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bf!ateez x reader
summary: you fall asleep on your boyfriends arm. how does he react?
wc: 576 cw: fluff, cuteness, sleepy a/n: hey so this is my first ateez thing i'm doing so if this is wrong then like don't say anything. positive vibes only i'm sensitive
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hongjoong:
- fully determined not to wake you up
- he really wants his arm back
- but once he hears your little sigh of content he's done for
- he's so locked in, trying not to giggle at the sounds you make when you're sleeping
you eventually turn in his arms, head dropping down into his chest and he's able to pull you closer. "it's okay baby," he presses a kiss to the top of your head, "i'm here." you hum as he holds you tight. "that's it babygirl," as he soothes a hand over your hair.
the space between us three (jyh) | fifteen.
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⇢summary: while juggling the demands of life, yunho continues to do his best to raise his independent 11 yr old daughter, seora. throughout the years, they’ve built a strong foundation, an unbreakable bond— one that consists of late night talks and food runs, father/daughter dates, and sideline cheerleading at her basketball games. so when you unexpectedly come into their world, things shift. despite the uncertainty and the fear of stepping outside of their comfort zone, yunho and seora eventually learn how to open their hearts and learn how to rebuild a home where three can thrive together.
⇢pairing:single dad!yunho x f. reader
⇢genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, single dad au | fluff, angst, smut
⇢word count: 7.5k
⇢chapter content/warnings: light cussing, seonghwa is rebuilding himself lol let's give it up for him ok 😀, lots of bball talk, but also lots of sweet and affectionate moments (per usual hehe), whole chapter is pretty much focused on yunho x seora x y/n spending time together <33, it's all wholesome so not many warnings!
ㅤ♡ྀི ₊— sub mingi headcanon's ⸝⸝
𓏲ּ𝄢 sub mingi ! who loves to receive dirty kisses, teeth and tongue. until his lips are plump and pink so he can stare in the mirror. long and hard at the mess. pouting and posing at his reflection, "mama, do you think i look good?'"
𓏲ּ𝄢 sub mingi ! who likes to tease, crushing his huge body against you, pushing his plush torso to your back. leaning down, humid breath pooling hot against your skin. kissing up to the crook of your ear. a wet pop that released with a nasty moan, from deep inside. he rubs, almost humps against you, whining desperately to excite you. "i need you, please."
𓏲ּ𝄢 sub mingi ! who likes it when it hurts. likes it when he's a twitching mess, fat tears rolling down his cheeks, it's just too good. when he cums and you pump harder, making his cock burn, red tip dripping soo much. he can't even open his poor eyes. such a beautiful drooling mess. "n-no more, no!"
𓏲ּ𝄢 sub mingi ! who sneaks under the sheets, locking fingers with you, playing it off as an innocent act. kissing the back of your palm to then stretch your fingers and wrap them around his lips. sinking his head into them until he gags. cute little tears bubbling up, only to repeat the motion, oh how he loves to be used.
𓏲ּ𝄢 sub mingi ! who likes to get in the bathtub and straddle you in his lap. grabbing soap and rubbing it all over your boobs to then press you against him. both chests squished together. bouncing up and down. nipples touching yours, dancing in tandem. "you feel so good, doll." spewing praise at him while gripping at the root of his scalp.
𓏲ּ𝄢 sub mingi ! who is a bratty one, cursing at you every chance he gets. "you are such a cunt." while you ride his poor brains out. "ffuck you..." while you swirl his pink tip around your tongue. "such a bitch."
𓏲ּ𝄢 sub mingi ! who goes into sub-space and blabbers nonsense while you finger him. drool spilling down his sternum. making direct eye contact with the way you fuck his ass.
𓏲ּ𝄢 sub mingi ! who grabs onto you tightly and falls asleep right between your chest. chanting over and over how much he loves you.
𓏲ּ𝄢 sub mingi ! who is an occasional switch, who bends you over and fucks mama how she deserves. ㅤ♡ྀི
dividers by : @/cursed-carmine
a castle just for us | j.wy
pairing: bf!wooyoung x gf!reader synopsis: life has been kicking your ass. overworked, no time for self-care, and little time to spend quality time with your partner- wooyoung decides to whisk you away for a long weekend hoping it will help you feel like yourself again. a/n: this one's for the bitches who need a mf break. this was suppose to be an emotionallymessy!reader x emotionallystable!wooyoung fic but it turned into reader just needing to turn off her brain. also, i've been listening to castle a lot and it kinda influenced me! cw: smut mdni! alcohol consumption (they don't get drunk though), not necessarily dom!woo but he's def the one calling the shots, cursing, pet names (pretty girl, baby), fingering, unprotected p in v, one slap, fingers in mouth, drooling, dirty talk, semi-public sex (they're in a backyard, but houses are conveniently spaced far away hehe), mentions of toxic past relationships (i don't go into detail) wc: 6.7k
It was hot. Like, you better put on your flip flops coming out of the pool if you don't want the bottoms of your feet to barbecue on the patio, hot. The summer playlist Wooyoung curated bumps at a not-too-obnoxious volume from the speaker set on the lounge chair while you lazily float about the pool on an inflatable. The high, black iron fence that surrounds the backyard, matted with lush greenery and pops of light purple wisteria, makes it feel like you're in a fantasy world, away from real life problems.
Wooyoung could see that you were overwhelmed with everything life has been throwing at you lately and arranged for a stay at a rental house a couple hours away from the city. Somewhere that wasn't tied to the goings on of what was happening at home or work. A completely separate space that kept the looming thoughts of what was to come after the long weekend.
And a long weekend away was exactly what you needed. Your work shifts have been stretching long beyond the usual 8 hours into 10, sometimes more, because of reasons beyond your control. Coming home to a mountain of laundry and dishes with little time to cook yourself a nutritious meal let alone grocery shop. Wooyoung would cook for you when he had the time, but he was also busy with his photography business. Booked nearly every weekend for special events and the majority of the week for professional portraits. Quality time spent together consisted of strictly sleep. You’d trudge in from another long shift that made you rethink your career, absent mindedly shower, and eat cut up fruit and yogurt out of a glass Pyrex measuring cup because you forgot to run the dishwasher before hurrying out the door in the morning. Then, Wooyoung would make it over just in time to catch you as you were falling asleep, pulling your curled up form into his body as he ran a soothing hand up and down your back.
You didn't feel human anymore. You had no more spoons to give. Honestly, the whole damn silverware drawer was empty.
It’s a sweet gesture for him to make. You’ve only been dating for six months, the relationship very much still new, but it hasn't felt that way. Wooyoung's charismatic charm and talent for reading people made it easy for him to clock that the far away stares and random bouts of silence increasing in frequency was a sign of you being at your wits end.
The mixture of coconut-banana scented sunscreen and chlorine was like aromatherapy to you, a reminder that you weren't in the stifling city where all your problems were waiting for you to come back. You move your arms on top of the water, letting buoyancy do its thing, like you were creating snow angels, letting the feeling of the water rolling across your skin keep you grounded.
A hand caught your wrist, “Is this a relaxing type of fidgeting, or the anxious kind?” You hear your boyfriend ask from next to you.
You roll your head to the side where he was floating next to you and look up at him over your sunglasses. All golden skin, hard lines of muscle, and shiny silver of the necklaces, rings, and the bracelet he refused to go a day without wearing. His expression reads less serious than what his question was asking, but still genuine none-the-less.
“If you keep reminding me of my anxiety it’ll just keep me feeling anxious.” You twirl your wrist around to knock his grip off and interlace your fingers with his, pulling him closer to you so your inflatables bump together, “This is perfect, thank you for doing this.” You smile while you float next to each other hand in hand like a pair of sea otters making sure not to drift apart.
You bring the mixed drink you made before getting into the pool up to your lips, taking a sip to find it watered down and hard to swallow. The disgusted sound you make in the back of your throat comes out louder than expected, “I’m making another drink, you want one?” You shake your glass in front of Wooyoung for emphasis.
“I’ll get it,” He offers, already grabbing for the glass and slipping off his float. And bless his heart, but if he does one more thing for you, you might choke him out with all the love in the world. He's waited on you hand and foot since you got here a mere 18 hours ago. Laying out your bath towels and swimsuit in the bathroom before you woke up, bringing you breakfast and tea in bed, even applying your sunscreen for you. Not even in the sexy way- he just smooshed his hands all over your face and ears to make sure you wouldn't burn even a little bit.
“Woo, I really appreciate everything you've been doing for me. But you're starting to feel more like a butler and less like my boyfriend and it's weirding me out.” You argue, flopping off your own float and moving the glass away from his grabby hands.
It’s his turn to look up at you from over his sunglasses, a pierced brow raising and suggestive smirk plastered on his face, “That doesn't turn you on?”
You let out a short, loud laugh, “Maybe if you’d put on a pair of gloves and bow tie and didn't try to airplane feed me scrambled eggs this morning it would have.”
