Summary: At a work event your coworker Wooyoung turns up looking a lot more put together than you're used to. Are these feelings new or have they always been there?
Warnings: MDNI, explicit content 18+ only, oral on her, piv, destruction of clothing
This is complete fiction and doesn't represent the real people etc.
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You were bored.
The awards gala for work was filled with dull people having dull conversation, pretending the corporate chic decor was anything other than bland. You had been lingering over one drink for the last 45 minutes, trying to avoid conversation with anyone.
Wooyoung was supposed to get here half an hour ago and you were feeling deeply abandoned. He was the only person you worked with that wasn't completely devoid of joy or personality. Maybe you're being a little harsh but seriously, why isn't he here yet?
You finally find yourself at the bottom of your glass and so you wander over to the bar to get another drink. You ask the barman for the another Lemon Drop.
Leaning on the bar you feel a soft touch on your arm and turn. It's Wooyoung.
Except it isn't.
This is not the jeans and a baggy top Woo you see daily in the office.
'Sorry I'm late,’ he’s saying as you try to formulate even the word hello. ‘There was traffic and the cab got stuck, I gave up and walked the rest of the way.’
You barely register his words.
His suit and shirt are both black and open at the top to show the necklaces resting on his collarbones. His hair, usually soft and fluffy looking, is perfectly styled, away from his face and the strands gently graze his cheekbones.
A smile is pulling at the corner of his lips as he lets you stare.
‘Hey jagiya, I know I'm late but what happened that means you can't speak anymore?’ He says with a chuckle.
‘Shit, sorry, I just…’ You stumble over your words. You know him well enough to know that amused look in his eyes.
‘And we say hello…’ he says, a laugh in the back of his voice.
You shake yourself, this is Woo - your friend, your confidante, your work husband. Him turning up looking good, really good, doesn't change that.
‘Hi, sorry, I guess my brain melted having to make small talk while I waited for you. Are you getting a drink?’
You turn to the bar and your drink is waiting, the barman gone elsewhere, so you grab it and shuffle around Woo so he can take his turn to lean against the bar and get his usual Old Fashioned.
The rich scent of his cologne drifts past you and you catch yourself before a satisfied sigh crosses your lips.
You look at his profile as you sip your drink. You always knew he was handsome but you never thought about it further than that. Was it that you weren't really interested and it was just seeing something different from him that had taken you by surprise?
Or had this feeling always been here and pushed down in an act of self preservation?
Once Woo had his drink you made your way to a high table at the side, resting against the table next to him and looking out at your coworkers and managers together.
‘Well, this is depressing,’ Wooyoung says.
‘Mmmm,’ you agree, still in your head about your reaction to him. Your gaze drifts down to the sharp edge of his jawline.
He turns to you and sips his drink, staring at you and you look away for something, anything else.
‘If this is all I’m getting all night then I’m going. Seriously, what’s up?’
You have always been honest with each other - you think it’s the basis of your friendship. That and the mutual ability to talk for hours about anything and everything.
‘I just,’ you start. He’s looking at you over his glass so you grab your drink and down the remaining liquid, it burns down your throat.
Not looking at him will be the easiest choice here so you stare into the empty glass at the half melted icecubes.
‘You look really good, like really good, and it caught me off guard,’ you try to explain. You can feel the heat in your cheeks and out of the corner of your eye you can see the smile rising in his cheeks.
‘Is that all? Of course I look good,’ he says, humour lacing his words.
You try not to roll your eyes but when you turn to look at him you can see how close he is leaning into you and your breath catches in your throat.
He still has a smile on his face as his eyes drop down to your lips.
‘Do you not normally think I look good?’ he asks quietly. ‘Because I think a lot about how good you look, how good you would look underneath me.’
You open your mouth to reply but nothing comes out, shocked at his words, shocked at the thought that maybe he always wanted more. Maybe you both did.
‘Come on jagiya,’ his voice drops deeper and his hand starts to trail up your arm. ‘I know it’s not just me that’s thought about it.’
‘I… I don’t know, we’re friends, I thought we were just friends,’ you stutter out. You go to step away and his other arm comes round you and grabs your hip hard. He leans into your ear, his breath warm against you.
‘You're a terrible liar, even when you lie to yourself.’
He grips your wrist and pulls away, dragging you behind him, not looking back. You look around, worried people will see you both as he pulls you through the crowds and towards a door to the side of the room that you hadn’t even noticed.
‘Wooyoung, what are you doing?’ You ask, your teeth tight and your voice trying to sound normal in case anyone overhears.
He doesn’t answer, doesn’t turn to look at you, just keeps you in his firm grip while paying no attention to the coworkers he is trailing past.
He pushes the door open and you’re in a room much like the one you were just in but smaller and only lit up by the small bar in the corner. When the door swings shut behind you, you stop ready to make a scene now no one can overhear.
‘What are you doing Wooyoung?’ You ask him again.
He turns and looks at you, his face now serious.
‘I’ve been waiting for you to acknowledge what’s happening here,’ he starts. ‘We’re together all the time, this hasn’t been just a friendship for a long time.’
He steps towards you, his hand still on your wrist but gentler now.
‘Tell me I’m wrong and I won’t kiss you,’ he says. His eyes, unblinking and intense, dare you to say it’s all in his head.
You have to think but there isn’t time before your body decides for you and you crash into him, lips pressing against his before you even knew you wanted to kiss him.
It takes Wooyoung a moment to react to your hands in his hair and your lips on his but then his hands grip on to your waist like he needs to anchor himself to the moment and he kisses you back.
When his tongue comes out to stroke along your lips you pull back, are you making a mistake? But he’s holding you hard and you don’t get far.
‘Don’t get all in your head now I finally get to feel you,’ he says, his voice rough with desire for you. You put your hands on his chest to stop him leaning forward.
‘What is happening right now?’ You ask, shocked by him, shocked by yourself. ‘We’re friends,’ you say in reply to yourself.
Wooyoung laughs.
‘Friends? What about us is like friends? We spend all day together at work, we go out with each other after work, everyone thinks we’re dating.’
‘No they don’t, no one has said that,’ you argue.
‘EVERYONE says that, you just don’t pay attention.’ Woo takes a step back, letting you go. He walks over towards the empty bar and leans over it to reach for a glass and a bottle of whatever he can reach. He pours himself a large measure of something brown and knocks it back.
You walk towards him, drawn to him regardless of any concerns you have. You reach out a hand and just as it brushes his jacket he turns and grabs it.
‘I’m not going to pretend I don’t want to fuck you right here, but I also won’t pretend that I’m not in love with you and I think you feel the same.’
His eyes come up to meet yours, maybe your relationship wasn't entirely built on honesty but it sure seemed like Woo had everything in the open now. You move towards him, taking in the set of his jaw and the way his eyes are trained on you.
You reach the hand he’s not holding up to his cheek and gently stroke down to his jawline. He leans his head down until your foreheads are touching, eyes still locked with yours.
‘Woo…’ you start, but he knows and closes the gap to kiss you again.
It’s less frantic but no less intense, his lips taste of the alcohol he just drank and this time you let his tongue in, gasping at the softness of him.
He turns you slowly so your back is against the bar, his hands resting on the wood, caging you in. The kiss grows deeper as your arms wrap around him tight, bringing him closer like you couldn’t bear to have any space between you.
You can feel him growing hard as his lips find their way down your jawline to the spot under your ear where you’re most sensitive. He feels your intake of breath and he lingers there, hand now traveling down the black satin of your dress.
The dress is long and fitted and he can feel every curve of you through it. He grabs your ass and presses you into him while his other hand finds the back of your neck and laces into your hair. He sucks slowly on your neck and when your fingers dig into his back he groans.
‘I need you now,’ Wooyoung says, his eyes dark. He pulls back to take in your dress, it is tight and the slit that reaches your thigh isn’t enough.
He drops to his knees in front of you and runs his hand up the inside of your leg until it comes to the top of the slit. He looks up at you, pupils blown and breath coming hard, and then using both hands he rips the dress so the slit reaches your hip.
‘Wooyoung!’
‘I don’t care, I’ll buy you another one,’ he says, mouth already nipping at your exposed thigh as he pushes the dress apart. His eyes travel up to see the black lace of your underwear and he freezes, biting his lip.
His hand comes up and he ghosts his fingers over the fabric, his eyes entranced at seeing what he had only seen before in dreams.
It feels like a lot, how his gaze is so transfixed, and your hands come down to pull your tattered dress over you. Without a word he stops you and, leaning forward, runs his tongue along the material.
‘Oh fuck, I already know you’re going to taste so good,’ he says to himself. You clench your thighs at his words and you can see from the smile pulling at the corner of his mouth that he’s reading every reaction that he gets from you.
His strong hands come up and hook around the waist band of your underwear. He pulls them down slowly, his eyes drinking in every detail. You step out of them and he takes them, pushing them into his jacket pocket.
Wooyoung’s hands and mouth start to wander, your abdomen, thighs, hips - memorising every part of you.
You can hear the chatter and the music from the room next door where every person you both work with is currently networking, chatting, bitching, dancing, but the only sound in this room is the quiet gasps and moans of you both as Woo explores the softness of your skin. You could be a million miles away from anyone else.
Woo hooks your leg up on his shoulder and you lean back on your elbows to stop you from feeling the quiver in your legs. His warm breath is on your cunt and his finger slowly moves through the wetness of your folds.
‘Fuck jagiya, I’ve only just started and you’re dripping for me,’ he says as he slips a finger inside you, the stretch and the cold metal of his ring making you gasp. He looks up at you between the sweep of his hair to see you squirm as he slides his fingers through your wetness and up to your clit.
You cover your mouth as you cry out, his fingers circling gently on you.
‘Don’t do that,’ he says. ‘No one will hear anything out there, I want every sound out of you.’
That’s when he presses two fingers into you, curling them forward to find the bundle of nerves inside you. His mouth dives forward and his tongue licks at your clit, his arm around your thigh pulling you open. You can’t help the moan that comes out of you, it’s like he already knows the exact spot to hit inside you and it doesn’t take long for you to be grinding your hips down on him as he sucks and licks at you.
‘Woo, I’m close,’ you cry out. He focuses his hands and mouth and the tightness bursts within you, his name on your lips as he eases you down from your orgasm. He gently puts your leg down and sits back looking up at you, a smirk playing across his face as he licks his fingers.
‘Still only friends?’ he asks.
You grab his jacket and pull him up.
‘Why would I give up a new way to stop you talking so much,’ you say and pull him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, both smiling as you wrap around each other.
You slide one hand down from his shoulder and press on the hard bulge in his trousers making him moan into your mouth. Undoing his button and zip so you can slide your hand in and feel him, thick and long, precum already beading on his tip.
‘I want you,’ you say into his kisses.
‘I’m glad you finally realised,’ he says as he spins you round, his hands coming up to your breasts as he kisses your neck. ‘I was getting bored of waiting for you to catch up.’
With that he pushes you forward so you’re braced against the bar and he pushes the tattered dress up over your hips, the cool fabric resting on your lower back. You feel the air against you as he takes his cock and strokes it along your folds. You arch your back, your body begging him to sink into you.
Wooyoung takes his time, pressing into you an inch at a time. You’re still sensitive and the stretch is so good that you’re clenching on him already.
‘Fuck… You’ve gotta relax or I’m not going to last,’ he says, his thumbs tracing circles on your hips as you take a breath. ‘That’s it Jagiya, breathe.’
As you calm down, his hands travel to the front of your hips and he pulls out slowly then pulls you hard back into him. You cry out as he thrusts slow but hard into you.
‘You sound so much better than I imagined,’ he says as he pounds into you, making you shout out every time. You’re sure if anyone is standing close enough to the partition they would clearly hear you being fucked but it feels too good to care.
‘I’m going to make you cum on my cock and then I’m taking you home and making you scream my name all night,’ Woo says, panting as he talks. ‘Come on Jagiya, just give me one now.’
His hand moves round and he starts circling your clit as he speeds his hips up, his own release not far off. You press your forehead into the cold wood of the bar as the pressure builds up again and Woo’s movements grow sloppier.
Your orgasm is hard, squeezing him so tight that he follows straight after you, his cum spilling inside of you.
You both try to get your breath back as he gently kisses your back.
‘Wooyoungie,’ you say, not knowing what you’re going to say next.
‘Mmmm,’ he hums as he pulls out of you, tucking himself back in and turning you back to face him. His satisfied smile lights up his whole face as he pushes your hair behind your ear. ‘Are you ready to go? We can shower at mine.’
He leans forward and gives you the softest kiss on the edge of your lips, a promise that this wasn’t just about sex.
You blink at him and realise the warmth in your chest has been there for months.
‘How am I supposed to get out of here?’ You say to lighten the mood, flapping your ripped dress at him. He lets out a real, full body laugh, his whole face lighting up. He takes his jacket off and slides it on to you, closing the single button at the front. He puts his hand in the pocket on your hip and pulls your underwear out.
‘You might want these on, just in case there’s a breeze.’
You can’t help but blush and laugh as you snatch them out of his hand.
‘Is this it now, you’re just going to tease me even more?’
‘I hope so,’ Woo smiles and kisses you, knowing with all certainty it won’t be the last time.
cw; MDNI, coworkers to lovers, praise, hotel room sex, oral, collar mentions, light choking, light hair pulling, mentions of voyeurism, praise, fluff.
word count; 1-2k
AN; was inspired after seeing Hwa's RIR look! As always none of this is real, all fiction.
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Rome.
Another city, another performance, another night of meaningless sex. Something Seonghwa was used to now. It had become a part of his every day routine; at least for the tour that was. It was never ending, as soon as he touched down in a different city he was bombarded by men, women, anyone who wanted a taste of the rockstar life. Especially when it involved the world's hottest and most unhinged bad boy; Park Seonghwa. Adored by everyone, ego fed every single time a story was posted about him, money swamping him. It wasn't the life he was supposed to have, but it was one he for sure fucking basked in.
"Seonghwa, the winners of the competition are here."
Airy voice disrupted the thoughts that Seonghwa was lost in, drawing his attention away from his phone. Lila, his manager nodded her head towards the door, indicating that he had visitors. Locking his phone, Seonghwa stood up, smoothing his hands over his jeans as he perfected his professional demeanour. Moments later Lila guided three girls into the dressing room, all giddy and flushed. Tripping over themselves as they spoke, gushing about how amazing Seonghwa was. Once again the door creaked open and you walked in. Camera strap neatly resting on your shoulder as you clasped the heavy equipment in your hands. Not once did your expression alter as you laid eyes on Seonghwa.
"Are you girls ready for your photos?"
Tearing your eyes away from the beloved rockstar, allowing your gaze to fall upon the enthusiastic trio. Snapping away a few photos, ensuring you got the perfect snapshots for the winners, before watching them say bye to Seonghwa; giggling and running out the room as they did so. Lila left soon after, informing both of you that the show would be starting in less than an hour. Without a second glance at Seonghwa, you also chose to exit the room.
Hand splayed across the frame of the door, booted foot wedged itself against the bottom of the door. Closing your eyes, fingers grasping onto your camera with more force than necessary, feeling him fill the air around you. Taking a subtle deep breath, waiting for whatever unfunny and annoying quip that was about to leave his mouth.
"Just once you couldn't be happy to see me, princess?"
Immediately your jaw clenched at the pet name. It wasn't used as a term of endearment, it was used in a way to piss you off. Differences between yourself and Seonghwa were the size of the universe. He deemed you a princess who was straight laced and was allergic to fun. You labelled him as an unruly, wild child who never heard the word no.
"Just once couldn't you not try and annoy me?"
Chuckle resonated deep within Seonghwa's chest as he withdrew his hand from the door, but didn't remove himself from your personal space. Instead he curled his fingers around the crook of your elbow, turning you around with a swift motion. Face to face with him, your hands falling from your camera as it swayed on the strap. Seonghwa's cologne overpowered your senses for a hot minute, causing you to forget your barrage of insults you were about to throw at him.
Strands of deep purple hair fell across his eyes, corners of his lips twitching into a smirk as he continued his grasp on your elbow. Seonghwa didn't respond to your question, instead lowered his free hand, curving it around to your back, without touching you once. Precision and a steady hand had him plucking the hotel key card out of your back pocket and producing it in front of your face. Unfurling his fingers from your elbow, he finally took a step back, but the smirk remained comfortably on his lips.
"As much as Lila attempts to keep me under lock and key, gifting you my spare hotel key card is not a wise move. One, because I know how clumsy you are and you will lose it by the end of my performance. Secondly, I don't think you want to be walking in while I'm mid-"
"Do not finish that sentence."
Throwing your hand up, cutting him off from whatever he was about to say. Shaken from your minor frozen blip, you tilt your chin upwards. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. There was no way you wanted to walk in when he was doing things that would make a whore blush. Also, you still weren't 100% sure why Lila had swiped the extra key card and asked you to keep it safe. She was his manager, not you.
"I didn't choose to be your babysitter, so by all means, keep your extra key card and hand it out to whoever wants to be your next fix."
Pinching the key card between his forefinger and thumb, he arched an eyebrow, amusement etched into his expression.
"Did you think I was going to come to Rome and just start fucking my way through the city? Wow, I am hurt, princess."
Refusing to play along with his games, you adjusted the camera around your neck and opened the door.
"Break a leg, Seonghwa. Figuratively or literally."
Soft click echoed behind you as the door closed, leaving Seonghwa alone with nothing but a smirk stretched across his lips.
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Italian summer air breezed around you, drifting across the nape of your neck as you angled your camera upwards. Strobe lights blinked and flashed across the stage, dancing over the crowd and then cascading over Seonghwa. One hand wrapped around the microphone, the other hand pointing towards the sea of untamed masses that were hanging on his every word. Clicking away, you took photo after photo, never missing a beat. For a moment you were sucked into the idol chatter of the fans behind you.
"You wouldn't need to pay me to lick the sweat off him-"
"He is the hottest fucking man alive-"
Closing your eyes, shaking your head for a brief moment as you tore yourself back into reality, snapping photos again. The amount of things you'd heard since becoming Seonghwa's photographer was enough to make you want therapy. Lifting the camera up once more, studying all of Seonghwa's movements, ensuring that every photo was one to be proud of.
Time flew by, the encore in full swing as the fans jeered for him to stay on. Some people were pushing their way through the bodies, trying to reach the backstage area to get an even closer glimpse of him- or to try and seduce him. Sighing, you flicked the camera off and snatched a bottle of water from the stage steps and headed back towards the dressing room.
Avoiding Seonghwa after a show was always your main focus. Grabbing all of your belongings, stashing your equipment into one of the production vans and heading to your hotel without anyone realising. But this time Lila was hot on your heels and had followed you to the van.
"I don't know what the issue is with you two, but I need you to keep an eye on him."
Straight to the point, you thought as you shoved the bag into the back of the van, closing the doors as you did so.
"Lila, I am a photographer, not a grown man's babysitter."
Running a hand through your hair, you let out a breath, shrugging at her.
"I'll pay you triple what you're getting now."
Silence fell between you both, the tempting offer dangling in front of you. The extra cash would help you get where you needed to go. Clenching your jaw, taking a deep breath, you nodded. A wooden, stiff nod. Relief rolled over Lila in one wave, light in her eyes again.
"I just need him to behave the rest of the time here and until we return home."
Sure. How hard could it be to keep the unhinged rockstar on a leash.
Not hard at all, it was one of his kinks.
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12:30AM
Alcohol had flowed freely between the dancers, the crew and Seonghwa. Filling the streets of Rome with nothing but laughter and loudness. It felt as if you were the only person who hadn't touched a drop of alcohol; you needed to keep your inhibitions focused and not lowered. Seonghwa was pleasantly surprised you'd decided to join everyone for drinks, made a few annoying jokes about it but then turned his attention to one of the dancers that had an on and off fling with.
Catching a quiet moment to yourself, perched on a stone wall, overlooking the coliseum in the distance. Glancing down, opening your instagram app and sliding your finger along the screen. Pain tightened in your chest as you saw him, your ex, living it up with his new girlfriend. Locking the phone, fighting the hot tears that were threatening to fall. Being cheated on was one thing, finding them screwing in your bed on the day you got engaged was another thing.
"Men suck."
Huffing out the words, wiping away the traitorous tears as you did so.
"Depends on the context."
Whole body jolted out of fear at the voice that murmured from behind you. Swiveling your head, eyes resting on Seonghwa who stood mere inches from you, moonlight spilling over him in a way that would have artists hyperventilating. Turning back away from him, your eyes wide with shame as you did your best to wipe away any remnants of the tears.
"Rockstars who fucked their way through a tour, theres your context."
Too much venom laced your words as you honed in on the sleeping city before you. A statement that should have hurt Seonghwa, but didn't.
"Got to relieve the stress of being the world's most attractive, sought after, talented and charming wild child."
Shooting him a look, your eyebrows arched at his ridiculous, partly true response.
"Who upset you, princess."
Not a question, a demand. One that wanted answering. Sat under the stars, vulnerability weaving in the space that was between you both, you almost told him.
"No-one. We need to go back to the hotel, I told Lila I would make sure you behaved tonight while we were out."
Not waiting for him to reply, you stood up from the wall, taking one glance back at the view you were leaving behind before heading back to the rest of the rowdy group.
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"Goodnight Seonghwa."
Wishing him a goodnight was something you had never done. Seeing him before or after a show was incredibly rare. Mostly because you had done your best to avoid him. Saying goodnight to him wasn't going to be easy, of course it wasn't. For the second time tonight, his fingers curled around your elbow and he tugged you closer. Other hand swiped the key card, nudging the door open with his shoulder as he pulled you inside with him.
"What are you-"
"Lila said you had to ensure I was on my best behaviour while out exploring Rome, huh? She said nothing about when we were back in the hotel."
Unexpected flush bloomed across your cheeks, his fingers creeping from the crook of your elbow up to the base of your throat. Speechless. That's what you were. Unable to form a thought, let alone a sentence. Fingers skimming your collar bone before he pulled back, leaving a scorching trail across your skin.
"Tell me who upset you and I'll give you more."
"Excuse me?"
And your ability to talk again was immediately restored as soon as Seonghwa opened his mouth.
"Don't look at me with such disgust, we both know how you feel about me."
"What-"
"Don't protest, princess. I've seen the way you clench those thighs when you notice I'm wearing a collar."
White noise buzzed in your ears, your stomach fell through to your feet and the searing heat that was traveling up your body at double speed was enough to instantly tell Seonghwa he was correct. Taking an involuntary step back further into the room, your bravado fading quick.
"Was it an ex? I know you were on your phone."
Seonghwa untied the flannel that had been tied around his waist, tossing it onto the bed. Sudden bubble of anxiety started to claw up your throat. No-one knew your situation prior, not Lila, not any other employer. You had never divulged any information on your cheating fiance. Was Seonghwa really going to be the first person you tell?
"Were you too high maintenance?"
Strike of molten anger slashed through you at his accusation.
"Fuck you. You know nothing about me."
Never had you lost your cool, you temper or your head around him. Always tried to have the upper hand, but it was too much this time. Seonghwa's eyebrows raised, not in shock, no. He was impressed you'd bit back with more fire than ever before.
"It was an ex. We were engaged and he cheated. Screwed some other girl in our bed on the same day he asked me to marry him."
Word vomit. You couldn't stop. Pent up emotions flooding out of you, feelings that had never been discussed-
"Only wanted to marry me because of my family heritage, because of the money. I ended it, changed my last name and any money I had, I gave away so I could start over and- and- and find someone who loved me for me."
All the air had been sucked out of the room, replaced with a stifling silence. Horror hit you like a freight train as you realised everything that spilled out of your mouth. Feet moving as you tried to push past Seonghwa, wanting to leave, change your name again and move countries. Hand circled your wrist, stopping you dead in your tracks. Time had come to a complete stand still. Just the two of you staring at each other, Seonghwa's gaze pinned to you.
"Is that why you hate me so much? Because I fuck around? Do you think I'm like your ex?"
Something in the way he phrased it, in his tone... he sounded hurt. Eyes softening at his question, your body relaxing as you shook your head without hesitation.
"I don't hate you, Seonghwa. Not really. I envy you. I wish I could be more like you. But, I'm too hurt, too damaged now to act the way you do."
Being truthful to both him and yourself was making your heart and brain pulsate with a weird pain. Seonghwa's fingers dropped from your wrist, instead both hands now cupping your face with a touch so tender it made your heart skip multiple beats.
"Damaged is the wrong word to describe you."
Space between you both was almost squashed, Seonghwa's forehead mere inches away from yours, eyes boring into you.
"What's the right word?"
"Mine."
Lips crashed against yours, fingers circling the base of your throat, latching on, feeling your pulse point throbbing under his touch. Caught in a rush of emotions, your rational thinking catapulted into the next realm. Hands shaking with exhilaration as they found Seonghwa's chest. Tongue brushing against yours, other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back and allowing his lips to pepper kisses down your throat and to your collar bone.
"One word and I'll stop."
Raspy words danced across your neck, hesitation quivering from him as he waited for you to back off, to freeze up and tell him this was wrong. On the contrary, this was everything you had wanted and more. Guilt had ate you alive at the fact you wanted to be fucked by him. Jealously had coloured your emotions, watching him touch and kiss other people. All you had wanted was just a taste of him and to feed off the way he didn't care what others thought. Something you'd been searching for since your break up.
"I don't want you to stop. I want you to make me forget."
It was as if he had been waiting months for those words to come out of your mouth. Trailing his lips back up to yours, engulfing you in a kiss that was nothing but passionate and intense.
Tangle of limbs, urgent kisses and moans that entwined with each other. Seonghwa wasted no time stripping himself out of his shirt, tossing it on the floor and allowing you to smooth your hands over his chest. Pad of your thumb grazed the padlock that was attached to the collar sitting around his neck. Hooking your finger into the chain, you tugged him even closer, skimming your lips against his before pulling the collar harder. Low moan rumbled in his chest, causing you to smirk lightly.
"Doesn't surprise me you get off on that."
Resting his forehead against yours, pressure applied gently around your throat as he murmured.
"There's a whole arsenal of things that get my cock hard, but getting the chance to do them with you? That's what really gets me horny."
Escaped laugh of disbelief slipped out of you, causing Seonghwa to grin as he backed you towards the glass windows. In a swift movement you were bare chest to bare chest, skin against skin. Touch trailing down your arms, enjoying the way you trembled before Seonghwa spun your around. Tits pressed against the cool glass of the windows, eyes widening at the view that stared back at you. Rome was sleeping under the night sky, barely anyone meandering through the streets. But, if they were- if they so happened to glance up-
"Shh, princess. Get out of your head, no-one is going to look up here, and if they do? So what. I can pay people to keep quiet."
Something fluttered inside of you at the nonchalant threat Seonghwa made about keeping people hush hush. Makes sense why none of his bigger scandals ever made it out to the public eye. And yet, it was enough to soak your thighs.
