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—𖨆♡⃛𖨆 calmbf!seungcheol x f!reader genre: SMUT. established relationship synopsis: a long makeout session turns into something so so much more rating: 18+ minors do not interact!!!! warnings/content: makeout sesh, floor sex, unprotected sex(irl wrap it up ppl), softdom!seungcheol?, praising, creampie, different positions, p in v, multiple orgasms, eye contact, shower sex, bit of edging, bit of dirty talk, bit of oral f!receiving and m!receiving authors yap note: guys it’s been SOOO long hope everyone’s doing good i’ve had so many exams but few weeks ago they finished so now im finally free🙏(not for long tho...). since its been a while i decided to js bless u guys w smut and a whole damn lot of it my brain is so fried lets hope my smut writing isn’t rusty enjoyy mwah <3 requests are always open xxx
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the sun had dipped below the seoul skyline, painting the city in hues of amber and violet. seungcheols apartment living room was bathed in dim, warm light—only a few lamps switched on, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. music drifted from the speakers, some moody R&B playlist y/n had put on an hour ago, the bass low and thrumming through the floorboards.
she was lounging on the massive sectional, legs folded under her, scrolling through her phone. she’d changed into a loose, oversized sweater—one of seungcheol's actually—and tiny black shorts that disappeared beneath the hem. her hair was still slightly damp from her shower.
seungcheol walked in from the kitchen, a glass of water in hand. he’d changed into a simple gray t-shirt and joggers, his feet bare. his hair was still a little messed from the day.
"you’re wearing my sweater," he observed, settling onto the couch beside her.
"i’m stealing your sweater."
"clearly."
she grinned at him. "it’s comfortable. you should be flattered."
"i am." he set his glass on the side table and leaned back, arm draping along the back of the couch behind her. "what are you listening to?"
she angled her phone toward him. "that new R&B album I found. the one with the really good beat."
he listened for a moment. a slow, sultry track was playing—a woman's voice layered over a pulsing beat. the kind of song that made you want to move slow and close.
"good choice," he said.
they sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the music washing over them. y/n’s head drifted to rest against his shoulder. his hand found her hair, fingers threading through the damp strands, playing with the ends.
the next track started. slower. heavier. the bass vibrated through the floor.
y/n shifted, turning to face him. she straddled his lap in one fluid motion, settling onto his thighs, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of him. the sweater rode up, exposing the skin of her thighs.
seungcheol’s hands found her hips instantly, a reflexive grip.
"hi," she said, voice low.
"hi." his eyes traced her face in the dim light. "what’s this?"
"i felt like being close."
"you’re always close."
"closer, then."
she didn't wait for his response. she leaned in and kissed him.
it started soft—just a brush of lips, testing. but the air shifted between them, thickening. when she pulled back slightly, her breath ghosted over his mouth.
his hands tightened on her hips.
she kissed him again, harder this time. her mouth opened against his, tongue sliding along his lower lip. a low sound rumbled from his chest—not quite a groan, not quite a hum.
her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently at the short strands at the nape of his neck. his hands slid up her back, pulling her flush against him, the thin cotton of his t-shirt the only barrier between them.
the music rose, a woman’s voice crooning about wanting someone so badly she could feel it in her bones. it matched the beat of y/n’s pulse.
she moaned into his mouth, a soft, breathy sound that made seungcheol’s grip tighten. he kissed her deeper, slanting his mouth over hers, tongue sweeping inside. she tasted like mint from her toothpaste, and something warmer underneath.
minutes passed. five. ten. neither counted.
their bodies moved together, instinctive and unthinking. y/n rocked her hips forward, a slow, deliberate grind against his lap. the friction sent a spark through her, even through the layers of fabric.
seungcheol’s breath hitched.
he broke the kiss, forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard. "y/n."
"mhm?"
"that’s—" he inhaled sharply as she did it again, a slow, circular roll of her hips. "that’s not helping me stay calm."
"who said I want you calm?"
she kissed his jaw, then his neck, lips dragging over his pulse point. his head fell back against the couch, eyes fluttering shut. her teeth grazed his skin lightly, and his hands flew to her hips again, gripping, guiding.
and then he did it.
he started grinding back.
it was subtle at first—just a small counter-movement as she rolled her hips. but then he took control, his hands firm, pulling her into a rhythm. slow, deep, deliberate. the pressure built between her legs, a delicious ache.
y/n gasped, her mouth falling open against his neck. "fuck, seungcheol."
his response was a low growl, his hips pushing up to meet hers. the friction was maddening—just enough pressure to tease, not enough to satisfy. the fabric of his joggers and her shorts created a frustrating barrier, but the heat between them was undeniable.
she kissed him again, messy and desperate. their teeth knocked together once, but neither cared. her hands roamed—up his chest, over his shoulders, into his hair. his hands slid down to grip her ass, pulling her harder against him.
the music shifted to another track, equally slow, equally heavy. the bass vibrated through them.
fifteen minutes. twenty.
they were both breathing hard now, the air between them thick and hot. y/n’s sweater had ridden up to her ribs, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach. seungcheol’s hands slipped under the fabric, palms flat against her back, pulling her closer.
"fuck," she breathed against his lips. "this is—"
"don’t stop."
she wouldn't dream of it.
half an hour in, her legs were trembling from the sustained position, but she didn't want to move. didn’t want to break the rhythm. his hands were everywhere—her hips, her thighs, the curve of her waist, slipping under the sweater to trace her spine.
she moaned, the sound swallowed by his mouth.
he responded by grinding harder, his hips pressing up into hers with more force. a sharp gasp escaped her, and she bucked against him involuntarily.
"jesus, y/n." his voice was rough, strained.
