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you can't hold back when you ask, "how come you didn't tell me that you were moving?" soobin pauses, his head slowly lifting up to gauge your facial expressions. "i mean, i know we weren't super close but we were science partners and i was a little hurt when i had to find out from the teacher that you left." your voice gets soft to show that you weren't angry at him, just curious.

"i-" soobin's had comes out to comfort you, but he stops himself and drops it onto the bed and grips onto the comforter instead.

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fem!reader x soobin, virgin!soobin, nerdy soobin, he blushes a bunch, making out, handjob, cum-tasting, he stutters a bunch, glasses!soobin, beomgyu and taehyun cameo!, kind of premature cumming, this is kind of long i'm so sorry !

note from luna: a request that i got carried away with and took me super long to write (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) , i really hope you enjoy it nonetheless (@mymelodying)

as far as you knew, the last time you saw choi soobin was your senior year of high school. you occasionally talked in the one class you shared together, science. he was your lab partner and you would often have to do experiments and assignments with each other, maintaining an 'A' average throughout the year. in class, soobin often kept to himself and was typically hunched over his work or books. he never spoke too much and when he did, he would stumble over his words and pink would dust his cheeks while he avoids any and all eye contact with you.

when you got the chance, you would often glance at his belongings. you heard the talks about him outside of class, the whispers in the hallways about how "weird" soobin was. the way he watches so many animated shows/films was obsessive, always nose deep in recent manga, mumbling to himself about the characters and major plot points. they would talk about the way he dressed, draped in over-sized hoodies and sweats, his glasses that were just a tad bit large on his nose and often slid down the bridge. you were endeared when you would catch him pushing them back up, a small smile creeping onto your face.

one day in class you took notice to the little stickers that littered his folders and notebooks, also the plush keychain that hung from his backpack. you thought it was cute how he showed his interests in little ways like that, especially since he wasn't able to talk about them to these judgmental students in school. you never thought it was strange like the other students saw it to be. but to soobin, your wandering eyes must have felt that way. he snatched up his things with shaky hands and shoved them in his bag, his face burning red. before you could get a word out, he sped-walked out the classroom and down the hall.

you and soobin never got close, never had the chance to. aside from playing with chemicals and writing scientific equations on a piece of paper, you didn't get to talk that much. here and there you would gather a little information about him, but he would often shut himself up from going on and on about his interests or life. he kept it short, like he was drawing a line between the two of you. it pained you a bit that he felt like he had to hold himself back, you noticed the light in his eyes when you would ask him a question and the way it faded when he caught himself. his eyes shaky and gnawing on his bottom lip, changing the subject to science-related topics.

the day before soobin left, it was a friday and you managed to get a smile from him. it was a stupid joke you made while doing an experiment involving looking at germs. you mustered up the courage to lighten the tense mood since you've been working for an hour on the assignment, jabbing soobin in the side before he pressed his eyes into the scope.

"hey," he turns to you, his eyes immediately shifting when they locked with yours. he stares at a corner of your face, but you were used to it. just like you were used to the pink that spread across his face whenever you would converse with him. "why did the germ cross the microscope?"

he furrows his brow and chews on his bottom lip, "w-why?" he stutters.

you hold back a laugh as you complete the joke, "to get to the other slide." you couldn't hold back for long as you burst out with laughter at how dumb the joke was, it wasn't even that funny. yet, you couldn't help yourself. soobin's eyes widen at the sudden loud sound, his face flushing as he turns away while trying to stifle a laugh. he looks into the microscope in front of him, but you don't miss the small smile that comes onto his face. nor the little dimple that appears on his cheek.

you were the last to know about soobin and his family deciding to leave the city for one that was three hours away from yours, which meant he would be transferring high schools. you didn't have a chance to say goodbye or thank you for all his help during the class as he just stopped showing up. you were pretty worried, it wasn't like soobin to miss a day. let alone it being three in a row, your anxiety was starting to eat you up and you decided to ask the teacher about him.

"you didn't hear, soobin transferred last week. friday was his last day."

it shocked you, he never talked about leaving. granted, you weren't the closest to him but you thought with the small-talk you often made he would mention something like that. or even bring it up the day before he supposedly left, the day you saw him smile for the first time. before leaving the classroom, you took another glance at the seat next to yours that was empty with something heavy weighing on your heart.

after he moved, it took about a month before you got use to his absence. everyday you walked into class your eyes would immediately fly to the seat he once sat in. you hoped that you would find him sitting there with his disheveled black hair, his glasses that were perched on his little nose, his lips that would be pursed in concentration as he worked out a problem in his study book. you would deflate when he wasn't there, shuffling to your seat and plopping down with a sigh.

you eventually got a new lab partner, beomgyu was his name, and the two of you would come to be good friends. often finding yourself doing the same things you would with soobin, plus some. hanging out with the boy after class and talking to him about his interests. sometimes you'd find that same glint in beomgyu's eyes that you saw in soobin and get sad, shaking the feeling off with a small smile.

you would eventually forget about soobin in the following months leading up to graduation, maybe not completely though . even though you knew he wasn't there, he couldn't possibly be, your eyes still searched the sea of graduation caps hoping to find those glasses and flushed cheeks you grew fond of.

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you and beomgyu walk into your first chemistry class of the semester together, shoulder to shoulder, and laughing about some video that he sent to you this morning. the two of you ended up getting accepted into the same college after vowing to never separate post-graduation. you were happy to know one person for your first year, and even happier that it was your best friend beomgyu.

you take a seat in the third row of the classroom with a sigh, beomgyu following and plopping down next to you. you turn towards beomgyu with a blinding smile and he playfully shields his eyes, making you push him. before you could strike up a conversation about your excitement, the professor walks in along with some straggling students who didn't want to be marked late on the first day. she was a short and limber lady, with a high bun resting on her head and circular glasses that framed her face well. she looked like the kind of professor that enjoyed her job.

she shut the door behind the last student to enter, before making her way to her desk. she fumbles around with her many folders and laptop, pulling up a slide show. the room is mute of talking, the only sounds being the shuffling of students reaching into their backpacks for their computers and pencils, prepared to take any introductory notes. as she sets up, the door to the classroom creaks open and everyone's heads turn in the same direction.

a boy with wired-headphones plugged into his ears walked into the room. he was wearing a black tight-fitted shirt that hugged his sides, it was tucked into his jeans that fit his thighs perfectly, his dark hair was mussed but in a stylish way. he grimaces and his face flushes when he realizes the squeaking of the closing door was bringing unwarranted attention to him, dimples that looked a little familiar appeared on his cheeks.

"class starts at eight, young man." the professor says, grabbing the remote that controls the screen now that her slides were pulled up. he turns in her direction, popping the buds from his ears and wrapping them around his phone, his face seemed to turn even darker and he sucks in his bottom lip. you cock your head to the side, the more you stare at him and watch his actions, the more familiar the boy looks. distant memories that you can't quite catch float around in your head.

"s-sorry. it's not an excuse, but my alarm didn't go off." his voice was deep and smooth as he spoke, honesty laced in his tone as he apologized. all around you, the girls in the class started to whisper to their friends. presumably about his good looks, you would do the same with beomgyu if it weren't for you trying to wrack your brain trying to figure out why you think you've seen him before. he presses his lips together and bows his head awkwardly in apology. he starts to head for a seat, but he's stopped by the professor speaking again-

"i'll let it pass this time since it's the first day," she starts and he nods his head in acknowledgement, his grip tight on his bag-strap that was slung across his slim waist. "what's your name?" everyone tunes in, wanting to know the name of the handsome boy who would be in this class for the semester. he runs a hand through his hair, his eyes darting around the room and avoiding stares. "ah, c-choi soobin."

you freeze, your eyes widening at that name. choi soobin? like choi soobin that you went to high school with? choi soobin who suddenly upped and left one day? the same one who buried himself in over-sized clothing and his glasses that never sat on his nose right? that's the same guy who was standing in front of you, with fitted clothes, no glasses on his face, and a lot taller than what you remembered, that soobin?

your eyes follow him as he walks past you once the professor dismissed him to a seat that was a few rows behind you, you couldn't help it. you haven't heard that name in about a year and now he shows up again in the same college as you, in your science class? your eyes lock briefly when he goes by, his eyes immediately shifting away and his face going pink. you don't think he remembered you though, besides it's been a while and you also forgot about him until this moment.

all class, you could only think about the boy who you were semi-acquainted with in high school and how much he has changed. your body itched to turn around and catch a glance at him, figure out if it was actually the same boy you knew.

"you okay," beomgyu whispered to you, poking a finger into your side. you give him a nod before placing your face in your hand and gnawing on your bottom lip. you had to talk to him after class, right? you needed to know if he remembered you, thought about you even a little after he left.

you were lost in thought until the final minutes of class, the professor clapping her hands together sharply before clicking to the last slide. it was an announcement that she will be putting us in pairs, and we'll stay in that duo for the semester. you'll do labs, assignments, and presentations with your partner. it reminded you a lot of the class you took in high school.

"hopefully we're together." beomgyu whispers, crossing his fingers and you smile at him while also twining your fingers in hopes. we wait while professor starts calling out pairs, your heart beating fast. the both of you take a pause when beomgyu's name is called.

"choi beomgyu and-" he bites on his bottom lip and squeezes his eyes shut, grabbing onto your hand and holding it tightly in his. "kang taehyun." he deflates, throwing a pout at you and you caress his shoulder. he turns around and finds his partner who raised his hand. he gets up with his belongings and makes his way towards the boy and they immediately jump into conversation. you think he'll be alright and you shoot him a thumbs up when he looks your way with a soft smile.

you jump when your name is called next, snapping your head to the front of the room. hopefully whoever you get is nice and not someone who will slack off and make you do all the work, that's the last thing you want in a college-level chemistry class. "and choi soobin."

you eyes widen and your mouth drops open in shock. what are the odds that you and soobin would be in a science class together and be lab partners at that. it gave you a reason to talk to him again after some time, but you haven't thought about what you would say. how would you even bring up what you wanted to talk about?

when you turn around, soobin was already looking back at you. you couldn't quite read his facial expression, he looked a little surprised but also intrigued. he would shift his eyes away though, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. you gathered your belongings and headed up the stairs to his row and taking the seat next to his.

you look at him from the corner of your eye, too scared to turn and look at him and just fidgeted with the pencil in your hand instead. you let the professor finish putting people in pairs, she tells the class to exchange info with your lab partners and get to know them as our first lab will be on thursday. there's about fifteen minutes of class left and she dismisses us to be able to converse.

slowly, you turn your head towards him. "hey,"

soobin jumps and rubs his hands anxiously over his thighs. he looks over at you and bows his head, before turning away again. he squeezes his eyes shut and says something under his breath you can't catch.

"uh, so… we should probably exchange numbers like the professor suggested since we're going to be together for a whole semester. and we might have to keep in contact with eachoth-" you started to ramble before soobin suddenly cut you off.

"did we go to high school together?" he asks, turning towards you. he quickly catches himself, his face burning and his eyes shifting away from your stare that felt too intense. he looks down at his lap, at his fumbling hands that were there. "ah sorry- i mean…m-more specifically did we have a science class together?" he mutters the last part.

you freeze, so he did remember you…"uh, yeah. we were lab partners back in high school." you answer his question while nodding your head.

there was the tiniest smile that came to his face, crooked and cute. "i thought so…" he mumbled more to himself. his hand comes up to his nose like he was going to push up his glasses, but his hand curls into a fist when he realizes they weren't there.

"what happened to your glasses?" you blurt out without thinking. soobin's drops his hand onto the table and his face turns a pretty shade of pink.

"my-my glasses? i, um stopped wearing them awhile ago. i wear con-contacts now." his hand scratches the back of his neck as he speaks and he clears his throat often the more he talks, like he was thinking of the next words to say as he said it.

"mmm," you hum in understatement. before you could ask another question, about why he left so suddenly without saying anything, it was the end of class. the professor would announce that while also telling us to pick up our homework for the day. a worksheet to get to know all about your lab partner, like we were in kindergarten again.

soobin packs up his belongings and you can't help but to notice the keychain that hung from his backpack, the same one from when we were in high school. you smile to yourself and soobin gets up, a quick and jerky movement that startles you a little.

"i-i'm gonna go now," he stiffly says, sliding behind you and starting for the stairs that leads to the door. you bite your lip, quickly getting up and packing your stuff to follow him. you can't let him get away that easily, not when you got the chance to finally see him again.

"wait-" you say, catching his hand that was on his phone and ready to unravel his headphones. he flinches away, snatching his hand back and leaving yours hanging mid-air. when you look at him, he was blushing, his eyes looking everywhere but at yours and his cheeks were puffed out.

"sorry i- i was just wondering if you wanted to get started on the homework?" you ask him, dropping your hand and clutching onto your tote bag. soobin taps the screen of his phone with his thumb to check the time.

he opens his mouth to speak but gets interrupted by someone slinging their arm over your shoulder and ruffling your hair. you knew it was beomgyu cause he was the only person that did that to you, the little punk.

"shall we grab some lunch, i'm starving~" he asks, pinching your cheek. he stops when he realizes that soobin is standing there, looking between the two of you with wide eyes. he particularly focused on beomgyu's arm that was around you, which striked you as odd.

beomgyu nods at him before shoving a hand out in front of soobin, "hi, i'm beomgyu! you must be soobin and this losers lab partner." you roll your eyes, shoving his arm off of you and making him pout. soobin tentatively takes his hand, shaking it almost robotically before letting go.

"so," beomgyu turns to you, bringing his face completely in your view. you notice the way soobin turns his head away, his face burning. "are we getting lunch or not?"

you lean back and gesture towards soobin, "actually, i was going to get started on the homework assignment with soobin." you smile at beomgyu who drops his obnoxiously and his eyes flicker towards the boy that was standing there shuffling on his feet. he looks back at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

you never talked to beomgyu about soobin, never felt a reason to. it felt better to keep those little memories you had to yourself, instead of loading all you grievance on someone you just met. so, to him it probably looked like you were looking for a hook-up.

"oh, that's cool! i'll just get lunch with taehyun and catch up with you later?" he taps your shoulder and gives you a shit-eating grin that makes you roll your eyes even harder than the first time. he skips away, smirking at you as he heads out the door to track down his new friend.

soobin looks at you, not for too long of course, before staring down to his feet or the ground beneath them you weren't too sure. he drums his fingers against his bookbag strap, the silence stretching on.

"uh, sorry about that…do you have any time to do the assignment right now?" you ask him.

soobin's head pops up and he seems to perk up a bit at the idea of you still wanting to hang out with him, "yeah down- i'm down!"

"we can go to my dorm, it's only a five minute walk from here. if that's okay with you of course!" you offer, pointing in the direction of your room. soobin blushes furiously, but nods his head in agreement. you smile, waving your hand and motioning for him to follow you.

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"me and beomgyu share this place, but he shouldn't be back for awhile. but you already knew that…"

soobin shucks off his shoes before looking around. it was a cozy and small dorm room that he can tell is properly lived in. plushies littered the couch, there were two mugs on the coffee table in front of it, he placed his shoes next to the others that were by the door. it smelt good too, like cinnamon and something else he couldn't name.

you watch as soobin scans the place, his head turning until it lands on you. he gets startled as if he forget that it was your place and that you were actually in it. you don't fight the giggle that bubbles up and comes out.

"we can go to my room, it's more comfortable." you smile at him and make your way down the hall and to the right where your room was, opposite of beomgyu's who was on the left. he follows you into the room and jumps when you shut the door.

you gesture towards the bed, "have a seat." he nods and rummages through his bag for the assignment, a clipboard, and a pencil to write with. he settles on the bed, but he doesn't move. he looks almost frozen as he sits there and you smile fondly at how shy he can truly be.

you sit next to him, climbing onto the bed and crossing your legs with the paper in your lap. soobin mirrors you, being sure to put a little bit of distance between the two of you as he does.

"i-i'm ready when you are." he says, scrunching his nose and pushing up imaginary glasses. your eyes linger on him a little longer than you intended, soobin's eyes shifting and his cheeks turning rosy as he clears his throat.

"right- um, first question is…what's your favorite thing to do?" you look up from the sheet for him to answer first.

"i would say m-my favorite thing to do is read or watch tv, it's what i do the most." he shrugs his shoulders while you write down his response.

"and what do you like to read and watch?"

"nothing much, just…what everyone else reads and watches." he answers, his hands fidgeting around his pencil.

"and what is everyone reading and watching?" you tease. soobin stutters over his words, his tongue felt tied as he tried to come up with a lie and think about what trending shows he's heard others talking about.

"i'm messing with you," you laugh, placing a comforting hand on his thigh. he tenses under you and you pull away, he immediately relaxes when you do. "but i did notice the jujutsu kaisen figure on your bag, do you like that show? it's anime, right?" soobin's eyes are wide when he looks at you, his mouth moving like a fish.

"you know about jujutsu kaisen? have you ever watched the show?" he sounded excited that someone recognized the figure, as if it wasn't one of the most popular ones out now. he had that same shine in his eyes that he did back in high school when he would talk about things like this.

you felt a little bad when you had to admit the truth though, "i've never watched it, but beomgyu always talks about it!" you try to make the situation a little better and give him a topic to bring up with beomgyu whenever he sees them again, maybe they can become friends too.

"oh…" he deflates, tapping his pencil against his paper.

"we could always watch it together, since we're going to be around each other the whole semester." you suggest to him.

"really? you would watch?"

"yeah," you answer honestly and watch with fondness as soobin smiles, sucking his lips into his mouth in an attempt to hide it. it reminds you of the day before he left, the same day you finally saw him smile.

you can't hold back when you ask, "how come you didn't tell me that you were moving?" soobin pauses, his head slowly lifting up to gauge your facial expressions and feeling the shift in the mood. "i mean, i know we weren't super close but we were science partners and i was a little hurt when i had to find out from the teacher that you left." your voice gets soft to show that you weren't angry at him, just curious.

"i-" soobin's hand comes out to comfort you, but he stops himself and drops it onto the bed and grips onto the comforter instead. "i wanted to say goodbye… i didn't even know we were moving until i got home that day." he mumbles with a small head shake.

"everything was already packed and they were loading up the u-haul truck. i hardly even had time to process it all and once i did i was in a new city surrounded by a bunch of new people. b-but believe me when i say i wanted to say goodbye at least…" and you do believe him. he sounded too sincere and his eyes reminded you of a sad puppy, his lower lip jutting out into a pout as he spoke.

he almost looked he wanted to cry and you couldn't have that, not over something so small. you were just curious as to why you never saw him again, you didn't mean to upset him in the process. you don't remember how or when but when you snap out of your thoughts, you're close to soobin. super close, with your hand pressed against the side of his warm face.

he was blinking at you wildly, his fingers gripped tight into your covers. you gasp, your eyes widening as you steal your hand away and pulling back. "sorry, i don't know why i just did that…"

"you-" soobin presses his lips together, furrowing his brows.

"i…?"

"you whis-whispered something,"

"what did i whisper?" you nervously ask.

he clears his throat, "you said that you missed me…"

you were taken aback, you didn't remember saying that but soobin said you did and he didn't have a reason to lie. did you miss him? when he left, you did think about him a lot. even after meeting beomgyu and graduating, there was little moments when he would pop into your mind and you would wonder how he was doing. if he was doing the same, thinking about you at that very moment.

you look at the boy who was so different from what you remembered. his muscular and toned body that was visible through his shirt, his legs that were a lot longer than before and encompassed by his jeans, his slender hand that held his pencil, his big and curious eyes that were no longer framed with glasses, his pretty and pink lips that were pouted so cutely. you wanted to lean in and kiss them-

your lips touch in a chaste kiss that lasts a second. when you pull back, soobin's eyes were squeezed shut and his lips were still protruded. you giggle, hiding your smile behind your hand and soobin's eyes crack open. he was blushing furiously and he had a sheepish look on his face.

"it's true, i did miss you…" you admit to him. you shove the classwork aside and crawl towards him. soobin's breath hitches when you start to come closer, his legs involuntary parting and allowing you to fill the spot between them.

you bring your faces close enough so that your breathes mingle between the little space there was. you slowly bring your hand up to his face again, your thumb rubbing under his eye. soobin's breath gets shaky as he lets your explore his face, gnawing on his bottom lip in nervousness.

you let your finger trace the bridge of his nose where his glasses used to be, "do you still keep your glasses around?" soobin brain was malfunctioning and he couldn't speak so he simply nods his head and points a trembling finger at his backpack that was on the floor. with a smile you hop off the bed to grab his glasses that were in a cute case before repositioning yourself to where you were.

you raise the glasses up to his face and gently slide them over his ears and up his nose. they were the same ones he had back then, except now they fit his adult features. they looked perfect on him, against the pink of his cheeks.

"so handsome," you mutter while continuing your evaluation of his face. letting your fingers trace the bow of his upper lip, soobin's stuttering breath making them moist. you look him in the eyes, "can i kiss you, properly?"

soobin swallows, his eyes sliding to the wall behind you. "i-i don't know how… i've never kissed somebody before." he whispers.

you were slightly taken aback, "really?" it was a little hard to believe that someone that looked like this has never kissed anyone. he shakes his head slowly, his nervous eyes finding their way back to yours. it was cute, the contrast between his striking visuals and his timid actions. and the fact that you were the first person to kiss him, be close to him like this, defile him was kind of turning you on.

with a gentle touch, you tap his lips. "just keep these open and follow my lead, hm?" soobin nods again, licking his lips and parting them, shutting his eyes as you move in close to him. you tilt your head to slot them together with his and soobin's fingers grip onto the blanket.

you take it slow and let soobin get the feel of making out, he's clumsy at the start of course. he can't quite find the right rhythm and sometimes he'll press too hard. he pulled back a little at one point and whispered against your mouth, "is that right?" you would grab him by the chin gently and hum in agreement before pulling him in again.

this time soobin melts into the kiss, finding the pacing easier this time as you capture his lips. wrapping an arm around his neck to keep him in place, sliding your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and making soobin shiver. his whole body squirms as your nails scratch his scalp gently, a tiny whimper slipping into the kiss.

the sound sent tingles through your body and you wanted- no needed to hear it again. you grip the hairs and tug them just a little, just enough to tilt his back and deepen the kiss.