Tracing your curves, mapping out all the places he wanted to delve into, nimbly hiking your jeans down, revealing just what he wanted to see.
"A few dirty words and shared kisses and you're already this drenched? Fuck, if I had of known this I'd ruined you so much more at work."
Closing your eyes at his amused demeanour, hands pressed against the glass as his lips littered kisses along your inner thighs, looping a finger into the side of your underwear and pulling them down. Beat of silence passed and then with a nudge of his hand, your legs were spread and he was devouring your wet cunt like his life depended on it.
"Hwafuck-"
String of curses immediately left your mouth, hands bunching up against the glass as his tongue caressed your sweet spots, dripping your heat for him to taste. Thumb circling your clit as he did so, adding to the pleasure that was already sky rocketing through your body. Arching your back, Seonghwa's hands clung to your thighs, tongue and fingers working together to push you to your peak. Crying out his name, losing control and soaking his mouth your arousal, catching your breath with everything you had.
WIthdrawing from you, face flushed and lips wet, he wasted no time in palming his cock, turning you back around. Didn't bother to ask what he had planned next for, instead you sank to your knees, sliding your hands up his toned thighs before batting his own hand away. Grasping his cock, pumping it with a speed that made his eyes roll back, you leaned upwards and enveloped his cock in your mouth.
"Shit- fuck, I knew that mouth was good for more than-"
Strangled moan cut him off as you worked both your tongue and hand along his twitching cock, never letting him catch his breath, returning the favour of making him feel nothing but bliss. Fluttering your eyelashes, looking up at him with an expression that did nothing but drive him wild.
Seonghwa couldn't take it any longer, yanking you up from the floor, mouth empty as his cock slid from it. Pressing you against the glass again, head resting against your warm skin as he buried his cock inside your welcoming pussy. Whimper rang out from you, both of his hands overlapping yours against the window, thrusting into you.
Neither one of you had the energy to say anything, the only noise that could be heard was the slapping of wet skin, fervent moans and strained breathing. Steamed windows and stifled air, clammy skin and ecstasy laced pleasure. Terror of someone looking up and seeing you both had evaporated from your mind, no longer caring. Let them look. Let them watch.
Hot, untamed, meaningful.
Incoherent praise was whispered into your ear, causing you to shudder against him. Both of you reaching the brink, everything starting to blur as Seonghwa's cock pounded into you deeper and deeper. Seeing stars at this point, bodies sandwiched together as Seonghwa filled you, in vice versa you soaking him with your arousal.
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Sunrise filtered through the hotel room, hues of gold and blue glazed over the walls and floor. Blinking a few times, eyes adjusting to the almost angelic light that had seeped into the room. Wincing at the soreness that swaddled your body, exhaustion still evident in your bones. Then it all came rushing back. Windows were smeared with handprints, bottle of champagne was empty on the small table- heaviness rested on your chest, fingers flying to the weight-
Seonghwa's padlock collar was sitting pretty around your throat.
"Suits you better, princess."
Groggy mumble emerged from next to you, whipping your head to see Seonghwa laying there, one eye open, sleepy smile sprawled across his lips. Hair disheveled, body on show and marks littering his neck. Blush bloomed across your cheeks as you realised you'd left hickeys all along his throat, vibrant and extremely visible. Seonghwa's fingers tugged at your wrist, pulling you down next to him again.
"This means you're mine now, no-one has worn it before, just me."
Murmured honesty flowed from Seonghwa as he closed his eye.
"Wait Seonghwa-"
"Yes, I want you. No, I won't cheat. Now get some more rest, we have breakfast in two hours and then we are going sightseeing."
Staring at his peaceful state, unbelieving at the situation you found yourself in. And yet, relief filled your entire being as you snuggled closer to him, drifting back into a restless sleep.
cw; MDNI, improper use of shadows, agnst, mind control, brief thumb sucking, praise, owenership, lapdance sex position, brief mention of being bound, light choking.
word count; 1.6k
AN; a little bit of drabble about shadow daddy woo (listen you are gonna get a lot of dark/evil/sopro wooyoung writing from me, so. as always i don't own any of ateez and this is just fiction.
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Tendrils of darkness coiled around the space you were occupying; trapping you within its murky vines. Mind hazing over, the prior conversation you'd had with Hongjoong was fizzling out. Unable to hear his voice clearly anymore, the protection he once offered had evaporated. Frantic warnings to stay away from the shadow that was before you, were now fractured, no longer implanted in your brain.
Despite your efforts to cling onto the light Hongjoong once represented, it was hopeless. Futile attempts to keep your grasp on reality. One wrong choice had cost you everything.
"Shh, don't let the Captain's influence splinter the way you feel about me."
Poison dipped manipulation penetrated your thoughts, threads of unwelcome shadows curled around your ankles. Words filtered into your mind, dissolving any of the doubts you were having. Ensuring that any traces of Kim Hongjoong were gone. Suddenly, you felt weightless. As if the ground had disappeared from beneath your feet. Light as a feather.
"Deep in your heart, deep in your soul, you know where you belong."
Chipping away at your sanity, slithering into the cracks of vulnerabilty you kept tucked away. Fingers skimming down your arms, lips gracing the shell of your ear; intangible heat ripping from behind you.
"It's okay, I'll catch you when you fall."
Hand now cradling yours, fingers interlocking with your own, latching onto you in a way that was nothing but posessive. Fading from the light, sinking further and further into the darkness. Words of his charred promise were now etched into your mind, skin and heart. Swift movements along yourself to be tangled in the shadows, spun around to face your captor. Eyes covered by the brim of the hat, all that was visible were the strands of jet black hair and the ghost of a smirk haunting his lips.
Power coursing through your veins as he fed off the desires that were seated deep in your mind. All the ways you wanted to be cared for, pleasured, touched. Victory was throbbing from him because he knew he had you exactly where he wanted you. Stealing something so precious from Hongjoong was one thing, but to have you actually feel for him? That was an entirely different win. One Wooyoung planned on taking.
"I can feel it, little dove. How you want your deepest, darkest needs to be sated, the desperation for freedom, wanting love and pleasure."
Crumbling defenses fell to your feet because whatever he was doing was working and it was working quickly. Promises of everything you wanted. Without thinking, as if your lips had a mind of their own, you uttered his name out with a longing that shook you to your core.
"Atta girl."
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Silk ribbon snaked around your wrists, satin touch against your skin. Soothing and comforting. And yet the situation you had allowed yourself to fall into was far from that. Bleary thoughts teetered on the edge of your subconsciousness. Body and mind trying to fight their way through the haze and help you realise the reality you now you found yourself in.
But you knew.
Distant humming circulated the closed space, a lurch of fear oozing quickly through your veins. No need to figure out who the humming was coming from. Eventually, eyes fluttered open and you were greeted with nothing at first, until your sight adjusted and you were able to truly take in the enviorment you found yourself now laying in.
Candelight flickered in every corner of the room, shadows dancing along the brick walls, entangling with the vines of sin. Wooyoung stood at the foot of the bed, hat still tipped, only one eye visible. A cold breezee was ingrained into the crevices of the air, radiating from him and whatever he was planning. Waves of unknown promises were rolling towards you, increasing the fear that was now erratically pumping itself around your body.
"Portraying yourself as a prisoner, fearing whatever I want to do with you, is quite the cowardly act, love. We both know the truth. Arousal is entwined in your thoughts, your movements, even your breath."
Unable to say anything back to him, because he was right. You both knew it. Wooyoung moved towards you effortlessly, shadows swirling around him, reaching out from him, caressing your exposed skin. Something about the way the tendrils traced your flesh was more comforting than fear inducing. In a swift motion, Wooyoung straddled you, cool hands falling atop of the material bounding your wrists.
"Temptation and desire are interwoven, little dove. You can't lie to me. I can feel it. Every slither of unfiltered lust pooling between your thighs, throbbing of your pulse as you crush your lack of control for me, that craving to feel pleasure. Captain didn't fulfil your needs, did he?"
Heat crept along your cheeks, highlighting your cheekbones at the bold accusation. Amused chuckle filled your ears, Wooyoung's fingers withdrew from your wrists, instead carefully encirling the base of your throat, thumb resting against your pulse point. Dipping his head, shadows cast over his face as he pressed his lips to your ear.
"The way you're looking at me, it gives too much away, little dove."
Nothing but haze clouded your mind, wrists involuntarily tugging at the silk keeping you in place. Adrenaline that had been buzzing along your body had now been replaced by the eagerness to feel Wooyoung. Overbearing sense of want for him, addicted already and you'd not even gotten a taste yet.
Toxin. He was your toxin.
Click of his fingers and the scene before you was warped. No longer bound and laying down. No, now you were straddling Wooyoung's thighs, sitting pretty in his lap as his fingers skimmed along the curve of your ass. Beat of silence passed between you both, tension thick and suffocating.
Lips colliding, shadows engulfing you as you moved against Wooyoung. Hands grasping at your waist, holding you firmly as you rocked in tandem against each other. Taste of every bad thought glided along your tongue, feeling the way he weaved his way into your soul. Blurs of red hot splashes, teeth nipping at your lower lip, fingers brushing against the exposed skin of your stomach. Shivers cascaded down your spine, causing you to grind against Wooyoung's straining cock. A deep rumble within him emenated, hands now pawing at your chest, thumb brushing the peak of your pebbled nipples. Tilting your head back, allowing Wooyoung to glide his hands all over you, remembering every inch of this newly owned soul.
"Wooyoung-"
Whine of longing spilled from your lips, cracking as your hands clung to his shoulders. Corners of mouth upturned into a satisfied smirk, shadows unfurling from him, tucking your hair back, outlining the base of your throat as his as fingers worked deftly to free himself from the confines holding him and you back.
Bare thighs against each other, cock teasing the wetness that was soaking your skin. Shadows dancing along your hipbones, electricty scorching your flesh, mixing with the arousal you were leaking over him. Guiding his cock towards your entrance, teasing the tip along your clit, gasps ripping past your parted lips. Adjusting his position, angling you perfectly onto his cock, firm hold on you as he rocked himself against the pussy he now had under lock and key.
Free hand removing the hat from his head, jet black strands of hair framing his face, asymmetrical eyes catching your gaze. Breath hitching in your throat, losing yourself in the way he fucked you, drowning in the eyes that were holding nothing but magic, lust and darkness. Placing the hat on your head, grasping you with a bruising grip, teeth biting into his lower lip as he grinned at you.
"Such a pretty thing when you let your desires take over."
Shadows vined around your stomach, fingers curling around your throat as he fucked you with all the power and strength he posessed. Feeding off the way you disintergrated under his touch, feeling the way you moulded around him, like you were made for him.
"Fuck, you are- made for me and only me-"
Grunts blended with your patheitc whimpers, bouncing on him as he watched with fierce longing. Leaning your forehead aginst his, eyes locking with his, fingernails digging into his shoulders as Wooyoung filled you to the brim.
"So full of me, aren't you? Yeah?"
Praise melted into your fibres, fire and ice clawing at your insides, thighs quaking as Wooyoung hit every sweet spot possible. Shadows trailing along the inside of your thighs, skimming your clit as Wooyoung's paced increased, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Thumb pressed against your lips, sticking your tongue out and sucking his thumb as he pounded into you. Hot breath tingled your neck, muffled groans etching their way into your skin as he found himself near to the edge.
"Mm- fuck- fuck, eyes on me little dove as you cum-"
Catching your face between his hands, trapping your gaze on him. Breathing laboured, his eyes penetrating into your soul as you both came together. Flushed and clammy limbs tangling with one and other, his name falling from your lips in a prayer like way. Still caressing your face, Wooyoung didn't falter, hiking you up and laying you against the bed in a move that was so fast it made you dizzy.
Legs pushed towards your head, Wooyoung's cock sliding back into you, an overstimulated cry leaving you. Lips swallowing yours as he once again fucked you. Deeper, harder, feeling the overwhelming urge to ravage you, break you and fix you. Lost in a bubble of lust, feeling the way he filled you.
"Mine."
Repeated over and over and over as he claimed you. Your heart, your soul, your body.
Summary: When your boss Choi Jongho calls you up to his office you aren't sure if you've done something wrong, or maybe you did something right.
Warnings: MDNI, explicit content 18+ only, unequal power positions, fingering, pet names, back shots, mild degradation, Jongho has a big dick, maybe a vague tiny hint of a plot.
This is complete fiction and doesn't represent the real people etc.
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You always hated taking the elevator up to the 45th floor. It never meant anything good, just being told off by a manager or given more work. Somehow even though it moved fast it always felt like a death march.
It slowed as you reached your floor. The doors slid open and you walked towards the corner office of Choi Jongho.
There were only a handful of offices on this floor, surrounding a central atrium. Behind each door was a small room for each manager's executive assistant and a further door into the imposing offices of the men who kept the company running.
You knocked gently and opened up to the empty room. Mr Choi's assistant had called you and asked you to come up at 6pm so you kind of expected her to be here. Why were you expected to stay late at the whim of this man if she didn't have to stay?
Feeling bitter you close the door gently behind you. The silence was almost disconcerting, you were used to the buzz of traffic that you could hear at all times on the floor you worked at. You hesitate for a moment and then, deciding to get whatever this is over with, you walk to the inner door and knock with more confidence than you feel.
‘Enter,’ you hear from within. You take a deep breath, plaster a benign smile on your face and push the handle down.
‘Good evening sir,’ you say as you walk in.
Jongho doesn't look up, his head bent over papers and his graceful fingers swirling a glass that didn't look like it contained anything you would get away with drinking openly at work.
You hover, unsure what to do as the door clicks shut behind you. The silence grows heavy.
‘Um, sir, I was told you wanted to see me?’ You ask, still stuck by the door.
Barely lifting his head he glances up at you, dark eyes peering at you through wisps of hair. He still doesn't say anything and you feel panic rising in your throat.
‘Maybe I got the day wrong? Or maybe you wanted me here earlier? I can check my diary, I…’ you babble.
Jongho sits back in his chair, eyes never leaving yours, and takes a sip of his drink.
‘No, you're perfect,’ he says and inclines his head for you to come towards his desk.
You finally step further in. The lights are a little low and the darkness outside the two walls of floor to ceiling windows reflect everything in the room, with just faint twinkles of far away lights breaking up the image.
There's no chair in front of the desk so you stand, trying to find a comfortable place to put your hands as Jongho just stares at you intently.
‘Is there… was there something you need me to do?’ You ask.
A smile pulls up the corners of his mouth but the look in his eyes stays dark.
'I've been watching you,’ he says. ‘And do you know what I see?’
You stare dumbfounded, you genuinely have no idea what this is about. You don't even think you see him that often around the office. Of course you notice him - who wouldn't notice the handsome face and confident stature he carries himself with?
The idea that he has noticed you though, that thought hasn't entered your head and you aren't really sure what to do with the idea. He doesn’t wait for you to answer.
‘I see someone eager to please, eager to work hard… And in desperate need of being fucked until your legs give out.’
Your mouth opens but no noise comes out.
Jongho puts his glass down and pushes his chair back.
‘Come here,’ he says, his legs spread wide, as he pulls his tie loose.
Still mentally in shock you find your body moving on its own - your feet take you around the desk until you’re stood in front of him, your ass pressed against the wood of the desk.
He looks down at your heels and traces his eyes up your legs to your skirt, continuing over the white button down shirt and stops at your lips.
You shiver at the way he silently looks at you. You go to say something but he holds a finger up to shush you.
He leans forward and runs a hand up your calf, making your skin tingle as it gets higher and goes under your skirt. When his fingers touch the lace of your underwear the other hand slides in the other side and pulls your underwear down. Without him needing to say anything you step out of it and a smile pulls at the corner of his lips.
He stands up and even in your heels he is still taller than you. You’re forced to sit back on the desk as his arms come down either side of you and he leans in closer.
His knee comes between your thighs and forces them apart. He steps in closer so your thighs rest either side of his.
‘Sir, I don’t…’ you start but he cuts you off.
‘Don’t disappoint me now, you’re doing so good,’ he says as he leans in and presses his lips against your jawline.
His lips are soft and work their way to your neck. Your breathing is already coming fast.
A gentle scrape of his teeth makes your arms come up to his waist and you feel him smile against your sensitive skin as he presses closer to you.
His hand comes up and cups the other side of your face as he continues to lick and suck on your neck. Without even realising you have moved forward, your skirt riding up until you’re pressed against the hard bulge of his trousers.
Jongho pulls back a little, his eyes feel like he’s staring into your soul as he leans forward and kisses you, gentle at first but it doesn’t take long for the desperation of you both to come out - teeth and tongues clashing as his hands pull your hips hard against him.
Your hands find their way under his shirt and you can feel the hard contours of the muscles in his back. Your thighs clench around him as your nails press into the smooth skin and a moan escapes your throat.
Jongho stops kissing you immediately.
‘Not so shy and nervous now are you,’ he murmurs. ‘I want to hear you beg for it.’
‘Please Jongho,’ you say and he shakes his head.
‘I never said you could use my name,’ he says, a disappointed sigh escaping him.
‘I, sorry… sir,’ you say.
‘Better,’ he says, ‘now beg properly.’
He pulls back out of your arms and takes his black suit jacket off. He doesn’t say another word as he rolls his sleeves up, honey skinned forearms flexing in the light.
‘Please Jo… Sir, I need you, I want to feel you so badly.’
He raises one eyebrow, waiting for you to continue, his hand resting on the button of his trousers.
‘I’m sorry, I’m nervous, I never thought.. I didn’t imagine... I want you inside me, please, anything you want.’
He steps back and laughs when he sees the panic in your face.
He takes your hand and helps you off the desk, spinning you round and pulling your ass against him.
‘That’s it, you just keep being a good little kitten for me and I’ll give you everything you want,’ he whispers in your ear.
He pushes you down so you’re pressed into the desk, his hands bunching your skirt up around your waist. One hand presses down between your shoulderblades as the other moves between your legs and slides between your folds.
‘You’re so wet for me already, maybe I had you wrong, maybe you’re not a good girl but a little slut. Is that what you really are?’ His words make you whine.
‘Sir, I’ll be whatever you want me to be, just please…’ You don’t even know what you’re asking for but he finds your clit and starts to circle it, making your hips press back into his hand.
He pushes one finger, then two, into you and you cry out, resting your forehead onto the hard desk beneath you. His thumb brushes against your clit as his fingers scissor inside of you.
‘You feel so good even like this, I can’t wait to have my cock inside of this tight pussy,’ he says.
You feel the tightness in your stomach.
‘I’m gonna cum,’ you cry out. Jongho leans down over you, his spare hand landing next to your head.
‘Cum on my fingers, pretty girl,’ he says.
He presses on the bundle of nerves inside of you and you cry out as your orgasm flows through you. He keeps working his fingers inside you until he feels you start to relax, the high released.
As your breath starts to come back to you, you hear Jongho undo his zip and you try to turn your head to see him.
‘Uh uh, stay right where you are,’ he says. You can feel his cock sliding against you, gathering up your wetness, and Jongho groans.
The first inch slides in and you gasp but you’re crying out by the time he’s bottoming out as you stretch around his big dick.
‘Oh my god, Jongho,’ you say, out of breath and glad he’s giving you time to adjust to the size of him.
The first time he pulls back and thrusts in slowly but when he’s fully back inside you his hands come up into your hair and pull you up.
‘Look at yourself, you look so pretty taking me,’ he says. You look ahead at the window and are shocked to see your reflection staring back, Jongho’s hand in your hair and his eyes on you in the glass.
Keeping your hair in his hand, your back arched, he starts to fuck you.
He isn’t moving fast but every thrust is hard for maximum impact. The sound as he slams into your ass is drowned out by the cries you let out as every thrust devastates you.
Even so, you can’t take your eyes off his reflection, the way he’s watching himself moving in and out of you, his nose scrunched and lip bitten.
The hand not holding your head up is gripping your hip so tight that you know you’ll have bruises in the morning. Your walls clench him at the thought of him leaving his mark on you.
‘You’re taking my cock so well,’ he moans. ‘Don’t you dare cum until I tell you.’
‘Yes sir,’ you say even though you can feel the orgasm growing inside of you, getting closer with every thrust.
Jongho’s hand comes round and his fingers start a steady rhythm on your clit. Trying to hold the orgasm back you feel tears welling in your eyes.
‘Please sir, I can’t, I’m gonna cum, it feels too good, let me, let me’ you babble, trying to look him in the eye in the window.
He pulls you up fully so your back is pressed into his chest and, grinding into you, his mouth on your ear, he says ‘You can cum as long as you’re crying out my name.’
That’s all it takes. You see yourself in the reflection falling apart as you repeatedly cry out Jongho’s name and he follows you, moaning as you feel him pulse inside of you.
The only thing stopping you from falling to the floor completely boneless is his arm, pressed around your chest, hand on your shoulder, keeping you steady.
He keeps hold of you but slides out slowly, both of you moaning at the loss of each other. Jongho sits back in the chair, lifting you with him and keeping you in his lap as you both come down from the high of your orgasms.
‘You did such a good job. Keep being good for me and I’ll keep making you feel good, my little kitten.’
Summary: At a palace ball with your new fiancée you run into Yunho who hasn't accepted that you have moved on, could he be right?
Warnings: MDNI, explicit content 18+ only, kind of non-con, edging, a bit of bondage, dom/possessive Yunho
This is complete fiction and doesn't represent the real people etc.
A/N: This is in honour of the first line of any Ateez song that I ever heard, I don't think I'll need to explain which one.
Also an entirely self-serving cameo from one of my favourite biases outside of Ateez who Yeosang used as an example during their argument about Atiny going to watch other idols.
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The night was warm and the air smelled of jasmine and the sea. The palace was bustling with party goers as you leaned against a wall, hoping against hope that he wasn’t going to show up. You were happy now, life was uncomplicated and you liked it this way. Yunho turning up and being his usual difficult self would not go well for either you or Eunwoo.
‘Why are you hiding out here, beautiful?’ Eunwoo whispered in your ear, making you jump a little. You turn and instantly feel all the stress drain out of you, his eyes twinkling as he smiles at you, pleased that he has caught you off guard, glad he still makes your pulse quicken.
He looks beautiful tonight in black and gold, the buttons on his jacket gleaming in the moonlight.
‘Shall we dance?’ He asks, holding a white gloved hand out, which you gratefully take, and you walk together through the grand glass doors into the ball room.
You take in the skirts twirling, the sound of feet moving to the tempo of the band to the side. The room is glowing in candlelight and you and Eunwoo move together like you are two halves of the same being, whispering to each other, in your own world.
He turns you and as you move, mid-spin, you see Yunho, towering over the women gathered around him, staring directly at you. Shit. When did he arrive? How long has he been watching you? It doesn’t matter you tell yourself as you turn back to the man you’re with, the man you’re going to marry. His eyes crinkle as he smiles at you and you breathe out a sigh of relief.
But you can feel Yunho’s dark gaze upon you, and worse, the glares of the women trying to catch his attention. He isn’t subtle - his size and the weight of his eyes on you visible to everyone in the room. You feel your breath catching in your throat and you need to be away from him, away from that stare.
‘I’ll be right back,’ you say, silently pleading that Eunwoo hasn’t yet noticed the dark presence. His brow creases but he lets you go.
You don’t run but, picking your skirts up, you move as fast as possible away from the crowds, down through the palace corridors until you find a quiet spot beside the staircase. God you wish you could loosen the ribbons of your corset, the boning making it hard to catch your panicked breath. Your head jerks up when you hear him.
‘It was nice of you to find somewhere we wouldn’t be disturbed,’ Yunho says, stepping out from a dark corner. The smile on his mouth doesn’t reach his eyes.
‘I don’t have anything to say to you,’ you say. It comes out weak and quiet and all you want is for someone to come down the stairs, round the corner, anything.
His long legs mean just 3 paces and he’s right in front of you so you have to look up if you want to look him in the eyes. You want to, stare him down and tell him you’re happy now. But as you turn your face up all the words get frozen in your throat.
‘Why are you still pretending you want to be with him and not me, lover?’ His hand comes up and strokes your bare arm and you pull back but end up against the wall.
‘I am not your lover Yunho,’ you say. You look anywhere but at him, ready to bolt except now his arms are coming up and resting on the walls either side of you, his imposing frame leaning down so his face is level with yours.
‘Are you sure about that? Are you sure you don’t picture me when he’s inside you, lover?’ he whispers. His eyes are blazing now and you swallow down the rising bile in your throat.
‘I… I wasn’t even thinking about you when you were inside me,’ you spit back at him. He squints his eyes at you and his jaw ticks, anger visible in his jaw in the way that you know means you’ve caught him off guard.
His hands are still either side of you and although you don’t want to touch him you press your palm to the dark velvet of his jacket to try and push him away but he remains immoveable.
‘Please, Eunwoo will be waiting for me.’
‘Do not. Say. His. Name.’ He moves forward, pressing closer into you and drawing up to his full height.
His hand slides down the wall and onto your hip, grabbing you and pulling you flush against him.
‘Lover’ he says with a forced smile, ‘the only man’s name I ever want to hear come out of those lips is mine while I’m taking you apart.’ With that he crashes his lips into yours.
You beat your fists against him but he traps them in one large hand as the other holds you against him. His lips press to yours and you feel your own betray you even as you feel tears come to your eyes.
He pulls back, a look of victory in his eyes.
‘See, your body knows what your heart keeps fighting. You are mine.’
He reaches out and long fingers caress your jaw and wipe your tears away.
‘I would choose him over you every day,’ you say, but you sound less certain. He just smiles and your feet follow as he takes your hand and leads you up the stairs.
When you reach the room he is staying in you realise the mistake you’re making and try to pull your hand out of his grasp but he catches your wrist - no words needed. Gripping tight he pulls you towards him and through the door.
As he slams the door shut behind you his hand comes up and grips your throat. It isn’t tight but enough to give you goosebumps, he feels you swallow hard under his fingers. He leans in and kisses you again.
‘Don’t forget, I know every part of you,’ he says between kisses. ‘I know your darkest desires, I know what makes you scream, I know what makes you quiver.’ He turns you and your hands land on the door as he makes quick work of loosening your corset. He reaches round and, while sliding his hands down your chest, he pulls the corset open and lets it fall to the floor.
You take the first deep breath you’ve been able to take for what feels like hours. The relief is short-lived though when you feel Yunho’s lips on your neck and the ribbon of your undershirt being unknotted.
‘You always knew how to be a good girl for me, didn’t you?’ he whispers in your ear causing you to shiver with equal parts lust and guilt.
His lips trace your spine and his hands undo the skirts that envelop you. Just as they’re about to fall you grab them and spin to see him on his knees.
‘No, I can’t do this, you have to stop Yunho. Please, I can’t do this to Eunwoo.’
