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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟

Well I guess what hurt me most of all, you were playing with my heart...

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𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅!𝖸𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗇𝗈 𝖧𝖤𝖠

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖬𝖣𝖭𝖨, 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝖸𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗏, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗇𝗈 𝖧𝖤𝖠 (𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀…)

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌: 2.4𝗄

𝖠𝖭: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿: 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖲𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗍! 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 (𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀…) 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽

𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗇

𝖱𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 🤍

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The familiar black door stares back at you as you stand frozen in front of it, like you have for the last fifteen minutes.

You don’t know why you’re here again. There’s a reason you left, but it always seems to be pulling you back, the promise of what’s on the other side too strong to resist.

“Y/n?”

The sound of his soft voice makes you jump, like you should feel guilty for being here.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, standing a safe distance away from you. The hope in his voice makes your stomach twist.

“I umm…”

The words just refuse to come out and your shoulders slump in defeat.

“Nevermind, I was just leaving.”

You walk around him but he grabs your arm, long fingers wrapping so naturally around it.

“Don’t. Please don’t leave again.” His eyes search for yours. “Come inside so we can talk.”

You drop your head, knowing you can’t say no to him.

This is why you shouldn’t have come. You knew better.

He unlocks his door, not letting go of you - though his hand has now slid down to yours, fingers laced in your significantly smaller ones, so routinely.

He drags you into his dorm. The familiar scents hit you like a truck, tears pricking at your waterline. Three weeks since you broke up with him, yet this place feels like you never left. It feels like home.

“You’re still wearing my hoodie.”

You turn around, blinking back your tears.

“Sorry?”

He tilts his head with a sad smile. “The hoodie I gave you on our third date. You’re wearing it.”

You look down, blushing as you fiddle with the hem. “Oh. Right. Sorry, I’ll give it back to you.”

You start taking it off, passing it just above your head, arms still stuck in it when he stops you.

“Don’t, it’s yours. Always has been. I just… I like that you still wear it.”

You finish passing the fabric over your head.

“Please take it. I didn’t wear it on purpose, I swear, but… I think I need to get rid of it and, well, it’s yours.”

He doesn’t take it instantly, looking at it with so much sadness on his face. Eventually, he takes it reluctantly, folding and placing it carefully on the kitchen counter.

“Is everything okay? It’s not that I don’t want you here, you know I do, but why… you know. Why are you here?” He asks softly.

You bite your lip, the tears coming back with a vengeance despite your best efforts to hold them at bay.

“I don’t know why. I was walking around and then, before I knew it… I didn't mean to come here.”

Your mouth is saying one thing, but your heart knows it’s not true. You didn’t intend on coming here, but you were aware of what was happening the whole time. You could have left instead of waiting at his door, like you were hoping for some miracle - hoping for him.

The gates open without warning.

“It’s killing me, Yunho. It’s killing me to stay, and it’s killing me to leave. I can’t stay away from you and I hate it because it just hurts even more in the end.”

A tear finally breaks past your waterline and you laugh, though it lacks humour. “I don’t even know why I’m emotional when I knew it from the start!”

His lips are pressed to yours before you can understand it, his palms cradling your face softly but desperately. It takes you a second but you push away from him.

“No! Don’t do that! You can’t solve everything with a kiss.” The tears are free falling now, sobs racking your body. “I.. I can’t… You know I love you, but you know why I left. I can’t think when you kiss me. I can’t think when you’re near me. I can’t. I c-…”

You slide to the floor, hands on the cold tile, trying to ground yourself. You’re hyperventilating now, gasping at air, trying to let the oxygen make its way to your tingling fingertips.

He comes to kneel in front of you, teary eyed, and you lean your head back against the wall, eyes closed, unable to look at him.

“Y/n please. I can do better. I will. Just give me another chance.”

“I gave you a hundred Yunho. A hundred chances to put me f-first.” You hiccup. “Not all the time, just every now and then - putting me before your fans. But you kept lying and m-making up excuses.” You take a breath, whispering your next words, unable to look at him. “I gave you two years of my life - you couldn’t give me five minutes.”

He chokes on a sob, his voice coming out barely above a whisper. “Please don’t cry. Not for me. I don’t deserve your tears. Don’t cry baby.”

You open your eyes to see his face is wet too, and you can’t help the way your first instinct is to wipe his cheek. He leans into your soft hand and it’s like the touch burns you, your hand dropping to your side instantly.

For a moment, you just look into each other’s eyes.

They were always your favourite part of his face. The way you could tell everything he was feeling and thinking from just looking into them - they’re what drew you in first.

“I don’t want to lose you forever.” He finally whispers, leaning closer to you. “I love you. I need you. I didn’t understand then but I do now.” He grabs your face again, kneeling between your legs, and this time you don’t have it in you to push him away. “Let me show you.”

His breath ghosts your lips and another tear falls silently from your eyes as they close, giving in to him like you did every time before.

The moment his lips press against yours, you know you’ve lost. You know this will devastate you when you have to leave again, because deep down, you know nothing will change. He was your priority, but his job and fans are his - always will be. Yet for a moment, one you want to stretch for as long as possible, you’re his priority again - and your heart is too good at lying to itself to see through the ephemerality of it all.

His hands carefully tread in your hair, his lips not fully pressed against yours, giving you an out.

You could take it. You should. But you don’t - because the weight of his lips on yours feels like home, the smell of his perfume is comforting, and his hands feel safe. You never got to say goodbye right, and maybe - just maybe - this will be what you need to move on.

Lies.

Your own fingers graze his chest, wrapping around his neck, tugging his short fluffy hair. He sighs into you and your heart burns at his vulnerability.

The taste of both of your tears mixed with his sweetness makes your head spin.

He deepens the kiss and you can’t resist him anymore, completely relinquishing control, letting him lift you up to your knees so he can hold you closer. You let his hands sneak under your tank top, caressing the small of your back, despising the way your body betrays you as it shudders. You didn’t mean for your hands to move, but at some point between the kiss and his hands exploring your body, yours started doing the same with him.

You can’t ignore the way he’s growing harder against your stomach, as much as you wish you could, and you can’t refuse when he wraps your legs around his waist, lifts you both up, and walks you to his bedroom.

He doesn’t put you down yet, keeping you on his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed, hugging you and devastating you all in one breath. It’s like he’s afraid that if he puts any distance between you, you’ll take it as an opportunity to run.

And honestly? You might.

His lips travel down to your shoulder.

“P-please.”

He doesn’t know what else to say to make you stay, and a big part of him does hope that his touch will make you reconsider. Because he knows the reason you left is him. He loves you but doesn’t know how to show you. He never learned. All he was taught was how to give his love to the fans - to keep them, keep his career, his reason for existing. He didn’t notice that reason became you until he realised that the one thing he didn’t know how to do was show you just how desperately he loved and needed you.

New tears silently fall down your face, your heart breaking a little more with every touch.

His grip on your back tightens as he arches it, tracing your collarbones down to your chest. Your fingers are gripping his t-shirt so tightly you could tear holes in it, but right now, it’s your only anchor.

Your treacherous breaths grow shallower as his lips continue lower, until you’re leaning back in his lap, head falling over his knees.

“I love you.” He mumbles into your stomach. “I’m sorry.”

Skilfully and without any resistance from you, he takes his time removing your sweats, holding onto your arms so you don’t fall and to keep you in his grasp. When he’s freed you from them, he pulls you back up until your foreheads are pressed against each others’.

Your hips rut against his out of instinct and he mumbles a wet moan, a couple of fresh tears decorating his face.

He pulls his own bottoms off and you tug his t-shirt over his head, only able to look at him and flatten your palms against his boiling golden skin.

He lifts you up, lining himself with you, and a fresh tear falls from your eye when he sinks you down onto him.

Your breaths are shaky from the physical pleasure contrasting with the pain you’re both going through.

With his forehead still on yours, looking up at you with those puppy eyes that always made you melt, he grabs your hips and starts rocking you on him. You close your eyes, trying to focus on the feeling, but he needs you to focus on him, to not separate the moment from him.

“Baby look at me.”

“I can’t.”

He grabs your face with one hand, continuing to guide your hips with the other, slightly rolling his own.

“I can’t live without you.”

You whimper, both from the pleasure and his words.

“Neither can I, but - argh - I don’t exist with you e-either.”

“Don’t say that. I love you, I love you, I love you…”

The intensity of his thrusts gets stronger with every whispered word as he repeats them over and over.

Your face is covered in fresh tears that he kisses off before they make it past your chin.

“I love you too.”

It’s true. You love him more than anything in the world, which is why this hurts so much. You wish it was enough, but it never will be.

You’re getting close now, a confusing feeling when your heart is breaking into a million fragments whilst he physically undoes you so wonderfully.

Knowing this is the last time, you give in and grab his face, kissing him with all the love you have left for him - hoping, despite how sick it makes you, that he can take it and remember this feeling for the next girl who opens up to him.

You finally unravel around him as he does inside you.

His fingers digging into your hips feel bruising, but you’re glad you’ll have the trace of him for a little longer, though it’ll hurt tenfold when that last piece of him fades away.

He doesn’t pull out yet, holding you tightly against him, kissing your lips desperately - savage and emotionally raw. You return it just as deeply.

“You’ll always be my first love.” You murmur against him.

“You’re my only love. I don’t want another. Don’t make me.”

You smile as you drop your forehead to his once more, gently brushing away the soft brown hair stuck to his wet cheeks.

“Could you go get a towel?”

He hesitates but nods, lifting you off of him carefully and placing you on the bed. He looks at you for a moment, worry in his eyes, but eventually leaves to go get it.

The moment he does, you collect your clothes, putting them back on, before heading out to the door.

“Y/n?”

Another tear falls as you try your best to hurry putting your shoes on when he comes around. You can’t even look at him as you open the door, mumbling an apology and slipping into the hall before he can get to you.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

You hurry out, hoping you’ll be able to leave the building before he can catch you, but you hear his door open again and pick up your pace, heart hammering in your chest.

