pairing: sub prince ! beomgyu x dom afab poor reader ?
synopsis: desperate times call for desperate measures…so you kidnap the prince of the kingdom and he turns out to be more of a handful than you expected.
warnings: kidnapping !! sub beomgyu, dom reader, beomgyu gets drugged, slight knife play, bondage, ropes, degrading, choking, riding, creampie, hand job, kinda dollification, overstimulation, hair pulling, orgasm denial, finger sucking ? (this sounds really dark from the warnings but it’s kinda unserious and silly and consensual)
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Prince beomgyu lets out a long, theatrical sigh, wandering aimlessly and weaving through the bushes and trees of the mystic forest a few metres away from the castle, needing a break from his duties even for just a second of reprieve. The air smelled of damp earth and fragrant wildflowers. Butterflies flitted their pretty wings lazily around him as he stepped over a cluster of bluebell flowers on the mossy floor, where mushrooms were also scattered of all different shapes and colours.
As he ventured deeper into the forest, vines and ivy curled around the tall tree trunks, practically moving and alive, shaking loose pink petals off the branches and falling atop beomgyu’s long hair instead.
He stops when he comes across a small, crystalline pond tucked away, watching as purple dragonflies hover over the surface, lily pads and petals floating on top and, beneath the clear water, koi fishes whose colourful scales practically glowed, swimming and flicking their tails elegantly. Beomgyu stood there for a moment, captivated by the tranquility of the scene. For a small second, it was as if he could finally forget everything.
But then, he mutters to himself, scowling. “I swear to the gods, hate the court, hate those stupid advisors. I hate them all.” Prince beomgyu kicks a pebble rather aggressively into the pond in his frustration.
A tiny fairy emerges out of the water, angrily screaming, hovering and pointing, coming very close to his face high pitched in a language he cannot understand, then vanishes in a puff of glitter.
Beomgyu stares blankly, then merely shrugs.
Instead, he takes a look back at the ethereal scenery, the forest nothing short of enchanted. Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back, basking in the golden sunrays peeking through the canopy, inhaling deeply.
But his moment of peace is abruptly interrupted when he feels a cold, sharp blade pressing against his throat.
Beomgyu’s breath catches, eyes snapping open to meet a much less aesthetic view: A dagger, pressed very intimately underneath his jaw and already practically digging into his adam’s apple, “What the fu-”
“Don’t move.” Came the voice behind him.
Oh my god. He’s going to die. This is where prince beomgyu begins to panic, immediately stripping himself of his jewellery and any valuables, tossing them onto the grass, hastily. “Here! Take it! Take all of it! Please! Just not my face! I’m too handsome to die!”
You stare at him, baffled beneath the mask you were wearing, almost forgetting to keep the dagger steadily pointed at him.
“I’m not robbing you.” You say flatly. “I’m taking taking something far more valuable...”
There was a moment of silence as he looks at you cluelessly.
Then he gasps. “You’re taking my hair?!”
“I’m kidnapping you.” Tightening your grip on the dagger, you roll your eyes, grabbing the cloth from your bag, shoving it over his nose and mouth, drugging him.
“Mmfph!” The prince protests, flailing but then his eyes roll back and his limbs go limp, simply falling unconscious.
You warily eyed up the prince who now sat unconsciously tied to a chair in your cottage, head lolling to one side.
Surprisingly, it was much easier kidnapping the prince of the kingdom than you had imagined. He didn’t put up much of a fight, nor were there any guards around him, or any witnesses at all. Quite underwhelming really.
But at least everything was going even smoother than planned, you’d even written the ransom letter and had already sent it off to the king. Now you just had to wait and soon it would all be yours.
You study the prince’s face. You’d never seen him before, too preoccupied and shut away in your cottage in solitude. You didn’t care for them. Besides, what have the royals done for you other than tax you and steal all your money? Why were they even praised anyway? They just sat around doing nothing really. It was practically their fault for your situation right now.
Other than that, the prince was almost achingly pretty. He had quite handsome features, long, thick eyelashes that practically kissed his naturally flushed cheeks, perfectly round, plump lips, messy bangs falling effortlessly over his brows. His regal attire, though a little dirtied from the abduction, still extravagant, embroidered with gold thread and intricate patterns. He looked dainty and fragile all tied up. The prince reminded you of a doll.
A quiet groan breaks the silence and your staring. The prince stirs, lashes fluttering before his pretty eyes slowly blink open, dazed. He takes in his surroundings, strangely without much alarm, gaze sweeping across the decrepit interior of your cottage before landing blankly on your black cat perched menacingly on the window sill. They have a tense, silent stare off before his eyes make their way to you, looking you up and down since he hadn’t seen your face properly before, eyes raking over your figure with a brow raised. He looked almost…amused?
You supposed you didn’t cut the most terrifying figure. No scary scars, no missing eye or other limbs. Just plain clothes, a dagger at your hip, and an unimpressed expression.
The prince speaks up. “Are you part of a rebellion? Do you want to overthrow the monarchy?”
“No.”
He lazily grins, eyes trailing down to the ropes binding him. “Hmm. Then this is… a little provocative, don’t you think?”