“Oh my god, rude!”
Plucking his glass out of the cup holder next to his tattooed forearm you ask,“Now, what can I get you, Mr. Jung.”
He pushes his bottom lip into a pout, “Mr. Jung, not baby? So you hate me?” He brings a hand behind you and rests a palm on an asscheek under the water, his large, veiny hand still warm under the cool water. Raising your brow at him expectantly, you shake his glass waiting for an answer.
He huffs and drops the feigned hurt, “Surprise me.”
“Sure thing…” you bend over and let your sunglasses slip down to the tip of your nose, making eye contact before finishing the sentence “...baby.” giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. His eyes roll back into his skull as you grin, all teeth, and turn around to wade through the water and up the steps.
At the outdoor bar, the guilt starts to gnaw at you. Being taken care of is such a foreign concept, how were you supposed to act? Is it a trap? A way to build up favors to hold over your head and manipulate you into doing what he wants? That's the extent of your experience in relationships anyways. Wooyoung seems genuine enough. It's been six months, which isn't a long time but men had shown their true colors a lot sooner in the past. You think you should be in the clear.
Your brain plays ping pong with the thought as you locate whiskey, bitters, and steal an orange from the pile of snacks you set out on the outdoor dining table before getting in the pool. Hands on autopilot, using your vague knowledge of mixology to make his favorite drink, your thoughts continue to spiral.
Were you too mean? Is he getting tired of you telling him he doesn't need to do things for you? Deflection over confrontation has always been your go to strategy when it comes to uncomfortable emotions. It worked with Wooyoung. You met him a couple months before the two of you became official in November and made your “couple debut”, as Wooyoung called it, at a get together for his birthday. A bunch of friends of his that you hadn't met before were there, and that included girls. Because girls like Wooyoung. He’s flirty by nature and a good listener. He remembers details about everybody, he’ll ask questions about something that was told to him months ago and women ate that shit up especially.
So when he was chatting it up a little too hard with Minji you couldn't help the physical shift in your face and body language. Lips drawn in tight together, body ridged and angled away from him. He clocked it immediately, but you couldn't push the words out of your throat when he asked about it. It felt like rocks were sitting in your mouth, blocking the jealousy from making itself known. Instead you made a joke about how he was fired from helping you pick out your outfits because his terrible choice in shoes was giving you blisters.
That was just the nature of your relationship, ribbing each other endlessly because you both enjoyed it. It made everything feel less serious, and therefore, the stakes were lower.
Tapping the bar spoon on the rim of the glass, you decide you didn't feel like making another cocktail so you settle on a canned seltzer for yourself, cracking it open before picking up Woo’s drinking and fast walking across the hot pavement to where your boyfriend was now sitting on the top step in the pool. Head titled back, eyes closed, and arms bent at the elbow, leaning back on the wet bricks you wondered how on Earth an emotionally fucked-up woman like you pulled a man like him.
An eye pops open as you step into the pool next to him, brown iris much brighter with the sunlight hitting them, “Who’s who butler?” he asks as he brings the glass to his lips for a sip.
It did make him feel some type of way then. Where exes of yours had no problem making their feelings of unpleasantness known through dramatic temper tantrums, Wooyoung did it with decorum. He thought before he spoke, when it mattered anyways, and it never came out accusatory, making your fight or flight less likely to kick in.
Sighing, you bring your leg over him and drop into his lap, the water only covering a few centimeters of your shins, your knees pressing into the blue plastic liner of the steps. Sour lemon and lime flavor prickles your tongue as you take a sip of your seltzer, the alcohol leaving a burn down your throat, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that in an ungrateful way.” you say as you set the can on the pool’s edge and bring your hands to fiddle with front bow strings that keep your bikini top tied.
Wooyoung does the same with his drink and drops his hands to your thighs to rub, a silent way of showing he isn’t mad, “I know, I just don’t understand if you can do things for me why can’t I do them for you?”
Your throat feels tight and swollen all of a sudden, the metaphorical rocks are being shoved back into your mouth again and you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes. Groaning you drop your head forward so your face is hidden against his chest. The water droplets still clinging to his golden skin is a well needed shock of cool to keep your brain from overheating with a billion different thoughts. You try to parse through everything you want to say, weighing each word to determine what effect it would have on him. So badly not wanting to say the wrong thing- if that’s the case you’d rather say nothing at all.
Finally, you settle on “It makes me feel guilty when you do so much for me, especially when I haven't been giving back. I should be able to pull myself together and deal with my shit like an adult.” Your admission is quiet, whispered into his body like a secret, even though it was just the two of you hidden away amongst the viney walls the plants created around the yard.
With your vision obscured you hear more than see the laugh that escapes his nose through a huff of air. His arms wrap around you fully so you're pressed tight against him, trying to calm your racing, anxious heart.
“I do what I do because I want to. It’s how I show I care, baby. If it was too much for me I wouldn’t do it.” He speaks into the top of your head, trying to put all the sincerity into his words so you believe him. You tilt your head back so your chin is resting on his chest now and you’re looking up at him, wide eyed and glassy. It feels absurd how terrified you are about baring your heart to somebody, it’s embarrassing. He speaks with such confidence and certainty. How does he do it so easily? Why was it so hard for you?
But one thing was for certain: Wooyoung has been the best thing that's happened to you. You didn't have to worry about walking on eggshells to avoid a screaming match over trivial things. You could spend time with friends and family without him guilting you for leaving him alone and making you feel like you had to come home early. You never laid in bed at 3am agonizing over what you could’ve possibly done wrong because he’s been giving you the silent treatment all day. Your heart was calm with Wooyoung.
You inhale a full breath through your nose while wrapping your arms around his back, forcing your eyes back up to his.
“Lately, that's all you've been doing for me. I want to do things for you too, I don't want to feel like I'm always owing you.” You speak quietly, but Wooyoung hears you nonetheless. His brows dive-bomb down towards each other and flinches back subconsciously. He was genuinely curious, while also a little disturbed, by how you could think that? Why would you think that? Only answers that had his blood beginning to boil came to mind. He fixes his face and could only hope he did it before you could see his shock. Unfortunately for him, you’ve trained yourself to detect the microscopic changes in the facial expressions. He could see it in the way a blush flew up your neck and ears and how your bottom lip wobbled before you tucked it under your teeth.
He brings his hands up to cup your face, large palms with long, lithe fingers encompass both of your cheeks fully. Using his thumb to tug your bottom lip free from the anxious chewing you're doing to it, he says, “You will never owe me for anything I do for you. I take care of you because I want you to be happy in mind, body, and soul. Not because I expect favors from you. What can I do to make you believe that?”
You heave a big sigh and pull away from his hold on your face to move your cheek against his shoulder facing away from his neck, looking to the side and watching a squirrel dig frantically in the grass.
“I do believe you. It's my dumbass brain that-” you cut yourself off. If your brain doesn't believe him then doesn't that mean you actually don't? You groan, “I don't even make sense to myself. Woo, I feel like crawling out of my skin. I just know I like you, a lot, and I love being with you so much that I don't want something I do or don't do be a reason this ends.” By the time you finish your voice is warbling and you really wish you could trade places with that squirrel right now.
Wooyoung grips your shoulders to peel your sticky body off of him so he can look at you as he gently coos your name, “I love your big, beautiful brain,” he starts and emphasizes his statement with an obnoxiously large and loud kiss to your forehead. You scrunch your nose and give him a little hmph, but he just grins like you aren't spiraling out your damn mind and continues, “But it's gonna catch fire from all those neural pathways your lighting up with how much overthinking you do. You don't need to analyze and find a reason for every emotion you have. It's okay to just feel.” He rubs his thumbs into the joint that connects your shoulder blade and clavicle, trying to relax the tension you didn't realize you've been keyed up with.
You chew the inside of your cheek and narrow your eyes, “The brain is constantly using neural pathways, so if it was gonna be fried from that it would've happened already. I’m not worried about it.”
Wooyoung throws his head back and lets out a groan of frustration mixed with a laugh because picking apart the logic of the statement rather than absorbing the meaning was so undeniably you it was foolish of him to think you'd do otherwise. His fingers fly down and dig into your waists, wiggling them to tickle you “Don't be like that! You know what I mean, you're being bratty on purpose!”
You crumple into yourself and let out a screech of laughter, trying your best to swat at him while keeping your arms tucked close to your sides as an attempt to block the assault.
“Okay! Alright!” You gasp out between fits of giggles, “I’m sorry!”
He stops at your apology but keeps his palms resting on the curve where your waist and hips meet, “If you need to feel like you’re not…. in debt,” he doesn't hide his disdain for the word but continues, “Wedding season will ramp up next month and I’ll become a shell of a man with how many I’m booked for. You can take care of me all you want. I won’t protest or complain about it, I’ll let you do whatever it is you want to do for me. Will that make you feel better?’
You hum. It’s not something that will make you feel better immediately, but you know you have to meet him halfway.
