the other
yunho rapidly shakes his head like a cartoon character to get his muddled brain back on earth when you ungracefully fall onto your carpeted floor and make no move to get up. he moves closer to gently pull you off the floor as he sighs, "you'll regret not removing your makeup when you wake up tomorrow."
"no !!!" you lift your head up at his words, your pleading eyes look close to tears and yunho panics at the sight. "i don't wanna! my eye makeup looks so pretty today!! i don't want it gone :-("
yunho had to refrain from grabbing one of your pillows and stuffing it in his mouth to muffle the scream that almost slipped out at your cuteness
he also almost screamed fuck it! and hop on the bed to cuddle you to sleep right then and there but he remembers that wooyoung would probably be disappointed in him and he also doesn't want you to be uncomfortable from the smudged makeup the next morning :-(
so he stands his ground and tries to think of something that would get your makeup off while still making you happy
"how about we take some pictures?"
and that's how you both end up having a full blown out photoshoot in your bedroom, with yunho lying down on the floor at a funny angle to take pictures of you posing on the bed with your phone while his own phone rests between his armpits (... don’t ask) to shine its flashlight for extra lighting
he can't help his own chuckles from escaping his mouth as he hears your giggles, his chest warming at the sound
after an estimate of 241 pictures taken, you're finally satisfied and allows him to help take your makeup off
"am i doing this right?" yunho nervously asks, gently rubbing the cleansing oil into your skin that slowly blends with your makeup as you dazedly nod, prompting him to take a hold of your chin to minimize your movement and causing you to giggle
"why are you laughing?" he smiles, watching your eyes crinkle as you continue to giggle softly
"i don't know. i just really really reeeeallly like you."
he knows you're drunk and it might just be a mindless statement and yet still, he can't help but freeze as he feels his heart skip a beat
he stops massaging the oil on your face
you like him you like him you like him you like him you like him you like him you like him—!
“uh,, actually that’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you. i- i like you too—“
“yEah yeah, i know!” yunho feels your hand blindly slap all over his face until you finally muffle his mouth, earning a glare from the boy. “you can tell me that tomorrow. noW get back to cLeansing!!”
yunho huffs and playfully rolls his eyes at you, trying to stop himself from grinning ear to ear while inching you closer to the sink so he can rinse off the oil, “aye aye ma’am.”
“noW uhguh–” you sputter out some water that got into your mouth, earning an oops from yunho, “you have to double cleanse with tHat cleanser,” you point at the tube of cleanser on your sink, “for at least 60 seconds.”
and when he finally lathers the face wash on your skin, he actually starts counting, “one, two, three, four, five, six—”
he'd do anything for you
kang yeosang
there are two things yeosang absolutely hates in this world
number one: your job
“i have to get to work, yeo,” you chuckle, “you gotta let me go.”
the android in question is glued to your arm, refusing to let you out the door by clinging to your arm and snuggling his face into your shoulder in an attempt of convincing you to stay
“You always leave,” the blonde pouts, his eyes glistening at the thought of always being left alone from every weekday morning to wait for you to come back at night. “Why must you go to work? Can’t you just stay here?”
sometimes, you forget that your android is supposed to be a boyfriend android – which is probably why he craves your company all the time
ok you feel a bit guilty now :-(
but you’re gonna have to work because !!! unfortunately, you need money to survive !!!!
“well, unfortunately–” you struggle to untangle yourself from his grip as you try to put on your shoes, “i have to work to get money so that i can buy food to live and pay for my electricity bills that keeps your battery charged.”
he grumbles and lets out a small yelp when you successfully unlatched yourself from him, “That’s so unfair!”
you shrug as your fingers grasp the doorknob to swing your apartment door open, “mhm, it’s called capitalism. see you tonight!”
you come home from work only to find yeosang missing
just as you were about to have your second mental breakdown, you spot a lilac post it stuck to your fridge that reads I’ll be out late. Dinner’s in the fridge. :-) in perfectly aligned and neat handwriting with proper punctuation– it’s definitely yeosang
but where could he have gone to???? you don’t even know if he knows his way around the city !! omg what if he’s lost and can’t find his way back home–
you hear the sound of your front door slamming shut
“Honey, I’m home!”
you immediately rush to your entrance door, ready to reprimand him for going out until so late at night, only to pause when you see yeosang dressed in a… bright pink polo shirt… with a blue apron that covers his front… and a matching blue cap that sits atop his mop of golden hair and wait a minute is that the baskin robbins logo???
“I got a job,” he grins at you, proudly tapping on the circular logo with the initials BR that rests smack dab right above the pocket of his blue apron. “They pay me to scoop ice cream into cups for tiny humans all day! Now you won’t have to work anymore!”
he’s so proud of himself :-D
this way, you won’t be as tired and he also gets to hangout with you all day long at home !! hehe
“you know… if you have a job, that means you’re gonna have to go work everyday,,, so,, you can’t really be with me either way :-/”
his face crumples at the realization
“Do you know the number of the Baskin Robbins down the street? I’ll have to tell them that I’m quitting.”
another thing yeosang hates the most in the world is: you going on dates
“strawberry for golden boy. target located and is currently approaching the table. do you copy? over.”
yeosang can’t really remember why he agreed on showing up with a fake mustache plastered above his lips and a black fedora hiding his blonde hair in the restaurant where you are to meet the guy you’ve been talking to on tinder for days
but anything to make you happy, he guess
sitting in a few tables away from yours, yeosang nonchalantly stirs the spoon in his overpriced cup of hot chocolate as he brings the dollar store walkie talkie upon his lips, “Are the codenames really necessary?”