He chases you down the hall, still adjusting the joggers he must have thrown on on his way out. He grabs your arm like earlier, stopping you in your tracks.

“Y/n please don’t leave. I love you. Please stay with me.”

You take a deep breath before turning to look at him one last time through blurry tear filled eyes. You stroke his face with a sad wobbling smile, tilting your head the way you would look at a child.

“I’ll stay if you can give me more than your words baby.”

He opens his mouth but nothing comes out.

“I love you and I know you love me. Maybe in another life we could’ve worked, but we both know it’s not enough in this one.”

You kiss his quivering lip one last time, the goodbye neither of you ever got, before turning the corner to the building, out of his sight.

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Ya’ll have to read this it’s so devastating but it’s so good and def give @thatateezgirl a follow she only posts peak🫶✨🥹

[kisssan]

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.

"i'm going for a dip," setting his glass down with a soft thud. the sun catches the lean muscle of his torso. "care to join me?"

"give me a few minutes," you hummed, eyes closed behind your shades. "i'm still waiting for this oil to absorb. i don't want to be like some jellyfish."

a few minutes passed, and you finally stood and padded over to the jacuzzi — a sunken oasis he’d specifically reserved to ensure that no stray tourists or screaming children would interrupt your peace. seonghwa was already there, leaning back against the dark stone tiles in the center of the pool. his wet hair was pushed back, and his eyes were fixed on you. he’d been patient all afternoon, playing the perfect fiancé, but the way that bikini hugged your curves had been driving him toward a breaking point since lunch. 

"come here," his alluring voice promised nothing but trouble. the water was steaming, almost matching the air's temperature, and when you stepped in, the heat was immediate. the moment you were within reach, his hands were on you, pulling you flush against the hard planes of his chest. the greenery surrounding the jacuzzi was a good enough cover, but through the leaves, you could see the faint glow of the bar and the staff still moving about.

"my love," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his hands wandered down to the thin strings at your hips. "you look so beautiful like this. sunkissed... and completely mine."

with a light tug, the fabric of your bikini bottoms was gone, floating somewhere near. his fingers took their place, sliding between your thighs, finding your already aching cunt. his mouth moved to your neck, tasting the lingering coconut oil. 

"so tense, already," he teased, his teeth grazing your pulse point. "is it the thought of someone seeing you? of a gardener walking past that hedge and seeing exactly what i'm doing to my bride?"

“mmm…” you whimpered, the sound caught in your throat as he turned you around to guide himself to your entrance, forcing you to face him while he pushed himself in. the water acted as the perfect lubricant, letting him slide home with a single slow thrust. you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders, but his hand clamped over your mouth as his eyes cut toward the path behind the greenery. 

"shhh," he hissed suddenly, his body going rigid against yours. "someone's coming. stay quiet and don't move a muscle."

your heart hammered against your ribs. the distant voices, probably a security guard or a waiter, echoed, and seonghwa didn't pull out; he stayed buried deep, his hot breath ragged against your shoulder. only when the footsteps faded into the distance did he let out a sigh, his hand removed itself, going to hold your hips as he began to move again.

it wasn't the gentle and romantic rhythm he’d usually go for; it was frantic and filthy. he drove into you with a raw hunger, the water splashing over the sides of the jacuzzi in a messy symphony. the hot water was nothing compared to the fire spreading through your veins. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing every inch of him. 

"f-fuck... right here, hwa... faster, please," moaning, your head falling back against his damp shoulder. he was hitting every sensitive spot inside that had you see stars during daytime.

"who am i to deny the love of my life?" he groaned into your skin and you were burning up, and it had nothing to do with the tropical heat. you hugged him tighter, to pull him even deeper, your muffled moans lost to the sound of the bubbling jets.

"that's it, take it all," a silent order to submit, as he groaned, his hands gripping your hips to drive himself in places he has already reached. "you're such a greedy little thing, wanting it right here where anyone could catch us. i'm going to make sure you remember this trip every time you look at the ocean.”

he praised you with every heavy thrust, calling you his perfect, beautiful bride while his hands treated you like something he intended to break and rebuild. all you could taste was him as he tipped your chin up to kiss you one more time, swallowing your final, high-pitched whine as he dived even deeper into your greedy cunt. you didn't know if the salt on your lips was from the splashing water or the tears that fell down your cheeks. your body felt like it was operating at a fever pitch, a molten core of need that only seonghwa could satisfy.

"look at you," he pulled back to look at your flushed face, his hands cupping your cheeks with such terrifying tenderness. "look how well you take me... i can't even look away from you for a second without wanting to ruin you all over again."

you leaned into his touch, your breath coming in shattered gasps. "thank you for... ahh–"

"thank me?" he chuckled, his hips never ceasing their punishing rhythm. "my beautiful girl, i’m the one who should be thanking you. do you have any idea what you do to me? how perfect you’re going to look walking down that aisle? how perfect you’re going to look when you’re carrying my name... and my children?"

the mention of the domestic reality of your future hit you harder than any thrust.

"i want to see you soft and round with my baby," he whispered, his teeth grazing your cheek as he picked up the pace, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate. "you’re so perfect, my love. i want a house full of kids who have your eyes. i want to spend the rest of my life making sure you never want for a single thing."

"i’ll be the best wife," you sobbed out, your fingers clutching the damp hair at the nape of his neck. you wanted to give him everything: to be the woman of his dreams, the mother of his kids, the partner who matched his every intense whim. "i’ll give you everything, hwa. i promise. just don't stop... please, please don't stop."

"i'm never going to stop," he promised, his voice slightly cracking. "i'm going to spend every day of our marriage reminding you that you belong to me. you’re so pretty when you beg for it. my perfect, and so greedy girl."

he shifted his grip, lifting you higher then slamming you back down so he could claim the very depths of you. he worshipped you with every filthy word and every heavy, deep stroke as he claimed you entirely, leaving no doubt in your mind that you were exactly where you were meant to be: spoiled, loved, and utterly his.

the jacuzzi was no longer enough. the fever in your blood had reached a boiling point that the water couldn't soothe, and the hazy look in your eyes was driving seonghwa insane. he hauled you out of the water, barely giving you a second to catch your breath as he threw a silk robe over you. the walk back to the hotel room, which looked more like a penthouse, was a blur of shadows and the frantic thrum of your heart. the moment the heavy oak door clicked shut behind you, he didn't even make it to the bedroom.

he pinned you against the cold marble of the kitchen island, the contrast of the chilled stone against your overheated skin making you let out a high-pitched moan. 

"i saw you earlier," he rasped, his hands trembling as he spread your legs wide. "on the beach, helping that mother with her baby. the way you held that child... the way you looked so natural and ready for this life."

you couldn't even form words. your brain was static, a mess of white noise and pure sensation. all you could do was nod your head, agreeing with everything he says, even if you couldn’t understand, and whine for him to fill the ache.

"i thought i could wait for the honeymoon. be a gentleman and wait until we said our vows. but i can’t."

seonghwa didn't hold back. he was relentless, maybe even borderline obsessive with the idea of starting a family with you. he filled you there on the counter, then again against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, overlooking the vast sea. he whispered praise into your skin like a prayer: how you were going to be the most amazing mother his children could ever dream of.

"that's it, my love." he groaned, his voice vibrating through your chest. "get used to this feeling. i’m going to fill you up every single night until you’re glowing with me."

by the time he finally carried you to the oversized bed, you were completely spent. your hair was a damp, salty mess against the silk pillows, and your skin was covered with sweat, hickeys, and him. you were sprawled out, limbs heavy and twitching, your mind unable to process anything other than the weight of him as he crawled over you one last time.

your moans had turned into soft whimpers, echoing in the quiet penthouse. you were so full — physically, emotionally, and utterly. every time he moved inside you, it felt like he was stitching your souls together, making good on every promise he’d ever whispered.

"my perfect wife," he whispered, brushing a wet strand of hair from your forehead, his gaze softening into something so full of love it hurt. "my beautiful and spoiled girl. you're so full of me, aren't you?"

you could only nod weakly; you were a hot mess, but you knew you’d never felt more cherished. he had spoiled you with jewels and trips, but this was the greatest gift he’d ever given you. driven by a vision of your future together, he changed his movements to chase that final release. with one last groan, he buried his face in the crook of your neck and came inside you with a force that left you both shaking, pinning you to the mattress.

for a long moment, the only sound in the penthouse was the synchronized rhythm of your breathing. then feral intensity in his eyes vanished, replaced instantly by a look of profound, almost aching tenderness. he didn't pull away immediately; staying close to pepper your face with soft kisses as the adrenaline began to fade.

"i'm sorry, my love," he whispered, a little regret could be heard as he pecked your lips, "i was... i was far too rough with you. i don't know what came over me. i shouldn't have used you like that."

you reached up, your fingers trembling as you traced the line of his jaw. "don't be sorry," you breathed, eyelashes fluttering. "i trust you more than i trust myself."

true to his nature, he didn't let you stay in the mess for too long; he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bathroom to help you shower. he washed you himself, and soon, you were smelling like coconut and expensive hibiscus again, wrapped in the fluffiest white robes the hotel provided.

he didn't even bother stripping the bed yet; he simply layered a few plush towels over the center of the mattress so you could collapse back into the pillows. crawling in beside you, pulling you into his side so your head rested on his chest. his heart was still beating a little fast, a steady drum underneath your ear. you looked up at him, a sleepy tugging at your lips. 

"you’re actually insane, you know that? i think you lost your mind back there."

"i think i did.” seonghwa let out a soft laugh, his arm tightening around your shoulders. “but you can’t blame me."

"well," you hummed, snuggling deeper into his warmth, "you get a pass for now. but only because i love you so much."

"just for now?" he teased, kissing the top of your head. "i'll have to work extra hard tomorrow to keep that pass, then."

you closed your eyes, the scent of him and the sound of the distant waves finally lulling you toward sleep. you were spoiled, you were exhausted, and you were undeniably full of him — but more than anything, you couldn’t wait to be officially his and have his last name.