“I suppose so. What if I’m still in this headspace though?” You worry your bottom lip between your teeth.
He doesn’t hesitate with his response, “Then we work it through together. We’ll be honest with what we need and what we can’t give, and promise each other it's not personal if we don’t have the mental capacity for extra attention. If we’re not open and honest about our feelings, how is anything supposed to get better?”
Damn his stupid, emotionally intelligent brain, because you know he’s right. Your whole life you’ve been bottling up your feelings inside hoping that things will change without ever expressing your desire for it in the first place. How were you supposed to get better at talking about your feelings if you don’t say them aloud in the first place?
“I’ll try harder to be more open about my emotions. It’s just really uncomfortable for me, I feel stupid talking about’em.” You mumble.
“Practice makes perfect, baby. I’ll never make you feel stupid for your feelings. Pinky promise.” He holds out his little finger for you to hook your own around, solidifying the agreement. Before he could let go of your finger you tug him forward and place your hands on either side of his neck to kiss his sun-chapped lips. He makes a shocked noise in the back of throat, but kisses back anyways tasting the citrusy tang of alcohol and the vanilla lip balm you put on this morning. Soaking in the wet slide of your tongues moving against one another and the slow movement of his lips over yours.
“My poor girl, been dealing with so much.” He coos against your lips, your mouth parted waiting for him to kiss you again, tongue flicked halfway out of your mouth. You open your eyes to find him already staring down at you, his expression changed from soft and sincere to something much heavier. You nod dumbly, all the talking about feelings making you want to shut off your brain for a minute. While it was much needed, it’ll still take a while before the idea of it stops feeling like an attack on your nervous system. He pulls you closer to him, sliding you up from your seat on his lower thighs until your core is pressed to his lower abdomen. One of his hands leaves your waist to cup the side of your face and gently stroked your cheek with his thumb. “It’s so unfair, life’s been fuckin’ you more than I have, huh?”
You whine, squeezing your thighs against the outer sides of Wooyoung’s, closing your mouth to push your bottom lip out in a pout and nod. You can't remember the last time you had energy for sex. Even though your job doesn’t rely on physical strength it requires a lot of thinking and that mental drain sure makes your body feel exhausted like you've spent the day dead lifting concrete pavers. Driving home consisted of complete silence and fighting to keep your heavy eyes open while trying not to let your thoughts drift too much so you wouldn't miss an exit or run a red light. The reminder of the lack of intimacy sends a surge of neediness through you, your body wanting to make up for it asap. “It's been so long, Woo. M’sorry for making you wait.”
He slides his hand down your cheek to grip your jaw, chin pinched between his thumb and other four fingers, and jostles your head gently side to side, “While we're working on communicating our feelings let's fix your little habit of over apologizing too.”
The call out has you forming the word before you can even think to stop yourself. Wooyoung beats you to it though, squishing your cheeks together in his grip and making your lips purse together like a goldfish. His eyebrows shoot up, daring you to say it, his tongue poking out to play with his lip ring. You scrunch your brows together and blow air out of your nose, signaling your defeat.
He hums and gives your squished lips a light peck, “I know you weren't gonna say what I think you were gonna say, yeah?” He moves your head left to right to shake your head for you like a doll “That’s right, baby. I think you just need a distraction, make your brain go dumb and stop thinking about the bullshit.” This time the nod your head does is solely your own eager doing.
That’s all you've been wanting to do the last two weeks. The constant responsibilities being stacked up at work, being a shoulder to cry on for your friends who were also going through it this week, and being a problem solver for family all had your brain running nonstop. Always thinking of what to say, what to do, and how to do it. You haven't been able to cater to your own needs, too busy focusing on everyone else’s.
You use both of your hands to grip the wrist of the hand he was using to hold your face and tug it away so you can speak, “Shut if off, Woo.” It's said whiny, like you've been trying to fall asleep for hours and are begging the universe to grant you rest. Desperate, because at this rate, the need for him is more than your need to sleep.
The sound of your whiny desperation has Wooyoung cupping his hands under your ass to hold you steady as he carefully stands up. As quickly and cautiously as he could, making sure to step around the drinks abandoned on the bricks, he raced over to sit back against one of the reclined loungers in the shade and set you right back into his lap. You grip his shoulders and lay the front of your body completely along the front of his pulling him back into a frantic kiss. His lips move along yours, licking against the roof of your mouth, teeth catching on the skin of your lips, saliva making its way down your chin. You realize you haven’t even been making out like you used to in the beginning of this relationship and you missed it so much. The swell in your chest at the physical affection sends dopamine pumping through you, relaxing your muscles, and forgetting about anything that didn’t have to do with this moment.
Wooyoung’s hands glide up and down the curves of your body a few times before bringing them around your back and up to your neck where the string of your bikini top rests, giving it a tug to unravel it. He pushes up from his reclined position, forcing you up with him, before settling back down and holding you by the ribs to keep distance between you two. The top of your bathing suit slowly slips down, hanging flipped over your stomach still attached around your bust, and he groans.
“God, your tits.” He slides a hand up and brushes his thumb across your nipple a few times before using the tip of his finger nail to press down on it. You hiss, the sharp pain and zing of pleasure that zips down to your belly. “I missed seeing them, just as perfect as I remember them.”
“Wooyoung,” you pant, pathetically turned on in the span of a few minutes. But you can't bother with feeling embarrassed about it, “Please do something.”
“But I am already, baby.” He responds with an evil quirk of his lips, clearly knowing that's not what you meant.
“Wooyo,” you it say like a warning, but it didn't land. It was too breathy and soft.
“I dunno, I kinda like hearing you say my name like that. One more time for me.” You open your mouth to scold him, getting impatient. Sometimes if you're really stern with him, it'll turn him on enough to flip a switch, but he decides to use that moment to take your nipple between his index finger and thumb and pinch hard. A squeal comes out instead and your body jerks, “Woo!”
“Thank you baby, such a good listener. Giving me exactly what I ask for.” His eyes rake down your body behind his sunglasses, drinking in the shape of you, “This hot little bod drives me insane, and you have such a sweet personality? How’d I get so lucky?”
With eyes closed, soaking up the feeling of his hands sliding down to your thighs, thumbs rubbing the inside of each, you lick your lips before responding “Probably by being an unrelenting flirt and insisting on paying for every single one of my drinks at Mingi’s birthday party.”
He throws a “probably” in response, his thumbs reaching the crease of your thighs, running them along the inside seam of your bikini bottoms. You hum and roll your hips, trying to get them where you need them and open your eyes to see his own sunglass covered ones looking directly between your legs. Obviously too distracted to say anymore. Huffing out an impatient breath at the loss of momentum you bring your hand down to the bulge growing under his thin nylon swim trunks, rubbing the tip of your stiletto nails, the ones he so sweetly paid for you to have done before the trip, down the length of him. His thighs jump and he grunts, grabbing your wrist to twist your arm behind your back, “Put the claws away, woman. I'ma take care of you.”
And finally, he does. He lets go of your arm to bring you forward into his chest again, cheek on his shoulder with your lips pressed against the vein on his neck, pulling your hips up so they're hovering above his lap and can easily slide your damp bathing suit bottoms off. Wet from pool water? Sweat? Arousal? Fuck if either of you know, it could be all of the above. You hear the damp plap of them hitting the patio, feeling the hot breeze blowing across your exposed bottom half arched in the air. For a moment, the thought of surrounding neighbors seeing the debauchery taking place crosses your mind before you remember you're not in the cramped city anymore, you're in a vacation home where the next house is at least a football field length away.
The feeling of your boyfriend using his reach around the back of you to graze your slit brings you back to the present and rocking your hips back to take what you want. He graciously allows it, letting you fuck yourself on one of his fingers before adding another and slowly scissoring you open.
“I know it's been a long time, baby. L’me open you up real quick.” He whispers against the shell of your ear. You melt into the feeling, appreciating every drag of his boney fingers inside you, feeling every bump of his finger joints rub against the inside of your walls. The impatience bleeds out of you, after weeks of everything being go, go, go, you don't want to rush. You want to absorb the feeling of being with him, his ability to make you feel calm in the middle of the stormy parts of your life.
You aren't sure how much time has passed, only that suddenly you're empty and pouting again. You lift your head up with sad, scrunched brows and he's smiling softly, laughing, “Cute, all it takes is your little pussy being empty to bring you back from wherever your mind went off to? I’ve been asking if you’re ready for my dick the last couple seconds, I thought you fell asleep.”
The apology slips out unprompted by your brain, “Yes, yes, I’m sor-” Wooyoung’s thumb cuts you off, pressing down on your tongue, other four fingers curled under your jaw holding it open. He clicks his tongue against his teeth and rolls his eyes, “Alright, you lost speaking privileges. All I wanna hear outta this mouth are your pretty moans and whines, got it baby?”. You nod your head as much as you can. “Good fucking girl.”