‘Stop saying his name. You don’t belong to him, you belong only to me,’ he shouts this time. You shrink back against the door, accidentally letting go of your skirts. They drop down to the floor and Yunho looks up at you, his eyes taking in the sight of your bare top half and the silk shorts the only thing on your bottom half.
His eyes glow as he presses forward, his head resting on your stomach, hands trailing up your sides. He pulls at your shorts and you let out a whimper as you feel the soft silk float away from you. Silently he looks up at you and for the first time tonight you are reminded of how he worships you, your body.
He lifts your legs so you step out of your underwear and then, eyes still looking up at you, he rests your leg on his shoulder. He closes his eyes and rests his cheek on your thigh, his hand sliding up and just gently pressing against you.
‘I knew you would be wet for me, lover,’ he says, his voice husky as his fingers slowly scissor your folds apart.
His tongue darts out and licks you from top to bottom and you gasp at the sensation - both strange and yet still familiar after all this time. He traces patterns over your clit and you lean forward into it, making him moan into you. The door is cold on your back and your skirts are still on the floor around you both but the only sensation that matters is his mouth on you, growing hungrier by the minute.
He moves his mouth down and starts to fuck you with his tongue, his nose bumping you in just the right spot. You reach your hands down and put your fingers in his hair holding him to you and you feel the smirk in his lips.
As you start to grind your hips into him, your breath coming shallower the closer you get, he pushes one then two fingers inside of you and pumps them in and out as he focuses on flicking his tongue on your clit again.
‘Right there, don’t stop, please,’ you cry. Just as you feel the tightness in your stomach and your cries are starting to merge into one, he stops.
‘Lover, you didn’t think I would reward you so soon after everything you’ve put me through?’ His smile is mocking and you gape down at him, shock in every fibre of your being.
He stands up, his lips still covered with your slick and he kisses you hard, forcing his tongue into your mouth. He grabs your hips and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around him and carrying you to the bed.
Half of your brain is screaming ‘get your clothes and leave, what are you doing?’ while the other half tightens your thighs on him and wraps your arms around his neck.
The bed is big, a four poster bed with curtains around it and pillows piled up by the headboard. He practically throws you on it and you bounce back, unnerved by both his roughness and realising he is still fully dressed.
Yunho reaches over to the curtain tie and rips it down, grabbing your wrists and tying them together. He pushes you flat, pulls your arms above your head and ties it to the post of the bed. The restraints are tight and the position of your arms pushes your breasts up so he can see how quickly you’re breathing from the movement of your chest.
Your choices are flashing before your eyes now, how have you ended up here, again.
Yunho is undressing, slipping off his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his wide shoulders. You can’t help but look at him, his broad chest on display as he looks down at you, his hand resting on the buttons of his trousers.
‘Do you think Prince Charming downstairs can ever make you feel like I do?’ Yunho asks as he walks back towards the bed. He undoes his top buttons but doesn’t remove his bottoms. He pushes your thighs apart and presses himself down on you, the bulge in his trousers pushing through the material into your core.
His weight bearing down on you he starts to kiss and lick at your neck, your collarbone, your chest. Your hips move involuntarily, grinding into his hardness, begging for friction.
‘I love him,’ you say, your body contradicting your words and Yunho knows it.
He bites down on your collarbone, hard enough to make you cry out and he licks it to soothe it.
‘No, you don’t,’ he says, looking you in the eyes. His expression is steel and you don’t know how to argue anymore.
‘Try saying that again while I ruin you over and over again until dawn.’
He stands up to take off his trousers and you can’t help the moan that comes out of you when he’s fully naked, strong and lean - precum already beading on the head of his cock.
He’s back on top of you and this time you can’t help it - you kiss him, your neck craning off the bed and your arms pulling the tie above you, wishing for the freedom to run your hands over his soft skin. Maybe this is what you needed, one last time to get him out of your system, one final goodbye.
He kisses you back with hunger and his hands are running up and down you, grasping at every part of you.
One hand reaches for your breast and after just a few gentle flicks he pinches it hard making you gasp and clench around nothing.
‘Tell me you want only me,’ Yunho says, his forehead pressed against yours.
‘No,’ you reply, still defiant.
‘Have it your way, you’ll admit it tonight one way or another.’
He reaches down and pushes his fingers in you roughly. His fingers are long and he always knew how to curl them so they hit you in the sweet spot immediately. His thumb comes up and rubs on your clit. After being edged once it doesn’t take long for you to be on the precipice again.
When you’re clenching on his fingers but before you’re pushed over the edge he pulls them out and thrusts inside you before you have time to process what is happening. He isn’t gentle and he bottoms out immediately. He at least waits a moment for you to adjust to him once he’s inside of you and your breathy pants from just having him resting inside of you makes his lips curl up in a smile.
‘What were you saying about not being my lover? It seems your body knows exactly what it needs,’ he says as he slowly pulls almost all the way out before pressing back in. In comparison to how he was when he entered you he moves slowly - the drag of his cock meaning you can feel every ridge, every vein. He pushes your thighs up higher and he’s hitting so deep you can feel it in your stomach.
‘I’m going to cum, I can’t…’ you cry out.
‘Can’t what?’ He grunts as his thrusts get harder but he keeps the slow, tortuous pace. ‘Can’t last when you know my cock was made for you? Can’t handle it when you’ve not had your pussy pounded the way you need it? Tell me you’re mine and I’ll let you cum.’
Tears spring to your eyes again. You do need him. You need this. Your body needs him.
‘Look at me,’ Yunho says, gripping your jaw.
‘Yes,’ you reply, barely able to keep your eyes open at the relentless feeling of his head hitting your cervix.
‘Tell me. Tell me who you belong to?’ His other hand snakes between you, pressing down between your legs, not quite touching enough to push you over the edge. ‘Say my name, tell me you’re mine.’
He starts to move his fingers and you nearly choke as the previous interrupted orgasms threaten to rip out of you.
‘You, Yunho, only you,’ you babble as he presses harder and the feeling of your orgasm crashes over you. He doesn’t let up and as you start to come down from the high you try to wriggle away from the overstimulation.
‘Lover, I think it’s best that I decide what you need from here on.’ He pulls his hand away but his pace starts to increase and you can’t help the cries that are coming out of you as he leans back and fucks you mercilessly. His hands are bruising as he pulls your hips up off the bed.
It’s overwhelming and when he presses his thumb down on you it immediately winds you up again. His hips stuttering and his pace becoming sloppy as he pulls another orgasm out of you. As your walls clench, and you scream his name, he cums hard, filling you up and grinding it into you.
Before he collapses down on you he reaches up and releases your restraints. The blood rushes into your arms as you bring them down from above your head and rest them on Yunho’s back, finally able to feel him.
He looks up at you, eyes wide and vulnerable for the first time that night.
pairing﹢ateez x fem!reader (hyung line)
genre﹢smut. submissive-leaning atz + femdom!reader, heavily inspired by vixx’s chained up, bdsm elements (such as restraint, blindfolds, and obedience), high emotional intensity and absolute whipped behavior. soft bondage, riding [hongjoong], cunnilingus/face-sitting, safe word mention [seonghwa], handcuffs, deepthroat, cowgirl [yunho]. light bondage, missionary, orgasm control [yeosang]. praising and usage of pet names, overstimulation, mentions of multiple orgasms and orgasm denial, creampie.
synopsis﹢bound by a love so intense it feels like a beautiful captivity, it's an addictive pleasure in being completely chained up by the one who rules their hearts.
↳ maknae line
❝ you gaze straight through me over the whip that made me submit ❞
HONGJOONG is used to orchestrating everything, from lyrics to the heavy demands of his life, but tonight he is stripped away from the armor that protects his pride. sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to maintain his composed facade, until you stepped between his thighs and simply looked down at him, using a single finger under his chin to tilt his head back, forcing him to meet your gaze. a fierce and brilliant mind like his is completely tamed by your touch, hushing the noise in his head until the only thing left is the heavy thrum of his own pulse.
"you're still trying so hard to fight, hm?" you murmured, which made goosebumps appear on his soft skin. your lover is stressed, overworked and stubbornly trying to stay in control, even though he finds peace in letting you rule him.
he closed his eyes for a second, his mask finally cracking. "please," he whispered, the word a confession of total desperation. "please... do whatever you want with me."
you smiled softly, climbing onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and immediately leaning in to press a hot and open-mouthed kisses against the racing pulse point of his neck. his hands immediately twitch, wandering up to grip your hips out of pure instinct to hold you. but you pull back, breaking the contact to look deeply into his blown-out eyes.
"hands back, joong," your soft yet commanding tone hits him like a whip. "don't touch me until i say so."
his body reacted before his brain could, completely helpless under your spell. hongjoong immediately threw his arms back, planting his palms firmly on the mattress behind him to support his weight, leaving himself completely defenseless to you. his fingers dug into the sheets, strained against the desperate urge to feel you.
"good boy," you praised, taking your time to strip away his control piece by piece, along with his and your clothes, leaving him completely bare and vulnerable beneath you. you line yourself up, and the moment you place your hands on his shoulders, your nails digging hard into his skin, as you slowly lower your hips, taking every single inch of his thick cock inside you.
hongjoong’s eyes grew wide, a groan tore from the back of his throat as his hips involuntarily hitched upward, but your weight held him firmly down. as you began to move, lifting yourself up and bouncing down in a ruthless rhythm, the realization hit him with euphoric clarity: it was right then that he felt how stretched and filled you are by him.
"god… you feel so good," you moaned, leaning down to capture his lips in a deep and searing kiss. you swallowed his desperate groans, your tongue tangling with his as you rode him harder, the obnoxious wet sound of skin slapping echoes in the room.
hongjoong couldn't take his eyes off you, his head thrown back whenever you pulled away, completely drunk on the sight of you fucking yourself on him. "ah, fuck," he whined, a needy sound escaping his lips as you hit his sweet spot with a particularly heavy thrust. "look at you... please, angel, let me touch you, i’m gonna–"
"no," you gasped out, your voice breathless but dominant as you slammed your hips down against his again, making him white-out from the pleasure. "keep your hands back, hongjoong. just look at me and take it all."
"yes, ma'am," he choked out, his vision blurring as he watched you command his body, entirely enslaved to your rhythm, completely yours. his mind is unable to process anything but the blinding force of you moving on top of him.
you want more of his sweet surrender. leaning down, you take his wrists from where they rest behind his back and loop a soft, tight silk tie around them, binding his hands securely together behind his torso. the sudden restriction makes his posture arch off more into you, a broken sound caught in his throat as he realizes he can’t even use his hands to stabilize his weight anymore. he is completely at your mercy, entirely exposed and defenseless while you continue to ruthlessly ride him.
"please, i'm– i'm so close," hongjoong gasps out, his skin is flushed crimson, chest heaving violently under the your authority. he is completely overstimulated, every nerve ending screaming from the way you're pumping yourself on his cock while his arms are trapped behind him. "sweetheart, please, i can't hold it–"
"let it go for me, captain," your voice low and dripping with praise as you grind your hips down extra hard, your nails scratching down his chest.
that single command shatters his remaining restraint. whining into your neck as his cock pulses violently inside you as he cums in heavy spurts. because he’s so incredibly sensitive and wound up from the stress of the past few weeks, the release is explosive, the heat of his climax flooding your velvety walls, making it drip down his thighs, causing a sticky mess of the rumpled sheets beneath him. he’s shaking uncontrollably, trapped in a state of a hazy afterglow, admiring the only woman who holds the power to break him.
❝ i want her, i can’t refuse her ❞
for SEONGHWA, the submission is deeply sensory and overwhelming. he wants to be consumed by you and worship you like a deity. he always looks so perfect, until the moment you cover his eyes with a silken blindfold. suddenly, the elegant facade fades as he submits to your every whim. your man is a strict perfectionist who prides himself on his restraint, but around you, that composure dissolves into helpless longing. the second you decide to test his limits, he becomes a man starving, and you are holding the feast, intentionally taking your sweet time to prolong his agony.
he lies back on the soft mattress, his chest heaving as he takes heavy breaths through his nose, completely unable to refuse whatever tormenting pace you choose for him. his fingers twitching against the sheets as you trail your nails down his toned chest, mapping out the hard lines of his abdomen, teasing him just out of reach. by withholding the full weight of your body, you force him to endure the delicious torture of anticipating the unknown.
"before we go any further, hwa," you whisper, leaning down until your breath warms against his lips. "star is still our go-to if it's too much, right? how are you feeling?"
"good… very good right now," seonghwa pants, his adam's apple bobbing heavily as his head rolls back into the pillow. "it’s so intense already, darling. just... keep going, don't stop."
you immediately pivot into a cruel game of sensory tease. one second you are resting on his right side, pressing wet kisses along his jawline, licking up to the sensitive spot behind his ear while whispering sweet nothings into the shell of it. “you look so beautiful like this, hwa...” but the very next second, you pull away entirely. you don't touch him, you don't even breathe loudly. you just keep quiet, letting the heavy silence stretch out until his breath hitches, then you talk again just to make him jump.
without his vision, seonghwa is forced to rely solely on his remaining senses to track you. touch becomes electric, sound becomes terrifyingly intimate, as anticipation builds in a way that is simply not possible when all senses are engaged. he catches the faint scent of your perfume while you move across the bed. his ears strain to catch your knees sliding against the sheets, the quiet padding of your bare footsteps, and the rustling of what he correctly assumes is your clothes being shed and discarded onto the floor.
"are you naked for me yet, my love?" he pleads, his voice breaking as he blindly tilts his chin up, searching for something he can’t see. "i can hear you... tell me what you're doing to me, give me a clue."
you straddle his lap, but keep your torso hovering just inches above his, refusing him the full contact his aching skin craves.
"i'm sitting right over you, hwa," you purr, your voice low, which makes his cock twitch fiercely in his trousers. "and if you stay perfectly still and keep your hands right where they are, i might just let you feel how ready i am for you. i think i’ll let you taste me first, until you're sobbing into my cunt, and then i might finally let you slide inside me. how does that sound?"
"fuck," a tear escapes from beneath the silk blindfold, tracking down his flushed cheek. "it sounds perfect. please, i beg you, princess... i’m yours. use me and ruin me. i can't refuse you anything."
every single touch from you feels like a divine blessing to his deprived senses, and he is weeping for it. you hover above him, shifting your weight until you are straddling his face, your wet heat pressing directly against his lips. seonghwa lets out a muffled gasp against your skin, his hands gripping the mattress so hard because he knows he is not allowed to touch you just yet.
"use that pretty tongue for me, mm?" you command, your fingers tangling in his dark hair to firmly guide his head exactly where you want it.
he doesn't need to be told twice. even blindfolded, his tongue works with this intoxicating devotion, lapping up your slickness, tracing your sensitive folds with an intense hunger. the wet sounds of his tongue devouring you fill the quiet room, and you throw your head back, groaning loudly as he hits your sweet spot.
pushing your hips down harder against his mouth, as a pathetic whine tears from his throat when a massive wave of pleasure crashes through his lower half. right there, with your thighs clamping his head, seonghwa’s body betrays him: he cums straight into his pants.
you pull back to look down at his flushed face, a smirk pulling at your lips. "aww, look at you," you tease, your voice malicious as you tap his soaked crotch with your hands. "cumming without me even touching your cock. so much for being such a patient man."
seonghwa panting heavily, his tongue licking his wet lips, obsessed with the taste of you. "i'm sorry," he whimpers, completely undone beneath you. "i'm so pathetic for you, sweetheart... please don't stop." and you don’t plan to.
❝ it hurts me so much, but i can’t turn away ❞
YUNHO is a greedy man, and his greed comes from an insatiable hunger for your absolute attention. he is never truly satisfied, always craving to be entirely possessed by you so he can ground himself in the absolute certainty that he belongs to you. under normal circumstances, your boyfriend plays the role of the gentle giant — always teasingly dominant, using his size to playfully hoard your affection and keep you tucked against his chest.
but tonight, you completely flip the script. the moment he tries to crowd you, you slide a pair of heavy metal handcuffs around his soft wrists, pinning his arms high above his head and locking the steel securely to the bed’s headboard. the metallic click signals his total downfall, and the sudden realization that he is completely trapped beneath you makes him absolutely lose his mind.
he is massive, all broad shoulders and towering height, but emotionally, he is so deeply wrapped around your finger that it almost aches. the hurt in him is the exquisite tension of wanting you so badly it physically pains him. you climb into his lap, straddling his thighs so that his only option is to tilt his jaw back and look up at you, his eyes wide and completely captivated by the sight of his owner.
"you like to be in control, don't you, yunho?" you purr, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw before sliding down to wrap around his exposed throat. "how does it feel now? looking up at me while you're completely stuck?"
"it feels... shit, i don’t know," yunho rasps, a vibration against your palm. even with his freedom stripped away, he doesn't sound entirely broken; there is still a possessive gleam in his eyes, a stubbornness that lingers of his natural dominance that only makes his submission sweeter. "do whatever you want to me, doll."
commanding him to stay still, and he obeys instantly, locking his eyes on yours, refusing to look away from his owner. you leave a hot trail of wet kisses from his lips, down his neck, over his chest, and across his flat stomach, until you slide lower, unhooking his trousers and pulling them down to expose his cock. it immediately twitches against his stomach. you lick right over the sensitive tip, catching the sweet pre-cum on your tongue before spitting directly onto the head, rubbing the lubrication down his length with your palm. pumping him slowly, teasing him while he squirms, his massive thighs flexing as he tries to arch into your hand.
"i told you to stay still," you retort, leaning down between his legs.
you wrap your lips around his tip, taking him into your mouth. yunho’s hips immediately twitch upward out of instinct, but you dig your nails sharp into his thighs, pinning his legs down. you dive deeper, your throat tightly clamping around his thick girth as you slightly gag and choke on him. bopping your head up and down, putting on a filthy show until you feel him swell and pulse in your mouth.
just as you feel his lower abdomen tighten, his breathing turns into a series of breathless whines and heavy groans that signal his approaching climax, you suddenly stop. you pull completely off him with a wet pop, leaving him entirely denied at the very precipice of his orgasm.
"ah, fuck– no, don't do me like that, dollface… please," yunho groans, and he sounds like a wreck. he isn't the type to beg pathetically, his pride still keeping his tone firm and demanding even while bound, but the frustration of the denial makes his entire body tremble. "don't do that to me… you know what i need, get on it."
"not yet, big boy," you whisper, wiping your lips as you shift your body back up his lap.
you align yourself over him, guiding his leaking tip against your soaking wet entrance before slamming your hips down rather roughly. you take him whole inside you in one stroke, the sudden action mixing an exquisite sting of pain with absolute pleasure. leaning your weight forward, placing your hands flat against his chest as you begin to bounce on him, setting a brutal pace that gives him no room to breathe. yunho stretches you to the absolute limit, and you enjoy looking down at him while he's handcuffed; he looks up at you like you are an angel with devil horns.
quicking the pace, your wet walls squeezing him tight, and the sight of the thick veins straining on his trapped hands sends you straight over the edge. you moan his name loudly, your cunt clamping down hard as you climax, and that crushing squeeze breaks his remaining restraint.
yunho cums deep inside you, his hips bucking violently into yours in heavy, that it completely overfills you. the hot mess of your combined orgasms dripping onto the rumpled sheets beneath his locked frame. his voice is so incredibly raspy, soft, and impossibly deep as he pants beneath you, his chest heaving out of breath. "ah... fuck, doll... look at the mess you made.”
a lazy smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he tilts his head to look down at your shaking body still draped over his lap.
"you couldn't even handle your own rules, could you?" so smug and cocky, his heavy hips giving you a twitch upward to remind you exactly who just filled you to the brim. "you took all my control away, but you're still the one left trembling, hm... how cute."
❝ it’s fine even if i’m hurt like this, without moving a muscle, i’m chained up ❞
YEOSANG is usually quiet, a man of a few words and reserved glances, but behind closed doors, he is absolutely starving for you to take over. gluttony is the only word to describe the insatiable hunger he has for your touch, voice, and sweet praise. you feed directly into his desperate need by rationing your affection, requiring a perfect execution of obedience before you give him a single drop of pleasure. your boyfriend has to obey, stay still, and serve you perfectly just to get a single taste of your lips, becoming utterly drunk on your authority.
playing into his doll-like beauty, you explicitly command him not to move, treating him like a beautiful puppet just so you can pull the strings. he stands in the middle of the bedroom, his eyes wide and completely captivated by you. you’ve already ripped open his shirt, leaving him bare from the waist up. his toned chest heaving as you gently restrain his hands behind his back with a soft satin cord. you look him dead in the eye and give your law: he cannot touch you, speak, or move a single muscle until you allow it. yeosang is so sweet, so eager to please that the mere thought of making you mad or disappointing you makes his stomach flip. the thrill for him is absolute obedience, completely chained by your words alone.
"you're doing so good for me, yeosangie," you whisper, dragging your fingers down his throat. "my pretty boy, staying so still."
"anything for you, angel," he breathes, his voice trembling as he breaks the rule of silence just to worship you. "i'm yours. please... tell me what to do."
when you finally permit him to move, he gladly bears the sweet torture of your restraint because the reward of your praise is his entire world.
eventually, the dynamic shifts to the mattress. you untie his wrists and shed the rest of your clothes, crawling onto the bed together. but the game isn't over; you set a new, high-stakes task. your hands are now resting flat on the sheets, as you tell him that he has to do all the work while you stay completely still. if he fails to extract an orgasm from you through his service alone, guess who will be chained up again?
the pressure drives him wild. yeosang is already beautifully marked up by you — his pale skin painted with purple hickeys, smudged red lipstick stains, and your sharp nails have already scratched his back raw, painting it red like it’s a bloody massacre. he deserves every single mark, especially with the way his thick cock is lovingly abusing your pussy, imprinting himself roughly into your walls as he returns the favor.
both of you are obsessed with missionary. there is something intensely kinky about doing it in the most vanilla position of all while being freaky as hell. it allows for constant and uninterrupted face-to-face contact, and you thrive on that power. it looks like yeosang is the one who should be in control, but your eyes remind him exactly who holds the leash.
he shifts his weight, his hands gripping your thigh to raise your left leg until your knee is level with your right shoulder, keeping your other leg pinned flat on the bed. the extreme angle opens you up completely, stretching you around his length as he drives deep inside you.
"you like this, baby?" he pants, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your chest as he thrusts into you, his eyes locked on yours. "look at how perfectly you take me. you're so tight around me, princess."
"shh… yeosang, stop talking so loud," you command softly, your eyes narrowing. "and keep your pace steady."
instantly, he bites his lower lip until it bleeds, completely silencing his voice, whimpering mutely into his own mouth as he obeys. if you told him to get off the bed and onto his knees right now, he would fall down and propose to you on the spot, since he is completely at your mercy.
but your tightness combined with the intensity of your gaze becomes too much for his sensitive body to handle. he tries to pull back and hold it in, however, with one devastating shove against your cervix, yeosang cums deep inside you without your permission. his cock is pulsing violently as he fills you to the brim with hot spurts of his seed. the room goes dead silent except for his ragged breathing. he stays buried inside you, his hands shaking against the mattress as he realizes what he just did.
you look up at him, a sly smirk spreading across your lips as you tap his chest. "did i tell you that you could cum inside me?"
yeosang’s eyes go completely wide, tears of pleasure and sudden panic swimming in them as he looks down at you like an angel who is about to punish him for a sin he didn’t mean to commit. "i-i'm sorry, angel... i couldn't hold it, you're felt too g-good, please–"
"well, then…” you whisper, reaching blindly under the pillow. "where did i put those handcuffs?"
Summary: When your boyfriend San gets home from work you finally find something to entertain yourself with
Warnings: MDNI, explicit content 18+ only, oral giving, fingering, piv, brief mention of squirting but zero details on clean up, what's a plot?
This is complete fiction and doesn't represent the real people etc.
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It had been a long day, you couldn't even concentrate on the kdrama on the tv. Just mindless doomscrolling and thinking about what to get for dinner.
San got home a little while ago and was in the shower. When he comes out you can order some dinner and maybe he’ll put something better on to watch. You both need to catch up on that show you started together last week.
You hear the drawers in your room and know he’ll be out in just a minute. You open the food app to see what you want.
As you're scrolling your usual delivery options you’re aware of San wandering in and laying back on the opposite end of the couch, the clean smell of his favourite shower gel wafting past you.
That’s when you look up.
He’s leaning back on his arms, looking at the tv, cardigan half buttoned and his pyjama bottoms hanging low on his hips. His hair is still damp with little strands falling forward into his eyes. Fuck how did you get so lucky?
‘I can feel you staring, princess,’ he says, voice low.
‘I…’ You start. ‘It’s hard not to.’
He smiles but still doesn’t look over, he knows what that tone in your voice means. San smirks as you put your phone down and crawl over the sofa until you’re straddling him.
‘So you’re just casually dressed like that, pretty boy?’ You ask, tilting his chin up to finally look at you. His eyes are bright and you can already feel him starting to get hard beneath you.
‘I just wanted to be comfortable, you seemed a little distracted when I got in.’ He puts his hands around your waist and pulls you closer.
‘Ah, so it was to be “comfortable”, not to get my attention?’ Your hips slowly start to move and San’s thumbs press into you, a soft whine coming out of his throat.
With your hands on the sofa behind him, you lean forward to kiss him.
When your lips meet at first it’s soft, the gentleness in opposition to how wet you’re growing grinding against the bulge in his trousers. You hum from the pleasure of being pressed against him, your earlier boredom a lost memory.
He opens his mouth and your tongue slides in. He always tastes so good, mint from his toothpaste and something that is just him.
It doesn't take long for his hands to start to wander up and under your top, his thumbs grazing the side of your breasts as you both start to kiss harder.
You lean back and pull your top up over your head and San’s breath catches like it always does even after being together so long. His hands move towards your nipples but you grab him by the wrists.
'Nope, not yet,’ you say, a smirk on your face. He looks devastated but the expression on his face changes as you push yourself backwards and down in between his legs.
You slide your hand up along the bulge in his trousers and he sucks in a breath as you hook your hand around the waistband.
‘Up,’ you say and he lifts his hips so you can pull his trousers and boxers down and off. You sit up on your knees and unbutton his cardigan, pushing it back from his perfectly sculpted chest. Leaning forward, you press your lips to his stomach, his skin warm under your tongue as you work your way down.
His hands come to your hair as you get closer to his length but you aren't ready for him to have control yet so you push them away. You pass over what he wants and plant kisses on the inside of his thigh instead. Looking up through your eyelashes you can see the need in San’s eyes, his lip caught in his teeth, so desperate for you to touch him. You can't help the giggle that comes out of you.
‘Please baby, you can't keep teasing me,’ he says.
‘Do you deserve my mouth? My tongue on you, my lips around you? Have you been good, Sannie?’
His pupils are blown as he nods, dumbstruck.