"ngh," soobin moans into your mouth, his pretty lips opening wider. you place a hand on his chest, pushing him back onto his elbows. you slip your tongue into his mouth and soobin allowed you to explore his mouth, moving your tongue against his. he finds himself liking the way it feels, his body heating up, his pulse racing, and there was another sensation happening…between his legs.

he can feel the way your hand slides down his chest and tense tummy, heading right for the spot that was throbbing. his breath hitching when your hand ghosts over his crotch, your hand warm against the prominent bulge. his hips twitch up into your hand and he moans at the contact, the friction was delicious and he wanted to chase it.

it wasn't until you started rubbing at the same time as he grinds into against your hand. he found that the longer you did it, the better it felt and there was something coiling in his belly that made his breathing uneven and his body tingle. it scared him a little and he would pull away from the kiss, pushing your hand off of him, "wa-waitwaitwait-" he voice was breathy and his face was flushed, lips red and swollen.

"what's wrong?" you ask with concern, your hand that was just making him feel good was now rubbing his shoulder in comfort. soobin's skin was tingling with every graze, but it was bearable and not as intense as whatever just happened.

he ducks his head in embarrassment, his voice low when he speaks. "i-it's just that was my first time feeling something… like that."

"did you not like it? we can stop if you don't wan-"

"no!" he shouts, his head popping up and his eyes wild. "n-no it's not that i didn't like it…in fact i think i liked it too much. there was this feeling, right here." he points at his lower abdomen, right above his cock that was still hard and twitching in the constraints of his jeans.

"it was really intense and overwhelming, it scared me a little. it was too much, too fast," his speech is fast, his face burning all the while. you giggle a little and let your hand drop back down to his hard-on. soobin jerks, his legs twitching at your sides and lets out a breathy moan as his eyes flutter.

"what you were experiencing was getting close to having an orgasm. you've never touched yourself before?"

soobin's body felt like it was on fire, "no, never…"

"well," you lean into his neck, letting your breath ghost against the sensitive skin. soobin swallows when you trail your lips along the side. "would you like me to be the first to touch you there?" he moans while nodding his head, giving you the consent you needed to hear.

you unbuckle the belt that was around his slim waist, unzipping the zipper and sliding your hand into his pants. soobin watches with heady eyes, blinking slowly as if he didn't want to miss anything. you pull his cock from his pants, the tip was glistening with precum and you press a finger into the pool. you bring your finger to your mouth, lapping at the liquid.

"w-what are you doing, why would you eat…that?" soobin stammers, but his eyes were glossy as he watched you lick up his precum. it made his cock twitch between the two of you.

"it's sweet," you simply reply. "wanna try some?"

soobin tentatively nods, one small motion of his head and you kiss him. immediately, you push your tongue into his mouth while wrapping your hand around him and lubing him up with his own precum.

"uhn," soobin moans, his hips slowly raising up into your fist and his hand comes up to squeeze your arm tightly. it feels so good, he feels so good that he can't even keep up with the kiss. his mouth going slack as he continously moans and whines.

the air between the two of you is humid, soobin's glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose from the sweat building there. his hazy eyes looking at you through his almost fogged lenses, letting out an assortment of needy sounds.

you start to jerk him earnestly, letting your hand go up and down his cock at a quick and steady pace. drinking up all of the whimpers and pants that soobin feeds you. he leaks profusely over your first, a tell-tale sign that this was in fact his first time being touched.

soobin couldn't think, his brain was clouded and his skin was prickling with pleasure. he couldn't control his hips that kept thrusting up, chasing after that intoxicating feeling of your hand on him.

"i-" he gasps when he feels that coil in his tummy again, coming at him quicker than the first time. he doesn't think he can stop it this time though, his body tensing as the pleasure ramps up and his orgasm builds.

"you?"

"i don't think i can hold back -" he choked on his words, shaking his head. his eyes were shiny like he could cry at an moment from feeling so good. you let your hand graze his tip briefly and that seems to be soobin's breaking point.

"i'm- i'm gonna cum," he breaths, his eyes rolling back and his hips kicking upwards in one final thrust. his body twitches, a long and high-pitched moan of your name flowing from his mouth as he comes in your hand.

he tosses his head back, his one hand that was in the sheets so tight that his knuckles were white and his other hand that was on your shoulder was shaking. he felt like he could see white as he came, he felt light and dizzy as multiple spurts of warm cum landed on his shirt and jeans.

you stroke him while he comes down, his breathing heavy and his bottom lip was now sucked into his mouth as he tried to regulate himself. "wow," you smirk, admiring the amount of cum that landed on his clothes. soobin gets shy, his face burning as he turns his head away.

"i'm sorry - i didn't mean to cum so quickly…" he apologizes.

"you don't have to apologize for that." you reassure him, sticking a hand into his mussed hair before reaching down to push his glasses back up his nose and making him crinkle it cutely.

"it-it's embarrassing… cumming just from you touching me." he mumbles, his eyes downcast in shame.

"not embarrassing at all, it's hot." you lift his head up and make sure he's looking into your eyes, letting him know you were telling the truth. he swallows, his throat bobbing and he nods his head.

you laugh, letting his face go and grabbing some tissues from the bedside table. "but if you came that fast just from a handjob, i don't think you would've fared if we went all the way."

soobin's eyes go wide, whimpering when the soft tissue touches his sensitive cock. "i-i… i could've lasted longer!" he counters, a little frown on his face as he said it. you tuck him back into his boxers and zip his pants up.

"really?" you raise an eyebrow, tossing the dirty tissue aside and climbing into his lap. you settle down, pressed directly against soobin's sore cock and moving your hips a little. soobin moans, his hands coming to your waist while nodding his head.

"well, we have a whole semester to figure that out now don't we?" you smirk, as you hop of his lap and start to head out of the room. soobin watches with a furious blush on his face as you go.

"w-wait, my pants!" he calls out, leaping off the bed to remind you off his cum-stained pants he was wearing. he pauses though, looking down and groaning. he was rock hard again. "dammit," he mumbles while shoving a hand between his legs.

how was he supposed to survive chemistry like this?

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!Beware of Nerds!

hiii! i'm dropping this lil snippet of a draft cause idk if i'm ever going to finish it lmao. never really planned on posting my own stuff, but my brain goes brrrr with delicious ideas sometimes hehehehe.

couple warnings!: kang yeosang cause wtf? fem!reader but can be read as gn!reader maybe (reader not described). suggestive(?). unfinished smut. like it barely starts, sorry lol. scene is scarcely detailed. this shit is bare-bones. mentions bondage, crying, overstimulation, insinuates oral (reader receiving), and multiple orgasms.

“Can I ask a weird and possibly uncomfortable question?” Your eyes were wide and curious as you stared at your unfairly pretty tutor, Yeosang.

He looked at you over his glasses with a raised brow and took a moment to think it over. Just how weird could your question be? He was curious.

“Go ahead.” He lifted his face from his textbook and gave you his undivided attention. You were surprised he was indulging you instead of telling you off for not focusing again, but you didn't dwell on it. This was your chance to ask the question that's been on your mind ever since you two were paired up. “What they say about nerds… Is it true?” You hesitantly asked as heat slowly crept up your face and your fingers gripped the corner of your own book's page a little tighter, undoubtedly crinkling it. “Ya know… about how they are in the bedroom.” You shouldn't be asking your tutor of all people that, but here you were.

Yeosang paused and silently watched you, causing you to squirm in your spot and regret ever asking the silly, and quite honestly, wildly inappropriate question. Yeah, definitely shouldn't have asked.

He closed his book with a soft thud and pulled off his glasses carefully, his movements unhurried. His face was unreadable, not a clue to what he was thinking. You opened your mouth, about to backtrack and disregard your question, ready to pretend it never entered the air, but Yeosang was quick to cut you off.

“Why? Do you want to find out?” 

Your brain short-circuited and you couldn’t help but splutter as you rapidly blinked at him. He wasn’t suggesting what it sounded like…right? “I-I’m sorry?” You asked with an unsteady voice, hoping you weren’t misinterpreting his words. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, looking straight into your eyes, unblinking.

“I said, do you want to find out?” He asked once again. His voice was lower, huskier, and it made you shiver like the icey wind outside somehow found its way inside. What was happening? What happened to the no nonsense, "only ask questions related to the work," Yeosang?

You blinked at him some more, gulped, and quietly nodded your head. What better way to get the answer than going out into the field yourself?

Your fingers twisted around each other, trying to keep yourself grounded, but it was hard when your wrists were bound together above your head. Rivers of overstimulation were flowing down your cheeks and your legs were starting to ache from your knees being pressed to your chest.

“Y-Yeo, please!” You pathetically choked out, words melting into a stuttered moan as you came for a third time. Or maybe fourth? You had already lost track after the second orgasm.

Yeosang’s fingers reassuringly massaged and squeezed the back of your thighs, but he didn’t lift his head from between them. Not until he cleaned up the mess you made.

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caught staring | yunho x reader

tags: smut, mirror play, hand kink, size difference, soft dom!yunho, praise, tiny as a pet name

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yunho sits across from you, one arm draped over the back of the couch while the other rested on his thigh. the sleeves of his shirt are pushed up just enough to expose his forearms, veins pronounced, hands big and ridiculously pretty. long fingers, broad palms, and his rings catch the light whenever he moves.

you can't help but stare, and you aren't subtle about it either. your eyes keep drifting back to his hands like they're magnetized, following the way his fingers flex when he grips his phone. you swallow hard, heat curling in your stomach.

yunho notices everything.

he doesn't look at you right away. just lets you watch for a few seconds longer before his lips curve into a slow, smug smile.

"you gonna keep staring, tiny," he murmurs, voice amused, "or you wanna tell me what's on your mind?"

your face heats instantly. "i-i wasn't-"

he finally looks at you then. his eyes are dark, a knowing look playing on his face. "hands," he says simply, lifting one and rolling his wrist. "yeah?"

you give him a small nod as he stands, towering over you before he gently takes your wrist to guide you up. he steers you toward the bedroom, fingers warm around your pulse point.

yunho positions you right in front of the mirror, hands settling on your hips. you observe how you look together, and how big he is compared to you. his chest brushes your back when he leans in, chin hovering near your shoulder.

"look at yourself," he murmurs. "so pretty when you're flustered."

your breath stutters as his hands slide lower, eventually slipping between your thighs, pulling a whimper from your lips .

"shh," he coos softly. "just let me."

he spreads you open gently, fingertips brushing your warming skin. your reflection shows your head tipping back against him, lips parting as your eyes gloss over. his other hand rests flat against your stomach, anchoring you.

then, he slides two fingers in you, slow and deep. your knees almost buckle, a broken sound leaving you as he curls his fingers just right. you watch it happen in the mirror: his hand moving between your thighs, wrist flexing, fingers glistening as he works you open.

"there we go," he murmurs, amused. "see that, tiny? see how good you take my fingers?"

your body responds instantly, hips rocking back without permission. yunho chuckles softly, pressing harder on your stomach to keep you still. "uh-uh. don't run from it, just watch."

he sets a maddening pace: slow thrusts, his fingers curling each time to stretch you enough to make your stomach flutter. his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing lazy circles until your breath turns shallow.

your hand braces against the mirror as yunho's eyes meet yours in the reflection. his expression is dark, almost proud. "you get like this every time you look at my hands," he says quietly. "all soft and pliant for me."

his fingers scissor slightly, pulling a cry from your lips. "that's it," he praises. "good girl, so responsive."

the mirror fogs where you breathe against it, your reflection blurring as you get closer and closer to cumming.

yunho leans in, lips brushing your ear. "come on, tiny," he whispers. "show me how much you like my fingers."

you finally fall over the edge, your body shaking as your mouth opens in a silent cry. his fingers move slower and gentler as he guides you through it until you melt against him.

yunho catches you easily, arms wrapping around you as he pulls his fingers free. "easy," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "i've got you, tiny."

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( THE DRESS EFFECT ) ateez x ninth member!f!reader ✶ poly!ateez

──── your dress for the kgma red carpet has your boyfriends spinning and not able to keep their hands off of you.

2025 ୨୧ word count : 1.6k ୨୧ warnings : suggestive, the guys being handsy but you love it, jongho calls you "noona" ୨୧ mdni ୨୧ note : this tiktok is what inspired it all 🤭

you were absolutely in love with the dress bora, your stylist, put you in for tonight's red carpet. well, not just in love with the dress, you were obsessed with the dress. it hugged you in all the right places, the black sheer fabric hugging your curves and dipping low at your hips. it was probably your favorite part of the dress.

you heard a knock on the door, hongjoong's voice sounding from the other side, "hey, love, we've got fifteen min–

you stepping out cut him off, his eyes racking over your body. mouth hanging open as he seemingly froze in place.

you took two steps towards him, manicured finger coming up underneath his chin to close his mouth. "you'll catch flies if you aren't careful," you gently tell him.

"oh, i knew that dress was going to be killer!" dayeon, your make-up artist, says from behind hongjoong. her comment has the other staff giggling as they watch you and hongjoong.

"i... i don't, what was i saying?" he says, eyes dazed and not being able to look away from you.

"fifteen minutes?" you say with a tilt of your head, your perfectly done hair moving with you and showing off your bare shoulders. bora thought the dress would stand out more if you didn't wear any necklaces. she was totally right.

hongjoong slips his hands on your waist as he lets out a small hum in agreement. his head leaning closer to yours, breath fanning over the shell of your ear.

"you're absolutely dangerous, love."

"i know~" you reply back, a small laugh leaving your glossed lips when you feel him press a kiss to your bare shoulder before he's pulling away.

"just wait till the others see you."

by this time, seonghwa had looked up from where he was sitting. the two of you made eye contact and you watched his gaze look you up and down, tongue coming out to lick his lips. he got up and came to stand next to hongjoong.

"turn around, pretty," he says smoothly and you bite back your own smile as you begin to slowly turn around. showing off every inch of the dress, fabric shimmering even under the fluorescent lights.

seonghwa let out a soft groan, plush lips being tugged between his teeth. eyes heavy with a lustful look, "stop, you're gorgeous. i don't think i can watch you turn around again without you causing me problems."

you can't help the laugh that escapes you, as you gently reach over to run a hand down his chest. your eyes looking at his almost saying, i wish it would create a problem. seonghwa then sits down with a heavy sigh

wooyoung then appears over hongjoong's shoulder, ready to tease him but all possible words leave his mind when he looks at you.

"you have got to be kidding me," he says, promptly pushing hongjoong away in order to get a better look at you. his hands reaching for both of yours as he takes you in. he stretches your arms out wide with his own as he adds, "i don't want to let you leave. i can't handle the thought of other people looking at you."

your fingers run up his arms as you step closer to him, chest to chest, hands resting on his shoulders. "i take that you like the dress?"

"i don't just like the dress, baby. i love it, but you're the one who's owning it. hope this is one of a kind because no one else will ever come close to pulling it off."

you press a chaste kiss to his lips, knowing your stylists will kill you both if you did more than that. especially right before you all are suppose to go on the red carpet.

"people have to look at me, woo, but i'll be right next to you," you tease, making him groan in annoyance at the thought of all those cameras flashing and capturing this look. his hand came around your waist, trailing up your spine before back down. a pleasant shiver running over you just as you feel his hand grab a handful of your butt to squeeze it.

"wooyoung!"

"sorry, if i don't do it now then i'll do it when everyone's watching."

"y/nnie~ come over so i can retouch your hair and makeup," dayeon says from her station and you nod before making your way over to her. wooyoung grumbling as he watches you walk away before he's throwing himself over seonghwa who grunts in pain.

"you're gonna have to watch your boys tonight or they might start fighting with everyone who looks at you for too long," she teases once you are sitting in the chair. she's in the middle of adding some light shimmer to your eyes and even neck and shoulders when you notice yeosang coming up behind you in the mirror.

"hey, sangie," you say, reaching a hand out which he gently grabs. he brings it up to his lips, kissing it softly in the way that always makes your stomach fill with butterflies.

"you look very beautiful," he says, taking your appearance in. "very... distracting too."

"distracting for who?" you ask with a cheeky grin that has him only smile back in return as he squeezes your hand one more time before he's going to sit down somewhere behind you. his silence was an answer enough.

your manager hyeju is in the middle of taking pictures for you when yunho and mingi enter the room and their eyes immediately land on you. yunho's smile melts into something a little softer, more tender as he comes up to you. mingi following behind him with his jaw dropped.

"you look..." yunho trails off softly, taking your hand in order to spin you once. mingi moving to stand behind you, hands immediately finding your hips.

"no words can describe how you look, princess," mingi finishes for him as his lips trail very lightly over your neck and shoulder.

"he's right," yunho says as he pulls you flush against him, his hand coming around you like wooyoung's did. and he also grabs a handful of your butt before gently patting it.

"you all are so handsy tonight," you tease with a laugh as yunho leans closer to kiss you.

"how can we not when you look like an absolute goddess?" he says and you feel your face heat up a little bit at his words. goddess. yeah, you really felt like one in this dress.

jongho then pops his head into the room and makes his way over to the three of you, "great, they're all gonna act weird tonight."

you can't help but laugh at his deadpanned expression as you move out of yunho's hold in order to press up against your youngest boyfriend. hand running through his hair just enough to where it doesn't mess up as your other comes up to rest on his shoulder. his own arm wraps around your waist.

"yah, choi jongho, don't act like you aren't a simp for her like the rest of us!" wooyoung says from his seat and the maknae sends a glare to the dancer.

but you notice how the tips of his ears immediately start to turn red.

"you look very beautiful, noona," he says quietly and you beam at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. you always find it cute when he acts like he hates skinship and whatnot, but you know he secretly loves it.

"and you look so handsome, bear." 

and when all your other boyfriends had finally had a moment with you, complimenting you and your dress – that's when san finally came up to you. right before you guys are suppose to get ready to leave for the venue, he comes up behind you with one hand resting on your stomach over the mesh fabric. his breath ghosting your ear.

"is this legal?" he asks, voice heavy enough to make a shiver run through you. "because i don't think it is."

you let out a small hum, "it is, promise."

he presses a kiss right behind your ear before you're turning in his arms, looking up at him with a loving gaze.

"i love you," you whisper softly as his arms hold you close to him. of course, you aren't surprised when his hands start to wander over you body like the others. the dress becoming like a second skin as he gives firm squeezes to different parts of your body.

"love you too," he replies before pressing a quick, chaste kiss to your lips, making you smile up at him.

"oh, just say you're obsessed with her so we can leave!" wooyoung says dramatically – like he's one to talk.

san rolls his eyes at wooyoung before looking back at you. "i may lose my mind if anyone tries to flirt with you," he says, pointer finger coming to boop your nose.

"i'll just kiss one of you if they do," you tease.

"we'll keep you to that," mingi says, making the nine of you laugh.

by this time, your managers were calling for you nine to line up in order to load up in the vans. seonghwa stood behind you, brushing you hair away in order to show off your shoulders and glittery collarbones.

your hips sway from side to side, fabric shimmering as you walk towards the van. hongjoong helps you inside the van by holding the end of your dress. he sits down next to you, arm coming to rest around your shoulder as the others settle into their seats.

"i'm glad your reactions to always seeing me in dresses never changes," you say with a wide smile, feeling your heart skip wildly knowing that you'll always take your lovers' breathes away no matter what you where. "i can't wait for atiny to see it too.""you're going to own it tonight, baby, i just know it."

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breathe- c. san

kinktober- day three

warnings: aphrodisiacs, multiple orgasms, rough sex, so much cum etc.

a/n: yeah...

enjoy.

You really should have put them in a cabinet, or hell, you could've even thrown them in the trash. But you didn’t. And you weren't sure that you regretted it.

They were a childish idea of a gag gift from a game of Secret Santa you had played with your coworkers last Christmas. You were beyond disoriented when you opened your gift to find the pills inside the neatly wrapped box, immediately taking it as your coworkers finding your consistent lack of a partner amusing.

You took them home, with zero intention to use them. It's not like you had a boyfriend, so they sat on your nightstand, collecting dust, untouched, along with a plethora of random items that never saw the light of day. You didn’t know why exactly you never threw them away, maybe because in the future, it was a possibility you might use them. Fat chance. You had completely forgotten about them, the bottle becoming just another item on your “I Spy’’ of a table.

Enter Choi San.

San always comes over unannounced, walking through your front door like he owns the place; that's just what best friends do. Making a home on your sectional and refusing to leave until the cushions swallowed him whole and you had to drag him out by his ear.

You would complain, but you both knew he was always more than welcome. This time was no different, waltzing in just as the sun began to set in the sky. He had brought some Chinese takeout for you, insisting that you needed to spend the evening taking it easy and leaving work alone for a minute, which was really taking a toll on you.

San always noticed these things before you yourself could even catch on. When you are overworked or when you catch a cold. When your cycle was starting or when your hangovers were bad. He knew you better than you knew yourself, and you couldn’t help but feel so loved and cared for with how easily he saw through you.

It started with a headache.

You were both curled up on the couch, a TV show you had been watching together for the past month played on your TV. You had cookies stuffed in your mouth, and San nursed a can of beer. The house was dark, no lights on, just the soft glow of the TV screen. San was close, one arm draped over your shoulders as he leaned against your side. You lay your head on his shoulder, eyes glued to the screen.

“Do you have any Advil or something?” San’s soft voice broke the comfortable silence, slipping his arm away from you and lifting his hands to his forehead to massage his temples, eyebrows knitted in pain.

“Headache?” you ask simply, and he nods, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Yeah. probably all this staring at a screen I’ve been doing all day.” You nod sympathetically, then point towards the dark hallway, “I have some ibuprofen on my nightstand in my room if you wanna go take some.” He smiles and stands, walking behind the couch.

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” San’s hand finds the nape of your neck, squeezing the tense muscle there in a quick massaging movement, as a way of saying thank you. His hands are large and warm, easily overtaking the entire expanse of your neck. You’re lucky he was so quick to rid himself of this headache because if his hand had lingered any longer, you probably would have lost it.

San is hot. Anyone with eyes can see that. From the beginning, you may have seen the possibility of a romantic relationship developing, but you didn’t wanna make things weird. So you listed that under the “not gonna happen” category and never touched it again. What made it so hard was that San was incredibly touchy and affectionate; it was like he had a parasite inside of him that fed off of human touch.