“The hell.” You furrow your brows at a loss of words. “No! Ransom. This is for ransom! ”
“Ah.”
“You’re the prince. Your face is probably worth more than my entire life. When your daddy finds out his beloved son has been captured, I’m sure he’ll give me all the money I ask and you’ll go back to your fancy castle.” You lean back, sighing, just imagining how much gold you’ll accumulate soon, “Don’t worry, your kingdom will pay good money to have you back.”
The prince snorts. “Will they?”
You frown. “…Yes?”
He gives you a pitiful look, “I hate to say it but I think they’ll be more relieved than horrified I’m gone, to be completely honest.”
You cross your arms in confusement. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” He says, shifting in his restraints, “that my father finds me to be an insufferable disappointment. If you think he’s going to shell out a fortune to get me back, you’re sorely mistaken. No one in that castle can stand me, too much of a ‘troublemaker’ or something apparently.”
You stare at him. “You’re joking.”
“Wish I was.” The prince replies cheerfully. “You should have kidnapped my brother Prince Huening Kai instead. They would have had a heart attack. If you’d taken him, they’d probably have sent an entire army after you by now.”
“I wasn’t even aware there were two of you.”
“Five actually.” He adds, “Maybe you should have done some research before kidnapping royalty.”
You roll your eyes, “Well, which one are you then?”
“Prince Beomgyu!” He beams, grinning widely, looking proud and smug, his expression entirely too relaxed for someone tied to a chair in a stranger’s cottage.
Maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as you were beginning to think.
It had been days.
And absolutely nothing.
No guards barging down your door, no royal army marching through the forest, no frantic messenger bird clawing at your window with a desperate letter from the king, promising to give you all the money in the land for his poor son back.
Just pure silence.
You were starting to think either something happened to your messenger bird on the way or gods forbid, they really, truly didn’t want him back.
“I told you.” Beomgyu’s voice was maddeningly smug from where he was still bound to the chair. “Face it. They don’t want me back.”
You put a hand to your hip. “You’re lucky I haven’t gagged you.”
“Oh?” The prince raises a brow, smirking.
You sigh, rubbing your temples. “Gods. You’re disturbed.” You turn away to check the kettle heating by the fire. You were going to need tea. Lots of it.
You take a tea cup in your hand, pouring the earthy, floral brew that you had foraged from the forest, steam rising in swirls and you bring it to your mouth to drink. The warmth seeping through your fingers and into your chest, making you slightly more calmed about this whole maddening situation. Beomgyu’s eyes are on you the entire time. You supposed you could give him some too. “Here. Have some tea.”
“Can’t exactly help myself, can I?”
You huff, rolling your eyes, walking over to him, bringing a cup to his soft lips for him to sip and he looks up at you with a teasing glint in his eyes almost like he’s heavily enjoying that you’re doing this for him.
He swallows, furrowing his brows and smacking his lips together, savouring the taste. “Ooh Peasant tea. I like this. It’s very different to how all of my many chefs have made it for me.”
You cross your arms, nodding in approval, “It’s the best. Practically survive on it.”
He seems amused by your love for tea, nodding, sipping some more until he’s finished and you place the cup back on your counter.
You study him intently, intrigued. “So, why were you sulking around so much by the pond, kicking rocks at fairies before I—well, pointed a dagger at your throat.” There’s no easy way to describe the situation.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to! How was I supposed to know there was a fairy there?” Beomgyu protests, finding it humorous. “But, they’re forcing me to marry some princess from some other kingdom. I don’t even know her. I don’t want to get married at all.” He grimaces, staring at the ground with furrowed brows. “I hate being a prince. I have no freedom or say in anything. It’s so suffocating. I must act in a certain way, all these duties, now marriage. I don’t want any of it.” Beomgyu looks uncharacteristically and genuinely upset about it, the most sad you’ve seen him, and that’s you holding him captive.
You blink, then almost laugh. “Wow. Poor you. You really have the worst life. Must be so hard having all your meals cooked and servants at your beck and call, sleeping in a massive bed with silk sheets. In a castle. Truly.”
The prince furrows his brows at your mocking tone. “You don’t get it. It’s not all that great, you know.”
Your scoff, crossing your arms. “No, I get it. you’re incredibly privileged for those to be your only problems.”
He sulks at you, shrugging. “I guess so. I’d still rather have your life though, a peaceful, mundane, peasant life.”
You give him a flat look, nearly amused at his comical, out of touch words. “It’s far from peaceful. I’m incredibly in debt at the moment and owe money to lots of people, scary people I can’t even begin to repay. I’m doing this because I need the ransom money. You wouldn’t last a day in the real world.”
“I would!” He heavily pouts at you, taking offence. It’s almost endearing. “Anyway honestly, being held hostage has been much better than any day at the castle.”
You shake your head at the prince, sighing.
Beomgyu talked. A lot. About the castle gossip, about the ridiculous scandals of the court, all their carefully polished lies sold to the commoners, about all his other brothers, Prince Yeonjun’s scandalous new affair.
You were very entertained, the tea you make, since it seems to be one of the only things he likes, and these conversations weirdly happening regularly.