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HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND, 1 & ONLY DIVA, MY GORJUS WIFE AND PARTNER IN CRIME, MACIE <3 i'm sorry i can't upload it on your birthday because of posting other things BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ! i wish you all the best, i'm so thankful i know you and that we grew close so quickly, i adore you with my heart, mind and soul !! EVERYONE MAKE SURE TO WISH A HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @strhwa ON MAY 8TH !! again I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK <333

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Beauty in your Scars

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This fic contains themes of S31F H@rm, fingering, nudity, and gentle touch. Readers over 18+ ONLY!!! (i’m kinda serious this time but again who am i to you, just some fic writer on the internet so go nuts i guess but plz try to stay safe out there)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I normally write this at the end but today’s fic is a little hard hitting and i just want to say that I do not tread lightly when it comes to mental health. I have been there before and often to struggle with issues. I think it is important that if you believe that you are struggling with mental health issues PLEASE REACH OUT. It doesn’t matter if it’s to your parents, a teacher, or a licensed therapist, they are there to listen to you. Even if you are not currently about to commit, the people on the hotline are also there to talk to you about issues, how to book therapy appointments, and can calm you down from a really bad headspace. I really want you guys to know that just because I have included a very relatable part of mental health in this piece that it is NOT a joke or something to be taken lightly, I have been there, and it matters. Stay safe everyone!🫶✨💚

Synopsis: Life hasn’t been easy on you, especially not this past year. You lost your job, your parents have lost all hope in you, and all your hopes and dreams have gone down the drain. There’s only one thing keeping you afloat, and it’s your boyfriend Seonghwa who thankfully makes his living as a singer. You’ve been living with him for a year now, but you can’t help it, his light can’t dim the darkness of your world, you’re relapsing.

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You sit alone on your bed in nothing but a loose t-shirt and your panties. Watching the sun set through your sheer curtains, illuminating your room with its comforting golden glow as you feel a tear run down your cheek. You look down at your stomach, already shrouded with horizontal scars, ranging from old to fresh, two of which still bleed.

It burns.

Glancing to your side, in the sheets you find hidden your most trusted friend these past few days; the razor. You reach over, picking it up delicately, careful not to make any unnecessary cuts.

He can’t find out this time. It’ll hurt him too much.

Carefully, you line the razor up to a tiny blank space near your hip, preparing to make another small incision. Tears drip down your cheeks; it’s gotten to a point where you can’t seem to remember why you do this; it’s just become a rhythm. You can’t live without the comfort of the pain. Gently, you press the blade to your skin; however, you are startled by your door slamming open to see a pair of teary eyes staring back at you.

Damn it. He knows, and it’s not looking good.

He’s beautiful, hair reaching the nape of his neck; he always looks like this, statuesque. His siren eyes glance over to your hands, which are still on the blade hovering over your stomach. His face contorts in disbelief as he runs over to you, falling to the floor where your legs dangle; he reaches for your arm and sobs quietly against the sheets. “Seonghwa,” you begin, but you can’t even fathom the thought of attempting to justify yourself. You don’t even understand why you are this way. His tear-soaked eyes look up at you, and you too begin to cry softly, providing him a soft smile. “I’m sorry,” you reply. You feel as Seonghwa’s hand creeps towards the razor, gently removing it from your grasp; you don’t resist. He examines the razor, then looks up at you again. “I begged you to stop; I pleaded so much,” he whispers, now setting the blade on the ground. You can’t even begin to choke out a word; you simply look at him and nod your head “no.” He stands himself up and sits down softly next to you on the bed, draping sheets over your scarred stomach. He gently lifts a hand under your chin, turning your head to face him. “I love you so much; you mean the world to me,” he speaks softly. You can see the tears still threatening to leap from his eyes. Leaving one hand on your chin, he kindly uses his other to stroke your hair softly. “Please, baby,” he continues, “you mean too much to me, all of you does.” His hand drifts from your chin down to your scarred stomach; reaching underneath the sheets, he softly feels on your scars. Keeping your eyes on him, you watch tears softly spill from his eyes.

He’s crying. And it’s all your fault.

“It’s not your fault I cry,” he begins, as if he could read your thoughts. “It’s my love’s fault that I cry.” You look down at your stomach where Seonghwa gently caresses your abdomen, his fingertips slowly tracing downward. A silent tear slips from your eye onto the sheets. “Oh, my love,” he whispers. You look up to see him smiling weakly through a waterfall of tears.

It’s so painful to see him like this. It far outdoes the pain of living.

You slowly bring one hand up to his face, wiping away a stream of tears from his cheek. “My life isn’t worth a fraction of yours,” you begin. “I have tried so hard to build something, anything for myself, but all my efforts are in vain. I don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve happiness, I don’t deserve this life.” Your words are solemn but spoken with a soft smile; as to keep Seonghwa calm. However, he appears to be the opposite as he grabs your hand from his cheek and flings it away weakly. “This isn’t about what you think you deserve,” Seonghwa says, his voice wavering. “It’s about what you have; it doesn’t matter how you’ve gotten here or where you’ll go, it’s up to you to decide what you’ll do with what you have.” You stare at him, tears starting to fall more quickly from your eyes. His hand on your stomach stops moving. “Let me prove to you that you deserve happiness, love, and life,” Seonghwa says, his tone serious and low. You have no idea what he is planning, but you nod your head at the teary-eyed siren boy; it was always so difficult to say no to him.

His hand on your stomach drifts slowly to the rim of your t-shirt, along with his free hand. “May I see you?” He asks quietly. “Yes,” you whisper almost silently with a nod. He carefully removes your shirt, revealing more old scars at your ribs and near your armpits.

You always tried to make your cuts in places they’d be easily hidden.

More tears spring to his eyes; you can see his lip quiver as he says, “Through all of your scars, you are still my beautiful angel.” He tosses your shirt to the floor and presses the palms of his hands to your ribs as if to pick you up. He is grabbing you hard, his head looking downward and his eyes closed, as if he is concentrating on trying to feel your pain. After a moment, he loosens his grip, slowly making his way up; he gently cups your breasts and lifts his head. “You deserve the world,” he whispers. He begins to knead you with his long, delicate fingers, and you arch to his touch. Continuing to knead you with one hand, his other slowly trails back down to just below your stomach as he fiddles with the waistband of your panties; he looks at you longingly, his eyes sparkling with sorrow and hurt. You provide him a weak smile and nod your head.

If only it could always be like this. With him right here.

He gently pulls off your undergarments, leaving you fully exposed, sitting upright on the bed. His hand at your breast comes to a halt and comes into his lap. “I’m sorry, I can’t,” he says, his voice quivering. “You’re so hurt, you don’t need me, you need help my love.” Tears start again from his eyes, his head looks down now to hide his shame. His tears turn into small sobs, you watch his chest pulse rapidly. “I wish I could be everything for you,” he begins. “I’m sorry I couldn’t satisfy you, to treat you well enough to keep you from your pain.” You let out a long breath. “Oh my darling Hwa, whatever must you think of me?” You start with a crooked smile. He looks up, tears running down his cheeks, face red and swollen. You continue “You are the only thing keeping me grounded. My sun and my moon, my day and my night, the stars in my sky.” You grab one of his arms and drift it over to your heat, “Please, Hwa,” you whisper, using your other hand to dry some tears from his face, “Show me gentle love.”

Seonghwa gazes at you deeply for a moment and exhales with a weak smile. “Anything for you my love.” His hand near your heat starts moving on its own, his fingers start gently rubbing and teasing your clit, and both of your arms quickly latch onto his pants for stability as the feeling sends shivers up your body. He takes his other hand to your head, softly petting you, “It’s okay, I’m here my love, I’m right here.” His kind affirmations bring you comfort and pleasure as he continues to tease you. Slowly he begins to draw his fingers into you, first one, then two, then three. You gasp loudly, and your grip on him tightens. “Don’t worry, I’m still here love, right here for you,” he whispers softly into your neck, continuing to pet you. Inside you, he begins pulsing his fingers slowly, speeding up as he notices your comfortability. You arch against him, letting out a loud moan, and for the first time in a long time, Seonghwa smiles fully. “That’s it my love, feel me, feel us, we are together.” His fingers continue inside you, dancing rapidly as you let out several more moans, gasping for air. Seonghwa never lets his eyes leave your face. He leans over to you, kissing your lips with their gentle touch, just as you thought you were gaining control. You let out a groan into his mouth, and he giggles, pulling back. “I love you, and I can’t bear to see you so hurt, so I will continue to show you my love until you are satisfied.” He presses his lips to yours again, this time harder, parting yours with his tongue reaching into your mouth. Between his mouth and yours intertwined and his fingers moving rapidly in your vagina, you can’t hold off any longer, you reach your climax, and Seonghwa can feel it, moving his fingers in ways he hadn’t before, moving his tongue passionately and deliberately in your mouth, he rides out your orgasm with you.

Thank you Seonghwa.

Slowly, he eases off. His fingers slow down with his tongue, both coming to a stop. He pulls out his hand first, then pulls away from the kiss. He licks his fingers clean and says “Just as I am everything to you, you are everything to me,” he begins in a soft tone. “You are the tree that I lay under on a hot summer day, you are the world on which I live out my days, and you are the reason I pursue life.” He picks you up gently, and places you under the sheets, then gets around the other side and crawls in next to you. “I love you, Seonghwa,” you say, admiring his carved features. “I need you,” he returns, and you both drift into a hefty slumber.

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oh, baby, i am a wreck when i'm without you ·✶· l.hs

wc: 715 - content: est. relationship, breakup, hurt / no comfort, heeseung departure vibes but as a breakup. this is how i will cope.

it was a random tuesday.

not a bad day. not a fight. not the kind of day where the air tasted like something was going to go wrong. a normal day, with dishes in the sink and the tv sitting at a low volume for background noise.

he was sitting at the kitchen table with his fingers locked with eachother.

i came out of the shower and he looked up at me, and i knew.

i don’t know how i knew, but i did. there was no single thing. his face wasn’t cold, his hands weren't shaking. he hadn't been distant in the way that i would think - there, thats a sign. that's the part that i keep thinking about, even now. there weren't any signs.