San walked into your bedroom, the space cast in shadows. He didn't bother turning on the light, using the dim desk lamp across the room as he made a beeline towards your nightstand. Your sheets were a mess, and a few clothes were strewn about here and there. It smelled like you.

When he saw the nightstand, he sighed audibly at the absolute mess it was. Hairbands, mail, books, and pencils, everything on planet earth crammed onto one small surface. Sitting at the edge was a white bottle with a blue label. He picked it up and twisted the cap off, pouring a couple of pills into his hand. He walked out of your room and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and washing it down.

When he sat back down next to you, you glanced over as he began to make himself comfy again. “Found them?” you asked.

“Yeah," San reached over and took your wrist in his hand, brushing his fingers over the pulse point, pressing down on it gently. "By the way, you should clean that table; it looks like an office depot threw up all over it.”

You rolled your eyes and gently kicked his side. “When you start paying rent, I’ll think about it.” You both laughed and directed your attention back at the TV, that comfortable silence settling once again.

It was about 45 minutes later, San had noticed his headache had gone, but now he was feeling… something else.

Feverish, like someone had poured hot coals into his stomach.

Was he getting sick? You were still lost in the TV, but San had long forgotten as it played in the background. He felt hot, overheated. Sure, his head didn’t hurt anymore, but instead it felt fuzzy. He was sweating, and his knee wouldn’t stop bouncing.

He brushed it off as maybe too much beer, but even 10 minutes later, he only felt worse. Maybe worse wasn’t the right word, but suddenly the nape of his neck burned like crazy, his heart was racing, and there was this strange feeling in his gut that felt like a tug, a pull of some sort.

He turned to look at you, and he swallowed. And that heat all over his body increased tenfold.

You sat prettily, legs tucked underneath you, nibbling on the nail of your thumb absentmindedly. Your shorts rode up your soft thighs, your chest rose and fell with gentle, relaxed breaths, the side of your neck exposed, the light of the TV reflecting in your glassy eyes. 

San’s breath hitched, and he felt s strong lurch in his stomach. His mouth instantly dried, every nerve ending in his body was set alight. Then he finally placed what he was feeling. 

He was horny. So unbelievably, fucking horny.

He didn’t understand why, and he was less worried about the why and worried about how if he didn’t get out of here now, shit was going to go down. It would be something he couldn't control, and that seemed to only excite him further.

His brain was a mess of thoughts, words overlapping one another, and an unbearable heat dripping down his back. But the one thought that screamed louder than the rest of them, was to ravage. To take and to fuck this heat away, using you.

His skin was ablaze, his breath ragged, his cock straining against the confines of his pants painfully. Everywhere his eyes landed on you only added fuel to the flames; his fingers twitched, itching to touch.

You had heard his shallow breaths, and you turned your head to make sure he was alright. Pure, innocent concern for your friend who sounded like he was literally about to pass out. “San?” you whispered.

His jaw clenched, and his dick jumped in his pants at the sound of your sweet… sweet voice. 

He inhaled sharply, and your brows furrowed in concern as you inched yourself closer to him, a hand carefully reached out.

“Sannie, are you alright-“

“H-hands off!” He exclaimed, his voice dropped to a strained low drawl, and trailing off into a pathetic whine as he wiped the sweat that gathered on his palms on his pants. Immediately, he scrambled to apologize to you, to come up with an excuse to explain his freakish behavior.

But when he looked at you again, he felt that need to apologize and explain die on his tongue when he found your gaze trained on the print in his jeans. You swallowed once. Visibly, your body sent a shiver throughout you, and San’s need to gain control of the situation was slipping… fast.

Consequences be damned, San was willing to risk anything to make this ferocity go away.

“Look at me.” A growl, quiet and sharp, that travelled straight through your body like you had just been injected with liquid fire.

You blinked and ripped your eyes away from his lower body, meeting his gaze in a shared, misty look. Your heart was racing, and he took notice of the slight glaze in your eyes, your heavy breathing, the way your fingers played with the hem of your shirt nervously.

Caught and guilty.

“Say no.” San gritted, eyes boring into yours like you might vanish if he blinked.

“Huh?” You whispered, eyes subtly drifting to his clenched fists and his chest rising and falling with labored breaths.

“You heard me.” He sounded wrecked… and if that didn’t make you wet, nothing would. “Say no. Tell me no.” San’s gaze was heated, anything but calm and collected. At this moment, he did not seem himself. The soft, easy-going, gentle San. Instead, he looked hungry, determined, and way too fucking delicious, which was not giving you any peace of mind.

Your eyes fell to your lap, mind racing and heart pounding. You kept your mouth shut.

"I'm not playing with you." San gritted out. His voice was dangerous, a warning. Electrifying. He was giving you an out. A chance to walk away with your body intact tonight.

You didn't take it. You dragged your eyes back up to his, and when your gazes locked, San's nostrils flared, his tongue slipping out and licking his bottom lip. His cock jumped in his pants, and he began to pant slowly, feverishly, his breath shaking with each quiet exhale.

He didn't move. He didn't speak. He stared at you, not once averting his eyes from yours. Assessing, waiting for any semblance in your body language to hint that there was a chance that you didn't want this.

Nothing. If the look in your eyes was anything to go off, San would say you were basically begging for him to lay his hands on you.

And considering that San was sure he might internally combust if you kept looking at him like that, he was ready to take his chances.

“Keep looking at me like that.” He rumbled in a near frightening warning, tilting his head upwards like he was challenging his prey, the gaze he laid on you so intense you felt it in your gut. “I dare you.”

You clenched your thighs, and San noticed.

His eyes rolled and a filthy smile spread across his lips, craning his neck to the side, a quiet cracking sound snapping the deafening silence in two as he stretched himself out.

So much for making out of this in one piece.

"I'm gonna fucking ruin you."

The first movement was a blur, so quick that you immediately started to wonder if you were going to regret this decision. San’s hands gripped either one of your shoulders and hauled you around so your back was pressed against the couch. Your pants were off in one swift movement, and he lay himself between your thighs eagerly, no sign of restraint or patience in his tense shoulders.

You were dizzy with how fast he maneuvered you, and he gave you no time to think before his hot mouth was on you. 

Wet, desperate, and loud, San's mouth moved against your quivering cunt between pained groans and needy whines, his tongue swiping through your folds and his hands squeezing your hips, holding them down against the couch cushions. Your fingers dug into the armrest until your nails started to hurt, a long, pitched whine slipping from your lips. San was shameless in his eating, and when your hips bucked in an attempt to escape his ruthless devouring of you, his eyes flashed dark and his teeth bared as he sank them into your sensitive clit.

“Stop fucking moving,” he ordered, flattening his tongue against and licking a long, hungry stripe up the length of you. “If you can’t handle this, there’s no way you’ll survive me fucking you.”

The promise in his words makes you swallow, and he wasted no time devouring you once again. He was starving, famished, and every time your taste flooded his tongue, his blood shot right to his dick, and the heat was unbearable. Like he was strapped down under a heat lamp that he couldn't turn off, his blood buzzed and his brain felt fogged, and the only thing he could think of was you.

“Shit, baby, you taste so good.” Absentmindedly, San’s hips rutted against the cushions of the couch, desperately trying to satiate the straining in his pants while simultaneously trying to quell his fill on your pretty pussy, soaked and creaming for him.

You were coming before you even realized it was happening, your breath catching and your hips stuttering against his tongue. 

And yet.

“Fuck me, honey…” he whined. “More, please. Oh god.” and his mouth continued to move, to eat, to consume and whisper sweet filthy nothings against you, like this was just the first course.

He lay between your plush thighs, kneading them with his soft hands, shaking his head back and forth, fucking you on his tongue and drinking you up like it gave him life.

His skilled tongue, flipping, circling. Sucking and obscenely eating, it nearly sounded like he was drowning, moaning unabashedly between your thighs, each heavy lustful groan sending shocks through your cunt and spreading about your entire body.

Consuming for the sake of feeding, he couldn't care less if you were crying from overstimulation, you tasted so damn good, and every nerve in his body screamed at him to make you cum over and over and over to satiate this intense hunger that made his skin burn and his mind haze.

Only when you came for the second time, voice breaking and your whole body shaking, did he reluctantly force himself from your sweet pussy, giving it a few more fleeting licks and kisses, whining in distress like he hated himself for depriving himself from eating you until you couldn't feel your legs for the rest of the night.

He flipped your body over so your stomach was pressed flat against the couch, he ripped his pants off, and pressed himself against your sweltering back. The heat radiating off his skin was insane, the way it soaked into your flesh like he was the sun itself, like he had a burning fever.

His breathing was needy and ragged, the way his voice quietly whined between each exhale of air, like it hurt. San needed to feel your skin on his, needed to squeeze your flesh in his sweltering palms, needed to be inside you.

You couldn’t see him, but you could feel him, his broad chest against your shoulder blades, his soft mouth on the side of yout throat, his throbbing dick pressed right up against the slick entrance of your cunt.

 One hand buried in your hair, the other gripping the side of your waist. “Gonna fuck you until we both lose our minds,” he promised breathlessly in your ear, licking your lobe and pressing a wet kiss to your temple.

“It's so hot… too hot." San opened his mouth in a pained groan against your temple, his warm breath fanning over your skin.

"It hurts, baby…” he groaned, just as he pressed his tip past your lips. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, as each thick inch of his cock slid inside of you with little to no resistance from how fucking wet his mouth got you.

The stretch was mouthwatering, and the whine that came from his throat made you flutter around him. Hips flush against your ass, he rolled them, forcing you to feel every vein and every warm, long pulsing bit of his cock against your snug walls. And the moan you let out was downright sinful, enough to break him down right then and there.

If you even wanted to try and stop him now, there was no way he'd be able to find it in him to. He was lost in the feeling of you, your cunt hugged him so tight, and the warmth under his skin only seemed to flare hotter. San dragged his hips back sliding his cock along your walls, thrusting back insde with force enough to shake the couch.

“Oh fuck, yes…” he groaned, immediately setting a rhythm in his body to chase away that burning fire in his body that made him feel like an animal in heat. He fucked you like he was angry, like he was infected with a virus and the only cure was your saccharine moans that fell from your mouth every time his tip kissed that spot deep inside of you.

Your brain was reeling as you searched your thoughts to try to justify how and why this was happening. Why San was rutting into you like it’d kill him not too. Why his skin was so hot that it felt like it was burning you. Why it felt like San's cock was made for you.

The first time you came with his cock inside of you, you squeezed around him so hard that he had to stop for a moment, the feeling so intense that his mouth fell open, and you swore you felt him drool on your shoulder. "Sweeheart, please..." San meweled, his hands sliding from your hips to snatch your wrists and trapping them in his iron grip, holding them down against your lower back to prevent you from moving. "I know it's a lot but stop squirming. Be a good girl-- oh fuck-- endure it for me, baby."

Endurance was the one thing you wished you had right now because San was completely destroying you from the inside out.

When he fucked his cock back up into you again, he was already spilling his cum, hips sliding smoothly, fucking you so full of him your eyes were crossing from feeling so full. The slick wet sounds that echoed around the dark living room were vile in nature, his cum mixing with your slick, your thighs sticky, and your brain melted.

“Shit shit, god… you’re so good… so good for me.. so s-soft…” he was babbling, never losing that punishing pace as he continued to fuck the pain out of his body. Using your cunt as stress relief to relieve this ache in his bones.

But it was like it never let up, the need to fuck like rabbits until both your brains fried from the pleasure only got even stronger.

"'M so sorry, baby," San groaned, dragging his warm tongue up the side of your throat, kissing your shoulder, and squeezing your hips so tight you thought he was trying to snap them so you couldn't run.

"So tight- mmm fuck! So warm... taking me so w-well, oh god, take it baby, take it. Take it..." His voice trailed off into mindless, breathless chants, every stroke of his cock switching off the lights in your brain, your belly warm with him, your poor cunt creaming around him, the pleasure so insane you thought you just might be in heaven. San fucked you until time slipped away, and the only thought you had was to cum, and the only word you remembered was his name.

After what must've been an innumerable number of orgasms for you both, you couldn't keep your body from twitching. He had you on your back, pressing languid, consuming kisses into your swollen mouth, his cock buried so deep inside of you, your stomach felt full of him and his cum. It leaked down your thighs, his thrusts slowed to a sensual, deep roll of hips, the sounds wet and nasty.

“Sannieeee…” you whined softly, voice hoarse and eyes heavy lidded as he fucked another load into you. His eyes were brimming with tears and his cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, lips coated in saliva. Hands roamed up and down the soft flesh of your waist, kneading your stomach and massaging your hips. He had literally fucked you numb.

“S-sorry baby…” he whimpered, and his hips kept moving like his body was in a trance, like he couldn’t control himself. “Can’t help it… it still h-hurts… you’re so warm, baby. Please… just a little more.” He was pathetic, and he just couldn’t even bear to think of slipping out of you. He wanted to stay in your pussy for an eternity.

Your body was spent, and so was San’s, but he just kept going. Like he wasn’t already sore, like his brain wasn’t mush from pleasure. Like you weren’t absolutely fucked dumb, like your thighs didn’t shake and twitch with every slick stroke of his cock inside of you.

San kept using your body like it was the only thing keeping him alive. You had definitely connected the dots by this time and ultimately decided that those pills needed to be rid of as soon as possible.

As soon as San’s dick was no longer turning you inside out.

[pingusfics]

well damn

[saccharinezennie]

alpha!beomgyu & his mate (part 1, part 2)

warnings: very suggestive! ALL things a/b/o, talks about mates, talks about claiming, heats, suppressants, mystery cherry-popper!alpha (i HAD to), seduction, mentions of slick, fucking & orgasms, scenting, kissing, heavy petting (barely), denial, lots of inner conflict, attempted comedy

wc: 3.5k words!

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it took a while for you to come around

– with slowly accepting your fate and allowing beomgyu into your life, you mean. of course, not without a few strict lines and boundaries set that he was not to cross at any point

you found that hanging out with him was not as hard as you had initially thought. beomgyu's actually fun to be around and under all of that – what you liked to call evil – he actually had a personality and hobbies!

you catch yourself laughing at his jokes more often than you intend to, making the alpha beam at you in what he believed was succession. he was also talented – and peaceful – when he wasn't trying to be a flirt, easily picking up a guitar and playing tunes as per your request, leaving you awestruck at the way his fingers glided over the strings so effortlessly, pulling you into a trance

he still had his moments however, never making his desire and pursuit of you a secret. he was simply too quick with his mouth – and his hands

spending time with him took quite some convincing from your two best friends, them urging you to give the alpha a chance – of course under your strict condition that they never leave you alone with him

it was easy for them to speak. you watched the two of them grow up madly and blindly in love with each other, lucked out when they presented and found out they were mates and hueningkai having wasted no time in claiming your friend all for himself. the two only ever had eyes for each other

beomgyu however, had been around

it was difficult for you to overcome the insecurity of not having all the experience your supposed mate had, considering omegas were still throwing themselves at him, even if he, not too long ago, started proclaiming his new status with every encounter: off-limits, as you once heard him tell another omega when you happened to pass by

you knew he was trying hard to win you over, but you were not going to give in without a fight

you'd only ever been with one alpha, taehyun having helped you when you were a new omega, figuring out for the first time how to go about your heat

now – before you got to this point – you knew taehyun very well, having gone to the same high school as him and often interacting with him because of the intertwining school activities and functions he had with your best friend – these of which hueningkai were not very fond of – and even being surprised and delighted to find out that he'd become your neighbor after highschool, occupying the unit next to the one you and your best friend were residing in – another factor hueningkai wasn't fond of – anyways...

you still remember it clearly, your best friend evacuating to kai's place, thinking she was doing a good thing by giving you some "space" and "privacy". leaving you, a freshly presented, wailing and burning omega behind to fend for yourself. you thought the agony was going to eat you alive

alpha!taehyun, who's still your neighbor to this day, had busted into your apartment, thinking you were in grave danger at the blood curdling screams that were coming from your livingspace not too long after your best friend left. you remember the alpha coming to an abrupt halt when he reached the end of the hall – frozen at your bedroom door, he stood with comically large eyes staring back at you in your pathetic, squirming state

how had he not noticed the air reeking of omegan heat the second he broke down your front foor? – he had thought, he had to get out of there – fast

mortified, he had slapped his hands over his eyes, stuttering out an apology, "y/n! i'm so so sorry! i thought you were- nevermind. i'm gonna go! i'm sorry, i-"

you remember your omega beaming at the sight of him – an alpha, a savior, exactly what you needed to get through this heat. the sight of him, wet hair like he had just gotten out of the shower, compression shirt that defined his shoulders, pecs and the abdominal muscles that had you throbbing with need and pain the lower you dragged your eyes – strong and definitely capable of taking good care of you. your eyes had snapped back up to his neck to double check, only to find no mark creeping out from under the collar of his shirt

he's unclaimed, perfect! your omega had rejoiced

you had yet to learn how to control her back then, she had made you shoot up from your bed and practically pounce on taehyun at the announcement of his departure, barely able to control the words tumbling out of you

"no! no taehyun, please stay! alpha, please stay!" you had whimpered

you were clinging onto his biceps, his shirt, anything really to keep him from leaving you like that – his scent having caused you to gush obnoxious amounts of slick, it being the first time your senses became so heightened to the intoxicating scent of an alpha – especially one that was in such close proximity

"i shouldn't, y/n," he had huffed, carefully trying to pry your wandering hands off of him, "let me go find you some help. i should really–"

"no, alpha! please, it hurts! please!" you begged, your remember your hands cradling his jaw and him opening his eyes to look at you, visibly seeing him struggle to suppress his instincts, to stop himself from doing what any alpha in his place would do – his breathing having become labored and chest rising and falling under the palm of your hand as you went to feel his rapid heartbeat

god, it was so unlike you to feel anyone up, but you couldn't care less when you felt another gut-wrenching pain wrack your core, having caused you to whimper as you used the alpha to hold yourself up at that point

"please–" you breathed against his lips before planting a chaste kiss at the corner of his mouth, and then another one, "please, i need you...alpha"

you remember hearing him curse under his breath

that was all it took for him to connect your mouths and wrap his arms around you with something of a primal growl rumbling through his chest – lifting you like you weighed nothing and slamming the door shut behind him before carrying you over to your bed – your bed where he spent day after day satiating, what seemed to be the unending fire in your core

you will the memory away now, still glad that it was taehyun who'd gotten you through what could've been a disastrous first heat with no, ahem, guidance – and possible rogue alphas roaming around, specifically on the lookout for vulnerable omegas like yourself to start their own pack, sicko's

after your first heat, you decided you would take the arduous route of suppressants, not wanting, as an unmated and unclaimed omega, to put yourself or taehyun – or any other alpha for that matter – in that type of situation again, swearing to a life of abstinence and undergoing your heat cycles by yourself

it helps that taehyun has always been trustworthy, not boastful and certainly not a blabber mouth, knowing how to keep certain things to himself. he was still extremely mature about it to this day. not even kai knew, but when your best friend returned from his place a week later to find the apartment reeking of what closely resembled your next door neighbor alpha, she instantly put two and two together

you mean, no one had to know that taehyun put you into multiple positions and fucked orgasm after orgasm out of you – easily training you to take the orders of an alpha – fulfilling your every need

that was the only time you'd told someone else about it, thanking the heavens that you now had your medication and you didn't have to go through any of that anymore. taehyun was more than perfect, but you didn't want to spend more heats with an alpha that wasn't yours, possibly developing attachments that you certainly didn't need. the suppressants would just have to do for now

well, that was if your suppressants decided they finally wanted to fucking work today

you've never had this problem before, they've been working well for you for over a year after presenting now. it was your saving grace every month, preventing what could be episodes of torture for depraving yourself of the touch of an alpha

as you currently sit in kai's living room, surrounded by what was now your extended friendgroup – you, kai, your best friend (his mate), yeonjun and well...beomgyu, you suddenly feel a hot flash coming over you, fanning yourself with your hands. it's doing damn near nothing to help

excusing yourself, you get up and go into the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water, downing it within seconds before you hear – and feel – an imposing presence behind you

"you alright?" you hear him ask, failing to conceal the concern in his voice

"fine," you say quickly, "just feeling a little flushed. must be the spicy ramen from earlier." you reply with a sheepish little smile

your eyes meet and it's like something clicks for him, his demeanor changing instantly. he steps closer, "here" he says as he grabs the glass and fills it once more with water to the brim, "you're gonna need a lot more with that temperature"

your heart drops

...how did he know?

– and as if hearing what you're thinking, a smug grin breaks out on his face, "i can feel you all the way from here, baby. you're burning up"

you gasp, scandalized. he was coming closer now

and baby? no, he had to stop talking. right now. before you do something stupid

"hey! what did i tell you about nick names?" you point a finger at him, quickly stepping away from him as you realize that his scent was starting to curl around you. "and stop that!"

"stop what?" he smirks, closing the distance between you once again

you squeak, "you're trying to scent me, you ass! quit it!" you take a step back again, horrified to find that your back was touching the counter behind you now

he chuckles lowly, like this is some kind of game to him whilst you're struggling keep your composure. his hands come to rest on either side of you, trapping you against the counter

god, why are you liking this?

your friends are just in the other room and any one of them could walk in on the scene taking place in the kitchen right now: you and him, your breath coming out in short huffs, his face inching closer and closer to yours, your head starting to spin at the proximity, not able to look away from his lips – those plush-looking, kissable lips – and the mean little grin they still sport, his thigh nearly settling between your legs, just coming into contact with your overly eager little bundle of nerves, lips parting in a barely audible gasp that he doesn't fail to miss, a throat clearing—

wait, a throat clearing? oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

you push beomgyu back with a force you didn't know you possessed and the alpha groans, whipping his head around to glare daggers at the intruding presence, you swear you see him snarl too

yeonjun stands in the doorway, lifting his hands in mock surrender, "woah there, you two. i was just trying to get more beer from the fridge." he proclaims as he saunters over to said object, opening its door and retrieving the goods. amused, he adds, "don't let me interrupt your uh– moment."

he's at the doorway now, a scandalous little smirk on his face as he calls – basically loud enough for the entire house to hear – "you guys can continue your little smooching sesh now!"

your face is beet-red at this point, knowing that the other two most definitely heard yeonjun's declaration

your heart's beating out of your chest, beads of sweat gathering on yout temples as you try to catch your breath

this was quite mortifying, especially after having bragged to them about having beomgyu stay in his lane, only for them to find out that you were, in fact, going back on the promises you've made to yourself and caving to beomgyu's – very alluring – advances–

what the fuck is going on with me today? you chastise yourself

or maybe it's him. yeah, definitely him. you point an accusatory finger at him, "you!"

