☆﹒ꕀ you can call me solis !! i’m fine with nicknames as well ⁞ 18 ⁞ capricorn
ꕀ﹒ᶻz ; i’m a multistan who’s been loving kpop for YEARS ⁞ my MBTI is INFP ⁞
i’m okay with asks and requests, i love getting them, whether it’s request related or isn’t, anything is fine and if it’s disrespectful or something i’m not interested in i just won’t respond 💗
⁞ my interests outside of kpop is playing games, listening to music, writing and reading (of course), watching animated shows and more ⁞
boyfriend ateez reactions to you trying couples tiktoks on them !
Hongjoong - He has enough dealing with his members pulling him into tiktok shenanigans, so when you start doing it, he can feel a couple grey hairs growing.
“This is the 15th time I've been asked about a worm today, the answer is no for everyone!”
It’s too cute how pouty he gets, you adore his reaction every time, it feeds you to find more things to try out, which feeds his annoyance.
“You saw a bird today? I already know about this one, come on—try again”.
He’ll start looking them up himself to prepare for when you do it, he will fight back with more corny couple tiktoks if he has to.
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Seonghwa - Seonghwa will purposefully find tiktoks for you two to recreate, skits, dances, little pranks, he’s the reason you started doing it in the first place.
He enjoys when you try them together, he just shoots it back at you.
“What about if I was a worm? Is your love growing?”
It’s gonna be a competition, who loves each other as a worm the most.
Trust for him to post them on his accounts as well, it’ll be full of videos of you two doing things like this together.
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Yunho - He has already seen all of them, since Mingi sends tiktoks in their group chat and messages all the time, so he pretends to not know for your sake.
“Wow, you saw a bird today? Well that’s eventful, tell me everything”.
His acting skills come in handy, since you never tell at all, laughing as it seems like he’s so cutely going with it.
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Yeosang - He will be in genuine confusion every single time, he doesn’t get the point at all.
It’ll go from you asking if he’ll love you as a worm, into him wondering why you’d even say that, if it's a secret code for something.
When you give in and just send the tiktoks of the original joke, he’ll just laugh along sweetly.
“Ah, people do this to test their partners? Hehet, that’s adorable”.
It doesn’t quite work on him.
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San - San will go along with it every time, even when he recognizes the phrase from time-to-time, he just finds it cute that you try, no problem in complying.
“Oh, you saw a bird today? That’s so nice, tell me all about it, do you know which kind it was?”
It’s a bit sickenly sweet how boyfriend he acts.
You just get the drive to try harder in spite of it, which never ends up working.
“Would I love you as a worm? Hmm, it might be harder, but I'll try my best”.
He’s too boyfriend material.
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Mingi - He’s the one sending them to you, all the couple prank videos, the tiktoks with “Oh no, oh no, oh no no no no no” playing as the background sound, he will stare into your eyes waiting for you to laugh along, ignoring isn’t an option.
If you ask something like, will you love me if I turn into a worm?
He goes on a long tangent of the logical reasons why your relationship couldn’t continue as a worm, and then continues to speak on worm species, which someone manages to lead into a conversation about society and treatment of animals?
“If I'm a human, how would it be possible for us to love each other in different bodies, i cant talk to a worm, i can’t hug a worm, it’s not like i can keep you as a pet, a relationship between a pet and its owner has a power imbalance which would be toxic in a human relationship—“
You quickly learn to not ask these things again.
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Wooyoung - Has already seen them all, will start acting bratty because of it.
“No, I will not love you if you magically turn into a worm, cow, cat, alien, any of those!”
It honestly just makes you want to more, so you continue— with recording to watch later, saving them to send to the members.
He answers silly on purpose, just to rile you up further.
“Maybe if you were a worm, I'd make you a little worm outfit, crocheted with silk from the amazon forest!”
None of it makes sense, ruining your videos, that won’t stop you from trying.
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Jongho - He just accepts fate, he’s dealt with breaking apples in half constantly for tiktoks, he can handle your little questions.
“Yes I love you as a worm, yes I care if you see a bird today, yes I don’t wanna break up, no I don’t secretly hate you”.
He has everything covered, trying his hardest to make you bored enough to stop it.
His cuteness when he’s answering just makes it hard to, looking back at the videos of when you ask can make your heart melt, he just acts so sweet.
You will tackle him with hugs after, it’s necessary.
summary : life with cutie yeosang as your boyfriend, the way he treats you, loves on you etc etc
Having Yeosang as your boyfriend is so peaceful.
You often just do parallel play, with him resting near you while you busy yourself with your interests.
He’s a listener, always prepared to hear whatever you have to say and nodding along even if he doesn’t quite get it.
He’s so soft in how he takes care of you, placing fluffy blankets over your body if he notices a shiver, delivering your favorite snacks when he sees the shelves or fridge get empty.
His love isn’t always shown with touch, not even words but he makes an effort to let you know how loved you are.
His sensitivity makes touch feel like an intrusion, his body naturally curls up, yet he wants to push through for you.
You find him slowly opening up more, he’ll be letting you hold onto him during a sleepy night.
You just can’t help but giggle when you look up at his flushed face, he’s blushing immensely and trying not to push away from the hug.
He goes slow with every action, careful to not overwhelm the both of you.
Kisses will mostly be quick pecks, or a romantic make out.
The makeouts will be where he slowly takes his time, and deepens the kiss, all while keeping the pace just enough.
As he rests your hands on your waist, rubbing gentle circles to soothe you and ground himself.
He likes how intimate it feels, you’re both vulnerable in the moment—but trusting in each other.
So expect kisses more often than you think.
He also has a tough side as well, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice the strength of his body.
When he gets out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, it’s hard not to stare.
Going to the gym is one of his hobbies, so seeing him shirtless completely contrasts the cuteness of his face.
During simple tasks and you can see all his arm veins glistening, it’s quite hard to hold back.
He’s incredibly hot too.
You also notice the deepness of his smoky voice.
When you wake up next to him, his morning voice can make you crumble in
“Good morning”.
It sounds raspy and even deeper than usual.
The best part of those early mornings is seeing his calm face after waking from slumber.
His birthmark is bright, as the light from the window shines through.
summary - Mingi was unhealthily obsessed with you, he would do whatever it takes to be with you, it doesn’t matter if you want him or not.
He does all he can to make you belong to him, and have you fall in love.
genre - Angst, Smut, and (somewhat ?) fluff
Yandere Mingi x reader
warnings - mentions of kidnapping, stalking, cutting into the arm, manipulation, dubious consent (Reader says yes but is a kidnapping victim, not much of an option), fingering, being anxious, brief thoughts of not wanting to live, and the typical yandere-ness (if i missed anything pls let me know !)
authors note - i been really loving the atz yandere works on here especially stockholm by velvetmatz so it inspired me to write this, i hope you like it 🤍
It was usual, you have to get ready, go through your job, and get home like normal.
It’s like any other day of the week.
Not much is in your head, you’re just waiting for your shift to finally end, it seems as if time is passing slower than usual.
You proceed to clock out, exiting from the back of the building, it’s a short walk home, no problem.
There’s some footsteps behind you, it’s common for people to get off at this time, they’re heading home too, at least you thought.
The steps started to sound more like little earthquakes, thud after thud, there was an urgency in the way this person walked.
Must have had a bad day, right?
Your head turns back, to get a glance at them, just to be safe.
It's a man, he’s pretty tall, his gaze seems concentrated.
It’s Mingi, you’ve only heard of him through his idol work.
Mingi had been wanting you for a while, it’s a deep rooted obsession.