"don’t stop," she echoed, throwing his words back at him.
he didn't.
forty-five minutes. the music played on—a new song, then another. time had lost all meaning. the only thing that existed was the heat of his body, the slide of his tongue, the pressure building and building with no release in sight.
y/n was soaked. she could feel it through her shorts, the fabric growing damp. and judging by the way seungcheol’s breathing had gone ragged, the way his grip had turned almost bruising, he was in no better shape.
she pulled back just enough to look at him. his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, lips swollen and red. his hair was disheveled from her fingers. he looked wrecked.
and he was looking at her.
"this is new," she murmured, voice husky. "you finally continuing the grinding."
he exhaled a shaky laugh. "you’re a bad influence."
"good influence." she rolled her hips again, slow and teasing. "i think it's hot."
"yeah?"
"yeah." she leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "you losing control a little. makes me feel powerful."
his hands tightened on her hips, almost painfully. "you feel powerful, huh?"
"mmhm."
he flipped them.
one moment she was on top, the next she was on her back, seungcheol hovering over her, his body pressing hers into the cushions. the surprise of it made her gasp, and then laugh, her hands coming up to frame his face.
"that’s one way to regain control," she said.
"regain?" he leaned down, lips ghosting over hers. "i never lost it. i just let you think you had it."
"liar."
"prove it."
she kissed him again, fierce and hungry. his thigh slid between hers, pressing against her core, and she arched into the contact with a stifled cry.
an hour. maybe more. they’d lost track completely.
the music was still playing—soft, sultry, a backdrop to the sounds of their breathing, their moans, the rustle of fabric. the living room was dark except for the lamplight. outside, the city glittered.
seungcheol’s mouth found her neck, kissing, sucking, teeth grazing. her head fell back, eyes closing, a long moan escaping her.
"fuck, cheol. just the making out is—" she couldn't finish the sentence. didn’t have the words.
"i know." his voice was a rumble against her skin. "i know."
he kissed her again, deep and slow, and she melted into him completely. her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, grinding up against him. the pressure was maddening, perfect, terrible.
another hour could have passed. or ten minutes. nothing existed except his mouth, his hands, the weight of his body pinning her down.
when they finally broke apart, gasping for air, both of them were a mess. her lips were swollen, his were red. her sweater was twisted around her torso, his t-shirt was bunched up around his ribs. her shorts were damp, and she could feel the evidence of his arousal pressed against her thigh.
he looked down at her, breathing hard, a strand of hair falling across his forehead.
"over an hour," he said, his voice hoarse.
"i know." she grinned up at him, flushed and breathless. "new record, maybe."
he let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a groan, dropping his forehead to her shoulder. "you’re going to kill me."
"but what a way to go."
he lifted his head, meeting her eyes. the look in them was intense, reverent.
"worth it," he murmured, echoing his thought from that morning. and then he kissed her again, slow and deep.
behind them, the music played on.
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by the time the playlist had looped twice, every article of clothing had been abandoned to the floor, and seungcheol had lifted her—her legs wrapped around his waist, mouth still locked on his—carried her to the rug in front of the cold fireplace.
the city glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. the bass from the speakers thrummed through the floorboards. but neither of them heard it anymore.
the only sound that mattered was her.
seungcheol had her beneath him on the plush rug, her hair a halo around her face, her eyes glazed and unfocused. he was propped above her, his forearms bracketing her head, his hips nestled between her thighs.
he was still. just for a moment. feeling her.
she was already dripping, soaking, her body slick and ready. her cunt pulsed around nothing, clenching and releasing, desperate for him.
"cheol," she breathed, her voice wrecked already. "please. don’t make me wait."
he usually would. he usually made her beg, made her squirm, made her tell him exactly what she wanted. he usually drew it out until she was shaking.
but tonight, something was different.
the control he guarded so carefully—the measured patience—it was fraying at the edges. the way she looked up at him, flushed and wanting, her lips swollen from their earlier kissing, her body open and ready.
he couldn't hold back.
he entered her in one smooth, deep thrust.
not slow. not teasing. a single, decisive stroke that buried him to the hilt.
y/n’s back arched off the rug, a cry torn from her throat. "fuck—seungcheol—"
he groaned, his head dropping forward, his forehead pressing to hers. the heat of her. the tightness. the way she gripped him immediately, her walls clenching.
"y/n." her name was a prayer and a curse.
then he started to move.
there was no rhythm at first. no deliberate pacing. just pure, consuming need. he pulled back and drove in again, hard enough to make her gasp, hard enough to make the rug shift beneath them.
she took it. all of it. her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper.
"like that," she moaned. "just like that."
"fuck, y/n, you feel—" he couldn't finish. the words dissolved into a groan as she clenched around him.
six minutes in, his composure was gone.
his thrusts had found a tempo, but it wasn't his usual measured cadence. it was rougher, hungrier. his hips slammed into hers, the sound of their bodies meeting loud and wet.
squelch. squelch. squelch.
the sound was obscene. every time he drove into her, the evidence of her arousal coated his cock, a thick, milky white ring visible at the base. it smeared across her inner thighs, pooled beneath her. the noise of it filled the room—a slick, rhythmic suction that matched his pace.
y/n’s head was thrown back, her mouth open, her moans incoherent. "cheol—cheol—fuck, cheol—"
"right there?" his voice a strained growl.
"yes—yes—don't stop—please—"
he hit something deeper. that spot only he had ever found. the one that made her vision white out and her toes curl. her eyes flew open, finding his, and she sobbed his name.
"seungcheol!"
"there." he drove into it again, harder. "right there, baby. i’ve got you."
the talk was fragmenting. he was supposed to be the one whispering praise, guiding her through it, keeping his voice steady and calm. but now he was groaning with every drive, his own control slipping, his own pleasure building faster than he could manage.
"y/n. fuck. you’re gonna make me—"
"please," she begged, not even knowing what she was asking for. more? release? both? "please, cheol—"
he couldn't answer. he just fucked her. harder. faster. the squelch grew louder, obscene and wet, her cream coating him entirely now, dripping down his balls, soaking into the rug beneath them.
her face was a picture of pure surrender. eyes rolled she, lips parted, cheeks flushed. She was gone. completely gone. just a vessel of pleasure, taking everything he gave her.
