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warnings: bathroom sex (mentioned), fingering, slight rivals with benefits
it was just for fun—hyunsuk always thought of it like that. he works hard to try and beat her in class and she works just as hard to beat him. there really wasn't a bad blood between them, they just liked the aspect of having to fight with someone for their grades minus the aspect of them being full blown enemies.
except, no one seemed to take a hint. "the more you hate, the more you love." being thrown out more than once already and as annoying as it was, hyunsuk just didn't feel like he should deny it. but it bothered her enough that she would approach him during their free time. in fact, she had the guts to talk about school in a club.
one thing after another, hyunsuk ended up fucking her in the club's bathroom thus starting their weekly booty calls. she's stressed? well hyunsuk's going to fuck her until she won't remember what was stressing her out. hyunsuk's needy? she takes care of him in a way that leads to him wanting more.
no one suspected that they were seeing each other like that and it was nice if it stays that way... although yet again it adds a tension that some people misinterprets as them hating each other.
thats how they ended up being project partners for a whole semester and why they were in the library finding materials for their research or well were they?
with what could be described as a shitty grin was on hyunsuk's face as his fingers found its way in her. it was just so fun watching her try to absorb information from a book and yet she's been stuck in the same page for a while now unable to focus on the words.
deciding that it was starting to get boring, hyunsuk sped up his fingers making sure to curl it in a way where little moans would leave her bruised lips—bruised both by how hard she bites her lips to stay quiet and hyunsuk's bruising kisses the previous day.
she was close and hyunsuk knew it. from the way it seemed harder to keep her moans quiet and how she was gripping on to the table a little too hard. what did hyunsuk do next? he removed his fingers and licked it clean, jsut before she could cum.
he shouldn't have giggled at the way she scowled at him with such an intense glare. he was really testing her patience but imagining the sex later, its worth whatever revenger she's planning.
one day, mama bae was going to make milk for baejin but baejin was like, "no, i can do it." he proceeds to bump into the corner of a desk and thats how he got his scar. this perfectly matches with how mama bae said that jinyoung can do everything well alone. with that being said, baebae its ok to rely on others.
also his scars had no business being that hard to find like ??? his hair is always blocking it and that made me realize that for the longest time his bangs were a public enemy. love long haired jinyoung though
note: i've talked about this one with someone before and i feel like i should share it. also sorry for being inactive but i'm really busy and its hard to think naughty thoughts when i'm just so stressed.
byounggon:
this is probably due to my attachements on studio sex and byounggon but his favorite sex position would the one where he sits on a chair with you straddling him. not only can he see your face, once the both of you are done he could just let you warm his cock and continue on producing a song or writing some rap lyrics.
seunghun:
doggy style. i did not need to think that long about this one like listen he gets to fuck you while seeing your ass jiggle every time he thrusts in you? the thought just leaves seunghun in shambles. he would also pull you by your hair just so he could have you close enough to hear whatever filthy thing would leave his mouth.
jinyoung:
your legs over his shoulders is always jinyoung's favorite. he could get in much deeper and make you an absolute mess. sex with jinyoung would always be intense and if neither of you are sweaty and out of breath then he's still far from done.
yonghee:
cowgirl... if you're the sub, his hands would be gripping on your waist as he guides you against his thrusts and if you're the dom my oh my he would look so pretty underneath you whining and all that. yonghee really likes this position and it also helps that he could keep eye contact with you during the entire thing. please do lay on his chest once you're done, that makes his heart swell.
hyunsuk:
not exactly a position..? but i feel like hyunsuk fave would be wall sex like listen we know he's lazy and he will complain that it was a little too tiring but something about how you wrap your hands and legs around him for support just has the blood rushing south. it turns him on to no end seeing you this dependent on him. it doesn't help that he has a slight size kink too.