Those outfits you wore, just suited you so well, the beauty you possessed just couldn’t be described simply, it was like an angel fell from heaven, you were the answer to everything he wanted in a partner.
You gave his heart a reason to keep beating.
He’d spend hours watching you at work, finding your every route, sneaking in when you’re sound asleep in your apartment.
He just had to wait for the right moment, the perfect time to finally claim what’s his.
It isn’t harmful, it’s just because he loves you, he can’t exactly ask you out— this is just the best option for your relationship to start.
You have to love him, no matter what, and he’ll take what’s his.
A thick palm goes over your mouth, muffling any sound you could have possibly made.
It was dark out, cloudy like the situation at bay.
He still couldn’t risk getting caught, no one could dare stop him from having you, he wouldn’t allow that.
Tears pour down your eyes, heart thumping out of your chest.
It felt as if the air was punched out of your lungs, you wanted to scream, punch, kick, do anything you could to fight back, but all you had in you was to freeze.
Your whole body trembled, he was dragging you away, your mind could only imagine this is the end.
A piece of cloth goes over your eyes, constricting your vision, then your mouth—no need for you to speak, and your arms and legs get bound with rope, no room to escape.
It feels that you’re in the backseat of a car.
He’d set you up inside, his touch was gentle, like he didn’t want to damage you.
You know for sure when the seatbelt clicks into place, done by him, and you hear his driver side door shut.
The engine revs before the car starts going, you’re shaking constantly, body trembling nonstop.
Your mind is working overtime on all the things that could be happening.
You have no clue where he could be taking you, what he wants you for, you’re terrified.
You jolt in place, the car has come to an abrupt stop, all you can hear is the door swinging open.
You're being dragged across by his hands, and before you know it, you’re thrown on the floor, there’s a click—the sound of a door closing, being locked, he succeeded in capturing you.
The scent is intoxicating, it feels like a dirty basement, a hint of dust, musk and a hint of the cologne your capturer was wearing.
You shift your body, wiggling around trying to get out of the rope, the friction causes the skin on your arms to tear, leaving burns on your sensitivities.
A wince is let out, you couldn’t hold it back—the pain is a stark reminder of your fate, you’re stuck here.
You’re fed, given gifts, kisses, pampered like a doll, he gets home at the same time everyday, you assume that’s when he’s done with work.
He slowly tries to condition you—make you fall for him.
“My love, you like the gifts? Do you like me? I need to hear it”.
Desperation fills his tone, you don’t have many options to say no.
The last time you tried to disobey him, it didn’t end well.
It was a normal day— the usual sitting in the basement, him cuddling up next to you, feeding you strawberries.
“You look so pretty while eating, do you like it when I feed you, baby?”.
Hesitation, do you really wanna risk it?
You never tried protesting him before—you don’t know exactly what he’s capable of.
“Um— I’d rather eat on my own”.
There was an immediate frown, all the love in his gaze turned into pure sorrow, it looked like his heart shred into tiny pieces, from one sentence.
“What? You… you don’t like it? Do you not like me? What is it that I did wrong?”.
It turned into rambles.
“I can change, is it the fork? Would you like a spoon instead— maybe my hands? I’m sorry, please I can’t have this”.
You thought maybe it was manipulation, is he just trying to get you to feel bad?
Until he takes a knife from his back pocket.
“Woah— Mingi, please calm down, don’t hurt me over this! The fork is fine, feeding me is fine, I swear”.
Your nervous system is sent into overdrive, was he really gonna cut you, even kill you, over this?
Is it time to accept your goodbye, finally let go?
“What? I would never hurt you, you’re my everything, but if I'm disappointing you, I deserve this, my one purpose wasn’t fulfilled”.
Confusion, what could he possibly mean by this?
Your face contorts into pure shock, you gasp louder than you ever have before, the sound echoes in the nearly empty basement.
He was digging the knife into his arm, carving lines into the skin, until it prickled out blood, he was hurting himself, as a punishment for disappointing you.
You couldn’t wrap your head around the action.
The room began to reek of his blood, it dripped onto the cold floor, he made no effort to clean it, he left it there as a sign, a way to show his devotion to you.
He stepped out of the room, giving you space.
You can hear the sound of his breakdown from outside the room, he was full wailing, each groan was another sound of his sorrow.
There were loud thuds, only what you could imagine to be more punishment to himself, it ate you alive thinking of what could be happening in the room or rooms across.
You never actually left the basement, or seen anything since he trapped you in here.
You only have ideas you made up, things you imagined could be beyond the walls.
“I’ll come back inside tomorrow, i’ll be better for you then, if you aren’t pleased, i will kill myself, please forgive me, love”
He spoke broken-up from his meltdown, he was talking to you through the door, not even giving himself permission to see you until he deems himself good enough.
You vowed to just go along, it’ll be easier that way.
You slowly get accustomed to this pattern of living, you sort of looked forward to when he got home from work, it’s the only time you get to do things.
He unlocked the basement door and came inside like usual, shutting the door behind him, the second he was inside the room filled with the scent of his fragrant cologne.
It filled your nose, that woodsy yet fresh touch of smell, it reminded you of him.
It was loud enough to remain even when he wasn’t there, leaving you stuck thinking about him.
“Did you miss me? Sorry about the wait, I picked up something for my love”.
His steps echoed in the room, he had a box in his hand, you’re used to receiving gifts from him by now, so you simply scoot over to make room, knowing he’ll like to be next to you when he presents it.
Of course, he smiled at the sight, knowing he trained you so well.
He gets up against you, resting his head on your shoulder for a moment.
“It caught my eye, I think it'd be perfect for you, go ahead”.
You open the small box, inside is a pink collar, it looks like the ones animals typically wear, but made for humans, it has lace on the sides, along with a little bell in the middle.
His smirk widened, full of admiration, he reached his hand over, assisting you to put it on.
It gets clicked in place on your next, his eyes softened, he adored the way it looked on you, it made him melt.
It was never even asked whether or not you wanted it, your opinion doesn’t matter in these cases, it’s like he owned you, ruled over you like a king in this twisted world.
You have no control over yourself, he was taking it all.
“My good pup doesn't take off their collar. Neither will they try escaping from their owners, do you understand?”.
He spoke like it was some sort of sinister roleplay, but you knew his words held truth, regardless of the tone.
It was like he was reminding you of your rules, without trying to have too much power in his voice, he never wanted you to be scared.
He needed you to like him, fear wouldn’t get him there.
It doesn’t help you worry any less, it only further makes you sick to your stomach, it’s like he sees you as a game, something to learn—to capture.
“I’ll be back, be good for me, love”.
The door shuts once again, without the usual click you hear from him locking it outside.
You don’t know exactly what got into you, but your brain said, this must be your chance.
This is the only opportunity for a chance at normal life again.
You missed your friends, family, even the job you once dreaded going to, it was all a part of your routine, it was something that was yours, not his.
You needed to reclaim that power, you couldn’t let him just do this, it’s gone on for what feels like forever, even if you don’t know the exact amount of time you’ve been here.
Your legs quiver as you rise from the cold floor, the underlying anxiety that couldn’t be shaken off.
The room had no signs of something that could lead to help with your escape, it’s dark, grey, it feels moody and you can’t tell if it’s from your mind or if that’s how the room has always been.
There’s no windows, not even decorations, it’s like he cleared anything that could offer you insight, or potentially harm you.
The only option is to go out the door, make a run for it, try and find someone to call the police.
It feels as if every step takes a lifetime, your walking limped despite not being injured, your body couldn’t help but tremble.
