"EAT YOU UP" ── casual things about you that turn them on
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what makes them want to take you aside and fuck your brains out
content: fluff! and also +18 MINORS DON'T INTERACT some of these are suggestive, car sex, mentions of being a bit possessive, praising, public sex ?), one single case of choking, p in v
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Hongjoong — possesiveness
All that Hongjoong has ever wanted was someone to match the level of intensity with which he loves. Sometimes he feels like the term "ride or die" falls short, and he's aware it might be a bit unrealistic. He always thought it might be asking too much, too specific of an expectation to have; until he met you.
You stare at him from the corner of the room, watching him speak with a woman you've never seen before. Maybe he has mentioned her, but you doubt it. She doesn't seem that interested in him, but that doesn't really matter to you. Hongjoong can feel the hole you are burning on the side of his head where you've been staring. He can't help but to smile mid-sentence, amused. He knows that will also make it worse, especially with the way the girl he's talking to stares at his lips and gives him a smile of her own. He's psyched when he can feel you moving through the crowd to get a hold on him, watching you out of the corner of his eye.
"Can I speak with you for a second?"
You grab onto his wrist before he has time to answer, leaving the girl to deal with the confusion on her own. He lets you drag him to a quiet corner, a playful smile on his lips as he waits for you to turn around with a scowl and a slight pout. You tug at his arm, your nails digging on his waist as you hold him closer. Hongjoong bites his lower lip in anticipation, dick already getting hard with the possessive way you hold onto him.
"What is it?" he teases "What's the emergency?"
"I don't like anyone that close to you"
He chuckles, endeared and aroused.
"She wasn't that close"
"Close enough"
He bares his teeth in a crooked smile, enjoying the way your eyes harden at the mention of the girl back at the event room. He doesn't even remember her name, but he's so grateful for her friendliness. Now he gets to watch you like this.
"You need to start controlling yourself" he tuts, holding your chin and making you look up at him through your lashes.
You chew at the inside of your mouth, looking away in frustration.
"I can't help myself" you complain "I hate it when I see you with someone else like that"
He really can't help himself either. When you are so cute and greedy like this all he wants is to pamper you and let you have it your way. He pretends he's exasperated, like you are not leaving him any other choice when he drives you both back home and doesn't wait until you get to the bedroom to take you the way you've been begging him to. Lifting the edge of your dress up to your waist, pushing your panties to the side and bending you over the arm of the couch.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asks, voice almost lost between the sound of his hips thrusting into you, the lace of your panties dragging deliciously against his cock "Are you happy now?"
Seonghwa — compliments
He's already giddy when he parks the car in front of your house. Six o'clock sharp, as he promised. He fixes a few strands of hair that fall in front of his eyes in the rearview mirror as he waits. He's about to text you when he sees you approaching the car, his breath catching on his throat when he sees you walk through the doors of your apartment building. He gets a better look when you open the door and come inside. He usually would have come out of the car, greeted you and opened the passenger door for you, but he was too shocked to do that.
A large, beautiful bouquet of flowers rests on your lap as you close the door behind you. He has a hard time deciding whether to look at your beautiful face, or the flowers that sway with every little movement you make.
"Do you like them?" you ask, a bit shy.
Seonghwa's eyes are slightly wide and shinning impossibly bright as he eyes every detail of the gift.
"Of course I like them" he says, an overwhelmed breathy laugh slipping past his lips "But why?"
You shrug and look away.
"Can't I get some pretty flowers for my pretty boyfriend?"
Now, Seonghwa hates arriving late to reservations. Not showing up to them is of course inconceivable for him, that is unless he has a good reason for it. Having your legs spread open as he fucks you on the passenger seat, reclined all the way back parked in an empty parking lot is one of these good reasons. Pants barely pulled down below his ass, low enough for him maneuver in the small space. It's tricky and uncomfortable, his knees and legs struggling to keep steady, but it won't stop him.
"Is it okay?"
The worry laced in your moans makes him thrust harder.
"Don't worry"
He almost feels bad about the beautiful satin dress you had picked for your date, now full of wrinkles. The makeup he can tell you've put so much effort in is now smeared on your face, your gloss making your lips stick to his with the faint scent of strawberry. He does feel bad, but he can't deny the sight makes his cock twitch where it's buried inside your tight walls. You push the strands of hair away from his face, eyes darting around his features, intense despite the fucked-out expression on your face.
"So pretty" you mutter.
An almost pained whine escapes Seonghwa's throat as he thrusts deeper into you, nails digging on the learher seats.