You lean forward, eyes still holding his gaze, and give the lightest kitten lick to his tip. His eyelids flutter and he lets out a sigh as you kiss and lick delicately.
‘Do you want more, pretty boy?’ You say in between gentle teases.
‘Mmhmmm,’ he moans. You carry on as you are.
‘I want to hear you voice my love,’ you tell him.
‘Please, I need you, ah, to wrap your lips around me.’
Who would you be to deny him?
You circle his tip with your tongue and then slowly slide your mouth down around his length. His hips jerk instinctively and you press a hand down on his hip to make it clear that you expect him to stay still.
With your hand at the base of his cock you hollow your cheeks and build a steady rhythm up and down him. You let the saliva from your mouth run down to lubricate your hand so you can move it in time with your mouth.
San is making those pretty noises, the whines and pants that tell you he has wanted this all day.
Letting go with your hand you push him further back into your throat and, gagging around him, give him a moment with your nose resting against his skin.
This time when his hands come up to your hair you don't stop him. His hips are moving against you and you relax your throat and allow him to use you. You look up at him again, eyes wide and rimmed with tears. That's what breaks him apart and he cums hard into you mouth, the taste salty.
As his whines fade you pick yourself up, remove your underwear and slide back onto his lap.
‘My turn, show me you're grateful,’ you whisper into the shell of his ear.
He looks up at you, dimples on display, eager to please you. One arm snakes around you, holding you steady, while with the other he holds his fingers up to your mouth. You open wide and he pushes two fingers in, pressing down on your tongue as you make sure he is coated in your spit.
Popping his fingers out of your mouth, he replaces them with his tongue as his hand travels down between your legs. You’re so wet already and you can’t help the noise that escapes your throat when the pads of his fingers come into contact with your aching cunt.
San’s mouth moves down to your jaw, your neck. His fingers are going slowly but with devastating pressure, just the way you like.
‘If you make me cum, I’ll ride you till you see stars,’ you moan, as if there’s any other way this is going to end.
San slips first one then two fingers into you and curls them against your g-spot, his thumb roughly circling your clit. He sucks on the skin of your collarbone enough to leave a mark - you might be in control today but you both know that you’re his entirely.
Your hips start to move against him, your hands pulling at his hair making him get hard again.
‘Faster,’ you cry, the desperation in your voice making San moan against you.
Your orgasm builds quickly now, your stomach tightening, your thighs gripping San’s. He pulls back so he can watch you fall apart above him and the sparkle in his eyes at knowing he can devastate you every time has you crying out his name as your orgasm finally crashes over you.
San’s fingers slow but don’t leave you until he can feel the final waves go through you. He pulls his fingers out and rubs your wetness on your nipple then leans forward and sucks hard, tasting you.
Pushing your hips forward while he licks and places gentle bites to your breasts you can feel he is hard again.
‘Sit back,’ you say. He moves lower, legs wide with you perched on top. You take his hands and rest them on your hips and then line him up and slide all the way down to the hilt. You stay still for a moment, both breathless and adjusting to the sensation.
His eyes are roaming you, taking in every part of you.
‘Tell me what you want,’ you say, starting to circle your hips and grind down on him.
‘I want…’ he starts, trying to find his words. His fingers dig into your hips, trying to lift you. ‘I want to fuck you until you scream my name.’
You start to ride him and it doesn't take long for him to reach his limit - he grabs your hips tight and starts to control your speed. You put your arms up behind your head, knowing the view of your breasts bouncing will be his undoing.
His eyes wide he slams into you a few more times before picking you up and bending you over the back of the sofa with ease.
He slides back into you hard and you cry out at the new angle. With one leg on the sofa for leverage, his pace is devastating and he brings one hand round to your clit.
‘I need you to cum baby, I need to feel you cum on my cock,’ he says. You're both breathing heavy and the room is filled with the sounds of both of your moans and San’s hips slamming into you.
The tightness is growing in your abdomen and you push back to meet his thrusts. It's too much and you scream out his name as your orgasm makes your vision white out and you squirt all over his cock. Your walls clenching and the force of your orgasm pushes San over and he whimpers, his cum spilling into you.
His arms tighten around you as he rides out the last of his high. Both boneless you sink onto the sofa together. You both get your breath back.
‘Time for another shower?’ You say.
‘Mmmhhh,’ he nods. You start to stand up but he pulls you back down into his arms then stands, carrying you to the bathroom.
‘We’ll see if you've got another one in you while we're there,’ he smirks.
This is complete fiction and doesn't represent the real people etc.
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It was still the early blue of the morning that only lovers see. Usually you wouldn't be awake at this time but you had woken up from a very enjoyable dream with heat spreading between your legs.
You glance across the pillow. In the morning light Mingi looks beautiful, his eyes closed and quiet breaths from his soft lips. You don't want to wake him up - he just came back from Japan and his flight got in late. He didn't even bother getting fully undressed, just crashed on your bed in a tangle of blankets and necklaces.
You turn around, staring at the mole on his cheek and the way his chains are resting against his throat really isn't helping.
Your movements make him shift though and his big hand lands on you stomach and pulls you in toward him. Now, flush against his chest, you feel every part of him as his leg snakes over yours.
You try to move a little but all that does is make your ass press into him and you clench, the only thing between you is the fabric of his boxers.
You're unsure what to do, his warm breath caressing your neck and his arm heavy around you. All you can think about is the things he did to you in your dream and you press your thighs together.
But you're so tightly wrapped into him that the small movement makes your ass rub against his cock and even in sleep his breathing hitches and he grinds his hips back into you. You stifle a gasp as you can't help but press back into him more.
You feel his cock starting to harden and arch your back further into him, the pressure between your thighs becoming unbearable. Mingi’s arm tightens further around you and he groans in your ear.
'Morning baby,’ he rumbles, his voice deep and gravelly with sleep. His hand slowly moves down and he grips your hip, controlling your movements in his lap and grinds you into him.
‘Did you miss me?’ He asks, lips against your shoulder.
‘Mmhmm, missed you,’ you say. Your hips are in rhythm with each other and your thighs slick with wetness.
That's when he bites down on your shoulder and you cry out, digging your nails into his arm. He soothes the bite and moves his hand down between your legs.
‘I want to hear how much you missed me,’ he says into the curve of your neck, peppering kisses as he goes.
His hand between your legs presses gently but he doesn't do anything, waiting for your words.
‘I missed you, I missed your arms and your kisses and I m-missed…’ Your words start to stutter as his fingers move between your folds and press down on your clit. Mingi circles it slowly with nowhere near enough pressure.
‘I missed your hands,’ you say.
‘I know there's more baby,’ he says, pressing his now hard cock into your back, his fingers dipping inside you and making you gasp.
‘I missed this, I missed being pressed against you, I missed your cock,’ you say as his fingers start to move more. His thumb begins rubbing against your clit and you cry out.
‘That’s my girl,’ he whispers close to your ear, the sounds of sleep and arousal twisted together in his voice. ‘I think you deserve to cum on my fingers for using such pretty words.’
His long fingers curl in to hit you right where you see stars and his thumb presses with the perfect pressure that he knows will undo you.
The tightness in your stomach grows quickly, the lingering effects of your dream and the week without Mingi adding to how well he knows your body. Before you know it you’re pressing your face down into the pillow, crying out as your orgasm rips through you.
Mingi kisses your neck as you come down and you feel him pushing his boxers off.
He pulls you back so you’re tucked into his chest again and hooks your leg on his forearm. You arch your back and feel his tip brushing against your folds, coating him in your wetness. His other arm comes from under your back to rest across your collarbones and hold you tight against him, his hard necklaces pressing into your back.
‘Please Mingi, I need you,’ you say, reaching down to help guide him into you. He pushes in slowly, letting you get used to the stretch as he goes, kissing your shoulders and neck all the while.
He moves at a tortuously slow pace and his breathing starts to come harder on the shell of your ear.
‘This is all I could think about while I was away,’ Mingi says.
‘Mmmm, show me how much you wanted me,’ you say. You reach your hand back and push your fingers into his hair as your hips try to push back harder on him.
A laugh rumbles out of his throat and he flips you on your stomach and cages you in with his arms either side, still inside of you, legs straddling your hips. You can feel his weight on you and his chains tickling your back.
‘Oh I plan to,’ he says, pushing deeper inside of you, the new angle making you grip the sheets underneath you. You can feel every vein of his long, hard dick as he thrusts hard into you.
He reaches for your hands and laces his fingers into yours, now claiming and heavy upon almost every part of you. You push your hips back as much as possible to meet his and it doesn’t take long before you’re both breathless and moaning.
‘Let me see you when you cum baby,’ you say. He grunts as he pulls out and flips you on your back. He slides back in easily and you wrap your legs around his waist tight.
He kisses you like he’s starved and your arms pull him further into you, desperate for his touch as though you haven't already been wrapped up in each other.
The intensity builds as he slides his hand into your hair and pulls your face into his neck. You mark him with your kisses and he stills his hips to let you grind on him until you cum with a muffled scream.
As soon as the first intense wave of your orgasm slows he's pounding into you, desperate for his own release. As he gets closer he whimpers in your ear, telling you how he missed you and he loves you.
‘I'm so glad you're home, please cum for me baby,’ you say. He pulls back enough to look you in the face and, his movements losing rhythm, you watch the beautiful expressions on his face as he fills you.
Breathless, he kisses you gently as he pulls out and drops his weight on to you, his head on your chest, your legs unwrapping from him.
‘Shall we have a shower?’ he says.
‘Later.’
Stroking his back gently you both fall back to sleep as the world outside is starting its day.
it was supposed to be a cozy night spent between you and your fiancé, sitting on the couch together, reading your books. at least it was— until yunho got a little too curious about what exactly you were reading.
— smut minors dni, they're engaged and in love, reader is reading acomaf except i dont remember much of acomaf so dont look closely if u know it, if u don't know it it doesn't matter it's basically just dirty talk lol, fingering, overstim, soft dom!yun, one (1) clit spank, unprotected sex, oral fixation, degradation, yunho's a cocky fuck, creampie, hella dirty talk
— wc 5.3k
— happy almost february! this is my first installment for @everyonewooeverywhere 's fic exchange event, and also a gift for one of my favorite humans in the world, miss dj herself ᢉ𐭩 thank you so much for hosting this event and being such a genuine friend to me, i love you so dearly ⋆˙⟡
Seven-forty-two on a Thursday evening.
Sepia curtains drawn, the sun had long gone to sleep, lamplight and the fireplace shrouding the living room in an amber hue. Warmth flowed through your space, beneath your blanket, between your fingers and the page of your open book. Yunho had one of his own, across the couch, a navy cover with stars and a name you couldn’t remember.
Blanket large enough to share, your feet touched beneath the cover, both of your legs folded up on the couch, the only sounds in the room the crackling of the fire and uncoated pages turning by the grip of two fingers. You’ve been absorbed in the series you’ve been reading this month, in the second book out of five, the next conflict laid out for the characters to resolve. A fantasy series by an author you enjoy, you’ve come to love nights like these, across from your fiancé on the couch, silence in the room, minds escaping to another universe.
You shifted, getting comfortable, Yunho eyed you from above the spine of his book, beneath his thin frames. An arm beneath your body, you curled into the couch, legs stretching to tangle with his, your bare skin against his clothed by cotton.
“Do you want me to move?” He asked softly, “Or are you comfortable?”
“I’m comfortable, you’re fine,” you shake your head, barely shooting him a glance, nose in the pages before you.
He smiled to himself, not that you could see, because he loved these nights just as much as you did. It’s turned into every night these past few weeks, ending your long workdays on the couch, full stomachs and minds roaring to empty upon pages of someone else’s life. A shared hobby, one of many, how you both looked at reading the same way– an escape of your own busy routines, emptying out your thoughts, your worries, taking your consciousness and placing it into another realm.
You slid your leg beneath one of his, letting the weight of him comfort you. Your head dug into the couch cushion along the back, book held up in front of you, brows subconsciously furrowing as the two main characters finally reached somewhere private. Excitement sits low in your belly, you know what’s coming, it only makes sense for their relationship to take the next step.
A shared kiss, your lips curl, flipping the page. Your toes wiggle beneath Yunho’s leg, eyes scanning the page, smile growing as their clothes come off. He’s watching you now, as your hand lifts, fingernail between your teeth, biting onto your manicured hand like he didn’t pay for it yesterday. He knows that look, he can feel the tremor in your legs, he can see the arousal spreading through your body like the fire crackling across the room.
Amused, his own lips twitch upward in a grin. You flip the page again, ignorant to his eyes, to how well he knows you. Finally, he asks, “How’s your book, baby?”
You don’t even look up, “So good.”
Still amused, grin still present, his eyes thin. “Should I read it next?”
“I don’t know if you’d like it,” you answer mindlessly, words breathy and casual like you didn’t know what you were saying, too focused on what you were reading.
“Why not?” He pries further, closing his own book after bending the corner of a page, letting it fall into his lap. “It’s fantasy, no?”
“I don’t know, maybe you will,” you flip the page, eyes glued to the top of the next page. You were brushing him off, he should leave you alone, let you at least finish the scene. His lips tighten, scrunching to one side as he opens his book back up again, eyes finding the last sentence he read, trying to pick up where he last left off.
He gets all the way to the next page before he realizes he hasn’t actually read a single word. Eyes scanning the page, recognizing words, but the movie isn’t playing, he can’t see what’s happening. His mind drifts again, you’re reading smut, he knows you are, yet you pay no attention to him? Can he not do what your little characters in your book can?
He gives his head, his shoulders a small shake, ridding himself of the thoughts. That’s not what reading is– he knows it in his soul, he reads, too. It’s a story, you’re watching a scene in your head of two other people, it had nothing to do with him. Yet his eyes flicker back up to you, your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes flying down the page like you couldn’t digest the words fast enough. His book lowers to his lap again subconsciously.
At that, your eyes perk up, they’re on him and suddenly he feels bare. Caught red-handed.
“You okay over there?” A smile tugs at your lips, and Yunho blinks in response.
“Fine,” he nods, slapping a smile on his lips, “just reaching a wall, my brain isn’t working anymore, I think.”
“Turn on the tv then,” you bring your eyes back down to your book, and Yunho doesn’t move an inch, not a single muscle. Now he just wants your attention, he thinks, he’s too curious about what you’re reading, what spicy shit is happening between those characters to get your legs twitching beneath his own.
You chuckle, and Yunho realizes your eyes are on him again, analyzing, amused at what’s probably a dumbfounded look on his face. You fold the corner of your page, reaching sideways to place your book on the coffee table, no force to your actions, no sign of irritation.
“Whatsup, baby?” You ask, voice light and playful, “Wanna watch our show instead?”
Ah, fuck, he loves you. He can’t fucking wait to marry you.
“Want you to tell me what’s happening in your book,” he finds himself answering, maybe he’s the cat that’s grown too curious.
“Feyre and Rhys,” you shrug, then you smile, “they’re fuckin’.”
Yunho’s brows raise, knowing a few details already from what you’ve shared over the month, “Finally.”
“I know,” you groan out, tipping your head back, “Rhys is so sexy.”
“Yeah?” Yunho’s voice dips, cresting something deeper, an idea that had been planted ten minutes ago finally taking shape. “What’s he doing?”
Your head straightens again, eyes thinning as you stare at Yunho across the couch, warm brown hair unstyled, air-dried, laying flat over his forehead. “Why are you asking, hm?”
He reaches sideways the same way you did, placing his book on the coffee table beside the couch, your eyes stay locked on his bicep that flexes as it sneaks out of his short sleeve tee. He croons, “Wanna know what’s got you so hot n’ bothered.”
You chuckle again, disbelief lining your tone, “I am not hot n’ bothered.”
He squints at you the same way, like he doesn’t quite believe you. “So you don’t want me to fuck you stupid on this couch?”
Smile gone, your eyes widen ever so slightly, bones going rigid. Then the heat sinks in, like a warm hand at the base of your spine, spreading through each limb until it reaches your throat, forcing an ‘I do’ out of your mouth.
Yunho’s smile grows into something cocky, pushing himself up with his palms on the cushion beneath him, knees pressed to the couch as he crawls over you, so close your foreheads are touching. The heat of him is raw, it seeps into you, mixing with your own– your breath grows shallow, eyes widening as the full broad length of him looms over you. So threatening, he could be, he might be, you don’t know what mood he’s in yet.
“You do?” He asks again, chocolate eyes boring into yours, circled with something brighter, an idea brewing.
Your feet kick at the blanket still covering you, peeling it off your body, answering him with a breathy, “Yes.”
“That’s my girl,” he says with a knowing grin before he presses his lips to yours, one arm on the armrest behind you, the other pressed to the cushion beside you. Molding together like you always do, your head tilts to meet his guiding lips, hands coming up to his chest, feeling his cotton-covered skin before they trail up to his shoulders, his neck, letting the shape of him comfort you until your legs spread beneath him.
They hook over his thighs as he slots himself between them, pinning you down to the couch, his tongue splitting your lips to taste you. You whimper into him as your hips buck, the strength of him still as you use his thighs to lift yourself up, hips grinding against his. He breaks the kiss, keeping his lips just grazing yours to taunt you, “Thought you said the book wasn’t making you horny.”
“It wasn’t,” you’re quick to respond, voice breathy, loaded by impatience, “it’s just you.”
He hums, smiling as he places another kiss on your lips, “She’s nice today, huh?”
You smile, hooking your arms around his neck, grinding your hips into him again, “Want you, Yun.”
“How do you want me, baby?” He asks, dipping his head below your jaw, placing soft kisses along your skin, tongue poking out to leave a trail as he sinks down your neck.
“Wanna ride you,” somewhere between a whine and a moan, your eyes flutter closed, using him to grind yourself up against him, his length beneath his sweats catching onto the slick beneath your sleepshorts, already sticky, already clinging to your core.
He scoops an arm under your back, breaking from your neck to lift you upward in one quick motion, sitting up straight at the center of the couch. A move he’s done a thousand times, you barely react, using one foot planted on the floor beneath you to shimmy your shorts down your legs as he tugs his shirt off his head. You throw yourself against him, thighs bracketing his hips, core pressed flush to his.
Skin creamy like the moon, it’s littered with splotches of cherry, flushed and needy, he was just as horny as you. It makes you smirk, arms laying over his shoulders to attach your lips again, heavier this time, quicker, your hunger grows as your hips grind into his still-clothed length, this angle better, harsher, it leaves you gasping into his mouth.
“Take your pants off,” you whisper into his mouth, barely breaking the kiss, “need you inside me.”
“Not yet,” his hands find your hips, grinding you against his length, using more force than you were on your own, a broken moan forces its way out of your lips, head dipping down in pleasure.
His lips find your jaw, sinking down to your neck as his fingers toy with the hem of your tee, pushing it upward, over your chest until he breaks away from your skin, pulling it over your head. Hands to your chest, you find his lips again, a mess of saliva and teeth, rushed as if you were running out of time.
Thumbs brushing over your nipples, he hisses, “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
“Don’t tease,” you whimper, hips rocking against him, voice breaking as you say, “I need you inside me, Yunho.”
“Patience, my love,” he whispers, the air cool against your nipple, making your back arch as your hands fall into his hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp. “What were they doing in your book, hm?”
Your brows furrow, jaw already slack in pleasure, you search your mind, blinking, dumbfounded, trying to find words you just read. His eyes glance upward, lips around one of your nipples, the look of him does nothing to aid in finding the memory, it makes you groan out, body twitching.
He chuckles, popping off of your chest, “What? Can’t remember?”
“Not when you’re doing that, fuck,” you huff out, “why do you care? Just fuck me.”
His brows furrow, disappointed, you don’t care. He tsks, taunting again, “Come on, smart girl, you just read it. Don’t tell me you weren’t paying attention.”
“Ah, fuck–” you whine, “I was, it’s too much– I have to explain,” his lips wrap around your other nipple, teeth poking out to graze, “shit– the table, he ate her out on the table–”
His hands slide down to the plush of your ass, squeezing, shifting you backward on his thighs, spreading his knees to open yours wider. His lips breaking from yours again, his hands slide over your hips, squeezing your thighs as he leans back into the cushion of the couch, watching you with analyzing eyes. His voice is short, curt, ordering instead of encouraging as he says, “Keep going.”
Palm up, his hand slides between your legs, fingers spreading your wetness along your folds and you suck in an exasperated breath, back arching, eyes fluttering closed. His fingers slap up against your core once, “Hey.”
“I’m sorry!” You hiss, shaking your head to collect your jumbled thoughts, rearranging your memories. His fingers slide up to your clit, keeping pressure there as you start again, “He ate her out on the table, m-made her cum twice– the sex was claiming, they kept saying ‘You’re mine.”
He hums, leaning forward as his fingers slide backward, the tips of two fingers catching on your entrance, “Made her cum twice, hmm?”
You choke out a moan, hips digging into his fingers, bottom lip trapped between your teeth in a fight to keep your composure as you nod, stuttering out, “T-twice.”
His fingers sank inside, “Then what?”
Your head falls forward, a lewd moan slipping out, his fingers are so long, they curled inside you perfectly, adding pressure where you needed it most. Hips already shaking, you ground them into him, his other hand thrown lazily over your thigh.
You cursed, “They fucked again, she gave him head, fuck– and he flipped her on her front, fucked her stupid.”
His fingers picked up in speed, curling inside you with each thrust, hitting that spot each and every time like his fingers couldn’t go anywhere else. It’s engraved in him, you think, to make you cum with ease, to pull you to the edge as quickly as possible, because he knows exactly what to do and when to do it, and never fails.
“That what you want?” Taunting, teasing, honest.
You shake your head, shoulders shaking in pleasure, “Wanna ride you.”
“Need you crying around my fingers first,” he hums, flattening the edge of his palm against your clit, making you cry out, fingers clawing at his shoulders for purchase, stability while you grind yourself into him.
You pick your head up to see a ghost of a smile on his face, eyes locked on yours as he asks, “Should I make you cum twice, too? Hm?”
You nod, lips parting, breath catching in your throat as your clit glides against his palm just right, the sounds of his fingers filling you up obscene. “Please, Yun,” you cry out, trying so hard to keep your rhythm steady, to catch the high you were so desperately chasing.
“I’ll give you one,” he adds more pressure in his palm, fingers working you faster, the sounds of you gushing so loud, you couldn’t feel the flame of shame. “You’ll have to work for the second.”
You clench around him, pressure building with each curl of his fingers, it’s worse when they stay there, pressed up against your walls while you clench hard, clit grinding against his palm like a bitch in heat. You cry, “I’m gonna cum– I’m close, I’m gonna–”
“Give it to me,” he urges while his palm presses harder, almost bouncing against your clit, “Let me feel you cum around my fingers, c’mon, give it to me.”
“Kiss me,” you cry and he leans forward, a mess of teeth and tongue, your lips barely moving against him as your pleasure hits its peak, orgasm washing over you, hips jerking wildly against him as your nails claw hard enough into his skin to leave crescents in their wake. Yunho groans, working you through it, feeling the sting of your nails in his skin, loving it as much as you need it.
“S’good,” there’s relief in your voice, hips slowing down into a dirty grind, chest heaving, breathing into his mouth that he keeps pressed to yours, top lips touching, bottom lips connected by a single string of spit.
He gives you a moment to come down, to breathe, he waits for your core to stop clenching around him before he starts again, plunging his fingers deep inside of you instead of curling them around your walls. You gasp, eyes blowing wide, body locking up, bones made of stone, he smiles into your mouth.
“Told you you’d work for it.”
A promise, one that went over your head, you quickly realized. Lifting your hips, you’re still, silent as he fucks his fingers into you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“Y-Yunho– fuck, Yunho!”
Your voice grew in pitch, high and whiney, surprised, still reeling off your last orgasm, body still shaking. Your toes curl, shins lifting off the couch cushion behind you, face scrunching into pleasure, into surprise, into overstimulation.
“Breathe, baby, you can take it,” he encourages, swiping his tongue over his lips, “you can do it, my good girl, one more f’me. Just one.”
The sound that leaves you is between a scream and a squeal, eyes screwed shut– he curls his fingers and you fold, abdomen clenching, elbows pressing against his shoulders to keep yourself up.
“Yunho, I can’t, I can’t–” you can’t breathe, you can’t feel anything other than blinding pleasure, it’s too much.
“Just like the girl in your book, baby,” he says it like it’s easy, “just one more, don’t disappoint me. I’ll let you cum on my cock after, you want it, don’t you?”
You’re nodding before any words can leave you, they’ve all died in your throat that constricts around nothing, jaw dropping, tongue lolling out. A knowing, fond smile breaks out across Yunho’s face, “There she is, my good girl, needs something in her mouth, huh?”
You’re stuck in a whirlwind of pleasure as his hand fucks you open, fucks you dumb– the other one travels up your waist, a thumb over your nipple as he crosses your chest, over the curvature of your shoulder. It lands on your jaw, forcing your eyes on him, his had deepened, seeming more charcoal than chocolate. “Say please,” he said simply, edged with dominance.
“Please,” you whisper, voice shaky.
Two fingers push past your lips, landing flat on your tongue. Your eyes fly back, immediately grinding into his fingers still working at your core, effectively restarting your nervous system. Your lips close around his fingers, tongue massaging against them, you can’t see the smile he wears, how proud it is, how loving it is.
“Cum for me,” it’s nothing but an order, his voice harsh. His fingers press against the front side of your walls and you lose it, clit untouched, hips bucking against his fingers as your lips suck harder against the ones in your mouth.
Shaking, spent, your body crumbles, hands holding onto his wrist like it's your lifeline to keep his fingers in your mouth as your forehead hits his shoulder. His fingers slide out of you, pulling them up to his mouth, you can hear the sound as he licks them clean. Wet, sloppy, lewd– it makes you shiver.
“Taste so fuckin’ sweet,” his wet hand finds your back, trailing fingers down your spine, “want you to ride my cock like you did on my fingers.”
You whine, letting go of his wrist, freeing his fingers. “Dunno if I can.”
“You wanted to,” wet fingers find your waist, lifting you to slip his sweatpants off his hips, lifting them to tug his pants down to his thighs so his cock can spring free.
You shiver again as it slaps against the slick spread on your folds, the weight of it clear, fear sitting heavy in your spine at the length of him. “Yun,” you mumble, followed by a whimper.
You break away from his chest to sit up, lifting your hips for his length to sit before you, tall, pink, leaking– your mouth waters like you didn’t just come twice.
“Look at you,” he settles back in the cushions while you wrap your fingers around the base of him, “my cock-hungry slut, already wanting more. Thought you were too tired?”
You stare at him through your brows, gaze pointed, “Don’t be mean.”
“You’re wetter when I’m mean,” he laughs a little, and even that feels condescending. “We both know you like it. Ride my cock like you were begging to earlier.”
Cheeks inflamed, you obey, hips lifting to line him up with your entrance. “Deep breath,” he reminds you, like he does every time, as you start to sink down onto his length.