“…”
he sighs, “Over.”
“of course they are! we don’t want our identities compromised! wait shit he’s getting closer now, i’ll talk to you later. over and out.”
yeosang squints at the guy sitting in front of you, scanning his admittedly handsome face to quickly run a background check on him
.... for safety purposes, of course
choi jongho. born in seoul. went to seoul national university. graduated magna cum laude. is currently pursuing his masters. non-existent criminal record. does environmental volunteer work on a monthly basis. can also ?? break an apple with his bare hands ??
yeosang gulps
this guy is basically perfect
his eyes flits back to you, the sight of you laughing at something jongho said making his stomach churn
and his eyebrows furrow because ?? he’s an android ?? he doesn’t even have an actual stomach so how is he even experiencing all of these overwhelming emotions— oh.
he’s jealous
“—and did you see the way he smiled at me?” you gush excitedly all the way back home, making sure your skips are on par with yeosang’s brisk walk. “he’s adorable! we already planned second date for next week and i’m so excited—”
“52 percent.”
you pause at your tracks, turning to look at yeosang who abruptly stopped walking. “huh? what was that?”
“You’re 52% compatible with Choi Jongho.”
“oh ! i guess that’s not too shabby. although, i thought it’d be a lot higher,” you bring a finger to your chin, deep in thought
“...You’re 96% compatible with me.”
THERE he finally said it
his electric motor is probably overheating from how flustered he is but, according to his system, it’s advised to confess to the person you like instead of holding back your feelings (source: wikihow)
so, he’s doing just that
it’s a good thing that he doesn’t have sweat glands because he’s pretty sure this street would’ve been flooded by now from how nervous he is as he asks, “Would you like to go on a date with me?”
you stood in front of him with your eyes comically widened, and based on your silence, he can kinda guess what’s coming next
aha, looks like he's gonna have to shut down for the next 168 hours!
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, you can forget it. I just wanted to let you know—“ “sure” “—that I like you– ...I’m sorry, what?”
you chuckle at his shocked expression, “i said yes, yeosang. i’ve actually been waiting for you to ask me that.”
(you ended up having to bring yeosang in for maintenance and pay a $150 fee because yeosang literally short circuited at your answer)
choi san
san finds it kinda hilarious how you’ve become his best friend, seeing as you seem to be the complete opposite of him
“what do you mean you hate mint choco??” san gawks, both of his palms lying flat against the glass encasing the freezer lined with tubs of various ice cream flavors as he turns to you with an incredulous look. “how could you even say that?!!!!!”
unbeknownst to san, the blonde baskin robbins employee behind the cashier register scowls at him, annoyed that he’s going to have to clean the fingerprint marks left on the glass
you snort, “everyone knows that cookie dough is superior,” you stick your tongue out at him, eliciting a dramatic gasp from the dark haired boy, “mint chocolate tastes like eating toothpaste with chocolate chips anyway. big yuck.”
“that’s ridiculous!” san, the official defender of the controversial green ice cream, exclaims. “how are you even comparing an oral hygienic product to food?? that’s not fair!! they don’t even taste remotely alike !!!”
“mhm, whatever helps you sleep at night, sannie,” you yawn, purposely flapping a hand over your open mouth to annoy him and you giggle once he starts to pout
“Excuse me," the inhumanely gorgeous cashier calls, surprising both you and san out of the little bubble that seems to form whenever the two of you are together, "are you ready to order? You’re holding up the line.” the blonde says, a grim look on his face
you smile apologetically at the employee who has a blue circular sticker on his uniform that reads new hire and you move to tell him the ice cream you want
while waiting for the employee to scoop your ice cream into a cup, you grimace when you look behind you to see a long line of teary-eyed kids with their glaring parents, probably because it's taking too long to get their ice cream
oopsies
you and san immediately booked out of there after he was done paying
“as i was saying,” san pops in a spoonful of his ice cream before continuing, “mint choco doesn’t taste like toothpaste,” you open your mouth, ready to object, but san took this chance to shovel a spoon of the dessert into your mouth, making you sputter in disgust of the taste and effectively shutting you up, “it’s toothpaste that taste like mint chocolate.”
you pause your steps before turning to look at him in disbelief, “are you even hearing yourself right now?”
he said what he said okay!! and he’ll stand by it ┐( ˘ ､ ˘ )┌
“sometimes…. i wonder what goes on in your brain… because dude, that does nOt make any sense at all.”
ok no, you know what doesn’t make sense?
it doesn’t make sense how san seems to think of you 24/7
when he strolls around the park and sees a golden retriever quietly mingling? that’s you.
the smell of cinnamon and freshly brewed coffee when he steps into his university cafe? he loves it because he thinks it smells exactly like you.
someone’s music leaking through their headphones in the hallways? oh wait, you two blasted this song in his car once.
grocery shopping alone? he better grab some of those birthday cake flavored oreos for you even though he hates them because he thinks they’re too sweet.
it’s just what friends do, right?
