Jan 13, 2023
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texting ateez after a playful fight
i love making these so much 😭😭😭😭
p. taglist: @italiekim @rielleluvs @youngestdelacour @alanniys @dogsongy @mingiholic
✄ pairing: frenemie’s ex! Seonghwa x gn! reader.
✄ genre: strangers to lovers, angst, fluff.
✄ summary: when you agreed to go on a blind date, you didn’t expect it to be with your friend’s ex, and to make things worse, you didn’t expect to like him that much.
✄ word count: 4.9k
✄ warnings: it is said mc dates both men and women, mentions of food and drinks, hospitals, a broken wrist, mc being called names. this is unedited, please bear with my mistakes.
✄ a/n: this is for the leftovers collab by @dulceamar! this was so much fun, please do check out the other participants’ works!♡ also i am so so sorry this was so late.
✄ rule #2
You are being stood up on Valentine’s Day.
It’s not a big deal, though. Or so you try to make everyone think every time they sneak a glance at you, that ‘oh no, poor thing’ look on their faces before they whisper to their companion. You are being stood up on Valentine’s Day and so what?
Okay, maybe it is a big deal. Because everyone is staring at you, and you know that no matter how many glasses of sparkling water with lemon you order, the server is going to ask you to give up your table if you don’t order actual food. It doesn’t matter how bad they feel for you.
You want to kill San. That’s what you think about as you crush the little pieces of the free bread between two fingers, letting crumbs fall on your lap. To hell with keeping up a good appearance, who’s going to compliment you on it now, anyway? Certainly not San’s friend, the one who was supposed to be here thirty five minutes ago, attending the blind date which the former set up for you two.
Things always go wrong when you accept your friends’ attempts at getting you a partner. You had fallen victim to this project more than a couple times, when they promised they had found ‘just the right person’ for you. The first one was a guy who couldn’t and wouldn’t stop talking about himself at the dinner Mina set up for the two of you—which he made you pay for, along with his Uber back home. And then texted you that you weren’t as good looking as Mina had promised, so it was better that you never spoke again.
The next time it was a girl. She was pretty and you had a lot of things in common, she was funny and thought you attractive as well. But, she was also extremely in love with her ex. Yes you were attractive, but her ex had the prettiest eyes. Of course you were smart, but her ex had published articles in important magazines. And then she cried about her break up while you held her hand and ordered ice cream delivery for both of you.
But at least neither had put you through the humiliation of being stood up on the one holiday that celebrates love and looks down on people like you: single, loveless people.
“I am so sorry I’m late there was–” there’s a guy standing opposite you, one hand gripping the back of the chair tightly while he holds a small bouquet of half withered roses in the other. “y/n?”
You look up from the very angry, already three paragraph long text you’re writing to San. You guess he knows your name because San had to tell him, obviously. But there’s that particular way he says it that immediately has your eyes widening. There has to be thousands of people who share your name, and thousands who share his. So what are the chances that the guy who is standing in front of you, your date, is your friend’s ex?
“Oh,” you mutter, standing up awkwardly. Suddenly overly self-conscious about your crumb-filled lap. “Hi, Seonghwa.”
You understand why San has no idea why this is a problem. He barely knows Eunhee, he never saw her with Seonghwa, probably… He wouldn’t do this on purpose. Even you barely saw Seonghwa with Eunhee. Their relationship was lightning quick and pretty intense, if you are to believe Eunhee, who has a flair for the dramatic, and maybe to threading bits of lies in the big panorama of what actually happened.
You know Seonghwa from the couple of times he picked Eunhee up at work. The exchanges between you being a couple of ‘Hi, how are you?’s on too long lift rides to yours and Eunhee’s shared office.
“Sorry I’m late,” he repeats, the same recognition shining in his eyes. “I–there was a lot of work to do and–” Seonghwa doesn’t like throwing out excuses, but it’s the truth. And he already feels bad enough about making you wait.
“It’s alright,” you soothe, “I know.”
Seonghwa is on his way to become a Cardiologist, which already keeps him busy enough. You remember Eunhee complaining about it, how the only thing that matters to him is the hospital and other people’s hearts. Not hers.
You're surprised he’s even out of the hospital on Valentine’s Day. Guessing the doctors who have a higher ranking than he does are the ones who can leave.
He hands you the flowers, wincing as a few pink petals fall to the ground in a flutter. This is a mess, he knows. “Please,” he gestures to the chair.
“Actually,” you say, your lip moving slightly to the left, in a wince. This is inappropriate, isn’t it? There’s some kind of rule somewhere that says you’re not supposed to date your friends’ exes. The thought that those kinds of rules only apply to people in High School flashes through your mind, but you know it’s not like that. And Eunhee would never forgive you for this. “I think I should go.”
The people around you, the ones who have witnessed the night unfold, pause. They’re not even discreet about it, leaving the food halfway to their mouths to give you an ‘are you serious right now?’ look. They saw you on the brink of tears, drinking your sorry sparkling water and chewing on small pieces of bread, only to have a perfectly good looking guy finally show up and reject him.
You finally stare back at them. Because you’re not embarrassed anymore and frankly, they need to start minding their own business. It’s Valentine’s Day for goodness sake, can’t they focus on themselves? There’s probably an engagement ring hidden in tiramisu out there, you’re not supposed to be the main focus.
Seonghwa doesn’t think of himself as a mind reader. If he did—or if he was one— his personal relationships wouldn’t fail as often as they do. But he knows what you’re thinking even before you voice it: Eunhee. He is Eunhee’s ex, and you are Eunhee’s friend and there has to be some kind of rule somewhere that says you two can’t fraternize.
“Please stay,” he pleads gently. He’s already done the most to ruin your night, and he doesn’t want you to go without making it up to you at least a little bit. And he knows wilted flowers are definitely not the way. “Let’s have dinner,” he finally notices the way the customers around are staring at the two of you and another pang of guilt goes through him. “Friendly dinner.”
You half-smile at his words, knowing he’s trying to take any implication off this whole situation. This is stupid, you’re grown-ups, these things are not supposed to matter, right? But then again, you remember Eunhee holding a Kleenex box against her chest while she told you about the break-up on your lunch break.
“Sure,” you finally sit back down, leaving the flowers on one side of the table, more petals flying down to the ground. You can only guess how many hours Seonghwa has been working judging by how tired he looks, he deserves a break and a nice meal. “The bread’s really good,” you nod towards the almost empty basket between you two, a small on your lips again.
This elicits a laugh from Seonghwa before he gives you an apologetic look from above his menu. “I’m so sorry I was late.”
You shrug. “I only accept apologies—” ‘in cash’ is the ending that you tend to use with Mina and San. “–In dessert.”
Sure, you can be friendly with Seonghwa. Being friends is not the kind of thing that’s forbidden. Plus, he is friends with San. How come you never actually met him if he’s friends with San?
“Deal,” Seonghwa smiles, and before anything else can be added, someone actually finds an engagement ring hidden in the tiramisu, and the restaurant is flooded with clapping. The world falls back on course. It’s Valentine’s Day and love is to be celebrated.
“So,” Eunhee plops down in her spinning chair, eyes barely leaving the screen of her phone to look at you, hinting she’s in fact talking to you. “How was your blind date?”
“It was okay,” you smile, still typing on your laptop. “It actually–”
“You’ll never guess what?” she interrupts, spinning once. “Yena invited Seonghwa to her Valentine’s Day party.”
“Oh,” you know your turn to tell your story is over before it has begun, and you’re somehow glad especially by the immediate mention of the ex-boyfriend you saw last night. “Did he go?”
You want her to say no more than anything. Because what if that meant he was late to your dinner because he was at said party? One that Yena and Eunhee made a point of speaking about in front of you constantly, only to never extend an invitation.
“It’s so painfully obvious they want us back together. Like, why would you invite him otherwise?”
“But did he go?” You question again, the typing finally stopping.
“Well, no,” Eunhee lets out a sigh, rolling her eyes. “He was probably at that stup– at work.”
“Right,” you nod, fingers hovering above the keys on your laptop. “And do you want him? Back I mean.”
Eunhee seems to consider this for a second. Enough for you to feel a rock drop from your throat to your stomach, settling in there with the weight of guilt.