Yunho - clinginess
Some people might be worried about being too much: texting too often, asking to meet whenever possible, calling every day. You don't have to worry about that with Yunho.
He wants you blowing up his phone, calling him every night to tell him about your day. It might not be that obvious at first, but you can feel the shift in his tone if you don't text him that much or insist on knowing when you'll be meeting next.
"I wanted to call you all day, but work has been... you know"
"You must be so tired; are you finishing now?"
"Yeah, just leaving"
"How are you getting back home?"
Usually, you would catch the bus, bearing the dreadful hour-long commute back that leaves you relatively close to your apartment building. There is a silence, and Yunho waits, not as patiently as he likes to pretend he is. He can hear the hesitation in your voice, anticipation seething in his stomach as the seconds pass.
"You said you are off today?" you ask in a small voice and Yunho smiles. He makes an affirmative sound.
After a few seconds of silence, his patience is running out.
"Ask me" his tone is sweet, but there is an edge to it that makes you swallow.
You feel your pulse racing when you finally ask:
"Can you pick me up?"
"Be there in twenty"
He has to wait until you get in the car with him. He does his job as a proper boyfriend first: getting out of the car and trapping you into a tight, comforting hug before opening the passenger door for you. He watches you put on the seatbelt before he leans in and kisses you deeply. You feel the tightness in your shoulders ease at the touch, and he can feel it too.
"Did you miss me?" he asks, a pleased glint in his eyes when you nod "You should tell me"
"I missed you"
He drives you back home with his large hand settled on your thigh, warm and possessive. There is something about the way he holds you, the way he easily manoeuvres the wheel with only one hand that has you clasping your thighs together. He smiles and his fingers flex, digging slightly on the plush flesh of your inner thigh.
"Just a few more minutes. Then I'll take care of you"
San — affection
There's nothing that awakens the warm, not-so-innocent flutter in San's stomach as much as a chaste kiss pressed against the back of his hand. A soft caress on at the base of his nape, knuckles stroking his cheek with a light touch while holding eye contact.
The heated makeout session with hands tugging at clothes and lip biting do work on him, but it's the calmer, slow-paced way in which you kiss him that truly sets his body aflame. The way you leave soft kisses around his face, taking your time to let him feel how much you love him with each one has his heart swelling and feeling like he's about to burst with affection. You guide his lips open, the tip of your tongue teasing his for a second before you break the kiss, diving in for another one right away. Your breath fans on his face and he draws in a sharp inhale when his now obvious bulge presses against your leg. He swallows the moan that slips from your lips with a satisfied groan, his fingernails cratching at your lower back with restrained want. They move upwards until they settle on your face, pressing it against his as close as he can, buckling his hips again to chase that jolt of pleasure whenever they meet your body.
"Can we take my pants off?" he asks, lips still pressed against yours, warm and soft "Please"
Yeosang — obliviousness
Ironically, what some would consider Yeosang's biggest problem is also his biggest weakness when it comes to you. It's at these times that he can understand why everybody finds it so charming on him.
When you ask "Are you okay?" after he's been quiet for a while, placing your hand dangerously close to his crotch. He looks up at you, surprised, only to find genuine, unadulterated concern.
"Yes, of course"
You don't notice how his voice comes out a bit strained and just pat his thigh before going back to the conversation you had been having with Mingi and San.
When you kneel down to tie his laces that have come undone. It is not enough that his heart flutters at the action, but he can also feel the heat crawling downwards when your neckline exposes your lace bra to him from this new angle. You are completely unaware as you look up at him with a fake pout.
"You are a handful, you know that?"
He can feel the blush spreading across his cheeks and how restraining his pants feel all of a sudden. He brings a hand to his mouth, covering the nervous laugh he can't stop from bubbling out of his chest.
"What's that about?" you ask, amused yet confused.
Yeosang waves his hands in front of you, telling you to not even worry about it while he calms down himself. Finally, he grabs your hand.
"Can we go home?"
You tilt your head.
"Already? I mean, sure. Is everything okay?"
Yeosang nods with a throaty, affirmative noise. You suspect nothing on the way home, but when you close the door of your apartment you barely have time to set your keys down before he's got you caged against the wall. He is not aggressive nor hurried, arms wrapping around you in what some people might misunderstand as an intimate hug. But you know better.
"What is it?" you ask, teasing.
Yeosang simply buries his face on the crook of your neck with a shy smile and presses his whole body against yours, hard on pressing against your lower stomach through the rough fabric of his jeans. The sound you let out makes him shudder, and he holds you closer as he humps you right there in the middle of the hallway. There's only the sound of clothes, breathy moans, and dangling keys that you still have in your hand, shaking with every thrust of Yeosang's hips against your body.