pairing: boyfriend!idol!yonghee x non-idol!fem!reader
genre: sickening fluff, smut (minors gtfo)
words: 2.8k
warnings: soft dom!yonghee, fem-bodied!reader, mentions of yonghee working too hard, mentions of water and the ocean, yonghee abs hehe (the yabs, if you will), body worship, slight marking, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), semi-public oral sex, cum eating (sorta?), basically they're in love and we're all sad about it lol
requested: why yes indeed
a/n: my beautiful @shwazzberryswriting, this one is for you! sorry it took so long, life has been stinky recently lol. I hope you all enjoy this, I'm down bad for cix and I! fucking! love! them! keep an eye out for more yonghee, I've got a big one in the works 😈🖤
“Seriously, why did I let you convince me to do this?”
You giggled at the distress in Yonghee’s voice as waves soaked his pants up to his knees. His fingers gripped yours hard enough to bruise, but you didn’t mind. You held his hands with equal strength as you walked backwards through the surf, appreciating the warm sunlight on your face.
“You know you would much rather be here than in a meeting right now.” You replied to his rhetorical question. You savored the mild breeze that stirred the roots of your hair, coming in from the sea.
Yonghee grumbled something unintelligible at this, but you knew he agreed with you. His meeting at the company was important, but you’d managed to wrangle the other boys into covering for him so you could take your boyfriend to the beach. He worked so hard all the time, you knew the stress had to be getting to him—surely the company would survive with Yonghee gone for an afternoon.
“I should have just taken my pants off,” he lamented when rogue waves once again splashed up his legs.
“No one would complain about that.”
Yonghee rolled his eyes and you grinned. “Yeah, yeah. I swear you only want me for my body.”
You pretended to be offended and he laughed at the expression on your face. You rotated so you were facing the same direction as Yonghee, touching only at your hand still dwarfed in his. He smiled softly down at you, his eyes sparkling in the midday sun.
Your heart squeezed. Yonghee could joke all he wanted about you lusting after him, but nothing could describe the genuine affection you held for the boy. Since the beginning of your relationship last November, it was like your entire center of gravity had shifted.
He was unbearably sweet and considerate, probably the kindest human being you’d ever met. You still had trouble conceptualizing that he was yours, as you were his.
And in truth, though you joked about wanting Yonghee, nothing had happened between the two of you yet. You were content to take it slow if that was what he wished, though you had started wondering in recent weeks if his outlook on the matter was changing. His absentminded touches across your hair or back had turned lingering, and sometimes you caught him staring at you a little too long.
Your attention was drawn from your thoughts when Yonghee’s hand tightened on yours. You glanced up at him and your cheeks heated when you found him already looking at you. He smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.
“What was that for?” You scrunched your nose.
“Sometimes I wonder where you go in that little head of yours.” Yonghee released your linked hands so he could throw his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side. “What were you thinking about?”
Your cheeks were painfully hot now. “Nothing, nothing. Just glad I’m here with you.”
Yonghee scoffed softly but didn’t call you on your half-lie. He just walked with you through the surf, stopping only to roll his pants all the way above his knees. You braced your hands on his shoulders as he repeated the action for you. His fingertips trailed over your bare calves, raising chills.
You thought you both looked a little ridiculous with your pants rolled up so high, but Yonghee looked so content to be in the waves without getting them wet that you didn’t mention it. This was why you had chosen to bring him here, after all. He had access to basically everywhere, but how often did he have time to just be outside? No schedule, no cameras, just him.
He gazed out at the ocean as you watched him. You had the insane urge to poke the sweet mole beneath his eye with your finger. Or maybe the tip of your tongue.
Jeez, cool it. You silently chastised yourself, accidentally making your cheeks warm again.
You watched the idea slowly forming on Yonghee’s face long before he actually did anything. His eyes narrowed, just barely, as he watched the surf bubbling around your feet. His bottom lip jutted out in a subtle pout, then the corners curled upwards in a secret smile.
You had just opened your mouth to say something when he sprung away from you without warning. The world slowed as Yonghee kicked the wave washing up onto the beach. The spray soaked your front and you screeched in surprise.