"baby... wait–"

"no, beomgyu." you interrupt him, whisper shouting and flailing your hands as if to emphasize your points, "i told you no touching – and i also told you no nicknames! if you want to keep seeing me, keep your hands off me and keep your tongue in control! no more of this "baby" nonsense! got it?"

that's the last thing you say before you're out of the kitchen, beelining to the bathroom where you lock yourself in – back against the door

you exhale hard, rubbing your hands over your eyes then folding your arms over yourself

"baby"

you scoff to yourself, he's ridiculous. you could still hear it in your head, that low register of his voice still not failing to turn your legs into jelly. he knew just how to push your buttons, tiptoeing the lines you've drawn for him without effort every single time

what happened to not giving in without a fight, huh?

you recall that and the heat of his body as he pressed you against the counter, inching himself closer to you, his lips plush and inviting – daring you to close the distance, to finally feel what they'd feel like against yours

god, you wanted his mouth all over you —and those hands – clever and so persistent – on your skin, the same hands that, if you just gave him permission, would touch and take care of you where you know you were needing him most–

your eyes shoot open as you force your train of thought to come to an end, what the hell is wrong with you?, you question yourself

you have to be going crazy, you think as you now pace around the small space of hueningkai's bathroom

and then you freeze as you feel it – hot and wet, trickling down your thighs. there's simply no way. if you could laugh out loud, you'd be laughing hysterically right now

you had taken your suppressants that very morning, this was not supposed to happen

you were pressing your thighs together now, hands on the basin, recalling the conversation in the kitchen and you remember one particular thing that he said and suddenly things were falling into place

"i can feel you all the way from here, baby. you're burning up"

you knew mates were sensitive to each other's bodily conditions during those times, you'd seen it with your best friends. you also knew that time of the month was approaching

how had he figured it out so fast?

it just couldn't be true, your medication is fool-proof, able to make the natural urges of your body a breeze, not having experienced this dull ache in your core since – well, since your first heat

you squeeze your eyes shut as you finally realize: you're going into pre-heat

and your suppressants were no longer working

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(well damn)

pt.1 , masterlist

[saccharinezennie]

alpha!beomgyu and his mate's story, bcs why not?

inspired by a little idea i had for alpha!beomgyu and a request i received earlier!

(you may or may not have to read my a/b/o!txt hcs & alpha!kai + breeding kink for some character context first) (apologies) (anyways, enjoy!)

♥︎

you've heard about alphas like him

him specifically, might you add

his reputation among your friends and peers on campus preceded him, not in the best way – him and his bosom friend alike

you knew to avoid his kind like the plague, having successfully kept yourself abstinent after your first heat presenting as an omega. it were alphas like him that drove you to this level of self-restraint and the mission to at least keep some of your dignity, as far as your instincts and urges would let you in this life

you've never actually encountered the alpha, not until now – when stupid, silly hueningkai felt the need to invite those two mansluts over to your table

you wanted to bash him in the head. he's so lucky his girlfriend is here, you think

the two were rather quick in making their way over to where your little trio was seated. apparently they were all "friends". it was the first time you heard about this ridiculousness. how could kai even be friends with these alphas, let alone stand to be in their presence?

he was a one-omega-and-one-omega-only type of alpha, evidently clear as you watch him – your childhood best friend, peppering chaste little kisses all over the face of your, well, other childhood best friend – their giggles and giddiness coming to an abrupt end at the sharp gasp escaping your lips

there was no way, absolutely no fucking way

you felt it before you saw him: the tingle down your spine, your chest growing unbearably hot, goosebumps erupting over your skin. oh no. you knew these symptoms all too well. you'd seen it happen with the two sitting in front of you, yet you still hoped and prayed it wasn't the case for you right now

your pulse was spiking, your nose picking up and greedily inhaling wafts upon wafts of the scent that was now wrapping around you, engulfing you, urging you to surrender

and that voice – a delectable, sultry, deep timber that nearly made your toes curl and had you weak in the knees even though you were sitting down – a greeting and then a halt when he reaches your table, "what's up, guys? thanks kai for inviting us to your–"

his eyes land on yours and the world comes to a standstil

"...table."

beomgyu. choi beomgyu was standing, no – towering over you, looking like someone had dumped a bucket of ice cold water over him, his long black hair doing very little to hide his eyes that were as big as saucers right now, adams apple bobbing as he tries to get a hold of himself

your omega reacts before you can, rejoicing and clamoring inside of you at the sight of him, chanting the one thing you wish she wasn't chanting right now

"mate,

holy fuck, that's my mate"

– is all beomgyu hears ringing in his head as his alpha goes rampant inside of him, sweat gathering on his temples, breath completely stolen from his lungs, eager to finally unite with his chosen omega

everything shifts for beomgyu

suddenly, he's not just standing in front of another omega that he can persuade with pretty, glazed words and advantageous gestures wrapped in silk. this wasn't an omega that he could just drag back to his bed and have his way with until the morning hours, only to forget her name when they woke up next to each other at noon, no. beomgyu was looking right at the reason for his existence, the core of his being, his constant, his omega

he would've never guessed that he'd find you so soon. hell, he didn't even think you existed, not until now

your two best friends and the alpha accompanying him immediately pick up on what's taking place between the two of you, mouths agape looking onto the scene in front of them

"well, shit." you all hear alpha!yeonjun say under his breath and you watch as beomgyu blinks out of his daze and reaches a tentative hand towards you

you panic, turning your body away from him, your omega wailing at the rejection of the first touch of her alpha, every nerve in your body fighting with you to just take his hand and fall into his arms and– and–

no. you have to get out of here

you stand up abruptly, "i– i have to go. i'm sorry." you excuse yourself shakily as you scurry to and out of the entrance of the cafeteria

yeonjun claps the alpha that now stands frozen in place, heart stinging like never before on the back, "you're so fucking screwed, dude", he laughs as they watch you hurry away

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more coming soon! (our poor beomie)

(evil laugh bcs can this be considered a cliffhanger?) (i'm so excited for this)

(part 2), masterlist

[zznblr]

PICTURES HE SENDS YOU PT. 2

⟢ your semi-long distance bf and the pictures he sends you whenever he is away

⠀⠀⠀⠀[𐙚] yeonjun x fem!reader — fluff ; suggestive ; established relationship ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[ᡣ𐭩] happy no labels day (bc everyone should be celebrating) ; reblogs n comments appreciated :)

[kisssan]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 ⊹ 𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘇

pairing﹢ateez x fem!reader genre﹢sfw. fluff, established relationship, weird or cringeworthy things they just do. synopsis﹢your boyfriend is many things: talented, charming, caring, loving, funny, and pretty ... weird. there were moments when you wondered if he was real, and there were times when the only thing that could save him was his pretty face.

you wake up in the middle of the night because you hear someone laughing in the kitchen. as you slowly try to open your eyes and process what’s happening, you reach out to wake your boyfriend, but… he’s gone. huh, what?

you’re too sleepy for this as you rub your eyes, and then you freeze, because if there’s a serial killer out there or worse, a haunted doll, then this might actually be how you die. that laugh sounds like chucky. oh no, out of everyone, just not him.

it’s him. orange hair catching the kitchen lamplight, a terrifying little grin, and...why is he near the knives? your soul leaves your body for a second, because all you hear is these creepy little hehe’s and haha’s, and then it clicks. HONGJOONG is trying to find the perfect laugh for tomorrow’s recordings. am i dating a serial killer? you think, and for a split second, you seriously consider running, because he should record a horror movie instead. what the hell is this demon summoning at 2 a.m.?

you clear your throat to announce your presence, and he stops dead in his tracks, slowly turning toward you with that soft, guilty smile. “love? did i wake you up? i’m sorry, i know i should be sleeping, but—”

“i thought chucky was here,” you mutter, deadpan. “and i have questions i don’t know if i even want the answers to… i’m just gonna close my eyes this once because you’re looking too good for some reason right now.”

he tries to look not guilty, which makes it even worse... damn him and his lethal face card, “i’ll keep it down,” he murmurs, as you squint at him, then wave your hand dismissively. “please do,” already heading back to the bedroom, because you are not dealing with the grown up version of chucky, “before i call a priest.”

when you walked by the kitchen, the door was closed, and you heard your boyfriend saying things like, “yes, good job,” or “almost done.” you figured he was on a call with his manager or maybe filming something, so you didn’t want to bother him and went back to your room. but after a while, your stomach decided to remind you that you hadn’t eaten yet.

what you didn’t expect to see when entering the kitchen was SEONGHWA talking to a sponge while scrubbing the stove burners. “good job, little spongy, we’re almost done,” he said softly, in that calm and reassuring voice when trying to motivate his bandmates. his back was to you, sleeves rolled up, looking like an art piece come to life with those firm arms... except he was literally hyping up a cleaning tool.

you just stood there, frozen in the doorway, watching your gorgeous, perfect boyfriend talk to a sponge. he didn’t even notice you until he sensed someone behind him, humming lightly as he turned, and then his face just drops.

“it’s not what it looks like…” he blurts out, meeting your horrified expression, you blink slowly, trying to process what you just saw.

“you were praising a sponge.”

“it helps me focus!” he insists, holding the poor soaked sponge up like evidence in court, like a shield that would save him from the weird allegations, “positive reinforcement works on everything.”

you place a comforting hand on his shoulder, trying to mock him when you pretend (you are not pretending) to be concerned. "hwa… i heard you praising the sponge more than you’ve ever said nice things to me. is everything okay between us? do you… wanna talk about something?” he is trying to look anywhere but at you when you give him a small squeeze. “if you’re struggling, i’ll support you, but you can’t emotionally attach to cleaning supplies. that’s not healthy.”

and seonghwa is just standing there, flustered and looking beautiful, muttering 'sorry' under his breath, you would’ve never let him live this down, alas… the face card saves him again, because if anyone else told their sponge they’re proud of it, you'd call the police.

waking up to a faceless figure crouched beside your bed, staring right into your soul. black attire, some monstery mask on, covered in blood, and it's dead silent. your survival instincts kick in instantly: scream, grab the nearest pillow, and swing. you start hitting with hands and feet until a pained, “ow, ow—ow that hurts!” cuts through the wwe match, a very familiar voice for a would-be killer, “babe it’s me… it’s YUNHO!”

you freeze mid-hit, fist still in the air, breath coming too fast, because you were just about to punch the pseudo killer right in the face, “you… are you out of your mind?!” you scream at him as he slowly removed the mask, laughing on the floor, in pain since you do hit hard, as he indeed saw his life flash right infront of him. note to self: never jumpscare your girlfriend in the middle of night.

“i wanted to see your reaction... didn’t think you’d actually fight like that!” he clutches his ribs, a blissful laugh erupts from him as you stare at him. anger, stress, and somehow a relief warring in your chest, and for a second more you want to murder him for real. “good thing you removed that disgusting mask, otherwise i’d have committed a murder.”

yunho grins, crawls up, and collapses into bed beside you like nothing happened, arms curling around you as he pampers you with kisses. under that ridiculous mask is the same ridiculous, beautiful man you love, and yes, also a certified weirdo. he presses his face into your neck, voice soft now, “so… no kiss for your actor boyfriend?”

you push him away, rolling your eyes as you snuggle into the covers again. “go sleep on the couch and act like you’re single."

when you got home from the store, you didn’t expect to have visitors. especially not the smoking ones. the air was hazy, your eyes immediately got teary, and the fire alarm was screaming for its life. right in the middle of it all stood your boyfriend, your beautiful, unbothered YEOSANG, smiling like he didn’t just summon the fires of hell, holding a spatula like it was a sword instead of a cooking tool.

“i made you lunch!” he says, voice so soft and proud that your heart genuinely hurts a little. you follow his gesture to the table, where a raw egg sits beside what might have once been bacon but now looks like ancient volcanic rock, and the toast is so burned that it seems like a death wish. you move first to open the window, fanning the air, silencing the alarm, and praying the neighbors won’t call the fire department.

“thank you, baby,” you say sweetly, forcing a smile through the heartbreak, “but… do not ever enter the kitchen again, okay? we can order food, or breathe clean air instead. whichever comes first, of course.”

he just blinks at you, lips twitching, expression blank in the most adorable way. “it looked easier on youtube.” he says, and you sigh, shaking your head, “you’re so lucky you have the face of a greek god. otherwise, i don’t know what i’d do with you.”

it’s true, though, he’s so pretty that even his disasters look cinematic. you lean on the counter, watching him scratch his head in quiet confusion, trying to understand how eggs betrayed him so badly. just as you’re about to forgive him completely, you notice something.

“yeosang...” you call slowly, eyes narrowing at the smoke that appears again, “did you turn off the stove?”

he freezes in one place, and you got your answer. this man’s beauty is the only thing keeping him alive.

you’re just minding your business, cleaning your room while you hum to the songs playing in the background. you know, the usual when you have the motivation to get your life together once every two to three business months. it’s quiet and peaceful, just you and the clothes you have to fold, and the plushies who judge you for how slowly you do everything. until you hear the door creak and the familiar voice follows. you sense him, before you can hear or see him.

“jagiya~” SAN drags it out, waddling into your room like a lost puppy. you freeze mid-fold of a shirt, because here it comes again. his baby mode. voice becomes softer, almost whiny, and he’s pouting like a toddler who dropped his candy, or got it stolen, and told his mom about it. “i miss youuuu, come cuddle meee~”

sometimes you think it’s cute, he's naturally so sweet, and at times you really need someone to pamper you. but sometimes you want to laugh at how absurd it is for him to be doing all this, and he is not even forcing it. then you look up and… oh no, there’s that face. the lethal face card: sharp jawline, soft chocolate eyes, messy hair falling over his forehead, and his dimples. a face sculpted by the gods but attached to a man who’s currently flopping onto your bed like he’s five.

“sannie…” you sigh, crossing your arms. that's all from cleaning, hello laziness. “i’m literally cleaning… can you like wait?”

he sits up, pout deepening like he is about to cry if you don't fulfill his wish, hands reaching out like a child demanding to be picked up. “but jagiyaaa~ you’re so farrr, and i’m so lonelyyyy~" you stare at him, and he blinks back, looking like the real-life sad hamster. it’s insane that he is actually near his thirties, but still behaves like a baby. if he were anyone else, you’d throw a pillow, or literally kick him out of your room. but this is your boyfriend, and somehow, his face saves him every time.

“choi san, you’re lucky you’re really really cute,” you mutter, dropping your folded shirt and walking over. he beams instantly, arms wrapping around you the second you’re within reach. “knew you couldn’t resist me~”

on stage, MINGI looks like he could achieve world domination with his deep voice, charismatic energy, and confidence. but at home… that was a different story. have you ever heard of the “loser trapped in a hot body”? well, that's how you are going to describe him to your kids and grandchildren, that their papa is one big coward.

it started with you screaming from the bathroom. “mingi!” you screech, voice echoing through the apartment, and within seconds, you hear his heavy footsteps down the hallway. your knight in shining armor is about to save the day. he opens the door, panic written across his face. “what? what happened?!” you immediately duck behind him, thrusting the weapon from the royal guards, a slipper, into his hands. “kill it, please, babe. it’s there.”

he blinks, confused, glancing from the slipper to your trembling finger pointing at the bathroom wall. his head turns slowly, trying to understand what’s happening, and then he sees it. a big, black, and hairy spider resting on the wall. 

and then he screams, louder than you, slipper flying from his grip as he scrambles back… behind you. “no…no! you kill it! you saw it first!” his voice climbs higher, like he is a damsel in distress.

the two of you bicker, your eyes never leaving the eight-legged monster as it inches closer to the corner. well, fine then. you snatch up the slipper yourself, muttering curses under your breath. with one fast smack, the spider meets its unfortunate fate: a quick grab of toilet paper, a flush, and it disappears into swirling water. behind you, mingi grins in victory as though he had just slain a dragon.

mission complete. but then you turn, and tap his shoulder. “man up, big guy.” the grin collapses instantly with his shoulders slumping. a pout forms, lips tugging downward, because you wounded his pride and ego.

“but…i am manly,” he mumbles, sulking as you chuckle, once again proves himself to be the princess, then the knight, because the lethal face card saved him once again.

you’re just trying to eat your food in peace, camera tilted slightly down as you chat with your boyfriend, who’s sadly in another country for his tour. it’s dinner time for you, and as usual, you’re telling WOOYOUNG the latest gossip about your work or mutual friends, until suddenly, out of nowhere, he goes full baby voice. pout, peace sign, head tilt, and all.

“kukukaka~” freezing mid-bite, fork halfway to your mouth, you stop chewing entirely because you are getting second-hand embarrassment from the other side of the globe. he keeps going, fully committed to the bit, fake whining like, “why aren’t you saying i’m cute~? wooyoung is a cutie~”

you don’t even reply....you just end the call. seconds later, your phone lights up with, “wait no babe i was joking," then another, and another one, and five messages later, oh look at that...he’s blocked.

a couple of minutes pass before you unblock and call him back, voice dead serious, because you are not letting this slide just like that. but remember it was your choice to date him, you should have seen this coming from miles away. “if you do that again, you’re going to be kukukaka by yourself. one thing saving you right now is your face. be so thankful you were born with good genes.”

on the screen, wooyoung just stares at you. blinking slowly, smile faltering, as he then raises his eyebrow. “you know i’m just having fun, right? … right? i don’t even like doing this.”

“then don’t!” you shoot back, if he can throw shade and be sassy, so can you, “i don’t wanna end up in therapy because my boyfriend makes baby noises like a grown ass toddler.”

"are you going to break up with me?" yes, yes you might do that if you hear kukukaka one more time from his mouth and you are counting. "jung wooyoung, this is your 2nd strike, one more, and you are out."

“alright, alright… but just so you know,” he leans closer to the camera, lips quirking, “i was practicing my cute act… imagine how i would trend again.” you groan, covering your face, and he lets out that fox laugh of his. you are definitely calling that therapist.

singing some opera or hitting high notes was nothing but child's play for a powerhouse vocal like JONGHO, and sometimes he liked to have fun with his voice in, let's say, very questionable ways. monkey noises, random animal calls, even the occasional alien-like screams, when he thought he was home alone.

you, of course, were not blind or deaf not to notice the masterpiece that turned your apartment into an opera house, or a zoo park. your phone was already recording, positioned perfectly for what would later become prime blackmail material. and then you dropped it on accident. the sharp thunk against the floor made him whip his head toward you, eyes wide, expression frozen mid-screech.

“beautiful voice, great performance… so sorry to interrupt, please don’t mind me, keep going,” you said, scrambling to grab the phone, pressing record again, trying to stifle your laugh. he groaned, burying his face in his hands, peeking through his fingers at you, he was still… mesmerizing. even when doing cringeworthy things, jongho still somehow looked like a main character, too pretty for this nonsense.

“you have seen nothing, you heard nothing, and… delete that.”

“but why? you sound so good, my little monkey~” you teased, smile wide, ignoring the threat. you are feeling like a proud facebook mom right now. oh wait, you should totally send this to his mother.

“i said… delete all of it. every single second,” he repeats, voice slightly more firm now, stepping closer, hands half-raised like he’s negotiating a treaty. you tilted your head, smirking, because you are making no deals for a prize like that. “honestly, you’re impressive… can you do, like, a lion next?”

“you’ll regret doing this to yourself.” isn't he just adorable when he tries to play the bad cop? those kinds of tricks don't work on you anymore. instead, you just booped his nose, “aren’t you cute, awww?”

the perfect idol, the one whose face card could stop hearts, was reduced to a flustered, embarrassed mess, and your camera roll is going to be a blackmail treasure for years to come.

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loser!txt's reaction to you getting them flustered

genre: fluff, humour

warnings: suggestive content!, making out, kissing, choking(the good kind heh), whiny!txt, stuttering, swearing, down bad!txt

note: finally writing for txt after like 2 years. i did a similar one for enha so naturally i had to do it for txt because they're soo silly. i also had to finish writing this after looking at beomgyu's very motivating recent buff pics omg. enjoy reading!

word count: 3.8k

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YEONJUN

yeonjun tries so hard to play it cool as your boyfriend—all confidence and swagger—but the moment you so much as hold his hand for too long, he’s hiding his face in your shoulder, whining about how "you're trying to kill me!" he’s the type to shamelessly beg for your attention one second, then get insanely flustered when you actually give it to him. he’ll send you selfies captioned "thinking about you, babe ;)" and then shrivel up and die if you call him cute.

and now, as he sits beside you on his couch, watching some random movie, he’s completely oblivious to the way you’ve been staring at him for the past ten minutes. he’s scrolling on his phone, glasses slipping down his nose, occasionally mumbling a reaction to whatever’s on screen. his bare face looks so pretty in the dim glow of the television, lips slightly parted, his brows furrowing every now and then.

he looks kissable.

"why are you looking at me like that?"

you blink, snapped out of your trance. yeonjun turns to you, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"like what?" you ask, tilting your head.

"like you're about to bully me."

you let out a soft hum. "i was just thinking."

he snorts. "that’s never good."

you ignore him. "you’re not a very good kisser.".

his entire body goes stiff, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. his phone slips from his grip, bouncing onto his lap, and he blinks at you in pure devastation.

"huh?" he finally croaks out, voice cracking horribly.

you shrug. "i mean, you're just kinda… meh. nothing special."

yeonjun’s jaw drops. he presses a dramatic hand to his chest like you’ve just stabbed him. "EXCUSE ME?!"

you barely hold in your laugh at his utterly betrayed expression. "i dunno, babe. you just kinda suck."

"I SUCK?! i—when? why didn’t you say anything before" he whines, eyes wide with disbelief.

you hum, inspecting your nails. "I was being nice."

yeonjun gasps, clutching his chest like a 19th-century widow. his ears are red. "YOU WERE BEING NICE?! BABY, MY EGO—HELLO?!"

before he can spiral into a full-blown meltdown, you reach up, gently plucking his glasses off his face.

his words die in his throat.

