hi, it’s jess aka matzprincess. i’m taking a break from tumblr and writing. i’ve been writing for over a year and i’ve felt nothing but discouragement recently because it seems like everyone else in the atiny/kpop smut/writing community is there for each other and giving feedback and stuff and no one ever does for me, as well as newer writers doing better than i am. i appreciate the love on the “the rise and fall of a midwest princess” series but i am putting it on hold. i haven’t even gotten to the best parts yet but i feel zero motivation to write. i know i probably sound jealous and maybe i am but i don’t wanna put anyone else down. i wanna support other writers but im afraid i can’t right now when i have zero motivation of my own. writing isn’t as fun when i dont have people backing me up.
thanks for reading, i have no clue when i’ll be back.
mingi with a chubby gf. he thinks she’s the cutest and hottest thing, carrying her around, giving her piggy back rides, complimenting and worshipping her body whenever they’re alone. his heart breaks when she tells him she feels insecure, he always tells her how beautiful she is to him.
disclaimer: this does NOT represent the real choi san in any way, shape, or form. this is all fiction, a fictional depiction of him based on a breakup song about a shitty breakup/shitty person.
pairing: ex!san x ex!reader
rating: a (angst)
cw: san isn’t doing well after your guys’ breakup, evictions/bad credit, unhealthy coping mechanisms, dating younger women, unhealthy on both parts, mentions of shit talking, mentions of a car crash.
you two had broke up on a tuesday, and he kicked you out after you paid your rent. not like you wanted to live in his shitty ass small one bedroom apartment anymore after you broke up, or sleep in his bed next to him snoring every night. not to mention he ruined your credit by not paying rent for months on end, and stole your cute aesthetic on instagram.
you heard from your good friend katie, that he’s losing it lately. that he moved back in with his parents and has a new eighteen year old girlfriend. all you had to say about that is yikes. he was having meltdowns in front of his old apartment after being evicted. he also was going out drinking alone, trying to cover up his feelings, all while running his mouth about you.
you didn’t feel bad for him. you finally felt that karma was doing her stuff, as he ruined his life. as he lost his mind, dyed his hair a million times, crash his car into a mailbox. as he continued to think you cared at all about what he was doing, you just got a good laugh out of his suffering after all the shit he did to you.
you are wishing him the best, in the worst possible way, not wanting to let him ruining his own life take a toll on you. it was october, six months since april, when you two broke up and shit went downhill. you were doing better but san was still being hateful any chance he could get. how could he possibly be hateful to me when he’s wearing such an ugly fake gucci sweater, you thought to yourself.
he continued to go through the hell he set up for himself. he continued to hate himself, as you began to thrive and feel yourself. he continued to be pissed at you as it metaphorically got you off that he was in so much misery. it didn’t matter to you, it was good that he could fuck shit up on his own now and not have to mess with your head.
a/n: i got carried away and wrote full smut, sorry not sorry hehehe
trafoamp series
cw: smut, long leadup, boyfriend!hongjoong, dancing/clubbing, song lyrics incorporated (the song plays at the club), mention of p in v at first, relating to the lyrics, making out, quickie, public sex (fucking in a club bathroom), unprotected sex & pull out method (be safe irl!), ‘emergency lube’ used, joong is a panty thief, one singular spank, more sex foreshadowed
it was a hot saturday night when the new hottie you’ve been seeing casually, kim hongjoong, showed up to your place to take you out to the club for some dancing. he looked even more irresistible tonight than ever, his blonde hair pushed back, his silk button up with the buttons opened at the top, showing off his pecs. he also wore some slacks and what looked to be an overpriced belt, which you would normally have poked fun at him for, but tonight it really tied his look together.
you joined him in the lyft that waited for you both outside your apartment, and you sat together in the backseat. he looked hot, and you looked hot, we’re gonna be the hottest couple in the club tonight, for sure you thought to yourself. as you arrived to the club you guys waited in line to have your ids checked, before walking in to the dim club lights, both of your groups of friends were there, but tonight was about you two, your friends could wait.
you both made it out on the floor, and began dancing amongst yourselves. it was not before the perfect song for the moment came on: hot to go! by chappell roan. as the intro played:
five six, five six seven eight!