He stood there for a moment, just watching with wide eyes as laughter bubbled from your chest. You looked down at your soaked front. Your faded jeans were darkened to navy, your white shirt nearly see-through.
“Oh, you…” identical grins formed on both of your faces as you each dared the other to move first. “You are dead meat, pretty boy.”
Yonghee released a sound that could only be described as pure, unbridled joy as he turned and ran. You sprinted after him, still shin-deep in the surf. He laughed breathlessly, looking back at you over his shoulder every couple seconds.
God, he was fast. Stupid, ridiculous long legs.
He stooped and used both arms to splash water in your direction. You couldn’t be bothered to stop running to avoid it—you wouldn’t have been able to check your speed anyway. So you ran through the cascade of saltwater he sent flying at you, cackling as you ran around him.
Yonghee was up and following you in a second. And you realized immediately that this had been a mistake.
Because the very fast, stupidly long-legged boy was now chasing you.
You screeched, adrenaline bursting inside you as Yonghee easily caught up with you. His arms wound tightly around your waist, half-lifting you out of the water as you kicked the air.
Your flailing feet managed to meet the water again, showering you both in the spray. Yonghee released you at last and you turned to face him.
You were both drenched, crusted in drying salt and sand alike. His hair hung into his eyes, water dripping onto his cheeks as he grinned down at you.
He took a wet strand of your hair between his fingers and laughed. “You’re soaked.”
“Whose fault is that?” You playfully shoved his chest and tried not to think about the lean muscle you felt beneath your palms.
Yonghee caught your wrists in his hands and held them against him. You raised onto your tip-toes so he could press a soft kiss to your mouth. He tasted like cinnamon and the sea, and even if you would taste it for the rest of your life, you would never be able to get enough.
He allowed you to teasingly push him away this time. You bunched his wet shirt in your hands and looked up at him through your eyelashes.
“We can’t send you back to the company looking like this, you know.”
He peered down at himself, using the opportunity to shake his wet hair in your face. He raised his head and looked up and down the beach. Other than the two of you, it was deserted.
Yonghee stepped away and walked a little ways uphill, out of the reach of the waves. And then, you sweet boyfriend did the unthinkable.
He grasped the hem of his shirt and shucked it off with a muted slurp.
You stared in stunned silence, more than aware that your jaw was hanging open. His back was leanly-muscled and tan, scattered with occasional moles that matched the one beneath his eye. Beautiful didn’t dare do him justice.
Yonghee turned and the smile on his face faded a bit upon seeing your expression. “What happened?” He asked, his voice colored with concern.
You pieced your sanity back together long enough to answer. “Uh, you… took your shirt… off.”
You were a genius for that one, truly.
He turned to face you fully and your stomach clenched. Yonghee was far more toned than you expected, regardless that you already knew he was a dancer. Of course he was fit. Though the breeze was balmy at worst, there were faint chills covering Yonghee’s skin beneath your gaze, his nipples peaked like he was cold.
“Your turn.”
That snapped you out of your trance. “Huh?”
Yonghee gave you his usual sweet smile, but there was a glint in his eyes that you had only seen a few times before. Namely, the instances you’d caught him staring at you when he thought you weren’t looking.
“We can lay them out on the sand to dry.” He explained. “If you dragged me all the way out here, we might as well stay to enjoy the sun.”
You rolled your eyes. Despite the fact that his idea was a good one for logical reasons, your tummy was now painfully warm.
As he had, you grasped the hem of your shirt and quickly tugged it off before you could change your mind. You were left only in your white bra, a simple number with a tiny bow between your breasts, but Yonghee’s eyes widened.
He swallowed thickly. Wordlessly, he took your wet shirt and laid it out beside his on the sand. You stood awkwardly, a little unsure what to do with yourself, and resisted the urge to cross your arms over your chest.
Yonghee approached again until there was less than a foot between your bare skin and his. “Are you… okay?” He breathed, his voice strained.