"You are so cute..." he breathes against the shell of your ear, and you finally drop your keys.
Mingi — desire
There's nothing that strokes Mingi's ego and makes his heart flutter more than knowing how much you want him. The way your eyes drag across his body, slow and deliberate, drinking up every detail of his stage outfit before going up again and setting on his again. Pink has bloomed on his cheeks and ears, alongside a cocky, yet slightly nervous, toothy smile.
"Do you like it?"
He sees the way you swallow before answering, and it makes him bite at his bottom lip. You are trying so hard to look composed, all while he can see the hunger in your eyes, in the way your body has stiffened at his question.
"You look incredible"
His heart swells at the compliment. Mingi can feel his body growing hotter under your gaze, and the way he can tell you are aching to touch him both pleases and makes him pity you. He wants to give you what you want. Wants you to take what's yours.
After the show, the empty waiting room remains locked, but the truth of what's going on behind it is loud enough to be heard from the outside. Mingi sits on the couch, stage outfit still on while you ride him in a way that has his head titlted back an hands trembling at your sides. His legs are spread wide, pants unzipped, and boxers pulled down enough for you to fuck him. Your hips rut against his at a frantic pace, desperate to feel all of him as your hands travel all over his body.
"You look so good" you praise with a whiny moan "Thank you"
A few more sweet words in his ear, and Mingi doesn't last much longer. But you won't stop, and he will let you.
Wooyoung — understanding
With Wooyoung, it's easy to assume playful banter and laughter might be what he feels attracted to the most. However, when the laughter has died down and he becomes that quiet version of himself that isn't in the mood for jokes or to entertain it's almost like a test. He sometimes retracts in one of his moods, and can't bring himself to be the cheerful version of himself that charmed his way into your life, almost as if chekcing if you will stay.
When he has so much pent-up anger he ends up venting to you for minutes, hands cutting through the air in sharp, frustrated motions before you grab at them, fingers curling around them gently. You listen to him, to his voice that becomes broken and incredibly high-pitched, but you never ask him to lower it. You don't pull away, instead your hand settles on his lower back, drawing slow, soothing circles over his soft skin. That's when he has the intense need to hold you close until your bodies melt together. He wants sweat making your skin cling onto his like hot leather as he rolls his hips against yours, dick buried as deep as humanly possible inside your pussy.
"More" he moans against your neck.
He continues to push forward, refusing to pull out at all and abandon the warmth of your insides for even a second.
"Can't--" you whine undernat him, overwhelmed by the never-ending feeling of fullness. You pull at his hair in desperation "Wooyoung, please move"
But he doens't listen.
"More... more--"
Jongho — bashfulness
For Jongho, it's the way he can see the obvious way he affects you whenever he amps up the romanticism and intimacy, whether it's in public or in private. No matter the place or the occasion, there is always a brief moment in which he can see the way your eyes shy away from him and heat crawls up your face.
"You look beautiful today" he says, squeezing your hand a bit tighter.
You feel yourself melt under his gaze, so soft and yet so charged. You look away, fighting back a nervous smile.
"Thank you"
Jongho loves the effect he has on you, that bashful expression that you show only to him when he makes you feel pretty. Or when he has your wrists pinned above your head and you have nowhere to hide from him. His free hand grips at your jaw, forcing you to face him as he continues to fuck you, drawing embarrassing sounds out of your swollen lips.
"Why are you hiding that pretty face from me, hm?" his fingers slip around your neck, pressing hard enough to pin you in a way that makes it impossible for you to turn your head. You'll have to look at him, with your glassy eyes and embarrassed expression that makes his cock throb inside of you "You know how much I like it. Be good"
➾In Which: Two things get passed around; the joint — and you.
RATED XXX. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.