“what are we watching tonight?”
ever since you two became friends, it’s become a tradition to hold a weekly movie night at your place
and without fail, san always uses this time to try and convert you to become a mint choco ice cream lover
this would be his 12th attempt
“can we watch inside out?” you say, already munching on your microwave popcorn as you lounge next to him on the loveseat in your living room. “i feel like crying today.”
san almost jumps out of the couch to do his little dance
because you know what they say,,,,,,,,,
when you’re sad, eat ice cream!
and he’s gonna make sure you eat some ice cream, alright!! :-D
specifically, his favorite ice cream flavor that he's got in your freezer :-D
so, in the middle of the movie, right after bing bong tragically disappears into the abyss (san still sheds a tear despite this being his twentieth time watching the film) and he hears your tell-tale sniffles, he dashes off to your fridge and grabs the pint of ice cream he brought for tonight along with two spoons before returning back to stand in front of the tv screen
“fear not!” san announces, holding the pint of ice cream above his head while the other hand that is gripping the spoons is placed on his hip. “i have just the right thing to make you feel better!”
he excitedly pries the lid of the pint open and you groan as you wipe the tears under your eyes, “san, i’m really not in the mood to have mint choco ice cream shoved into my throat today—”
you’re cut off by san almost shooting through your apartment roof as he blankly stares inside the pint, “hUH?”
he furrows his brows when instead of the mint green ice cream, he’s greeted by the thick consistency of creamy soft brown ice cream with chocolate chips
it can’t be
why did he get your favorite ice cream flavor instead of his own?????
he hates cookie dough ice cream, and he’s a hundred percent sure he got a pint of mint choco chip ice cream— wait a minute,
“woah, they’re really everywhere,” san mutters to himself while looking at the shelves as he pushes the grocery store cart, “yn would love this!”
“love what?” his roommate, mingi, pops up, dropping a pack of a party sized barbeque chips into the cart
“yn would love this grocery store,” he says, referring to the newly opened grocery store they're in as he hums, “there's every product that’s endorsed by their favorite k-pop group in here. i’d have to take them here sometime.”
“at this point just date yn already.”
san glares at his friend, blindly reaching for what he thinks is a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream with the thought of you stuck in his head, as always, “i don’t even talk about them that often !!!”
“sure you don’t.”
“is that…. cookie dough?”
“yeah, i guess— oof!” he falls to the ground when you literally jump on him
“WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BEST FRIEND?!!!”
after san’s reassured you that he’s still him and not some anti-mint choco san clone, you happily eat up the pint of cookie dough ice cream throughout the rest of the movie while san tries to reflect on the new found revelation that he has a crush on you
now, whenever he looks at you, everything seems to fade away and cartoonish pink flowers would appear around you and start blooming (he also hears a soft tune that goes lalalala~ in the background)
oh, and he also thinks he’d stop eating mint chocolate chip ice cream just to appease you
his friends are right, he is a simp
song mingi
long story short… you decided to move into mingi’s 2 bedroom apartment to escape from your insufferable roommate !! :-D
it had been the boy’s idea because you two meet each other literally every single day and so he thought hey, living together doesn’t sound so bad !!! you should just move in with me!! i have a spare bedroom that’s been empty for a while !!
and so you immediately packed your things, left your roommate gaping when she saw her previous one night stand awkwardly waving at her as he helped you load your things to his car, and never looked back
now you’re both currently skipping down the street en route to the local farmer’s market because mingi swears that they have cheaper and fresher produce compared to any grocery store out there
you both stop at the first stall you see
“dude, check it out :O” you point at one of the corns on display, “that one totally looks like nanami :O”
he tilts his head as he tries his best to discern any similarities between the crop and your favorite jujutsu kaisen character………. only to come up with nothing
“hm. i don’t see it.”
“no, no!” you jump up and down, hands flailing everywhere as you try to gesture out corn nanami’s features. “you see! the corn hair is, well, obviously his hair, and the green jacket kinda looks like his suit don’t you think? and oh–”
to any nearing passerby, it seems like you two are a pair of excited newlyweds who were highschool sweethearts as mingi gazes at you fondly as you continue to ramble on about the corn-nanami doppelganger
which sounds totally stupid, but he doesn't mind at all
having been too entranced by whatever it was you were saying, mingi only snaps out of his fixation on you when he realized you caught on to his staring
he clears his suddenly dry throat and his eyes flick to anywhere except you. “ehm, e–EHm yeah right,, i guess he kinda looks like, uh, that corn.”
you playfully bump your side into his arm as you exclaim an “I KNOW RIGHT” and you accidentally start a bump fight when mingi starts practically shoving you back (he sometimes forget just how big he is) and you’re both just giggling at each other like stupid kids until—
“what a good-looking couple! i’ll give you two a discount! :-D”
mingi feels you freeze up against him and shake your head at lightning speed, “oh, we’re not… we’re not a—“
“how much? :-D” he interrupts, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer as he grins at the stall owner who starts cooing
meanwhile, you resist the tempting act of whacking him with your reusable tote bag
and you may be trying to tone down the heat on your cheeks bUT that’s besides the point !!!
you’re not a couple
yet
“how cute!” the stall owner squeals, and you can nearly see the dollar signs in her eyes as gullible mingi fails to see beyond her sly marketing ploy. she hums in contemplation, “hm, maybe i shouldn’t favor you two. wouldn’t be fair for the singles out there, am i right?”
you nervously chuckle, “that’s perfectly fine!” you try to push mingi to move along the market but it’s like his feet are immediately rooted to the ground once he hears compliments directed at you both. “psst mingi, move your ass— aha i’m pretty sure we still have some corn back home anyways—“
“do we really look cute together? :-D”
cue you smacking your palm against your forehead
“why of course!” the woman nods her head eagerly, “absolutely adorable. and especially with a fine handsome young man like you!” she turns to look at you, “he’s a good one. don’t lose him, dear.”