"cumming," she gasped, the word a broken whisper. "i’m cumming, cheol—"
"hold on," he managed, but his voice cracked.
she didn't hold on. she came—hard. her walls clamped down around him, pulsing, milking, and the sound that escaped her was a high, keening moan that dissolved into his name.
"fuck," he groaned, her climax triggering his own, threatening to pull him over the edge.
he pulled out.
it took every shred of willpower he had left.
her body shuddered, empty, her eyes flying open in confusion. "why—"
"i need—" he was breathing like he'd run a marathon. “i need to see you. i need—"
he pulled her with him, rolling them onto their sides so they faced each other. he lifted her leg over his hip, guided himself back inside, and sank into her warmth again.
the angle was different. deeper. sweeter.
her arms wrapped around his neck. his hand cupped her jaw.
and they started to kiss.
hungry. desperate. open-mouthed and messy. their tongues slid together, and she moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed every sound she made. his hips rocked into her, slower now but no less intense. every stroke was a statement, a need, a craving.
"cheol," she breathed against his lips.
"y/n." he kissed her again, then broke away to press his mouth to her neck. his teeth grazed her pulse, then clamped down—a sharp, possessive bite.
she gasped, her hips bucking.
he sucked a mark into her skin, hard enough that it would bloom purple by morning. a reminder.
"seungcheol," she moaned, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him there.
he moved lower, kissing her collarbone, biting again, marking her. she didn't stop him. she pushed into it, offering her throat to him like an altar.
"good girl," he whispered against her skin, and the praise made her clench around his cock. "such a good girl for me."
she was trembling. her moans were breathless, broken, staccato bursts against his ear. "cheol—i’m close—I'm so close—"
"me too." his voice was raw. "come with me."
he kissed her again, deep and consuming, and she moaned into his mouth as her second orgasm crested.
but he held on. just barely.
"i’m gonna fill you up," he growled. "gonna fill you up so good. take it. take all of it."
"yes—yes—cheol—now—please now—"
they broke the kiss at the same time. foreheads pressed together. Eyes locked.
she shattered.
her body convulsed around him, her moan a long, desperate cry of his name. and he followed her instantly, the sight of her face, the sound of her voice, the grip of her body—it pulled him under.
he groaned, long and low, his hips pressing into her, burying himself deep. he pulsed inside her, hot and thick, filling her exactly the way he'd promised. "good girl... take it all..."
they stayed like that. joined. breathing. shaking.
his forehead rested against hers. her hands were tangled in his hair. her legs were still wrapped around him, keeping him close.
he pulled out slowly, carefully, a trickle of his release escaping her. but he didn't move away. he stayed beside her, pulling her into his arms, her back against his chest, both of them slick with sweat and the evidence of what they'd done.
for a long moment, there was only breathing.
then she turned in his arms, facing him, and kissed him.
soft this time. lazy. a slow, tender exploration. her lips brushed his, gentle, reverent. he kissed her back, his hand sliding into her hair, cradling her head.
"love you," she murmured against his mouth.
"love you more." he kissed the corner of her lips. "so much."
she smiled, her eyes already heavy. the adrenaline was fading, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion. the warm weight of his body, the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her ear.
she kissed his chest, just once, a featherlight press of lips.
his hand traced lazy circles on her back.
the music had ended. the speakers were silent. the only sound was their breathing, slowing, deepening.
"should shower," he mumbled, his own voice thick with sleep.
"mm." she didn't move. "in a minute."
"just a minute," he agreed, his eyes already closing.
she tucked her face into the crook of his neck. his arm tightened around her. the city glittered beyond the window, but inside, they were cocooned in warmth and each other.
sleep came quietly. unexpectedly. without permission.
they didn't make it to the shower.
they didn't even make it to the bed.
they fell asleep right there on the rug, tangled in each other, his release still cooling on her thighs, her marks blooming on his neck and shoulders, the room still smelling of sex and love and surrender.
his last conscious thought was the feeling of her soft breath against his collarbone.
hers was the sound of his heartbeat, steady now, finally calm again.
and they slept.
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the first thing y/n registered was the sunlight.
not the dim, moody glow of the city at night, but the soft golden wash of a seoul morning filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. it painted the room in pale warmth, catching the dust motes floating lazily in the air.
the second thing was the ache.
a deep, pleasant soreness settled between her thighs. a pull in her lower back. the tender sting of teeth marks on her neck when she shifted against the pillow. every nerve ending felt raw and satisfied, like she'd been taken apart and put back together.
the third was seungcheol’s arm, heavy and warm, wrapped around her waist from behind.
she blinked awake slowly, her lashes sticky. the rug beneath them was rumpled, tangled, the evidence of last night's chaos pressed deep into the fibers. a dried slickness clung to her inner thighs—his release mixed with hers, a physical reminder of how thoroughly they'd broken each other.
she turned her head carefully.
seungcheol was awake. of course he was. work hours had permanently rewired his internal clock—he could function on four hours of sleep and still wake up at dawn. he was propped on one elbow, looking down at her with that calm, steady expression she knew so well. his dark hair was mussed, and neck marked with scratches from her nails.
"how long have you been watching me?" her voice came out rough, sleep-thick.
"long enough." he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "good morning, beautiful."
"good morning, mr. choi." she stretched, wincing pleasantly as her muscles protested. "i think you broke me."
his mouth curved into that quiet, possessive smile. "i think you broke me first."
she laughed softly, the sound raspy. "you let go last night. i’ve never seen you like that."
"i couldn't help it." His thumb traced her cheek, featherlight. "You were so perfect."
"don’t apologize. it was incredible."
"i’m not apologizing." he kissed the corner of her mouth. "i just... i usually keep myself in check.“
she smiled, reaching up to touch his face. "well, i like what I bring out of you."
she tried to sit up and immediately regretted it. every muscle in her lower body sang with overuse. her thighs ached. her hips ached. even her abs ached from the way she'd wrapped herself around him.