"which is why you need more practice," you murmur.

his breath hitches.

then, before he can so much as process what’s happening, your fingers weave into his hair, tugging him in as your lips crash against his.

yeonjun whimpers.

he goes boneless instantly, melting into you like putty. his plush lips part against yours, kissing you back so desperately, so messily, it’s obvious he’s completely lost in it. your fingers tangle deeper into his hair, tugging lightly, and the sound he makes—somewhere between a whimper and a whine—sends heat rushing through you.

it’s a mess. his lips move against yours with a feverish hunger, hands gripping your waist as if you’ll disappear if he lets go. he’s so eager, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that makes you shiver.

when you finally pull away, only because you need air, yeonjun chases your lips with a needy whine, trying to pull you back in.

but then, against your lips, he mumbles in the saddest, most pathetic voice:

"do you really think I’m a bad kisser?"

you lose it.

a laugh bubbles out of you, and you cup his face, pressing a soft peck to his nose. his cheeks are burning, his brows furrowed in genuine distress.

"i was just messing with you, baby," you giggle, pecking his lips again. "i just needed an excuse to kiss you. I literally can’t get enough of you."

yeonjun blinks. once. twice.

then he groans, dramatically collapsing onto your shoulder, wrapping himself around you like a clingy koala. "you’re SO mean."

you laugh, rubbing his back. "you love me."

"unfortunately," he grumbles, muffled against your neck.

you smirk. "and you’re a great kisser, by the way."

he peeks up at you, still red-faced, before stealing another quick kiss—like he needs to make up for lost time. and despite his flustered state, you know he’s already planning ways to get back at you… if he ever stops blushing long enough to think straight.

SOOBIN

for someone so tall and broad, soobin is an absolute baby when it comes to you. the man stutters every time you compliment him, avoids eye contact when you so much as hold his hand, and malfunctions if you get even a little bit flirty. he physically cannot handle any form of teasing—his ears turn red, his hands get clammy, and he lets out those pathetic little whimpers whenever you catch him off guard.

right now, though, soobin is doing so well pretending to be normal.

you two are in his kitchen, baking together, and he’s very focused on whisking the brownie batter. his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, lips slightly parted, his strong arms flexing with every precise movement. the sight of his broad shoulders tapering into his slim waist is so unfair. the way his biceps subtly shift under his oversized t-shirt?—it’s all so unfairly attractive. he’s doing absolutely nothing and yet, somehow, he’s driving you insane.

you step forward, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and burying your face into his back. soobin stiffens. like, completely freezes. you swear you can hear his heart pounding from this position.

then—

"b-babe?" he croaks out, voice cracking violently.

you giggle, tightening your hold around him. "mhm?"

"w-what are you—" he cuts himself off with a sharp inhale when you press a soft kiss against his nape. his breath shudders. you grin against his skin, pressing another kiss, then another, trailing them slowly up to his jaw. you can feel his entire body trembling beneath your touch, his grip on the whisk turning bone-white.

"b-baby, i—"

you don’t let him finish. instead, you suck gently on the soft skin just beneath his ear.

soobin lets out a broken whimper. his whole body shudders, and you swear he whines when you lick over the spot before sucking again, harder this time. his free hand grips the counter for dear life as if that’ll stop his knees from giving out.

"s-stop," he begs, voice so weak, so pathetic.

you don’t stop. you drag your lips across his skin, finding a new spot to bite down on, leaving another mark, and—

"OH SHIT!"

you pull back, startled, just in time to see soobin staring in absolute horror at the bowl in front of him. he’s gripping a salt container. and he just dumped a quarter of it into the brownie batter.

there’s a moment of dead silence.

then—

"YOU DISTRACTED ME!" soobin wails, turning to face you with the saddest pout you’ve ever seen.

you burst out laughing.

"soobin!" you gasp, holding your stomach. "oh my god, you—oh my god—!"

"this is NOT funny!" he cries, stomping his foot like an actual child. "those were gonna be SO GOOD!"

"they still can be!" you tease, wiping a tear from your eye. "just... y'know, if you wanna die of sodium overdose."

soobin groans, covering his face in shame. "i hate you."

you smirk, stepping closer. "no, you don’t."

"I DO."

"no, you don't."

"i dooooo—"

he cuts himself off mid-whine. because suddenly, he’s hit with an idea.

a horrible idea.

and you see it in his eyes before it even happens.

in the blink of an eye, soobin spins around, trapping you against the counter. his arms cage you in, his broad frame looming over you, and he leans in all slow and deliberate, trying to act like he knows what he’s doing.

"now look what you’ve done, baby," he murmurs, voice dropping an octave.

oh.

oh, he thinks he’s being hot.

the problem is—he looks more adorable than hot, because his ears are bright red, his eyes keep darting to your lips like he doesn’t know where else to look, and the way he’s breathing just the tiniest bit too fast gives away how insanely nervous he is.

then he licks his lips.

(or at least, he tries to.)

because the second his tongue peeks out, he accidentally bites it instead, letting out a pathetic little "ow."

you stare at him.

soobin freezes.

the tension shatters.

then you die laughing, "you—YOU TRIED TO BE SMOOTH AND THEN—!"

"NOOOO, WAIT—!"

but you’re already giggling uncontrollably, fully doubling over against his chest.

soobin groans, hiding his face in his hands. "ugh this is so embarrassing!"

you lift your head, still laughing, pressing a kiss to his flaming cheek. "you’re so cute, baby."

"don’t say that!" he whines, flailing his arms.

but you just smirk. "what? i thought you wanted to be all smooth and confident?"

soobin collapses onto the counter, burying his head in his arms. "i am NEVER doing that again."

you giggle, patting his head. "i dunno, baby. i think it was kinda hot."

soobin lifts his head slightly, peeking at you with hopeful eyes. "really?"

you grin. "no."

he lets out the loudest groan ever.

 BEOMGYU

beomgyu is the absolute worst best friend to have a crush on. he’s loud, annoying, and somehow always finds new ways to make you suffer. he’s clingy in the worst way—stealing your snacks, flopping onto you like a deadweight whenever he’s tired, and absolutely refusing to let you do anything in peace. he always has to be touching you—whether it’s throwing his leg over yours, wrapping his arms around you like a koala, or straight-up lying on top of you like you’re a personal mattress.

but the moment you touch him first? malfunction.

the second you get even a little flirty? shutdown.

and lately, you’ve been having way too much fun testing that theory.

because beomgyu’s been working out.

like, seriously working out.

and god, is it showing.

he’s huge now—his shoulders broader, his arms thicker, his waist still slim but now complemented with solid muscle. you don’t know when exactly he started hitting the gym like his life depended on it, but you do know it’s made play-fighting with him so much harder.

like right now, for example.

you’re on your bed, engaged in an intense pillow fight, but it’s not even fair anymore. beomgyu used to suck at this—he used to wheeze and flail and scream whenever you got the upper hand. but now? now he’s too strong. every time you swing at him, he effortlessly blocks it, laughing at your pathetic attempts to win.

"aw, what’s wrong?" he teases, easily dodging your next swing. "is someone losing?"

you scowl. "shut up."

"no, seriously," he grins, mocking you. "this is sad. like, you’re not even putting up a fight. are you even trying?"

oh, fuck him.

you drop the pillow, launching yourself at him instead.

beomgyu yelps as you tackle him down, using your weight to pin him beneath you. before he can react, you go for the kill—your fingers digging into his sides, tickling him ruthlessly.

"no no WAIT—"

his laughter explodes from his chest, high-pitched and desperate. he squirms, his muscles tensing under you as he tries to fight back, but you’re relentless, giggling as he gasps for air.

 but then, just as your giggles subside, you become painfully aware of two things:

beomgyu looks hot.

you want him to choke you.

the realization hits you like a truck. because holy shit—he’s under you, panting, his face flushed, his arms bulging as they grip your waist, his lips parted just slightly, his brown eyes dark and half-lidded as he catches his breath.

oh.

oh, no.

you freeze, eyes locked on his.

beomgyu, of course, being the oblivious loser he is, just blinks at you, completely unaware of the thoughts flooding your brain.

and then he flips you over.

in one quick motion, Beomgyu has you pinned instead, his thick arm curling around your neck in a chokehold.

your brain short-circuits.

because—

this is exactly what you wanted.

and Beomgyu, still oblivious, leans down, his breath hot against your ear.

"what now, huh?" he murmurs, his voice dropping into a low, teasing tone. "you thought you could win? look at you now."

oh, fuck.

your entire body shudders. this is too much. his scent, his weight, the way his arm presses against your throat just right—

"god, this feels so good."

the words slip out before you can stop them.

beomgyu freezes.

and then—

"…huh?"

his grip loosens instantly, and he stumbles back like he’s been electrocuted. his face is burning red, eyes wide in pure, unfiltered panic.

"w-what do you mean—" he gulps. "w-what do you—w-what—h-huh—?"

you blink up at him, suddenly just as flustered.

"uhm—"

"n-no wait—like—" beomgyu waves his arms, looking so painfully distressed. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT FELT GOOD—?"

you gulp, forcing yourself to meet his panicked gaze.

and then, because you literally have no other choice, you blurt out, "i think i like you."

beomgyu stares.

he stares.

and then he glitches, mouth opening and closing, hands twitching by his sides, brain fully crashing. his eyes dart everywhere except at you, his entire face a shade of red so intense you’re afraid he might actually pass out.

"you-you like me? like—LIKE ME like me?"

you bite your lip, nodding shyly. "yeah."

his breath catches and he immediately looks away, running a shaky hand through his hair, looking like he’s about to combust.

"h-holy shit—" he mutters under his breath. "oh my god oh my god—"

then—

"WAIT—SO YOU—SO YOU LIKED THE CHOKEHOLD?"

you groan, covering your face. "BEOMGYU—"

he wheezes, hands on his knees. "OH MY GOD—"

you swear he giggles. like, actually giggles.

then he stops and his entire body shudders.

and he whispers, "holy shit, that was kinda hot."

you choke.

"BEOMGYU!"

"you’re a freak," he teases, grinning. "wanting me to choke you and shit—"

"OH MY GOD SHUT UP!"

but when he pulls you into a hug, still laughing, still red-faced and awkward and loser-ish in the best way, you can’t help but smile.

TAEHYUN

taehyun is a very serious tutor. he has strict rules—no distractions, no unnecessary conversations, and definitely no messing around. this is a learning environment, not a hangout session.

he prides himself on his focus, his ability to remain calm under any circumstance. he’s the type of guy who color-codes his notes, has a rigid study schedule, and unironically enjoys doing practice questions for fun. he does not—under any circumstances—get flustered over dumb things like romantic tension.

at least, that’s what he used to believe.

then you happened, and suddenly, his ability to not be a complete loser around you has disappeared entirely.

from the moment he agreed to tutor you in math, things have been an absolute disaster. you’re so unfair. you bat your eyelashes, you ask him to repeat things you already understand just to hear his voice, and worst of all, you stare at him. like he’s some kind of fascinating subject to study instead of the guy desperately trying to keep his composure while explaining differential equations. 

he thought it would be fine—after all, he’s taehyun, and taehyun doesn’t get distracted. but within one week, he realized he was in deep, deep trouble.

because you mess with him. constantly.

like today.

you're both seated at a table in the library, supposed to be going over trigonometric identities. taehyun has the patience of a saint (or so he tells himself), but after fifteen minutes of you not even pretending to be paying attention, he's starting to lose it.

because you're staring at him shamelessly, chin propped up on your palm, eyes locked onto him with a lazy smile playing on your lips.

he tries to ignore it. he really does. his eyes flick to the textbook, his pen tapping against the table in a controlled rhythm. but it’s like your gaze is physically burning into him, and the more he tries to focus, the harder it gets.

finally, he snaps.

"what?" he blurts, gripping his pen so tightly it might explode.

you blink, all innocent. "what do you mean?"

"you're staring at me."

"oh." your lips curl into a slow smirk. "i was just thinking."

taehyun immediately doesn’t like the sound of that.

"thinking about what?" he asks, voice strained.

"how pretty you are."

his pen drops to the table with a clatter.

"i—" he chokes on air, already feeling heat crawl up his neck. he forces himself to focus, grabbing his pen with a death grip like it’s some kind of life support. "th-that’s irrelevant. get back to the problem."

but you? oh, you're evil.

you lean in closer, resting your chin on your hand, eyes twinkling with mischief. "i mean it," you hum. "you’re so cute, taehyun. it’s distracting."

distracting?

oh, the irony.

because you’re calling him distracting while he’s actively trying not to combust on the spot.

"s-stop," he stammers, adjusting his glasses even though they don’t need adjusting. "i—i don’t see how this is relevant to trigonometry—"

"it’s not," you shrug. "but I think you should know how much I like looking at you."

his breathing stops.

and then, as if you haven’t already destroyed him enough, you reach forward and fiddle with the hem of his sleeve, fingers brushing against his wrist like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

taehyun physically malfunctions.

tis ears are burning, his pulse is racing, and for the first time in his entire life, he has no idea what to do.

and so? he chooses violence.

without a word, taehyun slams his textbook shut, grabs his bag, and bolts out of the library so fast that he nearly trips over his own feet.

"we’re done!" he yells over his shoulder, voice cracking. "see you next week!"

you lose it, dissolving into laughter as you watch him practically sprint out of the building, ears glowing red.

and somewhere, down the hallway, taehyun is muttering under his breath about how this is why he should’ve never agreed to tutor you.

oh, he is never living this down.

HUENINGKAI 

hueningkai has been a mess around you for as long as you can remember.

it’s kind of ridiculous, really. despite being handsome and built like a human teddy bear, he has zero game. like, none at all. he stutters when talking to pretty people (you), trips over his own feet at least twice a day, and would definitely combust if you so much as complimented him unexpectedly.

and the fact that he’s your best friend bahiyyih’s older brother just makes it all the more entertaining. every time you so much as acknowledge his existence, bahiyyih rolls her eyes like she’s watching a romcom in real-time.

it’s adorable, really.

which is why, when he hesitantly approaches you after lecture one day, eyes darting everywhere but at your face, you already know whatever he’s about to say is going to be good.

"c-can you help me shop for hiyyih’s birthday?" he stammers, gripping the straps of his backpack like his life depends on it. "i—i don’t really know what to get her, and you're, um, good at this stuff…"

you smile, amused. "of course, kai. let’s go."

fast forward an hour later, and you find yourself in a cosmetics store, browsing through endless rows of lip glosses.

you hold up two tubes, lips pursed in thought. "i can't decide between these two," you mumble, glancing at kai, who has been hovering behind you like a nervous puppy the entire time.

his eyes flicker to the glosses, then to you, then away, like he’s afraid of looking at you too long.

"uh, i mean—" he stammers, rubbing his neck. "they both look nice?"

you narrow your eyes. useless.

"i need an actual opinion," you huff before popping the cap off one of them. you apply a coat to your lips, then turn to him with a tilt of your head. "how does this one look?"

hueningkai’s mouth opens, then closes, then opens again.

iI—it’s pretty," he says finally, voice cracking on the last syllable.

you suppress a giggle, then glance at the other gloss. "okay, but I need to compare. I can’t put this one on my lips because I already have the first shade on."

he blinks, confused. "oh. uh, so—"

"so I should put it on yours," you finish simply.

his face goes from pink to red in record time. his eyes are huge, lips parting slightly like he just had a stroke.

"w-wait—on me?!"

you arch a brow, feigning innocence. "yeah? so I can see the difference properly. otherwise, we’ll never know which one’s better."

his throat bobs. his fingers tighten around the straps of his shopping bag. "i—uh—"

he looks like he’s two seconds away from self-destructing, but then he nods—barely and stiffly presses his lips together.

you bite back a grin.

he really is a loser.

gently, you lift the applicator and lean in, holding his chin steady with your free hand. his skin burns under your fingertips, and you swear you can hear his breathing get shakier. his eyes squeeze shut, his shoulders tense, and his entire existence is one giant ball of nerves.

but the second the wand makes contact with his pouty lower lip, he starts fidgeting.

"kai, hold still," you laugh, reaching out to cup his face with one hand. his cheeks are burning, and his lips part in surprise as your fingers graze his skin. his entire body locks up, lips parting slightly as his breath hitches. his big, round eyes are glued to your face now, completely mesmerized as you lean in closer.

his lips are so pouty. plush, glossy, glistening under the store’s lights, and suddenly, it feels like your body is moving on its own. before you can stop yourself, your gaze flickers to his wide, dazed eyes—then down to his parted lips—

and you kiss him.

It’s soft at first—just a press of your lips against his. but the moment you start to pull away, he—to your utter shock—kisses you back.

slow, hesitant, but definitely kissing back.

his lips move against yours in a way that’s both nervous and eager—like he can’t believe this is happening but wants more anyway. his hand hovers near your wrist, as if he wants to hold you closer but is too shy to do it.

and that’s when it hits you.

you just kissed hueningkai. in public.

iou jolt back, eyes wide. "i’m so sorry—i-i didn’t mean—"

but kai? he just stared at you, lips still glossy, blinking like his brain is still catching up to reality. then, slowly—so, so shyly—he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, lips curling into the tiniest smile.

"i... liked that, actually," he mutters, barely above a whisper.

the air turns thick with tension, and you can’t tell who’s more flustered—him, with his red ears and adorably shy expression, or you, with your pulse hammering a mile a minute.

for a long moment, neither of you say anything.

and then, in a quiet, hesitant voice, hueningkai clears his throat and asks, "s-so, um… which gloss do you think looks better?"

you laugh, cheeks still warm. "honestly?" you glance at his lips. "i think i like this one better."

and just like that, his face explodes into color all over again.

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[bellzdrafts]

Kinktober Day 5

Overstimulation

Choi San x Fem!Reader

a/n: really enjoyed writing this one, very light on the readers dialogue tho whoops 😅 more here for kinktober, asks open as always 🫶🏻 pictures from pinterest

c/w: filth from the get go 😭 minors DNI!!

Masterlist

You don’t know how long you’ve been here. Could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours.

The room was thick with the sound of skin slapping skin, you were bent forward on the mattress, arms trembling as San drove into her from behind. He had one big hand wrapped around your hip, the other spread wide across the curve of your ass, kneading like it was his personal stress toy.

“Fuck, baby,” his voice came out ragged, jaw tight as he stared down at the way your heat swallowed his cock, every thrust pulling slick sounds from between your thighs. “You’re so fucking tight—look at this perfect pussy…” He gave it a sharp slap to your ass as he said it, watching the way it bounced back against him. You whined, cheek pressed to the sheets, toes curling at the sting, overwhelmed as he’d already made you cum god knows how many times this evening.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, running his hand back over the reddening cheek, soothing the burn before gripping her even harder. She only managed a breathless moan, her voice breaking as he slammed into her again and aagin.

He leaned down, chest pressing against her back, lips brushing her ear. “Bet you’d look so good crying on my cock.” The hand not on her hip slid lower, trailing between her thighs to rub her clit just long enough to make her gasp.

You tensed when he starts to circle your clit in tight circles, a desperate sound leaving your throat. San just grins against your shoulder, slowing his thrusts just to savor the way you clenched down on him. “So fucking pretty for me,” he whispered, kissing along your jaw. “Relax, baby girl. Let me take care of you.”

You can do nothing but moan, as he fucks into you relentlessly, like he has something to prove.

“Holy shit—do you feel that? You’re choking my dick,” he growled, his rhythm stuttering. Your eyes roll back, your whole body trembling as you teeter on the edge once again.

He lost it then, rutting into you harder, his hand fisting in your hair to pull your head back so he could watch your face as you fall apart. “Take it, baby—take all of me. God, you’re so fucking good for me.”

You shattered around him, screaming his name once again, orgasm wracking your body while he fucks you through it, fingers still working fast on your clit, cock buried in your pussy, praising you breathlessly as you fall apart once again.

He keeps going, ignoring the way you claw at the sheets, trying to wriggle away.

He wasn’t just deep, he was everywhere. Thick cock stretching your walls, pressing right up into the spot that made your see stars, his hips heavy enough to knock the air from your lungs every time he drove home, especially after all the orgasms he’d ripped from you.

“You hear that? That’s your pussy choking me. So fucking greedy, baby, always soaking me through like you were made for this dick. Need more, don’t you? Greedy girl.”

Your body’s shaking, back arching as he pounds you into the mattress. He laughs when you cum again, crying, but doesn’t slow down, just grips your hips tighter.

“Again? Already? You really are a mess for me, huh? You can take more.” His thrusts grew sharper, his breath ragged. “I’ll make you cum again, I promise. Until all you can think about is me splitting you open.”

Your head falls forward, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as you moan his name. You’re cock-drunk, babbling nonsense, your body moving on autopilot as you bounce back into his thrusts like you’ll die without it. The overstimulation makes every nerve raw, every slap of his cock inside you dizzying.

“Yeah, that’s it,” San groans, bucking his hips faster. “Milk my cock. Show me how bad you need it.”

When you cum again, it’s violent, your whole body spasming, thighs shaking as you collapse against the mattress. But he doesn’t let up. He holds you down, fucking you just as hard as he can. The wet slap of your bodies fills the room, his balls smacking against your ass.

“You feel that? You’re so fuckin’ tight I can’t hold back—gonna cum so deep in this pussy, it’s never forgetting me.”

He flips you before you can comprehend it, laying you flat, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he slams back inside. The angle is devastating, his cock dragging against your swollen walls, the sound of slick clearer now with every brutal thrust.

You’re sobbing, clinging, nails scratching down his biceps, but your body won’t let go. Every thrust pushes you higher, until suddenly the pressure bursts, your whole body tensing before a hot gush sprays out of you, soaking his abs, the sheets, everything.

“Fuck, there it is,” he groans, watching you squirt all over him. His hips stutter, cock grinding into you even harder. “God, you’re soaking me—look at this slutty hole. Can’t stop fucking gushing for me.”

He doesn’t stop. If anything, it fuels him, driving into you rougher, trying chasing another squirt out of you, his cock splitting you open while you thrash beneath him, gasping, begging, sobbing his name.

“S-San, please— can’t—“ you blubber out, vision blurred from tears, pleasure and the raw overwhelmingness of it all.

“Yes you can. You will, open wider for me. Good girl… don’t run.” he groans from above you, his eyes glazed over with something feral.

“This pussy,” he groans, “mine. Say it.”