“Yes.”
You watched his expression as his eyes drifted away from your face. Almost like he couldn’t help himself, his hand lifted so his fingertips could drift over your stomach. Warmth pooled in your core at the sensation, his touch feather-light and still a little wet with seawater.
His fingers trailed higher, leaving chills in their wake, until he toyed with the bow between your breasts.
“Yonghee?”
“Yeah?”
“What are you doing?”
Yonghee’s eyes snapped up to your face again. Some of the tension in his shoulders relaxed a bit when he saw your smile, but the hand which had been timidly exploring fell to his side.
“Sorry.” He breathed. “You’re just… stunning.”
Fondness swelled in your heart. Would this feeling ever go away? You hoped it wouldn’t—this raw happiness that only Yonghee seemed to be able to draw out of you.
You raised both your hands, questioning with your eyes. Yonghee nodded once. His breath caught lightly when your palms flattened against his toned stomach, your fingers gently curling around his waist.
His skin was warm beneath your hands. Your tryst in the sea had left you a little chilly, despite the midday sun, and you instinctively leaned into his heat as you sought more of it.
Yonghee’s hand raised to cradle your jaw. You hardly dared to breathe as he leaned in, his lips slotting against yours with heartbreaking softness.
The kiss felt like coming home. You sighed deeply and rested your forearms on his broad shoulders, allowing your fingers to tangle into his damp hair. Yonghee’s tongue gently prodded your bottom lip, testing, tasting, as his arms wound tighter around your waist.
Warmth blossomed in your core at the sensation of his bare skin against yours. It was intoxicating, that feeling—it was the first time you had done something like this with him but you already never wanted it to end.
A soft mix of a moan and sigh left your lips when Yonghee’s hands drifted hesitantly lower, stopping when they rested on your ass. He kneaded your pillowy skin gently and your knees instantly began to shake.
You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this unhurried exploration of each other. You needed him more than you’d ever needed anything in your entire life.
Yonghee, apparently, agreed. His mouth moved against yours with increasing urgency, his arms squeezing you so tightly to his body that it took your breath away. Not that you minded, considering you were behaving much in the same way.
You whimpered at the hard length you felt pressed against your stomach. You were pleased to know that you affected him as deeply as he did you, if that were even possible. Yonghee groaned when you rolled your hips against him in an attempt to provide some friction.
“Please, please,” he murmured as he held your cheeks between both his palms, “I want you. I can’t stop thinking about you—” Yonghee left a trail of wet kisses down your throat to the curves of your breasts. You scratched his scalp with your nails, breathing heavily each time his lips left a mark.
“Have me, then.” Your reply was breathless, and Yonghee wasted no time obeying.
He laid you gently on top of your damp t-shirts, still drying on the sand. Your thighs instantly parted to accommodate him as he slotted himself between them, his mouth still roving across your collarbones.
You squeezed your eyes shut as he worked his way lazily down your body, pausing to dote on every inch of your skin within his reach. His long fingers pressed hard into your hipbones like he was trying to ground himself.
You gasped when his fingertips ghosted over your pants, slowly unrolling each leg of fabric at a pace that drove you wild. When he was finally done, he hesitated again, his face hovering mere inches above your pelvis.
He planted a soft kiss over the button. “Can we take these off?”
Your cheeks heated as you nodded hurriedly. Yonghee easily undid the button and slid your pants down your legs, trailing his tongue down your leg as he went. The instinct to cover yourself was enormous.
He hadn’t even removed your panties, but the expression on his face set your body tingling as he stared at your dripping center. Like it was an instinct, he dragged the tip of his finger over the cotton and smiled when your body jolted.
Yonghee kissed your inner thigh, then the other, before his lips brushed your clothed clit. You couldn’t help the airy moan that escaped your throat. You were already so sensitive—you were wet to the point of discomfort, the warmth between your legs aching to be soothed.