"hey," i said.

"hey." he pulled out the chair next to him. "can you sit down?"

absurdly, the way your brain grabs at small things when it's trying to delay the large ones - i'm still in my towel. i thought: let me get dressed first. if i go back into the bedroom and put clothes on, maybe this becomes a different conversation.

i sat down.

he'd been figuring it out for a while, he said. he wasn't sure how to say it, he didn't want to hurt me - and i believed him. that was the thing, i believed every word of it because heeseung had never once been careless with me. careful, always. the kind of person who thinks before he speaks, who would never throw something at you he hadn't already turned over in his hands a thousand times.

which means there was a version of us for he past few months - maybe even longer - where i thought that we were fine, and he was sitting across from me at breakfast or lying beside me in the dark thinking: how do i say this. how do i do this.

"how long?" i asked, trying to ignore the tears tugging at my eyes.

he didn't pretend to be confused. "i don't know. maybe a few months."

"and you didn't say anything?"

"i didn't want it to be true. i was still trying to hold on. i am sorry."

i wanted to be angry. anger would have been so much easier than what was actually happening inside my chest, which was something quieter and more devastating.

"did something happen?" i pause, my throat tight. "is it something that i did?"

"i promise you, you have been nothing but the perfect partner. i will never be able to find someone to love the way that i love you." tears were starting to build in his own eyes. he grabbed my hands and turned to fully meet my gaze. "you know how sometimes something is right, then it's right, and then you look up one day and it's just… not anymore? and you don't know exactly when it changed because it didn't change at once, it just-"

"shifted?" i said. "i understand."

"yeah." his voice was rough. "shifted."

men who love like that don't leave. that’s what i always told myself.

he left around midnight.

not dramatically. there was no door slam, no final speech. he hugged me in the hallway and i felt his chin on the top of my head and i counted my own breaths so i wouldn't fall apart before he was gone. he said take care of yourself. i said you too. the door closed with a soft click, the most anticlimactic sound to mark the end of over five years.

i stood in the hallway for a moment.

abrupt, i kept thinking. it felt so abrupt. even though he'd said it had been months, even though i could look back now and maybe find the fractures if I looked hard enough - it still felt like something stable had decided it was done.

but oceans don't stay still, i thought. they lose the shore and they keep moving. they don't need the shore to be the ocean.

i turned off the kitchen light.

i went to bed on my side, out of habit.

and i let the dark be quiet, and i let the quiet be enough, and somewhere in there i think about how i will never be able to let him go.

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putting your fingers all the way in the back of my throat and telling me that’s where your cock is gonna go as i choke

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someone write this with yunho please

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A Night to Remember

⚠️ Content Warning: This fic is for readers 18-19+ (I’m just some fic writer online so I can’t really stop you but please minors be careful online and protect yourselves) This fic contains choking, pet names, hair pulling, suggestive language, and fingers in mouth.

Authors note: Hey everyone! This is pretty different from my normal stuff, but everyone seemed to like my first smut piece so I decided to give it another go! This was really fun and a great boredom killer cuz I was on a long bus ride so I hope you enjoy lovelies! 🫶

Word count: 620 <33

Tired after a long day of finals, you place your keys on the table by the entryway. Looking further into the small studio apartment, the lights in the living room are already on, and you quietly creep onward, just in case he’s fallen asleep. Glancing around now, you see him in all his glory; Yunho. He is stretched out on the couch, an arm covering his face, only letting you make out his soft lips. He takes up the sofa in its entirety, so you carefully place your backpack on the ground and sit down right in front of the couch, leaning back to feel the hardwood frame supporting your spine. As you pull out your laptop in preparation for a late-night study session and likely some snacks along the way, you hear some rustling behind you, then a long, deep groan. “You’re home,” the voice says, half awake. “I am,” you reply, unamused and focused on your task. You can feel the couch shift as Yunho brings himself to sit behind you. “Why are you being so brash with me these days?” He asks cutely while tangling his fingers in your hair. “I’m not being brash; you know I have finals this week, and I have to stay on my studies,” you reply, now in a serious yet calm tone. Continuing to play with your hair gently, he says, “Oh, but you’ve deprived me for so long, my lovely.” His fingers stop gently twiddling; he now grips tightly, handing your head backwards to meet his soft yet stern eyes. They are intense with heat as he says, “I think tonight I should teach you a lesson.”

Your eyes widen, and you try to make out words, but the grip he has on you is too strong. “Don’t speak, my love; let me guide you.” Yunho speaks so softly; it would be annoying if he weren’t so perfect. He removes one of his hands from your hair, making his grip a bit looser, and brings it to your neck. He begins to stroke your nape and neck entirely with his beautiful hands as he almost whispers, “This is what you’ll use to swallow all of me with.” He continues, his long fingers tracing up to your face; he rubs his thumb on your cheek. “So precious you are,” he whispers into your ear, placing a faint kiss nearby. Sitting up straight, you look into his eyes as they darken; you feel your clit moisten just seeing the look on his face. Yunho traces his pointer finger along your cheek, barely dragging along his middle and ring. Bringing them to your lips, he gently pries them open. Yunho smiles. “Such an obedient girl.” He slithers his three fingers down your mouth, pressing your tongue down as you choke on his long, slender fingers. “Shh,” he coos, “I’m not even halfway there yet.” He says with a dark smile on his face. You feel his fingers slowly creep further into your esophagus; they feel never-ending. Finally, you feel him in the back of your throat, his fingers curling against the roof of your mouth, gently moving inside you. Tears spring to your eyes as he says his next words. “Can you feel my hand?” He inquires. You reach your hand up to grab the one of his wrangling your hair, but he doesn’t budge, and so he continues, “That’s where my cock will soon be.” He straightens his fingers fully, and you choke on his hand inside your mouth, the tears now leaking from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. You look up to the ceiling, straying your eyes from Yunho, and you think to yourself of what your future may hold.

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Life’s A Circus

⚠️ Content warning: This fic is for readers 18+ (if ur under 18 I obvi can’t stop you but please protect yourself the internet is a dangerous place) This fic contains themes of blowjobs, sex, nudity, gay sex, spit as lube, praise.

Synopsis: Hongjoong is the ringleader of a widely successful circus, however, his current situation ship as well as his cast is unhappy with him due to the way he speaks of them in front of the masses. Hongjoong decides to apologize and show his more-than-a-friend how much he really means to him.

Word count: 2.6k <333

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Ringmaster Hongjoong holds his cane tight; the show is about to begin. The lights shut off, cueing him to step onto the platform in front of him, starting the circus.

He feels himself being lifted up high and fast, coming to a sudden stop where a spotlight shines brightly on his face. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he speaks in a showman’s tone. “I present to you, my circus freaks!” He yells, and the crowd goes wild. Colorful flashing lights begin in red, green, and blue. “Enjoy our show!” He finishes as his platform is lowered, and the magnificence begins.

The backstage is quiet, just techs working to make sure curtain systems are on time and the people controlling the lights are all in their own area. Hongjoong walks around, kicking up some dust, making his way quietly towards the front tunnel of the Circus for the finale. He sat in the tunnel for some time as act after act passed by; there was only one he cared to see.

As soon as the lights began to dim, the ringmaster made his way slowly towards the edge of the tunnel, ensuring none of the audience would be able to see him before the finale. In the middle of the circus arena was now a tall circular platform. Above it shone a spotlight, showcasing an aerial hoop with the silhouette of a man sitting gracefully inside. Music began; it was similar to the kind you would hear a snake charmer play, and the silhouette began to move. He was twisting and twirling inside the hoop, mimicking the movements of a snake, soon placing his feet on the bottom of the hoop and pretending to climb around the hoop into more complex and bewitching movements. It was now easier to see the man; he wore sheer black pants, tight around the waist but loose everywhere else. Though he was shirtless and without shoes. It was to Hongjoong’s understanding that this was the way of the art. The man now suspended his entire body by one arm, slithering his body like a snake and then dropping to the small circular platform. “Fuck,” Hongjoong muttered to himself. He always hated it when the man did that; it scared him deeply. However, the man had moved on, now contorting his body beautifully, dancing a snake’s dance. It was feminine and beautiful, showcasing control and captivating the audience. The air in the room was heavy with awe; Hongjoong could feel it. The music ended, and the man jumped back up to his hoop, waving to the audience as they applauded his act. Now it was Hongjoong’s turn to finish off the show.

Marching out of the tunnel in long strides towards the stadium, a spotlight on him, Hongjoong began, “I hope you’ve enjoyed all the acts you’ve seen tonight; my circus freaks work tirelessly day and night to please our deepest desires.” Hongjoong said with a smirk, glancing up at the man, who rolled his eyes at him. “And now, for the grand finale,” Hongjoong proceeded with confidence in his tone. “Will all my lovelies come out and showcase their greatest talents!” On cue, the whole circus came out, animals and all, music playing loudly. The audience erupts into loud applause, bringing Hongjoong joy. He looked up to the aerial artist from earlier, who was now performing various hoop tricks; however, these were all shy in comparison to those he had showcased during his musical performance. Hongjoong spoke loudly again as the music began to come to a close and the large circular stadium curtains began to wrap around. “That’s all for tonight, folks! Thank you for coming, and I hope we were able to bring a bit of happiness to all of your lives!” He says, curtains now closed, music finished, but applause still ongoing. Hongjoong removes his microphone and yells, “That’s a wrap, everyone!” Turning to face his circus. However, he is met with a stadium of unenthused looks.