Your hand shuddered as it reached the door knob, the metal was cold on your palms, it clanked as you were hesitant to pull it.
Your breathing became labored, you didn’t know what could be beyond the door, all of the things Mingi could have done.
It’s the familiar click, the one you heard every time Mingi came in, this time coming from you, as you opened the door.
There it was.
You should’ve known.
It was too good to be true.
He was testing you, like you’re his subject, and you had just failed.
He said he would never hurt you, you didn’t know what to believe anymore.
He pushed into the room, shutting the door once again, not giving you a chance to see where you are, any signs of outside the basement, it was all gone.
“Did I not just tell you, a good pup doesn’t try to leave their owner?”
You circled back to him saying that earlier, that sentence had gotten pushed to an afterthought in your brain, you thought it was one of his usual tangents.
No, it was a warning.
“What the fuck, I—I have been doing so much! So goddamn much for you, and all I ask is for you to behave, and to love me, can you not do that? It’s not that fucking hard!”
You never saw him snap like this, it was as if the thought of you leaving him, sent him into torment.
“I’m sorry, this is gonna hurt me more than it’ll hurt you, it looks like I haven’t been training my baby enough, I gotta teach you a lesson, yeah?”
You felt chills as your whole body shivered, his words sounded more like a threat, than the compassion wrapped around it.
You yelped, you were thrown against the hard wall of the basement, it echoed in the room from the harsh thud of your spine hitting the wall and colliding with the ground.
“Listen, I'm only doing this because I love you”.
It sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself, his obsession makes it hard to do this.
“You look so vulnerable right now, you’re so beautiful when desperate, I could kill you right now if I wanted to, you’re too fucking cute”.
The words clash with each other, it’s as if he’s getting off to the thought of using you, you have no fight left in you, no more screams, not a single kick, you can’t help it anymore.
He reaches in his back pocket, the sight reminds you of the first time he showed you the lengths he’ll go.
Yet this time, it’s your turn.
It’s a different knife than the one you saw before, it looked like a typical pocket-knife yet with a bigger blade.
It was dragged along your arm, teasingly, as if he was sending a warning out, before it dug into the flesh of your arm.
It must have only been minutes, but it felt like hours, each carve sent a world of pain into your arm, the sound of the skin opening each time was enough for you to remember for the rest of your life.
You were forced to watch as the skin came open, again, and again, he smiled while pulling away, your stomach curled in repugnance, it was a feeling of pure nauseousness.
“I’m all done, it wasn’t that bad—was it?”
It felt like a sick joke, his audacity to say such a thing, when your arm couldn’t stop stinging from each wound inflicted.
“I marked you, now you’re forever mine, there’s no leaving me, there isn’t any reason to, I have everything you need—please just try and not give me a reason to do anything else, I love you.”
He spoke as if you had broken a plate, it was a playful scolding, a dark comparison to what actually had happened.
You notice his choice of words, and decide to look down at your arm, that choice left you repulsed.
Your face contorts into a state of sorrow, you can’t possibly understand what you’re seeing, it’s hard to even react.
He wrote his name, he had written his name on your arm, it’s there—it’s permanent, it’s going to scar.
You feel like throwing up, crying, anything would be better than living in this moment, but your body is so deep in shock that nothing can come out.
As you continue to look at it, your eyes are unable to peel away, it’s compelling, you can’t wrap your head around the thought of him doing this, all the things he could ruin you with.
A warm damp washcloth is now patting against the blood, this twisted aftercare done by him, he treats it mundane, pressing kisses here and there to calm you.
“You handled it pretty well, I know you’ll be good for me, just needed that extra step”.
You nod, not out of agreement, but because of your fear of what will happen if you don’t obey him.
There’s one last kiss planted on your cheek, before the room is empty again, you’re left sitting with your thoughts.
A glance down at your body reminds you of the situation you’re in, there’s bruises all over from each part of you hitting the floor and wall, you don’t even want to remember your arm.
You curl up, attempting to make light of it all, you’ll go to sleep, and try to push forever, you can’t dwell on it too much, you’ll continue to feel anguish.
Avoidance has always been your preferred method of handling your problems, it’s only typical.
You want to cry, but there’s nothing left in you to, he took everything from you, and made you a shell of who you once were, even your emotions revolve around him.
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It’s the next morning, or at least it’s what you consider morning now, he practically took the concept of time away from you too.
Your eyes flutter open reluctantly, you don't feel ready to face another day, not quite yet, it’s even weirder when you feel something against you.
Your eyes glanced back, and there it was, Mingi had come in while you were sleeping, his arms wrapped around your waist, his eyes wide open, just looking at you with a gaze that screamed infatuation.
You wondered how many times he had done this, if this is just the only time you’ve noticed, but before you could continue to process your emotions, he spoke.
“G’Morning, you’re such a cute sleeper, i’m having a break from work, so i’ll be spending time with you, isn’t that great, my love?”
What he intentionally didn’t mention is the fact he only had a break from work because he took a hiatus, told stories of stress—being too busy, he lied to his members and all the staff, he could feel a bit guilty, sure.
It was more important he was with you, especially after such a punishment.
It shouldn’t make you slowly smile back, it shouldn’t make your heart flutter.
Give yourself the benefit of doubt, it is a nice action, to your knowledge he was finally getting a break from work everyday, and he decided not to rest, but to come comfort you.
He didn’t have to do it, he didn’t have to do any of this just for you, but he did.
You had issues with avoidance, insecurities, stress, and the list could go on, maybe you’re lucky to even be wanted by him.
It wasn’t like he’s totally creepy, he’s good looking, and he doesn’t hurt you—well, one time, but that could be written off as your fault.
Maybe you thought about this all wrong, work had been draining, you felt like everyday was a chore, doing things was nearly impossible.
Mingi changed that, he’s there to take care of you, and it really wasn’t that bad, was it?
You leaned into his touch, shamefully indulging in the cuddles he was giving, the comfort did feel nice, it wasn’t something you got often.
You especially needed it after how stressful yesterday was, he may have broken you, but he’s doing his best to fix it.
Aren’t you too harsh on him?
“That’s my love, you don’t even realize how happy it makes me you’re here with me, my god, i wish i could worship you”.
Each word of praise filled your head, it was slowly washing off your previous concerns, and melted into weak fondness.
You gasp as he abruptly slips his hands between your thighs.
“I need you, I won't put it in—Im not worthy of that, just wanna make you feel precious, can i please touch you, my love?”
You argued with yourself in your mind, it shouldn’t even be a second thought, however he did ask, regardless of it being the bare minimum, it felt nice to hear.
“Um, yeah, you can go ahead”.
His gaze was full of genuine love and determination as he heard you, the same palm that once rested on your thigh, is now wasting no time to slip on your core.
He was messy, he dragged his fingers and what felt like his whole hand across the heat of your cunt, he rubbed against your wetness as if you’d run away.
It was a constant overstimulation, there’s no way for you to protest, the moans and whines just fell out of your lips.
It worsened as his fingers began to enter you, he was anything but gentle, it was harsh direct movements against your g-spot, it felt like you were about to pee.
He continuously dragged his fingers inside you, causing your arrival to build up faster than it ever would when you did it yourself, all while pressing his thumb against your clit.
“You’re doing so good for me, I knew you would, you can let go, love”.
Something about his words left you breathless, it was the final push.
You let out a guttural moan as you finished over his fingers, feeling the wetness drip past your thighs as a reminder.
Fingers are brought to your mouth, before pushed down your throat—causing you to gag on them.
“You’re so fucking hot, that was perfect, you’re perfect”.