❥Park Seonghwa x Kim Hongjoong x Kang Yeosang x fem reader
♫In Your Fantasy - ATEEZ♫
➯a/n: AH AH AH AH NOBODY LOOK AT ME NOBODY TOUCH ME IM HEJFIWBDKEQ- i really liked the new songs and im totally normal about them <3. totally not foaming at the mouth. totally not losing my mind. totally —
(>ᴗ•)genre: pure, filthy, unfiltered debauchery
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: i am ovulating. strap the FUCK in lovelies. ROUGH, MEAN, DIRTY. hongjoong and reader in an established relationship, he shares her <3 (he's still possessive though dw), implied chubby reader (squishable boobs, thighs, and tummy), doms hj and ys / switch (?) sh / sub reader, incredibly filthy but also completely safe: hongjoong is much more sober and makes sure reader feels safe / doesn't do anything she's uncomfortable with, that being said: free use reader gets her shit rocked, sub space, unprotected; pull out method + (1) creampie, orgasm control + edging + overstim, dry humping, high as some mfing kites, spit, messy kissing, face fucking, face sitting, breath play, giggly moments, fingering, hair pulling, m x m; kissing + grinding + sexual tension, cum eating, dacryphilia, manhandling, yeosang is a mean little weirdo (i luv him), praise + degradation, a few light spanks / slaps, park seonghwa's oppa kink. pet names + name calling: (dumb, little, sweet, messy, dirty, stupid, pretty, needy) baby, angel, slut, cumdump, fleshlight, love, girl, fuck(er), dummy / oppa, sir, joong(ie), sang(ie), hwa, pervert
"Are you sure she's okay with this?" Seonghwa asks while he nervously bites at his thumb, looking over to where you sit with Yeosang at the table.
Your fuzzy socked feet pulled up on the chair, your chin on your knees as you roll a large joint; making small talk with the younger member. You don't even look the slightest bit nervous or shy despite what you all know is coming.
Yeosang looks a bit more shy than usual, and he keeps his eyes locked onto your nimble fingers after you caught him staring at your nipples through your thin tank top.
"Yeah," Hongjoong answers simply, dropping his phone in his lap and leaning back to look over at you with a small smirk. "She's excited."
"What about you?"
"Me?" Hongjoong raises a brow, "what about me?"
"Are you... excited?"
"Oh," he breathes, before a large smile spreads across his face, "very. She's actually super slutty, I want to see how she acts with you guys. I bet she'll cum s-"
"Hongjoong!" Seonghwa yells, eyes wide and hand over his mouth, "you can't call her that-"
He laughs, meeting his eyes with yours as you and Yeosang look over to the commotion, "baby, come here for a second?"
You slide the small tray with the paper and buds on it to Yeosang before you hop down and come over with a smile. "What's u-"
"Get on your knees." Hongjoong says flatly, staring up at you.
You can feel Yeosang staring at you from the table, and Seonghwa is looking up at you with eyes still wide.
You sink to your knees without a second thought, even if it does make your heart beat a little faster. "You still want to-" Your boyfriend goes to speak, when you cut him off.
Nodding eagerly, "I really do."
"You do?" And you nod. "Because you're my slut, right?" Another nod — and you hear Seonghwa's breathing picking up a bit. "And you like it when I tell you what to do?"
Seonghwa thinks he might explode as you keep nodding your head obediently, knelt between them; a bit more towards Hongjoong. He's never seen someone so... pliable. It's making his pants tight around the crotch.
"And you really, really like it when I use you as my personal fleshlight, don't you, baby?"
"Yes-"
"Give me a kiss," he doesn't even give you time to respond before he's leaning down and grabbing you by the throat, lips pressed to yours roughly. It's even rougher than usual now that his friends are watching. Like he's showing off.
Because he most certainly is.
He pulls back and spits into your gaped mouth, spreading the saliva that misses all over your chin as you look up at him dazed. "You want to be their fleshlight, too?"
"Yeah," you pant quietly, "I want to make them feel good."
"How are you going to do that, sweet girl?" He smiles, devilish under the surface as he feels Seonghwa shifting on the couch next to him.
"Let them use me."
"Yeah? C'mere," he says softer, pulling you up to straddle him, "you want us to use you however we want?" He hums as he rubs your thighs gently.
"Yes."
"Do you want me to stay sober so I can make sure you don't do something you'll regret?"
You hesitate for a moment before you nod, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, "a little bit. Just, not as high?"
Yeosang almost scares Seonghwa with how he's snuck up on you all, holding out the lit joint to him as he blows the smoke out of his lungs.
He takes it quickly so he can calm his nerves about the whole thing, taking a long puff while listening to Hongjoongs soft reassurances to you.
"I can do that, baby," he whispers as he wraps his arms around you, voice low in your ear — but purposefully not so low that his friends can't hear him. "I'm going to share you, but don't forget who you belong to, okay? I'm the only one you share your bed with. I'm going to let my friends use your little pussy and when they're done, I'm going to fuck you so good you forget what they even felt like inside of you. Do you understand?"
"Sounds good, Joongie," you reply airily, your cheeks suddenly hot from his words; and from the way you can feel their eyes on your lower back as Hongjoong slides his hands under your shirt to caress your back.