This is what you needed. Being told what to do, for once, instead of being the one to do it. You’ll gladly let him take charge, direct you, use you, if that means you can just exist without thinking and dissecting every thought and feeling that rolls through your brain.
He keeps his thumb pressed down on your tongue while using his other hand to press the head of his cock, that he must’ve pulled from his shorts during one of the moments your mind had floated away from the present moment, to your opening. You sigh at the anticipation of being filled again, eyes slowly closing halfway, closing your lips around Wooyoung’s thumb to suck. The taste of his skin, mixed with a hint of chlorine and residual sunscreen from the last time he reapplied, floods your tastebuds as you hollow your cheeks and wiggle your tongue along the digit.
"Ah, ah,” A light tap to your cheek with the palm of his hand has your eyes opening wide again. “No sucking. Keep that mouth open. I wanna feel you drooling all over me, pretty girl.” A reluctant high-pitched whine leaves you as you drop your jaw back open, fighting the urge to taste the salt of his skin again. Pressure against your opening has that urge tossed to the side like your soaking bikini bottoms, the fat tip of his cock stretching your hole. The stretch of you wrapped around the thickest part of him has you clenching impatiently, wanting to feel him in your tummy already. You know better than to take without permission though. Wooyoung isn’t above dragging things out for the sake of making you squirm, but it seems like he was going to do just that anyways. He takes his time, fucking his tip in and out of you, driving you mad. It felt like scratching around a misquote bite, good but missing that satisfying pleasure of hitting the spot it needs scratching the most.
The saliva that's been steadily pooling in your mouth bubbles with your impatient whine, spilling over and down your chin. Wooyoung groans, "Music to my fucking ears." And that's all it takes for him to lift his hips and fill you in one long, torturous go. Your knees slide to the sides, rubbing against the tightly woven material of the lounger that makes the skin burn, but that's the last thing on your mind.
The sudden closeness- him being literally inside you- after weeks of quick kisses and body-to-body contact through pajamas while you catch as much sleep as you can has your heart beating something fierce. You missed him. You missed going to his place to keep him company and goof off while he cooked dinner for the two of you. You missed hanging out with him at his studio while he works on editing client photos. You missed feeling like a couple, because lately you've felt like strangers.
You grab his wrist and squeeze it twice quickly and once slowly. He slides his thumb from your mouth, a string of spit following, and quickly checks in, "You okay? Need a minute?"
"Mhm, wanna kiss you. And see you." You reassure and push his sunglasses on top of his head. Even in the shade you can see his pupils take up so much space only a sliver of pretty brown can be seen around the edges. You thread your fingers through his hair and brush your nose against his with a sigh.
"Better?" He whispers, moving your sunglasses from your face and carefully setting them on the ground. You nod with a dopey close lipped smile on your face, and once you begin kissing him slow and nasty he starts to move.
The delicious roll of his hips knocks a moan from your mouth directly into his each time he pushes in. His grip on your hips to keep them at the perfect angle is unrelenting as he steadily drives his cock into you. Chests sliding together with the help of the mix of sweat from the heavy humidity in the air and the drool that pooled out of your mouth moments earlier.
"Missed this pussy so much- fuck. Missed you so much." Wooyoung grunts against your lips, pace picking up and the legs of the lounger scraping on the patio bricks. “I’m spoiling you right now, because you deserve it for all the bullshit you've been dealing with.” He bands an arm around your lower back, pressing you into a deep arch that has you squealing, “But next round I want you to show me that you remember how to ride this dick.”
“Uh huh! I remember, ‘mma show you.” You're not even kissing him anymore, with every word spoken your lips brush against his. Brows twisted up at the way his body rolls are grinding your clit in the perfect pressure and rhythm. Your fingertips flex at the second joint in his hair, raking at his scalp, your sex dumb mind trying to keep them from using the tips of your sharp acrylics.
He sucks in a sharp breath, but plows into you harder, faster. Your entire body is jostling up and down the length of his, the fire in your gut growing at a rapid speed until you don't think you can take it anymore. The only noises leaving your mouth are a mash up of moans and sobs, and you don't realize you're actually crying until you taste the salt from the tears flowing down your cheeks and into your mouth.
“Oh, baby” Wooyoung coos, bringing a hand up to smear the tears away from under your eye with his thumb. “It’s okay. Shh.”
“It feels so good, Woo. I missed you so much.” You’re for real sobbing now. The emotional damn breaking and flooding your eyes. You love this man, you realize. He’s stuck by you at your worst, let's you have bad days without making it about him, takes care of you when you can't take care of yourself, rented a whole goddamn vacation house just so you could take a fucking breath. All of that, and he has never asked for anything in return.
He kisses you, lip melding into yours, gently nipping at your lips, tongue pressing against yours and licking anywhere he can to get a taste of you, “I’m right here, not going anywhere.” You’re about to cum, you can feel it, the uncontrollable clenching of your cunt around him makes it harder and harder for him to keep up the wild pace of his thrusts up into you.
“Shit, fuck, you gonna cum? I can feel you squeezing the life outta my dick. Go ahead, baby. Let go of all the stress for me.” It takes him a while for him to give you the permission, kissing you between every couple of words. When the tension that's been building up in your lower stomach finally breaks, your body locks up for a second before it starts twitching like you've been shocked. You moan directly into his open mouth, your tongue lazily pressed against his. Both of his hands are on either side of your face now, and he reciprocates with his own beautiful whine as he unloads inside you. Grinding into you to drag it out as much as possible before it turns into over sensitivity.
Your body falls limp on top of his, cheek against his chest, and you try not to think about the amount of sweat that's covering the two of you.
The rumbling of his voice keeps you from drifting off, “I’m going to say something at the risk of it breaking your brain, but I need you to know.” You turn your head to look up at him, seeing that he’s already looking at you. If he could shoot heart beams out of his eyes at the sight of you, he would. Red rimmed lash line, tear-glossed eyes, and dewy skin from the heat, it rivals how gorgeous you are when you dress your best for a night out with your shared friend group. “I love you. You don't have to say it back, I would actually prefer you didn't right away. But I know when, if, you do say it back, I’ll still feel the same way. Even if it's a month or year from now, I’ll feel the same.”
A smile slowly spreads across your face, completely unexpected from you by the faint look of shock on Wooyoung's face. Instead of feeling the need to crawl out of your skin at the thought of such a strong emotion, you feel relief.
“I don't think you’ll have to wait that long.” You say with no hesitation, no need to second guess the way you're feeling or why you're feeling it. Just letting it be. You turn to kiss his sternum, and he hums pleasantly, grinning like a maniac but he doesn't push for an explanation.
“Well, that's a relief.” He reaches over and grabs a towel from the little table next to the chair you're on, “You need to pee, and I didn't think pool water will be enough to wash off the amount of sweat we just produced.”
Your nose scrunches, the thought of moving right now is the last thing your body wants. However, the thought of feeling clean in fresh clothes, maybe going out to the little beach town fifteen minutes away for a late lunch at one of their local restaurants in sandals and a sundress sounds nice enough to get you moving.
You sit up and press your hands to his stomach to keep from wobbling sideways, "You're gonna have to help me clean up, I can't feel my knees." Wooyoung smirks, he can't help but be smug with himself. Pushing himself up, making sure to cradle your back to keep you from falling, "It's the least I can do I suppose." Kissing your forehead he adds, "Thanks for asking me for help."
Embracing the new you, leaving the fear of unworthiness behind, you respond. "Thank you for showing me how easy it can be."
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧
in which kagami and aomine’s rivalry on the court and with a girl gets boiled over in a few interesting ways... (aomine/kagami x reader)
cw: threesome, cursing, spitroasting, oral sex(m & f receiving), teasing, fingering, brief mlm 18+(mdni)
had to cool down while writing this wheww!
You knew the outfit was a mistake the second you stepped inside. A low cut tank top and shorts, gold necklace dangling against your collarbone, the inferno that was going on lately was just too much.
Your eyes immediately found Kagami already seated on the couch in Aomine’s bedroom, arms crossed, red shirt loose on his frame, and his legs spread like he didn’t know what to do with himself. He glanced up when you entered—and then did a double take, clearly not expecting you to show up looking like that.
You stared back with the exact same silent energy.
The bedroom was dimly lit, a soft blue from the LED strip running above Aomine’s desk, and the TV was already playing. Some god-awful thriller flickered across the screen—overacted, over-scored, under-budgeted.
Aomine was lounging beside Kagami, legs kicked up on the low table. His eyes flicked to you with a cocky grin. “Took you long enough.”
You rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you, dropping your bag by the corner before sitting down on the couch. You left space between yourself and both of them, but somehow Aomine still managed to lean just a little too close. You could feel his arm behind your back, his leg casually brushing yours and your lips curled slightly with irritation. After about fifteen minutes of silent sitting from just watching the film, you exhaled—bored.
“Okay,” you muttered. “This is terrible. Do either of you have actual taste?”