Endless amounts of praise slipped past his lips, surprisingly more than his usual amount which was already a lot.
He further held onto you, a warm aftercare contrasting with the coldness of the basement.
Could you please, pretty pretty please, do Seonghwa x Chubby reader? 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
Heaven
Oneshot
Seonghwa x chubby reader
( thank you for the request ! )
PURE fluff of boyfriend Seonghwa loving you
Spending time with Seonghwa was heaven.
He shared a dorm, you got to know Mingi and San pretty well, as an extension to being with him.
They were few of the first members he introduced you to, you always worried about meeting them all.
He’s an idol, his life requires him to look stunning, and he did a good job at that.
You were just yourself, or at least you thought.
You had more thickness, it'd be lying if you said it didn't cross your mind whether or not they’d judge you.
Seonghwa never gave you any reason to think they would, his members are just as sweet as him.
It’s just hard to not have any amount of self doubt.
Upon meeting them, you got all the worries relieved, they were accepting of your relationship.
Even thinking you fit Seonghwa perfectly, so it was easy to fall into routine.
Seonghwa finishes his schedule, you come over and greet Mingi and San, then hang out with your boyfriend.
When you walk inside, the living room consists of various decorations, each person contributing a piece of them, now with some of your flair, due to you always coming over.
You head into Seonghwa’s bedroom like usual, careful not to bump into any of the legos put up, and plop onto the bed behind where he was sitting.
He sat in a gaming chair, scooted into his cream white desk, it was meticulously organized, and he had lego pieces spread across the desk, the box of the Lego Death Star set was sat next to him on the floor.
“Dont just lay there— come on, help me finish this, baby”.
You let out an airy chuckle, he gets so cute about his hobbies, you’re practically a lego practitioner for him, any huge set that would usually take days to weeks, is now getting finished and put on his display sooner.
“Okay– Okay, I'm on it, love”.
You’re sitting on his lap, plush thighs over his legs as he instructs you on how to put it together, brows furrowed in deep concentration.
When you’re finished, your reward for being his helper is plenty of kisses, next time letting you pick your own Lego set to do together as well.
You spend time having movie nights together, he sets up the whole room with candles, dimmed lights, and all of your favorite snacks.
You take turns picking which movie to watch, when it's his choice, that means be prepared for seeing the Star Wars trilogy, and he’ll pause to explain his favorite parts, even getting up to show off his lightsabers if the opportunity comes up.
Watching a movie also gives him an excuse to do his beloved thing, cuddling with you.
He has his hands all over each part of your body, he lays his palms on your plump areas, providing comfort to both of you.
It brings him ecstasy being able to rest on you during these cuddles, his head will be buried between the fat of your chest, or laid onto your tummy, he’s gonna be tangled with you, like you’re his favorite pillow.
He sneaks kisses on every part of you with skin available, your body has him obsessed.
“I can’t get enough of you. My beauty, my love.”
Endless praises, distracting you from the movie playing, he’s more focused on the sight near him.
When a movie isn’t on, you’re playing games together.
He's a huge fan of cutelike gaming, so he roped you into joining him.
You now have your own section in his animal crossing home, little decorations that reminded him of you, and going on hunts to find villagers you both like, one day he surprised you with the villager Ione, the sweetness of the action sending your heart into flutters.
You even venture out to play on your own, stardew valley, the sims, and he peeks at your screen, proudly admiring his influence on you.
You became his muse, he has an unwavering appreciation for fashion and modeling, so he uses your figure to pose in for styles.
“That silhouette fits your curves perfectly, you’re stunning”.
He’s feeding you compliments genuinely, everything about the way your body holds up the fabric, the way it sits on you, he couldn't pull his gaze away.
Your figure just adds to how attractive you are.
It isn't just nice, he’s attracted, when you’re wearing those clothes, he feels like the luckiest man alive, being your partner is a gift.
It won’t even be able to cross your mind all the things people say, whether or not a certain body type fits those clothes, he will prove them wrong every time.
Your body is to be adored, worshipped, he will continue to whenever he has the chance.
He gifts you designer pieces, when something catches his eye and seems to fit you, it’ll be in your closet shortly, the price doesn’t even cross his mind, the only matter is whether or not you’ll like it.
You make use of all the outfits he gives you, when you two go out with each other.
Seonghwa is a self proclaimed foodie, so he likes it the most, getting meals with you, especially when you get desserts.
He’l find the best bakeries, and share pastries, cookies, mochi, San’s strawberry cake, whatever you’re both craving.
summary - You spend time with your boyfriend Seonghwa, you take a bath together to relieve stress, but he had ideas other than washing off.
genre - fluff and smut
warnings - oral (reader receives), and fingering
It started innocently.
It was your day off, he had a break from schedules.
You sat in his room together, you’re in the soft bed with seonghwa, enjoying each other's company.
you both have been stressed from work, so this time off felt perfect.
You and him resting together, as he showed you how to build lego flowers, it was silly yet romantic, and you really adored that about him.
Your gaze softens as you listen to him ramble about his nerdy interests.
After it was perfectly assembled, he made the cutest sound.
“Ta-da!”.
As he presented the finished bouquet, you giggled at how adorable he can be.
He finished putting up the legos, nice and high to make sure your creation doesn’t get messed up.
He plops back onto the bed and looks at you.
He pouted.
“Mm, I missed being like this with you” .
He whines while looking into your eyes gently.
“I missed you too baby, you’re so clingy” you mumble teasing him.
the redness on his face did not go unnoticed, then he proposed that you take a bath together.
You look at him confused, until he takes your hand and leads the way.
The bathtub is full of warm water, bubbles, the aroma with a cotton and lavender scent, and rose petals littered across.
He looks at you with a soft smile.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up, my love”.
He helps you get undressed, you blush as he softly removes your clothes and let them fall to the floor.
He proceeds to quickly remove his own and guides you into the bathtub, sitting behind you.
It’s all so calming, as he caresses the soap onto your body.
You can’t even see his face. but you can tell he’s looking at you like he adores you so deeply.
You can feel his love for you in every touch.
He presses soft kisses onto your neck, and cheek as you both rest in the warm water.
Your worries wash away as you both mumble sweet-nothings to each other.
Just smiling as the presence of your deep care for one another fills the room.
But— his touches start to linger.
You at first thought it was your imagination running rampant when your core heated up from the slight brush of his hand against your inner thigh.
That was until he whispered in your ear.
“You look so beautiful like this, I want you so bad my love”.
Your cheeks redden deeply as his words come out.
However, you can't help but lean back into his touch, you were deeply craving more.
“Can I touch you? I wanna make you feel good”.
You mumble your response with haste.
“Yes, Hwa”.
Showing how eager you are to feel him on you further.
He moves his soft hands that were once rubbing your back to start rubbing your breasts gently, slowly pressing soft circles on your nipples and giving small pinches as he kisses your neck.
The soft kisses on your neck start to get more vivid and rushed, leaving bites and dark hickeys across your collarbone and behind your ear.
You moan out his name, when his kisses turn into sucking on your neck, his wet spit glistening as a necklace.
“Spread for me, baby”.
He spoke more as a suggestion, since he was already pushing your legs apart, practicing manhandling you with the strength of his hands against your thigh.
Your breath hitches as he teases you, brushing his hands against all the spots of your inner thigh but missing the place you wanted him most.
It isn’t until you’re about to whine out in protest that he finally sneaks his hand down your cunt.
The warmth and wetness is not even hidden in the bathtub.
“Fuck, i barely touched you and you’re all wet for me”.
You don’t even have enough time to show your embarrassment, he starts to rub his middle finger against your clit, giving it playful touches yet never giving enough to satisfy you.