“Do you know how much money doctors earn a year?” She questions, eyes back on her phone as she taps away rapidly.
“A lot?” You try, wondering where this question comes from.
“A lot,” she nods, puckering her lips in a thoughtful gesture. “And I think it’s time I start looking out for my future, you know? You never have enough money.”
She’s right, though. Money can never really be enough, especially if you come from a middle-class family and you’re neck deep in school debt. Which is not her case, at all. Eunhee’s family is New Money, her mother created some magical skincare line when Eunhee was a child and the rest was history. But you guessed she kind of felt that, if she became rich overnight, the opposite could happen just as fast.
You shrug. “I guess, you’re right.”
There are two knocks on your door and Yena’s head pops through before either of you can tell her to come in.
“Are you ready to start working?” She tells cheerfully. “It’s my turn to be on the video.”
You groan internally. Not because Yena wants to be on the video, but because you hate making them. However the boom of those silly short videos did earn you a bonus a couple months ago, so you keep them coming for the sake of also keeping your job.
“Let’s do it!” Eunhee joins in Yena’s excitement, both smiling mischievously at you. “Come on y/n, the long face won’t look good on camera!”
“I don’t want to be on camera,” you whine, taking your phone from the desk. “But let’s go.”
You have a few unopened messages, from San and Mina and one unregistered number. You decide to deal with all of them later, especially with San who you’re having lunch with to discuss last night.
“Well, I don’t see what the problem is,” San shrugs, looking over his shoulder to check if your food is finally on the way. “Did you like Seonghwa?”
Of course you liked Seonghwa. He was sweet and attentive and paid for the whole dinner. After the initial awkwardness there wasn’t another such moment, he spent a good twenty minutes drawing a very accurate depiction of the human heart on a napkin to explain the latest case they got at the hospital, and when it was your turn to talk about your job he didn’t treat it as anything other than the most interesting thing he could possibly think of.
“It is a problem, because it’s kind of a rule” you groan again, not surprised he doesn’t get it. “Just like, you can’t date your best friend’s brother OR your brother’s best friend.”
“That’s stupid,” San rolls his eyes, “Those are rom-com rules, y/n. They’re needed for the plot, this is real life.”
“Those kinds of things still apply,”
“We’re not in high school,” San shakes his head, already over this conversation. “Look, I had no idea he was your coworker’s ex. If it bothers you so much, then don’t see him again. Even if this was the only date that has worked for either of you in a while.”
“What did he tell you?”
“I’m not going to tell you if you’re going to be in your teen drama episode,” he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Fine. Teen drama episode is over,” you smile, raising your eyebrows. “What did he say?”
Seonghwa doesn’t have the greatest luck when it comes to dating. Sure he’s had his fair share of partners, from high school to college, to residency…Well, that doesn’t matter. The point is he doesn’t have good luck. His relationships always end. Whether on good or bad terms also comes with a tendency, which inclines towards everything being his fault.
Whether it’s his job, or that lack of connection that eventually leads to trouble, he hasn’t managed to maintain a relationship for longer than 6 months.
Eunhee was not the exception.
Seonghwa had been extremely attracted to her when they met. She was nice and sweet, and beautiful, of course. But as their relationship progressed, Seonghwa realized they might not be as compatible as he thought at first. He didn’t like it when his relationships failed, but at some point, when the ultimatum came and Eunhee told him it was either her or his career, he had to choose the one he’d known the longest.
He felt bad about it of course, especially with all the heat he’d gotten from her and her friends on social media about how he only cared about his career and never about other people’s feelings. He’d stepped away from the dating scene enough to let San convince him of going on a blind date, and surprisingly he had loved it.
But you hadn’t called him back.
He’d sent you flowers the day after the date and texted you after getting your number from San. Seonghwa felt like giving you a call directly may be a little invasive so he’d suggested you let him know when you could talk. But it hadn’t happened.
Maybe karma was finally reaching him, he’d liked you a lot, and now it seemed like you didn’t like him one bit.
Then, what were you doing at the hospital he worked at?
“y/n?”
You look up from the ground, eyes lightening recognition. “Oh, hi Seonghwa,”
“Are you okay?” His thoughts about your date finally flying away. “Are you hurt?”
You are in the ugly yellow chairs in the waiting room, hands wrapped around your phone as your foot taps on the ground. “I’m fine. I’m just here waiting for someone,” your eyes wander to the ER room, where Gaeun is.
The intern at your publicity company is hardworking enough that, trying to finish the job as fast as possible, she fell from a ladder and broke her wrist. And you had to join her on the trip to the hospital because you were the only one who wasn’t too squeamish about her broken hand.
“Is everything okay? Do you want me to ask for an update?” Seonghwa suggests once again, scanning you as if to prove you’re not really hurt.
“It’s our intern, she broke her wrist today at work, an unfortunate accident while cleaning up a set.” You explain calmly, giving Seonghwa a faint smile.
You’re grateful he’s offering, but you’re also a little anxious about his presence. Mostly because you’re embarrassed about ghosting him. It wasn’t on purpose, though. After Valentine’s Day, the company wanted you to hurry and go on to the next campaigns quickly, Spring and Easter were a lot of work.
“Do you want a coffee while you wait?” Seonghwa offers next, hands going inside the pockets of his white coat. You don’t really want to take his whole appearance in detail, he’s dangerously handsome as it is. “The cafeteria is not bad at all.”
“Aren’t you busy?” You question, but you’re already getting up from your chair. You could use the caffeine and the company, even if you’re afraid it might be awkward.
Seonghwa shakes his head before gesturing for you to lead the way down the hall.
*
Your nerves ease as you sit on the steel chair and Seonghwa deposits a cup of black coffee in front of you. Gaeun is getting a cast and her sister is on the way to the hospital, things are starting to look up.
“Sorry about your friend,” Seonghwa says, emptying a sugar packet on his coffee. “Must have been scary.”
“It was. But she will be okay, right?” you raise your eyebrows at him and he nods with a small smile. “She’ll be getting a few days off too.”
“That’s great,”
“Look, Seonghwa,” you start, your mouth in a slight wince, “I’m really sorry about completely ghosting you. The job excuse is lame, but it’s true, I’m just flooded. It’s February 18th and we’re already behind.”
“It’s okay, really. I know I didn’t make the greatest impression at our date,” he cringes, looking down at the table. “I’m really sorry about it.”
“I had a great time, it wasn’t that,” you assure, smiling at him. “I also really liked the flowers, Eun—” you stop yourself from mentioning Eunhee a little too late. She was obsessed with the flowers, taking around 20 pictures to post on her Instagram. What she didn’t tell you is that she wanted to get a reaction out of Seonghwa by doing so.
“I’m glad you liked them, and that you had a good time too, even after how messy it started.” Seonghwa chose to ignore the mention of his ex-girlfriend.
San said Seonghwa enjoyed the date too, and insisted on how ridiculous it was that you let a former relationship, one that hadn’t even lasted long enough, get in the way of getting to know Seonghwa more.
“It’s okay, I understand.”
You don’t want any more blind dates, you don't want to go through the whole process of getting to know someone and finding out your friends had got it wrong again, or matching with a person on a dating app just to realize they’d been lying about their real personality all along.
“Would you like to have coffee another time? Outside of here?” you ask, leaving your now empty cup on the table. “Don’t get me wrong, the coffee is good, but I don't really like hospitals.”
Seonghwa chuckles. “I would like that, yes. I promise to be on time.”
“Just promise to try your best,” you shake your head in amusement, “And remember apologies come in dessert.”
You tell yourself you keep it private because everything in the world is already public enough as it is. People can see where you went to school just by finding your Facebook profile, they can know your real time location via Instagram, they learn some of your deepest thoughts if they scroll through your Twitter likes.
But this is just Seonghwa and yours.
It’s mid May now, and you’ve been seeing each other nonstop after sharing the hospital coffee. He tries his best, just like he promised, to make it on time every time you have a date and you try your best not to forget to text him back. And so far, it’s working out perfectly fine.
“Oh y/n, please let us use it!” Yena begs, touching a red petal with the tip of her index finger. “We will get it back to you in one piece.”