“Hey San, what’s going on?” Hongjoong asks a man dressed in a striped muscle suit. “Well,” San begins. “Maybe you shouldn’t refer to your only friends and the people you employ as ‘freaks,’” he says, making air quotations. Hongjoong looks at San for a moment. “Oh come on, you guys know I only kid around to make the people happy, right?” Hongjoong says, looking around for approval, though to his misfortune, the only person around is the aerial artist, and it is clear that he has no intention of acknowledging the desperate ringmaster. Hongjoong looks back at San, looking down to his feet, where several massive weights lay. “Here, let me help you with these.” Hongjoong insisted. San raises one of his eyebrows, smirking. “You’re not very funny,” San said, grabbing two 100 kg weights in one arm and two 100 kg weights in the other and walking away. Hongjoong let out a long sigh. Looking up, he saw the aerial artist from the back; his muscles were toned and his skin was fair. Even from down here he could recognize him. “Seonghwa, are you almost done up there?” Hongjoong asks. The man looks down at him with a pair of intense, siren eyes that could stop anyone in their tracks. They were rounded but intense. “I’ll take that as a no?” Hongjoong treads lightly, seeing that, clearly, Seonghwa was not having it. “No,” the man said; his voice was soft and gentle. If Hongjoong hadn’t been told his mistake by San, he wouldn’t have been able to tell he was angry. “Your freak isn’t done; he plans on practicing his routine. Alone.” Seonghwa says, wiping his hoop with a cloth. Hongjoong walks around the skyscraper-like platform to where he can face Seonghwa. “Could you at least come down here for a moment so we can talk?” Hongjoong begs. “I’m alright up here,” Seonghwa replies, completely unphased. Hongjoong pouts, nearing the tower. “Please, I’m so sorry for hurting you, love. Can we just talk about it?” Seonghwa rolls his eyes, looking down at the pleading ringmaster. “Hongjoong, don’t call me love. You lost that privilege when you gave me the new nickname ‘freak.’ And aren’t we talking about it just fine right now? I don’t see why I need to come down,” Seonghwa responds, his voice still soft in tone, only more insistent now. Hongjoong sighs. “Okay Seonghwa, have it your way,” he says. Hongjoong walks away from the tower and makes his way towards his office.

On his way to his office, Hongjoong accidentally runs into a man wearing a long robe and a hat larger than his own. “Ouch!” says the man. “Some fortune teller you are to be, you should’ve seen me coming.” Hongjoong replies, laughing dryly. “Oof,” the man begins, “I may not have seen that, but I can certainly see that you are having some serious trouble in paradise.” Hongjoong looks up at him. “Wooyoung, were you spying on me?” he asks in an interrogating tone. The fortune teller looks at Hongjoong. “Oh please, I’m a fortune teller, not an FBI agent. The wrinkles in your forehead tell me that you’re not sexually satisfied.” Hongjoong looks away, giving Wooyoung everything he needed to know. “Well, don’t call us freaks, and maybe we’d be more willing to let you fuck.” Wooyoung said teasingly, walking towards the strongman’s quarters. “Yeah, whatever,” Hongjoong muttered to himself.

Finally in his office, Hongjoong sat down at his desk, looking at a dusty picture. In it, he stood, grabbing Seonghwa by the waist, both of them holding up peace signs. Hongjoong smiles, remembering that day; it was their first show, and Seonghwa had been so nervous. He almost cried, but Hongjoong had been there to calm him down. Now he was a confident guy who didn’t need him anymore, going places on his own and making his own decisions. Who knows what else he did on his own? Hongjoong was angered at the thought, flipping the picture frame on its face. He placed his forearms in front of him and decided to take a quick nap until it was time for lights out.

Hongjoong wakes up to a familiar gentle knocking on his door. “What’s the problem, Yeo?” Hongjoong asks sleepily, looking at his trapeze artist, who has a distressed look on his face. “It’s Seonghwa,” Yeosang begins, immediately pulling Hongjoong out of his sleepy haze. “What happened?” Hongjoong asks in a serious tone. “I think he fell,” Yeosang replies nervously. “He was practicing alone in the stadium, and I told him I was gonna go grab some snacks. I came back 15 minutes later and now he’s on the floor in tears.” Immediately, Hongjoong calms down. “Thank you, Yeosang. Seonghwa is going to be just fine,” he says with a smile. “Of course,” Yeosang replies, still a bit frightened, now walking away from the office. Hongjoong now makes his way toward the stadium. If there was one thing Seonghwa never did, it was fall.

Upon arrival at the stadium, Hongjoong finds Seonghwa in a pile of himself like Yeosang had said. He was crying next to his tower; Hongjoong provided a weak smile. “So,” Hongjoong began softly. “You ready to talk now?” Seonghwa looked up at him, his beautiful sculpted features now with tears running down his face. Hongjoong came over and sat down next to Seonghwa. Wiping a tear from his face, “I told you I was sorry; there’s no need to be so dramatic, my love,” Hongjoong smiled. Seonghwa pulled his face away from Hongjoong’s grip, wiping his chin where his hand had touched him. Looking back at the ringmaster, he said, “All I wanted was to mean something more to you; I truly wanted to be your love.” Seonghwa spoke, looking to the distance, tears running along his soft skin. “Yet all you do is speak down to me, demean me. You don’t love me. I’m your toy that you use. You like to watch me dance around, and when I do well enough, you play with me.” Seonghwa continued, his voice hollow and quiet. Seonghwa’s words angered Hongjoong more than anything in the world. Seonghwa was the ringmaster’s everything; he was his sun and moon, beginning and end, life and death. Hongjoong grabbed Seonghwa on both sides of the head with both hands and spoke in a deep and low tone, “I’m gonna prove to you that I love you; I’m gonna prove to you that you’re my everything. You mean the world to me, Seonghwa, and I’m going to show you.” Seonghwa’s eyes sparkled in the dim lighting; Hongjoong loved it when they did that. He grabbed Seonghwa by the wrist firmly, standing Seonghwa and himself up. “C’mon, follow me,” Hongjoong insisted, as he led Seonghwa down the corridor, into a hallway Seonghwa was quite familiar with. “Where are you taking me?” Seonghwa asked as they marched down the hallways, trying to break free from Hongjoong’s grasp. “You give the world your everything every single day, so tonight, I’m going to give you my everything,” Hongjoong replied deeply as they turned sharply. Arriving now at the door of Hongjoong’s office, the ringmaster turned around and spoke, “I love you, Park Seonghwa, and you deserve to know that I love all of you.” The ringmaster opened the door and made sure to let in his guest before shutting and locking the door behind them.

Hongjoong grabbed Seonghwa by the shoulders, so that he could admire sparkling eyes. “Hongjoong, please, we don’t have to,” he begins, but it’s too late. The ringmaster already had a hungry look in his eyes. Pushing Seonghwa onto his bed nearby. “This,” Hongjoong began. “Is everything.” Seonghwa now sat on the bed, as the ringmaster slowly kissed down his neck, his chest caressing his waist. Seonghwa breathed nervously, it made the ringmaster giggle. “Don’t be afraid my love,” he breathed against Seonghwa’s soft chest, continuing to read gentle kisses down to his stomach. “I’m gonna take proper care of you.” Hongjoong smiled, kissing Seonghwa along his stomach while reaching his hands to grab at his waistband. Gently pulling, he removed Seonghwa’s black flowing pants, leaving him exposed now in his dance belt. Hongjoong looked up at Seonghwa to see that his face was bright red. “No need to be shy darling,” Hongjoong reassured. “I’m just going to need your help with this part, is that alright?” Hongjoong’s words were calm and low, close to Seonghwa’s skin. After a moment, Seonghwa brought his hands from the bed down to his pelvis, slowly undoing the binds of his belt. “You’re doing so well,” Hongjoong said, pressing kisses to Seonghwa’s inner thighs while slowly removing his own coat and suspenders. Not long after a tangle of Seonghwa’s fingers disappeared from his crotch for Hongjoong to find the treasure he had been searching for. Hongjoong crawls his hands up Seonghwa’s smooth legs bringing them to a stop at his throbbing cock. “Please,” Seonghwa pleads. “I’m here for you my love,” Hongjoong smiles. He wraps his hands around Seonghwa’s dick, causing him to arch backwards, letting out a soft sigh. “What a beautiful sound darling,” Hongjoong whispers, bringing his lips to Seonghwa’s tip. Hearing Seonghwa’s soft moans, Hongjoong continues to take all of Seonghwa into his mouth, pulsing him in and out to a slow and steady rhythm. Seonghwa’s moaning gets louder, turning to desperate gasps as Hongjoong speeds his pace, feeling Seonghwa’s erect penis in the back of his throat. After several minutes of this, Hongjoong begins to feel Seonghwa cumming into his mouth, and so he swallows. Seonghwa lets out a beautiful moan, Hongjoong continues to swallow as Seonghwa pleasures himself into him. After a few minutes of Seonghwa gasping desperately, cumming into Hongjoong, he slows his pace, and Hongjoong releases Seonghwa, standing up from his position, lapping up whatever postcum is left for him.

Hongjoong leans forward, “May I have a turn?” He looks at Seonghwa with pleading eyes. Seonghwa replies, still on a high “Yes,”he whimpers. Hongjoong unbuttons his shirt as Seonghwa reaches for his pants “Thank you for this,” Hongjoong whispers, kissing Seonghwa by the ear. Seonghwa sighs softly, slipping off Hongjoong’s pants. He desperately grabs Hongjoong's boxers, removing them just as quickly. “Someone’s needy,” Hongjoong smirks, pushing Seonghwa all the way onto the bed, his back now fully on the mattress where Hongjoong now straddled him, both men bare. “I love you, Park Seonghwa” Hongjoong whispers, as he slowly brings his hand to lift up Seonghwa’s beautifully round ass to give him a better view. He shudders with delight. Hongjoong delicately brings three fingers to his mouth, covering them with his own saliva, “You’re gonna need a little extra working my love,” he declares, as he brings his moistened fingers to Seonghwa’s tight ass, slowly working his tight hole. Seonghwa lets out a loud whimper, to which Hongjoong responds with several kisses on Seonghwa’s ass. After being worked in, Hongjoong removed his fingers, now grabbing his cock which has been throbbing for Seonghwa’s hole for longer than he wished to admit. He slowly slides his penis into Seonghwa’s ass, and Seonghwa lets out a loud and wild groan, unlike any he’d heard before. “You like that?” Hongjoong teased. “Me too,” he carefully slid his cock out just a bit, then slammed back into Seonghwa. Again and again he continued this motion, only getting faster with time. Seonghwa let out loud moans as Hongjoong now joined the pleasureful sounds. Faster and faster, Hongjoong slammed his pelvis into Seonghwa, and they had their symphony of release. Hongjoong came into Seonghwa, and Seonghwa came on Hongjoong. They spent the night like this, pleasuring one another, until they woke up in the morning, alongside one another in the small bed, both men naked, underneath the sheets.