He pushed your panties to the side so his fingers could tease your entrance. You could feel his eyes on your face every second as they experimentally pushed in. Your arousal made the movement easy and you tensed when his fingertips nudged your swollen g-spot.
“Like that?” He whispered, his words followed by another kiss to your clit. The sound of his voice, low and breathless, made you clench around his fingers.
“Yes, Yonghee, god, just like that…” you panted. He thrusted his fingers in again, this time setting a rhythm that had you writhing. His lips sealed around your clit, gently sucking while his tongue moved in delicate circles around it.
You unintentionally tugged at the roots of his hair and Yonghee groaned against you. You weren’t expecting the vibrations, nor how incredible they felt as they ricocheted through your stomach.
His pace didn’t falter once. Yonghee continued to moan onto your clit, the lewd sounds broken by his muttered praises about being good for him or taking him so well. You felt your orgasm steadily ratcheting higher inside you, your walls repeatedly fluttering around his fingers.
“Please, cum on my tongue. Want to taste you so bad—” Yonghee’s dirty words were by far the filthiest you’d ever heard come out of his mouth. They set off fireworks in your blood, your skin impossibly warm and sensitive as he drove you closer to your high.
“Shit, I’m—I’m—” You couldn’t even manage to get a full sentence out.
Yonghee nodded eagerly, the movement only causing his tongue to move more firmly against you. He added a third finger, scissoring you open as his middle finger continuously thrusted against your g-spot.
You came with such intensity that your entire body locked under the weight of it. Your toes curled and eyes screwed shut, your mouth parted in a perfect o. Your hips jolted against Yonghee’s lips as he languidly licked you through it, prolonging your pleasure as long as he could.
When you at last couldn’t take any more, you gently pushed him away by his shoulders. Yonghee gazed up at you beneath his lashes, his eyes glazed and a little unfocused as he smiled. His lips and chin shone with you, a sight which instantly made you desperate for him again.
“Let’s go home.” You rasped, your voice rough.
Yonghee raised an eyebrow, his lust-glossed eyes clearing a bit in his confusion. “Why?”
You unceremoniously stood, carefully disentangling him from your legs as you went. You were more than a little grateful that no unsuspecting passerby had discovered you in the past ten minutes.
It wasn’t until you had cleaned yourself from his face with your shirt and re-clothed yourselves that you answered.
“Because I want you to fuck me. And when that happens, I do not want sand involved.”
And surely you had never seen anyone move faster than Yonghee as he hauled you back in the direction of the car.
You’d have to convince him to ditch the company more often.
thank you for reading, party animals! please like or reblog if you enjoyed it and STAN CIX!!!
warnings: accidental voyeurism, camboy! byounggon, masturbation, camera sex,
byounggon was a reliable senior at work so it wasn't really surprising that a lot of employees would fall for him—she was no exception. it didn't help that she just had to live in the same apartment complex as he does. be it at work or at home, byounggon was there always happy to help.
she was smart, she knew how to hide her attraction and byounggon seemed to fell for it. there was absolutely no sign that he knew what she feels for him and she liked it that way but of course one way or another it would soon come to light.
she went home a little later than usual that night and just her luck, she didn't have her keys with her. byounggon had always told her that she should approach him if ever something like this happens so that was how she ended at his door.
she should have waited for him to answer the door but she found the door unlocked and entered his apartment. byounggon did said she was always welcome. obviously the next thing she did was to look for byounggon not expecting the sight before her.
byounggon was touching himself in front of a camera. she apologized, stammering over her words not until byounggon began his act. well if it could be considered an act because true to reality he went with the work senior who got caught by a junior narrative.
he ended up fucking her on cam, making her cum even better than her toys did. it was definitely a lot better than she expected and it didn't help that there was a certain thrill to being filmed.
byounggon apologized to her as he passes her a glass of water, telling her that its ok if she hates him now and that it wasn't live they were doing so he'll just delete the video. she really did a good job at concealing her feelings that she had to tell she liked him and didn't mind being filmed.