“I don’t know, they seem fragile. I would like to keep them here,” you try to sound as reasonable as possible, which isn’t enough to get through Yena and Eunhee once they have an idea in mind.
They’re both on their way to become influencers and finally leave this job. Eunhee has the upper-hand with her makeup tutorials and the sponsorship from her mom’s company, but Yena isn’t too far behind. And they’re both always looking for free props to use on their videos.
“Is this still the guy from the blind date?” Eunhee asks, cocking her head to observe the flowers up close. It’s the fourth bouquet you get at work. “Seems like that worked out pretty well.”
You nod, scrolling down the proposals you have for the next campaign. “I really like him,” you say absentmindedly.
“So can we use them?” Yena insists, “It’s just a couple pictures!”
“I’d rather not,” you say again, “Please just leave them where they are.”
Yena sighs in defeat. “Alright, thank you y/n! They’re beautiful, so I get it.”
Gaeun, who still holds her hurt wrist against her chest, knocks on the door. “y/n, the boss wants to see you.”
“Coming,” you smile at her, you feel somehow guilty that she’s still injured although it was you who told her to wait for someone to hold the ladder for her that day.
When you come back to your office, your red roses are gone, in their place there’s the note written by Seonghwa himself half-opened and a free sample from Eunhee’s mom’s skin care line.
You don’t even know how to react to this other than throw Eunhee’s ‘gift’ to the other side of the room. She always gets what she wants, it doesn’t matter how many times she’s told no. You don’t even linger on the fact that she read your private note, and wasn’t even decent enough to pretend like she hadn’t.
This is the first time you relish the fact that you are dating Seonghwa, and not her. No matter how much she wants him and how much she still tries to get his attention, he’s yours. The thought grosses you out right away, you’re not like this.
You keep your relationship private because it’s the right thing to do, but also deep down, you still want to spare Eunhee’s feelings.
As if she deserved it.
+++
“What’s wrong?” Seonghwa asks as you lie your head on his lap, the thing about really strong emotions is that they give you a headache, and all you want is to close your eyes and not think about work, or Eunhee, or anything other than your boyfriend’s hands on your hair.
“Just a bad day at work,” you mutter, lowering the volume on the TV. Your apartment is closer to the hospital than his, and he’s frequently here after his shifts. “How was yours?”
“It was okay,” he shrugs. It’s what he does when he’s had a hard day too, probably a complicated case with a bad ending. “What do you want for dinner?”
You sit up, stretching. “I don’t know, pizza?” you yawn. Once your eyes stop watering, they focus on the red roses across the room. They’re far less than Seonghwa sent you this morning, and you have no idea what happened to them. Maybe Eunhee tossed them in the trash, or simply ripped the petals apart and kept them somewhere.
Seonghwa didn’t seem to notice this, or if he did, he said nothing about it, probably guessing that the trip from the office to your house had been what mangled them.
“Maybe we should go out,” Seonghwa suggests, resting his chin on your shoulder. “That should clear our minds a little,”
You smile leaning against him. “You’re right.” But you don’t want to change, you're already in your house attire of a faded shirt and extremely loose pants.
“Don’t even think about it,” Seonghwa laughs, “We’re getting street food and then coming back, and you look gorgeous anyway.”
You let out a low whine, but you feel too lazy to change, and the promise of warm fish cake already has your mouth watering. Also he just called you gorgeous and there’s nothing else that will convince you to change. “Let’s go then.”
You wish the trip on the elevator was a little longer as you lean against Seonghwa and he presses his lips to your hair. But sadly, it comes to an end and you have to settle for holding his hand as you walk down the street to your favorite street food stand.
The night is warm and you don’t need to be standing so close together, yet you huddle up while chewing on your food. You are glad to have Seonghwa, and you still regret the ugly thought you had earlier. You like him, it’s not because him being with you means he’s not with Eunhee. You should have never thought about that.
“What are you doing?” you laugh as Seonghwa points his phone towards you. “Stop!”
“I’m taking a picture of you,” the sound of the camera can’t be heard above the traffic, and Seonghwa seems immediately satisfied with the result, so he doesn’t shove the phone in your face again. “There, I sent it to you.”
Your phone buzzes, and you know it’s him but you don’t want to check it right now. “If I look ugly…” you begin, but he cuts you off with a gesture of his hand.
“You could never look ugly.”
You are shunned the moment you step into the office. Even Gaeun looks awkward when she tells you there’s another impromptu meeting happening today before she runs to the coffee corner, to fill Eunhee’s pink mug with extra sweet coffee. The rest of the employees around, who normally say ‘good morning’ or ‘nice to see you’ are too quiet as you walk between their cubicles on the way to your office.
Yena is the first one to see you as you arrive at the door, and with a bitter face, she rushes to close the door in your face. But Eunhee, between what seems like a sob and hiccup stops her.
“What’s going on?” you ask, stepping inside. Although you are starting to have a pretty good idea about it. Your phone buzzed nonstop this morning, but you were running late for work and honestly, had it been a matter of life and death, they would have probably called.
“I cannot believe you have the guts to show up like this!” Yena yells, throwing both arms in the air. “And pretend like you don’t know anything, seriously, y/n? Are you that much of a jerk?”
“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about,” you let the wave of annoyance pass through, you cannot engage so quickly. You need to find your footing first. “Are you okay Eunhee?”
“What do you think?” Yena bites again, “After you stole her boyfriend, what do you think?!”
Eunhee lets out a wail once again and wipes her eyes with the tissue she’s holding in her hand. “How could you?” she sobs.
“There are rules, y/n. I can’t believe you are such a scum!” Yena is yelling again, and with the door open half of the people outside turn to stare at you.
“Hey!” you finally raise your voice too, “Don’t ever call me that again.”
“That’s what you are, how could you do this to Eunhee? You know how much she loves Seonghwa, you are the worst.”
“They weren’t even dating anymore,” you say in a low voice. There are rules, you know there are rules. “I thought–”
“You just wanted to take him for yourself because you’re jealous of me,” Eunhee gets up from her spinning chair, still holding the Kleenex box against her chest. “You are so jealous of me, it’s obvious. You always want everything I have.”
“Listen, Eunhee–”
“No, she doesn’t have to listen to you! You did this out of spite, you’re a horrible friend.”
It wasn’t only Eunhee and Yena you had kept your relationship from, the rest of your friends knew too that you were seeing someone but only San knew who it was. Because you were afraid that, once they learned about Seonghwa and Eunhee’s history, they would call you that: A horrible friend. And maybe that’s what you were.
“And where the hell is Gaeun?” Yena scowls, wrapping one arm around Eunhee. “Come on sweetie, let’s wash your face and I’ll see where that girl is with your coffee.”
“Eunhee, I didn’t mean–” you start but Yena cuts you off again by shoving the palm of her hand in front of your face.
“Save it.”
Eunhee’s shoulders shake as Yena leads her out of the room, but then she stops on her tracks, sending Yena on her way to find Gaeun.
“Eunhee, can we talk about this?”
Her reddened eyes fixate on you, but no more tears fall. “You always wanted my leftovers, y/n.” there is a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “So enjoy them, while they last.”
Seonghwa’s instagram is open on her laptop, and you see the picture he took of you last night with some lyrics about how life is brighter by your side as the caption.
You can’t bring yourself to smile, not when you feel 10 pairs of eyes on your back. Not when you’re the newly exposed villain.