“I swear to every god in existence.” Beomgyu had said, with all the endearing dramatic flair of someone telling ghost stories with a candle, “Prince Yeonjun was caught HALF NAKED, sneaking out of the royal astrologer’s tower.”
“No way.” You gaped, sipping on your tea.
He grins, victorious, revelling in your shocked expression. “Swear on my crown. I don’t even know why I’m the one they call troublesome.”
Somewhere along the way, you’d begun to like having beomgyu around, in a way that both irritated and intrigued you.
He was for sure a bratty prince, complaining endlessly about almost everything, the chair, food, the ropes digging into his skin (you had tied them more gently), dramatically whining about a small splinter he got because of the chair (you actually took it out for him and gave him a bandage).
But…for all his whining, very strange comments, and being a royal pain in the ass, (and though you wouldn’t admit it aloud), the strange companionship he offered, despite the messed up predicament, was starting to feel…maybe comforting? when you’d had nothing in the past but your cat, living alone in your cottage.
He’d become company. Real company. It had been so long since you’d had that.
You had one thing in common, you both hated your realities and wanted to get away. And you could, if this damn king would send you the ransom money and come collect his son. You’re honestly astonished. Would they even come for him? What were you supposed to do with him if they never come?
“Ughh.” Beomgyu groans dramatically, wiggling his tied hands pathetically. “I’m suffering.” He says with such an exaggerated pout it was almost impressive.
You turn around to look at him, wondering what it was now.
“My bangs are all in my eyes. I can’t see anything and I can’t move them away.” He blinks at you. Then, very deliberately, batts his lashes, those ridiculously long, doll-like lashes. “You kidnapped me.” Beomgyu says pointedly, deadpan. “The least you could do is brush my hair out of my eyes. Basic courtesy.”
You raise a brow. The audacity. But with a long sigh and contemplation, you wandered over, standing before him. He blinks up at you, the brown strands of his hair over his eye, genuinely a little pathetic and silly looking.
You brush your fingers through his messy strands gently, absentmindedly. His hair was so soft. His pretty brown eyes locked with yours, eyes following your face, unblinking, unusually quiet for once. Close.
And gods, was he pretty.
Your touch lingered longer than probably necessary, tucking the last of his bangs behind his ear, fingertips brushing against his warm skin. You swear the tips of his ears were pinker than usual too.
You finally step back, heart doing something inconvenient in your chest, you could only scowl at him.
Your kidnapping had been, by all accounts, a complete and utter failure. It had not been the most fearsome hostage situation either, your intimidation tactics quite lacklustre, no violence, no torturing, and no damn money.
Even your cat had gotten used to him by now, seemingly liking him, curling up often in his lap, purring contently and napping. And worst of all, You were getting used to him too.
The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting a warm orange glow in your small cottage. The evening had settled in, quiet and still, except for the rhythmic, repetitive sound of your knife chopping into carrots on the cutting board for a stew.
“Well,” Beomgyu drawls from his usual spot, arms bound behind his back and chair, voice cutting through through the ambience. “you know. You’re not exactly what I expected.”
“Why, disappointed?” Your eyes don’t leave the cutting board, still chopping and unfazed.
His lips quirk into a lazy grin. “Hardly.”
That makes you pause mid-slicing the vegetables, turning around with an incredulous look, “Are you flirting with me?”
“Perhaps. You’re easy on the eyes.” The fire flickers and reflects in beomgyu’s deep brown as you as you stare at him and you catch mischievous glint in them too.
“I’ve quite literally kidnapped you.” You fold your arms.
He shrugs in his restraints, “I know you won’t hurt me. You haven’t tortured me once. Not even a little.”
A slow smile makes its way across your lips, brow raising at what you hear, amused. Instead, you reach for your dagger, making your way towards beomgyu and his gaze follows your every movement.
“Oh?” You slowly flick some of the locks of his soft hair out his face with the sharp tip of the dagger, his breath catching in his throat at that, eyes slightly widening. Then you trace the blade leisurely along his cheek, the prince shivering at the feeling of the steel on his skin. “How are you so sure?” Beomgyu swallows, breath hitching almost looking scared for a second, but then he smirks, thrilled, eyes never leaving yours and yours never leaving his. The two of you locked in a stare now, the eye contact, quite intense.
“You like me.” Beomgyu simply grins impossibly wider.
“Like you?” You echo, sceptically, scoffing at his words. With deliberate slowness, you trace the dagger across his jawline, advancing down his pretty neck, pressing the sharp edge down a little hard—not enough to cut but enough for him to feel it and dip into his soft flesh, his skin prickling up and chest rising and falling, all tensed in anticipation. “Are you sure you don’t like me?”
You point at the now growing tent in his pants that was too hard to ignore. A violent red flush creeps over his cheeks, embarrassed as you cast a deliberate, judging glance downwards with an arched brow. How incredibly absurd. You’re pointing a knife at him and he’s getting turned on.
He purses his lips together for a second, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows but then he runs his mouth again, voice a little breathless, but he grins regardless, “What are you going to do about it?”
Where on earth does he gain this confidence from?
“Leave you. That’s disgusting.” You say, pulling your dagger away in theatrical repulse and moving away from him.