well now that work senior she really liked is her boyfriend and byounggon's content was no longer just a solo.
hello bestie, have you seen CIX concert day two? I am dying at the moan
hello! cnine should have 100% given us the online concert like what were they thinking?! they wasted such a good opportunity... and yes i've seen clips and pics and hauwgsc kim seunghun the man that you are right now "i'll be bolder today 😉😉😉" and he did. baejin with his tied hair is also like 👌👌👌 the moan was understandable because honestly same shshsh
crying, screaming, dying ajysbaha i already prepared myself because i just knew he was going to do an abs reveal but on the first day??!! yeah seunghun wasn't lying when he said yonghee's abs are great. lowkey want to run my fingers down his abs aigswvuays also how could he give a sweet smile after the long awaited reveal just so much feels right now
warning: threesomes, cuckholding, handcuffs, member on member, overstimulation, dacryphilia, pegging, punishments (i think this is all)
seunghun would be lying if he said he haven't had a wet dream about this exact scenario before. this was hot and everything he has dreamt about. there he was, your boyfriend, handcuffed on a chair as he watches his best friend and leader fuck his girlfriend.
byounggon and seunghun
it was driving him insane watching the both of you and be unable to touch himself. the way byounggon was roughly handling you with no care for your own pleasure, fuck, seunghun's cock was throbbing so hard at that.
he needed release and he needed it now and luckily for him byounggon noticed. well if byounggon didn't then he must be stupid to not feel seunghun's heated gaze. the younger male was full of need already.
"this is what you wanted, hmm? just wait for your turn and you'll have her back to you."
seunghun and jinyoung
you don't even remember how you've reached to this point. maybe seunghun and jinyoung were stressed? honestly you don't even want to think—you can't even count the times you've cum already.
they always liked to say that its a great stress relief to see you cumming again and again thanks to their combined effort and whatever it must have been, they were far from stopping right now.
you like it, you like it too much that you can't help but be greedy and ask for more. the room was already hot and you wanted... no you needed it to be hotter. seunghun pulls away from you watching as you whine even if jinyoung was definitely still holding you.
"still begging for more? can you really take that sweetheart? don't take it back, hmm, we won't stop."
yonghee and jinyoung
this was all yonghee's fault had he told you much earlier, you wouldn't be coming to the university at such a late hour. to make matters worse, the hallways leading to the student council room were empty. its just going to be you and yonghee alone... together.
he's so infuriating that you'd rather just kiss him and that thought itself made you angrier. stupid yonghee, so irresistable. so irresistable indeed that when you opened the door to the student council room the sight would give the principal a heart attack.
bae jinyoung was deep inside kim yonghee. fucking him on a desk—your desk out of all things. here it was, the scandal that could scar yonghee's position and give you the student council president position but there you were frozen in place.
of course, jinyoung just had to say something. flashing you an all knowing smirk matched with that confidence of his, he asks, "are you just going to stand there and watch or are you going to lock the door and join us princess?"
yonghee and hyunsuk
hyunsuk really appreciated yonghee, especially at moments like this when the older male held his hands tightly and gives him reassuring pats in the back while you were roughly pounding the younger.
tears were already flowing down hyunsuk's cheeks but you were far from over, in fact, yonghee was hyper aware that once you were finished with hyunsuk, he would be facing the same fate but for now all he could offer to hyunsuk was his sweetness.
as much as you wanted to be as sweet, they both needed punishments. they needed to be filled with tears. they needed to learn that they should never break your rules.