Rules exist for a reason, at least that’s what you told San, but you couldn’t follow a simple one.
insomina
pairing: ateez x establshed gf!reader
genre: super fluff
warnings: none
word count: ~400
prompt: when falling asleep is easier said than done
a/n: can I just say yunho’s made me delulu for a good second. tell me he wouldn’t be that sweet for his s.o *cries*
seonghwa
huffs and puffs, tosses and turns out of frustration until he feels you shift behind him and curses himself for being so annoying. immediately turns to face you and make sure you’re still asleep (you are). kisses your nose v lightly before getting up and going to the living room to give you some peace
hongjoong
flinches when he walks in with a glass of water and sees you already awake, on your phone. ‘you scared me’, he’d say, shuffling over to his side of the bed, to which you’d explain that ‘you woke me up bc you’re so loud’ only to roll into his chest and have him cuddle you as you both watch youtube videos until you eventually fall asleep together
yunho
’yunho’ you whisper, not too concerned on waking him up. his eyes fly open and he sits up, like he wasn’t even asleep in the first place and mumbles a concerned ‘what happened?’ eyes roaming over you to make sure you’re okay. when you tell him you can’t sleep, he offers to do anything you want, ‘a night drive? some hot chocolate? wanna run around the block until you get tired?’ he’s there for you
yeosang
you’re in the kitchen whipping up a midnight snack when he walks in w puffy eyes and dark circles under his eyes. He can’t sleep w out you next to him “so hurry up so I can sleep”. ofc takes a serving of whatever you’ve made before making his way back to bed
san
neither of you can sleep tonight so he sets up the living room to be all cozy. you watch movie after movie until you both start feeling your eyelids get droopy and tired. eventually fall asleep cuddled up on the couch. The sofa wasn’t the most comfortable but you have the best sleep of your life that night
mingi
you use of your last few minutes of energy to finish up the book you’ve been reading. mingi’s fast asleep but every now and then he’ll shift in his sleep after struggling so hard to fall asleep so you’ll hold the book w one hand to trace circles and other shapes on his back to ease him back into a deep sleep. he deserves the world and more
wooyoung
he has a stuffy nose so he isn’t getting much sleep. and if that wasn’t bad, you’re sleeping on the air mattress in the living room so you don’t get sick so he’s extremely uncomfortable. all he wants is to get better so he can fall asleep to you playing w his hair again :(
jongho
this boy is knocked out and has been for the past hour and a half. no matter how many times you change position next to him, he doesn’t move and you have to put a finger under his nostrils to make sure he’s still breathing. you end up passing out just moments after he wakes up in the morning and has no idea you’ve been awake for so long. naps w you when he gets back from work
what do u think about cum eating with Yunho
Warning! Sexual content ahead! Minors please do not interact!
pairing: jeong yunho x gn! reader
genre: pure filthy smut, very innocent reader, dom! yunho
word count: 2.3k
warnings: oral sex (m receiving), slapping, throat-fucking, choking, dacryphilia, cum play, cum kissing, cum eating, words of praise but also degrading???? (don't ask, my childhood trauma went both ways).
a/n: i'm back ! second yunho fic in a row woah woah woah. imma let u in on a secret about this fic, my friend actually did this to me and i didn't even end up having sex with the man😃😃😃. i still hold a grudge against her. all that being said, i hope the person who requested this enjoys it, as well as the rest of you. ly guys, stay safe! xoxo
"i refuse to believe you've done this." you exclaim in all seriousness to your friend, sitting in front of you with the most innocent of looks while sipping from her foamy cappuccino.
"why? it's not even that bad!" she replies, offering you the most cunning smile.
"you basically told the man that i want to have sex with him! he's going to think that i'm desperate to get laid!" you sigh, covering your face with one palm while you lay back into the chair.
"that's not what i told him!" she defends herself shocked that you could believe something like that.
"well, that's what you told me." you offer while you watch her shake her head rapidly.
"wrong." she says rising her index finger in the air.
"it went like this: i asked 'hey are u taken?' and he said no...so i saaid 'a pal of mine thinks you're kinda hot' and he asked who, and i gave him your instagram." she takes a break to let her work, in which she seems to take great pride, sink in. "then he said that he's not looking for a relationship, which is great! cause y'know...you're not looking for one either. so i told him that you don't want nothing serious and that was it."
"that was it?" you ask as you stare at her defying smile. "you're fucking insane and your face right now makes me want to murder you."
"oh, come on, the worst thing that can happen is he's not interes-"
"no!" you cut her off. "the worst has already happened! and it's all because of you." you sigh again as you place both of your palms on your face in sign of defeat.
"first of all, you're such a drama queen. second, try and see the good part, he might be interested and you're gonna end up having hot steamy sex with my ex-classmate yunho and then i will be your best friend in the whole entire universe," she says as she offers you puppy eyes and you can only sigh in embarrassment yet again.
"i hate-"
ding
"well, fuck." you say as you inspect the notification on your phone.
yun_ho has started following you
"what?" your friend asks curiously.
"he just followed me." you answer.
your friend squeaks in shock right when you receive a new notification.
'are you free tonight?'
your eyes widen and you feel all the blood in your body rise to the apple of your cheeks.
"you didn't tell me he's got such a big ego." you tell your friend.
assuming that he doesn't even need to introduce himself before initiating any kind of relationship between the two of you told you more than enough about the man.
"what did he say?" your friend asks again.
you don't answer...her.
'nice to meet you too' you send back to the man on the other end of the phone.
why the fuck does he type so slowly?
"nothing interesting yet," you finally reply to your friend trying to distract yourself from the way your heart beats faster than before in your chest.
she starts talking about something but you certainly aren't listening to her, and as soon as your phone vibrates in your hand, you can't help but checking it immediately.
'i think we can skip the introductions seeing how you already know me and i already know you. a little birdie told me you'd like to meet me, so i'll ask again. are you free tonight?'
holy fuck. that right there. a fucking message turning you on in the middle of the coffee shop while you're sitting right in front of your best friend. heat starting from your chest and spreading in your belly as it tingles it's way down between your thighs and to your toes.
you sigh.
'yes'
somehow, you still can't believe that the man who you were joking about having sex with is now standing right next to you, driving quietly with you in the passenger's seat and following the direction to his apartment.
"not much of a talker?" he asks, making a turn to the right.
usually, you don't find yourself in this certain type of a situation. going with a stranger to his home. in his car. when you haven't exchanged more than five phrases with him.
safe to say you trust your friend. and that you're extremely horny. especially for the tall man with blonde hair and big veiny hands that looks like a cute puppy and a home wrecker at the same time.
"you make me nervous." you reply shortly.
your honesty was the trait that you hated most about yourself at times.
"oh, really? why's that?" he asks while curling his lips.
you lick yours instinctively.
"because." you say again as you turn your head away from him, trying not to give too much away in such a short time.
"because what?" he asks again.
"no reason."
the quickness of your replies give away just how nervous you are.
"i'm sure there must be one." he insists as his hand lowers to shift gears, the back of his palm brushing intentionally on your knee as he does so.
it's dizzying to think about how the man you fantasized about a couple of nights ago, was now making an effort to touch you.
"if there is then i'm not going to tell you." you answer again trying to ignore how you crave internally for his touch.
"playing brat, are we?" the words leave his mouth more like a groan and you're not sure whether you notice the car stopping before or after you hear his voice again. "we're here," yunho whispers close to your ear as he unbuckles your seatbelt and you can feel his cologne without even turning your face towards him.
"are you gonna look at me or do i make you that nervous?" he whispers again, his hot breath fanning over the exposed skin of your neck.
you remain petrified as your heart beats so fast that you think he can hear it. a few seconds go by, seconds that feel like hours, and he chuckles as he pulls away from you.
"come on, let's go upstairs." he orders and you obey, following closely in his footsteps.
you take the elevator to the fourth floor, enter the apartment, take your jacket off and sit on the couch presented by yunho in his living room. he shows up with two glasses of red wine and places them on the table in front of you before heading to the bathroom.
you get up and inspect his living room. from the drawings on the walls to the pictures of him on the shelves. you laugh to yourself, sipping from the glass of wine as you think to yourself if the innocent kid in the pictures has any idea of the intimidating man he will grow up to be.
"what's so funny?" you hear from right behind you and your body processes the scare before your mind gets to, so in result you drop the glass as you squeal in surprise, breaking the fragile object in tiny little pieces at your feet.
you turn around and see yunho, at an arm's reach, looking very unsurprised- like he expected it to happen.
"shit, i'm sorry," you say, quickly kneeling down to grab every piece that was within your reach. "i'm going to pay for it." you add, and hear nothing but yunho's footsteps as he goes into the kitchen, coming back with a dark piece of material, which he places right on top of the puddle of red liquor.
you continue cleaning your mess, placing every small glass on top of the cloth, until the tip of yunho's feet enter your field of vision and stand there, not moving an inch as you feel his presence growing stronger and stronger.
you finally raise your head, looking at him from way down and meeting his heavy lidded gaze drinking the way you're on his knees before him. he grabs your chin gently, softly brushing his thumb over your lower lip.