He toys with your little clit for as long as he wants until he finally picks your soaking body up, you gasp in surprise.
He sets you on the shower bench, and opens your legs back up.
“Is this pretty pussy all for me?”.
he looks into your eyes while on his knees, and you can't do anything but moan his name louder and beg for him to finally give you what you’ve been wanting.
He scoots up the shower, water sloshing at the movement of him crawling on his knees until he gets his head close to your soppy cunt.
He first tests the waters, giving it a small kitten lick, looking up to notice your reaction.
As he sees your hazy expression, he starts to make his licks more purposeful, slobbering his tongue up and down your clit, sucking on it and whimpering into your dripping cunt as you get even wetter for him.
The only words you’re able to speak are incoherent mumbles of his name and pet names in different variations, causing him to slightly smile as he works harder.
He then takes his middle and ring finger and quickly jam them into your cunt, they go in without issue from just how soaking wet you are for him, he curls them upwards, hitting your gushy walls and g-spot while salivating and sucking on your clit.
“Fuck— Baby I’m close”.
You whimpered, not holding back noises, with your head tilting back, hitting the cold shower wall.
“Let go sweetheart, go ahead and cum for me baby”.
The words muffled into your wet cunt.
The continued fingering and sucking causes you to be pushed over the edge.
Your whole body convulses as you drip out into his mouth.
This arrival being the best one you ever felt, you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking.
He shyly pulls away as he notices you finished.
“So, do you wanna watch star wars with me after we clean up?”
He uttered.
You can’t help but laugh while nodding.
He gives the softest aftercare, drying you off and putting floral lotions onto your body.
Attempting to hide his grin at the amount of marks he left on you.
When he’s finished dressing you up, he plops into bed and cuddles with you, not forgetting to turn on his favorite star wars movie.
You’re prepared to learn more about the lore of why he bought so many Star wars legos, that are spread across your shared room.
Calming moments like this remind you of how much you love him.
His hands are long enough to feel every little spot of your gummy walls, not showing any mercy as his fingers reside in every crevice.
He will be hitting your g spot effortlessly with every curl.
It takes so much self control to not cum on the spot because he’s so good at what he does, he even gets cocky about it, he just knows.
Thinking about his silver rings and long nails, how you’d feel them push at every spot, the coldness contrasting the warmth of your cunt.
It’s breathtaking in every way as the nails add length and the rings add width, making his perfect fingers become even harder to resist.
You can't hold back from him even if you tried your absolute hardest.
He doesn’t quit finger-fucking you even after you cum, he simply pushes his fingers deeper into your dripping cunt while using his thumb to rub on your clit softly.
He enjoys watching your eyes water and body shake as you’re pushed into overstimulation.
He likes the neediness and how you’ll beg him.
“Please, Yunho— I need you”.
You chant like it’s a mantra, yet you never specify what you’re saying please for.
He knows you’re too much of a slut to actually ask him to quit.
You enjoy him using your little cunt as he pleases and continue to let him.
When he’s done he makes an effort to stick those long fingers down your throat, making you taste your own cum.
He then presses on the back of your tongue to gag you then pulls out and cleans the rest with his mouth.
Looking up into your eyes with a lustful gaze, as he does it.
summary - Seonghwa gets bored of animal crossing and finds a new way to relieve stress, little did he know what would come.
Hongjoong needs something from Seonghwa, but he’s left not ever getting it, or remembering what “it” even was.
genre - smut
warnings - hongjoong x seonghwa pairing, degradation, masturbation, piss kink, small mention of humiliation kink, and general shameless MATZ shipping
authors note - another rewrite of an old fic 🤍
They had finished yet another day of performing and arrived back at their hotel.
Seonghwa sits inside the hotel room laying on the big bed covered in fluffy blankets.
He sat comfortably as he played animal crossing underneath the sheets.
It isn’t often he gets time to himself so he takes this time to finally relax.
He moves around in game, adding new fish to his museum and decorating his island.
He loved interacting with the animals on his island, the members even teased him about how long he played with them.
However— there seems to be an itch in his brain that isn’t being fixed by his usual soft game-plays.
It wasn’t satisfying him the way he needed.
He decided to put the switch away and just scroll on twitter.
He looks through hashtags to see what atinys are saying about their newest performance, most posts are the common “He’s so handsome”.
Or the usual, “They’re so talented”.
Yet one post seemingly different caught his eye.
There was a user named JxxngHwa who posted a tweet, this tweet was much more attractive, it was wrong, Seonghwa knows he shouldn’t.
But nonetheless, he clicked on the account and decided to scroll through it.
That decision might have just changed him.
His expression was left aghast at the things he saw.
These were shippers.
But not the wholesome kind.
Not the kind who see him and Hongjoong together, and call them the parents of the group, that’s cute.
Not the kind that made edits of the two as a pair.
It was something he had never seen before, something unexplored.
That night, he couldn’t hold himself back.
He read multiple fanfics.
He laid watching multiple videos.
Those videos entail what the user JxxngHwa seems to think Seonghwa and Hongjoong do in their free time.
It should be disgusting to him.
But for some reason, Seonghwa found himself biting his lips, and being close to the edge at every word and every video clip.
“Just this once”.
He thinks to himself, as he finally pushes the fabric of his thick sweatpants and boxers down, leaving little to nothing revealed.
He clicked on the video titled, “HxngJxxng being a good boy for his Hwa”.
The video was raunchy in all the worst ways, Seonghwa knew he should be ashamed, that was his friend they’re talking about— doing these things with him.
Yet, the sight of the little body resembling his best friend Hongjoong having his holes rammed into, being spanked, even pissed on, for some reason had Seonghwa in a trance.
He worked his hands up and down his thick shaft, nibbling on his lips to hold back a moan.
The video got more intense as the guy resembling Hongjoong arrived and started trembling, just for the man looking like Seonghwa to start fucking into him even harder.
That sight had Seonghwa close to the edge, toes gripping the ends of the hotel bed sheets.
Seonghwa moved his hands even faster, not noticing the sound of the door opening.
Seonghwa immediately drops his phone and his gaze changes from aroused to frightened as he notices Hongjoong in the doorway.
“Uh, Im–I should go”.
Hongjoong speaks hurriedly and quickly moves out of the room.
Seonghwa looks down embarrassed, his whole body is sticky from all the sweat and fluids.
He could only focus on the underlying guilt running through his veins.
He forgot about cleaning up and decided to just head to sleep,just pretend nothing happened the next day, it’ll all be fine, right?
He turned his phone off and grimaced as he got under the covers, and shut his eyes.
Meanwhile, Hongjoong makes his way back in his room, forgetting what he came in Seonghwa’s room for in the first place.
Hongjoong sits in the chair at the desk of the hotel room.
He wants to go back to focusing on his leader duties, but he couldn’t stop picturing the images he just saw from his friend.
He wanted to see it again so immensely, he bit at his nails trying to distract himself, the guilt ran deep in his brain.
He shouldn’t be thinking that way about his friend, especially when Seonghwa didn’t intend for him to see.
He felt like a pervert, he grimaced at the feeling of his hardening under his pants.
So he strutted to the shower immediately, the cold water is what he needs to clear his mind.
He’ll just pretend nothing happened the next day.
He steps inside of the shower and shivers as the cold water runs down his back, he can’t help but remember the scene he saw in Seonghwa’s hotel room as he stands inside the shower bare.
He turns the water warmer and sets aside his shame to reflect on what happened some more.
“It’s not all that bad, right?”.