“Yours,” you gasps, so fucked out you’d say anything he told you to. “Fuck, San—yours.”

“I know, I know,” he groans, hips stuttering. “You’re doing so good. Just one more for me. Then let me fill you up, baby, c’mon…”

Your eyes locked with his, the intensity there making it impossible to think about anything but him. He pushed in deeper still, his thumb flicking your clit in quick, merciless strokes until you were gasping his name.

“Sannie— I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growled, leaning down so his mouth brushed your ear. “You’re gonna give me everything.”

It hit you like lightning, a powerful, overwhelming wave that ripped through you, and once again there was a gush of heat you couldn’t stop. You jerked in his grip, dizzy, trying to twist away as pain and pleasure blurred along with your vision.

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna cum, wanna cum inside you,” he groans, hips stuttering more now, as your walls keep sucking him back in.

His thrusts are frantic, sloppy, chasing the high you knew was coming. The way his breath hitched, the deep growl rolling from his chest, you could feel it building.

He’s all but using your body at this point, your legs burning from being over his shoulders for so long, your eyes rolling from the raw overstimulation of it all, hands weakly holding his arms as he ruins you completely.

When his orgasm finally hit him, San buries himself to the hilt, his hips pressing flush to the back of your thighs as his entire body shudders. His groan was ragged, low, right against your skin.

“Fuck—take it,” he breathed, holding you still as hot ropes of cum spilled from him. “So good…so good for me baby.”

He stayed there, buried and pulsing, body sagging into yours with exhaustion. Both of you lay there tangled, spent, twitching. All that can be heard is both your heavy breathing, as you blink blearily up at the ceiling, boneless, mindless and tingling all over.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were swollen, his hair a mess, his eyes glazed with something close to awe.

“Fuck,” he whispered, still buried inside you, just staring down at you for a moment, before he finally pulled out slowly, brushing damp hair from your face, kissing you softly. “You ok? Too much?”

You smile hazily as you shake your head, pulling him close again. “No. That was… you’re insane.”

He laughs at that, arms wrapping around your waist as he melts into you.

“You love it.”

And shit, you do.

[kisssan]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 '𝐍 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ⊹ 𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘇

pairing﹢ateez x fem!reader (hyung line separate) genre﹢smut. consensual, established relationship, fingering (hongjoong), cockwarming (seonghwa), masturbation interrupted (yunho), piv sex (seonghwa, yunho), cunnilingus (yeosang), mentions of overstimulation and multiple orgasms, praises + usage of pet names (doll, angel, princess, etc), i'm sorry i went a little biased on yunho. synopsis﹢he knows exactly how to make you feel good, whether you are sad, upset, or happy. he’ll do anything because you’re his everything. filthy sweetness where each hyung shows his love in the dirtiest ways with soft touches, filthy praise, and irresistible pleasure.

HONGJOONG knew you’d had a rough week, and he noticed every little detail. from the way you stripped down quickly, tugging on your pjs without a thought, to the exhausted flop onto the bed. you cuddle into him, murmuring about work, life, and everything in between. he listens like he always does, thumb tracing idle shapes on your hip as you talk.

you don’t notice at first when his touch drifts lower, so subtle you think it’s accidental...until the pads of his fingers press against your clothed clit, right over your panties under those skimpy shorts.

"joongie…?" you breathe, baffled but not pulling away, the butterflies in your belly already messing with your insides, your brain already malfunctioning just by looking at him, no, feeling him.

"shh, angel, relax..." he murmurs, voice whisper-like, reassuring but commanding at the same time. his hand slips under your shorts, brushing over the damp fabric, his knuckles nudging your clit. "there’s my pretty girl… so worked up and i’ve barely touched you," he says softly, kissing the side of your head.

he hooks his fingers into your panties, sliding them aside, and his middle finger parts your folds. the first slow stroke has you tensing, soft whimpers and moans, finally breaking free. "just let me take care of you," he whispers, and then his fingers are inside, hitting that spot he knows too well.

your hips squirm by his touch, your hands clutching his shirt. "good girl… that’s it. just relax for me, okay?" he groans, his thumb rubbing lazy circles over your clit until your thighs waver.

it’s all so slow, careful, but devastating. his mouth finds your neck, then your jaw, peppering kisses between every filthy murmur of praise. "come on, angel… let me feel you," his fingers are moving faster and harder now as you feel yourself coming close. he pulls you close immediately, kissing your temple like you didn’t just soak his fingers and did a cleansing on his soul.

you’re cockwarming SEONGHWA, nothing new, just the usual as he works on his latest lego set. you do try to help, but the steady ache of having him buried deep inside is driving you insane. eventually, you can’t help yourself. shifting in his lap, squeezing him, feeling him twitch inside you. you couldn't take it anymore, and he, of course, feels the change of heart, or should he say heat.

his hands still on the pieces, and you hear the low chuckle in your ear. "you okay, doll? uncomfortable?" no, and yes. you shake your head, but your hips press down again, needing to feel something; at this point, anything will do.

"oh…" he remarks, but you don't say anything in return, too shy to even demand your wishes, knowing he will fulfill them anyway. "i get it now."

he sets the lego aside, his hands gripping your hips. "my needy little princess can’t sit still, hmm?" before you can reply, he’s pulling you forward, bending you over the desk. the sudden move makes you gasp, the tip of his cock dragging over every sensitive spot as he thrusts in slow, deliberate rhythm.

the legos rattle with each snap of his hips. "fuck, princess… you feel so tight. squeezing me like you’re made for me," he groans, one hand slipping under your shirt to cup your breast. his hands that build things so steadily with so much care, destroy you in seconds.

you can barely keep yourself upright, hands braced on the desk as he picks up the pace, low grunts spilling from him with every wet slap of skin. "that’s it, baby… take all of me. you’re so perfect like this," he praises, bending to press kisses along your shoulder before driving into you harder.

by the time you come around him, the lego set is ruined and scattered in forgotten pieces as he pulls you back into his lap, murmuring against your neck, "told you i’d give you what you wanted, pretty girl."

headset on, eyes glued to the screen, fingers moving so fast over the keyboard you can hear every press. YUNHO's gaming again. meanwhile, you’re sprawled out on his bed, needy and desperate, wondering why he’d rather play valorant when he’s got you, his pretty girlfriend, waiting for him like a reward.

this always happens. you come over, hoping for his hands, his mouth, his cock, only to get ignored until you end up touching yourself. it’s never enough, not when you’ve had him before, knowing how good he can make you feel.

his laugh echoes across the room, probably something happened in the game. that warm golden retriever energy you usually melt for is now making you huff. your hand slips into your shorts anyway, fingertips brushing your clit. a soft moan leaves you, and for a while, it’s just that, the faint wet sounds of you playing with yourself and the click-clack of his mouse.

you’re thinking about him. about how big his hands feel around your waist or your neck, the way he’d press kisses to your temple while sinking into you, the stretch of him filling you up to the brim. the way he’d kiss you until you forgot why you were upset. your hips sway against your own hand, desperate for more, and when you glance over, he’s already looking at you.

you freeze, but that won't stop you from being annoyed, “so you finally remembered you had a girlfriend?” your voice is sharper than intended, so irritated. “care to help, or should i just go home and use a toy?”

a very bad move. because the same man who was all laughs and sunshine now has a darkness in his eyes, as he slowly removed his headset, doesn’t even say a word before crossing the room, dragging you to the center of the bed.

his mouth crashes to yours, one big hand pinning your wrists above your head as the other yanks your shorts down. “careful what you say, angel,” he growls, pants down already lining himself up. “you’ll get exactly what you’re asking for.”

the first thrust is deep, so deep your back arches, a strangled moan ripping from your throat. “fuck—yunho—”

“yeah, baby? this what you wanted?” he is all bite and bark, as he pounds into you hard enough to make the mattress creak. “so pretty... my pretty girl, taking me so well. god, you feel perfect.”

your nails drag down his back as his pace gets rougher, every thrust pushing you higher until your legs tremble around his waist. “so sorry for making you wait,” he groans, dropping his head to kiss your tears away, “should’ve been fucking you instead of playing games, should’ve been making you scream my name like this.”

one deep thrust and you see stars, cunt fluttering around him as you cry out, nails digging in. he doesn’t slow, keeps fucking you through it, holding you down as you shake and whimper. “that’s it, princess. cum for me again. i’m not stopping until i apologize for every time i have ignored you.” and he does, over and over until you can’t do anything but cling to him, trembling in the wreckage of his apology.

YEOSANG’s an angel. not just in looks, though he’s so beautiful it’s almost unreal how he can even exist, but it is in how he treats you. your boyfriend is a divine gift because surely you must’ve done something holy to deserve him. gentle, attentive, and extremely patient. you’d never expect that same mouth to be capable of something so filthy.

the first time he mentioned he could turn his tongue 180 degrees, you laughed, let it slide. now, you think about it every time you see him. every time you feel him kiss you, every time you’re on your back, legs over his shoulders, with that devastating mouth between your thighs.

because tonight, it’s exactly like that. your fingers gripping the sheets, legs hooked tight around him as his tongue drags up your slit, teasing you before dipping lower again. it’s slow, almost worshipful, because to him, you were the angel.

you’re already dripping, slick coating his lips and chin, and he hums against you like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. so wet, sticky and slick, a love potion maybe. “so sweet, baby,” he murmurs between licks, his voice so low and deep. “my pretty girl… so perfect for me.” you gasp when his tongue suddenly changes, twisting in a way that shouldn’t even be possible. the new angle hits everywhere at once, fluttering against your clit while dipping into your entrance.

“y-yeosang—oh my—” your voice breaks, because the pleasure is so overwhelming. he just smirks against you, one hand stroking your thigh while the other presses firmly to your lower belly, holding you still. “stay still for me, angel. let me make you feel good.”

his tongue works on you, and you are desperate to let it out. every time you think you’ve reached your climax, he changes pressure or pace, dragging it out until you’re sobbing, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“that’s it,” he whispers, pulling back just long enough to kiss your inner thigh before diving back in. “give it to me, pretty girl. cum on my tongue.”

the sudden suction around your clit combined with that tongue movement, sends you to another galaxy, your whole body tensing before the release crashes over you. he doesn’t stop, not until you’re trembling, moaning his name over and over, completely ruined.

when he finally pulls back, his smile so soft. “so good for me, angel,” he says, kissing the inside of your knee. “let’s see how many more times i can make you do that.”

© KISSSAN do not copy, repost or modify my work.

[teeskz]

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- rules! “do i make you horny, baby?”

» pairing: gamer!seungcheol x fem!reader

» summary: On days where you are stressed out of your mind and drowning in assignments, Seungcheol has no problem offering up his apartment for you to study at. Not once has a complaint fallen from his lips, just as long as you respect his three rules.

» w.c: 2.7k

» genre & warnings: non!idol au. SMUT! will not disclose what kind (it’s a surprise). figure it out. sorta…kinda maybe non-dub, but nothing extreme, cheol’s kinda mean but for good reason lowkey, consent is given beforehand swearsies! reader begs a lot

» a/n: im already writing another fic with protag!cheol that’s gonna be like….10k words long…but this thought kept on resonating with me so i just had to write about it 😩 also i want cheol to have black hair so he does

» taglist: @sharksandminhos @unlikelysublimekryptonite @coupshour

enjoy!

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” Seungcheol seethes at you, rising from the couch and throwing his controller onto a nearby cushion.

Alright, so, maybe you had gone a bit overboard. But it wasn’t your fault.

You stare at the fuming man, your own chest heaving up and down. The cable currently in your palm cries for help as you grip it tighter, "Fucking, help me!"

"Are you crazy?" He sneers and veers past the low coffee table, "Why would you do that?"

It's simple, really.

Earlier you had texted Seungcheol, practically begging him to let you come over. You had your final paper dude that evening and desperately needed help if you even wanted a chance to think about an A.

Well, said "help" decided to bail on you mid-way through proofreading to play some new video game with his friends.

While you sat at the dining table, stressed hands running through your hair, you heard Seungcheol just mere feet from you; laughing and happily playing.

When the time hit 11:28 PM, that’s when you started to panic. The essay would be due in 30 minutes and you still had yet to revise it.

You begged him to come back. You whined about how you simply can’t do this without his aide. You were desperate for Seungcheol but not once did he make an effort to move. Blatantly, he was ignoring you.

So, yeah, maybe part of you snapped. Without another second passing, you shot up, causing your chair to fly backwards, marched straight into the living room, not caring if you blocked his view, and began to search around his TV stand.

From the moment you first stepped foot into Seungcheol's apartment, he was adamant on drilling these rules into you. It went as the following:

Don't touch his food.

Don't go into his room.

And the most prevalent one for right now...

Don't interrupt him while he's gaming.

After having found the HDMI cord, you yanked it from its plug. The screen turned from the lobby he was waiting in to a sharp, contrasting blue.

No Signal. The words were screaming in the center.

Which brings you to now.

Seungcheol stalks up to your face and stares you down, “You’re insane.”

“Oh, give me a break,” you hold the eye contact and look at him straighter, “You’re a shit friend, ditching me like that.”

The two of you breathe in sync. It’s clear he’s trying to radiate dominance, the way he broadens out his stance, but that doesn’t fault you.

Instead of letting him reply, you speak again, “My grade depends on this essay. I came to you today because you’re supposed to be the responsible one, Cheol, but you ditched me for some video game. I mean, how ridiculous is that?”

The silence that comes after is a tell sign that you’re right. You know you are, and so does he.

Rubbing your palm, you feel the cord wire burning in your hand. You throw it down onto the ground before retreating back into the dining room. He just stays put as you check the time on your computer.

“It’s 11:34 now, and I have to get this thing turned in by 11:59,” Your eyes dart up to the man standing in the middle of the living room, who has yet to take his focus off of you, “Now, will you please help me? Please, I am begging you.”

You end your pleads with a sigh while Seungcheol continues staring daggers at you. His face remains stoic and hard. And even though you couldn’t tell what he was thinking right now, you just knew it wasn’t positive. A minute goes by, then he begins to walk.

He waits all the way until he’s in your vicinity before going to address you, “I’ll help.”

Your heart melts at the response but your gratefulness soon dissipates when he continues.

“I’ll help you,” he reiterates, “But just know you’re gonna be sorry for that.”

«——————————»

“Fuck, are you stupid?” Seungcheol’s voice drips with harshness. You watch the TV screen change graphics as his team's match abruptly ends.

He’s leaning back on the couch, the controller in his grip viscously clanking with each push of a button.

The air is unmoving before he speaks again, “That area was loaded with people, and you thought it’d be a good idea to ambush it? God, you're terrible.”

The headset drapes over his head as he intently regards the large flatscreen. It's spitting back colors of light which illuminate the living room and Seungcheol himself.

“Yah, yah, yah, they were on you. To your left.” His octave slowly raises and quietly you clear your throat.

“Cheol.” You drawl, an attempt to gain his attention, but he’s too focused on the TV.

“Vernon should've stayed to the rig- aww. Don't give me that.” His fingers are agile as he maneuvers the controls with ease, and your nose scrunches up in displeasure.

“Cheol, please.” You raise your voice a little louder.

You hear a soft huff from behind you, then soon feel weight being pressed against your back as he sits up. He steadies you on top of his lap by wrapping a single arm around your torso, then leans over to look at you from the side.

“Guys, give me a second. Needa deal with something real quick." Seungcheol speaks into the headset and your stomach buzzes.

He flips the microphone up which severs the line between you two and his friends, and it's then you let out a guttural sigh.

"What is it?" He asks in a relatively bored tone, but a ghost of a faint smile threatens to spread.

Meekly, you turn your head a bit so you could face him better, "Please, I can't-"

A sudden shift from below you, courtesy of Seungcheol, stops you briefly and a sob gets stuck in your throat, "-I can't take it anymore."

His biceps curls stronger into your waist, "You said you could."

Mentally, you curse yourself for saying such, "I know..."

"So, you're going to,” he drops his arm down to your bare thighs and brings his other around, caging you against him, “You can handle me for a few more rounds."

You really doubt this. You’re becoming more conscientious of his presence inside of you, the urge to just squirm is clawing at you, but you knew better than that. If you wanted any sort of satisfaction after all of this, all you had to do was stay put.

"You gonna be quiet for me if I bring down my headphones?”

There’s no way.

“Yeah, I can try.” It comes out more breathy than intended to, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Cheol.

“Unless, you want them to hear?” He taunts and a corner of his lip twitches upwards.

You gulp down nothing as you shake your head no. Reverting back to the spot behind you, he lets out a short breath. He’s fully aware you’re struggling right now, but trust him so is he. If only you knew just how torturous this was for him as well.

It’s taking all of his strength to not drive his cock deeper into you, to not give into his lust, to not have you crying aloud as his friends all listen in. It’s taking a lot of effort.

But he wants to ruin you, and he’ll be damned if let those temptations derive him from his ultimate end goal. To make you sorry.

He drops the microphone down and immediately your head is filled with the sound of his laughter, "Wonwoo-ah, what're you even saying?"

You’re baffled by how he could act so normal, as if you aren’t currently sitting on his cock as a form of persecution. In front of you, the match starts up again. And just like before, you're forced to simply accept him stuffing your cunt while he plays.

This is your punishment, after all, and it’s absolutely brutal.

Everytime Seungcheol gets killed, he’d throw a fit and twists beneath you, causing him to slip further into you. Your eyes would go wide as your eyelids vibrate, threatening to roll back, but not once did you allow even a sigh to leave your lips.

With each passing round, and still no victory, the closer you feel yourself coming undone.

The little jolts of pleasure you would feel from Seungcheol, with him involuntarily hitting your thigh out of anger or leaving the controller near your clit as it buzzed, all of it brings you closer to the edge.

It’s driving you mad. You want to rut against him, buck your hips forward to get some sort of friction going, and unknowingly, you start to do just that.

The tiny gyrates you begin to produce satisfy you, and lowly you hick to yourself as the increase in pleasure pulsates through your core. Eyes now closed, you allow yourself to get lost in the upcoming feeling when a harsh tap to your pussy, due to the controller, immediately puts you to a halt.

This is Seungcheol’s way of saying, ‘You better stop that.’ without actually telling you, and now you’re pissed.

You’ve never felt more frustrated, more horny, in your entire lifetime. And as dramatic as it sounds, you truly believe you could feel slick liquid avidly dripping from your untouched entrance to his length, that’s how turned on you are.

“Clear that area- oh, wait- good, good. Yeah, you’re on them.” He murmurs. Seungcheol lays back towards the couch, taking you with him, and causes his cock to slide deeper into you.

You throw a hand over your mouth to stop the whine that was about to erupt and your cunt clenches around him deliciously.

Seungcheol’s mouth goes wide as he curses, shutting his eyes briefly, “Oh, fucking hell.” If you keep stimulating him like this, he swears he’s going to nut in you.

“Hey!” His friends yell in his ears with rebuttals, with them thinking that the earlier statement was a shot at them. He does his best to calm them down smoothly, but it’s hard to do so when his cock is active and waiting for more. However, eventually, they all go back to attentively looking at the game .

You’re about on the verge of tears. There’s only so much you can handle, and the longer he stays inside of you, the more you realize it’s all becoming too much for you.

But a miracle comes through. Somehow, Wonwoo manages to snipe the last remaining teammate in the game and Seungcheol’s team comes out victorious.

“Thank fuck!” He sighs happily and goes to hold you again, wrapping his arms around your torso and hugging tightly onto you. He’s so caught up in the glory, that, out of excitement, he enthusiastically slaps at your clit, a new found brightness on his face.

And you lose. The stimulation from the action acts as your final straw, and you orgasm around him; legs quaking and eyes rolling, “Oh my god.”

Seungcheol doesn’t even get a chance to mute as you audibly shriek from your pleasure and quickly he feels his own cock convulse.

“Aw, sh-hit.” He groans, then throws the microphone up and off of his head just in time before his dick spits out creamy ropes all inside you. He uses the opportunity to finally fuck himself in you, his tip hitting your g-spot at the perfect angle.

“Cheol- oh fuck, I think….” Grimacing, you’re unfamiliar with the newfound sensation that’s threatening to shoot out.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Grunting, Cheol continues driving his hips in and out till his cock suddenly springs out of your pussy and streams of liquid fly out of you. You fucking squirted.

The moistness coats his coffee table as you two continue drawing out your guys’ orgasms, him still leaking small droplets of cum while your cunt’s visible throbs come to an end.

“Holy shit.” Seungcheol starts, but you’re too fucked out to even converse. He notices your state, him gently scooting you off of his lap and he goes to stand.

You stay on the couch when muffled voices enter your ears. The headset was still active.

“What the fuck was that?” Someone starts.

“No way Scoups was getting his dick wet while gaming with us.” Another adds.

“I thought I heard Y/N-ie’s voice, is she the girl-”

Instant disconnection.

You lazily turn your head to see Seungcheol powering off his console, the voices all disappearing along with it, and he glances back to you, “Y/N-ah, what’s your color at?”

“It’s,” you have to take a moment, letting a deep breath expand your lungs, “It’s so green right now.”

He ambles towards you. And in any other situation, a man sauntering up to you with his exposed cock would’ve illicit more than the current thirsty look plastered on your face.

“Perfect,” he stops merely inches from you, his dominance radiating miles wide, “Cause after that, I have to absolutely wreck you now.”

- Bonus -

The day after you turned in your essay, you could already tell the tension between you and Seungcheol was going to be thick.

He’d been so pissed at you, that once you left that night, he practically locked himself in his room, he was so disgusted with himself.

To hear you beg like that, plead as if your life was on the line, well, as dirty as it made him feel, it fucking turned him on. He couldn’t help but envision what other ways he could have you begging like that. What would it take for you to succumb to him?

Suddenly, his pants felt tight.

And as he stripped himself nude and lounges down on his bed, ready to rub a quickie out, Seungcheol stumbled upon a video from some site he hardly ever uses.

‘Depserate slut begs to be fucked from cockwarming’

Hmm? Now that peaked his interest. He clicked on the video, a hand aimlessly stroking at his shaft but as the video progressed, the tingles he would get grew.

The girl in the video had actually looked a little like you, body wise, and even the voice sounded like it was similar in range. The cock filling her even resemble his own, so with that, had it really been his fault if his thoughts got a little…realistic?