Hongjoong opened his eyes to see Seonghwa still asleep. “What a beautiful man, I’m so lucky you’re mine.” He whispered, taking the sleeping Seonghwa into his arms, cradling him in hopes that the moment would last forever.

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Sorry for being away I think I just needed a mental health break, but I’m back doing what I love and I hope yall enjoyed the fic!!!🫶✨😁

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Fic Delay

Hi everyone!!! I just wanted to say that I unfortunately have to delay the fics this week, hopefully they’ll just be a day off, it’s just for personal reasons but I promise that they’ll still be great and I’ll keep everyone posted!!! 🫶🫶🫶

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A Quick Trip

⚠️ Content Warning: This is for readers 18+!!! (It’s not like I can stop you tho, but please be careful minors)This fic contains themes of nudity, praise, masterbaiting, and sexting, so read at your own discretion!!!

Synopsis: Yeosang’s flight got delayed from all the other members’ leaving, him stranded in an airport in Japan. He texts Jongho for consolation but, finds much more than expected.

Word count: 350 <3

Enjoy!🫶

Yeosang: I miss you

Jongho: cute

Yeosang: No really

Yeosang: I miss you

Jongho: How badly?

Yeosang: 🫸this much 🫷

Jongho: lol

Yeosang: I’m serious, my flight won’t be in for another hour

Jongho: Wanna pretend with me?

Yeosang: Pretend what?

Jongho: Are you alone?

Yeosang: Yeah, I’m in one of those weird sleeping pods the airport offers

Jongho: Perfect

Yeosang: Jongho, what are you planning?

Jongho: Just trust me

Jongho: It’ll be fun

Jongho: Do exactly as I say, and afterwards, tell me exactly how you feel

Yeosang: Ok

Jongho: Slowly, caress your left hand down your face, tracing every precious feature

Jongho: From your perfectly carved eyes to your beautifully arched lips, feel your gorgeous face

…

Yeosang: I feel soft and smooth, my lips are hungry for your touch

Jongho: Good

Jongho: Now press two of your fingers to your lips, closing your eyes, picture me there

Jongho: Imagine my scent, my touch, my breath

…

Yeosang: I can feel you, your presence, your heat

Yeosang: I feel…

Jongho: Say it

Yeosang: Hard

…

Jongho: Good boy

Jongho: Now, with my presence still fresh in your mind, bring your hand down to your pants

Jongho: Undo your belt and zipper

Jongho: And pull out that beautiful cock of yours

…

Yeosang: I can’t take anymore

Yeosang: I need you

Jongho: You have me

Jongho: Tell me, how does it feel?

Yeosang: It’s hard, it’s throbbing for your touch

…

Jongho: I can feel you

Jongho: Slowly, start rubbing yourself off, not too fast baby

…

Yeosang: Please, let me come to you

Jongho: Almost babe, almost

Jongho: Keep telling me how you feel

Yeosang: So hard, I need to come, I can feel it

Yeosang: Please, I’m swollen for you

…

Jongho: That’s beautiful

Jongho: It’s time baby, come for me

…

Yeosang: I’m coming, a lot, it feels so good, I can feel you here

Jongho: Yes, yes keep coming

Yeosang: I am, you’re still in my mind, my cock feels heavy and wet in my hands now

Jongho: Oh yes, keep going

Yeosang: I’m all yours

Jongho: Always

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I hope you all enjoyed!!! Feel free to request new fics or AUs!!! 🫶💕✨

[belongjoong]

hypnotic --౨ৎ-- p.sh & j.yn

「pairing」 : softdom!seonghwa x virginfem!reader x dom!yunho

「word count」 : 3.5k

「genre」 : smut, threesome

「summary」 : after years of failing to lose your virginity, you settle for a sex club. two men there give you the best night of your life.

「warnings」 : sex club, alcohol consumption, threesome, virginity loss, praise, degradation, kissing, fingering, hickies, titty sucking, clit play, oral (m and f), choking if you squint, yunho likes you vocal, big dick yunho and seonghwa, spit as lube, painful(?) first time, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, humiliation(?), pet names including baby, doll, little thing, darling, sweet thing

「author's note」 : based on this request! i hope you guys like it lol

the club was never really somewhere you thought you’d ever go. or even want to go for that matter. especially not a sex club.

after years and years of trying to find the right guy to lose your virginity to, it began to feel hopeless. so what better way to do it than with someone who is a borderline professional? a no strings attached, one and done situation. that’s all it’s going to be. just to relieve your sexual frustration for the night, and never go back.

the place is off of 23rd street. some joint your friend recommended after hearing you complain about your failed talking stages for the hundredth time. said something about “being in the know.”

security was strict and the sign up process was pretty in-depth, which kind of eased your nerves about who was allowed to participate. 

the woman at the front helps you kindly, sensing your confusion. but when you walk past the desk, it is nothing like you imagined. though you adhere to the theme, you stick out like a sore thumb, easily being the most modestly dressed person in the building.

the theme is lace. you wore a black lace lingerie set that you had fantasized about wearing too many times, and a short sheer dress to go on top.

the lounge is dimly lit, smells expensive and faintly like alcohol. people are moving around like it’s their second nature, and you choose to take a seat at the bar - something to calm your nerves.

that’s when you see them.

not that you were searching, but more because they were kind of hard to miss. it’s two men sitting in an alcove along the far wall, and a bottle of pricy champagne on ice sitting between their glasses.

the taller one notices you first. his brown hair lazily pushed back with a hint of gel, his cheeks already red from the alcohol, and dark eyes that find yours across the room without any particular urgency. he looks like he has all the time in the world and is simply deciding whether to use it on you.

he says something to the one beside him.

and then there are two pairs of eyes on you.

the second one is different. softer-looking, maybe, but there’s something behind it - something comforting in the way he tilts his head when he sees you. like he already knows you’re nervous. and that’s okay.

you look down at your drink.

this was a mistake.

but before you can talk yourself into leaving, someone is beside you.

“what’s your name?”

his voice was low. it was the second guy you had spotted. up close he’s even more disarming. he doesn’t look at you the way you expected to be looked at here. not like a transaction. 

“it’s y/n.” you share with a small smile.

“i’m seonghwa,” he says. “and that’s yunho.” a small gesture toward the alcove. yunho lifts his chin in acknowledgment, still seated, still unhurried. “first time?”

“i…uh…. yeah. first time.” the words fall out of your mouth before you even have a second to think.

“that’s good to know,” seonghwa says, and he means it simply. “we can help take care of you properly.”

he can sense your hesitation and nerves in the way you fiddle with the base of your glass.

“you don’t have to decide anything right now,” he adds. “we can just talk first.”

so you do.

seonghwa settles on a barstool next to you and orders something for himself, and tops of your glass while he’s at it. the conversation starts easier than you expected. he asks you small things. where you’re from. what you do. whether you’ve ever been to this part of the city before. just talking.

yunho joins maybe ten minutes in. doesn’t announce himself, just sits on your other side and signals the bartender with two fingers. closer up, he’s even taller than you clocked from across the room. broad shoulders, that easy flush still sitting high on his cheeks. he smells like cedar and that expensive champagne. 

“she’s funny,” seonghwa tells him, like you’re not sitting right there.

“i can hear you,” you say.

yunho’s mouth pulls at the corner. “he means it as a compliment.”

“i know how to give compliments,” seonghwa says, not even defensive about it.

“you really don’t,” yunho replies, and just like that, the two of them are bickering over your head and somehow it’s the most at ease you’ve felt since you walked through the door.

the night keeps moving on, and keeps getting easier and easier to be around them two.

at some point you stop noticing the other people in the room. stop noticing the music, or the low lighting, or the way your dress felt too modest an hour ago. the nervousness doesn’t disappear exactly, but it shifts into something else. 

yunho is watching you explain something - you’ve lost track of what - and there’s a particular kind of attention in his expression that makes it hard to finish your sentence. 

“you okay?” seonghwa asks. his voice is quieter now.

“yeah.”

he tilts his head the same way he did from across the room. “you’re not what i expected tonight.”

“is that a good thing?”

he exchanges a glance with yunho. something passes between them but you don’t entirely know what it was.

“yeah,” yunho says, answering for both of them. his eyes drop briefly - just briefly - to your mouth, and then back up. unhurried, like everything else about him. “it’s a very good thing.”

you reach for your glass and realize it’s empty. neither of them moves to fill it this time.

“we don’t have to stay out here,” seonghwa says softly. no pressure in it.

and you think about the girl who almost talked herself into leaving.

“okay.”

——-

the room they lead you to is nothing like what the word room usually conjures. it’s warm. that’s the first thing. warm and quiet in a way that feels intentionally separating you from the rest of the lounge. there’s a low amber light coming from somewhere you can’t point out, and the furniture is dark and soft-looking, and everything about it feels comforting in a sense.

you stand near the doorway for a moment.

yunho doesn’t rush you. he moves to the small counter along the wall and pours water from a glass and sets one on the table nearest to you without a word.

“you can tell us anything,” seonghwa says, moving from the doorway. “if something doesn’t feel right, you say so.”

“and we stop,” yunho adds simply. 

you nod.

“i just-” you start, and then pause, because you’re not really sure how to finish it.