"oh, wow," she breathed, pressing a hand to her stomach. "i’m sore."
seungcheol’s smile deepened. "good."
"you’re insane."
"you love it." he sat up, then stood, offering her his hand. "come on. let’s get you cleaned up."
she took his hand, and he lifted her effortlessly—of course he did, with that build—her feet dangling as he carried her toward the bathroom bridal-style. she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"uhm i can walk."
"i know." he kissed her temple. "i don't want you to."
the bathroom was warm, steam already starting to rise as he adjusted the water. he set her down carefully on the edge of the massive tub, then stepped into the shower to test the temperature.
y/n watched him, this tall, composed man who spent his days working hard for others, standing under the spray completely naked, his back still marked with her scratches. the ridges were pink, raised. she’d gripped him hard last night.
"you have some new decorations," she said.
he glanced over his shoulder. "you mean the marks you left on me?"
"mmhm." she stood, walking toward him. "i think they suit you."
"you think everything suits me."
"it does."
she joined him under the water, the heat cascading over her shoulders, washing away the dried sweat and cum from the night before. she sighed, tilting her head back, letting it soak her hair.
seungcheol moved behind her, his hands finding her waist. he guided her under the stream, then reached for the body wash. he used her sponge and spread the soap across her shoulders, down her arms, over the curve of her hips.
he washed her slowly. deliberately. the same measured care he applied to everything.
"this is nice," she murmured, leaning back against his chest.
"i like taking care of you." his lips pressed to her wet shoulder. "you let me take care of you."
"always."
he turned her around to face him. the water streamed over them, steam swirling, their skin slick and warm. she looked down, then back up with a knowing smile.
"someone's feeling better already."
he was hard. thick and heavy between them, pressed against her stomach.
"you have that effect on me." his voice was calm, but there was heat underneath it. "every single time."
she sank to her knees.
the tile was cool against her skin, the water warm on her back. she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. he was already slick from the water, heavy in her grip.
she took him into her mouth slowly. deliberately. mirroring his own patience.
his hand found her wet hair, fingers threading through it, not guiding—just holding. he let her work him at her own pace, her tongue sliding along his length, her lips sealing around him. she took him deep, her throat relaxing to accommodate him, and the sound he made was a low, appreciative groan.
"fuck, y/n."
she looked up at him while she sucked him, keeping eye contact the way he loved. his jaw was tight, his composure fraying at the edges again. but he didn't push. he let her control the pace.
after a long minute, he pulled her gently to her feet and pressed her back against the cool tile, the contrast making her gasp. then he dropped to his knees, lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder, and buried his face between her legs.
"cheol—"
"shhh." his voice was muffled against her flesh.
his tongue found her clit immediately, slow and deliberate, circling it with a precision that made her knees buckle. she grabbed the shower caddy for support, her knuckles white, her head falling back against the tile.
he ate her like a man savouring a meal. groaning against her flesh. his fingers slid into her, curling, searching, finding that deep spot that made her vision blur.
"fuck—seungcheol—" Her voice cracked. "right there—"
he doubled down, his tongue working her clit in tight, steady circles while his fingers fucked her slowly, pressing into that spot over and over. her hips bucked against his face. she was already trembling, already close.
he backed off.
just barely. pulled his fingers out. lifted his head, water streaming down his face, and looked up at her.
"not yet."
"you’re a monster."
"as i always say, you love it." He stood, pressing his body against hers, his cock sliding along her slick folds. "i want to feel you come around me."
he lifted her other leg. she wrapped both around his waist, her back against the tile, completely supported by him. he guided himself to her entrance and pushed in.
inch by inch.
her mouth fell open, her eyes fluttering. he filled her completely, paused at the hilt, letting her adjust to his girth. the stretch was perfect. the fullness was everything.
"this," he said, his voice strained, "is how i wanted to fuck you last night. so i could feel every part of you."
he pulled out almost all the way, then pushed back in with a smooth roll of his hips. the water sluiced over them, steam swirling, their skin slick and sliding. he kept the rhythm measured, controlled, exactly as his body craved.
"look at me."
she forced her eyes open. met his gaze.
"pretty girl.”
"ah-cheol-" she moaned.
"good girl." he kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips. "you’re taking me so well. squeezing me so tight."
the pace stayed slow. torturous. every stroke was a declaration, a promise. he filled her completely, paused at the hilt, let her feel the weight of him, then withdrew and repeated the motion. the wet sound of their bodies meeting echoed off the tiles, obscene and rhythmic.
"please," she begged. "please, cheol—i’m so close—"
"i know." he was breathing hard now, his control wavering. "but i want you to hold it for me."
she nodded, biting her lip, her face contorted with the effort of holding back. her nails dug into his shoulders. he kept fucking her. slow. deep.
his mouth found her neck. he sucked a fresh mark into her already branded skin, hard enough to ache, hard enough to bruise.
"mine."
"yours."
"tell me you're mine."
"i’m yours, cheol." her voice broke. "fuck—I'm always yours."
"that’s right." he kissed her, open-mouthed and hungry, swallowing her moans. "come for me, baby. come on my cock. now."
she shattered.
her orgasm tore through her, violent and total. her walls clamped around him, pulsing, milking, and her cry was swallowed by his mouth. he drove into her twice more, deep and hard, then followed her over the edge with a groan that vibrated against her lips.
he pulsed inside her, hot and thick, holding her tight against the tile until he was completely spent.
they stayed like that for a long moment. joined. panting. steam curling around them.
he pulled out slowly and set her down, her legs shaky beneath her. she leaned into him, her face pressed against his chest.