As the girl cried and the man punished her, Seungcheol pictured you in this position, and finally shutting up that whiny mouth of yours. He wants to know if you’d be the begging type, or if you’d do exactly as he said to get your reward. Would you cum all over his cock too?

The video eventually ends, and he came all over his hand to only the imagine of you, and it really felt like the best solo session he’d ever had. Next thing he knew, an idea was born.

The following day he texted you. There wasn’t a chance he’d let that idea slip his mind. He had to get this out of him immediately.

By the time you showed up to his apartment, he had already played a few warm up rounds with Wonwoo, Mingyu, and Vernon. And you took notice to that as you walked in, with the TV displaying a paused game.

“I thought one of your rules said I couldn’t interrupt you while gaming?” You half-quip, still not completely sure where you two stood on the friendship scale.

He leads you over to his living room, already fighting off the urge to grow a boner at his raging thoughts. He really could not fucking wait for this.

“Actually, I came up with a couple of more.” He informs you and your eyebrows shoot up.

“Really? What are they?”

He sits down on the couch cushion, then manspreads the hell out of his legs, not caring if his hard-on was on display at the moment, “Stay still, and don’t make a fucking sound.”

[pingusfics]

[teeskzagain]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆Friendly Neighborhood Munch⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

» pairing: neighbor!yunho x f!reader

» summary: sexual frustration is a curse, and it's plagued you. you can't even begin to recall the last time you orgasmed—weeks, maybe even months ago? you're desperate. so what if one night, the night where you finally feel close to finishing, your neighbor goes and fucks it all up by being loud? well, you go over to his apartment and give him a heavy tongue lashing, of course. except, what happens when he decides to return the favor...

» genres + warnings: college au, neighbor trope (they lowkey don't like each other until they do), reader's SUPER mean to yunho at first, yunho calls reader a bitch (only once), teasing, LOTSSS of dirty talk, heavy make-outs, grinding, yunho's an eater, pussy rubbing w/ tip (NO PENETRATION), dom!yunho, sub!reader (reader gets whipped into shape), yunho basically c*ms all over reader's cunt, lust-drunk yunho, lust-drunk reader, small depiction of "choking", overstimulation, verrryyy breif mingi cameo

» w.c: 9k

» a/n: so, i'm actually obsessed with this concept, #loveit #holyshitthisissodirty #wet

» taglist : @vivaponoso @yunhouu @alaskaortiga @kuromigutzz @no1lullet @xrosaliemercer @0x11s @dawn-iscozy @cl3mentina @jooholicx @cypher-03 @xodidarks @parakissss @cosmic-joong @sugarbabymingi @autieofthevalley @tenaciousstarfishfun @uchihabbynic @yunhoswifeyy @trivia-134340 @bloomyroses @choreomvnia @lyracarvahall @ri6ht6ack

"yeah baby? you almost there? come on, hurry and finish."

as the video progresses, you grip your phone tighter. the random man continues to spill out sweet nothings, fueling your desire.

he's positioned upright in a chair, rubbing his cock feverishly with a heaving chest. you almost mimic his breathing as simultaneously, you quicken the pace on your clit.

your headphones perfectly encapsulate the low, sultry voice he speaks to you in, and a brisk shudder over takes you.

with a slight thrash to your body, you widen and close your legs against the soft bed. your fingers work at maintaining the pleasure pulsing throughout your core, while the desperation fills your stomach.

fuuck. you're so close this time. you just know it.

so what if all of the other attempts this past week as been an utter fail? you just know this time will be different.

a low whine buzzes from your lips and briefly your eyes shut, "awww....mmmm. yes. oh fuck, i'm..." you keep on whispering to yourself.

the speed you’re producing is so intense, it practically has your pelvis rocking alongside the rhythm. no true thoughts resided in your head—simply the absolute need to finish blares in the forefront of your mind.

by now, the man on your screen appears to also be close, with how his body starts to convulse, "baby—shit. i can feel the cum about to rush out. fucking hell, i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum."

and right as his torso stiffens and the milky load begins to spill out, a loud thump from outside of your headphones makes you nearly drop your phone smack dab onto your face.

“holy-!” you jolt from the noise, putting an immediate halt to your movements down below. quickly, you pause the video as you remain still, trying to process what the hell that noise was.

there’s a pause.

after a second, you think you’re okay to start up again; however, another roaring bang echoes in from your left, and this time, you let your phone fall down next to you while you scramble to yank off your headphones.

when yet another sound is made from the other side of your wall, you find yourself shooting up from your bed. breathing heavy from adrenaline, you hear from a distance slight murmurs being muffled by the division—but oh god, do you know them all too well.

eyes narrowing, you try to focus in on the voice. there’s more murmuring followed by a heinous cackle, one that resembles a hyena. then shortly after, an even louder thud flows into your room and at this point, you’re absolutely triggered.

this bastard.

“i’m gonna kill him.” the words are tight and menacing as immediately, you throw the blankets away from your body and scoot out of bed.

fuming, you grab your sleep shorts from the floor and yank them up your legs, before jamming your feet into nearby slippers. you throw on the tank top just left in your bed, and soon you’re stomping out of your bedroom.

ooh, that freaking bastard. words can't even begin to describe how pissed you are. any chance at you having the perfect orgasm—long gone. the feeling between your legs—your pleasure and desire—instantly dissipated. what remains is raging hot aggression, the kind that you can feel radiating from your core.

little grumbles leave your mouth as you now pass by your living room, a nearby clock reading, ‘1:47 AM’. just the sight of the time makes your eye twitch, and after swiping your keys from their place holder, you swiftly beeline out your apartment door, making sure to end with a harsh slam.

it takes 0.2 seconds before you’re standing in front of your neighbor’s door, harshly knocking at it. there’s no breaks, just continuous, rapid banging.

tiny comments flow from your mouth, "swear this stupid idiot.....god, i’m gonna.....he's so dead..."

from the other side, you hear footsteps approaching, along with quiet mumbles and a laugh. you’re still pounding at the door until there's a soft click and it gets thrown in.

there stands your idiotic neighbor—jeong yunho—holding the door propped open with one hand and a phone to his ear with the other.

he's lost in conversation, his gaze to the floor and a short smile present. he hasn’t registered who's here yet. though, once he briefly glances up, yunho's whole demeanor begins to change. he sees you, pissed, sticking out your hip and crossing your arms.

“oh……" yunho's face sinks in on himself, mouth now slightly parted. he casts a look away as his expression turns stoic, "uh. yeah, i’m gonna have to call you back.”

as you wait for him to hang up, foot tapping to count the seconds, you couldn’t help the way your eyes fleet around to examine his sleep attire. it looks so similar to yours.

a black tank top that hugs his torso and basketball shorts that hang loosely off his waist. usually when you come over here, he's decked out in a large sweatshirt plus sweatpants. at some point, you started to think that's all he owned. but, clearly not.

when your eyes skip over to the arm on the door, you could see his bicep flexing from how hard he gripped the wood. and close to that, you peep the messy state his hair is in, all curly and tussled.

after observing his face, you start to realize you've been ogling at him for too long. so, you force yourself to look away and pick up an interest in the carpet you're standing on. god, does he just piss you off. you can't even stand the sight of him.

a harsh sigh leaves your throat and you start to roll your neck around in frustration. can he just hurry up?

yunho grimaces softly at your outburst before returning to his friend. he listens intently to what's being said, part of him also trying to mask the irritation pricking at his skin, "hmm? yeah, i guess. just be quick about it."

a low voice is on the other end, you register, evident by the deep laugh he produces. you can't really make out anything being said, but after sneaking a glance at yunho, you assume a question’s being asked.

he's giving it some careful thought. his head shifts up a tiny bit, eyes moving around the ceiling as he thinks. but, really, the moment you swiftly hold up your nails to randomly inspect them, that's when he's able to dart his eyes down to your distracted body and give the question true thought.

he's watchful of your next-to-nothing clothing, and how it outlines every part of you. the small buds poking through your tank top fabric, proving that you're not wearing a bra. your smooth thighs that are held close together. he's observant of everything.

however, when you shake your shoulders back and throw your hand down, it quickly snaps yunho out of his mild trance. in one motion, he sweeps his attention away from you and clears his throat.

“okay, i’m not even gonna think about what you just asked—no, seriously i’ll call you back later. i’m hanging up now.”

he wastes no time in dropping his hand and ending the call. then, as he peers upwards, ready to formally address you—well, you make sure to beat him to it

your head is cocked to the side as an icy tone slips out, "finally. i was starting to get impatient."

blinking, yunho stares at you briefly before inhaling a long breath. he can already tell how the rest of this conversation is going to go, judging by your already snippy attitude.

"i'm sorry about that. the phone call ran a little longer than i-"

"frankly, i don't give a fuck about that," you cut him off, body instantly tensing up from just how annoyed you are, “have you lost your goddamn mind? it is the middle of the night, why the hell are you being so loud? again?"

fuck him. his body expels a quiet sigh as his tall figure hunches down slightly, "i was just...rearranging some furniture."

this time, your words are more clipped, "and you couldn't have waited until morning? are you a fucking idiot?"

it takes everything in yunho to keep his composure.

lately, every single time you come knocking at his door to complain, this is usually how it goes. you storm over, beat at his door, then berate him for about 5 minutes before walking away and slamming your door shut. every. single. time.

he wonders where this anger came from all of sudden, the hostility. you hadn’t always been this grumpy, but for the past week, it’s like you’d just decided to hate his guts. even in passing, like when riding the elevator or entering the apartment together, you always wear a scowl around him. like it's now been permanently etched into your face.

seriously, what’s your deal?

when you make a particularly frustrated groan half-way through your rant, it's then yunho comes back to reality.

"this is my third time coming over here in a week. my third time. but somehow, there’s always some stupid fucking excuse as to why you’re being so damn loud," you sneer, not even able to recount all of the other dumb reasons he's given you thus far, "do you think i enjoy this? having to tell you to shut up every other day?"

his face reactively tilts down as a dry scoff flies out. sorry, but he doesn't really want to deal with all of this tonight. if that makes him apathetic towards your situation, oh well—so be it.

before he knows it, a snarky remark comes flying out, "well, you have been making it a habit lately, so i'm sure you must find some enjoyment in being a bitch. right?" he ends off with a straight face and condescending shrug.

oh.

in a flash, the blood flowing through you turns cold. your eyes go bewildered from his dig at you and you change your stance to somewhat cage him in. you notice he doesn’t move away from you, but that didn’t stop you from still trying to size him up—if that’s even possible.

“listen to me, jeong yunho,” your voice starts off unusually low, and surprisingly, yunho seems to respond well to it, “i don’t want to come back here ever again. so either you shut the actual fuck up for good, or i’m calling our landlady next time and i’m going to have your ass finally evicted.”

after you finished, an overbearing silence takes over. there are so many things yunho could say to you right now. his mind is racing a mile a minute, and yet his mouth remains closed as his eyes begin to lower. his hand is starting to shake from squeezing the door so hard.

eventually he drops his arm, right as you take a few steps back. you both have this lingering tension in the air, almost as if you two are secretly trying to zap each other with the charged energy. before you walk off, you make sure to eye yunho up and down with an obvious snarl.

“you got that?”

his eyes wander around your stature, and once he makes eye contact with you, he breathes in deeply, “you know, it’s always such a pleasure whenever you visit. really, you should do it more often. tomorrow night, maybe?”

his tone couldn’t be laced with any more sarcasm. and to that, you simply begin to walk away, not forgetting to throw a, ‘fuck off,’ over your shoulder.

yunho waits until you’re close to your door before calling out to you one last time, “get some good sleep. or else tomorrow, you're gonna wake up cranky again. and we don't want that, now. ”

you flip him off clear as day, and then with a tight grip on your handle, you slam the door shut. shortly after, you hear your neighbor’s own door close just as aggressively.

now that you’re in the comfort of your own space, you finally let out the whiny squeal built up from the interaction, “ugh!”

fuck, he gets underneath your skin in a way you’ve never experienced before. the anger makes your body tingly all over, lighting up each and every part of you. you’re on fire.

kicking off your slippers, you don’t even care where they land. you toss your keys in any direction when passing your kitchen table. upon entering your room, you immediately begin to strip because for some reason, the clothes were becoming too constricting.

once you’re in your underwear, your body flops down backwards onto the bed, your breasts to the ceiling. chests huffing, you still feel your heart thumping from the events earlier, but also from the sheer frustration coursing through your veins.

frustrated that you’ve had to deal with jeong yunho for the past week, and absolutely nothing has changed. frustrated that no matter what the circumstance is, he manages to get you heated like no other. frustrated that you missed out on what would’ve been your best orgasm as of late, if only he just...wasn’t your neighbor.

you roll over to your side, staring blankly at the wall. as unfortunate as it is, you can’t control who your neighbors are—meaning the irritation you feel is just a consequence of poor residency. but, you absolutely could’ve relieved at least your sexual frustrations. and you had been so close too. a silent huff fills the room as a pout grows on your lips. what are you going to do?

because even if the feeling in your core has long disappeared, internally, there's still this lingering itch needing to be satiated. it's buried deep down, but it's there. you can sense it. you breathe out another groan and soon find yourself shifting to your backside once again. the feeling is definitely there. it just needs to be reactivated.

so without much thinking, you pick up your phone from wherever it was around your bed, and begin tapping aimlessly on the screen. the video you had been previously watching is immediately pulled up, though you're not in the mood for it anymore. you’re craving something else.

after searching and scrolling around the website, another intriguing video catches your eye, and in one swoop you click on it. after so many fails and empty climaxes, you have a last resort in mind to finally cure your desire—but, it's one you were trying to avoid.

already connected to your headphones, the video starts to play and quickly you lean over to your bedside drawer. it's not a hard find, your little pink rose toy, as it’s tucked away in its usual corner. the last time you had used it...maybe five months ago? six? you can't exactly pinpoint it, you just know it's been a while.

you roll back over to your bed, your eyes scanning it wearily, "mmmm...."

you don't know what's wrong with you. you really have no idea. but a while ago, you learned that your clit is extremely sensitive. and it was because of this toy. the first time you had used it, not only did you nearly piss yourself (genuinely), your orgasm also came in six minutes.

it had buzzed, sucked, and pulsed your cunt in a way you've simply never experienced before, and honestly, you hated how quickly it made you finish. on top of that, you were left feeling raw and overstimulated afterwards, trembling in your bed once it was over. ever since then, you've opted to use your fingers, something that gives you time to fully enjoy the experience.

however, tonight is different. you've tried everything already, but to no avail. you're needy. you're desperate. you want to get this over with. if that means you'll be finishing in basically five minutes—then so freaking be it.

not wasting another second, you quickly begin to toss on your headphones and immediately the sounds of a male moaning enters your head. you pick up your phone in one hand, and reposition the vibrator in the other.

your knees instinctively rise up as you move your body around in order to find the perfect position. when you believe you’ve achieved it, you use your thumb to press down on the small button which turns on the rose.

although the sound is silent to you, the buzzing that's instantly felt in your palm makes you shiver. nearly a whimper topples out of you from just pure anticipation of what's to come. steadily, you move the toy down, all the while your eyes remain glued to the scene.

the new man is needy, just like you. he's gripping and palming himself over his clothed erection, causing the once lost feeling to be reignited inside you. a slow throb pulses through your core. the moment the vibrator touches your own clothed sex, a tiny moan shoots out. already, you feel the vibrations hitting you in all the right places, and you're not even bare.

you press it down a little harder into your clit, the sensation now overtaking your whole cunt. shuddering, you allow yourself to adjust to the pace, but not for very long. without fail, your hips begin to gradually buck against it as the rose works itself into your slit.

your teeth goes to tug onto your lower lip, and momentarily your eyes flutter close, "oh my god."

you have to stop your back from arching off the bed, that's how good it feels. you keep the toy close to your sex, and even start to circle it around your underwear to produce more ripples of pleasure throughout.

and with each surge of pleasure, there's a reactive noise to go along with it. you notice you're more vocal than usual, but truly it's because you can't help it. that's what makes using this toy so dangerous.

another low whimper fills your ears as this time, the man starts to slowly bring out his cock. he's not in a rush. no, he’s barely touching himself, yet he’s still squirming around as if anything more would be too much. like any small movement would cause himself to cum on the spot. the sight of him just turns you on even more.

by now, you're full on humping yourself into the vibrator, even though you haven't touched yourself naked with it. you're too nervous that once you do, you'll be seriously cumming and shooting out liquids all over the place. the barricade of your underwear is enough for you. you still feel on the edge of an orgasm.

"hmm...hmm...fuck, 'm almost there." your face is a mess right now, you already know. the small grunts you're letting out overrun your mouth. the shallow breaths you’re emitting. all of it attests to how much of a mess you are.

you can't control anything that's happening. not the way your hips are chasing after the vibrations, nor the way your eyes squint open to see the man jerk himself off. his cock is even twitching from each stroke, like it's ready to explode any moment.

you groan a little louder, "holy...fuck. oh, fuck. gonna cum soon. mmm....gonna...cuh—"

- beeeeep -

a text notification comes popping in from the top of your screen, followed by another. you skim over them, stopping all movements plus the video. once you register what was said, as well as who sent them, it makes your heart fall to the pit of your stomach.

jeong yunho

2:14 AM

i think i understand why you've been so moody lately

you’re just a little frustrated, aren’t you y/n?

focus blurred, you quickly exit out of the video, going to fully open up the texts. meanwhile, the vibrator lays lonely between your legs as it continues to suction on your clit in a way that has you lightly jerking around.

your eyes narrow, “stupid fucking a-asshole.” straight away, the pads of your fingers type out a short message. just have to get this over with.

y/n

2:16 AM

i don’t know what you’re talking about

before you can even leave the message log, your neighbor is already producing another text.

jeong yunho

2:16 AM

yeah, the vibrator isn’t all that quiet

embarrassment rushes to your face, your hand shooting down towards the toy. you skittishly remove it from yourself and quickly power it off, then throw it to the other side of your bed, “shit!”

you’re so screwed. oh fuck, you’re so screwed. yunho is never going to let this go, you can already foresee it, and just that thought alone is enough to make your cheeks burn. how humiliating.

jeong yunho

2:17 AM

why’d it stop? did you come already?

weird, i didn’t hear it

“what’s his problem?” running a hand over your face, you hold back a groan that truly wants to escape out of you. are you stupid? had you really been that loud? you don’t think you were, but, god, somehow he still heard you.

with your face all scrunched, shame overtaking your expression, you bring your fingers forward again to begrudgingly type out a response.

y/n

2:19 AM

what are you even saying right now?

again, i have no idea what you’re talking

you can’t let him know the truth. in your mind, all you can do right now is just deny.

….deny…deny….de…ny…?

jeong yunho

2:20 AM

yeah?

you don’t remember moaning over and over again just now? whining about how you’re almost there?

that you’re so close to cumming?

i mean, you just said it, how can you not remember?

your face shrinks while reading the string of questions. well, fucking hell. what more could you say now? he basically called you out and quoted you verbatim. slowly, your eyes shut and you take steady breaths. oh wow. your heart is nearly pounding out of your chest right now. you can feel it.

but furthermore, you feel so exposed. so vulnerable. especially since it’s him who heard it. fuck, why him? to make matters worse, there’s not much you can even say to refute his messages. at this point, he knows, really knows. so, how do you respond?

y/n

2:22 AM

fuck off

yunho

2:22 AM

the walls aren’t thin, i’m sure you of all people would know

y/n

2:22 AM

jeong yunho, fuck off

jeong yunho

2:23 AM

i could hear you so clearly. you sounded needy

like you were gonna finish at any second, but didn’t, yeah?

you never orgasmed?

even with your cold replies, how is that he still has more to say? that more messages continue to flood in? your moods already been killed, but now it feels torturous to sit here and just take it.

y/n

2:24 AM

i’m not talking about this anymore

you glance off to the side as the vexation travels through you. part of you debates if you should just go ahead and block him—rid yourself from this nonsense. he's toying with you right now. obviously. and you're sick of it.

you fix your fingers to get ready and block him for good, when a vibration buzzes in your hand.

jeong yunho

2:26 PM

but you're still frustrated, right?

you know, if you really need help, i can come over

reading that makes you audibly gasp. what is happening? now, you feel like he's just saying anything.

y/n

2:28 AM

stop it

you're not being serious

scowling, you adjust your back against the bed. what a stupid joke. stupid jeong yunho, with his stupid joke. your eyes look up to your ceiling, mind wandering. he doesn't mean what he's saying...you know he doesn't. he's just messing with you, as always.

until his other message comes through.

jeong yunho

2:28 AM

i promise you i am

it really doesn't have to mean anything either. im just offering some help.

after seeing that, your face bucks backwards. where is this even coming from? you're so confused.

jeong yunho

2:29 AM

so can i come over?

yeah, you aren't sure what sort of game he's trying to play, but you're not falling for this.

y/n

2:30 AM

absolutely not

you’re not coming anywhere near me

there’s a brief pause before he types another response.

jeong yunho

2:31 AM

oh yeah? what about inside of you?

your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. WHAT. instinctively, you bring a hand up towards the wall. two loud smacks are given to the hard surface as you try your hardest to slow down your breathing. holy—what the actual fuck is wrong with him?

from the other side, a subtle laugh reverbs through the wall, and you resist the urge to beat harder on the surface. shortly after, another message comes through on your phone.

jeong yunho

2:34 AM

sorry, guess that was too much lol

but i’m being serious, y/n

no wonder why you’ve been so bitchy lately, you’re just sexually frustrated. and clearly you need help.

reading the latest text has you scoffing, though some cold sweats begin to drip from your forehead. because how was he able to read you so well? yeah, maybe you’ve been a tad bit snappier with him recently, but that could be for any reason! you didn’t like how easily he figured you out, especially since you are sexually frustrated. and it’s bad.

even then, you find yourself with your guard up still. he may be able to call out your problem, however, that doesn’t mean you want—jeong yunho of all people—to fix it. he’s your annoying, dumbass neighbor. what all does he know?

as you permanently shut down whatever the proposition was in your head, you also force yourself to ignore the slight twinge your belly does. you’d be lying if you said there wasn't a small part of you affected by his words. wondering, what exactly is he offering right now?

no.

shaking your head, you tighten the pressure against your legs as you prepare to type out one final message.

y/n

2:37 AM

for the last time, no.

just leave me alone

with that, you turn off your phone. another buzz comes through, but you don’t even check it. you’re so over it—over him.

turning, you try to find a comfortable spot on your back, panting slightly from pure anxiousness. your heart feels like it's about ready to explode from his words.