dang, maybe you should ask her which business school she went to because her marketing skills are just straight up fire
mingi knocks his head back as he lets out a hearty belly laugh and if you squint hard enough, you can spot the pink dusting his cheeks. “ah, you flatter me too much, ma’am!.... please tell us more about how cute we look together! :-D”
… he ended up lugging an abnormally large sack of corn all the way home
“people probably think we look like a cute couple all the time, huh?” mingi grins to himself during dinner, eliciting a glare from you as you take another hesitant bite of the… weirdly edible grilled corn salad
your bowls of corn soup and corn rice bowl (don’t ask) along with a cup of sweetened corn for dessert remains untouched while mingi scarfs down his own like a mad man
you don’t even want to know how he’s been surviving on his own
“remind me to never let you grocery shop again,” you grumble, stabbing your fork into the bowl of corn salad as mingi stares at you, finding your anger cute somehow
huh… that’s weird
why does he think your furrowed brows and the aggressive chewing behind your pouty lips are the cutest things ever right now?
uh oh
your heart practically leaped out of your chest as you yelp in surprise when mingi suddenly stands up from the dining chair and sprints to his room without a word
???
you resume back to eating your food
meanwhile, mingi grabs his laptop and looks up a love meter website to calculate love percentage while trying to calm down his erratic heart rate
he quickly types in his and your names into the website and crosses his fingers with his eyes shut as he waits for the results
ding!
he opens his eyes and excitedly reads the words on the screen
90%! Love is in the air!
:-D <3 !!!
“mingi… why are you sitting on my lap.”
“i think i’m in love with you.”
jung wooyoung
“i’m feeling lonely ♫ oh i wish i’d find a lover that could hold me ♫ now i’m crying in my room ♫ so skeptical of love ♫ but still i want it more, more, mOre ♫ i give a second chance to cUPID–”
“sing that song one more time and i will shoot you with an actual arrow.”
“hmph, meanie :-(“
usually, wooyoung would sing along to that stupidly addicting cupid song you always sing whenever you’re with him
but right now, he’s a man on a mission !! and he’s very serious about it
“i need absolute silence,” he mutters quietly, his eyes zeroing at the very serious task in hand with his brows furrowed in concentration
“you’re being dramatic.”
his head snaps up to look at you with a glare. “excuSe me? i’m sorry that i’m the only one who obviously has a passion for art here!!”
and by art, he means frosting heart-shaped sugar cookies
this is like, one of the first few human activities he’s doing !! so he wants to actually be good at this !! (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ
he doesn’t know why but he really wants to make you proud :-(
you stifle a giggle when you see his hands practically tremble as he continues to squeeze out the pastel pink frosting from the piping bag onto the heart-shaped cookies
how cute
you walk over to him and gently wrap your hand around his that’s currently holding the piping bag with a death grip, making him let out a small yelp in surprise
“you need to relax,” you softly chide, helping him loosen up his grip to gently guide him into pressing the piping bag properly
meanwhile, wooyoung’s trying to refrain himself from jumping out of your apartment window and flying to mount olympus because he can feel your breath on his neck and his heart is beating a little too fast and omg you’re so close to him &:&;;’js!
honestly, this isn’t the first time wooyoung’s felt this way towards you
it’s just,, he just feels so carefree and himself whenever he’s with you
and also because he thinks you’re the best human ever
and that you have the most beautiful smile
and that if he tries to personify love, the first thing that’d pop up in his head would be an image of you with crinkled eyes and a smile, your twinkly laughter ringing in his ears
but he’d rather let zeus zap him on the butt with a thunderbolt than admit that
“see!” you let go of his hand to excitedly gesture towards the pink cookie you helped him with, “you can do it if you let yourself have fun a little ! this one actually looks pretty decent :-D”
he already misses the warmth of your hand
“are you saying the ones i did before look bad?” he raises a brow, and your eyes nervously flicker to the tray of heart-shaped cookies that looks like it’s been frosted by a kindergartner
you start sweating
“nO of course not aha!!!! haha!!!!” he narrows his eyes at you. “okay not even gonna lie but, they do look kinda bad I’M SORRY”
he huffs, offended. “it's aBstract!”
“it’s lopsided.”
gasp D-:
you laugh when he aggressively rips off his apron before sulking, “i hate baking.”
but he knows that he’d do anything to become human; to leave his cupid errands just so he could be a regular boy who dreams of opening a bakery down the street
and in this alternate universe he’s envisioned, he’d actually manage to do it and that’s where he would first meet you
with his hands coated with flour and him sporting a messy apron, a boyish grin on his lips as he tells you that the small bag of pastry in your hands is on the house and he’d watch as your cheeks endearingly heat up
and then this alternate universe wooyoung would lean against his sleek car as he waits for you outside your apartment for a set date to an amusement park, where he’d win a giant teddy bear for you from one of those rigged game stalls
and he would try his best to make you the happiest you can be every single day
but in this life, he can only distract himself for so long from your fate that's set in stone by the red string intertwined on your pinky finger that stretches out long and far outside your apartment door— a painful reminder of the first thing his mother’s ever told him about love,
that it is never fair.
(he looks at his own gray string looped around his pinky with its short length frayed around the edges before glancing over to you who’s packing the cookies in a tupperware for him to bring while he does his cupid errands, and he knows he doesn’t regret falling for you even though he knows how it’ll end.)
choi jongho
“what do you mean you can’t go????”
jongho may or may not have tears in his eyes right now
“look, man. i really am sorry, i know we planned this weeks ago but it’s an emergency,” mingi sighs from the other line of the call, sounding genuinely regretful. “i really can’t go.”
“the new jujutsu kaisen movie drop isn’t an emergency, hyung.”