Kagami cleared his throat. “I brought a game.”
Aomine snorted. “Let me guess. Uno?”
Kagami ignored him and pulled out a card deck from his bag—black and red with golden lettering across the box. “Twenty Questions or something. It’s like Truth or Dare, gets people talking.”
Aomine raised a brow. “Gets people fighting, more like.”
You leaned forward and took the deck from Kagami’s hand. “Honestly? I’m desperate enough to give it a shot.”
Aomine shrugged. “Fine by me.”
None of you noticed Aomine slip a couple of other cards into the deck while you were shuffling the half in your hand.
Five rounds in, the game was mostly harmless. It wasn’t until Kagami pulled a card and paused that the air shifted. He stared at it, blinked then frowned hard.
You hovered over. “What does it say?”
Kagami glanced at you, red creeping up his neck and Aomine smirked.
“Kiss the person to your left,” he muttered, voice tight.
You stared.
You were to his left.
You closed your eyes, and then slowly brought your palm to your forehead, sighing. “You have got to be—”
“I’ll do it,” Kagami blurted and you froze, unsure.
“…If you want to?” Kagami added and looked like his head might explode, but his eyes were locked on yours, steady and serious now, like he’d made up his mind and there was no backing out.
You straightened slowly, studying him. His eyes flickered to your lips once—then back to your eyes.
And then he leaned forward and kissed you. It was chaste, barely any pressure at all and his lips were warm and gentle, like he was hesitant. Unsure on what was okay, what was fine to cross the line. Despite this, his kiss lingered and your initial thoughts on the two began fading, your eyelids closing without your permission.
The moment broke with a loud, theatrical scoff.
“That’s it?” Aomine said, grinning like the devil.
Kagami pulled back, flushing deeply. “Shut up.”
“Nah,” Aomine said, already hovering over the table toward you. “Lemme show you how it’s really done.”
You blinked, still flustered from the kiss. “What—”
Before you could finish, Aomine’s hand found your wrist, fingers light but firm, pulling you toward him. He looked at you—really looked—his eyes trailing from your eyes to your nose to your mouth like he was mapping out his path before taking it.
“You cool with this?” he asked, voice low. You hesitated but your hormones didn't, tingling with anticipation.
“…Yeah.” And then he kissed you. Aomine kissed like he meant it. With an open mouth and slow drag of his lips, his tongue brushed yours, and your breath caught before your palms pressed flat against his chest, to push him away or keep him close, you didn’t know. You melted into it for a second too long.
When you broke apart, breathless, the room felt smaller.
Kagami scoffed. “That was sloppy.”
“Oh?” Aomine leaned back with a lazy smile. “Jealous?”
“You wish.”
Aomine chuckled, licking his bottom lip where your gloss had smudged. “Want me to teach you, Kagami?” You were oddly quiet. Your breath caught in your throat and you flicked between the two of them.
You didn’t feel like you had the upper hand anymore, that’s for sure. Clearing your throat once, then twice, you reach over, murmuring, “my turn,” and for the first time—your voice actually cracked. You snatched a card from the pile, not looking at either of them as you flipped over. The silence was broken only by the soft hum of the TV still running behind you. Your eyes scanned the text and you blinked.
“Sit on the tallest person in the room for a minute.” You read slowly and you felt your jaw clench. Gaze narrowed, your head spun to glare at Kagami who was already turning red, rubbing at the back of his neck.
“Where the hell did you get these cards?”
“Uh...my captain. I didn't know they had that type of stuff.”
“Sure you didn't,” you said, card still in hand. You heard Aomine laugh at you outright, head tipping back. “C’mon princess, gotta play fair."
You sighed heavily, looking between them. It was obvious who was taller. You slumped a little and you muttered under your breath. Then, with the grace of a reluctant queen, you crawled across the plush floor of Aomine’s bedroom and planted yourself onto his lap.
Facing Kagami.
The second your thighs straddled Aomine’s, his hands instinctively found your waist. Not greedy—just firm. His thumbs brushed over your sides, and you felt your breath stutter, even as you kept your face blank. Kagami, seated directly across from you, was visibly fighting for composure. His hand twitched against the carpet.
Aomine smirked behind you. “Comfortable?” You didn’t dignify it with an answer.
Kagami grabbed a card before the minute could even begin, his movements brisk and irritated. “My turn.” Even though it wasn’t. He flipped it, eyebrows drawing together in a dark scowl as he read it. Then froze.
“What’s it say?” Aomine asked lazily, clearly enjoying himself. Kagami hesitated. Then muttered lowly, “Give the person with the longest hair a… hickey.”
Your brows arched. “You’re joking.” You glanced at Kagami. His face had gone full crimson, ears pink to the tips. Your hair fell just past your collarbone, loose from the heat of the room and the tension. The neckline of your top dipped, leaving a perfect canvas along the curve of your neck.
Aomine was already chuckling. “Come on, man. You’re redder than a damn tomato.”
Kagami glared. “Shut up.”
You sighed and slid off of Aomine’s lap, crawling across the short distance between them, then shifting so you were seated just in front of Kagami.
You pulled your hair back with one hand and tilted your chin up slightly, exposing the side of your neck to him.
“Go ahead, Kagami or are you chicken again?” Aomine drawled.
“Enough Aomine,” you said, voice like cut glass. You turned your eyes back to Kagami.
“I’m letting you,” you added, quiet but firm. He leaned forward slowly, hesitating once just before his lips brushed the slope of your neck. You could feel the heat of his breath before anything else. Then, he kissed and again, lower. And finally—he pressed a firmer kiss, letting his lips linger. His teeth grazed, gently, before he bit down just enough to make your pulse jump. You sucked in a breath.
A small sound escaped you, barely a hum but it was enough to make the other man click his tongue.
“I’m getting fomo,” he muttered, shifting from behind.
You had just started pulling away from Kagami when Aomine’s hand found your chin, turning your face toward him—and suddenly his mouth was on yours again, kissing you like the moment owed him something. This kiss was deeper than the last, more desperate. Your breath caught, but your mouth responded before your brain could stop it.
You didn’t know how this game escalated this quick, all you know is you suddenly found yourself on your knees, the carpet rough under your legs as you looked up at them—Aomine towering with that lazy smirk, and Kagami awkwardly avoiding your eyes, his cheeks flushed deep crimson.
The redhead pretending to study the wall turned his head and Aomine—well being him wasn’t so subtle, gaze dipping to your bare chest before locking eyes with you, a flash of smug satisfaction crossing his features. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, unimpressed. “Can I stand now?”
Aomine nudged Kagami with his elbow. He responded by sighing irritably, looking at the clock. “Nope, you still got time,” he muttered.
You exhaled through your nose, head dropping as your fingers drummed endlessly on your thighs. Aomine tilted his head slightly, amusement dancing in his expression.
“You don’t look bad like this,” he said, voice rich with teasing, “Actually kind of cute—suits you.” He proceeded to then nudge Kagami again.
Kagami frowned. "What are you-"
But then he glanced down at you, and something shifted in his face. Slowly, a grin started to pull at his lips, like he hated to admit it. "He's right. As much as I hate agreeing with this guy."
You scowled and smacked Kagami's hand away when he reached to pat your head. "Fuck off," you snapped, looking to the side to hide the way your heartbeat stuttered. That touch had done more than you wanted to admit.
"Babe," Aomine murmured with a laugh, "your thighs are tensing."
You didn't answer, but started to rise—only to be stopped by a hand on your shoulder, gently but firmly pushing you back down. Aomine wasn't smiling anymore. His expression had darkened with something heavier.
You shot him a glare, then turned that same heat on Kagami—until you finally noticed the tension in both of them. Your eyes dropped, and your lips curved upward into a sly, slow grin.
"Oh? You two are really this easy?" you asked, voice sugary and mocking. "All it takes is a pair of tits and you're this hard?”
Kagami flushed deeper but didn't hide himself.
Aomine shrugged with a crooked smirk.
"Can't blame us," he said. "But the real question is... what are you gonna do about it?"
You leaned back slightly, gaze flicking between them. The clock ticked past your time limit but you didn't move. A spark lit in your eyes, something wild and wicked tempting you from the inside.
"Nothing," you said smoothly—but your tone suggested otherwise.
You crawled forward just slightly, palm trailing up the inside of Aomine's thigh, eyes locked with his. His breath hitched, and you felt the shift in the air as Kagami took a half-step closer, caught in the gravity of your pull, straight into your face.
"I'm just horny, don’t think much of it.” you grunt under your breath like it was a warning-to them, or to yourself, like you weren’t sure. In no matter of seconds—Kagami was bare, flushed, his cock twitching right near your face, eyes wide with disbelief at just how far this had gone, and how you let it.
"You're actually—fuck," Kagami muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, like the sight of you between them had short-circuited him.
"Don't get shy now," you smirked, hand wrapping around the base of his dick without warning. He hissed out a breath through his teeth, his head dropping as your grip tightened just enough to make him twitch again.