'you know, if you really need help, i can come over'

reactively, a hallow laugh tumbles out from you, eyes closing briefly. because seriously, what is the matter with him? he's ridiculous. always saying the crudest, most dumbest things. but now, it's truly gone too far.

your eyes crack open and then you decide to adjust over to your side, facing away from your phone. your mind starts to wander to all the events from tonight.

the night had started off so good.

the sensation just pouring through your core the first time you started masturbating. god, did it feel amazing. even when that attempt at an orgasm failed, the same pleasure was quietly still there. silently waiting for its chance to finally spill over.

but, it never did.

rounds after rounds—even with jeong yunho's interruption—you never came. it's been a week of this. and now, you're just done. you've decided that this rut you're in has gotten the best of you.

you don't know how long you'll be suffering, with the subtle ache pulsing away in your core. hopefully with time, it'll go away.

a sudden vibration makes your skin jump. turning around, you spot your phone inches away from you, the screen lighting up. yunho's contact pops up from afar.

eyes low, you stare at the phone. your brain is scattered, and yet, a recurring thought keeps coming back to you.

should you do it?

you've literally tried everything. fingers, pillow humping, fisting. even the rose toy, which usually has you cumming in genuine seconds, couldn't get you off, and frankly, you don’t want it to anymore. you're stuck.

you blink your eyes a few times.

what all would he even do?

you don't think you'd want to go...all the way with him. just something to help alleviate your pressure. and nothing that would last too long, you had to be up early in the morning. quickly, a blush overtakes your face as you start to feel embarrassed by your thoughts. but...anything is better than nothing, right?

"oh, god..." your stomach churns when you reach out to grab your phone.

unlocking it, you see the latest messages from your neighbor were attempts at trying to sway you. still, you disregard them. you've made up your mind now.

with a burnt face, you type out a simple: 'fine, come over', all the while you try your hardest to calm down your nerves.

he replies back in an instant, but you've already powered off your phone, stomach full of butterflies at the thought of jeong yunho taking care of your problem.

yet, when you start to truly think about how jeong yunho will take care of this problem, an immediate pulse hits you hard in your center.

before you even have a chance to react to the sensation, rapid knocking emerges from the distance. your stomach sinks to your ass, as you frantically work to put your tank top back on. then, you leap out of bed.

you don't even have time to reconsider this idea, with how swiftly you glide out of your bedroom and across the living room. you're scared the moment you start to think about this, you'll back out. and deep down, you know you don't want to do that. not when another chance has literally thrown itself at you.

only an idiot would pass this up.

once you reach your front door, you don't even check your peephole. with a quick twist of the handle, you open the wooden door inwards, and there stands jeong yunho on the other side.

his body looms over yours as he leans against the door frame. although he's still wearing the same outfit from earlier—the tank top and shorts combo, there's no longer an annoyed expression to accompany it. no, there's something entirely new.

his eyebrow's are furrowed, indicating slight confusion. there's a sprinkle of curiosity within his eyes, and below that, the corners of his mouth are turned smugingly upward. but all over, yunho has a faint red hue coating his face, like he's also nervous for what's to come.

for a short second, neither of you say anything. a quiet staring contest is what you both have. there's a look to yunho's eyes that makes you want to clench your stomach. bouncing your eyes back and forth between his gaze.

until unexpectedly, he clears his throat and tilts his head to the side, "crazy, now the roles are reversed. hold on—should i start yelling at you too? throw in some degradation while i'm at it?"

you see him trying to hold back a grin as he stifles out a laugh. his eyes are crinkled and dimples are showing, all the while you begin to lower your gaze. haha, so funny.

eventually, your face straightens out into a deadpan, "shut up."

yunho continues to laugh, body shaking as he chuckles, and without thinking, you lunge to grab at his chest, "just get in here."

bunching up his tank top, you yank him inside your apartment. he enters with a stumble, with you only releasing him when he's few inches behind you.

more laughter is coming from the tall boy, and while you hear him trying to regain his balance, you stay facing forward with a hand on the door. part of you is still contemplating if you should go through with this whole thing, and yet the other part is yelling at you to stop making things so complicated.

both sides are clawing at you, though once you take a deep breath, a brief moment of clarity hits. you use your courage to push the door close, now trapping you both inside.

you slowly turn around towards yunho. he's already taken off his slippers and placed them onto the nearby rack, waiting for you to make the next advancements. a small smile remains on his face.

okay, this is serious. your vision darts off to the corner, fingers reaching to play with the hem of your tank top, "uhh...so..." there's a pause, "bedroom's just down the hall."

yunho now regards you with a mildly confused face, raising an eyebrow. he's definitely sensing a change in your attitude from just moments ago. you fidget once more with your shirt, the silence becoming too deafening for you. ultimately, you decide to proceed forward towards the narrow hallway.

at least, until a hand catches you in place.

"not so fast...where do you think you're going?" yunho's voice piques up at the end as he starts to bring you back, his grip firm and tight. you're tripping over your own feet and only stop once you're placed directly in front of him.

you don't look up at him, even though you feel his eyes burning deeply into your scalp. the spot where he's touching you starts to heat up, and all you begin to think about is how hot his touch will feel other places. oh, god. now you really can't look at him anymore, your face feels completely flushed.

yunho's aware of his hold on you, though he doesn't try to remove it. his eyes remain on you and how he can tell you're deliberately avoiding eye contact. he's never seen you so shy before, he realizes. so timid. it's almost a complete turn around from how you've been acting this past week—hell, even the past three months he's known you.

he's realizing that you're truly nervous, and god does he like that. eyelids fluttering, yunho feels little tingles start to spread all over his body.

"hey," his tone is more serious, but you sense a hint of playfulness somewhere, "y/n, you gotta look at me when i'm trying to talk to you."

the moment he addresses you, your body erupts into shivers. as your head stays lowered, your eyes slowly work their up till their peering through your eyelashes.

"what do you want?" your voice is a buzzed whisper.

"are you nervous?" his hand shifts up from your arm to now your shoulder, "you're acting so different."

you want to shrug him off of you and back away, though the slight squeeze he has on you keeps you from doing so. instead, you feel that area begin to heat up, your attention remaining on him.

"i'm not nervous," how you managed to say that without stuttering—you don't know either, but your heart feels like it's gonna explode, "i'm just not used to....this."

he mulls over your words, lips pursing in somewhat agreement, "hmm, yeah. i can see that. i don't usually call my neighbors over for a late night session either.

your face lightly scrunches, "i didn't really call you ov-"

"i don't want you to worry, though," ignoring you, he shifts his hand once again until it's resting near the nape of your neck, fingers curled over it, "i know you think i'm just gonna go in that room, fuck you a couple of times, then leave."

his vulgar words shock you. expression now stunned, your breathing turns heavy as he travels his hand towards the front of your neck, now placing a soft clasp around your throat, "but i won't do that to you. i told you i'm here to help. here for you."

gradually, the hard look in your eyes begins to melt. your face becomes more relaxed, and yunho notices this.

"what, you like this? my hand around your throat?" he mumbles out.

you're dazed, lips slightly parted from the quiet gasps you're taking in. he cocks his head to the side as he watches your changing face.

"mmm, i kinda like seeing you in this state," his eyes rake around your features, whole time you stare back weakly, "can't really call me an idiot anymore, can you?"

you try to speak, but yunho instantly hushes you quiet. he's stroking his thumb up and down your smooth skin as he leans in just a tiny bit.

"you're so cute, y/n. just the face you're making, it's so..."

he's only inches from you, you can feel his breath hit your face. oh, god. and he's coming closer towards your lips. his eyes are low, mouth hanging, waiting to take in yours.

you close your eyes in anticipation, but at the last second, he curves your face.

his mouth goes to the shell of your ear instead, just barely touching, "go take us to the bedroom now."

his words pour into your head as a near whimper dribbles out of you. he backs away with the same heated look in his eye, while you're completely disoriented. he takes his hand away from you, and with a small stagger you turn around and lead him down the hall.

what fucking spell did he just put you under? your head is mush. you can't think straight. the throb in your core is practically beating at you, and it's making you even more dizzy. the moment you step foot into your nightly lit bedroom, you're immediately twisting to face yunho. oh, you're done for.

he's trailing in behind you, his walk a bit different from yours. he ambles up to you, though when you briefly glance down at his shorts, there's an obvious bulge sticking out of the fabric. your eyes widen, but yunho's calling your name to recapture your attention.

he stops in front of you, eyes heavy with lust, "just looking at you got me so hard."

"yunho," you say with whine. your neck is craned upward to look at his face.

"so fucking hard." he repeats, tone even lowered. his hand comes back up to your nape, and you watch him lean down, "i can't even concentrate."

your eyes bounce back and forth between his gaze and his lips. you want to beg for a kiss. beg for him to finally end this tortured pain you're in. but instead, you part your lips and lower your eyes, signaling to him that you're ready. desperation fills your expression, and yunho is drinking every bit up.

he watches your hazy state, how quickly you fell apart for him. what an absolute turn around from how you were acting earlier in the night. you're just a mindless doll at this point. so ready to be completely ruined by him.

thinking this, a low groan escapes his throat, "god, you're so good to me."

his mouth drops slowly before enveloping yours with a greedy kiss—finally. he takes your lips hungrily as you tilt your head for a better taste. the two of you stumble back slightly until the bed grazes the back of your knees. he grips the back of your neck harder.

the intensity of the kiss has you levitating. slow pants start to leave your mouth, only to get swallowed up by yunho’s mouth. he’s coming at you, hard, as if he’s been deprived for so long. you slip a bit of your tongue into his mouth which sends a shudder down his back. as payback, when yunho’s lips come down on yours again, he grazes your bottom lip with his teeth.

you whimper. you two are completely enamored with one another. all thoughts have left your head and you're left with a desire that's practically eating you alive.

his lips part from yours once more, "fuck. can't wait for you to make such big mess on me."

he breathes heartily then captures your mouth, the two of you sharing another kiss. swiftly, he breaks away, "gonna make you cum so hard."

he uses all of his weight in the next kiss he gives you. yunho begins to lower you further into the mattress, the two of you not releasing. the bed squeaks from the added pressure, until eventually you're laying down on your back. and a genuine whimper buzzes out of you. you're dying within his grasp.

he’s pulling your lips harshly within his, groaning and mumbling more dirty words. the hand behind your neck shifts towards your front, him pressing down into your throat. that makes you whine. the noise bellows out of you, only for yunho to shut you up with a rough kiss. god, you're so loud. he thinks to himself.

still passionately making out, his pelvis starts to rock between your legs. he's so fucking turned on right now. his bulge rolls deep into your underwear, your pussy creating the perfect crevice for him. the new friction makes you see stars. so much is happening right now: the kissing, his hand on you, the way he's grinding into you, all of it has your senses on overload.

then, he rips himself away. he slides his hand up to underneath your chin and forcefully turns your face away. he goes to the side of your neck—kissing, sucking, and licking around your skin. you can already feel the hickies starting to form.

"need to leave a reminder for you," his words fall onto your neck, and all you could do is moan, "you're gonna remember this night."

he places a few more hickies on you.

releasing his hand, he starts to travel down your body. he kisses and licks along your sternum, before stopping at your breasts. his eyes flicker up to your lust-out expression, taking a brief pause. you wait anxiously for his next move.

"want me to suck on them?" his voice is just barely audible. you quickly shake your head 'yes'.

his gaze drops down to your tits. your hard nipples poke out of the fabric of your tank top. they're practically begging for stimulation. he leans in close to your buds, and gives one of them a quick flick of his tongue.

"oh, god." your body stutters from the sensation.

intrigued by your response, he leans over to quickly lick at the other bud, you reacting the same way. you are just so fucking sensitive, he's noticed. everything he's done so far has you damn near falling apart.

he keeps this in mind as he keeps working his way down. he gives you kisses against your stomach which causes butterflies to erupt and your belly to convulse slightly.

soon, he's at your underwear. you're quivering, body squirming, just waiting for him. but, he doesn't proceed. he sits a bit longer. your underwear is a cute color, a pretty shade of purple. and it holds your cunt so well.

"so pretty," muttering, he dips down to place a soft peck at the top of your underwear, "oh my—are you twitching right now?"

he calls you out with tiny grin. he's watchful of your current demeanor. you've already shut your eyes. it'd been too much to see yunho do this to you. with each little touch he's given you, your body reacts like it's never experienced this before. your short breaths fill the room, and you think anything else will make you cry. you really are a mess.

"just...just do something," you whine, "please, yunho."

and with that, he's instantly gliding your underwear off of you, throwing it wherever on the ground. he grips your knees and pushes them further back as now, he gets the best view of your needy cunt.

you're glistening, wetness coating your lips like someone had just drenched water on you. he swears he even sees your hole lightly opening and closing, basically asking for it to be stuffed.

a groan trickles from lips, "why is your cunt so perfect? it's just begging for me to ruin it." he takes his fingers from off of your knee and runs them up and down your slit.

"gah—yunho!" wailing, your pussy immediately clenches from his movement.

"you're like a toy, holy shit," he does the motion again, except this time he makes sure to end with slow circles at your clit, "your body listens to me so well, like the good toy you are."

a string of slickness leaks from your entrance. oh, man. you can already sense your sensitivity getting the best of you. he's only just now started stimulating your cunt, but it feels like too much already.

"you twitch on command. leak on command," in a swift motion, he brings his head down to lay his tongue on your sex, starting from your wet entrance and ending at the top. he whispers out the next part, "can i make you cum on command?"

when he moves his hand away to do the same action again, your eyes roll into the back your head. yunho grips your knees again, his face buried deep between your legs. he gives a hearty lick to your cunt once more, then another, then another.

"mmmm, fuck. yunho, this....this feels so good." you're lightly jerking, hips involuntarily moving. he use this as motivation.

his jaw flexes open, taking in a greater amount. soon, his licks turn into large kisses. he's conscious of the fact that you're on edge. he feels you moving around in his grasp. he's determined to make you finish, now.

mouth fully between your cunt, he swirls his tongue deeply into it. ripples of pleasure come bursting through your core, shooting up through your veins, before ending at your head. you feel faint.

your hips push harder against his face, and a noise quickly starts up. a squelching sound rings through both of your ears as your wet pussy begins to mix with yunho's mouth. it sounds disgustingly wet—but, you love it. you feel so dirty, so nasty, but that just turns you on even more.

your juices turn frothy and bubbles out from the side of yunho's face. when realizing this, he groans inside your sweet clit. it vibrates you in a way that makes you quiver. you let out a throaty moan and he starts to speed up his pace.

"oh, oh—i think i'm close." you huff, chest rising up and down sporadically. god, you're so close.

yunho hums at your words, but to be honest, he's too drunk off your taste to really hear you. he's too far gone. more sloppy kisses are given to your cunt. they're sloppy, filthy—disgusting. so much so that he starts to shake his head in circles, just to give an extra sense of pleasure. the other secret reason, he freaking loves how wet his face feels from your dripping cunt. he wants it permanently on his face.

he goes in faster. you're already whining, wailing out desperate cries. it truly is too much. the build up from earlier to now, you don't even know how you were able to last this long. though, it's going to be over soon.

and soon hits you faster than you could've ever expected.

you don't even know what triggers it—probably everything—but in an instant, your body quickly convulses and your eyes go white. your orgasm hits you stronger than you've ever felt before.

"ah—fuck! oh, god!"

yunho clamps down onto you when he feels you orgasming, his mouth slurping and licking all over your pulsating core. he feels even more liquid gush out, only adding to the mixture he's created. he guzzles it all down, just everything is so messy.

you continue to thrash around, part of you trying to break free from his grasp while the other part does nothing but let your rapture wash over you. eventually, your body calms down, your movements slowing to a halt. even as you try to regain your composure, yunho's still going at you as if he's starved. now, you're going into overstimulation territory.

"ahhh, yunho," glancing down, your voice is weak when you address him, "mmm, you can stop now. i'm done."

he drinks up your pussy one last time, before parting dramatically. he's pushes himself up, so now you can fully see his face. and god, is it glimmering in wetness. but, before you can even comment on his current state, yunho's already pulling down his shorts.

your eyebrows scrunch, "what are you doing?" although your brain is still foggy from your intense finish, you still have some awareness.

his shorts drop to his knees along with his boxers, and you're left wide-eyed. he's huge. and you mean huge. his thick cock stands up perfectly, reaching all the way to his stomach. his tip is a dark pink color and you swear you see little drips falling from his slit.

yunho sighs a relief at finally being able to free himself, "y/n, i already promised i wouldn't fuck you. we can save that for another time."

another time? if even possible, your eyes open wider. what does he mean another ti—

"but, fuck, i really need to do this," his hand comes up to aimlessly stroke away at his cock, his pelvis grinding slowly into his palm, "i won't stick it in, i promise. just need to feel your sweet cunt on me again. i feel so close."

your breath hitches. is he suggesting what you think he's suggesting?

"you...wanna...?"

"is that okay?" he asks quietly, his hand squeezing harder around his base.

you knew how dangerous of a request this is. even if he wasn't going to insert it, you knew lust can make people do anything. but then, why does the thought sound so good?

"i'm already sensitive..." you try, barely. you can already imagine what it must feel like, and the thought gets you horny all over again.

"i'll be quick, i promise," he says firmly, already lowering his body to be close to yours, "i can already feel my cum about to shoot out. just want something to stimulate it."

his face stops right in front of yours as you feel his tip just barely graze your cunt. you hold back another moan.

"i can do it?" he asks once more, this time looking into your eyes. you stare back at his large, brown gaze, and instinctively, you whimper out a 'yes'.

he's quick to grab his cock, now positioning it to where his shaft lays beautifully along the crevice of your pussy. earlier it had just felt so good, he knew he needed to do it again.

your pussy wraps around his skin, enveloping his warm cock. yunho's already buzzing with tingles that travel up around his body. and then, he begins moving.

he rocks his erection between your lips, starting off ever so leisurely. he's getting a feel of your bare cunt running up and down him. you bite your lip to hold back a scream. you're too overstimulated for this, him rubbing his cock against you in this way. your eyelids flutter as your breathing turns ragged.

"oh my—fuck, y/n. i'm gonna cum. shit, your….your cunt's gonna make me me..."

he speeds up his hips, him full on grinding his length into your pussy. holy fuck, did he make the best decision. his mind becomes clouded, his breathing turning hard. as for you, well you've already check out, with just how sensitive you are. and yet somehow, you feel yourself working up to another orgasm.

he digs his hips deeper and deeper, his cock rolling along your clit. his tip would pass by your bud, giving it the perfect stimulation. he's so close. so damn close. he's practically fucking your cunt right now. and you're just taking it so well.

it wasn't until his final buck, in which a creamy, white load comes foaming out from the top. it lands directly at the bottom of your stomach, but then starts to seep down to your precious slit. feeling the viscous liquid, a smaller, less dramatic orgasm takes over you—yet it still had you quaking.

your pussy begins squeezing and pulsating yet again, which just milks yunho's fat cock even more. the two of you moan simultaneously, you both shaking and twitching against one another.

and that's how this night ends.

what once started out as your terrible attempt at the perfect orgasm, ends with you actually achieving it—twice. on top of that, it was all done thanks to your stupid, idiot neighbor, who's currently passed out next to you.

finally. after this long, eventful night, are you able to sleep peacefully, even with jeong yunho curled up right beside you.

- Bonus -

it's been 2 weeks since that night with yunho and you have absolutely no idea where two's current relationship stands. through it all, he'll always be your idiotic, annoying neighbor—the one who keeps you up late at night.

except for now, he's been keeping you up late for a different reason.

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jeong yunho

11:13 PM

y/nnnnn, can you come over right now?

i need help :(

you grimace at the texts sent, you dropping down your pencil to focus on them. you're currently sitting at your desk, trying to prepare for an exam you have coming up.

y/n

11:14 PM

but you just texted me this morning???

how could you possibly need help again??

what the hell? he's never texted you twice in one day about this.

jeong yunho

11:14 PM

ugh, i know and normally i don't even get hard again after i cum

but god, i literally couldn't stop thinking about the way your mouth felt around me this morning

started daydreaming about it and got a boner LOL

"aww, yunho!" moaning, you silently curse his idiotic brain, head drooping. this isn't the first he's asked you to take care of a problem caused by his stupid thoughts. you've already told him to learn how to control them!

and unfortunately, you're not available for him.

y/n

11:16 PM

oh my god

sorry but i can't right now, studying for a test

jeong yunho

11:16 PM

oh boooooo

you're a smart girl, i know you'll ace it

y/n

11:17 PM

wanna know how i get this smart? by studying

jeong yunho

11:18 PM

but y/n it's so painful

my cock's throbbing for you

look

sent image

reluctantly, you open the picture. it's of his erection protruding through his grey sweatpants. you can tell he doesn't have any underwear on from how large he looks in the photo, and also by the fact there's small specks of dark grey splattered near the top. his pre-cum.

shit. you really should not have opened this.

jeong yunho

11:19 PM

need you so bad

please, help me

you bring your bottom lip inwards to chew on it. you really need to study, and you know this. but, fuck, he looks so good right now. the noises—the whimpering—he made for you earlier this morning resurface to your head, and now you're even more conflicted.

another text from yunho comes through.

jeong yunho

11:22 PM

it'll be the neighborly thing to do ☹️

oh, please. your eyes roll at that. he's been throwing this phrase around about a week after you two started fooling around with each other.

ugh, what an idiot.

y/n

11:23 PM

you know what? fine, here i come

truthfully, you were convinced since the beginning, you just wanted to see how far he would go. you shoot up from your desk and grab your phone, feeling your core already tingle at what's to come.

you begin to make your way out of your bedroom when another buzz comes through.

jeong yunho

11:24 PM

atta girl

my favorite neighbor

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wowowowowowow

read this after having a dream about hot demon yunho and now i’m STUCK

[pingusfics]

does anyone know the name of this ateez mafia au fic where reader is a coroner/forensic pathologist, and she’s a target at first but is then kidnapped and sent back to her abusive family? thanks in advance!