“it is !!!!!” mingi exclaims, and jongho wonders whether he’s actually a year older than him. “and i have to be one of the first people who watches it so i’m not exchanging my movie ticket for anything else.”
wow
this hurts even more than the top 10 anime betrayals :-(
“you know what? you should go do it with yn instead. you two look cute together.”
record scratch
jongho almost drops his phone placed on his ear as he feels his cheeks flush a bright beet red. “whAt !!” he squeaks.
“‘kay! i’ll talk to you soon !!!! have fun on the date hehe :-D” beep.
see… the thing is…
jongho really looks up to mingi
he’s his favorite frat brother !!!!!
and so, he finds himself sitting on the couch of your apartment right after the call, obediently following his hyung’s suggestion
curse his soft, compliant heart
“choi jongho, are you asking me out on a date?”
“-!” jongho chokes on his saliva, sputtering out unpleasant noises before bringing his fist to his chest, “n-not a date!” he manages to choke out and you grin cheekily at him. “it’s just a paint & wine class that i was supposed to go with mingi hyung but he ended up bailing, a-and it’s non-refundable and i’ve already paid in full so i’m basically forced to take you instead–”
“yeah yeah,” you dismissively wave a hand at him, already sprinting to your bedroom to get ready. “whatever. i guess i’ll agree to go on a date with you.”
“IT’S NOT A DATE!”
jongho doesn’t know when it all started
after his frat party, you two somehow always meet each other in every party he goes to and you’d both hangout in the corner of the room together, enjoying each other’s company and leaving together when the bass of the loud music finally deafens your ears
and soon enough, you have his number and he has yours, and the party hangouts turn into lunch hangouts that happens almost every day (he looks forward to it and will sulk when he doesn’t meet you at least once a day)
you also like to give him free iced americano and savory pastries from the cafe you work at !! :-D
safe to say, jongho likes you
uH, as a friend !!! of course
yeah
just as a friend
mhm
“psssst, jongho,” you whisper from across the table, stifling a giggle as you eye the other people attending the paint & wine class. “i think you need new prescription glasses.”
“if you ever mention this to wooyoung hyung, i’ll revoke our friendship,” he grits out before chugging his glass of red wine, the tip of his ears flushed red
turns out, jongho had accidentally booked two spots for a paint & wine class reserved for the elderly (which, jongho thinks, is a stupid idea because why would they let old people have a night of free-flow wine????)
the painting instructor actually felt so bad for him that they allowed you two to join the class anyways
so here you are, sitting in the two seat table smackdab in the middle of the room with everyone’s eyes on you
it also doesn’t help that you two decided to dress super fancy as a joke for the night, with jongho wearing a crisp dark gray suit over a white button up that’s barely buttoned and you with a white floor-length evening dress under the apron they gave you
it looks like you both just ditched a wedding or something
which is precisely the look you two are going for !!! :-D
and honestly, his hyungs can tease him all they want for all the mini adventures he does with you but he’s truly the happiest when he’s with you (he will never say this to your face)
“look at what i painted!”
jongho looks up from his canvas to see you pursing your lips in concentration over yours, your hand tightly gripping one of the paintbrushes as you finish up some small details before turning the easel to proudly present the A4 canvas to him. “tadaa!”
the reference for today’s class is an acrylic portrait of a brown kitten and jongho personally thinks he nailed his own rendition of the painting projected on the projection screen in front of the room so he’s really excited to see yours!!!
uhm
“...........yn, that’s not the painting we’re doing today.”
you nod, “i know.”
on your canvas, you’ve painted what looks like a hut with three beds all in different sizes, a dining table with three different sized bowls of porridge, and a family of brown bears with a little blonde boy—
"did you seriously paint me as goldilocks?”
you grin cutely at him, “i did!” you point at goldilocks-jongho on your painting, “you’re with your bear family now! isn’t it cute? :3”
(jongho’s trying his best to not bash his head through the canvas because !!!! nu uh nope nO, he definitely does not like you !!! not at all !!!! it’s just the wine doing things to his brain—)
“and i also painted the bears’ bed sheets purple because it’s your favorite color! and— oh shit.”
a loud clink echoes throughout the room, making everyone's heads (yes, the paint instructor as well) turn to look at your table
…………………
you accidentally plunged your paintbrush in your wine glass instead of the plastic cup of water beside it
both of your eyes widen at the sight of the purple paint staining the red liquid in the expensive glass
and honestly, you can probably just ask for a new glass of wine and apologize for this tiny mistake and it’ll be like nothing ever happened (except for the fact that you'll be embarrassed for the rest of the night)
but where’s the fun in that?
you exchange glances before jongho abruptly stands up from his chair, grab both of your canvases in one hand, and interlaces the other with yours as you two run out of the room, both of your laughters ringing throughout the hallway
“that’s so embarrassing!” you yelp, slamming jongho’s car door behind you before he turns on the engine, quickly backing up from the parking lot to drive away from the building. you groan as you lean back on the passenger seat, “please don’t ever take me to another paint & wine class again.”
jongho can’t help but chuckle at your flustered expression as he carefully place the canvases on the backseat without his eyes leaving the road, “i actually think that was pretty fun.”
“should we get dinner?”
“sure, i know a place. we could pretend we’re having our first anniversary so that they’d give us free chocolate lava cake.”