you grabbed his hand as the beat began. you moved to the middle of the dance floor as the lyrics started and said:
i could be the one or your new addiction
it’s all in my head, but i want nonfiction
you two began freely moving your bodies together to the beat. as the lyrics went on, you kept on moving, working up the sweat due to the heat of the club and the sweaty bodies around you. you were thinking how perfect this moment was, the song and your ridiculously hot dance partner/boyfriend all fitting together perfectly as the song continued:
baby do you like this beat?
i made it so you’d dance with me
it’s like a hundred ninety-nine degrees
when you’re doing it with me, doing it with me
it was indeed perfect, because it did feel like it was hotter than hell in the club on the crowded dance floor. it was all the more hot because you had hongjoong at your side. the song continued to the chorus:
H-O-T-T-O-G-O
you can take me hot to go
H-O-T-T-O-G-O
you can take me hot to go
you kept on dancing with him, watching him move his body alongside yours, getting all sweaty, was making you think about how he’d look on top of you, getting sweaty like this while moving his body in tandem with yours like on the dance floor, but instead, fucking your brains out. the second verse went on:
well i woke up alone, staring at the ceiling
i try not to care, but it hurts my feelings
you don’t have to stare, come here, get with it
no one’s touched me there in a damn hot minute
you reflected on the lyrics as you danced, thinking about how you could relate, you haven’t been touched anywhere in a hot minute, and you wanted hongjoong badly now, after this song was over, you knew exactly what to do. the song went on, and distracted you from your thoughts:
and baby don’t you like this beat?
i made it so you’d sleep with me
it’s like a hundred ninety-nine degrees
when you’re doing it with me, doing it with me
the song continued to it’s catchy prechorus and chorus, eventually finishing, you felt the urge pull hongjoong into the club bathroom and to fucking, which you just happened to do. you took his hand and dragged him quickly into the biggest stall in the women’s bathroom before making out with him. he was caught off guard, but not hesitating, as you moved this on and pulled away from the kiss.
“i need you so badly” you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. he just chuckled, “i need you too” he said, before his hands began to feel you up and pull the bottom of your dress up. you grabbed your emergency travel sized bottle of lube from your bag and pulled down his zipper and took out his cock before putting some lube onto it.
he then removed your panties before slipping them into his pocket. you smiled at his dirty action and bent over the toilet and held onto the lid for him to insert himself into you. as he did so, you could hear the slight sound of the club music from outside the bathroom. he thrust into you from behind, his hips snapping against your ass, causing him to groan at the recoil of your ass against him. he kept thrusting, both of your breathing getting heavier as you both began to sweat.
he held onto your hips and kept a steady rhythm of thrusts, him groaning quietly and you moaning in a hushed tone. as you both reached your orgasms, you felt like your body was on fire, you never did anything this risky before, you felt bad, but in the best way possible. he kept fucking into you, both of you wishing no one would walk in as you both chased your upcoming releases.
your orgasms weren’t too eventful, they hit you both at about the same time, him making you cum first before he pulled out and came on your ass. he groaned an almost inaudible “fuck” as he came. after you came down from your highs, he grabbed a large wad of toilet paper and wiped down your ass, giving it a slight tap after doing so. he chuckled as you pulled your dress down and he put his dick away.
you kissed him on the cheek as you both regulated yourselves, you both made a dash out of the bathroom and back into the dimly lit club, hand in hand. you guys hid in the corner to order a lyft back to your apartment, his arm around your waist. you knew there would be more sex to come when you got back to your place.
cw: non idol au, new relationship, confessing sexual feelings, suggestive, mentions of afab & amab masturbation, kissing, mentions of sexual thoughts (about amab oral & the reader’s afab body in feminine style clothes), lead up to sex
you felt so strongly about the handsome boy you were seeing, choi jongho. he was very handsome indeed, almost too good looking. he makes you feel happy, with all the cute dates you go on with him. you felt it was time to let him know your true desires. that you need him close, closer than the two of you had ever gotten before. you thought about him lots when he wasn’t around. at night you’d draw the blinds, light some candles and slip off the pretty nightgown you wore to touch yourself while thinking of him.