It steals the breath from your lungs every time, you need the reminder. Mouth falling open, your brows furrow, a small squeak escapes from the tip of your throat as you pass the mushroom tip, slowly lowering yourself inch by inch, savoring the curve, every vein until you’re fully seated. A moan of relief escapes, breath entering your lungs again, mumbling out, “So fuckin’ big.”
“Never gets old, huh?” He’s smiling, it’s cocky, but you can see the furrow in his brow, the pleasure he was hiding.
“Arrogant,” you mutter, but you clench around him, when he’s like this it never fails to edge you further. “Fuck,” you force out, it’s harsh, the stretch, the feeling of being so fucking full.
His hands find your wrists, throwing them over his shoulders, bringing your chest close to his, pulling you into him. Your lips find his, not as messy, more controlled, his tongue slips into your mouth with purpose, tasting every inch of your mouth.
His hands on your back, his nails graze your skin, making you shiver. “Move,” he says into your mouth and immediately you start grinding your hips, followed by a moan poured straight into his lips. It’s indescribable, how he can feel so fucking good, like you were molded for him, by him, how sex can feel so perfect.
He leans backward, dipping his head to wrap his lips around one of your nipples as you start to move, hips grinding against him, bouncing when his teeth poke out to bite.
“Shit,” you curse, using your shins pressed to the couch for leverage, his hands hold you at your waist, sliding forward, thumbs sliding under your chest, holding up your tits for him to use. His tongue pokes out from between his lips, grazing your nipples as you bounce. “So good, Yunho, so good,” you cry, holding him by his hair, bouncing against him.
He pushes himself forward, reaching over you to get his sweatpants down to his ankles, never breaking his lips from your nipple as he kicks them off, bringing his ass to the edge of the couch, spreading his knees wide, trapping your calves between his knees and the couch.
Your hips switch to a nasty grind as his arms wrap around your back, cradling your body, you don’t break your rhythm as he leans forward, your body sliding backward. Your arms slide around his neck, keeping his head to your chest as gravity pulls your hips down, farther off his length, giving you more space to fuck onto him, to grind your hips steadily onto his length, all while pathetic, whiney moans leave you one after another, the pleasure too much to bear.
“There you go,” he says into your skin, voice sounding choked, raw, “fuck, so fuckin’ good, my good girl, doing what I need her to do.”
“Big,” is all you can get out, repeating it like a mantra, his arms tighten around you harder, holding you closer. Your hips pick up speed, riding him faster, feeling him curve against your walls, the drag of the head of his cock against you.
“So big, fillin’ you up,” he chokes out, “feel good? This what you wanted?”
You’re nodding, you loosen your arms as he pulls you backward, finding his lips again, pushing him back into the couch to bounce on him faster, the tops of your feet hooking over the tops of his thighs.
“Needed this,” you whimper, steadily bouncing, “needed you to fill me up.”
“No one else can fuck you like this,” he reaches up to grab your jaw, pulling you down to whisper into your mouth, “you’re mine, this pussy is mine.”
You moan out, pressure building in your core all over again, “No one, Yunho, just you– fuck– this’s all I need– fuck!”
Your thighs burn, you don’t care, his lips are on yours again, messy and wild, so claiming it renders you brainless. You moan into his mouth, fingers curling into his hair, you need him to take over, to give him what he needs, you need to be full. “Flip me over.”
In one quick movement he turns the two of you over, you flip to your stomach on your own, pressing your face into the pillows, one knee bent up on the couch while the other lays dangling off of it, presenting yourself for him. He groans behind you, so low and dragged out it makes you arch further, one of his legs lifts onto the cushion beside you, a palm splayed over your ass while he lines himself up, sliding inside.
Your face digs into the couch, a punched yelp escaping you, legs shaking, your fingers fist the cushions. “Yes, yes, Yunho!”
“Fuck,” it’s a low groan, an honest admission, he picks up speed immediately. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, the squelch of him sliding into you, the crackling of the fire silent by now.
“I won’t last,” he leans over you, fingers rough at your spine, sliding up until they reach your hair, pulling you upward.
You cry out, fingers reaching for the back of the couch, your other leg half on the couch, half dangling, letting him use you in whatever position he needs you in. One of his legs lifts yours onto the couch until you’re steadily positioned for him, stable, head pulled back into his chest, back arched, breath heaving as you look up at him– face red and splotchy, hair fucked up, features blown out and crazed, fuck, you couldn’t help the way you clenched around him. Even upside down he was beautiful, perfect, you couldn’t believe you got to marry him.
“So pretty,” you say mindlessly, voice not your own anymore, something ruined, overwhelmed.
He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Not as pretty as you, baby. Rub your clit f’me, need you to cum around my cock.”
He lets go of your hair to wrap an arm over your chest, holding your back flush to him as he fucks into you all over again, “Fuck, baby, need you to cum.”
Your hand finds your clit, still buzzing from your previous orgasms, you use your middle finger to rub tight circles into the bundle of nerves as his hips pick up speed. He holds you steady as your moans grow in pitch, closer together, body bending at the hips as the pressure picks back up where it left off, getting too heavy too quick, at this angle his cock slides against the front of your walls, curving deliciously, adding pressure exactly where you need it.
He holds you tighter, head dipping down to your ear, breath hot against your skin, “Come on, baby, one more, need to feel you cum around my cock. Need to feel you clenching around me.”
Your breath is thin, tight, cramped in your chest as your orgasm approaches, “Fingers, Yun, please–”
You barely get the beg out before his other hand is wrapping around you, fingers hooking into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you’re gagging around them– the loss of breath, of the intrusion, the weight on your tongue, the taste of his salty skin, you convulse around him, orgasm washing over you in a heavy wave, his other arm holds onto you tight as your hips stutter, jerking, bending against him.
“Yes, my baby, fuck– so fuckin’ good, feels so good,” mindlessly babbling his praise, his hips fuck into you harder, faster as a nasty whine escapes him, “gonna fill this pussy up, yes, gonna cum inside.”
Your head falls limp against his shoulder while his hips snap against yours, riding out the end of your orgasm as his hips stutter, pushing into you as deep as he can until he empties himself inside you with a guttural moan, his teeth finding the shell of your ear, sinking into it as he fills you with warmth.
You hiss, then moan, letting your body ease into him, letting him hold your weight. He lets go of your chest, pulling out of you slowly, his voice soft as he says, “Careful.”
Two hands find the back of the couch again as you kneel into the cushion, carefully sinking into the plush, chest still heaving, eyes half open. You felt… Open, used, loved, spent.
Yunho’s at your side, sitting back on the couch, pulling him into you slowly, easing your head onto his chest, “You okay, baby?”
“Mhm,” you nod, eyes closing, grounding yourself in his skin, in his warmth. His hands dance over your skin, your arms, your back, your thigh, your calf bent up on his lap, each one analyzing, searching for a reaction, disguised by careful, loving touches.
In a quiet, soft voice, he says, “I’ll give you five, then we’ll go clean you up, okay?”
“Wanna sleep with you,” you mumble into his chest, “quick shower, kay?”
“Want you to drink water before bed,” he says into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “maybe eat something if you’re up for it, hm? It’s still early, baby.”
Your head lifts, looking up at him, soft brown staring down at you, skin still splotchy, flushed. His eyes, filled with so much warmth, so much love, it makes you smile, craning your neck upward to press your lips to his. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he smiles against your lips, giving you another, “I really do want you to eat, though.”
He gives you five minutes on the couch, kisses you lazily for three of them, then he’s scooping you up bridal style, bringing you up the stairs to the second floor, into your bedroom, into the bathroom where he places you on the toilet to pee while he heats up the shower. All innocent, you wash each other’s bodies, giggling while you wash your hair, letting your bodies soak under the hot water, your muscles relaxing.
In a robe, you’re sitting at the kitchen counter while he cooks you noodles, something quick and light to share, he forces three glasses of water in your system before he’s satisfied. Across the counter from each other, you’re silently eating, making eye contact after every few bites, the two of you erupting into giggles all over again.
After cleaning up, shutting the lights off, you pause at the base of the stairs, “Hold on, forgot something.”
Running to the living room, you pick up your books from the coffee table, meeting him back at the stairs with a smile, “So we can read before bed.”
“If you interrupt me again I will kill you,” you push a finger into his chest, stepping up onto the stairs, “We’re reading our books and then we’re going to bed.”
Synopsis: When Jungkook brings his friend Eunwoo over for a late-night drink, you hadn’t expected to be the evening’s entertainment. Clad in only a skimpy nightgown, your bratty refusal to follow orders earns you more attention than you bargained for. Under Jungkook’s firm hand, and with Eunwoo’s curious gaze, you’re pushed to the edge and back, your obedience tested, your limits blurred.
Pairing: Idol Jungkook x Reader x Idol Eunwoo
Word count: 5,118
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Little plot/lots of smut, explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance, voyeurism, light humiliation, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), use of honorifics
A/N: Hi beautiful people! ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ Thank you guys so much for 100 followers!! I am so overwhelmed with the abundance of love I am receiving and I am so appreciative that you all take time out of your day to read my fics🫶🏽! I have a very smutty gift for you all, lol. But I hope you guys enjoy it. I definitely had to go touch some grass after this lol.
Tonight is one of the rare occasions Jungkook hangs out with his friends. It doesn’t happen often, his schedule too demanding. But lately, things have lightened up, giving him some room to breathe.
He usually gets in late, so you know better than to wait up.
But for some reason, sleep doesn’t come easy tonight. So you curl up on the couch with Bam, the glow of the TV casting shifting light across the walls as you catch up on a Netflix series.
You’re halfway through an episode when you hear the jingle of keys and the soft thud of the door. Bam’s ears perk up as he bounds off the couch, knocking the remote over in his pursuit.
You stay put, blanket wrapped loosely around your body as you wait for Jungkook to appear.
He stumbles into the kitchen, laughing softly as Bam playfully circles his legs. He hasn’t noticed you yet, his voice low, movements loose from a drink or two. You smile to yourself, soaking in the rare, unguarded version of him.
But then another figure appears behind him.
Eunwoo.
Your eyes widen and you tug the blanket tighter around yourself, sitting up just as Bam comes trotting back in.
A moment later, Jungkook appears around the corner, tossing something into the sink as he speaks to Eunwoo behind him. He stops mid-step when he spots you.
“Baby, I told you not to wait up,” he says, lips quirking into a smirk.
“I know,” you murmur, voice quiet. “I just couldn’t sleep.”
He walks in slowly, looking more amused than surprised, while Eunwoo lingers in the kitchen—like he’s unsure if he should follow.
Your fingers tighten around the blanket as you shift. “Hey, Eunwoo. Nice to see you,” you say, trying to sound casual despite your current state of undress.
He bows slightly. “Nice to see you too, Y/N.”
Jungkook finally drops onto the couch behind you, pulling you gently into his chest with a familiarity that makes you feel a little less exposed.
“Man, you can come sit,” he calls out to Eunwoo. “You don’t have to stand there like a weirdo.”
He lowers his voice to your ear. “It’s cool if he stays, right? We weren’t expecting you to be up, so I suggested we continue our drinking at my place.”
You nod. “Sure. I can give you guys a little privacy.”
You shift, attempting to stand, but Jungkook’s arm tightens slightly.
“Nah, baby. You’re good right here. More the merrier, right Eunwoo?” His tone dips, teasing, and your stomach drops.
“Right,” Eunwoo replies with a smirk, glancing briefly at you before his eyes flick to the TV, his own face on screen. The episode must’ve kept playing after the remote fell.
“We can put something else on if you want,” you offer quickly, reaching for the remote, only for Jungkook to kick it across the floor with a sharp thud.
You look back at him, eyebrows raised.
He knows exactly what you have on. He saw it before he left. A skimpy nightgown that clings to your curves, leaving little to the imagination.
You hadn’t felt the need to change out of it. This is your home, after all. But you also weren’t expecting guests, otherwise you would’ve put on a bra. And underwear.
“I’m not getting that,” you say flatly, your voice laced with annoyance.
The humor drains from Jungkook’s face almost instantly. In its place: something darker. His posture shifts, still relaxed, but commanding. You know that look. His dominance slipping into the space between you like a charged current.
Your breath hitches.
Jungkook leans in slightly, his voice low and sharp. “No, Y/N. I think you are. Now.”
Before you can protest, he yanks the blanket off your lap in one swift motion, exposing the full length of your nightgown to your guest.
Heat rushes to your face, but you don’t move.
You hear the slight intake of breath from Eunwoo, now seated on the adjacent couch, watching this all play out.
Still, you hesitate.
“Crawl,” Jungkook demands, the word sending a shiver down your spine. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to.
You know what crawling means. What part of you will be exposed as soon as your knees hit the floor.
“Jungkook,” you whine lowly, peeking at Eunwoo. “Don’t make me do this.”
Your voice is small, shaky with something you can’t quite name, part embarrassment, part thrill. You clutch at what’s left of your dignity, fingers digging into the cushion beneath you.
But Jungkook just stares. Slow. Deliberate. His eyes glitter with control.
“You should’ve thought about that before you started acting like a brat,” he says coolly, the amusement in his voice gone. “Now be a good girl. Or I’ll make it worse.”
Your stomach flips at the warning.
From the side, you feel Eunwoo’s gaze lingering, steady and unrelenting. He hasn’t spoken again, hasn’t moved, but the awareness of him is enough to make your skin prickle.
Still, you hesitate for one breath longer.
Then your knees slide forward.
The first brush of the floor against your bare skin sends a shiver through your spine. You keep your eyes down, but you feel the shift in the room instantly. Your nightgown rides up just as you feared, baring the backs of your thighs. Your most vulnerable parts kissed by the cool air.
You hear the faintest curse under Eunwoo’s breath.
Shame licks up your chest. Arousal coils low in your belly.
And still, Jungkook says nothing.
Not until you reach the remote.
“Now bring it to me,” he says, voice calm and collected, like he hasn’t just unraveled you with a single command.
You grab the remote and turn, cheeks flushed, arm extended as you offer it back to Jungkook, eyes avoiding his completely.
He doesn’t take it right away.
Instead, he leans back, one arm draped casually along the back of the couch. His eyes trail over your body, slowly, unapologetically, lingering on the spot where the nightgown has risen.
You swallow hard, pulse racing in your throat. He finally reaches out, brushing his fingers against yours as he takes the remote. The small contact sends a shiver to your core.
He turns the TV off. The muted LED light becomes the only illumination in the room.
You stay there on your knees, feeling the weight of not just Jungkook’s gaze, but another. Steadier. Quieter.
Eunwoo.
He sits on the adjacent couch, manspread with a glass in his hand, watching your every move. A part of you burns under his attention. But another part of you… revels in it.
Jungkook lets the silence stretch.
Then, he hooks two fingers under your chin, tilting your face up to his. The touch is gentle, but there’s nothing soft in his expression.
“She had to be told twice,” he says, voice low, almost thoughtful. “You know how much I hate repeating myself.”
He doesn’t look at you when he says it. But at Eunwoo.
“What do you think?” he asks, tone casual. “Should I punish her?”
A slow sip from the glass. Ice clinks. A pause.
“She was a little mouthy,” Eunwoo replies, voice calm but edged now with something darker. “I’d say she needs reminding.”
Jungkook hums, satisfied.
“Thought so,” he says, his thumb brushing lazily over your bottom lip like he’s testing how much more you’ll take. “I think she forgot who she belongs to for a second.”
You can’t speak. Your breath catches in your throat, your body warm all over.
And the worst part?
They’re talking about you like you’re not even there.
Like you’re already theirs to decide over.
The room feels heavier now, the dim LED glow throwing soft shadows across their faces. Bam has long since retreated to another room. The only sound is the faint clink of ice as Eunwoo swirls the liquor in his glass.
Jungkook shifts on the couch, one hand dragging lazily down your neck to the exposed dip of your collarbone.
“You like being watched, don’t you?” he murmurs, more a statement than a question.
You open your mouth, but no sound comes.
Jungkook leans in, voice a whisper meant only for you. “Say it.”
Your throat tightens. The words catch somewhere between embarrassment and arousal, but they’re there.
“Yes,” you breathe. Barely audible. Barely brave.
Your response is met with a sharp, sudden slap to your cheek. Not hard enough to harm, but enough to sting. Enough to make your eyes water instantly.
Heat blooms beneath your skin. Arousal stirs in your stomach like a low flame catching wind. Shame curls in your chest, quickly eclipsed by the wetness pooling between your thighs.
Jungkook’s voice slices through the silence, low, controlled, and unmistakably commanding.
“Yes what?”
Your gaze snaps up to meet his, lips parting before the answer even fully forms.
“Yes, sir,” you whisper, breath hitching, your tone full of submission, and something deeper.
Need.
He nods in approval.
“Good,” he murmurs, his thumb pressing firmly against your lips until they part. He slips it inside, resting it on your tongue.
You obey without thinking, lips sealing around the digit, your cheeks hollowing as you suck. Slow, deliberate.
His eyes darken.
“That’s it,” Jungkook hums, watching you.
His other hand strokes lazily through your coarse fro, tightening just enough to ache at the scalp.
He leans in, voice low. “Let’s show Eunwoo how well you use this mouth, hmm? I’m sure he’s been dying to see.”
Your breath catches.
Jungkook shifts in his seat, legs spreading slightly as he guides you forward with a gentle but firm tug of your hair. Your knees slide between his thighs, slow and trembling, until you’re eye level with the thick outline pressing against his jeans.
You’re certain there’s a puddle beneath you now. Your thighs already slick, sticky from how turned on you are. The room feels hotter, as you shift your weight, trying to breathe through it.
With shaking hands, you reach for his belt. The sound of the buckle coming undone echoing loud in the quiet room, and you feel every heartbeat between your ears.
Stage fright tugs at your chest, the weight of two sets of eyes on you pressing down like a heavy hand.
But more than anything, you want to do good. For Jungkook.
Your fingers work quickly, tugging the waistband of his boxers down just enough.
A small, involuntary gasp slips past your lips as his cock springs free. Thick, flushed, and already half-hard. No matter how many times you’ve seen it, it always steals your breath. Always makes your throat tighten in both anticipation and awe.
A shudder runs through you.
You glance up.
Jungkook watches you with heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted slightly like he’s already imagining how you’ll take him. One hand remains tangled in your hair, possessive. Guiding.
But it’s Eunwoo you feel, too.
Still silently watching.
Eunwoo’s hand flexes around his glass, knuckles pale. Eyes dragging slowly from Jungkook’s cock down to your lips, and you swear his jaw ticks.
Heat floods your cheeks, and your core pulses.
Jungkook tilts your chin again, commanding your attention back to him.
“Eyes on me,” he murmurs. “Make it pretty.”
You inhale through your nose and lean forward, lips brushing against his tip, warm and heavy against your mouth. You press a soft kiss there first, reverent. Then your tongue flicks out, kittenish and slow, tasting him, lips wrapping around the crown in a motion that’s more worship than act.
Jungkook’s jaw flexes.
“Good girl,” he breathes, the praise curling low in your stomach.
You take him deeper, inch by inch, one hand wrapping around the base, the other steadying yourself on his thigh. Your mouth works gently, tongue sliding along the underside as he groans, deep and approving.
But it’s not long before his patience thins.
His hand tightens in your hair, not hard, but firm, guiding you off of him slowly before pulling you right back down, just a little deeper than you dared on your own.
Your throat clenches around him and you fight back a gag.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, eyes never leaving yours. “Let me use that pretty mouth. You wanted to be good, didn’t you?”
You nod around him, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. The stretch burns, but so does the need. The arousal between your thighs now unbearable.
Jungkook finds a rhythm, hips rolling slowly, steadily. His hand keeps you in place, fingers fisted in your hair, dragging you forward again and again until your lips are wet, your cheeks hollowed, and your jaw aching in that addictive, perfect way.
The wet suction of your mouth around him, and the soft, broken groans Jungkook lets slip when your tongue swirls just right fill up the room.
You lose yourself in it, lips stretched, jaw burning, the warmth of his cock filling your mouth and your senses. Every little noise he makes feeds your hunger to keep going, to do better.
You’re so focused on pleasing him, so wrapped up in his rhythm and praise, that you almost forget.
You’re not alone.
The sudden heat of a palm sliding over your ass makes you jolt.
You flinch instinctively, trying to lift your head, but Jungkook’s hand presses firmly on the back of your skull, holding you in place.
Then—
Smack.
The slap stings sharp and sudden, echoing through the room, ass heating from the touch.
You moan around him, more shocked than hurt, hole tightening instinctively around nothing.
Jungkook sighs at the feeling. “Fuck.”
“Stay still, pretty,” he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure. “Eunwoo just wants a taste.”
Your body tenses.
You can feel Eunwoo shift behind you, the air moving with him, closer and lower. A second later, a warm breath fans over your core, and you jolt forward, but Jungkook doesn’t let you go.
A broad hand spreads across your lower back. Steady. Possessive.
Followed by a slow, deliberate lick up your center.
Your moan is immediate, muffled around the thick length still resting on your tongue. The sensation is overwhelming. Your thighs twitching as your fingers dig into Jungkook’s jeans, knees threatening to give out.
Eunwoo does it again. Slower. Flatter. A lazy stripe that has your spine arching and your hips rolling back into him without permission.
Another slap, harsher this time. It burns hot across your skin, sure to leave a mark.
“Stay still, Eunwoo mumbles against your flesh.
You cry out around Jungkook’s cock, the noise muffled.
You try, God, you try, but your body is vibrating, torn between the ache in your throat, the wet heat between your legs, and the sharp sting of his palm still seared into your skin.
“You hear that?” Jungkook says from above, his voice calm, amused. “You’re making him work harder than he should.”
You whimper, tears blurring your vision.
“You gonna behave?” he asks.
You nod desperately, body trembling.
“Use your words, baby.”
You pull back just enough to speak, voice hoarse and soaked in heat.
“Yes, sir,” you whisper.
Another deep hum from Eunwoo. A teasing lick against your folds. “She’s learning,” he says, almost to himself.
Jungkook exhales a slow breath. “Good,” he says. “Then she’s ready.”
In one swift motion, he lifts you off his cock, hand still firm in your hair as you gasp, spit and pre-cum dripping down your chin, glistening in the low light. Your chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath, the room spinning slightly with heat and humiliation.
“Up,” he murmurs.
You obey immediately, legs shaky as you rise to your feet.
He doesn’t give you time to adjust before he’s guiding you again, hands on your waist, spinning you to face Eunwoo.
Jungkook pulls you into his lap with practiced ease, your back pressed to his chest, your legs falling naturally over his spread thighs.
“Spread your legs,” he hums in your ear, breath warm against your neck. “Let Eunwoo see how pretty that pussy is.”
Your core clenches at his words.
Still breathless, you let your knees fall open slowly, painfully aware of how soaked you are, of how your arousal glistens between your thighs
Jungkook’s hands slide down to your inner thighs, thumbs gently pulling you open wider, until there’s no room left for modesty. No hiding.
Only display.
“She’s fucking soaked,” Eunwoo mutters from between your legs. “Messy little thing, aren’t you?”
The sound of his voice that close, dripped in hunger, sends a jolt straight through your spine. You twitch in Jungkook’s lap, breath catching in your throat as your thighs try to close on instinct.
But Jungkook doesn’t let you.
His hands tighten around your legs, keeping them open, keeping you exposed.
“Nuh-uh,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “You wanted to be a brat earlier, remember? This is what happens.”
Eunwoo leans in closer, breath fanning across your inner thighs, nose nearly brushing your center.
Jungkook’s fingers trail down your chest, toying with the hem of your nightgown, dragging it higher.
“She can take it,” he says, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “She doesn’t have much of a choice.”
Eunwoo doesn’t wait a second longer.
He dives back in, this time far less polite, tongue firm, confident, moving with purpose. The first stroke has your head rolling back against Jungkook’s shoulder, your mouth dropping open in a silent cry.
Your legs try to close again. Too much, it’s too much. But Jungkook holds them apart, pulling them against your chest to give Eunwoo better access.
“Take it,” he murmurs, voice all silk and command. “Let him taste all of it.”
Eunwoo moans into you, tongue lapping deep, mouth a filthy mess. Each swipe firmer, more deliberate.
Your breath catches on a sob, hips stuttering against Jungkook’s grip. You’re trembling, thighs shaking in his hands, the pressure between your legs coiling tight and dangerous.
“Shit,” you whisper, voice barely there.
But Jungkook hears it.
He chuckles, dark and low in your ear. “Already?”
You nod, eyes clenched shut, your whole body drawn taut like a wire pulled to its limit.
“Eunwoo,” Jungkook says, voice smooth but clipped now, “Slow down. She’s not allowed to cum yet.”
You can’t move, not with your legs pinned to your chest, not with Jungkook’s arm locking you in place like you belong there.
Eunwoo groans against you, but obeys, his movements softening, tongue flattening, pulling back into something maddeningly slow and shallow.
It doesn’t stop the build. If anything, it makes it worse.
You squirm in Jungkook’s hold, whimpering, your hands flying to grip his thighs as your high teeters just out of reach.
“Please,” you breathe, barely coherent. “Please, sir please—”
Jungkook tilts your face toward him, lips brushing your temple.
“Not yet, baby,” he murmurs. “Not until I say.”
You whimper, desperate, frantic, as Eunwoo’s mouth moves with cruel precision.
Every lick is slower. Every flick of his tongue more deliberate. But then his lips close around your clit, and suck.
Just right.
Your whole body jerks in Jungkook’s lap, a broken cry tearing from your throat before you can stop it.
“No—fuck! Please!”
He doesn’t stop. His mouth locks there, tongue swirling in sync with every tug of suction, and your vision goes white at the edges. Nails digging into Jungkook’s thighs as your hips rut forward, chasing it, needing it.
And all the while, Jungkook holds you steady.
“You wanna cum that bad?” he breathes against your jaw. “After being a brat?”
You nod frantically, tears prickling behind your eyes.
“I can’t—I—please, sir.”
A beat of silence. Then.
“Cum.”
The second the word leaves his mouth, your body shatters.
Your orgasm hits hard. Unforgiving, hot and fast and violent as it rips through you. Your thighs clamp instinctively around Eunwoo’s head, but Jungkook forces them open, making you take it, making you feel all of it.
You sob his name, both of their names, as your hips tremble and your breath breaks.
Eunwoo doesn’t stop until you’re fully undone, until the overstimulation starts to blur into pain, and even then it takes Jungkook’s voice to end it.
“That’s enough.”
Eunwoo pulls back, chin glistening, chest rising with his own heavy breaths.
Jungkook presses a soft kiss to the side of your temple, his voice lower now. “Good girl.”
He pushes you off of him without a word, and you flop onto the couch, boneless and trembling.
Your hit the cushions with a soft thud, thighs still twitching, chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. The room spins a little, your pulse thudding in your ears, every nerve in your body humming with aftershock.