“are you just using this chance to pretend to be my boyfriend again?” you tease, trying to hide the smile on your face
“why are you so shy about it? we literally made out once–”
⋆ synopsis. it seems like your husband can’t keep it in his pants, not even on a fucking christmas dinner with his family. but, as the lovely wifey you are, you gotta give him some relief, right?
pairing. husband! jung wooyoung & fem! reader.
wc. 3,2k
warnings. smut (mdni!), suggestive language, cussing, almost!! getting caught by wooyoung’s mom (oops), pet names (love, babe, my wife, pretty girl & more), nipple play, wooyoung sucks your entire skin (neck, collarbone, tits and the list can continue…), teasing, wooyoung tears your panties to shreds heh, not dirty—NASTY TALK, begging, yn at some point says “stop” but it’s bc she’s far too blissed out; not bc she actually wanted him to stop, this is alllll consensual!!, unprotected sex, praise ofc, squirting, gut-wrenching fluff in the end ‘cause love him too much.
nic’s notes ⋆ first ff of the xmas event yes sir !! i felt some shit writing this istg (๑/////๑ " )
you know holidays, right?
the perfect opportunity for the entire family to gather and celebrate achievements, blessings, and thousands and thousands of other things. cousins, nephews, aunts, uncles, and even great-grandparents were reunited in that cold and windy winter night. an entire feast was splayed on the table for everyone’s delightfulness, different kinds of foods and smells mixing and creating a delicious, toe-curling experience for anyone’s nostrils.
the hours you had spent shopping for every ingredient for each dish, cutting the vegetables, cooking everything to the exact, perfect point and term really paid off once your and your husband’s family were brought together at the large, dark oak table to celebrate your very first holiday — both families now joined together as one.
nothing could go wrong. the chatting flew as calm and joyful as spring water, sharing experiences and old memories pleasingly, smiles spread like the most enchanting disease—as well as the wholesome ambience, and everything was accompanied by a delightful meal, the well-deserved five star bonus of the evening.
so, if everything was meant to go perfectly, then why the hell was your husband staring at you with the most explicit, sluttiest “fuck me” eyes you’ve ever seen?
wooyoung sat in front of you, his two cousins sitting each on his sides. his plate was rather full, and that had an explanation: he was far too gone and busy burying heart-shaped daggers into your eyes while his hand cupped his cheek, head tilting to his right — his tongue glided over his dry bottom lip every now and then. you’d bet that none of his thoughts were in the bible. ‘cause fuck, even his younger brother would guess that something’s odd about him. that that’s not the usual behavior of his dear older brother.
“yn? darling?” the voice of wooyoung’s mother dragged out quickly of your insulation bubble. her tilted head clearly showed that she had been trying to talk to you for a while. a soft, warming hue of red struck your cheekbones.
as you gyrated your head to meet her worried gaze, you replied. “yes! mrs. jung, ‘m sorry. what were you saying?”
“are you doing fine, sweetie? you were gone for a bit.” she stared at you intently, genuinely worried about her daughter in-law. oh that woman was almost a fallen angel—if not one. if only she knew it was his own son who was to blame—the very last person she’d suspect, and oh, how deliciously ironic that was.
the figure of your husband’s shit-eating grin could be seen out of the corner of your eye—a sight that ignited a fiery rage within you, yet one you couldn’t help but savor, lingering on the view as long as possible before responding to your sweet mother-in-law. “oh, it was nothing. i’m prolly just zoning out because of how tired i am. y’ know, spending the entire day in the kitchen was exhausting.” the cherry on top of the excuse was the little, innocent giggle you emitted by the end. the woman gave you the most pitiful, yet endearing look. she lifted her arm, indicating with her open palm the white stairs, the reflection of the christmas-decorated banister lighting up her eyes.
“oh, sweetheart. you should go rest, it’s pretty late after all.” her gesture softened your heart, chest clenching a bit.
this woman was going to be the death of you! … uhm, never mind. first place is taken by wooyoung, who seems quite excited with the idea of going upstairs with you, by the way. take a guess at what his mind is scheming.
you shook your hands in front of your chest, quickly denying the opportunity. “thank you really, but i’m okay. i’ll just go wash my face.” you excused yourself, hovering your leg over the other and getting yourself up. “maybe that way i can wake up completely.” ending with a little giggle, you started walking towards the staircase when suddenly, the voice of your dear husband rang inside your ears.
“excuse me. i’ll go help my wife.” his foxy eyes curved into crescent moons, and his lips stretched wide, forming an upward line. oh fuck, you were done for.
“oh yes, i was about to ask you to do the same. please, son.” she stated, nodding approvingly. oh what a gentleman she had raised.
you resumed your steps quickly, arriving to the second floor in less than you expected. you turned your head, only to be met with an empty corridor. thank goodness he hadn’t gotten there yet.
or so you thought. ‘cause when you refocused your attention to your front, a pair of arms grabbed you by your waist and swung you around the air in a swift motion as he dragged you to an empty room. the last sound heard in the corridor was the slam of a closing door.
your breathless body was pinned against a cold wall, trapped between two quite familiar, tanned arms. simultaneously, your disoriented irises tried to adjust to the darkness of the room and focus on the feverish, hungry eyes standing in front of you.
“wh… what the fuck was that.” you muttered as the remains of your breath flew away. wooyoung seemed enchanted by your current state though.
“heeey, don’t curse at me like that.” his gentle, cocky voice penetrated your mind like a bullet. knuckles crept up the sides of your exposed arms, providing soothing strokes — goosebumps prickled to life in response. he opened his warm palms and reached to your also bare shoulder, massaging them. “after all, ’m jus’ here to help you.” he pulled his secret weapon and started making out with your neck, licking your flesh like a starving man and spreading wet kisses all over it.