"you wanna fuck me?" he says, bending until his face is close to yours.
you nod.
"how bad?" you groan close to his mouth as you try kissing him but he is faster to yank your face away from his by pulling your hair. your heart never beat as fast as this.
he makes an expectant face, not needing to repeat himself for you to understand what he wants to hear.
"really bad, really fucking bad." you sigh.
"yeah?"
you nod again.
"if you want to fuck me then i'm going to need to fuck your throat first. is that okay?"
you can't believe that he's asking for your consent when you're already kneeling before him, willing to do anything just to have him inside you.
so you nod yet again.
he straightens up and unzips his pants as you help him pull them down to his knees. one of his hands gets lost in your hair, the other takes ahold of his erect member, and it takes nothing more than a second for you to open your mouth obediently and let him drive his warm girth right into your wet cavity.
you swirl your tongue around his tip, relaxing your jaw as you let your head be guided by his gentle hand, pulling you into and away from his pubic bone slowly, giving you time to grow comfortable to his length.
"not so nervous anymore, huh?" he mocks as he smirks down at you. you look up to him with doe eyes, making his grip on your head tighter.
"you look like you've been wanting to do this for a while." he groans as you fasten the pace of your head motion, sucking along his shaft as you try to take him in entirely, feeling like it is impossible. "i bet i could do whatever i want with you and you'll thank me afterwards," his words boil the blood inside your veins and your heart rushes even faster when his other hand grabs your throat, squeezing it just enough to make your vision blurry. "right?" yunho mutters as he starts fucking into your throat ruthlessly, hitting the back of your throat over and over again, making your blurred vision even blurrier as tears form in your eyes.
the room is filled with wet choking sounds, muffled gags and groans from yunho, who stuffs his cock into your throat greedily, like he may never get the chance to fill it with himself ever again. you feel saliva drooling at the corners of your mouth with each thrust of the man's hips, and you fist your hands trying to ignore the burning sensation in your throat and jaw as they go numb from all the cruel fucking.
yunho seems to notice and he pulls away from your mouth, leaving you to gasp for air like you almost drowned moments before.
"you're doing such a great job," the blond male says as he grips your hair tighter. "might be my best toy yet." he adds and slowly slaps your cheek, awaiting for your reaction.
you moan involuntarily, starting to feel like you were going to cum without even touching him. the feeling of him inside your mouth, the feeling of his touch burning imprints all over your skin were messing with your brain already.
he slaps you again, only this time harder, and you look up to him wishing you could dislike that. but you don't.
"look at you, so beautiful," he says softly, brushing the pink tip of his cock all over your wet lips. "crying just because of my cock." he finishes as he buries himself fully inside you in one go, letting your nose brush against his short pubes and nails dig deep in the palm of your hands as you struggle not to choke on the feeling of his veiny shaft tickling the back of your throat in an oh, so pleasurable way.
tears pour again, this time seeming not to stop when yunho fucks into your mouth yet again, this time searching for his release. one last look into your teary-eyes is enough for the man to groan as his eyes rolls into the back of his head and hot ropes of liquid spill into your throat and mouth, drooling out the corners of your mouth as he pulls out with a pained sigh.
you wait for him to stop cumming, eagerly collecting everything into your mouth as you study him closely: the sweat on his forehead, the frown that took over his features, his soft pleased exhales. he looks down at you, and at your shyly opened mouth, filled with his hot seed. first, he brushes away your tears. second, he collects all the cum dribbling down your chin with his thumb and slides it back into your mouth. third, he bends down and kisses you, which takes you by surprise.
lips smashed hard upon yours, tongue swirling greedily inside your mouth, brushing against yours and mixing his semen with your saliva, as well as his before collecting it into his mouth when he pulls away. he opens your mouth gently with his thumb, letting the mix of fluids drip down on your tongue.
"swallow." he commands, and you don't need to hear it twice before doing it, feeling the burning sensation of swallowing in your sore throat just like you feel it in your tummy, awaiting for something more so you can have your release as well. you look into his eyes as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, letting him see you'd done as requested. the dark look from his eyes compels you into forgetting everything you know about yourself, and the fact that he is there, right in front of you, becomes realer by the second.
"well done," he says as he pats your head gently. "now, how do you want me to fuck you?"
part 7 - i dont like you
chai latte
yunho x reader
genre : fluff, angst, humor, smau, fake dating au, strangers to lovers
warnings : swearing
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synopsis
⤷ school was finally out which meant you had time to relax and hang out with your best friend. but everything about your laid back summer was put on hold the moment you agreed to help out a stranger and become his temporary summer love.
a/n: huge typo that i dont want to fix, but the convo between hongjoong and yunho, yunho is referring to wanting to get the guys off his back, not berry.
yunho as your boyfriend
member: yunho x y/n
genre: fluff + smut (separated)
word count: 1.1k
nari-note: hi im still alive :’) what did I miss?
I see him as someone who is very direct and forthright when chasing after you. You won’t really need to worry about him playing mind games with you, and you will typically know exactly where you stand in his life, no matter if you’re in a talking stage or fully committed.
Very genuine about his emotions and looks for lasting relationships
Likes seeing you wear his shirts/clothes/hoodies
Lets you “steal” quite a lot of clothes from him and gets fake mad, but then tightens the hoodie strings or fixes up your shirt for you :’)
Type to compare hand sizes with you as an excuse to touch your hand
He often asks to hold your hands by splaying his hands out in your direction, giving you the chance to interlace your fingers
Often wakes up in the morning before you and he always wakes you up by throwing himself on the bed, hugging you, and press gentle kisses all over your face
Likes it when you look up at him after a hug, he just stares down at you with heart eyes
Gives you so many forehead kisses
Literal heart eyes. Puppy eyes. Whatever you want to call them.
He’s super playful with you
I see non-sexual dominance being a thing?
Like he tends to always pay for all the dates, hold your hand when crossing the street, make you stop drinking when you had enough, force you to rest and take care if you’ve been working too hard, etc etc
But again, in a genuine, enthusiastic and bold manner so you sometimes have a hard time finding fault with it.
He just wants the best for you :(
Not afraid of taking charge, so he often initiates PDA, asks you on dates, will go after you and not back down especially in the face of competition
He’s quite protective
May become jealous fairly easily, and immediately vocalizes his concerns
But also gets kind of scared and nervous when you’re upset with him
Freezes and gets stressed, and tries to work out the problem asap
He’s so committed to you
Has the “is happy if you’re happy” vibes
Truly a total sweetheart
Secretly loves flexing his height to do cute k-drama shit like grabbing things off higher shelves for you or pulling you into his broad frame so quickly that you almost lose your balance and fall into him
Soft morning cuddles with him are next level
Loves cuddling on the couch, to the point that he doesn’t care if the members tease him. He has you so he’s winning, in his mind
He really loves it when you express interest in his favorite activities and hobbies
Does the same with your interests
He will make sure to spend time playing video games with you, blasting music and dancing your hearts out together, and connecting you with his friend groups
Please he loves video game dates
Has you sitting between his legs and you lean back into him as his arms wrap around your body and fiddles at the controller
Either you like watching him because he’s so good at it, you go on your phone or just fall asleep because it’s so comfy, or you learn how to play too
He’s a really patient teacher :’)
Urges you on so well and may even lose to you on purpose to boost your confidence at the beginning
But you smack him and try to play well
He’s will look out for your character if it’s a multiplayer game
But he gets competitive more often than not
It’s hot
Also what happens when you tease him while he’s playing hm?