"i’m never going to walk again," she mumbled.
he laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest. "i’ll carry you everywhere."
pairing: boyfriend!mingyu x f!reader genre: jealousy, smut, established relationship synopsis: a harmless touch turns into something mingyu can’t quite shake. he doesn’t rlly say much in the moment. he doesn’t need to. later in the quiet he reminds y/n exactly who she belongs to. rating: 18+(minors do not interact!!!) warnings: jealous sex, jealous!mingyu, dom!mingyu, hmm lowkey mean!mingyu, jealous talk, dirty talk kinda, reader has multiple orgasms, reader teases mingyu?, different positions, overstimulation, edging, cum swallowing, throat fucking, aftercare authors yap note: chat i genuinely liked this story i thought it was so fun to write idek why i swr jealous mingyu is lowkey so fine hello mingyu n scoups biceps have js been speaking to me so i js thought why not write smth mingyu’s a bit harsh but ofc i had to add sprinkles of niceness for realism heh anyways as always hope yall enjoy <3
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The restaurant was one of those hidden spots that felt like it had been waiting for them specifically. Dim golden lights bounced off the dark wood, soft jazz hummed from a corner speaker, and the scent of sizzling meat mixed with garlic floated through the air. Mingyu had insisted she come, dragging y/n along like it was non-negotiable, muttering something about “best dumplings outside Seoul” and rolling his eyes when she complained. God forbid she didn’t want to spend her evening with 13 men for once.
When it came time to order drinks, Mingyu split off almost immediately, moving ahead with practiced ease to talk to the staff like he’d been there before. Y/N slowed without thinking, falling into step beside S.Coups as their conversation picked up, casual and easy. They split off unplanned, no one announcing where they were headed because they all already knew.
Seungcheol and Y/N had gotten stuck on gym talk again. It always happened. Complaints about his schedules, jokes about how Seventeen somehow lived between the practice room and the gym room, light teasing about who skipped leg day last.
“You and Mingyu are actually kind of similar,” Y/N said,“You both take the gym seriously.”
He laughed, the sound deep and automatic. He flexed without even realizing he’d done it. Habit. Muscle memory more than ego.
She tilted her head, squinting as if she was inspecting something. Her mouth tugged into a grin.
“Your biceps are kind of the same too.”
And then, without pause, she reached out.
Her fingers wrapped around his arm, squeezing experimentally. Not dramatic. Curious. Amused. Four seconds before she let go, like she’d gathered the information she needed and casually moved on.
It was completely innocent. Maybe even sibling-coded. The kind of thing Y/N did without thinking twice.
“I guess gym finally paid off, right” he laughed. The air stayed light, uncharged, unimportant.
Until Mingyu turned around.
He didn’t even hear the conversation. Didn’t catch the tone or the context. From his angle, all he saw was his girlfriends hand on his best friends arm. The laughter. The comfort.
There was a pause.
Not long enough for anyone else to notice but just long enough for something to tighten in his chest.
“…Oh.”
It showed first in his face. A subtle shift as his brows drew together just slightly as his brain caught up to what his eyes were seeing. He trusted her. He trusted his members. That wasn’t in question.
But instinct didn’t care about logic.
By the time he walked back over, the moment had already passed. His expression smoothed out, features resetting into something neutral and familiar. If someone was watching closely, they might have caught it. That half-second where he chose calm.
“What are you two laughing about?” he asked, voice easy, almost too lazy.
Seungcheol answered, “She was comparing our arms. Said we’re similar.”
Y/N turned to Mingyu and grinned, completely at ease.
“Yeah. Gym bros.”
That did it, as there was no hesitation in her voice, not watching his reaction, wasn’t backtracking or explaining herself. To her, it hadn’t even registered as something that could be weird.
Mingyu let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Please. Mine are bigger.”
As he spoke, he stepped closer without thinking, his shoulder brushing hers settling his hand lightly at her lower back. Not tight. Not showy. Just there. A quiet, unconscious claim that didn’t need words.
Y/N leaned into him immediately. No glance down. No hesitation. Muscle memory clearly taking over.
Seungcheol noticed, of course. He wasn’t blind. A knowing smirk crossed his face, but he didn’t tease. He just laughed and waved them forward saying, “Alright, alright. Drinks.”
The moment passed. Or at least, it looked like it did.
Later, much later, when the night had quieted and the world had shrunk down to the two of them, it came back up. Mingyu lay on his back beside her, staring at the ceiling like he was thinking about nothing at all. Then, casually, almost lazily, he said, “You’re very handsy, you know that?”
Y/N laughed, confused, turning onto her side. “With who?”
He glanced at her, eyes cutting sideways. “Don’t squeeze my leader’s arm again.”
She blinked. Then laughed harder. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said, tone calm but firm in that way that meant he was serious even if he didn’t sound it.
She propped herself up on one elbow, eyes bright now. “What happens if I do? Hm? Mingyu?” Her tone was light, playful, but laced with heat that made his pulse quicken.
Pure taunt. Pure tease.
He’d been holding back the whole night but her words ignited him. Mingyu surged up, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, his hands sliding to her waist to haul her against him. She melted into it, fingers threading through his hair as their tongues tangled. He broke away, breath ragged, and stripped her shirt over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra followed, freeing her breasts, nipples already hardening in the cool air. “You want to know what I'll do?' he growled, shoving her back onto the couch and climbing over her. 'I'll fuck you until you forget anyone else's name.”
Y/N’s hands gripped his biceps, nails digging in as he yanked her pants down her legs, leaving her bare. He shed his own clothes quickly, his cock springing free, thick and hard. Positioning himself between her thighs in missionary, he rubbed the head along her slick pussy, coating himself in her wetness. “Spread for me,” he ordered, and she did, legs falling open wider. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her walls until he was buried to the max.
“Fuck, so tight,” he grunted, holding still to let her adjust. Y/N’s grip tightened on his arms, her body arching up. He started thrusting, deep and steady, each slide pulling moans from her throat. “Seungcheol can't fuck you like this, can he?” Mingyu demanded, voice harsh as he picked up pace, hips snapping forward. “Can he? Answer me.”