“take your time,” seonghwa says.

“i haven’t done this before.” you say it to the middle distance somewhere between them. “any of it. not just - not just this. all of it.”

a beat of quiet.

yunho looks at you steadily. “we know.”

“does that change things?” you ask. and what you mean is does that make this worse. does that make me more trouble than i’m worth. does that make you look at me differently.

“it just means that we will go slow,” seonghwa confirms, coming around the side of your body to meet your eyes. “that’s all it means.”

you start to untangle inside. they can’t see it, you can definitely feel it.

yunho steps a little closer with his hand meeting your waist, and your nervousness starts to fade into something else. desire.

seonghwa’s hand comes to rest at your hip from the other side. and for the first time all night, you stop thinking about every version of yourself that almost didn’t come. 

“can i?” seonghwa’s fingers find the thin strap of your sheer dress.

you nod.

he slips it off your shoulders slowly, and it pools at your feet without a sound. and you’re standing there in the black lace you’d imagined wearing a hundred times before tonight, and it feels nothing like you thought it would. it feels better. 

yunho’s gaze studies your body slowly, and his expression immediately shifts. “you’re beautiful,” he says. and it doesn’t sound like something he’s said before. it sounds like something he’s just now figuring out.

seonghwa tilts your chin up gently with one finger, and his eyes search yours for a moment like he’s doing a last check.

“still okay?” he murmurs.

“yeah,” you say. “please…kiss me.”

his mouth curves. and then he closes the space between you, and his lips meet yours, gentle at first, like a question that already knows its answer. yunho’s hand moves to the small of your back, steadying you without pulling.

your lips melt into his, falling into a rhythm that starts to make heat pool in your body. his fingers find their way into your scalp, barely gripping to get a better angle. 

yunho’s mouth falls to the side of your neck and he presses his large frame into your back. he sucks on the sensitive spot just below your ear, leaving a purple mark in its wake.

“we will take very good care of you,” yunho whispers, dragging his lips back up to your ear. his large hands snake around your body and grip both of your breasts, making you moan into seonghwa’s mouth.

seonghwa swallows your moan and uses it as a chance to slide his tongue between your lips. he tastes sweet, addictive, and you can’t help but to want more. your tongues dance across each other in a comfortable rhythm, and his hands slide down your body, to grip your ass. 

without pulling away, you toy with the buttons on seonghwa’s shirt, undoing each one until you can pull it off his shoulders. revealing his chest, it was perfectly defined, along with deliciously toned biceps.

your fingers trace the smooth lines of his body, feeling the warmth of his skin under your palms as you push the shirt completely off. he shrugs it away without breaking the kiss, his tongue diving deeper into your mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that matches the growing ache between your thighs.

yunho's grip on your breasts tightens just enough to send sparks through your body, his thumbs circling your hardening nipples through the fabric of your bra. he nips at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "that's it, let us hear you," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, vibrating against your neck.

breaking away for a breath, seonghwa trails his mouth down your jaw, sucking lightly on your pulse point while his fingers work at the hem of your bra. he undoes the hooks, and yunho helps by sliding the straps down your shoulders. cool air hits your bare skin, but it's quickly replaced by the heat of their bodies surrounding you.

yunho's palms return to your now-exposed breasts, cupping them fully, his large hands engulfing you as he pinches your nipples between his fingers. the sharp pleasure makes your hips buck forward, grinding against seonghwa instinctively. he groans, his mouth moving lower to capture one of your nipples in a wet kiss, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

“these need to go,” he grazes his fingertips across the waistband of your panties, and yunho mirrors his action, sliding them down your legs in one quick motion. 

their hands return to your hips, hands roaming all over the area.

yunho's hand slips between your legs from behind, his fingers brushing your slick folds. he circles your clit slowly, making you jolt. his other arm bands around your waist to hold you steady. "our baby is so wet already.”

his fingers slide to tease the entrance of your hole, collecting the wetness. “can i put them in?” he whispers.

“mmmm yes, please go slow,” you whine.

“of course, darling,” he affirmed, sliding his middle finger in oh so slowly.

your mouth falls agape, and your head leans forward onto seonghwa’s shoulder, an instant reaction to the unfamiliar pleasure. your breathing becoming obviously heavier and more shaky. 

yunho could sense that you were feeling good and added in another finger, making sure to massage them across your most sensitive patch.

“nghh,” you muffle yourself in seonghwa’s flesh. 

yunho’s other hand wraps around your neck and pulls you away from seonghwa. “don’t hide now, we want to hear how good we are making you feel,” he growls against your ear.

seonghwa straightens up, his lips shiny from your sucking on your breasts, and starts unbuckling his belt. he pops the button on his pants and shoves them down, kicking them aside. his cock strains against the fabric of his boxers, a clear outline of its thick length pressing forward. he palms himself through the material, stroking once as he watches you.

yunho follows suit, removing his fingers, making you grip around nothing. he stands, towering over you, and yanks his shirt over his head, revealing a chiseled chest. his pants come next, sliding down his legs until he's in briefs that do little to hide his hardening length. he steps closer, his hand replacing seonghwa's on your hip.

now fully naked, they guide you to lie back on the plush lounge seat, leaving your heart pounding. seonghwa sheds his boxers, his cock springing free - heavy and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. he strokes it slowly, eyes locked on your bare pussy. yunho strips off his briefs last, his shaft even thicker, curving slightly as it stands rigid against his abs.

seonghwa kneels between your legs, slowly parting them with his large hands. you are nervous at first, trying to close your legs back together and hide your face. “don’t be shy baby, just let me make you feel good,” he reassures, parting them again.

he peppers kisses on your thighs starting from your knees, making their way up to your heat. he rests his palm and brushes his thumb your folds, grazing across your slick bundle of nerves.

you let out a low moan from the contact, and seonghwa looks up to meet your eyes. “you’re a sensitive little thing, aren’t you, darling?” he smiles teasingly.

without even waiting for a response, he dips his tongue down on your clit, sucking on it slowly, trying to gauge your reaction. when he sees that you have covered your mouth with your hand to try to muffle yourself, he continues.

his tongue laps between your folds at a pace that is not overwhelming, but just enough to keep you wanting more. yunho walks around to the head of the seat and forces your hand away from your lips. 

“didn’t think i was going to let this hole go unused, did you?” he teased, running his thumb across your bottom lip. you look up at him with doe eyes as the head of his cock nudges your lips apart.

he pushes in carefully, though that doesn’t stop the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. his fingers trail through your hair, holding the back of your head for leverage. not pulling, but guiding. “you’ve sucked cock before, right?”

you nod in response, sucking him deeper, your tongue swirling around the underside. the salty taste of him filled your mouth, and you hollowed your cheeks, drawing a guttural moan from yunho.

seonghwa continues to suck on your clit, now adding two of his fingers inside. he drags his tongue down to your entrance, meeting with his fingers to taste your slick as his nose brushes across your clit. 

“sweet thing,” yunho coos, cupping your cheek in his palm. he pushed his dick further back into your throat, until his pelvis meets your nose. the lewd choking sounds coming from you only make him more desperate.

but once he sees seonghwa pull away, he slips himself out of your mouth. hwa leans up, gripping his length in his hand, sliding the head across your folds to collect the slick. 

“are you ready?” he asks, nudging against your entrance. 

“mhmm,” you nod.

“words, doll”

“yes, please. i want it, seonghwa.”

he spits down onto your already soaked pussy, using his thumb to rubs it into your hole, as well as across your clit.

the extra lubricant allows him to slide in easily, your wall immediately sucking him in further. you wince at the pain at first, trying to adjust to the stretch. the look on your face indicates to seonghwa to go slower, which he respects.

“you’re doing good, baby. just let him in a little bit more.” yunho angles your face up to his, soft kisses following his affirmations.

"breathe, baby," he coos, pausing until you relax around him. "just like that." once seonghwa bottoms out, he stays still for a few moments, allowing you to adjust to the burn of the stretch. he moves his hips slowly, trying not to overwhelm you as he pulls back out.

"fuck, so perfect," seonghwa whispers, starting a gentle rhythm - shallow thrusts that build gradually. each slide sends sparks through you, your body adapting and craving more. yunho breaks the kiss, shifting to kneel beside you, his hand wrapping around his thick shaft as he strokes himself, watching seonghwa fuck you.

seonghwa picks up pace, hips snapping forward with controlled power once he has given you time to adjust. his cock drags along your sensitive spots as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, the lounge seat creaking under the motion. 

yunho leans down, his free hand pinching your nipple as he growls, "look at you, taking his dick so well. our girl’s not so innocent anymore."

moans weren’t even coming out of your mouth. it was just whimpers and sounds of desperation. your hands grab on to seonghwa’s wrists as he fucks into you, your nails digging into his flesh.

your walls clenching around hwa drive him closer and closer to the edge. sweat starts to bead up on his forehead and his strokes become more sloppy with each passing second.

 "gonna fill you up, doll," he warns, and with a final, deep plunge, hot spurts of cum flooding inside of you, triggering your release too. you clench around him, milking every drop as waves of pleasure crash over.

seonghwa pulls out slowly, a mix of your juices and his seed leaking from you. before you can recover, yunho moves in, flipping you gently onto your hands and knees. "my turn to fuck this pretty pussy" he says, voice husky. 

his hands grip your hips, cock teasing your entrance, still slick and sensitive. he enters you in one smooth thrust, thicker than seonghwa, stretching you to your limits. you cry out, pushing back against him instinctively. seonghwa kneels in front, guiding your head to his softening cock, still glistening. "clean me up," he suggests, and you take him into your mouth, tasting the salty mix of cum and your own arousal.

yunho fucks you steadily from behind, each slap of skin against skin jolting you forward onto seonghwa. his curve hits just right, brushing that bundle of nerves. you suck harder, hollowing your cheeks, earning a groan from seonghwa as he hardens again in your mouth.