NSFW after this (MINORS DNI PLS)
Yeah, he’s a soft dom
Most consistent Service top
Type to hold your hand during sex omg
He loves missionary
Some may think it’s basic, but he holds you, pressing you against him and just hits your spot just right and it feels so good, and you’re both a moaning mess by the time he deep in you, dragging his thick cock against your most sensitive point, making you feel so full and loved and whole
Or spooning you while he thrusts so deep omg
Enjoys eye contact during sex
Likes watching your expressions as he thrusts into you, likes praising you, very sensual
There was this one time where he just nonstop talked about how much he loved you with every thrust, practically crying out his confessions as he fucked into you through multiple orgasms until he came
You were a crying mess by the end, and legs sore for the next day
Listen, basically you’ll always cum when he’s taking care of you
He makes sure of it
Likes it when you provide support from beneath the desk while he games ;)
Obsessed with watching you give him head, more than he’ll ever admit
The way you look so eager and small when you’re trying to fit him all in your mouth? He gets light-headed at the look in your teary eyes as his pre-cum coats your lips
The type to coo and brush your hair away from your face gently as he guides your head deeper against his dick, up until he hits the back of your throat
When he hard doms, loves hearing the way you gag around him. Swears he could’ve cum right then and there
He’s big, he knows it, and he will use it to his favor
So he empathizes for you, he really does
But 10000% likes to egg you on in the sweetest tone
Focuses a lot on foreplay
He’s good with words, will rub your clit while saying how much he wants to ruin you, what he’s going to do to you once he fills you up, how he’s going to fuck you like no other, etc etc
Until you’re cumming from just his fingers and literally begging for more
Fingering game strong
He loves fingering you, feeling your tight cunt take him, as he presses his mouth to yours, swallowing all your moans
Encourages you and teases you to take him, saying shit like:
“You can take it”
“Weren’t you asking for it?”
I strongly agree with Yunho Size Kink discourse
It’s not just that he’s so tall and broad-shouldered and big
It’s how he likes to overwhelm a bit, always pressing you against walls, manhandles you, makes you feel so good so much so often
He lives to see the face you make as your orgasm, so it’s his goal no matter what
A little less experimental
He’s a dependable lover, perhaps more interested in routine and stability than spontaneity in his sex lives, but always dedicated to making you feel insanely good
So he’s down to try out your kinks and wants to hear what feels good for you
Because consent is sexy first off, and also he loves to cater to you
Generally, he’s kind of obsessed with fucking you
Will do it anytime you want tbh
S T A M I N A
Often only cums after you do
Aftercare with him is A+, he makes sure you have water and gets clean
Super sweet and compliments you a lot
Likes pillow talk and cuddling
He loves to be little spoon after sex
And for you to run your hands through his hair
Falls asleep pretty quickly after
Crimson & Magenta
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✦ Pairing: Park Seonghwa/Choi San/ Fem!Chubby/ Plus Sized Reader (Poly Thruple)
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✦ Genre: Smut, Romance, Fantasy
✦ Au: Non-Idol, Incubi, Established Poly Relationship
✦ Rating: Explicit (18+)
✦WC: 3.4k+
✦ Tw: Swearing
✦ Sws: Three way, Face Sitting, Pussy Eating, Implied Size Kink (no matter how tall yall are, incubi SanHwa are taller here bc I said so :) ), Dacryphilia, Oral Fixation, Finger Sucking, Spit Roasting, Nipple Piercings, Blowjob, Face Fucking, Gagging, Choking, Lingerie, Clothes Ripping, Marking, Spanking, Breeding, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Blowjobs, Fingering (Vaginal and Anal), Pussy Slapping, Degredation, Dirty Talk, Mirror Kink, Bondage/Restraints
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“I know exactly what you want and how you want it.”
You find it hard to keep your eyes focused on San as he squeezes and kneads your ass, long tongue curling deep inside of you. Seonghwa’s voice rattled about in your head as he crept up behind you, fingers curled around your throat, claws grazing against the skin ever so slightly. The lingerie that you wore for them is nearly ruined, only some wayward pieces covering one of your nipples, your panties moved aside carelessly as San ate you out. You open your mouth to challenge Seonghwa, but all that falls out is a moan, your thick thighs nearly closing around San’s head, had he not have had a firm grip on them, keeping them spread.
“Oh no, Honey. Don’t close them. Let’s see everything.” Seonghwa pressed himself against your back, the heat of his body sending a pleasured chill down yours as you feel his cock settled against your ass. You arch your back, eager to feel more of him, heart thumping at the size and weight settled subtly against you. Seonghwa chuckled and lightly tightened his grip on your neck, pushing two fingers into your mouth at the small gasp you let out.
“Look at that, you’re practically drooling, baby. I figured I’d give you something to fill that mouth.” Seonghwa hummed, smiling in approval at the way your tongue twisted and curled around the long digits.
You couldn’t move your own arms, since they had been secured behind your back with leather straps that kept them bound at your forearms. Your breath hitches as San’s tongue curls again and you buck upwards, only to jolt as two sharp cracks snapped in the air. Pain bloomed against your thighs and Seonghwa smiled as your tongue pushed against his fingers.
You looked down, finding their spade-tipped tails caressing the spots they struck previously, the stinging sensation making you clench around San’s tongue more.
“Ah ah. I told you to keep your hips still, didn’t I, darling?” Seonghwa pouted, pushing his fingers in and out of your mouth as San moved his hand, rubbing your clit as he drug his claws down your ass, leaving marks in his wake before he planted a hard slap to it. You look back at Seonghwa, eyes pleading.
A devilish smirk fills his face, the horns on his head a deep magenta color to match his eyes. He leans forward, kissing your stuffed and parted lips.
“I-It’s hard to keep still when he-fuck!” You arch up, clenching around San and pulling at the restraints as he curled his tongue. Your eyes rolled ever so slightly, thighs twitching so slightly, but not closing fully. San’s eyes twinkled, crimson and full of mischief, ready to strike your thighs again if you didn’t catch yourself. You did, ignoring the teasing disappointed purr that vibrated against your core as Seonghwa picked you up unceremoniously.
You and San both let out sounds of disapproval, and you felt yourself aching for more, but Seonghwa only pressed a kiss to your head, motioning for San to get up. He licked his lips, tongue elongated and pierced right in the center. You follow the motion with your eyes and then realize Seonghwa is still holding you, your legs spread wide as he held you under the crook of your knees.
Despite previously sitting on San’s face, you feel embarrassment and a sense of shyness flood over you as San approaches.
“Put me d-down. I’m heavy.” You mumble, unable to hide your face away from San’s gaze. Both incubi chuckle and Seonghwa responds by casually handing you over to San, kneeling before the both of you.
“Honey, we’re strong. You think that bothers us?” He tilted his head, dragging his tongue between your folds. He ripped what was left of your lingerie off, growling subtly the moment he tasted you on his tongue. You feel your fingers twitch, the phantom urge to run your fingers in his hair and hold him flush against your pussy strong. Seonghwa must have noticed, grinning seductively, his fangs prominent as he moved his head away from your lower lips, dragging them along the soft skin of your thigh.
“Fuck!” You swear as a wet slap sounds off in the room. Seonghwa’s teeth latched onto your thigh, biting firmly, but not enough to break the skin as he took turns teasing your pussy with long circular motions to your clit before planting a slap across it, chuckling at the way you bucked and squirmed in San’s arms.
“Hyung she smells delicious.” San purred, nose buried into the crook of your neck, his own teeth grazing against your pulse. Seonghwa smiles, watching the way you trembled, a thin bead of precum dribbling out of you as you clenched and unclenched.
“Because she’s waiting for something. I think we’ve teased our darling enough, right? Do you want more?” Seonghwa inquired, looking up at you. You don’t meet his eyes, shyness, and lust flooding your senses at the treatment and being held so openly. Seonghwa sighs and lifts his hand.
‘Smack’
“AH! S-Seonghwa!”
“I said, I think we’ve teased our darling enough. Do you want more?”
“Yes! Yes, fuck, please, I want more, please -”
He smiled and reached below you, stroking San, purring.
“Lift her higher San.” He instructed, smiling at the flustered noise that left your throat as San effortlessly rose your body higher, cock thick and rigid as Seonghwa angled him just right. The head of his cock pressed against your entrance and slowly, San lowered you onto his dick, kissing your pulse as you let your head roll back onto his shoulder.
Where Seonghwa was the lengthier of the two incubi, San was the girthier, his cock stretching you just right.
“Can’t even close your mouth, princess? Does he feel that good?” Seonghwa hummed, long tongue running out to lap at San’s balls, unperturbed as San began thrusting up into you, his own eyes closed as he finally felt enveloped in your clenching heat.