Y/N could only whimper, her head tossing side to side, words lost in the building pleasure. “M-Mingyu...” she gasped, but he slowed, pulling almost all the way out, denying her the friction. “Answer,” he repeated, circling her clit with his thumb but not enough to push her over. She bucked her hips desperately, holding onto his thick biceps like a lifeline, muscles straining under her fingers. “No... only you...”
Satisfied, he slammed back in, fucking her harder, his free hand pinning her hip down. He edged her twice more, bringing her to the brink with relentless strokes and clit rubs, then stopping, making her sob with need. “Beg for it,” he said, teeth grazing her neck. “Please, Mingyu, let me cum,” she pleaded, voice breaking. He drove into her faster, thumb pressing her clit until she shattered, pussy clenching around him in waves, but he pulled out before he could finish, chest heaving.
“On your knees,” he commanded, sitting back. Y/N scrambled up, mouth watering at the sight of his slick cock. She took him in, lips wrapping around the head, tongue swirling as she bobbed down, taking him deep. Her hands braced on his thighs, but he grabbed her hair, guiding her rhythm. “Suck it like you mean it,” he said roughly, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat, saliva dripping down her chin. The sight pushed him over—“Fuck, take it”—and he came, hot spurts filling her mouth. Y/N swallowed greedily, licking him clean with a dazed smile.
Not done, Mingyu flipped her onto all fours, gripping her hips and slamming back inside her soaked pussy. “Still dripping for me,” he said, spanking her ass lightly. He fucked her brutally, balls slapping her ass, one hand reaching around to pinch her nipple. Y/N pushed back, moaning loudly, but he didn't let up, overstimulating her sensitive nerves. Her second orgasm hit fast and hard from the relentless pace, body shaking as she cried out, but he kept thrusting through it, drawing out whimpers that bordered on pain and pleasure.
“Can't stop now,” he growled, pulling out to stroke himself. He came on her back in thick ropes, marking her skin, watching it pool on her. Y/N collapsed forward, panting, but he wasn't finished. He rolled her onto her back again, sliding into her cum-slick pussy for the final round in missionary. “One more, I know you can do one more baby,”he murmured, slower now but deep, her legs wrapping around him. She clutched his biceps again, pulling him closer as he ground against her g-spot.
“You're mine,” he said, jealousy flaring in his tone. “Seungcheol can't have this—can't make you scream like I do.” Y/N nodded frantically, another orgasm building from the overstimulation, her moans incoherent. He chased his own release, thrusting erratically until he buried deep and came inside her, flooding her with warmth, mixing with her juices.
They both slumped, sweaty and spent. Mingyu pulled out gently, kissing her, grabbing a warm cloth from the bathroom to clean her up, wiping her stomach and between her legs with care. He tucked her into his side under the blankets, pressing soft kisses to her temple. “You okay?” he asked, voice tender now.
Y/N nuzzled his chest, tracing his arm. “Yeah... and I won't touch his arm again. Promise.” She smiled up at him, and he chuckled, holding her tighter, enveloping her in his warmth.
pairing: husband!wonwoo x f!reader genre: fluff, smut, domestic synopsis: months into marriage, wonwoo and y/n move through their days with the ease of people who chose each other. nothing dramatic happens, and that’s kind of the point. rating: 18+ (minors do not interact!!!!) warnings: unprotected sex(wrap it up gng✌️), shower sex, kitchen sex, wonwoo talks her thru it at some point, multiple orgasms,(like two lol) dom!wonwoo, pet names(baby, good girl?..)two ppl who r just subtly down bad asf authors yap note: hope u enjoy, had an off day so i js got on w writing this, never written for wonwoo before but i will not disappoint, yall better like the smut i tried fr😔 i fear on some parts i cooked i do love writing realistic descriptive scenes thanks for reading btw ♡
MASTERLIST
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Wonwoo wakes up before her.
It’s not intentional. He doesn’t plan it. He just opens his eyes and the room is still dim, quiet in that early-morning way where the world hasn’t decided to start yet. The curtains breathe softly with the subtle breeze as the electric clock on the bedside table blinks a forbidden hour. Y/N is curled toward him, blanket pulled up all the way to her shoulders, her hair messy in the way sleep never fails to cause. Her face is relaxed, unguarded. No smile. No awareness. Just her.
He watches her for a moment longer than necessary.
And between half-asleep and fully awake, his thoughts drift, into a feeling. Standing beside her months ago, hands steady even though his chest wasn’t. The weight of the ring when he slid it on. The quiet after everyone left. Waking up next to her for the first time and realizing this wasn’t temporary. Its forever
She was forever.
He reaches out, slow, careful not to wake her, and brushes a stray strand of hair away from her face. His thumb lingers near her temple. She stirs a bit, brows knitting for half a second, but she doesn’t wake yet. She exhales and settles again into him, closer this time, like her body knows where it belongs even when her mind is asleep.
Wonwoo smiles to himself.
Eventually, she wakes on her own. A small shift. Then a small sound, like a hum she doesn’t realize she makes. Her eyes open halfway, unfocused, then unconsciously land on him.
“…Why are you staring at me?” Y/N says, her voice thick with sleep.
He doesn’t even pretend. “Can’t I?”
She squints, clearly suspicious. “You look like you’re thinking way too hard for this… ungodly hour.”
“Maybe I am.” he shrugs.
She laughs softly, reaches out and pokes his cheek. “Bold of you to admit all this so early in the morning.”
Wonwoo catches her hand, presses it gently back to the mattress. “At least you’re awake now.”
“Unfortunately,” Y/N sighs, then peeks at the clock half annoyed. “It’s illegal for it to be this early.”
He hums in agreement and sits up. “Well I’m going to shower.” She watches him swing his legs off the bed, eyes following him like she’s still kind of waking up. Then she sits up too. “…Can I come in?” she half jokes, half wanting him to say yes with ulterior motives clearly in her mind.
He pauses mid-stand and looks back at her. “If you want.”