The cool air kisses your soaked skin, reminding you of how messy and exposed you are.
You try to pull your nightgown down to cover yourself, but Jungkook catches your wrist mid-movement.
“Uh-uh,” he says, firm but quiet. “We’re not done.”
He maneuvers you onto your hands and knees, body weak as you struggle to hold yourself up. “Please sir, I need a minute,” you beg. But it falls on death ears.
He’s already lining himself up against your pussy, running his head through your messy folds before sinking in. To the hilt.
You yelp at how full you are with no prep, the burn causing your eyes to water as your arms buckle beneath you.
“Eunwoo, how about you test out her mouth,” Jungkook grits out as he fucks you slowly. Dragging his dick all the way out, just fill you to the brim all over again.
“She’s already warmed up,” Jungkook murmurs. “Might as well put her to use.”
You don’t protest. You can’t. Your limbs feel heavy, your mind swimming in submission, and the lingering throb of overstimulation.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Eunwoo says as he stands, walking over to the edge of the couch.
He lifts your chin, forcing you make eye contact with him as he brushes a curl from your face. You were sure your twist-out would be no good by the end of the night.
You watch as he unzips his jeans, releasing his monstrous dick. It was no longer than Jungkook’s, but boy was it girthy.
A sharp thrust from behind sends you gasping for air and Eunwoo takes the opportunity to slip between your lips.
“Fuck,” he moans out causing Jungkook to chuckle, palming the globes of your ass as he drives into you.
“I told you,” Jungkook pants out, “her mouth is unreal.
Eunwoo’s heavy on your tongue, and a little salty from precum, but you don’t mind. Though you struggle to keep up with them both. As one pulls out the other thrusts deeper, you caught in the middle, like a spit roast.
You try to engage, bobbing your head on Eunwoo’s cock, bouncing your ass back to meet Jungkook’s thrusts, but it’s no use. You were no match for these two.
Eunwoo works you until jaw hurts and you muster up the courage to pinch his thigh, signaling him to stop. He pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop and you gasp for breath, coughing slightly.
“You ok baby,” Jungkook asks. Concern in his voice, though he doesn’t slow up, hip pounding into your ass.
You could feel your second orgasm steadily approaching, and you were sure he could too by how hard your walls were contracting around him.
“Fuck,” he sighs out breathless as he slaps your ass, obsessed with the jiggle in response. “Does my princess want to cum?” He asks, earning a shudder from you in response.
He grips you by the hair, arching your back as the head of his dick stabs you right on that special spot, making you see stars.
He tightens his hold in your hair, causing you to wince. “Answer me,” he growls in your ear.
You stare straight ahead at Eunwoo, who’s currently fisting his cock as he watches, the tip an angry purple.
“Yes sir, please let-,” your voice sounds pathetic but you don’t give a fuck. “Let me cum please. I can’t take it,”
He laughs releasing you as he pulls out. You flop back into the couch, well spent.
“I can’t let you come again before our guest Y/N. That’s bad hospitality. Now spin around and present that pretty pussy for Eunwoo. I’m sure he’s been dying to get inside.” Jungkook commands, nudging you.
It takes a minute, but you comply on shaky legs, giving Eunwoo clear access to your soaked pussy.
“So pretty,” he whispers, rubbing a finger through your folds, before sinking in slowly.
You glance over your shoulder and watch as he pulls his digit out of you, popping the finger in his mouth and sucking.
You hang your head, surprised. Who the fuck knew Eunwoo was this freaky.
Too caught off guard by his act, you aren’t prepared for when he sinks in, dick pulsating inside of you.
It doesn’t burn as much anymore, but the stretch was still there.
“Do what you want, but don’t cum inside,” Jungkook warns Eunwoo, watching from his end of the couch.
Eunwoo huffs out a laugh, hips slamming against your ass, jostling you into Jungkook.
“You’re doing so good princess,” Jungkook says as he pats your face. “You’re taking Eunwoo so well.”
He smooths the sweaty curls out of your face as you whine. Eunwoo’s dick had a sick curve to it, and it was hitting you just right, you wouldn’t last much longer.
“I need to cum,” you choke out, orgasm approaching stronger than the first. Eunwoo’s thrust were growing irregular behind you, off-beat signaling he wasn’t too far behind.
“Oh you need to huh?” Jungkook asks, teasing. “Too bad.”
You groan resting your head on your forearms as you take it, fighting the urge for as long as humanly possible.
“Please sir, I can’t hold it,” you cry, begging for mercy. You stare at him with a tear streaked face, completely ruined.
“I don’t know baby, I think you can wait a little longer,” Jungkook trails off, chuckling as you yelp when Eunwoo leans forward, fingers circling your clit.
“Fuck! She’s squeezing me so tight,” Eunwoo gasps out, hips stuttering.
He plows into you once more before pulling out, seed spilling all over you ass. You feel it trickle down your thighs, Eunwoo rubbing it into your skin.
Jungkook slouches down in front of you, stroking his cock. He still hasn’t cum yet either. Fuck.
“Come ride me, Y/N,” he says, voice dripping with arousal.
“I can’t,” you whine out, “I can’t feel my legs,” you were struggling to hold yourself up, completely spent.
“Are you telling me no, Y/N?” He asks voice deep, lacking any humor. Goosebumps pierce your skin.
“Of course not, Sir,” you hurry out, mustering up the energy to move towards him.
Eunwoo had slouched down into the couch, watching hungrily as he comes down from his orgasm
Jungkook helps you out, hoisting you up by the arms as you struggle to line yourself up his cock.
When you sink down on it, the both of you hiss, your legs giving out forcing you to engulf the whole length.
You wrap your arms around his neck and he latches onto your waist, lifting you up and slamming you right back down.
The pace is slow, Jungkook enjoying the fucked out look on your face. You were so beautiful to him. So ethereal like this, coming undone on his cock.
“You did so good today, baby,” he praises as he quickens his thrust. “You took the both of us so well, I think you deserve an award.”
The praise goes straight to your core, your orgasm circling back. “Please sir…” you trail off unable to complete the sentence. You need this release.
He kisses your temple, then your nose and cheek, before finally your lips, before finally saying the words you’ve been dying to hear. “Cum for me Y/N.”
And you do.
Your orgasm rushes over you so intense that you shout out as your vision blurs. You clinch like a vice around Jungkook, sending him over the edge as he paints your walls.
“Fuck Baby,” he groans against you, fucking you through it, making it all the more intense.
You slump against him, mind soft and distant, like someone turned the volume down on the world. Your body melts into his, boneless and quiet, your skin humming with the aftershocks of release. Thoughts barely forms, just sensation: his warmth at your front, the steady thump of his heart, the low rumble of his voice somewhere far away.
You don’t speak. You can’t.
You only breathe, slow and shallow, as the room sways gently around you, everything hazy and far away. A gentle fog wraps around your thoughts
It takes you a minute to come back around, a lot longer than you realize. When awareness finally starts to return, you’re no longer on the couch, no longer bare and trembling under their gaze.
You’re warm.
Clean.
Wrapped in blankets and the steady rhythm of Jungkook’s heartbeat beneath your cheek.
His chest rises and falls beneath you, one hand stroking lazy, comforting circles into your back. The scent of him is all around you.
“It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs against your hair, kissing your head softly. “I’m here. You were so good for us, princess.”
Your throat is dry when you whisper, “Where’s Eunwoo?”
Jungkook smiles against your temple, voice still low, still gentle. “He left a little while ago. He wanted me to let you know that he enjoyed tonight.”
Heat blooms across your cheeks, slow and deep.
You bury your face further into Jungkook’s chest, heart fluttering at the thought. You’ll never be able to see Eunwoo the same after this.
Jungkook chuckles softly. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he murmurs, voice rich with warmth. “You were everything I knew you’d be,” he adds, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And more.”
You smile against his skin, body still heavy but finally at peace.
The two of you drift off to sleep after that—tangled in sheets, in each other, and in the quiet aftermath of something you both know neither of you will forget.
A/N: I definitely need to go touch some grass after this, lol! But thank you guys so much for 100 followers!! As I post this I’m already at 199, which is so crazy because I literally just hit 100 a few days ago😭! I appreciate you guys so much and I’m so happy you take time out of your day to read my fics!! 💕💕🫶🏽😚
Summary: At a palace ball with your new fiancée you run into Yunho who hasn't accepted that you have moved on, could he be right?
Warnings: MDNI, explicit content 18+ only, kind of non-con (he is pushy but reader doesn't really fight that hard), edging, a bit of bondage, dom/possessive Yunho
This is complete fiction and doesn't represent the real people etc.
A/N: This is in honour of the first line of any Ateez song that I ever heard, I don't think I'll need to explain which one.
Also an entirely self-serving cameo from one of my favourite biases outside of Ateez who Yeosang used as an example during their argument about Atiny going to watch other idols.
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The night was warm and the air smelled of jasmine and the sea. The palace was bustling with party goers as you leaned against a wall, hoping against hope that he wasn’t going to show up. You were happy now, life was uncomplicated and you liked it this way. Yunho turning up and being his usual difficult self would not go well for either you or Eunwoo.
‘Why are you hiding out here, beautiful?’ Eunwoo whispered in your ear, making you jump a little. You turn and instantly feel all the stress drain out of you, his eyes twinkling as he smiles at you, pleased that he has caught you off guard, glad he still makes your pulse quicken.
He looks beautiful tonight in black and gold, the buttons on his jacket gleaming in the moonlight.
‘Shall we dance?’ He asks, holding a white gloved hand out, which you gratefully take, and you walk together through the grand glass doors into the ball room.
You take in the skirts twirling, the sound of feet moving to the tempo of the band to the side. The room is glowing in candlelight and you and Eunwoo move together like you are two halves of the same being, whispering to each other, in your own world.
He turns you and as you move, mid-spin, you see Yunho, towering over the women gathered around him, staring directly at you. Shit. When did he arrive? How long has he been watching you? It doesn’t matter you tell yourself as you turn back to the man you’re with, the man you’re going to marry. His eyes crinkle as he smiles at you and you breathe out a sigh of relief.
But you can feel Yunho’s dark gaze upon you, and worse, the glares of the women trying to catch his attention. He isn’t subtle - his size and the weight of his eyes on you visible to everyone in the room. You feel your breath catching in your throat and you need to be away from him, away from that stare.
‘I’ll be right back,’ you say, silently pleading that Eunwoo hasn’t yet noticed the dark presence. His brow creases but he lets you go.
You don’t run but, picking your skirts up, you move as fast as possible away from the crowds, down through the palace corridors until you find a quiet spot beside the staircase. God you wish you could loosen the ribbons of your corset, the boning making it hard to catch your panicked breath. Your head jerks up when you hear him.
‘It was nice of you to find somewhere we wouldn’t be disturbed,’ Yunho says, stepping out from a dark corner. The smile on his mouth doesn’t reach his eyes.
‘I don’t have anything to say to you,’ you say. It comes out weak and quiet and all you want is for someone to come down the stairs, round the corner, anything.
His long legs mean just 3 paces and he’s right in front of you so you have to look up if you want to look him in the eyes. You want to, stare him down and tell him you’re happy now. But as you turn your face up all the words get frozen in your throat.
‘Why are you still pretending you want to be with him and not me, lover?’ His hand comes up and strokes your bare arm and you pull back but end up against the wall.
‘I am not your lover Yunho,’ you say. You look anywhere but at him, ready to bolt except now his arms are coming up and resting on the walls either side of you, his imposing frame leaning down so his face is level with yours.
‘Are you sure about that? Are you sure you don’t picture me when he’s inside you, lover?’ he whispers. His eyes are blazing now and you swallow down the rising bile in your throat.
‘I… I wasn’t even thinking about you when you were inside me,’ you spit back at him. He squints his eyes at you and his jaw ticks, anger visible in his jaw in the way that you know means you’ve caught him off guard.
His hands are still either side of you and although you don’t want to touch him you press your palm to the dark velvet of his jacket to try and push him away but he remains immoveable.
‘Please, Eunwoo will be waiting for me.’
‘Do not. Say. His. Name.’ He moves forward, pressing closer into you and drawing up to his full height.
His hand slides down the wall and onto your hip, grabbing you and pulling you flush against him.
‘Lover’ he says with a forced smile, ‘the only man’s name I ever want to hear come out of those lips is mine while I’m taking you apart.’ With that he crashes his lips into yours.
You beat your fists against him but he traps them in one large hand as the other holds you against him. His lips press to yours and you feel your own betray you even as you feel tears come to your eyes.
He pulls back, a look of victory in his eyes.
‘See, your body knows what your heart keeps fighting. You are mine.’
He reaches out and long fingers caress your jaw and wipe your tears away.
‘I would choose him over you every day,’ you say, but you sound less certain. He just smiles and your feet follow as he takes your hand and leads you up the stairs.
When you reach the room he is staying in you realise the mistake you’re making and try to pull your hand out of his grasp but he catches your wrist - no words needed. Gripping tight he pulls you towards him and through the door.
As he slams the door shut behind you his hand comes up and grips your throat. It isn’t tight but enough to give you goosebumps, he feels you swallow hard under his fingers. He leans in and kisses you again.
‘Don’t forget, I know every part of you,’ he says between kisses. ‘I know your darkest desires, I know what makes you scream, I know what makes you quiver.’ He turns you and your hands land on the door as he makes quick work of loosening your corset. He reaches round and, while sliding his hands down your chest, he pulls the corset open and lets it fall to the floor.
You take the first deep breath you’ve been able to take for what feels like hours. The relief is short-lived though when you feel Yunho’s lips on your neck and the ribbon of your undershirt being unknotted.
‘You always knew how to be a good girl for me, didn’t you?’ he whispers in your ear causing you to shiver with equal parts lust and guilt.
His lips trace your spine and his hands undo the skirts that envelop you. Just as they’re about to fall you grab them and spin to see him on his knees.
‘No, I can’t do this, you have to stop Yunho. Please, I can’t do this to Eunwoo.’
‘Stop saying his name. You don’t belong to him, you belong only to me,’ he shouts this time. You shrink back against the door, accidentally letting go of your skirts. They drop down to the floor and Yunho looks up at you, his eyes taking in the sight of your bare top half and the silk shorts the only thing on your bottom half.
His eyes glow as he presses forward, his head resting on your stomach, hands trailing up your sides. He pulls at your shorts and you let out a whimper as you feel the soft silk float away from you. Silently he looks up at you and for the first time tonight you are reminded of how he worships you, your body.
He lifts your legs so you step out of your underwear and then, eyes still looking up at you, he rests your leg on his shoulder. He closes his eyes and rests his cheek on your thigh, his hand sliding up and just gently pressing against you.
‘I knew you would be wet for me, lover,’ he says, his voice husky as his fingers slowly scissor your folds apart.
His tongue darts out and licks you from top to bottom and you gasp at the sensation - both strange and yet still familiar after all this time. He traces patterns over your clit and you lean forward into it, making him moan into you. The door is cold on your back and your skirts are still on the floor around you both but the only sensation that matters is his mouth on you, growing hungrier by the minute.
He moves his mouth down and starts to fuck you with his tongue, his nose bumping you in just the right spot. You reach your hands down and put your fingers in his hair holding him to you and you feel the smirk in his lips.
As you start to grind your hips into him, your breath coming shallower the closer you get, he pushes one then two fingers inside of you and pumps them in and out as he focuses on flicking his tongue on your clit again.
‘Right there, don’t stop, please,’ you cry. Just as you feel the tightness in your stomach and your cries are starting to merge into one, he stops.
‘Lover, you didn’t think I would reward you so soon after everything you’ve put me through?’ His smile is mocking and you gape down at him, shock in every fibre of your being.
He stands up, his lips still covered with your slick and he kisses you hard, forcing his tongue into your mouth. He grabs your hips and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around him and carrying you to the bed.
Half of your brain is screaming ‘get your clothes and leave, what are you doing?’ while the other half tightens your thighs on him and wraps your arms around his neck.
The bed is big, a four poster bed with curtains around it and pillows piled up by the headboard. He practically throws you on it and you bounce back, unnerved by both his roughness and realising he is still fully dressed.
Yunho reaches over to the curtain tie and rips it down, grabbing your wrists and tying them together. He pushes you flat, pulls your arms above your head and ties it to the post of the bed. The restraints are tight and the position of your arms pushes your breasts up so he can see how quickly you’re breathing from the movement of your chest.
Your choices are flashing before your eyes now, how have you ended up here, again.
Yunho is undressing, slipping off his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his wide shoulders. You can’t help but look at him, his broad chest on display as he looks down at you, his hand resting on the buttons of his trousers.
‘Do you think Prince Charming downstairs can ever make you feel like I do?’ Yunho asks as he walks back towards the bed. He undoes his top buttons but doesn’t remove his bottoms. He pushes your thighs apart and presses himself down on you, the bulge in his trousers pushing through the material into your core.
His weight bearing down on you he starts to kiss and lick at your neck, your collarbone, your chest. Your hips move involuntarily, grinding into his hardness, begging for friction.
‘I love him,’ you say, your body contradicting your words and Yunho knows it.
He bites down on your collarbone, hard enough to make you cry out and he licks it to soothe it.
‘No, you don’t,’ he says, looking you in the eyes. His expression is steel and you don’t know how to argue anymore.
‘Try saying that again while I ruin you over and over again until dawn.’
He stands up to take off his trousers and you can’t help the moan that comes out of you when he’s fully naked, strong and lean - precum already beading on the head of his cock.
He’s back on top of you and this time you can’t help it - you kiss him, your neck craning off the bed and your arms pulling the tie above you, wishing for the freedom to run your hands over his soft skin. Maybe this is what you needed, one last time to get him out of your system, one final goodbye.
He kisses you back with hunger and his hands are running up and down you, grasping at every part of you.
One hand reaches for your breast and after just a few gentle flicks he pinches it hard making you gasp and clench around nothing.
‘Tell me you want only me,’ Yunho says, his forehead pressed against yours.
‘No,’ you reply, still defiant.
‘Have it your way, you’ll admit it tonight one way or another.’
He reaches down and pushes his fingers in you roughly. His fingers are long and he always knew how to curl them so they hit you in the sweet spot immediately. His thumb comes up and rubs on your clit. After being edged once it doesn’t take long for you to be on the precipice again.
When you’re clenching on his fingers but before you’re pushed over the edge he pulls them out and thrusts inside you before you have time to process what is happening. He isn’t gentle and he bottoms out immediately. He at least waits a moment for you to adjust to him once he’s inside of you and your breathy pants from just having him resting inside of you makes his lips curl up in a smile.
‘What were you saying about not being my lover? It seems your body knows exactly what it needs,’ he says as he slowly pulls almost all the way out before pressing back in. In comparison to how he was when he entered you he moves slowly - the drag of his cock meaning you can feel every ridge, every vein. He pushes your thighs up higher and he’s hitting so deep you can feel it in your stomach.
‘I’m going to cum, I can’t…’ you cry out.
‘Can’t what?’ He grunts as his thrusts get harder but he keeps the slow, tortuous pace. ‘Can’t last when you know my cock was made for you? Can’t handle it when you’ve not had your pussy pounded the way you need it? Tell me you’re mine and I’ll let you cum.’
Tears spring to your eyes again. You do need him. You need this. Your body needs him.
‘Look at me,’ Yunho says, gripping your jaw.
‘Yes,’ you reply, barely able to keep your eyes open at the relentless feeling of his head hitting your cervix.
‘Tell me. Tell me who you belong to?’ His other hand snakes between you, pressing down between your legs, not quite touching enough to push you over the edge. ‘Say my name, tell me you’re mine.’
He starts to move his fingers and you nearly choke as the previous interrupted orgasms threaten to rip out of you.
‘You, Yunho, only you,’ you babble as he presses harder and the feeling of your orgasm crashes over you. He doesn’t let up and as you start to come down from the high you try to wriggle away from the overstimulation.
‘Lover, I think it’s best that I decide what you need from here on.’ He pulls his hand away but his pace starts to increase and you can’t help the cries that are coming out of you as he leans back and fucks you mercilessly. His hands are bruising as he pulls your hips up off the bed.
It’s overwhelming and when he presses his thumb down on you it immediately winds you up again. His hips stuttering and his pace becoming sloppy as he pulls another orgasm out of you. As your walls clench, and you scream his name, he cums hard, filling you up and grinding it into you.
Before he collapses down on you he reaches up and releases your restraints. The blood rushes into your arms as you bring them down from above your head and rest them on Yunho’s back, finally able to feel him.
He looks up at you, eyes wide and vulnerable for the first time that night.
Summary: when you and San can't keep your hands off each other one night, you weren't expecting to get caught by Hongjoong
Warnings: MDNI, explicit content 18+ only
This is complete fiction and doesn't represent the real people etc.
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It was late with just the two of you in the practice studio while San filmed a short dance to upload on social media. Of course you had both checked that the camera couldn’t see you hidden away in the corner and he had to restart twice because he couldn’t help looking at you.
‘I think that one was good, can you check?’ he asked.
‘I already know it’s going to drive Atiny wild, but I’ll use my expert eye for you.’ You grabbed the phone and watched. He looked at you with nerves and expectation on his face.
‘It’s alright,’ you teased. ‘I might need a closer look at some of those moves though.’
‘Oh really,’ he said with a smirk, taking the phone out of your hand and gently crowding you against the mirror.
‘Hmmm, I think you need to practice the move with your hips a bit more,’ you said looking up into his darkening eyes. He pressed into you and leaned into your neck, breath catching on your ear as he whispered.
‘I think we both know I don’t need any improvement there,’ he said.
He abruptly pulled back and left you with the cold glass against your back but his smile told you this wasn’t over. Without a word he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him.
‘Where…’ you began.
He turned back and put his finger to his lips.
The building was empty at this time of night and you turned a corner towards the studio rooms. He pulled you through a door, and another, until you were in the sound booth.
‘Now I can make you scream my name and no one will hear.’
He pressed into you again, all teasing gone. His lips collided with yours and he grabbed your hips and started controlling your movements until your back hit the wall. His tongue stroking yours with need.
Never taking his mouth from yours his hands started to move up from your hips until they rested gently on the side of your breasts. He leaned back and pulled your top down enough that your breasts spilled out of the top and he bent his head to lick alongside the black lace of your bra.
He kissed along your collar bone as his hands rubbed over your hardening nipples and then roughly pulled the bra down.
‘Please Sannie, I want to feel you,’ you whispered into his hair as his tongue mapped your chest. He stood straight and pulled his white tshirt over his head. He pressed his forehead against yours as you ran your hands down his strong back. Near his waist you dug your nails in and he whimpered and ground his hips into yours.
San pulled at your underwear and you stepped out of it, your skirt bunching up around your hips as he ran his fingers along your thighs. You pushed forward trying to get him to touch you where you wanted and a small laugh came out of him just as the studio light came on behind him.
You both froze, San’s eyes wide at the change. You looked over his shoulder through the glass at the man sat behind the desk, watching. Time slowed and San cursed as he turned his head and saw Hongjoong sitting there.
You went to pull your top up and Hongjoong leaned forward to the mic and, pressing the intercom button, said one word.
‘Don’t.’
San spun around, eyes wide with shock.
‘Hyung?’ he started.
Hongjoong pressed the intercom again.
‘Show me how much she likes feeling your hands on her cunt.’ He let go of the button, leaned back and rested his hand on his lap where a bulge was already starting to show.
San turned back and looked at you, his eyes confused but you could tell he was not against the idea.You looked at him and then Hongjoong. Your eyes not leaving his, you nodded once.
Your hands ran down your skirt and gripped the hem, slowly bringing it up for the two men to see. San paused for a moment then glanced over his shoulder.
‘Show me,’ Hongjoong repeated through the speakers.
San looked you in the eyes and waited, you nodded again. Silently his hand came down between your legs, feeling how wet you were. His eyes fluttered closed as he slid his finger along your folds and slowed pressed in, finding your clit and rubbing slowly with just enough pressure to make your toes curl.
You gasped and your eyes shot up to Hongjoong’s face, watching you intently, something you had never had during such an intimate moment before. As your eyelids fluttered the first instruction came.
‘Put your fingers inside her, I want her to come at least once before she gets your cock.’
San stopped for half a second then slid his middle and ring fingers gently into you, your head falling to his neck as he waited for you to adjust. His skin smelled deeply like him mixed with sweat from the rehearsal earlier. You couldn’t help but flutter your lips against his bare skin as he started to pump his fingers in and out, his thumb catching your bud.
As your moans grew louder and you could hear the sound of your slick you looked up again at Hongjoong.
‘That’s it jagiya, keep your eyes on me.’
San leaned down and bit your neck as he hit that spot inside you perfectly with his fingers and you felt yourself shudder as your orgasm came over you.
‘San,’ you cried out while your eyes never left Hongjoongs.
The waves of your orgasm started to fade away and you grabbed San and kissed him, your tongues crashing into each other as you both got carried away by the new sensation of being watched together.
Your hands moved down to San’s grey sweat pants and pushed them down far enough for his hard cock to spring up onto his abdomen.
‘Pick her up,’ the voice through the intercom commanded.
San grabbed your ass and easily lifted you as you wrapped your legs around his hips. He pressed your back against the wall and you could feel his erection against you.
Your weight supported against the wall, you put your hands on San’s shoulders and looked at Hongjoong, waiting for him to tell you both what he wanted. He had undone his trousers and you could see him stroking himself slowly.
Getting impatient, San's head started to turn but Hongjoong pressed the intercom button and spoke.
‘Do you think she’s ready for you, Sannie?’
San nodded his head, his desperation to bury himself in you evident in his face.
‘Then have her.’
San immediately thrust into you, taking the air out of your lungs and you cried out. He waited for you to get your breath back and then pulled out almost all the way before slamming himself back into you.
You curled into him, your arms on his big shoulders and your hands in his hair but your face out to see Hongjoong, now starting to pant as his hand picked up speed. San was panting into your neck as he snapped into you.
‘Make her come on your cock,’ said Hongjoong, his voice tense as he tried to sound like he was still in control.
San reached his hand down in between you and rubbed your clit while he slowed down to a grind that hit you in the sweet spot.
It was too much, the stimulation from both San inside you and his hands, as well as Hongjoong’s eyes on you, precum beading on the head of his cock as he worked it. You couldn’t hear him but you could see his chest moving as he panted.
You leaned back against the wall and San bounced you on his cock a few more times before you shattered and screamed out. Just as your orgasm peaked you could see Hongjoong come apart and thick white ropes covered the skin of his stomach. Seeing him made you clench your walls, your orgasm prolonged, and San stuttered and groaned as he came inside you.
His skin hot, you looked at him and kissed him, ‘you were so good baby, you made me feel so good,’ you whispered to him between kisses. His dazed expression started to clear and he lifted you enough for you to take your legs from him and stand, leaning on the wall for support while he tucked himself back in his sweatpants.