Beomgyu instantly splutters in panic, thrashing helplessly against his bonds, pathetically pleading, eyes wide. “B-but! Wait! Please. It hurts!”
You smile, satisfied, stepping closer to him once again. That’s more like it. “Why should I?”
He just looks up at you so severely desperate, so pitiful. Your eyes flicker down to his slightly wobbly lips and then back up at his panicked eyes. And as if drawn by some invisible force, definitely not of your own doing, you grab and tug at one of the ropes, impulsively leaning down to kiss him, he kisses back instantly, fervently, surging forward and leaning into the kiss as much as his bindings would allow, lips crashing together, all heated and messy, needy and sloppy, beomgyu whines softly into your mouth and gods help you, it does things to you. You bite down on his plump lower lip until he gasps, shoving your tongue down his, dominating the kiss and he just lets you.
You then pull away, he still tries to chase your mouth back even when you pull away but you move to his throat, trailing your lips down his neck, ghosting over, he tilts his head back obediently, warm breath sending him shivering before you bite and suck harshly.
“Please.” He pants, delirious, so worked up already, eyes squeezed shut. “Touch me. Please.”
How could you refute? He squirms in his chair when you begin to palm him through his pants, already embarrassingly hard, gasping so loudly, jaw going slack just from that. Beomgyu bucks helplessly into your touch as you continue to teasingly grind your palm, kissing and sucking on his neck again, he’s all just needy whines and whimpers, pleas falling from his lips for a little more.
You love his reactions and the pathetic noises he makes, so worked up from a little friction on his clothed dick. You want more of it, you want to break the pretty little prince. You sit in his lap, unzipping his pants before him, cock just as pretty as every other part of him, leaky, wet and red, you brush your thumb over his cute tip, spreading the precum teasingly slow, watching his face.
“Oh…” Beomgyu looks down himself, brows knitting together, shuddering and groaning softly.
The sound when you wrap your hand around his cock and glide your hand up and down is impossibly loud over the crackling of the fire in your cottage, sticky and squelchy and the prince already seems far gone from the slow pumping, unraveling at the first stroke, pupils blown wide, glossy lips parted. How dirty.
“Did you seriously get hard from your captor threatening you with a dagger? You’re fucking sick, beomgyu.” You ridicule him in a faux saccharine tone, hand pumping his dick faster, twisting around the tip that he’s panting now, his head dropping forward, resting and falling on your shoulder, you bring your other hand to stroke at his hair. You can tell he’s close, moaning out prettily.
He still manages to bite back though like the brat he is so clearly he’s not that much of a mess you like you want him to be, he lifts his head back to look at you. “You’re the one who kidnapped me. You’re sick.”
“Fine then. If I’m so sick, I’ll stop.” You still your movements on his dick, pulling your hand away. He wails, loudly crying at that, trying so hard to move, pulling uselessly at the ropes to chase your hand but he can’t.
“No! Please. I’ll die.” There he goes being so dramatic again, tears brimming in his panicked doe brown eyes, hyperventilating. The fact that this is the most distressed he’s gotten being kidnapped is honestly concerning. “Please,” He rasps, wrecked, dazed “fuck me.”
You cruelly laugh at the sight, tutting. “Such crude words coming from a prince...”
He just whines frustratedly in response, exasperatedly frowning like he’s having a tantrum.
“Aw. What a poor little prince.” You mockingly coo at him, stroking his cheek but he leans into it anyway, yearning for more, wanting any sort of touch from you now, you drag your teeth against the lobe of his cute pink ear licking, goading him. He shivers at that, sucking in his breath.
“You’re torturing me!” Beomgyu comically pouts.
“I thought you said I wasn’t torturing you at all.”
“Well now you are. You’re killing me. I’m going to die.”
“This is what you call torturing?” You chuckle incredulously.
“Yeah. Fuck me now.” Beomgyu looks like he might combust if you so much as deny him another second, his cock twitching in the open air, painfully red and glistening. You haven’t touched him in what? Seconds? But it feels like an eternity to him. “Just…please—”
You don’t even wait to hear more of his insufferable begging, you lift your skirt and hips up, pushing your panties to the side and sinking down on his dick unceremoniously, it nearly knocks the wind out of him, gasping sharply, mouth hanging open.
“Holy shit.” He groans. “You’re, oh my god—”
Beomgyu throws his head back, practically going cross eyed at the feeling of your warm tight pussy around him. You start to bounce on his cock continuously, riding him and holding onto his shoulders roughly to stabilise yourself., beomgyu moaning shamelessly loud, high pitched and strangled like a girl, dumb and dazed, drooling onto you at the feeling of your pussy.
You bring your hand to his cheek, kissing beomgyu hard, hands tangling in his long hair, tugging, fucking him mercilessly as he sinfully and filthily moans into your mouth. Then he pulls away.
“Choke me.” Beomgyu licks his swollen lips, looking at you sexily, eyes half lidded.
“You’re perverted.” But your hands wrap around the column of his delicate, pretty neck, now marked and mauled. Beomgyu exhales a shaky breath like it was all he wanted.
“Ah…harder.” Beomgyu gulps, pretty Adam’s apple moving as he does so.