He convinces himself as he spits onto his hand and works the spit up and down his fingers as makeshift lube.
He remembers Seonghwa's thick length, the veins popping as his cock throbbed and it running through Hongjoong’s imagination, was enough for Hongjoong to finally put a finger in.
He groans at the feeling of the intrusion, it feels like a foreign object at first, but as he thinks more about Seonghwa’s throbbing length, he gets wet enough to stick another finger up his tight ass.
He works the fingers in and out, quickly forgetting the original plan of the shower.
He began to let his moans out.
“Fuck, Seonghwa, Right— Ngh there”.
As he imagines his fingers are Seonghwa’s wet cock instead, he wonders how Seonghwa would fuck him, if he’s gentle or if he’d show no mercy.
Hongjoong would take it either way, he’d like to beg Seonghwa to cum as he gets edged for hours.
He’d let his only pleasure come from Seonghwa’s harsh foot stomping on his cock to humiliate him.
He wants to be degraded.
He gets lost in his fantasies and pumps into his ass faster and harder until he finally tilts over the edge and shudders as he reaches arrival.
His wetness squirts out dripping down his legs and splattering on his stomach.
His whole body spasms as he’s pushed into overstimulation, moaning out Seonghwa's name with no shame as his cum paints the shower walls.
The overstimulation pushes him into a new edge to the point where piss starts to squirt out of his dick.
The thick liquid dribbles out of his tip and he whimpers at the feeling, it isn’t until his whole body is sticky and sweaty, with his chest heaving that he realizes what he did.
He just got off to the thought of his best friend.
Oneshot of boyfriend San comforting the reader with depression
San x reader Fluff
San always paid attention to detail, he noticed the spark in your eyes start to dimmer, your lack of interest in the things he knew you loved. It felt like a part of you was fading away, you weren’t getting out bed, you didn’t laugh at his stupid jokes. There was something off.
He gives you space at first, He didn’t want to overwhelm you, he needed to be responsible.
So he lets you rest, he gives you time to come to him yourself.
That’s until he can’t help but ask what’s going on.
It pains him to think of the possibilities of what could be wrong, he’ll pace the room overthinking. His mind was working overtime of all the things it could be. He can’t help but worry about you.
When you finally open up to him about your depression, the look on his face softens and he cannot stop himself from pulling you into a tight hug.
He decided on using his arms to contain you as if you were gonna run away. Cuddling you tight, as if to protect you from all the stress of the world.
After the heat of the moment settles down, you shift into your regular routine with him, but with a touch of gentle care, his way of comforting you without being overbearing.
He makes an effort to check in on you, “Have you eaten, drank water, showered, slept well?”.
He practically goes over a checklist, he’s using all his will to not ask even more self care questions.
When he sees you unable to do these things he assists you with them, making the tasks easier.
He’ll start the warm shower and help you wash yourself, cook you meals and buy ingredients easy for you to make.
He’ll be rewarding you with hugs and gentle kisses pressed all over you, every time you complete a task.
He does whatever he can to make things easier for you, he feels a drive to make you feel better.
When things are completely too much he’ll let you rest on his chest, the muscles acting as a cushion for your head and body.
He’ll rub your back as you sob into his arms, or tell you stories to cheer you up when you’re too numb to even cry.
He’ll keep checking on you even as the episode starts to fade away, reminding you to come to him if it ever gets bad again.
Hiiii! I really liked your Hongjoong x chubby reader a lot. I was wondering if you had the time if you can make one for Yunho. If not its totally fine as well. Have a wonderful timezone!
Softie oneshot about boyfriend Yunho adoring his chubby partner aka you
Yunho x chubby reader fluff based on this lovely ask (thank u for it 🤍!)
Being with Yunho felt like bliss.
It’s been years since you two got together, it was a small date in the cafe by his apartment. When he finally got the courage to ask you out.
Since then it's been simple comforts.
You sit on his lap while he plays games, he wraps his long hands gently around your waist, caressing the plush thickness of your stomach.
When his hands aren’t on the keyboard, they rest, grabbing some part of you, the feeling comforts him.
He sees you like an alluring cat, showing you their primordial pouch if you ever complain about the roundness of your tummy.
“See how cute they are still? It’s just like you, babe”.
Another thing he loves is your stretch marks, you get chills whenever he drags his finger across them, rubbing the patterns.
Your stretch marks are like line art to him, and the rest of you finishes the painting.
When he gets the chance, he kisses them, leaving a compliment each time.
“Your smile makes me happy, you make me laugh, you—”.
If you don’t cut him off, he will really keep going.
Your chubby cheeks are next on his list, each time you smile they get even bigger.
He resists reaching over to squeeze them every time, his resistance lacks, so expect grabby hands very often.
He also likes the way they look from the side, your face looking so doughy, so angelic, like the buns sold at the cafe you two met at.
He can’t get enough cuddles with you, he likes using your chest as a pillow.
He ignores all protests of how tall he is, he’s gonna end up tangled in bed with you every time.
Your body never crossed his mind in any way but beautiful, his attraction to you is inevitable.
If you’re a foodie type, he’s big on taking you to restaurants, cute diners and simple occasions like, eating snacks together while playing a multiplayer game. It makes his day seeing your body in different outfits.
If you think to hesitate about wearing something different just because of your body type, he will be butting in with genuine compliments, praise, and whatever it takes to get you to see yourself the way he does, absolutely ethereal. The curves just add to your look further to him.
When you’re in the restaurant and you let him sit next to you, his arm will be thrown around your shoulder, not embarrassed of PDA at all whatsoever. It gives him a close up view of all your features.
If he’s sitting across, his eyes will have that usual shimmery gaze, he sits there seeing you do something mundane like viewing a menu, and that makes his whole day just lighten.
The plump of your thighs won’t go missed, he runs his hands, fingers, mouth, across them, as often as he can. When he’s driving, expect the hand that isn’t steering to have a grip on them, they make him fold with adoration.
He’ll never shy out on affection, he simply loves you, and the parts that come with it.
Warnings- kind of dub-con ( the reader consents and agrees BUT it's unstated if it's a spell or not and reader is hostage), yandere themes in Wooyoung, and some made up words for spells.
Pairing - Wooyoung x AFAB reader, (no pronouns are used, but there is gendered parts and the nickname doll)
Summary - hot witch Wooyoung likes reader, and will do whatever to be with them. When he is, he uses it to his advantage.
It stings, the burn is agonizing, the pain of a palm pressed against the stove, or a lighter against skin.
You don't quite remember where you're sitting, your memory felt cloudy, like a puzzle piece missing in your head, in this emotionally muddy room.
There’s thick silence accompanied with short breaths coming out your own mouth.
Your wrists bound together, meaning no luck to escape.
All that remains in the pit of your memory is him.
Wooyoung.
The guy that cursed your life for good.
It feels as if every thought that isn't about him, got extracted from your brain.
He was a Glin, which is the highest rank of witches in this kingdom, you couldn't measure up as a measly Slyx.
The only option you have is, fight, flight, fawn, and freeze.
You being bound clearly shows the lack in your skill, so fawn it was.
There's an intense bang on the door.
Goosebumps run down the fragile skin of your arms, it's almost as if you can hear your heart coming to a stop, before returning to beat frantically.
“Look what we have here, my own little toy”.
Wooyoung smirked, he’s not one to be shy about having an ego.
“W..Wh.. What is it? Wh..What could you possibly need from me?”.
You deeply panicked, not even able to faux the sheer amount of confidence he possessed.
“You truly are a divine one, all I want is you, doll. All I ever wanted was you.