Her eyes widen in excitement and shock, “Really?”
“Well,” he says calmly, “yeah.”
She grins, already sliding out of bed. “Okay. Okay yeah.”
Wonwoo shakes his head, amused, and heads toward the bathroom while Y/N follows immediately, steps light and quick, like she might lose the chance if she doesn’t keep up.
They both quickly undress and Wonwoo turns the shower on as the steam quickly fills the bathroom and he steps into the shower first, the hot water cascading over his broad shoulders and down his toned chest.
He turns to watch Y/N follow, her naked body glistening under the spray as she joins him. Her full breasts bounce slightly with each step, nipples already hardening from the warmth and anticipation.
He pulls her close, his hands sliding over her wet skin, gripping her hips firmly. He leans down and captures her mouth in a deep kiss, tongues tangling as the water pounded around them. She presses against him, feeling his cock harden against her stomach, thick and ready.
Y/N reaches down, wrapping her fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip. Wonwoo groans into her mouth, his hands moving up to cup her breasts, thumbs circling her stiff nipples. He pinches them lightly, making her gasp and arch into his touch. Breaking the kiss, Wonwoo spins her around so her back was to him, pressing her against the cool tile wall, the contrast of the hot water and cold surface making her shiver. He kisses the nape of her neck, trailing his lips down her spine while one hand slipped between her thighs.
His fingers find her pussy, already slick with arousal despite the water. He parts her folds, rubbing her clit in firm circles. Y/N moans, pushing back against him, her ass grinding into his bulge. 'Fuck me,' she whispers, her voice husk over the sound of the shower. Wonwoo doesn’t hesitate. He positions his cock at her entrance, the head nudging her wet lips. With a thrust, he buries himself inside her, filling her completely. Y/N cries out, her hands bracing against the wall as he started pounding into her from behind. The rhythm builds quickly, his hips slapping against her ass with each deep stroke. Water streams down their bodies, making every movement slick and urgent. Wonwoo reaches around, his fingers returning to her clit, rubbing faster to match his deep thrusts.
Y/N’s legs trembled as pleasure coiled tight in her core. She rocks back to meet him, taking him deeper. 'Harder,' she demands, and Wonwoo obliges, gripping her waist and slamming into her pussy with relentless force. Her orgasm hit first, waves crashing through her as she clenched around his cock, crying out his name. Wonwoo followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time before pulling out and spilling his cum across her ass, the white streaks mixing with the water and washing away.
They stay like that for some moments, panting under the spray, before Wonwoo turns her to face him again. He kisses her softly, the intensity fading into satisfied warmth.
Later, the apartment hums with afternoon quiet.
Wonwoo is on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, a book open in his hands. His glasses have slipped just slightly down his nose, unnoticed. The TV is on, volume low, defo more background than entertainment.
Y/N passes by on her way to the kitchen, stops for half a second, reaches out, and nudges his glasses back up with one finger. She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t even look at him. Just keeps walking.
Wonwoo doesn’t look up either.
He smiles.
A few minutes later, she’s back, flopping down on the couch beside him. He turns a page.
“Come here,” he says.
Y/N immediately scoots closer, tucking herself against his side, head resting on his shoulder. He adjusts without thinking, angling the book so it’s comfortable, his arm settling around her waist like muscle memory. She watches her favourite show on the TV, while he reads, their breathing automatically syncing.
After a while, he closes the book, saying, “I bought a new camera.”
Y/N’s head lifts instantly. “Really?”
He nods, already reaching for it. “Yeah. The lens is different from my last one.”
She sits up, fully invested, watching him talk about it. He explains specs, features, little things that only excite him. She listens, smiling, eyes soft, because she loves this version of him. The focused one. The passionate one. Y/N has no idea the difference between the different features of the camera but she doesn’t care. She just loves to see her husband, her life talk.
When he finishes, she tilts her head asking, “Have you taken a photo yet?”
“…Not yet.”
She gestures at herself, mock offended. “Wow. I’m right here.”
He laughs. “Then pose.”
She gasps, “Wait, no. I’m not ready.”
She fusses for a moment, fixing her hair, changing positions twice. Wonwoo watches through the lens, thinking about how she’s beautiful even before she settles. Especially then.
The shutter clicks.
“Pretty.” Wonwoo mutters, just loud enough for Y/N to hear. She smiles at him fondly.
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They get hungry not long after.
So Y/N moves to the kitchen, already pulling out ingredients to make their favourite stew, while Wonwoo stays on the couch, book open again, listening to the sounds she makes. Chopping. Stirring. Humming random songs under her breath.
She’s fifteen minutes into cooking when he finally gets up.
Y/N turns when she hears him. “Hey my love” she says brightly, like she hasn’t seen him all day.
He steps into her space and just wraps his arms around her and she hugs him back immediately. He kisses her forehead. Then her nose. Then her lips, long and slow, lingering there, one hand steady at her waist.
She smiles against him. “It’s simmering. Thirty minutes.”
He leans closer. “So you’re bored?”
“Very.”
Y/N sits on the counter as he edges closer to her. Their eyes meet. She looks at one, then the other, then his lips. She reaches up, removes his glasses, and once again kisses him slowly.
When they pull apart, he murmurs, “I think I can think of something to do in those minutes.”
She smiles.
Wonwoo guides her back onto the cool granite countertop, her legs parting instinctively as he stepped between them, his hands firm on her thighs.
"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, eyes locked on hers. His fingers trace up her inner thigh, brushing the edge of her panties, already feeling the damp heat radiating from her core. She was soaked in seconds, her body responding to his touch like it always did—eager, and dripping with anticipation.