“Y-Yes, Sannie you feel-fuck-” you can barely finish the sentence as Seonghwa licks up from San’s balls, past the base of his cock, to latch onto your clit. His hands tighten on your thighs, growling in your ear about how much of a perfect fit you were for him, all while Seonghwa rolled his tongue along the bud.
“Don’t close your eyes, baby. Watch every second of it.” Seonghwa purrs from beneath the two of you, one clawed hand drawing shapes in the air before you noticed he’d summoned a mirror across from you.
You feel your breath catch as you watch your own reflection, legs spread wide as San held you, and you realized, more than you usually do, how small you were. The veins along San’s arms bulged as he rocked in and out of you, smiling over your shoulder as he kissed your temple.
“Look at that. Look at how beautiful you are.”
You whimper, eyes fluttering as the head of his cock just barely brushed against your g spot, Seonghwa’s tongue alternating between persistent sucks and slow, teasing licks that he treated both you and San to. The occasional growl and curse from San made you look away from yourself on the reflection and look downwards, watching as Seonghwa fondled San’s balls with one hand, the other pressing two fingers teasingly against San’s rim.
San’s hips stutter as he feels the intrusion, but it is in no way unwelcome, if the way he reaffirmed his grip on your thighs was anything to go by, his tempo changing to a slower one. The two of them were really trying to be your undoing, it seemed, bringing you right to the edge before pulling you right back.
“M-My arms. Let me-” You plead weakly through your moans, but both men hear you loud and clear. A wave of Seonghwa’s tail and the straps are gone. You bring them around and reach down, holding Seonghwa’s head against your pussy like you’d wanted to do since he’d placed himself between your legs. He purred and pressed his tongue in alongside San’s cock, magenta eyes boring into yours as you arched up.
“Fuck-” San grits behind you, clenching around Seonghwa’s fingers as he thrust faster, fangs sinking into your shoulder to muffle his own desperate groans. The twist and curl of the older incubi’s long tongue mixed with your gripping heat and the fingers stretching him methodically.
“Seonghwa! D-don’t stop please, yes yes yes~ San!” You barely have the time to be flustered at your own voice as San’s hips never slow. You pull Seonghwa’s hair a lot harder than intended, your thighs flexing at the pleasure before you feel the coil in the pit of your stomach snap. You cum with a loud cry, whimpering as you feel Seonghwa pull his tongue out. You keep his head close, hoping to urge him to keep his tongue inside when you feel heat rush inside of you. A shudder makes you shake as you feel San’s cum fill you.
Seonghwa smirks and looks away from your face, watching the way San’s cock worked itself in and out of you, now covered in telltale milky white.
San’s hips didn’t slow for another minute or so, and then he finally let your shoulder go, a mark definitely going to be left in his wake. He panted, lips pressing against it as he took a moment to let you catch your breath.
“Are you okay, my love?” he hummed, not even slightly winded. It made you feel a bit self-conscious, but it was to be expected. He was an incubi, after all.
“I..I’m okay.” you nod and turn around, kissing San slowly before you look down at Seonghwa, unthreading your fingers from his hair. Seonghwa looked up, head slowly tilting as if he were thinking before a devilish smile spread across his face, accompanied by his tongue dragging across his fangs.
“So, you’re ready for me, yes?”
You clench without realizing it and San chuckles, setting you down on the bed. There’s a shuffle and you’re being maneuvered around again, a pillow placed underneath your hips as Seonghwa appeared in your view from the other side of the bed.
You two hold each other’s gaze as Seonghwa crawls up, shoulders shifting with every move. Just like San, it makes you feel small as Seonghwa kisses up from your ankle all the way up to your pussy, now leaking with both San and your cum. Seonghwa sits up on his knees, making sure the pillow is settled comfortably underneath you. You smile at the sentiment, watching San crawl over to him to lube him up.
It was a shameless excuse to stroke Seonghwa’s cock, and every single one of you knew it. They could create their own aphrodisiac-like lube at will, there was no need for it, but you weren’t complaining, watching and listening to the lewd sound of San’s hand working up and down Seonghwa’s dick.
The two of them kissed fiercely, a bead of precum rolling from Seonghwa’s cock before it mixed with the lube in San’s fist. You feel yourself ache at the sight, feeling self-conscious as a thick bead of San’s cum slowly rolls out of you, rolling between your folds and disappearing between your cheeks.
Both of them turn their gazes to you, crimson and magenta eyes watching the sight before San lets Seonghwa go. Both of their lips were kiss swollen and puffy as Seonghwa scooted forward, purring as San guided his cock to your entrance.
“You’re making a mess, Y/n.”
“You s-say that like there won't be a bigger mess later.”
Both of them seem pleased with the retort, and your eyes flutter ever so slightly as you feel Seonghwa fill you. Your lips part, a small moan leaving them as Seonghwa slowly rolled his hips, watching every inch of your body with an affectionate gaze.
Bathed in neon red from your led lights, but Seonghwa still took time to trace and thumb the stretch marks on your hips. San kisses up the soft expanse of your stomach, catching your hands when you try to self consciously pull him up. A deep crimson gaze meets yours as San continues kissing up your body.
He stops at your nipples, pinching and rolling one, lightly toying with the piercing as he curled his tongue around the other. Another moan falls from your lips as you feel your eyes flutter closed, back arching up.
Everywhere the two of them touched and kiss felt like a pleasurable fire, and part of you wanted to pull San up by the hair, but you resisted the urge, enjoying the feeling as he teased your nipples.
The slap of Seonghwa’s hips against your ass and thighs got more rhythmic and loud as he found a steadier tempo, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he admired the lewd sight below both of you.
“San really did make a mess of you, didn’t he, Y/n? I can still feel a considerable amount of his cum inside of you, from the way you’re clenching…are you trying to milk me too?”
Your eyes crack open and you can barely recognize your own voice at this point as Seonghwa chuckles, meeting your gaze with an amused one of his own. You feel San purring against your chest, popping off of your nipple with a small, wet sound, looking down at you.
“Feeding us incubi well, hm?”
You swat at him in embarrassment, missing after you feel Seonghwa lightly pinch your clit, hips snapping down at just the right moment.
“Ah!” A sharp cry escapes your throat and you watch San lift himself off the bed as Seonghwa keeps the pace, smiling as San gently cupped and caressed your throat.
You look upside down, almost going cross-eyed as San’s cock, still covered in both you and his cum, stood before you. He ran his thumb over your throat before tapping twice, and without anything needing to be said, you open your mouth, moaning quietly as he slid himself into it.
“Such a good little cock sleeve, you didn’t even need to be told.”
You swallow sharply, clenching in excitement at the deep rumble from San. the move earns you another pleasurable pinch and roll from Seonghwa, his thrusts rocking your body from the power behind it. You arch higher, and Seonghwa wraps an arm around you, holding you still as San slowly fucked your mouth.
Inch by inch, slowly San pressed deeper until he was fully down your throat, keeping you there as he leaned over your body to kiss Seonghwa. Drool runs out of your lips as you hear them sloppily kissing above you, hands running along your body, caressing and clawing at you as they kept you pinned.
San occasionally pulls out of your throat to let you breathe, chuckling and looking down with a faux pout at the tears that rolled down your cheeks from the stretch. You look blissed-out, even tilting your chin up with your mouth open to urge him to slide back inside, to fill you again.
Seonghwa pauses at one point, ignoring your disappointed whimper as he pulls out. Before you can complain, ask him why he stopped, he flips you over, sinking back into you and grabbing hold of your hips.
“I just wanted to help out, since our sloppy little slut is drooling all over herself.” He hums, his pace much less like his own and more like San’s jackrabbit fucking from earlier. Your eyes widen and you tug at the sheets, throwing your head back as Seonghwa fucks you. San’s cock brushes against your cheek as he tilts your chin up.
You press kisses and kitten licks to it, the pleasure nearly overwhelming as San watches you.
“Look at her, about to cry. Does it feel that good? Hm?” he cups your jaw and your mouth falling open to welcome him back into your mouth. San is careful not to hurt you, but he’s certainly not as slow with his thrusts as before, fucking your mouth and throat and watching your face closely as he held your chin in his hand.
Tears well up in your eyes, your tongue out and curled. You can taste his precum, feel him twitching hard on your tongue as you pressed it against the thick vein at the underside of San’s cock.