His chest was glistening now, he was always so beautiful right after he came and he smiled as he caught you staring.
You spent a moment longer just looking at each other as you tried to sort your own clothes and then San leaned down to pick his tshirt up and you looked out through the glass.
The light was still on but Hongjoong was gone.
San looked up and noticed as well.
‘Let’s go home, maybe he’ll invite us back for part 2.’
If anyone asked you how you got here, right now, they wouldn’t believe a word coming out of your mouth.
You’d posted a video of San during his Creep solo with a sarcastic caption, and he’d messaged you about it. You didn’t believe it was him. Of course you were skeptical - scammers are a dime a dozen nowadays.
But then he challenged you - told you to wear a red top at their next show where you told him you had barricade, and he would point and wink at you.
Which he did.
That’s when you realised this was, in fact, Choi San who you’d been talking to.
It sounds delusional, doesn’t it?
Even more delusional was the fact that you’d kept in contact since. It’s been weeks since the concert, maybe a couple of months, but every now and then, you see his name pop up in your inbox, and it sends a jolt of excitement through you.
Still, you’ve tried not to let it affect you.
He’s an idol. You’re a fan. He’s nice, but that’s it. End of story. Nothing else.
Except that he’s the first person you messaged when you landed in Incheon for your week and a half solo trip. You don’t know why, exactly. You didn’t even think to update your friends and family first. And he’d responded instantly, expressing relief that your flight went well, and to let him know when you got to your accommodation.
But it was nothing. Again, he’s just a nice guy.
So nice that he checked in with you every day, asking how you were finding Seoul. You didn’t meet in the four days you’ve been here, but it almost felt like he was on this trip with you. You’d post a story, send him a text or ask a question, and he’d reply almost instantly, no matter the time.
You just hadn’t told him where you were going tonight.
It felt weird telling an idol that you wanted to go clubbing in notorious Hongdae of all places. Not exactly idol friendly and not known for its high class, but it’s also somewhere you’d been dying to go to. As everyone said, you haven’t gone to Seoul if you didn’t go out in Hongdae.
Plus, you’d met some girls at a cafe in Seongsu who were also there on holiday, and you had collectively decided to go out together. You just sort of… lost sight of them, at some point between being pulled into a club and being handed a shot of tequila.
Who cares, you’re having fun regardless.
San is still awake at 2am, his mind unable to stop thinking about the fact that you’re here, in Seoul - in Hongdae, so damn close to him. The photo you’d uploaded to your story had his head spinning. Your outfit left little to the imagination, with thigh high frilly socks squeezing your skin just so, and he both wanted to tear it off of you and cover you from anyone else’s gaze.
He opens the app again, your name already in the search bar. There’s a bright circle around your picture and his heart stops for a second, not sure if he’s ready to see what else you posted, but his thumb clicks on it before his mind can decide.
There you are, posing with a bottle of champagne in one hand, sparklers in the other. Someone else is taking the photo, and automatically his mind wants to know who that is, looking for any clues on the screen, but there’s none.
There’s another slide, a video. This time, you’re dancing on one of the tables, a man behind you who you don’t even seem to be aware of - until you turn and start dancing with him, and San’s vision turns red.
The hashtag reads #wheninHongdae.
“Right.” He scoffs to himself, putting his phone down and turning over for the hundredth time.
He tries not to think about it - doesn’t want to think about it. Except all his mind is doing is replaying that video. He screws his eyes shut, so tightly stars start appearing behind his eyelids, but all they do is make the image of you become hazy.
He grunts, turning back towards his phone, opening the app and replaying the video. Again. And again.
The more he watches, the more he can tell how drunk you are, your heeled boots wobbling slightly on the slippery surface, fingers tightly wrapped around the metal structure on the ceiling.
He clicks on your conversation, fingers flying over the keyboard.
ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ?
He doesn’t expect an answer so soon but your reply comes in almost instantly - well, not quite a reply. His phone lights up with the “Video call incoming” screen. His first reaction is to freeze. You’ve never called before. He knows he shouldn’t. He won’t.
But if he doesn’t, what will you think? And what if you need help and he leaves you alone?
“Heyyyyy!” You singsong as soon as he answers.
The music is incredibly loud behind you, the bass making his phone speakers vibrate against his palm. The connection isn’t the best, but he can tell your eyes are bloodshot from the alcohol, making him worry more than he should.
“Why are you calling?”
“Huh?” You shout, bringing the phone closer to your face until all he can see is your hair.
“Why are you calling me when you’re out clubbing?” He enunciates.
You pull away, phone in front of your face again - your face which is beaming with a smile so radiant it makes his heart beat a little faster.
“Cause you texted. I wan’ed talk t’ you.”
Despite the sentence being completely slurred, he can feel his stomach flip. Even though you’re on holiday, on a night out, you still wanted to talk to him…
“Are you having fun?”
You nod, more dramatically than necessary.
“Hongdae’s great. Free aloco- alcohol. Sorry.” You say with a giggle at your slurred word.
“I can see that.”
He wishes he had it in him to scold you for being so drunk when you’re all alone, but he can’t help but feel happy to see you so carefree.
“Why you up? ‘s late!”
He chews on his lip for a moment. “I was worrying about you.”
The way your lips pout and brows furrow at his words makes butterflies erupt in his chest, a swarm he tries his best to ignore.
“Aww you’re so cuuute. ‘m fine though. S’rious- oh my god!”
“What happened?”
“They playin’ ATEEZ listen!”
You bring the phone up to the speakers, the volume making him wince, but he can hear the faint instrumentals of Bouncy playing through them.
The way you’re jumping around and dancing has him starting to feel queasy - until the screen turns black.
He sits up in his bed, covers half of off his suddenly boiling body. “Y/n?”
There’s a moment of interminable silence as his mind races through the different possibilities of what could have happened. He tries calling your name again but the music is too loud. Your face suddenly appears on the screen again and he breathes out a sigh of relief.
“Sorry. Fell.”
“The phone or you?”
You wince, showing him your scratched up elbow. “Both.”
His heart is hammering in his chest. “Right, that’s it. I’m sending someone to pick you up. You’re too drunk and I don’t want to keep worrying about you. You’re gonna come back here, and I’m gonna sober you up before you go back to your accommodation.”
You start whining but he cuts you off.
“This isn’t up for discussion y/n. Go outside, Ryeok will get to you in ten minutes. Don’t. Move. And don’t hang up.”
You pout again but nod your head yes as you heed his request, making your way up the stairs to the bustling street.
Thankfully, his manager sees the text within minutes, already on his way to you.
San hates not being able to go get you himself, make sure you’re okay with his own eyes, but this is the only way. You’re still on the line, like he requested, holding the phone with crossed arms as you scan the street for the awaited car. You look so innocent like that, not trying to put on a front for social media, and he can’t help the small smile that tugs at his lips.
The ride back to his dorm is a blur.
Ryeok doesn’t say a word, probably feeling just as awkward about the situation as you do. But he’s nice, and he doesn’t judge you, even when you struggle to get into the car and he has to hold your hand so you don’t fall.
It’s embarrassing to say the least.
You have no idea where you are, but after a sequence of hazy streetlights and cars, you stop, and your mind takes a second to follow.
You bring your head up with a groan.
“감사합니당.”
He flashes you a small smile as the door opens. You look at it in confusion - if you didn’t open it and Ryeok is sitting right there then…
San’s smile is the first thing you see as you look up - warm, comforting, and familiar despite never having been face to face before.
For some reason, although you knew you were going to see him, your drunken mind hadn’t quite realised he was going to be there. In front of you. In person. Not on a screen, not on FaceTime, not even on a stage separated from you by barricades and staff. He’s here in the flesh - or rather, you are there in front of him. In front of his apartment building.
He holds out his hand to you. You stare at it. Then at him. And back at his hand.
“You know, it’s pretty late. I’m sure Ryeok hyung would like to go get some sleep.”
Your cheeks are burning at his words, and you turn to apologise to the man before grabbing San’s hand and scrambling out with as much dignity as you can muster.
He leans into the car, his hand never leaving yours as he mumbles something inaudible to his manager, before he gives him a small wave and shuts the door, leaving him free to return home.
San doesn’t say a word, he just holds your hand as he carefully guides you through the building doors and all the stairs and turns, until you arrive at his dorm.
“Seonghwa and Mingi are asleep so try not to be too loud. They’re heavy sleepers and the walls are pretty thick but still.”
You don’t answer or move as the realisation dawns on you. This isn’t just San’s dorm. Of course it isn’t. You’re breathing heavily now, panting a little at the overwhelming turn that this night has taken.
He hears you and stops dialing the code to the door.
“Hey, hey. It’s fine. You’re fine. They won’t mind. You’re not doing anything wrong - I’m the one who brought you back here to sober up. Okay? And as soon as you’ve had some food and water and can walk straight, I’ll call you a taxi and you can leave. Alright?”
His tone is gentle and soothing, his hand squeezing yours, and you nod, though your heart is still racing in your chest.
Of all the ways you ever imagined meeting any member of ATEEZ, being drunk, in a mini skirt and tube top, and reeking of smoke and sweat, isn’t remotely close to what you’d imagined…
The beep of the door as it unlocks makes you jolt, but you try your best to be quiet - maybe a little too much, as you see San chuckle at your exaggeratedly slow steps. He takes off his shoes and you do the same, the cool floor a welcome contrast to the heat and humidity outside.
You take in the place for a second.
It’s simple.
The kitchen has all the basic necessities, a few photos hung up on the fridge with an extensive collection of magnets from different places they’ve toured. The living room only has a couch, a coffee table, and a tv, though you notice a PlayStation plugged in which makes you smile. They’re such dorks.
For a moment, you forget why you’re here, until San hands you a glass of water and a couple of hangover pills.
“They’ll help. Trust me.” He mutters the last part, almost to himself.
You smile at him and take the lot, electricity crackling where your fingertips touch his palm. The cold water is an immediate relief as you feel it flow through your system. You hear some rustling and see him pull out a box.
“Come here so I can clean your elbow.”
You hesitate. “‘s okay, doesn’t hurt.”
“Let me clean it up anyway.”
You roll your eyes - which is a big mistake because it feels like the room has been turned upside down - but oblige, walking slowly until you can lean on the counter.
He takes out a sterile pad and sprays it with alcohol, looking at you with a scrunched face.
“It’s gonna sting, I’m sorry.”
He grabs your arm gently, exposing your elbow to him and you can’t help but watch him, mesmerised. He’s so pretty when he’s all serious like that.
Carefully, he lowers the pad to your wound and you wince, whining at the burn. He wishes the sound didn’t affect him the way it did because it feels wrong.
“Stay still.”
You bite your lip but do as he says, brows drawn as the sting begins to subside. Then he takes out a pink plaster and carefully covers your now clean wound with it.
His hand lingers on your forearm and neither of you makes a move to create some distance. His eye contact is intimidating and you hold it, not from choice, but from compulsion.
You’re the one to break the silence.
“How c’me boys ‘ve cute pink plasters?”
He smiles at your question, finally letting go of your arm to clean up. You feel the loss of his warmth immediately.
“My sister got us some refills. She thought it’d be funny if all we had were pink plasters.” He looks at you from the corner of his eyes. “At least it suits one of us.”
You laugh, cheeks matching your new accessory.
“Thanks.” You point to your arm. “‘n thanks.”
He just nods his head in response, puffing his cheeks as he looks away. He’s so cute your drunken heart could explode.
“I’m gonna make myself some ramen. Want any?”
“That’s great, thanks.”
You watch as he boils the water, pours it in the pots and lets the concoction cook before pouring out the water and mixing the spices. He looks so homely, so mundane. It feels a little surreal, but in this moment, he doesn’t feel like an idol. He feels like a man in his twenties making a midnight snack. Except he’s a really, really hot man. With muscles. And dimples.
You clear your throat.
“You mind ‘f I go sit?”
He shakes his head. “No, of course not. Do you need help?”
He starts reaching out for you but you take a step back in panic.
“No - ‘m good. Aaaall good.”
His eyebrows are a little furrowed. “Okay, if you say so.”
You wobble on over to the grey fabric, sinking into the surprisingly comfortable cushions. The room is swaying a little and you try to focus on the canvas filled with red, blue and black abstract lines. You recognise it, but your brain is too foggy to remember where from.
San places the pot and some chopsticks on the table in front of you.
“Careful, it’s really hot.”
“Mmh…” You perk your head up as the smell hits your nose. “Is that cheese? D’you add cheese?”
“Yeah, wh-“
“Oh my god I love you.” You blurt out, completely oblivious to what you’ve just said to him as you grab the pot, wincing at the temperature but eventually placing it on the pillow in your lap.
He just stares at you, blinking occasionally, star struck. He can tell you have no idea what you’ve just said and that you didn’t mean it like that, but why did it make him feel so good?
He waits for you to take a bite before doing the same, delighting at his stomach finally being filled - he couldn’t eat dinner earlier knowing you were out alone in Hongdae.
You continue slurping your noodles with just as much excitement as before, and he can’t help but think of how cute you look with your cheeks full and your eyes big and shining. You almost remind him of Seonghwa when you eat.
When you finish, you sink back into the couch, the room much more steady than before. Tentatively, you turn your head to look at San, who’s already looking at you softly, his head laying on his fist and his tired eyes heavy.
“What?” You ask quietly.
He shakes his head. “It’s odd. Having you here. We’ve only spoken on instagram. I didn’t expect…”
“I know.” You purse your lips to try and hide the way your cheeks are burning. “Tomorrow when I wake up I’m gonna pretend this was just a big drunken dream. It’s easier to swallow than the reality.”
A pang of hurt crosses his face but he just smiles at you.
“Well, I’m completely sober.”
He leans just slightly closer, and you catch the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the homey smell of the ramen you just ate. Your stomach flutters, and for a second you wonder if this is actually a dream.
You stand up suddenly, your head not quite agreeing with the abrupt movement. The floor tilts slightly beneath you and you clench your teeth until the world has spun back on its axis.
“I should go. I’m feeling better.”
“No you’re not.”
You scoff. “I am!”
“It just took you three whole seconds to stop swaying when you stood up. Stay a little longer.”
He grabs your wrists, locking you in place. He’s not sure why he’s doing it. If you say you’re fine, he should let you go. But he doesn’t want it to be over yet, you barely just got here…
You sigh, unable to resist him. “Fine, I’ll stay a little longer. But I promise I’m - whoops - fine.”
He just laughs at you, a genuine but slightly judgemental laugh, one that you reciprocate.
“You just almost fell while standing still. What makes you think you’re gonna be able to walk straight?”
“Hey!” You protest half heartedly. “At least my sentences make sense now. And there’s only one of you.” You say, trying to hold your index finger up in his grip.
He nods softly. “That’s a great sign.” He hesitates a moment. “Why do you wanna leave so badly anyways? Am I bad company?”
You blush. “No, you’re great. I just don’t wanna impose. And you’re an idol so it’s a little weird…”
He looks away at your words. He knows exactly what you mean. Yet, none of this feels wrong to him. You act so normally around him, it makes him feel like he’s just a man, for once.
“You know,” you start, a mischievous glint in your eyes despite the wobble in your stance, “you’re not even my bias…”
He stares at you for a second.
He did not expect you to say that. Nor did he expect to be jealous - and yet he wishes you hadn’t told him. They all know that their fans have preferences so this isn’t the first time he’s heard it. Still, coming from you, it feels wrong. Plus, how could he not be? After all, you’ve made so many videos and posts about him, you’ve been talking to him all this time… Surely you’re lying.
“Oh, really? And who would be your bias?”
You giggle a little, the remnants of alcohol making you feel lighter than normal.
“I can’t tell you.”
“Sure you can.” He holds your wrists a little tighter, pulling you towards him until your knees are pressed against his. “Just say the name.”
You shake your head - a little too hard as your vision takes a second to adjust.
“Come on Princess, don’t leave me hanging. I’m curious now.”
Your cheeks flush at the pet name. His thumbs are rubbing the inside of your wrists and the motion is distracting you.
“Mingi.” You finally whisper. “Mingi’s my bias.”
He stares into your eyes at the reveal, feeling a wave of jealousy and competitiveness run through his entire being.
“Why?”
You blink at him. “Huh?”
“Why him and not me?”
He pulls you down further, forcing you to sit on his lap, and you’re hyper aware of how little clothing you have on, the back of your thighs separated from him only by his joggers.
You’re inches from his face now, and the proximity has your head spinning more than all the alcohol you ingested tonight.
“He…”
Right this moment, sitting on San’s lap, his strong grip on your wrist and his breath fanning your face, you can’t quite think of a single reason.
“He what?”
You swallow loudly, your throat suddenly dry.
“I…”
He chuckles, a hint of darkness in his eyes.
“Has the cat got your tongue? Oh wait, no he doesn’t, he’s not your bias.”
You look down as you bite your lip, suddenly feeling guilty, though you have no reason to be.
He tilts your chin up with his finger, forcing you to look at him again.
“Come on. Give me one good reason why he’s your bias and not me. Have all the times we’ve spent texting not made you have a single desire to switch?”
Your breathing is heavier, shallower.
Of course the countless hours spent texting meant something. Made you feel something. But, you don’t know what that something is. And it has nothing to do with biases anyways… right?
You try your best to gather your thoughts, ignoring how his warmth is pulsing through you and his smell is invading your nervous system.
“He just feels… big. Without trying.” Your gaze flicks to his lips for a tiny beat before looking in his eyes again. “Like he’d ruin me… and I’d let him.”
San’s breathing hitches at your last sentence, his cheeks turning a slight hue of red.
“What does that make me - do I seem like the safe option to you?”
His hands start travelling to your waist, slowly making their way down to your hips and thighs. You shudder at his touch, unexpected but intoxicating.
“Do I look like I don’t know what I’m doing?”
His fingers hook behind your knees, jerking you forward in one smooth motion until you’re impossibly close to him, reflexively grabbing onto his shirt. He ghosts his lips over yours, and tilts his head slightly.
“Or do you just need me to show you properly?”
He has no idea what he’s doing or saying. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t not.
You’re here, finally, after weeks of only communicating through text, and you’ve just revealed to him that he’s not the one you think of when you think of ATEEZ? Like you’re not the first person who comes to his mind when he wakes up. Or the last person he wants to text before bed. Or the one he thinks of every time he sees a red top that remotely resembles the one you wore to their show.
There are no words in your brain, only a buzzing - so incredibly loud from the feeling of his touch on your bare skin.
“Yeah, we’re gonna fix that right now.”
He doesn’t let you absorb the information as he suddenly stands, lifting you up with him. You squeal, holding on even more tightly to him, but his grip on you is firm. His steps are hurried towards the bedroom, kicking the door shut.
As soon as it is, his lips crash into yours.
There’s control in the way he kisses you, and there’s also desperation. He’s not just trying to prove a point - he’s been aching to kiss you for weeks.
You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been thinking of what his lips would feel like the whole night. Looking at them as he spoke and ate, so plush and pink, so smooth and oh so tempting - you’d had to stop yourself from leaning in a few times.
And now, tasting him… it’s everything you thought it would be and more. You cup his face as he presses your back against the wall, squishing you against him so his hand can roam over your body.
His tongue prods at your lips and you let him in gladly, all too happy to taste him. He looks sweet, yet he tastes more dangerous than you ever thought he would.
His fingers caress your thigh. Your legs that are hooked securely around his waist twitch from the softness of his touch. He brings his hand up to your hip leisurely, making sure to slide it below the fabric of your denim skirt, and you moan in his mouth. The sound drives him insane, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass in response.
“San…”
Your core is begging for his touch, but he doesn’t want to go there yet. He wants to take his time. This might be the only time he gets to see and touch you - he’s not about to let it go to waste. Especially not when your admission to biasing Mingi is still ringing in his ears.
His lips trail down your jaw and neck, making sure to suck on the tender skin until he’s sure you won’t wake up to thinking tonight was just a dream.
Your fingers wrap in his hair, tugging with every branded kiss. He’s not quite rough, not quite soft. He’s his own personal brand of exhilarating.
The room is spinning in the distance, but it’s not from the alcohol anymore.
He continues his path down to your collarbones and the top of your chest. You lean your head back against the wall as you pant, fingers tightening in his black strands.
He wants to claim every inch of you, until you can’t think of anyone other than him. Somehow, you’ve managed to make him become obsessed with you, and he won’t stop until you feel the same about him.
Your hands come around to his chest, digging into his flesh for a moment before trying to bring his face back up to meet yours, but he grabs your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. His palm and fingers engulf yours effortlessly, and you’re completely powerless against his strength.
These muscles aren’t for show.
His teeth graze against your skin, right above where the hem of your top has started sliding down. He clamps his teeth around the fabric, pulling it down further to reveal your already perked tits.
“Fuck.”
One simple curse, but it tells you everything you need to know. Your body is trembling with anticipation, forced to look at him, unable to move.
He wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, almost unconsciously. His breath flutters against your sensitive nipples, making you whimper before he’s even touched you.
He likes that. A lot. You’re more responsive to him than he thought you would be, and it excites him. It means you’re not too far gone. Even better, it means you want him. Desperately.
His tongue laps at the bud, pulling a long sigh from you, which becomes a loud moan when his lips wrap around it. His attention switches between both breasts, leaving neither unloved or uncared for. Your fingers are tingling in his palm from how hard he’s pinning your hands down, aching to touch him too.
The rough wall scrapes against your shoulder blades with every arch of your back but his touch makes you forget about it.
He’s so attuned to every sound and reaction you have, you wonder whether this really is your first time meeting in person. You don’t let your mind think about that last part too hard though, or fear of repercussions and backlash creep into your head. This is so crazy. He’s an idol you’ve never met. You shouldn’t be allowed to be here.
And god does he know it. Every rational thought in his head is telling him he shouldn’t be doing that. That he’ll get the both of you in trouble. And you’ve had too much to drink. This could create a scandal if anyone found out.
Except that when he feels the way your body is responding to him, sees that heated look in your eyes, and hears your beautiful sounds, he knows you’re fully aware of what’s going on and that you want to be here just as badly as he does.
Fuck stereotypes and expectations.
“Let me touch you…” You beg.
He nips at your skin in protest. “Thought you liked the idea of letting Mingi ruin you?”
You gasp, choking on air. He really went there…
“You’re not Mingi.”
He pulls away from you, looking into your eyes with mischief written all over his features.
“No. I’m better.”
Your spine arches into him at the implication, but you try to keep a semblance of control and nonchalance through shaky breaths.
“I don’t know. Never had him.”
He brings your hands down, blood flowing to your extremities again, though his grip on them stays unflinching.
“After tonight you won’t want to.”
He doesn’t close the distance immediately. Neither do you. You take a second to absorb his words, gazing into his shiny brown eyes in the glow of the moonlight bathing the room.
Part of you understands that this isn’t just about biases and sexual tension anymore. The other part rebukes it, knowing this will never happen again. That it won’t lead to anything. That it can’t.
Your throat tightens at the thought but you push it away, locking your lips onto his instead. He can feel the desperation in your touch, reciprocating it instantly.
“Make sure I don’t forget then.” You plead.
His grip on your ass tightens as he pulls away from the wall, dropping you on the bed without letting go of your lips. It’s a mixture of clashing teeth and tangling tongues now, the fever of the moment having taken over.
He’s let go of your wrists at last, hands roaming over your figure, squeezing every part of you he can reach.
Your moans and whimpers intensify with every passing moment, wetness pooling between your legs just as quickly.
Suddenly, he pulls you to your knees, standing next to the bed as he slowly unties his joggers.
“You hungry baby?”
You nod frantically, walls clenching around air and saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of taking his cock.
His heart is beating out of his chest as he lowers the grey sweats. He’s been dreaming about this - literally. He lost count of the amount of mornings where he woke up rock hard from dreaming of you and had to fuck his fist to relieve some of the ache - although it was never quite right.
They say don’t imagine your idols in these scenarios. Respectfully, you hadn’t - had tried your best not to. So seeing the outline of his length in his boxers, the small wet patch where precum was seeping through, felt surreal. Watching your fingers hook in his waistband and tug it down didn’t feel like you were doing it. It was like watching someone who looked like you do this to someone who looked like San.
Except that the heat radiating from his cock was all too real, the whimper escaping his mouth as you wrapped your hand around him all too needy.
You look up at him as you start moving your fist up and down slowly. He keeps his eyes on you, jaw slack, brows drawn together.
You’re so perfect, all he wants to do is fuck you until you’re nothing but a whimpering, blabbering mess on his bed. The sight of your shiny eyes, tits wet from his tongue and socks digging into the supple flesh of your thighs makes his cock twitch in your hand.
He grabs your chin gently, caressing your bottom lip, spreading your saliva on it until it’s glistening.
“Open.”
You’re so obedient, your mouth opening instantly - even sticking your tongue out for him. Slowly, he guides his cock to your lips, letting the warmth of your tongue linger on his tip.
“Sit on your hands.”
Again, you react immediately to his command, fingers wedging themselves between your thighs and calves until they’re trapped.
Only then does he start pushing in, inch by inch, allowing you to adjust to him, until your nose is pressed flush to his public bone.
He’s so big, your jaw is stretched almost painfully, gagging against him, but you don’t move. You hold his gaze as tears form in your eyes, focusing on breathing through your nose.
He pulls away a little, letting you breathe, before beginning to move his hips back and forth. It’s unfair to not be able to touch him once again, but you still do as he says.
He grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it between his teeth so he can look at you without obstruction, and you moan at the sight of his perfect body. The vibrations make his hips stutter, but you take over, bobbing your head against his warm cock.
This must be what heaven feels like.
The mere thought of how good he feels in your mouth and just how incredible he would feel inside you has you short of breath. The world is spinning around you. All you know is you can’t stop sucking him.
He grabs the back of your head - not to push, just to guide you. Every point of contact feels electric - dizzying. There’s something so inevitable about the chemistry between you two. It all feels so natural and obvious, like he knows you inside out.
“Feels so good baby, ah just like that.”
His words are muffled by his shirt but it does nothing to dampen the way it makes your heart flutter with pride. Your fingers are tingling, begging to touch him, though you stay put as he asked.
Saliva is starting to pool at the corner of your lips, your eyes prickled with tears, but his face looks so beautiful like that, you never want to stop.
He’s getting more and more tense now, tiny whimpers passing his lips that grow louder with each one, and you can tell he’s getting close to the edge - so you start going a little faster, a little deeper, a little tighter. His hand is gripping your hair almost painfully now, pushing you to the hilt. Another few passes of your tongue on the underside of his shaft as your cheeks hollow, and then-
“Fuck argh gon’ - ah”
His cum shoots straight down your throat - thick, warm, salty ropes that you make sure to swallow, the movements of your throat coaxing more and more out of him, making his high last as long as possible.
The sounds he makes… holy shit they drive you insane.