A soft moan escapes her lips as he hooks his fingers into the fabric and tugs it aside, exposing her slick folds. "Look at you, already so wet for me. You love this, don't you? Being spread out like this all for me." Wonwoo leans in, his breath hot against her skin, and presses a thumb to her clit, circling slowly. Her hips bucked, a whimper turning into a full-throated groan. "Shh, just feel it," he instructs, sliding two fingers along her entrance, teasing before pushing inside her tight heat. She clenches around him immediately, her pussy clenching and releasing in rhythmic pulses. "That's my girl. Let me hear you. Tell me how good it feels when I fuck you with my fingers like this." He curls them upward, hitting that spot that makes her vision blur, her back arching off the counter.
"Oh god... yes..." Y/N gasps, her voice breaking into a series of desperate moans, hands gripping the edge of the counter for leverage. Her thighs tremble around his waist, but he held her steady, pumping his fingers deeper, faster, his thumb relentless on her swollen clit.
Wonwoo watches Y/N’s face contort in pleasure, her lips parted, breaths coming in ragged pants. "You're making such a mess on my hand already. Imagine what my cock's gonna do to you." With his free hand, he unzips his jeans, freeing his thick shaft, hard and throbbing. He strokes himself once, twice, the tip glistening as he positioned it at her entrance, rubbing it through her wetness.
"Beg for it," he demands, his tone brooking no argument. "Tell me you want me to fill that soaking pussy."
"Please... fuck me Wonwoo," she moans, her words dissolving into incoherent cries as he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Her walls stretch around him, gripping tight, and she shatters almost immediately, her first orgasm ripping through her with a scream that echoed off the kitchen tiles. He doesn’t stop, gripping her hips and pounding into her relentlessly, the counter creaking under the force, overstimulating her in the process. "Good girl, coming all over my cock like that. Now take it deeper—feel every inch." Each thrust elicits louder moans from her, her body a quivering wreck, nails digging into his shoulders as a wave of pleasure crashed over her again, his words guiding her through it all.
Later, the stew is ready.
They sit at the dining table, eating quietly. Wonwoo looks up after a few bites. “This is really good.”
She grins. “I know.”
She tilts her head, smirking, “You know what else tastes good?”
pairing: idol!Kim Mingyu x idol!reader genre: idol au, friends to lovers, unlabelled relationship, tension, other kpop idols present, casual idol meet-up, slow burn - Synopsis: y/n and mingyu are already acting like a couple but they’re forced to confront how obvious their feelings have become, not through confession, but through the way others see them.. rating: 13+. authors yap note: first fic, hope yall enjoy <3 you guys also gotta tell me if u think i should use y/n, a real random name, first person or “you are doing ___” as the POV since idk what’s better😓 i do like writing in third person cuz i like talking about everyone’s reactions
MASTERLIST
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Y/N is in one of those long tables in a warm, low-lit, private restaurant. The plates are half-finished. Drinks sweating on coasters. The vibe is loud, comfortable, and slightly chaotic. Y/N and Mingyu are sitting next to each other. Not across. Next. Their shoulders occasionally brushing as she constantly tells herself it’s simply casual.
While the others are talking at some point they both get up to grab more food from the shared menu situation and they’re standing side by side when the server comes over. She looks friendly, about in her mid-30s. Observant. The kind of woman who has seen everything. She smiles and says, easy, conversational:
“So, what can I get for you two?”
“Uhh can we get two seafood pancakes and one kimchi pancake please?” Y/N asks.
Mingyu sees she’s finished speaking and adds, “Then two large tteokbokki. We’ll also get one budae jjigae and one kimchi jjigae. For mains, three bibimbap, two japchae, one spicy pork rice, and one cold noodles. And can we get extra rice—like three bowls—and extra side dishes, please?”
But as she’s writing it down, she glances between them, clocking the body language, the way Mingyu automatically waits for Y/N to finish speaking, and the way Y/N leans into him very slightly when she talks.
So she asks, lightly:
“So how long have you guys been together?”
Silence.
Not long.
But thick.
Y/N freezes. Basically glitching. Big eyes. Looks at Mingyu. Mingyu looks back at her.
Not panicked. Just… caught.
Meanwhile at the table:
Jungkook’s chopsticks stops mid-air. Hoshi’s eyes widen like saucers. Seungkwan straight up gasps, being dramatic. Nayeon covers her mouth, already half smiling. Jihyo blinks slowly thinking, “Oh this is good. Seungcheol just leans back, arms crossed, grinning like he just won mafia.
All of them were half shocked, half excited.
Before either of them can answer, Y/N lets out a small, awkward laugh.
She says honestly, gently:
“Oh— we’re not..”
The server then tilts her head, looking at Mingyu, then looking back at Jina.
Then she smiles. A knowing one.
“Ah.”
She doesn’t apologise, or look embarrassed. She just says, “Well… you look good together.” and hands them their plates, walking away like she didn’t just shock the whole table.
Mingyu exhales through his nose.
Y/N mutters under her breath, “…Oh my god.”
They walk back in utter silence, Mingyu glancing at her once, quick, like he’s checking if she’s okay, and she meets his eyes for half a second longer than usual.
Neither of them smiles.
Then they finally sit down and not even two seconds pass when Seungkwan starts,
“So.”
Y/N points her chopsticks at him, saying, “Do not.” while Nayeon is fully giggling now. But Mingyu is quiet for once, his ears a little pink and trying not to smile when Hoshi leans over the table, instigating as he says,
“So how long have you guys been together though?”
Y/N opens her mouth.
Mingyu answers before she can, gently, “We’re not.” way too sure for Y/N’s liking.
Of course, after that conversation continues, but the air has slightly changed as people start exchanging looks and smiling to themselves completely aware of the couple-not-so-couple across them.
Jungkook watches Mingyu for a while, then smirks and says quietly, “You’re really done for.” and Mingyu doesn’t even deny it. Y/N tries to focus on her food but she’s absolutely replaying the moment in her head, again and again wondering what she should do next.
And later, when they all leave that question sits between them.
Just there.
That night, when Mingyu’s lying in bed staring at the ceiling he realises,
“If strangers already see it, my friends already know it, and I’m already acting like it…Then all that’s left is to say it out loud.”