Beside you, Aomine's hips rolled forward lazily, letting you feel the weight of him pressed against your palm. "Keep teasing like that," he muttered into the air, voice low and dripping,
"and I'll make sure you're the one begging."
You laughed-genuine, amused, wild. "Who said I wasn’t already?” Then you spat into your palm, dragged it over Kagami's length without breaking eye contact. The sound he let out wasn't even human. His hips jerked forward once, just once, and you rewarded it with a little twist of your wrist. You heard a small tsk from Aomine and you smiled, pulling his sweatpants down.
"Easy," you teased. "I've got two hands for a reason." You reached and found Aomine's cock next, hot and heavy and already leaking. He groaned when you gripped him, his breath hitching as he buried his face in his shoulder, trying to keep composure.
"Fuck," he muttered, "Imagine what your mouth's gonna do."
You didn't give him the satisfaction of an answer—you just leaned away and licked a slow stripe up Kagami's shaft. He cursed, both hands flying to your shoulders, like if he didn't anchor himself, he might lose it right there.
You took him into your mouth-slow, deliberate, letting him feel every inch of heat and spit and tongue. His head fell back with a broken moan, muscles shaking with restraint.
“Look at you go,” Aomine teased, bucking his hips into your palm. You didn't answer—mouth too full. But you lifted your hand and gave him a slow stroke anyway, twisting your wrist just right, feeling him twitch against your palm.
"Get up,” Aomine muttered, voice rough. You were flipped on the bed before you could blink—Kagami's hands guiding you to your hands and knees, his fingers lingering like he didn't want to let go. Aomine was behind you in a flash, kneeling between your thighs like he'd waited all damn day for it. In front of you, Kagami was kneeling as well, shirtless, chest rising and falling like he was holding back. His eyes were locked on yours, jaw clenched. You could tell he hated seeing you on someone else’s bed, especially his bed.
“So where is this going now?” Kagami asked, voice flat, but laced with heat, eyes drifting from your eyes to your chest.
Behind you, Aomine leaned down, his voice brushing your ear. “I think she’s smart enough to figure it out.”The air between the three of you was thick. No one said what they really wanted to say directly. You were caught between two storms—Kagami’s burning stare and Aomine’s lazy possessiveness. And you didn’t want to back down from either.
“You two are exhausting, stop talking as if I’m dumb,” you muttered, eyes flicking between them. Aomine chuckled low behind you. “Then why’re you still here?”
“Because I’m curious,” You shifted slightly, legs tingling from their bent position, which only pushed you further against Aomine's cock. He let out a sharp whistle. You bit your lip and sighed, already regretting how badly you wanted this, but the heat between your legs was louder than your pride.
"Sure you are,” Aomine grinned into your neck. "Don’t kid sweetheart, turns you on being between us like this doesn’t it?”
Kagami said something under his breath, then leaned in, the line of sight between your eyes and his cock undeniable. "Ignore him," he muttered. "Just...continue sucking me."
“Okay, Kagami.”
You kissed slowly along his V-line, your hand wrapping around him—thick, warm, heavy and still wet from your spit. His breath caught and Aomine hummed behind you, lazily grinding his length between your thighs, smearing your slick along himself without going in. "Atta girl," Aomine murmured. "Give us a performance."
Kagami looked down at you, embarrassed, but too hard to stop you. His cheeks burned as your fingers stroked him, slow and reverent. You tapping his tip on your tongue, watching the way his body shuddered. Aomine leaned over you, one hand still gripping your hip as he glanced down at the lace panties crumpled on the floor. "Lace?" he scoffed. "You did know what you were doing."
You moaned around Kagami's cock, the sound muffled, needy. You hollowed your cheeks and watched him try to stay composed—and fail. Drool slid down your chin as you pulled off with a wet pop, then licked your lips and smiled. "I can't wait anymore," you said breathlessly.
"Kagami, you go first."
Aomine scoffed. "Why don't / get to go first?"
"Because you talk too much," you muttered, then added, "And I doubt either of you wants your dicks touching inside me, right?" You lay back against Aomine's thighs, your legs spreading shamelessly. Your body glistened, already soaked. He knew—knew down to the gut—that this view of you would’ve been perfect if not for the way tanned hands were roaming across your breasts like they belonged there, and Aomine’s mouth slotted against yours shamelessly.
"Well? Fuck her before I do," Aomine said smugly, pulling away with gloss and spit smeared over him.
Kagami grunted, grabbed your legs, and pushed them apart to kneel between them. He dragged himself along your slit, spreading the mess, and you exhaled, breathless.
"Get it over with already," you tried to say, but the words broke apart little by little when he pressed into you, slow and thick. The stretch forced your mouth open and your hand gripped Aomine’s thigh as you groaned. Your body twisted—Kagami fucking you deep and slow. The heat—of him and the sun—was overwhelming. The sounds of skin meeting skin, your gasps, their ragged breaths filling the room. Aomine watched you fall apart, his face unreadable except for the tension in his jaw.
"Shit," he said quietly. He wasn’t going to let his rival beat him this time. Once was excusable—barely. But twice? Never. The moment your quiet gasps turned into breathless moans for a second too long, he dragged his palm across your collarbone, chest, stomach—reaching to press low, tantalising touches onto your clit. "She's not loud enough, Kagami."
"Shut up," Kagami snapped, but his hips sped up.
You moaned out, voice boosted a little louder. "Right there, Kaga..."
Aomine rolled his thumb over your clit, smirking as your thighs twitched. "C'mon, Kagami. I’ve heard her sing louder at practice than this." Your brows furrowed, lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to block them out—focused on your pleasure.
Kagami gritted his teeth, looking down on you “ Don't worry about him, just focus on me."
But his focus cracked the second you gasped, trembling under Aomine's touch as his fingers increasingly moved over you.
"Don't rub too fast Aomine," you panted. "I'm gonna-"
"Did you hear that?" Aomine teased. "She called my name, not yours.”
"Yeah, and who's actually inside her?" Kagami snapped, adjusting his angle to go deeper. Aomine smirked, that cocky, unbothered kind—the kind that said he’d already won. Then, he dipped his head and bit lightly at the curve of your neck, fingers slowling slightly.
“You know…” he muttered, just loud enough for Kagami to hear, “if I was the one doing the job, she would’ve been satisfied by now.”
Kagami’s jaw clenched. His eyes shut for a second, breath heavy and ragged through his nose before— he let go of your thigh and swung.
You gasped but the punch never landed. Aomine leaned back, easily dodging it, lips still curved like he was enjoying every second of this. The problem came when the motion shoved you forward slightly—folded in half between them and your moan breaking in half—Kagami’s cock slipping out from inside you.
"Thanks a lot, you fucking hotheads," you said weakly, approaching orgasm gone.
Kagami glared. "Let's switch if you're so confident."
“Of course.” Aomine flipped you easily, laying you on your stomach with your ass arched up. He rubbed himself through your slick again, lining up. You glanced back and blinked—he was thick.
Stupidly thick, how you didn’t really notice while jerking him off was beyond you.
"Bigger, right?" he said, cocky. You rolled your eyes, about to answer—but Kagami grabbed your chin and forced your mouth open.
"Fuck you look so good for me,” Kagami whispered, brushing your lips with his thumb.
"For us," Aomine corrected, smirking at the two pairs of eyes that rolled back so far into their heads at him, it was almost synchronized. Kagami chose to kiss you, tongue deep, possessive, fighting to kick him out. You whimpered against his mouth, bits of pride unraveling with every second.
“Sorry, can’t wait any longer.” Then, without warning, Aomine pulled your hips back and slid in—hot, deep, slow. Your moan was muffled in Kagami's mouth. Kagami sat up in front of you again, stroking himself slowly, watching your face twist with every thrust Aomine delivered.
"Open up,” Kagami said, voice dark, needy.
You didn't hesitate.
Your mouth parted, tongue out, spit already dripping from your lips and Kagami easily slid back in, groaning as you wrapped your lips around him like you'd been starving for it. Your moans were muffled, guttural. Each time Aomine thrust in, it made your lips sink further down Kagami's cock. You were forced to gag and drool further—but you kept going, eyes rolling when Kagami grabbed your hair, using it to guide your rhythm.
"Filthy girl," Aomine murmured behind you. "Taking dick in both ends after all the denying you’d never be with one of us."
Kagami chuckled breathlessly, sweat glistening at his temples. "You hear how wet she is? Shit— she loves this."
Aomine reached around, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing with slow, devastating circles that made your legs tremble. Kagami stared down at you, his cock twitching in your throat, your lips wrapped tight, your jaw aching—and still you kept moaning. Then Aomine leaned over, breath against your ear. "Say it," he growled. "Tell us you fucking love it."
You pulled off Kagami's cock with a wet gasp, panting, spit stringing from your lip to his tip.