"fuck, your mouth feels amazing," seonghwa praises, threading fingers through your hair. yunho's pace quickens, one hand reaching around to rub your clit in tight circles. the overstimulation builds to a fever pitch, your body trembling on the edge once more.

“say you like my cock. say you love how good we make you feel,” yunho demands, bunching your hair into a ponytail, now pulling you away from seonghwa.

“it f-feels so good, yuyu,” you manage to piece the words together.

you can’t help but to come undone around yunho's cock, throbbing length as your walls flutter and squeeze. “wanna breed this tight cunt, your greedy pussy keeps sucking me back in” he moans, his peak approaching quickly. 

a few more deep strokes and he buries himself deep and pumps you full of his release, grunting with each spurt. each movement creates a ring of white around the base of his cock from both of their releases. he finally pulls all the way out, making an exaggerated pop sound.

seonghwa was the first to move, his hands gentle as he eased you onto your back, cradling your head in his lap. “you did so well, taking us both like that,” he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring. he brushed sweat-dampened hair from your face, his fingers tracing light patterns along your warm cheeks. 

yunho joined him, fetching a soft towel from the room's side table and wiping away the mess between your legs with carefully, avoiding your oversensitive folds to prevent any sting.

“thank you for taking care of me,” you admitted looking at yunho, then turning to nuzzle into seonghwa’s abdomen.

yunho sat next to you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “thank you for trusting us.”

with that, you exchange contact information, and the ‘one and done’ deal is completely ruined.

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Toxins Intertwined

(part 3)

Author’s note: It’s Webbed Wednesday everyone!! Enjoy part 3 of this fun Yungi universe!!! 💙❤️ (if you haven’t read part 1 it’s linked right here)

Synopsis: After lunch with Mingi, Yunho’s feet are off the ground and his head is in the clouds. He can’t seem to organize his thoughts for even a moment. Nonetheless, he has to turn in the project they worked so hard on. He can’t let Mingi down.

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The rest of the day went by in quick flashes. “How was your lunch?” Yeosang asked upon Yunho’s arrival at the dorm. “It was lovely,” Yunho replied dreamily, recalling the events of earlier in the day. After lounging around the dorm for a few hours, Yeosang begins to pack up for his PreMed final. “Good luck, Yeo! I know you’ll do great!” Yunho cheered from his bed. “Thanks Yuyu,” Yeosang replied shyly, shutting the door behind him.

Yunho glanced at his clock; there was still an hour until he had to make his way to chemistry. Sighing, he plopped his head back on his pillow, placing his forearm over his eyes while drifting into a deep slumber.

Yunho startles awake to his phone vibrating. He has 3 missed calls and 15 unopened text messages. He checks the time on his phone; he is 10 minutes late to chemistry. Clumsily getting his shoes on, he opens his phone and checks to see who has been calling him. “Holy shit,” Yunho stops in his tracks. The calls and texts had all been from Mingi. The phone begins to ring again. Quickly slipping on his coat, Yunho answers the call. “Hello?” says a familiar voice from the other side of the line. Yunho shudders. “His voice sounds deeper on the phone,” he thinks to himself. “Hello? Are you there?” The voice prods. Snapped back to reality, Yunho replies, “Yeah, I’m sorry, yeah, I’m here.” The voice continues, “It’s me, Mingi, your partner.” Yunho blushes. Flustered, he replies, “P-p-partner?” Confused, Mingi replies, “Yes, your partner for the chem final and your new friend? Remember me?” Yunho exhales, cheeks still flushed. “Yeah, I’m sorry, dude. I laid down for a nap and overslept. I’m on my way over right now,” he says, making his way over to the door. “Well, you’d better be here soon; we were supposed to turn those in upon arrival to class. When I saw you weren’t in class when I got there, I ran to the commons, but some other girl from our class definitely saw me on her way to the bathroom.” Mingi explains. “Okay,” Yunho says in a serious tone. “I’ll get to you quickly.” “See you soon,” Mingi says. “See ya,” Yunho replies, closing the door behind him. “Okay Yunho, make it quick,” he says to himself, preparing to run.

Yunho dashes down the hallways, expertly dodging people, pillars, and pencil cases. He practices controlling his breath as he bends his body, forming around his obstacles and taking sharp turns. Finally, reaching the chemistry commons, he finds Mingi sitting at a table, fiddling with his glasses. “Hey!” Yunho yells from across the room. “I’m here, and I have the project!” he says, pointing to the hefty folder in hand. Mingi stands up from the table, smiling from ear to ear. “Oh, I can’t stand it when you do that,” Yunho thought to himself. By this point Yunho was memorizing his features, the way his eyes would squint, the “cryer’s mole” under his left eye, and the way his teeth were just slightly crooked. Yunho loved everything about him; Mingi radiated a light that made Yunho feel like nothing but a moth. Before he knew it, yet again, Mingi was standing directly in front of him. “What’re you standing around for?” Mingi asks, tilting his head to one side. “Oh, sorry,” Yunho replies, flustered to see Mingi this close. “Well, let’s get going.” Mingi says, dramatically marching away. Yunho lets out a massive exhale, following behind Mingi. Watching him from the back, he examined Mingi. His broad back and small waist, wishing to keep it all to himself. Looking past that, Yunho dared explore; his hips curved in a neat, rounded shape. One could mistake him for a woman. His thighs were full as well; he certainly trained them in some fashion to give them such perfect shape. However, Yunho’s eyes came to a halt as he almost rams right into Mingi. “Alright,” Mingi says. “Let’s do this.” Yunho’s eyes are still glancing down, as Mingi notices. He says, “Are you nervous?” Now fully turning himself to face Yunho. “Oh,” Yunho says, now fully acknowledging Mingi. “Yeah,” he lies. “Well, don’t worry,” Mingi says in a low tone, grabbing the nape of Yunho’s neck. Yunho gets startled, his face is red, and he can feel himself beginning to sweat. Mingi brings Yunho’s forehead to his own, allowing for his eyes to meet Yunho’s. “Headspin on three?” Mingi asks. “Let’s do it,” Yunho confirms. To Mingi’s count, the two spin in unison. Yunho enjoys every second of it, almost trying to memorize the crown of Mingi’s head with his own. “Let’s do this.” Yunho says softly, moving his head away from Mingi’s. Mingi reaches for the door handle, and the two walk into the bright lab room.

After chemistry, the two meet up in a back corner of the classroom. “Whew, I’m glad Professor Kim accepted our final,” Mingi says. “Well,” Yunho begins. “Don’t be too surprised.” Yunho looks away from Mingi, attempting to dodge the following question. “Why wouldn’t I be surprised? We were like twenty minutes late to class on lab prep day. Normally he’d be pissed.” Mingi says exaggeratedly. However, just as Mingi finishes his sentence, their professor begins to approach their corner. “Hey Yunho, will you be coming over for dinner this weekend?” Professor Kim asks kindly. “Wait,” Mingi begins eagerly. “Do you two know each other?” He asks ecstatically. “Know him?” Professor Kim starts. “He’s my nephew.”

Yunho smiles weakly at Mingi, watching him as he stands slack-jawed. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Mingi shouts with excitement. “That’s so cool!” Yunho makes a face portraying the exact opposite. “Yeah, let Uncle Hwa know that I’ll be there.” Yunho says, rolling his eyes. “Whoa, you have two uncles!” Mingi says, doing that silly smile that pulls at Yunho’s heartstrings. “Yeah, I do.” Yunho smiles, not able to hold himself looking at Mingi. “That must be nice, I’ve got no family left. I’m here on a full ride,” Mingi says with a cool tone, but looks down; his smile fades. “Well, you can join us at dinner, right, Dr. Kim?” Yunho asks, looking down at his uncle. “Well, firstly, I should’ve brought some higher shoes.” he chuckles. “You are some tall boys aren’t you?” he asks rhetorically. “Of course you can join us for dinner, I’ll go text my husband now, you boys go enjoy the rest of your day,” the professor says, walking away. “Thank you, Professor Kim!” Mingi shouts, walking towards the door with a smile. “Yeah, thank you!” Yunho follows behind. They close the door behind them, and continue towards the commons. “So what’ve you got planned for the rest of the day?” Mingi asks. “Well, I’m Spider Man, so I’ve got to go change now and start patrolling the city,” Yunho thinks to himself. “I’m busy with homework, plus we’ve got to catch up on the lab prep notes for chemistry that we missed.” Yunho replies. “Oh,” Mingi replies. “I guess you’re right. Well in that case, let’s head to the library, right?” Mingi asks. Yunho wishes to say yes, it is everything he’s ever wanted in that moment to say yes. But instead he says, “Well, actually I thought I’d study alone in my dorm today if that’s alright with you.” Yunho has never hated himself more than he does right now. “Oh,” Mingi says, more stunned this time. “If you insist, then see ya sometime!” Mingi says, continuing to walk in the direction of the library, as Yunho turns to head to the dorms. “Yeah, see you,” Yunho replies solemnly, as he trudges his way alone to his dorm.

Back at the dorm, Yeosang is still gone, though by the time Yunho returns it is likely he will be back, he was lucky, he’d bring back food after his finals. Yunho shuts the door hard behind him, plopping himself onto his bed. “Did I really just ditch the man of my dreams to wear red spandex in broad daylight?” He sits himself up, coming to a full stand in the small room. He reaches into a suitcase with a small, elaborate lock on it, and pulls out a key from his backpack. “Well, let’s at least get started early.” he says to himself, putting the key in the lock, hearing a small click. In the suitcase lies his suit, mask, and his other, as Yeosang calls them “spidey trinkets.” Yunho removes his shoes and pants first, causing a cold chill to crawl up Yunho’s legs. He quickly slips on the bottom part of his suit, now removing his coat and shirt. “I wonder what Mingi looks like shirtless,” he thinks to himself while slipping the rest of his suit on. Finally, he grabs his mask, examining it for a moment before putting it on. He walks toward the window, sliding it open slowly. “Truly a gift, and a curse,” Yunho says, binding a web to the nearest building and swinging away for the day.

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