You squeeze harder around his neck and he hisses, furrowing his brows, face scrunching up gorgeously, a pretty vein in his neck popping out. His eyes roll to the back of his head, gasping for air, letting out breathy noises, face and neck flushed, you press down just a little more, still bouncing on his cock, deliberately clenching around him. You feel him twitching inside you and then he cums, whole body convulsing, spilling his load inside your pussy.
But you don’t stop, bringing your hand to his shoulders roughly again, digging your nails into him, fucking him through it. He whimpers painfully, straining against the ropes, but he can only helplessly take whatever you give him.
“stop!—ah! too much, too sensitive…” Beomgyu sniffles and sobs, gasping at the overstimulation, babbling incoherently.
“No it’s not. You were begging to be fucked, now it’s too much for you?” You tighten your grip on his shoulders.
He’s about to whine and complain but you take two of your fingers, stuffing them in his mouth to shut him up, he sorrowfully sucks on them like a slut instead, moaning around them whorishly, gazing up at you with teary watery eyes and his pretty wet swollen lips. Gods. Just looking at the state of him, pretty, writhing, helplessly tied up, it’s making you go insane. He still looks like a doll, face red and rosy, dolly lashes thick fluttering and clumped together with tears, soft hair now all messy, bangs damp and all sweaty. A wrecked, cracked porcelain doll, your doll, yours to ruin and play with. He looks divine. What a whore of a prince.
You bounce on his dick mercilessly, riding him faster and faster and faster to get yourself to reach your high too, bringing your finger to your clit, rubbing. One final look at beomgyu’s face, pitiful doe eyes and sucking on your fingers and that does it, cumming around his twitching dick. With a muffled scream and sob, beomgyu’s cumming again, looking like he’s going to pass out, spurting and shooting more of his warm and sticky white ropes of cum into you, cumming so much, it’s all creamy, completely milking him dry, his whole body shaking beneath you and his chest is heaving like a drowning man, gasping for air.
Only then do you reach for your dagger again, slicing the rope, slithering to the ground. Beomgyu falls forwards instantly, collapsing into your arms, gripping and clinging to you, trembling like a leaf, hands roaming all over you and hugging you tight, the first time he could actually touch you. And beomgyu kisses you so desperately over and over, like he’s starved, hands shaking, clutching your clothes, you keeping his cheeks feeling equally starved.
But your kissing is interrupted by a messenger bird throwing a scroll with an unmistakable royal crest through your window. You get up to read it:
An armed procession will arrive by nightfall to collect our Prince Beomgyu in exchange for the agreed ransom.
— His Majesty, the King.
“Are you…going to return me back then?” Beomgyu says quietly, like he already knows the answer and is fearing it, his shoulders are slumped, already looking miserable and like a devastated puppy, thinking about having to return back to living in the castle.
You think for a moment. You fold the scroll neatly, setting in on the table. “No.”
Beomgyu blinks, “No?”
You smirk. “I’m taking something far more valuable.”
Beomgyu’s eyes widen, and then stars. His eyes practically lighting up, sparkling, you could practically see his tail wagging if he had one.
You both start giggling like idiots.
By the time the army reaches your cottage that evening, it is already abandoned.
And somewhere, gods only knows where, you’re running hand in hand through the forest, longe gone, cat tucked under one arm, and just enough tea packed to last the journey.
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A/n: do not ask what this is 😭 I know it makes zero sense but thats kinda the point it was just supposed to be unhinged unserious crack smut 😍🫶
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&team hyung line: how they eat you out
k: for him, it's very much a time to fuel his ego and please you at the same time. he gets hard as fuck seeing you twitch and whine and writhe from just his tongue. he's convinced no one else can get you like that. (he's probably right.) if you're able to keep your eyes open, you'll catch him smirking from time to time. very much the type to call you out on how wet you are or mock pout to you when he knows you really want/need to cum. and he gets MESSYYY with it. he's not afraid to spit and slurp until his face is glistening with you and you're trying to remember that you have not, in fact, died and gone to heaven. not usually the type to try and make you cum more than once, but if you've been extra good to him or if you've extra pissed him off, he won't even flinch when you cum the first time, already working on the second. then the third.
fuma: ugh, he's so lovely. fuma talks you through it a lot. he always starts really slow and gives you time to adjust to everything he does so he doesn't overwhelm you too much too quickly. (there are exceptions to this, but usually...) he'll soothe you by gently rubbing your thigh with his hand if he feels your tension getting high. i know, pretty. it feels really good, mm? while his tongue is carving out the perfect path around your clit and through your folds. he'll also ask you questions so he can give you what you want each time. do you want more? do you want to feel me here? do you want my fingers, too? often times, you end up holding hands while he's tasting you and either one of you could be the one to initiate this. it feels very intimate and romantic to have fuma's tongue on you because he uses it as just a special way to show you how much he loves and adores you.
nicholas: so you want to know about nicholas's favorite activity. let's get into it. my guy would rather you be sitting on his face than doing almost anything else. he will NOT be having it if you're worried about being too heavy or suffocating him. let him die then. at least he'll die happy. (jokes but like this is serious business for him he WANTS IT) to put it bluntly: nicholas is in love with your pussy. and you know it. he will close his eyes and french kiss it like it's the only thing giving him life. and his tongue... it is everywhere. one second it's about to make you fall off his face because you're glitching from the sensation of it on your clit and the next second he's fucking it so deeply into you, you have to grip onto his hair for dear life. but don't worry, he loves that.