I could’ve used my powers, did a whole damn spell, put on a show, shall I?”.
He let out a deep chuckle, erupting from his chest.
“But I'm a real sweetheart, I'm giving you the chance to love me naturally, and who wouldn't want that opportunity?
You can climb the rank, learn a thing or two, and I? Well, I get to enjoy you, all to myself”.
You couldn’t help but gawk at his audacity, the stories told of his ego, were no lie.
You think back to earlier, he did make good points, and you didn’t have any better idea.
“I…I'm in? Um, what does being yours mean exactly?”
You could hardly finish the mumbled sentence before hearing another deep laugh from Wooyoung.
“You really don’t know? Hmm… Maybe it's better I show you?”
His gaze felt as if it pierced your soul. You felt intimated, but also needy.
“Show me, prove just how good you are”. You purposefully knew questioning his skill in anything would rile him up.
You can’t help but be attracted, he was stunningly handsome, so the flirting came natural.
As he heard this, footsteps rumbled towards you, your arms slipped out of the knots that once tied them together.
His mouth eagerly pushed against yours, his lips felt surprisingly soft, the kiss deepening as his tongue clashed with yours, the wetness exploring each part of your mouth, sent direct impact to your core.
His palm landed on your chin, keeping you steady, holding your face as if you’d run away.
He eagerly pushed his knees between your thighs, spreading your legs with ease, while also giving you something to feel as he continued making fervent moves on your now reddened lips.
“Damn, you’re pretty good, for a little Slyx”. Teasing you despite the intensity of the moment.
Before you could protest, you were being flipped over from the ground, now placed on all fours.
“Do you really want it? Can you handle it, doll?”.
Still undoubtedly using sarcasm to boast, but also giving you an out, if you really didn’t want him.
Despite this warning, you agreed, and further arched your back to provoke him, this sent him further into arousal.
He wasted no time removing your panties, before licking a stripe against your heat, evoking a moan out of you.
You had almost forgotten his rank, until he used one of his spells of course.
“Ahla Cunelius Sprahla”. It was quickly spoken in urgency.
After his sentence was muttered, you felt immense stimulation all over your clit.
There were multiple sources of pleasure in both of your holes, and they were all sloppily pressing on each and every one of your spots.
It was his finisher spell.
There were thrusts, drenched licks, sucking, little bites, every single second was another thing, getting you soaked again, then again. Bringing you closer to finishing.
Of course he wouldn’t have that.
The oral has stopped, you have no time to argue against it.
He puts you into missionary, and slips inside you with ease from the wetness.
You hadn't even noticed his clothes coming off, from how distracted you were from the stimulation.
He pressed his length far into you, each vein hitting your walls perfectly while his tip caresses your g-spot.
He let out guttural moans, coming deep from his chest. His face flushed, he was so turnt on all embarrassment was gone, the only thing left was you.
Each thrust only shoved his cock deeper.
You became breathless, whimpering out his name each time you felt his tip touch your spot another time, nails digging into his back, trying to find any sort of relief.
You shortly reached that final peak you needed, the spell paired with his actions, had you soaking past your thighs.
It dripped onto the floor while coating his dick with the juices you two keep making.
He whined in your ear, becoming more submissive as he could no longer control himself.
His body felt like it was in heat, like he couldn’t go without you for a second.
As he finally reached his arrival, his eyebrows furrowed together, a deep groan being let out.
The room was musky, his woody cologne, your bodies sweaty and the hint of sex.
He turned over to you and smiled, “Sorry, Doll. I'm usually more talkative during these moments, I didn't expect you to be so good”.
The teasing let you remember, despite the pleasure, it's still him.
Yet you’re too tired to conjure up a response, so you grudgingly lay your head on his chest, accepting the aftercare you wouldn’t admit to wanting.
His hands move back and forth “Claoth Nelith”.
The cleaning spell, he does it with ease.
Those same hands now wrap around your waist, making the cuddle even tighter.
The rank difference cannot stop his love.
Your love comes first, everything else is just secondary.
She’s a tease, she’ll know you’re busy working, that won’t stop her from sending several photos with a sparkly plug put in.
She’s insatiable, touching herself whenever you’re away, she rubs soft circles on her clit, whining at the feeling—it isn’t enough, it’s nothing compared to what you do to her.
Her other hand is playing with her nipples under the black sheer tank top she has on, she presses on them, pulls on them, any form of stimulation she’s desperate for.
She likes the attention.
She’ll be open about her nasty kinks, she doesn’t care about how it’ll be received, that only gets her off more.
She’s a big switch, she can be the perfect sub.
She’ll go deep into subspace after hearing a simple pet name come out of your mouth when she’s in the mood, her brain can only think of you, your touch, your scent, and all the things you can do to her.
You own her body, She wants you to use her.
She likes feeling owned. All the filthy bits of it, she’ll lick up your spit at the command, she gets wetter at every insult, every slap, and punishment.
It's more like a reward.
Without the praise she gets lonely, the doubtful thoughts might clog her brain, so keep using her, touching her right, it only keeps her better, she needs it.
When she’s a dom, she doesn’t resist or hold back. If you break one rule you’re now on all fours getting spanked, wax dripped down your body, whipped, and even tied up and blindfolded for her fun.
She takes her time before controlling you, she wants to smell your scent, let it intoxicate her.
She needs to ruin you, see the tears running down, so she can lick them up, give you a kiss, before doing it all again.
She gets off to breaking you, just to fix you back up.
small little one shot of soft boyfriend hongjoong with chubby partner 💗
hongjoong x reader | fluff
Hongjoong would love to simply rest his hands on the softness of your body. His palms rub gentle circles on every surface and softly around the patterns of your stretch marks. He loves everything about them, further reminding you of the way you’re a star in his eyes.
He touches them and looks at them as much as possible, eyeing you up and down, in all the good ways.
His eyes light up, you can notice a glimmer of admiration in them, As they lay on those stretch marks on your body, he views them as constellations and you can tell by the way he looks into your eyes. His stare is bold and sparkling as if you hold all the answers to the universe. You’re his star.
He pouts if you even get a thought that your body is anything but beautiful, he’ll punish you with kisses everywhere and little nibbles across your body to remind you of how loved you are.
When he gets too busy with work in the studio he sends you baskets of your favorite things, stuffed animals, flowers and your favorite snacks, and he always makes sure to leave in a heartfelt letter.
He often feels he doesn’t do enough to show his love as he’s always busy with his leader duties, it doesn’t leave much time for your relationship when he’s always having to work so much.
But you’re quick to remind him of how much you always feel it, your love for each other transcends the issues you may face.
When he gets time off he likes to just lay in bed with you.
He likes to be big spoon, cradling your body, so he can rest his hands on your tummy as he kisses up and down your neck.
The softness of your round stomach and how it’s so squishy just melts him into pieces, he wants nothing more than to lay with you forever.
You’ll be left with nibbles and hickeys all over your body when he’s done with you.
He doesn’t just do it in a sexual way but just wanting to be close to you and show his love.
He’s a romantic to his core and tries to push away his reddening face as his group members tease him for how whipped he is for you.
His perfectionism makes it hard to give his love out so you know he really cares every time you’re with him.
Yunho x reader smut, based on the yunho valorant live stream
Your boyfriend Yunho challenged you to a game of valorant, which quickly led to you losing over and over.
“Quit fucking killing me!”.
You protest his actions, he doesn’t even look sorry for it.
You pout and run off to your shared bedroom, getting under the covers hiding away from Yunho, he peeks in the room, looking at you from the doorway before making his way next to you.
“Go away, I'm tired of you”.
You groaned, turning your head away.