you had invited him over to your apartment one night while your roommates were out, it was the perfect time you thought as you applied your lipstick and finished your hair. after you finished getting ready, at precisely 7:00pm, just as planned over text, you heard your doorbell ring, it was him. you saw him through the peephole before opening the door. he looked perfect, his brown hair parted neatly down the center, his brown eyes shone in the light of your kitchen, wearing a nice button up with a coat over top, as well as those tight fitted dark wash jeans that accentuated his muscular thighs perfectly.
you invited him in and shut the door behind you both and told him you had something important to tell him. you sat him on the couch and said “jongho, i have a confession” he looked curious “shoot” he said with his wide, intrigued, eyes. “do you picture me like i picture you?” he tilted his head, slightly confused. “how do you picture me?” he asked. “i’m too scared to say half the things i do when i picture you.” he finally caught on.
he gulped and finally confessed himself “i think about you that way too”. your face lit up and you wanted to kiss him hard like in the movies… but you looked him in his brown eyes and whispered “so tell me, jongho, tell me all your perversions”. he waited not a second longer before kissing you. he kissed you, his hand on your cheek as you returned his kiss. after kissing for a few minutes, you both pulled away, breathless.
“i’ve thought about touching you for a while” he confessed, his cheeks and ears bright pink. the thought of sex was so new to jongho, but he would be lying if he hadn’t stayed up late palming himself through his pajama pants, thinking about the date where you two got ice cream and how you licked your ice cream cone, imagining what it would be like if you took him in your mouth like that.
those nights he touched himself while thinking of you, he’d think of your ass in shorts on a hot day. he’d also think about your cleavage in the low cut tops you wear, and how your breasts look in the tight fitted tops you wear also. he wanted so badly to touch them. being the good boy he is, it was equally as nerve wracking as it was exhilarating to finally tell you how he truly felt about you, and have you tell him first that felt the same way.
“then touch me” you said, he looked nervous, but he was ready for it, he moved his hand to your waist, rubbing small circles onto it with his thumb, you nodded, giving him the go ahead to do what he pleased. it was gonna be a long, but memorable night for sure.
cw: non idol au, reader can be seen as any gender, seonghwa is a pothead, suggestive fluff, kissing/makeout session, lead up to sex, mentions of dirty thoughts, mentions of seonghwa’s amab body part, mentions of dirty texts
you were at your pothead boyfriend’s house, after coming home from the mall. as he was trying on the jeans he bought, you were watching him, your head was swimming with fantasies of him. he teasingly removed his pants, his bulge was visible in his tight fitted calvins. you wanted him so bad. your face was red and you were practically drooling at the sight of his half hard cock in his calvins. you thought about the dirty texts you sent each other before, your cheeks blushing and face was hot.
“like whatcha see?” he teased, taking you out of your trance. he saw the way your eyes were glued to his bulge as he picked up the next pair of jeans. “shame on me for thinking dirty thoughts about my boyfriend as he strips in front of me….” you said with a giggle. “love, i’m usually the dirty minded one, but you just have been staring at my dick the whole time i’ve been trying these pants on” he said with a chuckle.
you wanted to say you’ve been thinking about what you two could do, how he would taste, ir how he would move, ever since he sent those not so safe for work texts to you a few days back. you sighed. “i want this, i want us” you said, he chuckled again. “i still have more jeans to try on” he said, you wanted to smack his pretty face right there and tell him to take you right there. “i mean, i wanna drag this out, like a cigarette, you know, i want this time together to last” you said, he just smiled. “it will last, i have no plans of letting you go.”
you felt no other response was necessary other than to kiss seonghwa, as you both stood there in his room, him wearing nothing but his fitted gray calvins and black tank top. he kissed back, just as passionate. he moved his hand to your face as you continued to kiss each other, the kiss turning into a sloppy makeout session as your tounges entered each other’s mouths, as you did so, you could taste the mint gum and coke on his lips and tounge.
your hand found his hair as you kissed each other’s, with tounge and all. seonghwa took dominance and pushed you both down onto his bed, the black quilt soft under you as his hands moved down your body and he began to kiss down your neck, you didn’t want this moment to end.