“help me? how are you helping me like this?” you uttered as your breath hitched, head leaning to the side at the right angle to give him enough space.
wooyoung sucked that sensitive spot that always made your eyes roll to the very back of your head, dragging a whine out of you successfully. his chuckle and victorious smirk didn’t go unseen by your already blissed-out self. he leaned back a little to admire you. just for a bit, palms not leaving their place. “you’ll know when we’re done.” his hands moved in a swift motion, arms wrapping around your thighs and shoulders, lifting you effortlessly in a princess carry. “for now, just shut up and enjoy it, hm?”
“w-wooyoung—you know we can’t do this now— angh!” your anxious, flustered self made a futile attempt to reason with wooyoung, hoping he’d remember that both your families were gathered downstairs for a fucking christmas dinner—while he, entirely unbothered, seemed more than eager to spend the evening thoroughly ruining you in the bed just one floor above. and that was clearly shown when he threw you to the bed as if you were the lightest feather and immediately crawled to you.
“c’mon, love. i just wanna help you stay awake” his gravelly voice purred gift next to your ear as his taunting hands played with the sides of your dress, fingertips aching and itching to rip it off you.
he had you underneath him, completely flustered and nervous. he knew you were really anxious about the dinner—you’d spent a whole hour straight ranting about how nerve-wracking the preparations were, only to end up feeling physically ill from the overwhelming surge of dopamine flooding your system. but your reddened cheeks were smiling at him and your plump lips were whispering nasty things to him. holy fuck, how couldn’t he be tempted?
he needed to be balls deep in you. now.
his skillful tongue found home in your neck and collarbone, sucking cute love bites all over. but, your body was still tense, too uneasy at the thought of the possible scenario of someone entering the room and catching the two of you in such a compromising position.
“b-babe, please—hmph”
in a sultry tone, he muttered, “already begging. so fucking cute.” a smirk was drawn on his lips before his hands reached to your cleavage and popped your tits out of your low-cut dress. “y’ want me to fuck you? ‘s that what it is?”
before you could even think of an answer, he dived right into your breasts, licking your sensitive nipples as though they were his favorite toy — because they absolutely were.
god, the incessant thoughts that ran through your head and his tongue lapping around your buds were too much. everything was starting to be too much, and he hadn’t even taken your clothes off. with heightened sensitivity, your lips fell open and a beautiful, sweet melody of your moans and whimpers escaped through them — a delightful melody for your husband’s ears.
impatient hands stripped you of your glittery dress, leaving you with nothing but your black, thin panties. wooyoung took a moment for himself — well, more accurately for you, to admire and revel in your beauty as he should. a rush of blood surged to his cock, making it throb even harder than before. he was no more than a man, overwhelmed by desire. “you’re fucking irresistible, y’ know that?” he started down to where your and his crotch connected, brows furrowing when he saw your clothed pussy. “i think it’s time for this to go.”
a sharp rrrrrip! bounced through the walls and brought your attention. “woo did you just—?!” you followed the movement of his hands, which discarded the shreds of black fabric to the floor. “that was my—! hahh” and his thumb flew right to your already swollen clit, stimulating it with circling motions.
“why’re you whining when you know i’ll buy you ten more pairs,” he whispered as he soaked in the unsteady shiftiness of your body — and for that, he posed a strong yet harmless grip on your waist. his fat thumb worked nonstop over your bud, sending sparks right to it. your body jolted upward at the feeling of his middle and index fingers tracing soft lines up your pink folds. the sight of your walls clenching and relaxing around nothing spun him. “ooh, what a greedy wifey i got.” he chuckled under his breath, gaze stuck to his home — and i mean your cunt. “sooo desperate for my fingers, huh?”
at this point, any sense or unsteady thought had already vanished away, completely replaced by a selfish state of mind. you wanted him to finger you, fuck you, drive you insane. and you wanted it right fucking now. and so you mewled, “god, please just do something.”
“got the name wrong, darling.” and with that, he pushed two fingers at once inside your fluttering walls, tugging a satisfied moan out of you. “it’s wooyoung. or hubby” he giggled. he fucking giggled as he rammed those fingers mercilessly, shooting stars and fireworks filling your vision.
“w-wait stop— baby, please— fffuck!” stuttering words and incoherent gibberish spilled from your swollen lips, too red and slick from how often and harshly you’d bitten them; eyes welling up with tears from the intense pleasure overload.
“stop?” a chuckle rumbled through his chest. “fine then” he withdrew his long phalanges, leaving you empty. completely fucking empty, with velvety and throbbing walls already missing him. you cried as you felt the void of your pulsating pussy, but before you could coax a desperate “please” from your lips, wooyoung grabbed you by the waist. you gasped, as he manhandled you, positioning you on top, naked folds grazing his clothed sex.
you pouted and wooyoung laughed. he was finding this shit way too funny. “since you so nicely begged me to stop, then put your back into it, mm?” a loud smack! reverberated through the walls as his heavy palm landed on the flesh of your ass. “fuck yourself on my cock, pretty girl.”
and did he have to tell you twice. desperate, shuddering hands worked on his dress pants, quickly undoing his belt and zipping it down just enough to uncover his rock-hard bulge. you grabbed the band of his boxers and pulled it down as well, his cock springing finally free. with a smooth movement, you took his member and positioned it below you. and just before you sit down on him completely, someone knocked on the fucking door.
the surprise caused you to jolt and lose control, sinking in a faster and sloppier motion than you intended — a loud cry resonating through the thin walls the moment his tip kissed your cervix perfectly. with eyes wide open, you slapped a hand over your mouth, cursing yourself for being so fucking noisy and sensitive and—
“yn? are you in here?” the muffled voice of wooyoung’s mother echoed from the other side of the door.
shit shit shit.