euijoo: a moment of horny silence for the vision that is euijoo's pretty, perfect lips between your thighs, please. ... ok, moving on. one thing about anything you do with euijoo in bed: he is paying attention. not a single spasm or sound goes unnoticed. he is going to find what you like and do it until you feel like you might pass out. he likes to use his fingers a lot when eating you out. for one, it's good for enhancing your pleasure. but also... he'll take breaks to just kiss your hip, eyes glued to your fucking face while his fingers take care of you. the look of you in pleasure is his favorite thing. and it's extra special when his own pleasure isn't involved... he's selfless like that, wbk. he won't hesitate to move you however he needs to. if your hips are bucking off the bed, he'll push them down. if he notices you aimlessly reaching for something to ground you, he'll grab your hand and place it in the back of his hair. he, too, loves it when you pull his hair.
synopsis: after a big argument with her dad, hwang yn decides to move back to korea with her mother and sister hwang yeji. Not knowing that the moment she got to the school, she would be grouped up with shin ryujin the schools top athlete for a school project.
pairings: college student!ryujin x college student! female reader
featuring: itzy , enhypen , kiss of life , somi , aespa , chaein purple kiss as yn’s faceclaim , + more!
genre: classmates to lovers , smau , text fic , wlw
status: ..in progress..
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CHAPTERS
00. nyc ✈️ sk 01. dude shes my sister.. 02. new home , same me!
ᡣ𐭩 synopsis. in which yn keeps texting a random number life updates, that turns out to be the boy next door.
ᡣ𐭩 warnings. lower case intended, not proofread, kissing ? lolol, wonbin being a ynseok anti, ignore any typos pls.
ᡣ𐭩 wc. 515
“dude, just finish your job, you’ll go home and see her.” wonbin groaned, rubbing his temple in frustration at his friend’s lack of productivity.
“you don’t get it, i don’t even have any motivation.” eunseok rolled his eyes, fingers tapping on the back of his phone anxiously.
he hasn’t seen his girlfriend since the night before, of course he was feeling that way.
wonbin grimaced, but before he could reply back, sungchan entered the studio. “and why are you late?” wonbin turned to the taller guy, who said he’s going to get coffee 40 minutes ago but only came back now.
“i had a situation…” he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, “and what is it- oh right, i forgot i asked you to…”
eunseok’s ears picked on the way wonbin’s voice got quiet, however, he didn’t get the chance to turn around before he felt two small hands cover his eyes. he smiled and a small chuckle left his lips.
“guess who?” the familiar voice paired with the equally familiar scent were enough to widen his grin.
“my baby, of course,” eunseok giggled, his hands moving to hold yn’s and uncover his eyes, he turned his head to look at her with a smile still plastered on his lips.
“hi,” yn giggled shyly, cheeks slightly reddened. “hey, cutie.” eunseok giggled back, standing up and facing her so their position won’t be straining anymore.
“keep it down with the pda, or you’ll see my lunch.” wonbin groaned again, putting his headphones on before he could hear or see anything else.
“so dramatic.” eunseok shook his head at the boy before he turned back to his girlfriend who was busy giggling at the sight of wonbin complaining.
“hey, don’t look at him.” he pouted and cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look at him.
she giggled again and leaned up to press her lips against his pout in a quick move, pecking it before she pulled back again, watching as his cheeks got pink.
“goddamn, what did i say about pda? i’m telling seunghan.” wonbin groaned, standing up and taking his laptop with him. glaring at the couple as he stepped out the studio, pulling sungchan, who was silently lounging on the couch, out with him.
“now we’re alone.” eunseok smirked, leaning in till their noses almost touched. “don’t get too excited, seoki, i need to go back soon.” yn pouted, nuzzling her nose gently against his.
eunseok hummed, his hands resting on her waist and pulling her closer towards him before he tilted his head and pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss.
yn kissed back almost immediately, fingers slipping through his hair; which made eunseok giggle softly against her lips.
he always felt ticklish whenever she played with his hair or brushed her fingers through it. soon after both had to pull away for air, eunseok let himself rest his forehead against yn’s, eyes closed and lips spread in a smile.
a few seconds of comfortable silence passed before she heard him mumble against her lips;
“i love you, hong yn”
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ᡣ𐭩 notes. the end ?! i’m definitely gonna post bonus chapters at some point though (taro if u see this ily, thank u for being my no.1 supporter <3) (and thank uuu hannie for keeping me sane ‼️)
SYNOPSIS — It was already hectic enough to cry on live, but having an ENHYPEN member accidentally tweet about it was even worse. What you don’t know was the fact, Park Sunghoon, the 4th eldest member, was a very big fan of you. And what he didn’t know was the fact you were also a very big fan of him. So, that explained why part of you was hoping the tweet was from him and him only.