He just smirked at the sight,
“Tired of me? Weren’t you just screaming how much you couldn’t get enough of me?”
He teases you, your face and core heating up at the reminders of what happened last night.
“Quiet now? You seemed to enjoy screaming my name-“.
You quickly throw a pillow at him, ignoring his chuckling and the sudden lust in his gaze, “S-Shut up! I was just pretending”
You mutter out, the lie doesn’t even sound convincing.
He just gives you a knowing look. “So you pretended when you squirted all over the sheets just from my fingers? Or when you practically dug in my back while whimpering out my name when I fucked you?”
His eyes glimmer as he speaks to you, you can't even muster up a response.
You blush intensely from his gaze over your body. “You’re such a dick, I bet I could make you scream harder”, You teased, he just lights up with intrigue.
“Really? Go ahead and try” He smiles mocking you.
You grab his face, holding onto his cheeks as you pull him into a kiss, it’s heated already at the start, you aggressively make out, nibbling on his bottom lip while sucking on his tongue, and clashing teeth with him.
You waste no time in getting rid of both of your clothes, then trail your hands down his chest, looking up at him with bold eyes.
You crawl down the bed before getting between his legs, giving him no time to think before shoving his thick length in your mouth.
He began to whimper your name, as you thrusted his shaft down your throat, slurping the spit and precum that escaped.
His body shuddered with every suck, each time you brushed your tongue right across that vein, he felt on edge, holding onto the bedsheets passionately.
He shaked intensely, moaning out your name and whining with his eyes pressed together tightly, just as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, about to spill out, you pull it out.
“What the fuck? W-Why’d you stop, Baby please”
He hissed in protest, his length hitting his stomach, red and glistening from all your spit.
“I’m not letting you cum until you beg, gotta scream for it, remember?”.
You smiled, teasingly brushing your hand against his inner thigh, he shows no shame in how quickly he starts pleading.
“Please, do something, anything- Baby i need you”.
He’s breathless as he whines and his eyes well up, close to tears.
After making him plead for long enough for your liking.
You straddle onto his lap, resting your arms around his shoulders.
You kissed him again, yet this time, it was more soft.
You gently pressed your lips against his, making out passionately as he brought his hands to hold your waist, rubbing soft circles around the skin.
You then prop yourself up before pushing the tip of his length in, you groan from the pure thickness, your wetness and being stretched out by him last night helps to ease it in.
He can’t do anything but sigh at the pleasure finally reaching him, left desperate for your touch.
You take a deep breath as his thick length bottoms out, the bulge now obvious in your stomach, he fights the urge to press on it while ramming his dick into you.
Your legs shudder as you slowly move up and down on his shaft, face contorting from the tip always hitting your g-spot and how the veins feel against your walls.
You bring your hand to hold onto his thigh then start to speed up the pace, the sound of wetness and clapping from your thighs hitting each other echo in the room, he squirmed, clenching onto your waist to ground himself, he quickly moans, losing restraint and starts to thrust up, his hips hitting yours.
You cry out his name, clenching onto his cock harder than before, “Yunho- I’m so close”.
You whimpered in his ear, he got more desperate with his thrusts, now holding onto your stomach, pressing the bulge deeper, he hungrily bites on your neck while moaning out your name along with random profanities.
You could tell he was near the edge as well. His hips stuttered as he began to reach orgasm, you moaned his name even louder, feeling his seed drip inside of you.
Your stomach was getting increasingly full
“I can't get enough of you, so damn perfect”.
He cried out, continuing to thrust hard, his movements getting sloppier as he overstimulated himself to bring you to pleasure.
the feeling of how tightly you’re clenching him is unbearable.
It isn’t long before you reach orgasm as well, adding your fluids to his, your whole body shudders at the sensation.
You lay your head on his chest, both of your bodies heaving showing the exhaustion. You let out a wince as he slips his length out of you.
He then wraps his arms around you, holding your body, breathing deeply as he plants soft kisses around your tired face.
“Looks like I made you scream again, baby”.
He chuckled as you rolled your eyes, groaning at his teasing.
“If my legs didn’t feel like jelly, I'd be beating you!”.
You defend yourself then he quickly comes back, “Beat me in valorant first”.
He smiles looking down at you, never missing an opportunity to tease you.
Before you can start pouring again he’d be quick to start aftercare, cleaning you both off in the shower, changing into soft pajamas and dozing off with each other.
He holds you tightly as you sleep, and you smile to yourself, hoping for another valorant match to end like this.
Jongho has been the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for, he’s so soft and understanding of your struggles, always rushing to help you with them.
When you first met his group members it was very chaotic, 8 men in one room, and Wooyoung in general.
It was loud, to say the least.
That paired with the bright lights in the practice room.
The unfamiliar faces. The constant sound of someone talking, the air conditioning, the squeak of floor tiles. Your own breathing, the feeling of your skin on your body, that tag on your shirt that keeps brushing against your neck.
You can sense the beginning of a meltdown, the familiar feeling when it’s about to start.
You go silent, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers, as a way to soothe, get calm, and not embarrass yourself by being the burden of the room, overwhelmed by a simple task.
And he noticed you start to shut down, he always does, when you’re not looking, he’s making glances to check how you’re doing, he’s like your anchor in the sea. He resides right next to you, and notices you, just pulling on your fingers. He immediately has the members calm down, which you know is his code name for shutting them up, and in his bag is a pair of headphones for you, helping you block the noise of the outside world.
You aren’t even shocked anymore when you check the fridge of your apartment and notice all your safe foods being restocked.
He makes an effort to buy them for you, knowing you won’t eat much if they aren’t there.
He even offers to help you with the cooking since he knows starting a task can be difficult for you as well, he’ll help you through those transitions.
That causes you to get more done when you’re with him.
You aren’t the biggest fan of touch, easily overwhelmed by cuddles.
He shows his love and intimacy in many other ways.
Acts of service, like all the things he does for you on a daily basis.
He loves parallel play where you do the silly things you enjoy, resting near him while he focuses on his gaming.
Being near you in general, brings peace to both of you.
You don’t typically understand sarcasm or social cues at all, he’s always there to explain the joke to you, or offer silent support when you can’t muster up anything to say.
You won’t ever feel weird or too quiet when you’re around him, he constantly reminds you of all the good qualities you have as well.
“Being quiet just makes you a better listener, not liking touch just makes you show you're loving in other ways, your special interests just show how passionate you get about things you enjoy“.
He will go on and on, making sure you quit the self doubt and negative talk. You will find good in yourself, if he has any say in it.
He is always down to hear your long explanations about your special interest, he will binge watch with you, read the long notes you make about characters, hear out your headcannons, and of course, support you in buying those fandom trinkets you love.
The already over-decorated room you have, will surely be covered in all your interests when he’s done.
He still makes sure you don’t get too caught up in these special interests though.
if he notices you start to go hours not taking care of yourself, even missing sleep just to engage in the things you like.
He’s there to remind you of your self care, giving gentle support to keep you upright.
He doesn’t always get it, the displeasure you have for things like certain textures, random foods, the way you pull on your hands constantly fidgeting, watching you play the same song multiple times, then proceed to repeat the lyrics whenever you hear a word that reminds you of it.
He will constantly do research to make sure he can support you well, he even learns a few things about himself from doing so.
You often feel guilty, thinking it’s hard work for him to handle you.
He’s always reminding you how much he enjoys it, he does it out of pure love and wanting to be able to get closer to you properly.
He finds all your little habits cuter than you ever think, when he hears you repeat that same phrase again he can’t help but giggle to himself.
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