He pulls out as soon as he stops twitching inside you, pulling his boxers up and instantly pushing you down on the bed for a hungry kiss. You haven’t quite caught your breath yet but you reciprocate it with just as much fervor.
His hands are everywhere, like they don’t know what to touch first, like he’s mapping you in his brain.
You graze your fingers under his shirt, feeling his soft abs, mumbling a muffled ‘oh my god’ at the realisation of just how perfect he is.
Your reaction makes him smile against your mouth, fingertips digging into your legs that have fallen spread on either side of him. He glides his fingers up your inner thigh, coming closer and closer to your burning core. Your instinct is to pull away, but his weight on you locks you firmly in place.
He pauses just above your center, letting you squirm beneath him.
Slowly… deliberately… he swipes his thumb along the edge of your panties.
A soft whimper escapes him as it slides across the wetness, and your stomach twists with the need he can already feel.
“You’re a desperate girl aren’t you?”
“Mmph your cock w’s just so good. Need you.”
“I can feel that.”
His thumb rubs over your burning centre a little harder, making you shudder and your breath quicken. His face is still right next to yours, pupils dilated as he takes in your expressions. You hold his gaze, but your face is all scrunched up with need and he can’t get enough.
He slides the fabric aside as he leans over to kiss your jaw, slowly pushing in a finger - you arch into him. Without hesitation, he starts waving his finger in an intoxicating pattern that somehow hits your sensitive spot instantly.
Your little pants and squeals as you bite your lip have his head spinning.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?”
He adds another finger, making you choke on air.
“Had me going fucking insane in that outfit. Dancing with that guy, letting him touch you… That was supposed to be me.” He squeezes your breast as he looks at your already fucked out face. “It is me.”
“You.” You agree mindlessly.
You dig your fingers in his arms to try and relieve some of the pressure already building at the base of your spine, not even clocking the size of the biceps you’re destroying - that are destroying you.
His thumb starts circling your clit and you cry loudly - probably too loud given your proximity to the other members. San doesn’t mind. He’s still too focused on what you said earlier, and he almost wants them to hear how good he makes you feel - at the very least Mingi. He always gets such a rep with fans for being a beast in bed. If only they knew he wasn’t the only one. But you’ll know. Soon enough.
Your moans pull him out of his competitive reverie and he smiles, adjusting his arm to hit even deeper inside you.
“Come on baby, think you can cum for me?”
“Y-yes yes please San yes.”
His cock twitches against the covers from your beautiful broken pleas. Your cheeks are flushed red now, a shiny sheen of sweat beginning to coat your skin, and all he wants to do is lick it - so he does. His tongue laps up at your tits, your neck, your jaw, until he finally reaches your mouth again.
He adds one more finger, and that’s when you finally unravel around him, practically screaming in his mouth from the force of your orgasm and the remaining effects of the alcohol loosening your inhibitions.
“That’s it, good girl.” He mumbles against your mouth as he works you through it. “You’re doing so good for me. Can you give me one more?”
You shake your head slightly, but your gummy walls pulsing around his fingers tell him otherwise.
“I think you’re being shy. She’s asking for more already…”
He leaves your mouth to lower himself between your legs despite your half hearted protests. A small whimper escapes him at the sight of your glistening folds - a sound that travels straight to your head.
His voice comes out raspy and ragged. “Need to taste you.”
Before you can say anything, his tongue has replaced his fingers that are now holding your thighs apart.
“Argh fuck S-San.”
You’re sliding into overwhelming territory but your hips rut against his face anyway.
It’s hard to describe how incredible it feels - because it’s hard to comprehend who’s doing this to you. You keep saying his name, yet somehow it’s still not registering that it’s him doing this. Even when you open your eyes, looking down between your legs to see his messy black hair, tanned skin and small, hazy brown eyes, you still don’t get it. And maybe that’s part of why it feels so incredible. It’s not just about what, it’s about who.
The odds were unfavourable, and yet here you are. Being eaten out and utterly ruined by Choi San.
The sounds coming from his mouth are filthy - he’s making no effort to be quiet as he drinks up your arousal, sucking on your bundle of nerves. Every now and then, he groans at your taste, and the vibrations have you whimpering.
It’s like a cat and mouse game.
He licks. You moan. He groans. You whimper.
Your fingers tangle in his soft hair, pushing him further into you and he can’t help but smile, hips bucking into the mattress a little to try and relieve some of the ache. How can he not when the woman he’s been fantasising about is grinding her pussy in his face?
“Need you to cum babygirl.” He grunts between licks.
The pet name has your legs shaking even harder, your orgasm coming closer and closer. His tongue plunges even deeper inside of you, nails digging crescent shaped indents in your thighs, and you explode in his mouth with loud cries. He’s drinking it all up, intoxicated by your body and taste as your juices flood his tongue.
“Mmh so good for me.”
His voice comes out primal as he looks up, licking his glistening lips.
“F-fuck San, holy sh-shit.”
Your body is still twitching as he sits up, taking in the sight of you as he gently rubs your thighs. His eyes catch the white fabric squeezing them, and mindlessly, he hooks a finger under the hem, pulling it away and letting it snap back, making you jolt.
“Were you trying to make me hard when you put those on?”
You swallow, throat dry.
“I didn’t know.”
He tilts his head, a crease between his brows. “Didn’t know what?”
You bite your lip, unsure how to word it. “I didn’t know you were watching. Didn’t know you liked me like that.”
He snickers as he lowers himself inches away from your mouth.
“I don’t usually waste my time texting someone I don’t give a fuck about, Princess.” He pecks your still panting lips. “I don’t have my manager go get someone at 2am from Hongdae because she’s drunk and wearing a mini skirt that shows off her perfect ass to everyone.” He slaps it, hard enough for the imprint of his hand to make an appearance in the morning. “I don’t ever break every rule in the idol rule book, especially for a girl I don’t like.”
His words take you by surprise, each one knocking what little air you have out of your lungs. They seep through your skin, into your bones, making their way into your veins and into your heart. Your heart that picks up with no warning at beautiful words that won’t mean anything by tomorrow despite how much you want them to.
You swallow through your dry throat, looking for the right words to express how you feel, despite the remnants of alcohol fogging your brain.
“You’re just saying things. You like me, but you can’t like me. Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
He scoffs. “It’s getting offensive how much you doubt me.”
“Prove it.”
The words come out of their own accord, defiant, looking for something to hold on to. You grab his face, fingertips weaving through his soft hair, his own grabbing your waist a little tighter.
“I’m already in your bed. There’s no need to convince me to stay the night. So, prove you’re not just saying pretty words.”
He slowly buries his face in your neck, kissing your pulse.
“I thought I already was… but if I need to double down, I’m happy to oblige Princess.”
He sits up, grabbing his shirt by the collar and pulling it over his head in one swift, effortless motion. The sight makes you salivate as he stands still for a second, letting you admire him as he does the same to you. The tips of your fingers graze his soft waist, creating ripples and ridges in his tanned skin as you squeeze it, grabbing on to every inch you can.
He throws his head back, revelling in the way your touch makes him shiver, his cock begging for the kind of attention you’re giving to the rest of him.
His fingers skilfully unbutton your denim skirt, wiggling it off of you, before he does the same with your panties - though he takes his time with them. His eyes are wide and his pupils dilated as he takes in the sight of the fabric peeling off of your soaked skin. A little pride hits him - that was all his doing. Lastly, he wiggles your pretty black lace top from your waist, making it join the rest of your discarded clothes on the floor.
You feel shy, suddenly, fully exposed to him whilst he still has half of himself covered, and your hands tug at the hem of his waistband.
“You too.”
He smirks. “You don’t have any patience, pretty girl.”
You sit on your elbows, looking at him under your lashes, a sudden boost of confidence flowing through you.
“If you don’t feel up to the challenge just say it, I’ll go find Mingi - or Seonghwa.”
You have no idea where that came from - probably the tequila still sloshing through your brain - but whatever it is, the effect is immediate. The joggers are discarded within a half second before he’s right back on top of you, spreading your legs impossibly wide until his tip lays against your wet core and you whimper.
“You ready?”
You nod, completely desperate and on edge, and his small smirk makes you shiver.
“No you’re not, but it’s cute of you to think you are.”
He presses on your legs harder so you open to an almost painful point, making you wince. He stares at the way your cunt still flutters around air from the remnants of his fingers.
“Now breathe and relax.”
The stretch burns so good you cry out as you feel him fill you up to the hilt.
“Damn baby, you’re so tight - fuck - you need to let me in.”
“C-can’t.” You gasp, eyes screwed shut.
The air shifts around you and he stops. You open your eyes to see him leaning over you, his Chrome Hearts necklace dangling above your chest.
“Yes, you can.”
He nudges your nose up with his, his soft lips on yours in an instant. Then he starts pushing in again, and this time, his mouth distracts you enough that you finally let him in. Low whimpers echo in his mouth when he bottoms out, and you drink them up eagerly.
He starts moving his hips, slowly at first. The rasp of his veins and tip against your walls has you clawing at his perfect back, making him grunt even louder than he already was.
“Fuck you take me so well…”
Your cunt flutters at his words making him chuckle with pride.
“You like when I praise you?”
You nod eagerly, biting your lip to prevent another loud moan from getting out.
“You’re dirtier than I thought…”
You rake your nails over his shoulder, relishing in the way his face twists and he winces at the sting.
“You l-love it.”
His hips drive into you so hard your moans stutters, and then his mouth is on yours again.
Teeth clashing against teeth. Tongues tangling in a messy net. Hot breaths mingling into one. The wet slap of your sweaty skins fills the room, loud and obnoxious and completely disregarding the existence of anyone but you two.
The pressure is building in your stomach again, the coil tightening almost painfully, your cunt tightening around him.
“Cum for m-me princess. You can do it again. Need to feel you squeeze my c-cock.”
His thumb is on your clit, circling it with purpose and determination. Your legs are shaking around his waist, hands fisting the sheets and his hair. Your approving moans are getting louder and louder, encouraging him to keep going - until he feels your cunt tighten around him, your cries coming out raspy as he fucks you through it.
“That’s it baby. Such a g-good girl squeezing me like t-that.”
His eyes alternate between your face and the white ring slowly forming around his cock.
The motion of his hips is unrelenting - if anything he’s driving deeper, harder into you.
“T-too mu-uch S-San.” You babble, but he doesn’t care. Your mouth is saying one thing, your body is saying another.
A guttural scream escapes you as your legs are pushed into your chest without warning. He’s so deep into you now you almost feel him in your throat.
“So loud baby, gon’ make the guys jealous.” He grunts, sweat dripping down his forehead onto your boiling skin.
You don’t even have anything to reply, no thoughts left in your head as he pounds into your cervix without mercy. His thrusts are deep and calculated, making sure to leave his imprint inside of you for the next few days.
“You wanted to be ruined, no? Here I am princess.”
He grabs your calf with one hand, kissing it feverishly as he makes sure your legs don’t move with his other hand.
“Do you s-still think Mingi would’ve mmh made you cum like that?”
Your mind is so blank, you don’t even register what he’s saying, only able to babble.
“Hu-uh w-w-wh ngh”
You’re interrupted by the head of his cock hitting your cervix just right once again.
“Think the cat’s g-got your tongue real good now, huh?”
Without warning, he pulls out of you, flipping you onto your knees before plunging back in within the space of two seconds. The angle is even deeper now, if that was possible, your tears flowing freely into the pillow you’re burying your face into.
“Look at your ass - so perfect.” He squeezes it hard before slapping it. “Showing that to everyone.” His hand comes down again, making you cry out, before he soothes the red skin. “Made for me.”
He holds onto the plush skin tightly as he pistons into you, pulling your hips back to meet his, fascinated by the way your skin moves. One of his hands moves to grab your throat, pulling you up so your back meets his chest, lips devouring your shoulders and neck.
“Do you not see how crazy you make me?”
He sinks his teeth into your sweat drenched skin.
“Thinking he’s better - th-thinking I don’t care. Do y-ou get how wrong you are?”
“San…”
“What is it babygirl, what d’you want?”
“M-more. You.”
He smiles, throwing his head back momentarily.
“So greedy…”
He captures your mouth in a hungry, sloppy kiss, before pushing you back down on the bed, burying your face in the pillow. The strength of his thrusts is almost unbearable now. You’re practically screaming into the pillow as he grabs your wrists, pinning them behind your back so he can hold you as he destroys you.
Without warning, you cum again, the cry ripping through your throat. His hips start stuttering from how much you squeeze him, and he can’t take much more.
He pulls out of you just in time to paint your back with his cum, intoxicating moans and whimpers leaving his lips from the relief of his release.
As soon as his hands leave you, your hips fall to the bed, unable to support your weight on your shaking legs. He collapses next to you, panting heavily.
The silence stretches, comfortable, only filled with your breaths as you both try to calm down.
His fingers are grazing your arm mindlessly, soothing you as you continue to come down from the high. When he turns to look at you, your eyes are already on him, half closed, completely out of it, but they still find his.
“You okay princess?”
You nod, swallowing past the dryness in your throat. “I’m great. That… that was great.”
He grins, dimples contrasting with his toned body. “It really was.”
He sits up, crawling off the bed to reach the towel on his desk chair. The soft fabric on your back is oddly relaxing as he wipes himself off of you, making sure to be gentle and not leave anything behind.
Carefully, he wraps you in the towel, grabbing some clothes, before scooping you up and taking you to the bathroom. He helps you wash away all the sweat, cigarettes and alcohol, making sure to not scrub over your scraped elbow. He kisses your lips and skin once or twice - never too much, just enough to feel like your happy bubble is still strong.
Before you know, you’re back in his bed, freshly washed, clean clothes on, tucked into his chest, falling asleep. He listens to your quiet breaths, his thumb stroking your back, until sleep takes over him too.
The sunlight peeking through the curtains wakes you up, San’s small nose whistles grounding you about as much as his arms wrapped around you.
“So this actually did happen…” you whisper to yourself.
His eyes flutter open one at a time.
“Mornin’”
His low gravelly morning voice sends warmth through you, his hands tightening on you.
“Morning.”
You nuzzle deeper into him as you try to process the reality of things.
“How do you feel?”
“Sore.” You chuckle. “Good sore.”
“Mmh, damn right.”
“You?”
He smiles into the pillow.
“Like I had great sex last night.”
You smirk. “Damn right.”
He laughs, readjusting so his back lays flat on the bed.
“How many days do you have left here?”
You look down, saddened by the mention of your departure.
“Five. And a half if you count the morning of my flight, but I won’t be able to do much then…”
He kisses your forehead, tucking you closer into his chest.
“Okay, then that’s five and a half more days of you.” He smirks. “And there’s a lot you can do in one morning.”
You chuckle at the not-so-subtle innuendo.
“That is, if you want to.”
You lift your head up, brows furrowed as you look into his chocolate eyes.
“What do you mean ‘if’ I want to? San,” you start as you push a stray strand of hair from his forehead, “I would love to spend more time with you. Actually if we’re talking about wishes, I would love it if I didn’t have to leave in five days.”
“And a half.”
You giggle, nodding. “And a half. But yes, of course I want to spend more time with you.” You say, softer this time.
You can’t quite bring yourself to say it out loud, but if you were being honest with him, you would say that you want to spend all your time with him. But that’s not possible, of course. He has his job, his schedules. You have plans too. And… you have a life that’s not here.
He can sense your mood has shifted, feeling it inside himself too. He rolls on top of you, caging you into his arms as he peppers your skin with kisses.
“No sad. I don’t want you to be sad. I don’t have a schedule until lunch, so let’s go to breakfast. Then I’ll drop you off at your accommodation. And I’ll pick you up again tonight.”
You giggle when the tips of his hair tickle your skin as he makes his way over your body. He lifts his head up with a beaming smile, golden skin lit by the sunlight peaking through the curtains. How could you possibly say no to that face?
He stands up eagerly, grabbing some clothes from his closet to replace the mess of fabric you wore yesterday.
Your heart rate picks up again from seeing him so homely with you. His perfume lingers on the clothes, mixed with the smell of the laundry detergent, and you can’t help but sneak a whiff when he’s not looking.
You’re wearing San’s clothes. How odd… How odd that it doesn’t feel odd?
“Can’t forget this.” He says as he puts a black hat on your head, handing you a fresh black face mask to match. “Wouldn’t want anyone interrupting our date.”
Your heart stops.
“Is that what this is?”
He puts his necklace on, looking at you with that endearing expression on his face.
“I think so.”
You bite your lip, blush creeping on your cheeks. “I think so too.”
He steps towards you, adjusting the hat again and strokes your cheek with his thumb softly.
“Okay, you can go ahead, I just need to use the bathroom. I’ll be at the front door in a minute.”
You peck him lightly, unable to help yourself, before turning around and leaving his room.
“Damn, he really banged you up well didn’t he?”
You jump as you close the bedroom door, whipping around in a rush. “Ex-excuse me?”
You blink at the tall deep voiced man as he points to the plaster on your elbow.
“Also you make a lot of noise for someone so small.” He winks.
Your cheeks are crimson, burning so hot all you wanna do is disappear.
“S-sorry. I…”
He shakes his head with a laugh. “Don’t be, it’s all good.”
San comes out of his bedroom right as Mingi steps towards the kitchen, grabbing your arm and rubbing it instinctively. He leans down right next to your ear, brushing the hair of your neck. His breath makes you shiver, and you automatically lean into his touch.
“So, who’s your bias now?”
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San calls out for you as soon as he comes home, shoes barely off. He wanders around the apartment looking in every room, calling out your name like a cat searching for its human.
He gets to the bathroom and opens the door to a cloud of steam and the scent of almonds filling the air. You don’t seem to hear him, too focused on scrubbing your hair and humming along to your playlist.
He bites his lip for a moment, teetering between leaving you alone and joining you, the latter winning without much effort.
He shreds himself of his clothes, folding them neatly on the chair because he knows you don’t like it when he leaves them on the floor.
Slowly, he steps into the shower. You’re still unaware of his presence, eyes closed and head back as you rinse your hair. He takes the loofah, lathering it with soap, and starts rubbing it on your arm.
You jump in surprise, heartbeat suddenly rising at the intrusion. You rub your eyes clean from the water, finally able to see your smiling boyfriend in front of you, and you breathe a sigh of relief.
“San you can’t come into the shower unannounced, you almost gave me a heart attack…”
He places a soft peck on your cheek and continues running the loofah up and down your arm. “I’m sorry Princess, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’ve been calling your name since I came home, did you not hear?”
You shake your head, suddenly aware of the situation.
You run your eyes over his naked body, so toned and tanned, splashes from the shower decorating his skin with sprinkles of light. When you meet his gaze again, a slight shade of pink ornates his cheeks, but the way he looks at you only shows desire.
“Turn around.” He orders softly.
You do as you’re told, heart beating fast for an entirely different reason now.
He scrubs your arm again, gently but thoroughly, starting from your fingertips, all the way to your shoulder. When he’s circled each area a few times, he places a light kiss on your skin, your hairs rising at the touch.
He continues to lather you, the exfoliation quickly followed by his soothing lips. You close your eyes, head falling slightly, humming at every brush of his lips.
He reaches your other hand, placing a kiss on each fingertip before lacing his fingers in yours with his free hand. Your teeth graze your bottom lip at the feel of his undivided attention.
His hand doesn’t leave yours as he continues to clean you, making his way down your back slowly - almost too slow, but you don’t rush him. You let him take his time, enjoying every second..
You can feel his breath clinging to the water on your back between every kiss. You moan quietly - his breath hitching, almost drowned out by the sound of running water.
The circles on your back are getting lower and lower, your muscles tightening in a sharp, helpless reaction, nerves flaring at the ghost of his touch.
When he gets low enough, he tugs at the hand he’s still holding, prompting you to face him again. You look down at him, chest rising in shallow breaths, as he looks into your eyes - quiet domination written in his.
You shiver from pleasure. Nothing has happened, but the intimacy of this moment burns hotter than the steam around you.
He continues to rub the sponge on you, never breaking eye contact as he peppers your stomach with featherlight kisses, slowly making his way up your body.
Your head falls back involuntarily but his hand tugs at your still intertwined fingers - a silent demand to look at him.
His bottom lip lingers on your skin for a moment as he takes you in. Your skin is flushed - from his touch, or perhaps from the scalding water, maybe both -, your eyes slightly hooded from pleasure, the droplets running down your face, caressing your skin in a thousand places at once.
He carefully rises to his feet, brushing his lips between your breasts, slowly making his way up your neck, meeting your mouth at last.
His kiss isn’t rushed, it’s deliberate. His soapy hand cups your chin as his nose nudges up for you to let him in, which you do in an instant.
The water mixes in with his warm lips as he kisses you like he has all the time in the world, tongue tracing yours in a quiet promise. An approving breath echoes in your mouth - not yours, but his. He holds you like you’re the most precious thing he owns, and you can’t help but melt into him.
Your hardened nipples press against his chest and you whimper as he moans, pressing his forehead against yours.
You press your lips against his once more, more urgent this time, and he reciprocates momentarily before pulling back, removing the wet hair from your face.
“I haven’t cleaned your legs.”
You watch as he kneels down, grabbing your right foot, and starting the cleaning process again. Your eyes are glued to his every move. His proximity to your exposed core makes your head spin, but your body is frozen in a state of awe. He slowly makes his way up your leg to your thigh.
You shiver as the sponge brushes against your sensitive clit, but he places your foot down before you can do anything, grabbing your other foot and repeating his movements.
This time, though, when he gets close enough, he doesn’t put your foot down. Instead, he hooks it above his shoulder, taking in the view of your glistening folds.
The water isn’t the only reason you’re dripping.
He watches you for a moment with starved eyes and you feel on the edge, desperate to know what he’ll do next.
He inhales slowly, as if to ground himself. You close your eyes, expectantly, and jolt at the unfamiliar sensation that suddenly grazes your clit.
You look down to see him washing you there, slower than he did for the rest of your body. His eyes keep shifting between your face and your core, as if torn between admiring your body and burning the look on your face in his brain forever.
The pleats and creases in the sponge mixed with the foam make for a feeling you’ve never experienced before. It’s like you’re being overstimulated, and yet the pressure is so slight it’s almost not there.
He presses a little harder and your hand slams on the shower wall, craving something to hold on to. His breathing is ragged from restraint - it’s taking everything in him to not touch you himself.
He continues his languid movements, drawing more and more whimpers out of you. Heat is already starting to gather in the pit of your stomach and you feel dizzy.
Your nails claw at the tile, eyelids fluttering, and without realising it, his name falls from your lips in a needy whisper.
He stills for a second. “Princess?”
“San…” You repeat more desperately, no other words coming to you.
Something in him switches - that quiet plea breaks all the restraints he was holding on to.
His voice drops. “Just keep saying my name Princess.”
You look down at him and the sight alone could make you cum - his hair is drenched, sticking to his forehead, his eyes heavy hooded and dark with need, his skin flushed but so ethereal in the shine of the water. The way he’s looking at you - desperate, eyebrows pulled together from the effort -, makes butterflies erupt in your chest.
At long last his mouth meets your tender clit, starved. Your cry explodes out of you at the familiar feeling and you instinctively grab his hair, inciting a groan from him. Your back slams against the wall, overwhelmed in the best possible way.
One hand on your leg, the other on your waist, kneading your skin, he devours you - his tongue creating all kinds of delicious patterns on your skin. You keep whimpering his name. In this moment, there’s nothing in the world but you and him. His touch is all encompassing and he’s all you can think of.
Your hips roll ever so slightly into him as you moan his name over and over.
His hard on is getting more difficult to ignore with every pass of his tongue, the rush of blood becoming painful. But he’s not done with you yet. You taste so good, so sweet, and so his.
He runs his fingertips against your wet folds, coating them, before carefully inserting a finger into you. A strangled breath stays stuck in your throat. His rhythm is calculated and precise, making sure to curl at the perfect angle - the one that makes your back arch and your head fall back.
His view is perfect to watch the way you respond to the feel of his finger and tongue, your hand in his hair bringing him closer to that taunting edge - the one that would force him to bury himself inside you.
Your body isn’t your own anymore, it’s his. It responds to his touch the way he knows it will, the way he expects. The roll of your hips is getting messier as the tension builds inside you, your knees faltering under the weight of his control - even his name is barely coherent as your brain fogs.
He can see and feel you getting closer as he inserts another finger and you cry out, his own moans growing desperate from looking at you.
You whine when he removes his tongue from your clit to watch you, but with his attention fully focused on his fingers, that loss quickly disappears from your mind. The way he hits that spot every time, whilst his eyes bore into you with so much intensity and admiration, finally undoes you.
Your entire body convulses as he continues to drive his fingers into your clenching walls, kissing the inside of your thigh on that thin sensitive skin. Your vision becomes blurry from the energy being drained out of you, and when you’re done, you collapse against the wall, your foot slipping off his shoulder as he holds you up. Your hand in his hair loosens and he grabs it, placing a kiss on your wrist as he stands.
“You look incredible Princess.”
You scoff, hazy, your senses slowly creeping back in. When you finally look at him, the bathroom light behind him glows like a halo, and you instinctively weave your arms around his shoulders to kiss him. That kiss doesn’t just say you love him, it says thank you for taking care of me.
And he knows it.
His hands wrap around your waist to pull you close, and you can feel the erection you didn’t even realise he still had. The brush of your skin against his sensitive tip incites a whimper from him.
His kiss grows hungrier, one hand finding your cheek as his other lifts you up slightly to place you on his length, and he slides in, slowly. Every inch he buries into you extracts a moan from him, your tightness proving just how sensitive and needy he is.
You’re standing on your tiptoes, unable to do much, but you don’t need to. His hips roll into you in a way you’ve never felt him do, and your head falls back. He takes this opportunity to kiss your neck, lifting you up higher so you wrap your legs around his waist. The angle is heavenly, your breath stuttering.
He doesn’t change his rhythm, continuing to sway to the riveting beat of the music you forgot was playing. His need for you is obvious, every touch a special detail - every rock of his hips, every kiss on your neck, every tightening grip of his fingertips on your waist.
His moans and whimpers are getting louder as he approaches his release, blurring with your gasps.
Gosh, you love hearing these breathless, desperate sounds coming from him - it breaks you every time. The heat builds in your core again, almost painful. You grab his neck, pulling him to you to swallow his wanting breaths, feeling them reverberating inside of you.
His hips drive into you with more intensity, chasing release, and you cry out as he groans your name over and over again, like he’s begging you to give him everything he needs and wants.
The rush comes without warning, shattering inside both of you. Your head falls against the wall again as your body goes limp from the pure bliss of that feeling as he rides it out inside of you.
When he’s done, he rests his forehead against your chest, trying to catch his breath. You run your hand in his hair, soothing, like you’re rewarding him for a job well done.
When he looks up at you, eyes sparkling, a grin tugs at his lips, and you know he’s utterly yours.
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