PAIRING — idol!sunghoon x idol-fem!reader (ft. enhypen and aespa)
GENRES — short smau + written, idol au, fangirl x fanboy, fans to lovers (?), fluff, angst, crack.
WARNINGS — swearing, crying (well duh), miso from dreamnote as y/n’s faceclaim, more will be added!
UPDATES — ongoing! (updates are whenever)
NOTE — thought of this idea while eating a donut and staring off into space… LMFAOOO idk how it happens but enjoy this silly short smau !! ignore how i keep posting smaus i’m bored okay…
bestfriend! seunghan who teaches who how to use a bong but he cant help but imagine what you’d look like with your hands wrapped around his dick instead, his mind wandering when you blow the smoke out through your lips and it hits his face, and you’re asking him if you did it right. he’s in a trance, the words barely registering in his brain the way you truly intended, but nonetheless, he tells you that you did good.
unknowingly to seunghan, you always got horny when you were under the influence, and getting high with seunghan was no help, because he was so fucking hot. you couldn’t help the way your clit throbbed at the way he packed the bowl for you, lit it, and guided you completely through the process of taking a hit. he watched you as you focused on his words, his cock growing in his pants when you hummed in response to him,
“wanna try it again?”
you nod. its all you can do now, you two were already smoking before he pulled the bong out and your body was finally feeling the effects, leaving your words stuck in your throat.
“try to take a bigger hit this time, i’ll light it for you” he grabs his lighter and sparks it once you place your mouth on the bong once again, gripping tightly around the pipe and seunghan has to stop his mind from wandering again while he has an open flame so close to your pretty face.
he feels his cock straining in his pants now, but he tries to ignore it when he sees that cute triumphant look on your face after successfully taking a hit out of the bong. he flashes you a smile, one to show you that he was impressed at how easily you learned, and for himself, to snap out of these dirty thoughts he was having about you. his best friend. he couldn’t do anything with you like this, it was just the weed making him feel this way, right?
based on real life? possibly 🤓 also full fic coming soon for this hehe
warnings: Lee Minho/fem!reader.. smut.. angst.. asshole!minho.. unprotected sex.. lmk if i missed anything.
wc: 1.5k
Note: hiiiii!! this is my second story!! please lmk how i can improve, open to constructive criticism. Like & Reblog <33 . please enjoy :))
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The only noise that can be heard in the silent apartment are the screams of terror coming from the TV. Binge watching the Conjuring franchise on Saturday night, impatiently guzzling down all the snacks in sight as I wait for his text. Internally wishing I had taken up my friend’s offer to go clubbing tonight instead of staying home waiting for some boy to text me. How pathetic.
30 minutes pass and still nothing. Not even a snapchat “memories” notification. Finally accepting defeat, I turn off the TV, getting up and pick up all the trash I left scattered from my atrocious binge. Slowly making my way to the kitchen, suddenly I hear my phone go off. Dropping all the trash and my blanket on the kitchen floor; running straight for the couch.
Opening up my phone and seeing it’s a message from him. The Lee Minho. I felt the butterflies go crazy in my stomach and I haven’t even read the message.
“ Hey. U busy? ” Responding immediately after, “ no. ” He opens the message not too long after leaving it on seen. And with that, I knew he’d be over soon.
Instantly feeling a small sense of dread hiding underneath your excitement. You loved him so dearly, you loved being with him. The way he makes you feel in and out of bed, the way he knows you and your body like nobody else. No words can describe how happy you are when you’re in his arms, when he holds you close and whispers your name. But no words can describe the pain you feel once you see him walk out the door. Leaving you in the bed, nude and abandoned, insecure and empty.
Deciding to freshen up and clean up around the house before Minho arrives. Picking up the mess you had previously made. As you start to finish up , you can’t help but feel a tinge of discomfort… A sense of worry deep deep down. Trying to not let it affect your sudden surge of excitement knowing Minho was coming, you ignore your feelings and carry on what you were doing.
You sit down on the couch wrapping yourself up like a burrito while you wait for Minho to get here. As you’re about to click play on the movie you hear a knock on the door. Quickly jumping up and hauling ass to the door. Taking a quick pause to glance at the mirror beside the door; you check yourself out then take a deep breath to gather yourself. You didn’t want to seem desperate so you a couple seconds before opening the door.
As you open the door you go to greet Minho but he swiftly walks past, making himself just at home. He sits himself on the couch grabbing your blanket and the remote to play the movie. “well hello to you to” you say with a hint of sarcasm. “Do you want something to drink or eat?” you say as you head to the kitchen “yeah. Just some water please.” Grabbing a water bottle from the pantry and heading to sit down next to minho. Handing it to him then laying down on the sofa.
Minho quickly takes notice and engulfs you in a hug letting all his body weight rest on top of you.
Wrapping your arms around him letting out a content sigh, your mind begins to wander without you, wondering how and what it would be like to be with Minho, truly be with him. Not just some booty call. Wonder what it’d be like if we could hold each other like this forever, to lay in his arms, to go out on dates with him, to binge shows and movies together, to receive love and affection at all times. Just thinking about Minho makes the butterflies in your stomach do flips. You hate to admit it but you indeed had fallen hopelessly in love with him. You dream of the day that Lee Minho tells you he loves you.