“y-yes, ma’am! i… ’m kinda busy over in here—ugh!” you tried to speak as loud and clear as you could, but wooyoung seemed to be unbothered by your efforts since he grabbed your hips and started swaying your core up and down his girth. up, down, up, down.
you stared at your husband with glaring eyes, stabbing knives into his. fuck, did this man even care about being heard by his own mother? now, with all doubts gone, you’re certain you’ve married a freak.
“are you okay, sweetie? what’s going on over there?”
and you swear you heard the door creaking open, so you exclaimed. “no! everything’s fine!” you yelped, your voice higher-pitched than you intended. “please don’t come in.”
wooyoung chuckled underneath you, soaking in the sight of your nervous self trying to mute your cries as your tits bounced right on his face. he could die right there and then and he’d be happy. “what’s wrong, baby? can’t take it?” he whispered as he gazed directly into your tightly scrunched eyes, your partially open mouth releasing nothing more but silent cries and pleas.
“fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” you hushed soundlessly, yet willingly bouncing up and down his length. the low, manly giggle he uttered spun you. fuck, he had you wrapped up around his finger.
“oookay? uhm, do you know where my son is? is he there with you?”
he grinned. that shit-eating grin you hated so damn much appeared all across his face. “c’mon pretty, tell her the truth. tell her how good i’m fucking you, how good you’re taking my cock, hm?” he growled into your ear, his voice low and raspy, sending shivers down your spine. the sound was intoxicating, clouding your thoughts and turning your mind into mush.
your throbbing walls clenched around him subconsciously, his head rocking back in reaction. “he’s… he’s here with me, h-helping me like he said he would.”
wooyoung seemed utterly satisfied by your answer, his grin only spreading wider. “that’s my wife. so beautiful.”
“perfect then! i’ll see you in a bit then.” after those words, no other sound was heard — other than the wet clapping of your flesh against his hips.
“‘s she gone?” your half-lidded eyes stared down at your husband, who was hugging you by the waist, face deeply buried in your bobbing, soft tits. your hands flew to the back of his head, cupping his neck whilst caressing his raven hair fondly. at your words, his head lifted, and took a glance at your divine expression.
“baby, i didn’t care, not even a second, if she was hearing or not.” his intoxicating, dark irises sent love letters to yours, utterly drunk in love. “i jus’ wanna cum inside your sweet pussy.”
skillful fingers crept to your hardened, overstimulated nipples and all the way down where your bodies collided, positioning right on your clit. his left hand stroked your firm nipple and played with one breast, letting wooyoung’s tongue take care of the other whilst his right hand shifted rapidly over your bundle of nerves.
he fell in love with you again as he saw your back arching into a perfect crescent moon. “good girl.” your loud whines and moans only encouraged him to keep going. “so responsive to me.” he exhaled breathlessly. “fuck, are you about to cum, baby?”
“y-yeah, fuck— woo, i-i’m gonna cum, ‘m gonna fucking cum” you yelped as your bounces became sloppier, more desperate and more reckless. wooyoung motivated you by whispering sweet things and heart-melting praises right into your ear.
“cum, baby. cum for me, milk me dry.” and with one last bounce, you sprayed your juices all over him, soaking his pants and white shirt even more.
exasperated grunts and exhales left your husband’s mouth at the sensation of your folds clamping down on him — you definitely understood the assignment of milking him dry. ‘cause your pussy received the hot ropes of cum that his dick spurted out with great pleasure, sucking the life out of his poor, now softened length.
you crumbled down on him, your weakened core landing on top of him with his dick still inside you. your head found home in the crook of his neck as his hand reached to your back, wrapping your waist safely whilst the other provided soothing ministrations to your face. with your last ounce of strength, you pulled the sheets over your naked bodies, an even warming sensation drowning the both of you.
“fuck” was all you could mutter. “how’re we going to get back there, they’re waiting for us.”
wooyoung hummed thoughtfully, the vibrations rumbling through his chest and brushing against your skin. “we could pretend we fell asleep. with that, they shouldn’t suspect a thing.”
“hey that’s actually a great id—“
the door creaked open and your bodies jerked softly. the both of you knew exactly what to do, so your eyes flew shut. wooyoung even started snoring quietly to add a spec of realism to the scene.
the sound of your mothers’ voice echoed through your ears. “she said wooyoung was helping… her” wooyoung’s mom immediately lowered her voice as she took in the scene. an almost soundless aww escaped your mom’s lips.
“well sure he was helping her.” your mother sighed at the wholesome moment she had the luck of appreciating.
“i think he was massaging her. ‘cause when i knocked on the door, i could hear like— muffled sounds, that seemed like moans.” she stated, and you froze in place — well, not like you could move an inch. “at first i was confused, but then she clarified that wooyoung-ah was helping her “like he said he would”” she remarked your words as if she had studied them.
“oh i see.” your mother spoke. “i think we should let them sleep. my poor yn had a long day.”
and with that, the door shut closed with a soft click.
wooyoung giggled under the covers as your face burned from the embarrassment.
“massaging? well, that’s a way to put it.”
“wooyoung, babe, as much as i love you, please shut the fuck up.”
he laughed wholeheartedly, a gut-wrenching sound that never fails to make you smile. “you embarrassed, my love?”
you slapped your open palm against his exposed chest as you whined. “stoppp.”
his small, soft giggle buzzed inside your eardrums before he left on the top of your head a kiss full of fondness and affection. “cutie.”