"Nah, you guys love it.” you rasped. Both of their heads tilted slightly, lips twitching into smirks. Still standing on business, still in ‘control’, even though they’d reduced you to this. Kagami wiped your lip with his thumb gently, then shoved himself right back into your mouth. "Not done."
Aomine groaned, picking up the pace, thrusts hitting harder, deeper. "Choke on him—fuck.” You reached back blindly, fingers digging into Aomine's thigh as you choked on Kagami again. Your legs were shaking. Every part of you was shaking. And you knew you were close—so damn close. "I—fuck—I'm gonna-" you tried to say, voice strangled and muffled between moans and movement and their dicks.
Their eyes trailed across you slowly.
Kagami's jaw clenched as he watched the bounce of your ass with every roll of Aomine's hips, the slap of skin echoing off the walls.
Aomine, in contrast, was lazily enthralled by your mouth, watching your lips stretched around Kagami's length, cheeks hollowed, head bobbing, your throat working like it was made to take him.
You were a mess, and they were feeding off it—off each other.
Most men would be tense in this kind of scene. Competitive. Jealous. But Aomine just smirked, eyes dragging over Kagami's chest, his arms flexing where they braced above your head, his face twisted in restraint.
"Can't believe how quick you folded," Aomine said, voice rough and low, watching you without shame. "Not even half an hour ago you were mouthing off like we couldn't handle you."
You pulled off Kagami's cock, till his tip pressed on your swollen lips, drool slipping down your chin. "Still can't," you rasped. "I'm doing most of the work."
Kagami groaned, biting back a laugh. "You're unbelievable."
Aomine leaned forward slightly, his hand still gripping your waist. He wasn't looking at you now—his gaze was on Kagami. "That outfit was screaming fuck me. She knew what she was doing."
Kagami narrowed his eyes, bracing harder against the mattress. "What the hell are you staring at?"
Aomine smirked. "The veins in your neck," he murmured. "The way you're about to lose it." He was closer now, breath brushing Kagami's jaw, their tension spiking in the air.
You pulled back from Kagami completely, coughing softly, eyes flicking between them. "Oh, for fuck's sake," you muttered. "Just kiss already."
Kagami glared down at you. "Use your mouth properly."
But Aomine's hand didn't move from Kagami's shoulder. And before either of you could say another word, his fingers threaded between his hair on the nape of his neck.
“Shit—you gonna kiss me?” Kagami joked lightly, but his lips parted as if he anticipated it and Aomine tugged him forward, with a soft nod.
The kiss was soft. Kagami's eyes widened, breath stolen right from his chest. But he didn't pull away. He leaned in, and the tension snapped like a rubber band—sharp and hot. Their mouths moved, tongues brushing like they'd been thinking about it far too long.
You blinked, stunned.
“That was…” You trailed as they broke apart just slightly, still close enough to breathe each other in, eyes locked in something hotter than rivalry now. Then Aomine looked down at you, lips wet and curved.
"You gonna keep watching, or get back to work?" he said lazily. And just like that, Kagami shoved back into your mouth without another word, groaning like he needed it more than air. Aomine's hands were already roaming again, fingers between your legs, pressing against your slick heat like he was claiming the rest of you.
They didn’t need to say much.
That kiss said everything.
It knocked down the last of the tension between them—and you. Aomine finally pulled out with a low growl, his cock slapping against your ass, soaked with your slick. He gripped himself tight, pumping hard, watching you get used like a toy by Kagami.
"Fuck—look at you,” Aomine groaned deep in his chest, hips jerking forward uselessly before he gripped your ass with one hand and came in thick, hot ropes across your back, thighs, and that perfect ass of yours. You moaned around Kagami's cock at the sensation, the mess, the filth of it all.
"Shit—shit—“Kagami groaned, pulling back just in time to spill across your lips, your tongue, your chin. His thighs shook. "Take it—just like that, fuck-" You did. You sat there, panting, covered—mouth open, jaw slack, cum smeared across your skin like a trophy.
The room fell into a heavy silence, just breathing. The hum of the AC. The creak of the bed under shifting weight of three people. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, slow, dramatic, and looked up at the two of them with a raised brow.
"That's it?" you said, voice raspy, mocking. "All that and I still didn't get an orgasm?"
The boys exchanged a glance, smug and dangerous.
Aomine leaned in. "You don't like us, remember?"
"Finish yourself off," Kagami added with a smirk.
You opened your mouth to protest—but Aomine was already between your legs, tongue flicking expertly, and Kagami's fingers curled inside you, drawing gasps from your throat.
Your orgasm hit like a wave, your body trembling as you slumped deeper into the bed.
You missed the moment Kagami stuck his fingers into Aomine's mouth, sucking lazily before they both leaned back, smooshing you between their sweaty bodies.
"You satisfied?" Kagami asked, voice husky.
You smirked through the afterglow. "I don't know. I still don't like you guys that much.”
Aomine grinned, “Then maybe…we just need to try harder.” Hands on your waist, on your neck, in your hair. Warm mouths pressing slow, hungry kisses to your skin—your cheek, your collarbone, the corner of your lips. The real adventure was about to begin.
part 1, part 2
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ haunted - sub!mafia boss!mingi x reader
my wicked tongue, where will it be? I know if I'm onto you, I'm on to you - haunted, beyoncé mafia boss!mingi is dirty when he’s desperate and you can’t help that you like to see him act so desperate, begging for your attention.
six foot, tone muscles, tattoos running down his arms and neck, bruises blooming across his skin from fights that he doesn't bother trying to hide.
he never does. there is no will to perform for anyone, to soften himself to make it easier for others to swallow, no.
he wants everyone to know he is exactly who is seems like he is. the type of person everyone is afraid of. you're sure there are whispers of him in the streets, warning of the danger his sight brings.
pairing﹢park seonghwa x fem!reader genre﹢smut. established relationship, semi-public/public sex, skinny dipping, dom/sub dynamics, seonghwa has baby fever, overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie, praise kink, usage of petnames (my love, my girl, etc), aftercare. synopsis﹢months before your wedding, your fiancé just can't keep his hands to himself, and who can blame him when his soon-to-be wife is hotter than the sun. word count﹢2,4k
the sun was doing its best to create an impossible heat to deal with, but honestly, it didn't stand a chance against you. coconut oil on your skin, shimmering under the rays like a trophy someone won and intended to keep polished. the sunglasses perched on your nose gave you that untouchable and cinematic look of the kind of woman who only stays in villas that require a private boat to reach.
SEONGHWA was the architect of this indulgence. your fiancé didn't just love you; he arranged your life. the type of man who skipped the grocery store roses for floor-to-ceiling bouquets and ensured that your lego collection consisted only of the most complex and rare sets. to him, affordable was a word for other people.
the sound of his footsteps on the white tiles was the only thing better than the ocean breeze. he sank into the deckchair beside you, the clink of ice in the cocktail glasses a promise of relief in the hot weather.
"sorry for keeping you waiting, my love," his voice dropping into that smooth, low register that always made your stomach flip. you peeked over the rim of your glasses, watching him lean back. he looked effortless, every bit like the millionaire who could buy the island if he wanted to, much sweeter than the drink in your hand. "i assume you like it here?"
“i love it, hwa." of course, how could you not? a five-star hotel by the seaside, the ocean taking up the entire view, not to mention the pool and its private zone. “thank you so much again, for planning all this.”
the conversation drifted between the wedding plans and the guest list, which seemed to get longer with each passing day. you wanted specific floral arrangements, and he was more than ready to swipe the card and make your most special day unforgettable. seonghwa watched you with a soft smile as he stood up, his silhouette cutting a line against the setting sun, casting a shadow over you.
patience | jongho x reader
tags: power bottom!jongho, edging, jongho is a brat, riding, creampie, bodily fluids, aftercare, loosely proofread
900 sins
you’ve had jongho on his back for what feels like forever, the room quiet except for the hum of cars outside and the wet sounds of your hand.
he’s naked, legs spread, one knee bent while you stroke him slowly, thumb sliding over the head every time you stroke upwards. his cock is heavy in your hand, flushed and leaking over your fingers.
“you’re taking your time tonight,” jongho says calmly as one hand rests behind his head, the other rubbing along your thigh, “not that i’m complaining..”
thinking about san being needy and marking
the room was filled with loud squelching sounds and a mixture of yours and san's moans as he bullied his cock into your slick walls. you weren't even sure how you had gotten to this point. what was just a normal movie night with sugar-filled snacks and soda turned into a very heated scene that closely resembled the one that was playing, forgotten on the screen of the tv.
"f-fuck, baby, you feel so damn good," san whined as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his own sounds while yours echoed in his ears. your freshly manicured nails dug into the already red skin of his shoulders, adding to the previously existing marks. you tried to respond to your dark-haired boyfriend, but all coherent thoughts fled from your mind the moment you felt him brush over your sweet spot.
"sannie!" you nearly screamed, back arching off the bed and allowing him to plunge even deeper into your wet walls. tears blurred your vision and pleas of being close fell from your slack lips, but san didn't stop, nor slow down.