You’re suddenly pulled out of your day dream by the sensation of something wet yet warm. Opening your eyes you see Minho leave wet kisses along your jaw and neck. Staring at him you let out a little giggle at his sudden eagerness. He slowly begins to get rougher, attacking your neck leaving red marks. Slightly startled by his sudden behavior. Minho had never been the type to be so aggressive and rushed. Regardless you let him do his thing, embracing his lust letting out little moans. He begins to get much needier than before; hands wandering all over you. He harshly grabs your waist quickly moving to your ass then up to your breasts. Yet another wave of uncertainty and insecurity hits you, this ugly gut feeling starts to fog your mind. You try to shove these thoughts out of your head and just enjoy this moment with Minho. Letting his hands roam your body, aggressively tugging on your top signaling you to take it off. As soon as your shirt hits the floor, Minho swiftly yet quickly unlatches your bra.
“What’s the rush Min?” you ask with a giggle yet still somewhat concerned. Minho doesn’t respond and continues to try and remove your pj’s and undergarment. “Min?” you ask again. Tugging off your clothes, Grabbing you roughly by the face ,looking up at you with lust filled eyes. “I just really need you right now” was all he said before gripping your face tighter and pulling you in for a messy kiss. He quickly pulled away to take off the remainder of his clothing before practically leaping onto you.
He makes his movements swift and fast, gripping your hips and pulling you close. Without warning he inserts himself in your entrance, making you yelp at the stretch from the lack of lubrication. “S-shit min slow down” you say while gripping tightly onto his shoulders. He looks up at your face glaring, quickly getting back to what he was doing. You shoot him a worried look but get jolted back to reality. Gasping at the pleasure you feel in your core. Eyes rolling back as Minho abuses your sweet spot. “M-Min” was the only thing you could manage to say. Feeling incredibly overwhelmed and delirious.
You managed to open your eyes, quickly locking eyes with Minho. You scan his expression. He’s getting close but you’re still not quite there yet. You squeeze his arm twice trying to signal him to slow down but he doesn’t budge. Seconds later, Minho lets out a low grunt as he paints your inner thighs white.
You’re left completely baffled and incredibly confused.. There’s a pang of guilt and hurt that hits you. Out of all the times you and Minho have slept together, he has never pulled out. Always making sure to finish in you. Minho had always told you that pulling out made him feel as though he was disrespecting your body. This was always a form of connection, a form of love and appreciation.
Minho rushes out of bed, grabbing his clothes and putting them on. Leaving you to clean up his mess. Snapping back to your senses, you grab onto his arm before he gets the chance to leave.
“Minho? What’s the matter with you?” your voice full of hurt and confusion. He stiffens, letting out a sigh as he sits back down again. Pushing the hair out of his sweaty face.
“I’m planning on asking Sullyoon to be my girlfriend…” Minho said, looking directly at you. Your eyes begin to water immediately, your mouth left agape. There’s a sudden lump in your throat, having a hard time trying to get your words out. Tears start to flood your vision, grabbing the sheets around you to wipe your face.
You hear Minho let out a chuckle, “oh y/n, you didn’t actually think this was serious did you?”
He gets up from the bed, while you look down. Feeling absolutely stupid. More tears are now streaming down your face. “I don’t know.. I thought maybe-” you begin to say, getting cut off.
“you thought what? That this would lead to something? I thought I made it clear that there would be no strings attached.” he said, annoyance lacing his words. “Well, I have to get going now, I’m meeting up with Sullyoon for a date. Wish me luck, yeah?” and with that Minho leaves.
Suddenly it feels like your life is falling apart. You quickly grab your sheets holding them close to your body. A wave of insecurity washes over you. Feeling so vulnerable and used. Ugly crying into your hands trying to figure out what went wrong. Why does she have that you don’t? What could you have done to prevent this? You love him so much, for a split second you thought he was the one. All the moments you shared, all the laughs, the memories.. They all meant nothing to him but everything to you. You know deep down.. You’ll always love him.
PAIRINGS eunseok, sungchan, wonbin, anton x reader
SYNOPSIS when your loneliness has finally gotten to you, you decide that you really need to find a boyfriend to motivate and support you through your horrendous university life. or just someone to simply keep you entertained when you weren’t studying. ( you really weren’t asking for much ) and the pink-coloured app, namely cupid hotline, seems to be glowing at you, begging you to download it
GENRE social media au with some written chapters, dating app au, university au, fluff
WARNINGS profanities, family issues, insecurities, bad humour ( i’m trying my best i promise )
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AUTHOR'S NOTE i'll be using aespa’s ningning as the face claim for the reader in this smau. as far as inclusivity goes, i’m sorry for not being able to achieve it but i do not have another choice, as faceless photos will show skin colour and hair too. i hope you’re able to understand and just imagine whoever you like in ningning’s place !!
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ CHAPTERS ♡
00 character preview & moodboard
01 cupid bot's pink hearts
02 my potential boyfriends
03 this grown man thinks he’s a brachiosaurus ( i think he’s crazy )
04 why does he look like he’s going to bully me
05 most awkward conversation i’ve ever had ( but he has a pretty face <3 )
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