"crying? good, don't even hold in your tears because no one will be helping you."
this is connected to my previous priest! jinyoung thought
warnings: mention of priest! jinyoung's activity, just the concept of a forgetten god! seunghun
back when god! seunghun walked the same grounds as humans, demons were savages that had no care for humans and killed as they like. even in the current time, demons were still like that except they weren't as many and as strong as the one seunghun killed.
seunghun gave humans hope even if they didn't really accept his help. the goddess of light was always going to be the god they go to during their darkest moment and thankfully seunghun didn't really care as long as he could protect the humans.
maybe it was because of that but the humans decided to abandon what title was really given to seunghun and instead addressed him as the god of hope. even when they deny his true title, seunghun accepted with open arms the title god of hope.
they revere the god who fought all those demons and curse the god who gave them lust. yes, seunghun's true title was the god of lust and he gains more power when him and the people around him are having bountiful sex.
the thing is being the god of lust was eventually going to lead to his own downfall. he made a mistake and it was too big to ignore so the goddess of light cursed her own child. powerless and unable to return to his physical form, seunghun could only watch as time passes by.
he doesn't know how many centuried had passed by but the moment he knew the time for his curse to end was near was when he used what little power he had left to protect this boy and led him to the door of a heavy worshipper.
that boy was bae jinyoung and he reminded seunghun of himself so it didn't come into a surprise that jinyoung was able to harness so much of seunghun's power and grew up to be quite a perfect priest.
except maybe jinyoung was such a perfect priest and devoted follower of seunghun that he could defile a woman on such sacred grounds. very fitting for an unknowing follower of the god of lust and strangely enough seunghun could feel the marks of his mother's curse going away.
once he can go back to his physical form, seunghun should definitely pay jinyoung a favor.
warning: cheating, blasphemy, altar sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)
this is going to sound like the plot of some juicy forbidden love pocket book so lets make this a bit of a fantasy (and yes its still smut... i just like random world building before that)
priest! jinyoung who was seen as the perfect priest for his dedication to his god and how he is willing to throw himself in harm's way to protect the people from demons falling in love with the duke's wife.
at first he was in major denial, it was wrong he shouldn't turn his back to his vow and it didn't help that the duke is his friend but as the demon problem kept on getting worst, the more time he spends with her.
just why was the duke not approaching his wife who often follows him when there's an expedition? although everyone bats an eye whenever jinyoung approaches the lonely woman, he couldn't hold in the temptations that kept on growing.
it didn't come as a surprise when the next time he was alone with her, he had her on the very altar where he led his masses.
she looked so perfect beneath him, rid of her clothes and out of breath. even more perfect as she begged him to never stop, her hands gripping on to his biceps tightly.
if he could jinyoung would be fucking her all night long but as he finishes inside her, he decided that this where things would end today.
he cursed under breath when she pulled him back into her looking oh so pretty. she was truly his temptress but her wedding ring against his skin couldn't be ignored. they had to be careful because who knows what the duke would do once he found out what happened.
still, jinyoung promised her that there would be a next time and as if nothing happened, he walked her home. it wasn't going to be suspicious as long as they were careful.
"as long as they were careful" it sounded silly. she broke the vow she made to the duke and jinyoung broke the vow he made to his god—they were going to feel wrath soon, he was sure of it.
but what jinyoung failed to notice was that the statue, which is said to be the vessel of his god the last time he descended into the world, smiled.
warnings: car sex (just mentioned), more of my fresh from breakups plotline
so lets imagine that yonghee is friends with this idol. although they are the same age, she debuted early and comes from one of the big 3 companies so she's kind of a big shot. how did they became friends? well... they both came from a breakup.
yonghee's was a mature one but he couldn't help and mope around about the loss of his previous relationship while her's was a toxic breakup although she is relieved its over, she can't help but grieve about the relationship too.
yes, they were two heartbroken people who relied on each other... when yonghee needed a shoulder to lean on he had hers and vice versa.
to avoid spreading rumors, they usually stay in her car either driving around the city or parking somewhere with a nice view and talking with some drinks nearby.
it was exactly how they started their hookups too. maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was a realization but yonghee needed her that one night and he had her there on the very car that was a witness to all their tears.
sweaty and out of breath after their first time with each other, they cuddled and had some soft talk but all yonghee could think was that she was such a perfect fit for him.