"i'm sorry, love, you— nghh! fuck, your pussy is just too good." san breathed onto your skin, lips sucking deep purple and red marks along your neck and shoulder as he continued to fuck his aching cock into your walls, groaning when you tightened around him.
your high was racing up to you, threatening to knock you over the edge at any given moment. the tears that had been sitting in the corner of your eyes broke free as you clung to your feline-eyed boyfriend. when the smooth head of his cock kissed your cervix, you came without warning, body spazzing under san's as incoherent warbles fell from your saliva-slick lips. san gasped out, followed by a pitched whine when your walls tightened around him like a vice, begging him to never leave.
"holy shit," san whined, pulling his face from your neck to take in your fucked out expression, and that was enough to nearly send him over, but he still needed a little more.
moving a shaky hand from his shoulder to his neck, you pulled him down into a sloppy, spit-filled kiss. san's hands tightened on your hips, sure to leave bruises the next morning, but neither of you cared at the given moment. his lips trailed from yours down to your jaw before finding your collarbone, nipping softly at the skin and causing your back to arch again.
"s-san—" your words caught in your throat when he suddenly bit down on your collarbone, almost breaking the skin. a mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through you, and your walls clamped around san's cock, finally tipping him over the edge.
"fuckkk…" san whined as he buried his face in your neck, teeth sinking into your skin once more as he fucked his cum back into your twitching walls.
© 𝐬𝐭𝐱𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 | 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮
THE PRINCIPLE OF THINGS ✶ FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI
꒰ synopsis ꒱ ✶ it’s been a rough night. your heart is still recovering from being broken, you need an uber home, your phone is dead, and everyone else has already left the class 1-a yearly reunion. well—everyone except bakugou. he gives you not just a ride home, but a solution to your lonely predicament
── ✶ WORD COUNT. 12.0k words ; give it a chance plssss
── ✶ BEFORE YOU READ. female reader ; pro hero bakugou + pro hero reader ; reader was in class 1-a ; reader has a quirk (she's stretchy - think like elastigirl from the incredibles LOL) ; reader gets her heart broken by an unnamed random guy + has insecurities ; bakugou is silently pining (and quite good at hiding it tbh) ; friends (sort of) to lovers ; cunnilingus ; p in v ; creampie ; morning after ; confessions (sort of. its bakugou ok) ; getting together ; the class 1-a girls are gossips ; masterlist.
꒰ commentary ꒱ ✶ hi my name is riv and i am going thru mental breakdown after mental breakdown about my life but it wont stop me from writing about letting bkg hit
Class 1-A is trauma-bonded for life—it’s this invisible, untraceable, yet undeniable thing.
Sure, years pass. Adulthood kicks in. Lives become busier, more hectic, more demanding. Time is a funny thing—nine years ago, you were sitting in a classroom with these people, learning how to be a hero. Nine years later, you’re sitting in a rented-out bar, sharing a drink with them as they trade hero stories like it’s part of the average day.
Then again, you suppose it is the average day for pros. Wake up, go to work, save people, crack cases, go on patrol, and go to sleep. Repeat.
₊˚.༄ ATEEZ expiry date
synopsis: “when we break up…” prank
warnings: none
requests open! reply here or to pinned post for tags.
new taglist: @seodwae
𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑬𝒁 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔: 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯! 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯!𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐱 𝐅!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ @yuyueater (send an ask to be added!)
Perv!yunho who begs you to sit on his face, tongue thrusting deep into your cunt while he humps the air desperately.
Perv!Yunho who asks for footjobs instead of blowjobs because he loves seeing your pretty feet wrapped around him.
Perv!Yunho who sends you voice messages, begging you to let him touch himself while you’re out.
Perv!Yunho who has a whole folder filled with videos of you degrading him.
Perv!Yunho who gets off to you making him cry while edging him.
Perv!Yunho who likes to hump your leg in the middle of the night when he’s extremely horny.
Perv!Yunho who loves hearing you call him your “Good Boy” while he kneels down to eat you out.
[noun] love
pairing: jongho x fem!reader
genre: fluff, heavily suggestive at the end, non-idol au, college au, childhood friends to lovers, penpals to friends to lovers, unrequited love that is actually requited, reader is an exchange student at jongho's university, ateez are volleyball players, i know nothing about volleyball, mentions of virgin jongho at the end, first love kind of thing
wc: 8.5k
summary: you and jongho met as children during a letter writing project. years later, you get the chance to meet in person because of a study exchange but you are determined to keep your feelings a secret - after all, how do you tell your best friend you’re in love with him?
a/n: this is my contribution to the alive live collab hosted by @sungbeam! it was such a fun collab where I got to speak and write with such amazing mutuals, ily all ❤️❤️❤️ the last scene of this fic actually took me ages to write, it just wouldn't come together like i wanted, so the nsfw scene has been taken out potentially to be posted as a side fic in the future when the idea is coperating with me 😭😭 i hope you like it anyways!!
thank you to @xomakara for the banner. i legit never make banners for my fics so thank u so much bby <3
masterlist // requests: open
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To my new friend,
My name is ----. I am 8 years old. I live in England. I like to write stories.
What is your name? I don’t know a lot about South Korea. Where do you live? What do you like to do?
I look forward to your reply.
From,
Your new friend
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It started because of a school project.
Your Year 3 teacher was friends with someone who taught abroad and they came up with a writing unit that involved sending letters to people hours away in South Korea. You wouldn’t say you were excited about it but you definitely thought it was cool. Countries in Asia felt so far away from where you were right now and the idea that you could communicate with one without the use of technology sounded wonderfully archaic (you’d just learnt that word and used it obnoxiously when you had the chance).
So you wrote your initial letter using the writing frame your teacher gave you. You shared your name, your age, your home town, and your favourite hobby. You asked about Korea, about where they lived, to share something in Korean that you could practice reading or speaking (you didn’t know at the time how different hangul looked from English and that it would take some effort to be able to read it).
You didn’t know that your letter being selected by one person would change so much of your life.
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To ---
Thank you for your letter.
My name is Jongho. I am 8 years old. I live in Goyang. I like to sing.
Goyang is very pretty. I like the lake here. What is England like? My teacher says it rains.
What do you write?
I wait for your reply.
From,
Jongho
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You only shared a handful of letters before the writing project came to an end. You remembered holding your opened letters in your hand and frowning at your teacher as you asked, “does that mean I can’t speak to Jongho anymore?”
Early Mingi x f!reader
req. mingi and dry humping. thats it. or like just cumming from a pussyjob and then riding him/overstim n teasing him about cumming early warnings: nsfw 18+, switch!mg, switch!reader, sub/dom dynamics, pussyjob, teasing, petnames (baby, angel, good girl etc.) riding, creampie wc. 1.1k an. a req i loved writing :3 hope this matched your needs anonie! tysm for requesting me! + this also works as a 500 follower special! tysm to all my dollies for supporting me!! enjoy <3 not proofread! taglist: @sablewardapocalypse @joongnoodle @matznana @fixonjade @kisssan
KISS ME AND I MIGHT DROP DEAD
PAIRING: grumpy!hongjoong x sunshine!reader
CONTAINS: fluff & light teasing
SUMMARY: how being in a relationship with grumpy hongjoong looks like
AUTHOR’S NOTES: first time writing a hc!! lowkey kinda nervous!! sorry if this is kinda short though ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა howeverrr i added a few scenarios soo enjoy <33!
MASTERLIST
✶⋆.˚ GRUMPY!HONGJOONG who thinks you’re cute all the time. Honestly, nobody else would survive annoying him the way you do; you could steal his jackets, interrupt him while he’s working in the studio to show him something silly, or even stick Sanrio stickers on his belongings, and he still lets you get away with all of it. Although he complains about it the entire time and he’d tell you to stop, the second you stop bothering him, he starts wondering why it’s suddenly quiet.
Everytime
zayne x fem!reader
summary: you and zayne make the most of your time in the northern territories.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, fluff, kissing, vaginal fingering, masturbation, oral sex, hand job, p in v, praise kink, loss of virginity, historical au, entwined kites continuation
wc: 9.7k
a/n: this is kinda late but zayne was so scrumptiously perfect in it that i had to! i hope you enjoy!! <3
also on ao3!
“Are you making it a habit to lounge on every roof we come across?”
You shift, head poking over the edge of the snow-laden roof to find Zayne peering up at you. He raises his brows, eyes twinkling with amusement when you simply sprawl over the roof a little more, perched on the rafters contentedly.
“They are quite comfortable,” you say, fingers gliding through the snow, pushing it towards the edge, watching as it falls, snow dusting over Zayne’s hair delicately.
He huffs out a soft laugh, brushing the snow from his hair, his hand reaching out for you soon after.
“Be that as it may be,” Zayne murmurs, “I should not wish for you to become ill, my beloved. It is too cold. Come down, won’t you?”