Seonghwa’s normal purrs and casual teasing had melted into pleasured sighs and groans. With a glance to the left, you can see your reflections in the mirror.
San’s dark gaze on your face, his balls slapping against your chin as he fucked your throat, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other held your chin and jaw in place. Seonghwa’s hard grip on your hips, claws digging into your skin ever so slightly as beads of sweat rolled down his body. His spade-tipped tail wrapped around one of your large thighs while he groaned loud, head tilting back.
He was close. Honestly, so were you.
Gleaming tattoos had appeared on both of their bodies the closer they got to their orgasms, pulsing crimson and magenta in the neon red lighting of your room.
“Like looking at your reflection, baby? Should we make a mess out of you so you can see yourself like that too?” San growled. You turn your gaze up to him and nod, tear tracks staining your cheeks as you swallow as much as you can around him.
“F-fuck-”
His hips stutter, unable to look away from your eyes as he held you still, thrusting faster. You gag, brows twitching ever so slightly, but the feeling is wonderful as San growls out your name, cumming hard. He seems to remember partway through that he promised a mess, so he pulled out before finishing, thick ropes of cum landing over your nose, lips, and your tongue as you panted, looking up at him in a pleasured daze.
Seonghwa doesn't give him time to admire his work, however, hooking your arms in his and pulling you upwards onto your knees, growling as he rocked up into you. A scream of ecstasy tears from your used throat and you let your head rest on Seonghwa’s shoulder, body jiggling as he groaned behind you.
“Y-Y/n~ Fuck, just like that, keep clenching-” a deep purr rumbled in your ear as Seonghwa cums, grinding deeply, milking himself as you clench tighter, cumming with a scream. His grip on your arms tightens as you nearly fall forward, body shaking from the force of the second orgasm.
You sob, overstimulated and vision blurring as Seonghwa slowly lets you go. San catches you so you don't fall forward fully and Seonghwa chuckles, caressing your ass as you panted.
“Uh oh, I think we lost her.” San snickers, gently licking your cheek of some of his cum.
Seonghwa looks down at the mess you both made on his cock as he pulled out, humming and picking you up and setting you in his lap. He set his head on your shoulder, looking over at the mirror as he caressed your shaking and trembling thighs.
“Look.”
You look over, blushing as you see the lewd image looking back at you, your chest rising and falling hard as San’s cum still sat across most of your face. You look down at your body, whimpering at the telltale thick white pearls of cum that kept running out of your lips. You jolt slightly as Seonghwa rubs your lips before spreading them lewdly, giving you an even better look.
“Catch your breath, you did well.” Seonghwa praises, chuckling at the sleepy way you blink at him in your reflection. San waves a hand, the neon red LEDs turning back to their usual white color as he disappeared from the room. In the distance, you can hear water running and mumble in protest.
“I hope you don’t expect me to walk after that.”
“No, no.” Seonghwa chuckles and kisses the apple of your cheek. “Just relax. We’ll take care of the rest. You did so well for us.” He reaffirms, pushing his messy fingers into his own mouth. You watch him for a moment before closing your eyes.
“...thank you.”
Seonghwa chuckles and picks you up as San pokes his head back in the room.
“No, thank you.”
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Pairing: dad!Seonghwa x mom!reader
Genre: fluff
Rating: PG
Warnings: parenting, mentions of pregnancy
Word Count: 1k
Note: I know this was meant to be uploaded on Sunday but I got pretty sick then traveled for a whole day so we’re getting it today instead. Happy late Father’s Day!!
It was rare you actually got to sleep in with a toddler in the house. So when you wake up with the sun in your eyes and a faceful of your husband’s hair you’re pleasantly surprised. When you try to roll over to look at your phone he groans but you manage to turn enough to check the time, 8:48 am, honestly not bad considering your daughter normally is awake and ready to run around by 8am. The moment you pull too far away you feel Seonghwa’s arms wrap around your middle and tug you back to his body. He whined something unintelligible and you just giggled and cuddled back into the crook of his neck. Your fingers run through his long black locks and he makes a noise of appreciation.
“Are you ready to wake up yet?” you question softly.
He mumbles something that sounds like a ‘no’ and holds you tighter. You giggle at him and continue playing with his hair. Just as you notice him starting to fall back to sleep you hear a small knock on your door. You knew your daughter was on the other side of the door waiting for you.
“Seonghwa let me up.” you gently pat his arm.
“No, let me hold you.” he groans, voice still very riddled with sleep.
“Let me go get Eunji and then we can all cuddle together for a little bit.” you compromise.
He groans again but lets you go. He may act like he’s annoyed by the suggestion but it’s quite the opposite, he loves having your daughter stuck between you early in the morning. It’s an easy way to get family time together but also keeps the morning rather peaceful, unlike the days when he runs out the door to get to schedules on time.
The moment you open the door your eyes fall down on your small daughter. Her eyes look slightly watery immediately setting your ‘mom instincts’ off. You pick her up and hold her close to you, standing still for a moment you just hold her.
“Are you okay baby?” you question softly, rocking back and forth in your place.
She nods shortly, “Just want to cuddle with you and daddy.” she admits.
Smiling at her request you put her down and usher her towards Seonghwa (who is still not awake fully yet). You follow after, climbing back into your side of the bed. Your eyes follow Eunji’s head of hair as she finally makes it to her dad’s side of the bed. Her small hand reaches to grab onto something, anything, to help her climb onto her dad. Seonghwa jokingly pretends to be fast asleep still while Eunji tugs on his arm repeatedly. You giggle watching the interaction between them and smile brightly when you hear a surprised squeal from your daughter. Seonghwa had suddenly wrapped an arm around her and pulled her up onto the bed. Quickly wrapping his arms around her, she smiles brightly at her father, the rays of the sun gently shining on both of them.
“Did you sleep good, baby?” he smiles.
She nods at him, “I didn’t like waking up on my own though,” she pouts, “like when daddy wakes me up.”
“Yeah? What about when mommy gets you?”
“I like that too!” she enthuses.
Despite her burst of energy she tucks her face against Seonghwa’s neck and makes the noise she always does when she’s sleepy. Seonghwa smiles sweetly at her and starts rubbing her back in soothing motions. You get comfortable next to them and rest your head by his shoulder, hopefully avoiding disturbing your daughter in any way. It’s odd that she’s still sleepy when it’s just past 9am but you won’t fight it. Your only worry is that it might interfere with her nap time.
“I think coming to practice with me yesterday really tired her out.” Seonghwa jokes quietly.
“Probably,” you smile, “she loves going though. The more time she has with you the happier she is.”
“She loves you a lot too.” he reassures
“I know, she’s very much so a daddy’s girl though.”
“Yeah, she is.” he muses, “I really wish I was around more often, I feel bad leaving you girls home when I go on tour or something.”
“You should give us more credit. We’re strong girls.”
“I know you are.” he chuckles, placing a kiss on your head.
You reach up and start playing with his hair. Your daughter lightly snoring in his ear, he’s made it clear on many occasions though that he doesn’t mind it. It just lets him know that she’s sleeping peacefully. You both stay quiet for a while just looking at each other and enjoying the peaceful morning. The rays of the sun still beat down on him gently and you can’t help but think about how ethereal he looks like this. First thing in the morning, no makeup or hair styling done. Just smiling with your daughter happily sleeping on his chest, he looks the most beautiful in these moments in your opinion.
“Hwa,” you whisper.
“Yeah, baby?” he responds immediately.
“How do you feel about another one? I love Eunji more than life itself but still, what do you think about another baby?”
“Anything with you and I’ll be the happiest man alive or dead.” he smiles, “Do you want another one?” “Well, maybe there’s already one on the way.” you smile softly.
“Are you serious, babe?” he beams rather loudly, “Another baby? It’s happening now?” “Shh,” you giggle reminding him that Eunji is asleep on him, “Yes, I just got the positive test a few days ago.”
You calm down your now very excited and very awake husband. The rest of the morning was spent talking about your hopes and excitement for the new baby. About Eunji and how much she’s grown in the past four years. How you’re so excited to see her and your unborn baby grow each day and how beautiful it will all be. Even about how the two of you will continue to grow and learn with the help of your children.
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