"And if you want them to quit, you let me know. My girl comes first. Yeah?"
"Okay," you nod, looking down at him as he leans back, "love you, Joong."
"Awe, I love you too," he says with a peck to your lips, hands on your hips as he pulls away, "now show them how much of a slut you are."
You and Seonghwa both gasp as Hongjoong all but throws you into his lap; his hands clumsily coming to steady you by your waist. "H-hey, Oppa."
It's his turn to feel hot, ears practically burning as you settle over his lap; just as you were atop your boyfriend. "Hey..."
"Don't be shy, love," Hongjoong says as he takes the joint from his lips, having taken a small hit — just like you asked of him. He leans and places it between your lips, allowing you to suck on it as he says, "get nice and high for us. You always get so wet~"
"Fuck, I can't believe this is happening," Seonghwa groans, rubbing his face.
"Why not?" Yeosang asks as he sits on his other side, eyeing you slowly as Hongjoong holds the joint for you to take another hit. "If you don't want to touch her, let me."
Seonghwa stops you when you go to move towards him; hands firmer on your sides. "Don't-" He hesitates, "I want you to grind on me."
Hongjoong smirks as you immediately start moving your hips, your hands settled on your thighs — afraid to touch. "You can touch, can't she, Hwa?" He reaches between you and hands Yeosang the joint.
He looks between you before nodding quickly, "yes- yeah, I don't mind."
"Of course you don't," Yeosang chuckles before taking a quick hit, "pretty girl grinding on your cock, you'd be stupid if you were complaining."
His casual calling of you 'pretty' makes you even more shy, whining as you move to press your face into Seonghwa's chest; holding onto his shirt as you swirl your hips lightly.
"Awe, my little slut is shy, huh?" Hongjoong giggles, giving a small spank to your ass and making you jump. "I know you can do better than that, don't embarrass me now."
"Fucking-" Seonghwa gasps, instinctively grabbing at you as you grind into his growing bulge — deep and perfectly paced, "oh my god~" He bites his lip quickly, head tilted back to stare at the ceiling.
"See, that's more like it," Hongjoong hums, rubbing your sore cheek, "be a good whore for Oppa~"
Seonghwa snaps his head down to glare at him, mouth open to chastise him when you give a particularly nice roll of your hips and all he can get out instead is a moan. "Oh, shit-" He grips your hips, guiding you to repeat the motion, "like that."
Yeosang places the blunt in his lips, letting it hang as he stands up; tired of watching. He quickly unbuttons his pants, pulling his zipper down to give some relief to his aching cock. He comes behind you, gathering up your hair before pulling you up, "come here, slut."
Hongjoong laughs at the lost look in your eyes as you come up; inebriated brain lagging behind as you catch up to someone else calling you that.
"Finish it off," Yeosang hums as he places the joint into your mouth, a good four hits still on it. "I want to you to be so high you forget where you are when I fuck your brains out."
Seonghwa pants out a laugh as you cough, shocked by his bluntness so much that your hips still. Hongjoong does the same, adding to your shock when he smacks your ass again, "did we tell you to stop, dummy?"
You steady yourself with your hand on Seonghwa's stomach, the other pinching the joint as you catch your breath. "Sorry..."
"It's okay, pretty baby," Hongjoong leans and kisses your cheek as Seonghwa starts pulling your hips again, "now, do what Yeosang asked. Don't disappoint our guests."
You nod, shakily bringing the joint back to your lips and taking a large puff.
"She really will do anything you ask, won't she?" Yeosang asks, eyes filled with lust and curiosity as he watches you finish off the joint.
Hongjoong only smirks in response while he takes the ending from your lips, tossing it to the ashtray. "Baby," he tilts his head, and you look to him immediately, "open your mouth."
You do so with zero pause, tongue rolled out.
Seonghwa and Yeosang curse in tandem, the latter pulling you faster along his bulge as the lewd gesture makes his cock twitch.
Hongjoong stands up, tilting your head back slowly to look at them, "spit in her mouth."
Yeosang's eyes widen slightly, "really?"
"Yeah, really. She'll swallow it like a good girl," he looks to you pointedly, silently telling you to make him proud.
You hum affirmatively, locking eyes with him as he leans closer; "you'll let me spit in your mouth while you grind on someone else's cock? All while your boyfriend watches?" You nod, immediately met with his hand gripping your face as he spits right onto your tongue.
All three watch in various degrees of awe as you swallow it quickly, tongue stuck back out with a soft, "ah."
"Fuck- sorry, Hyung," Yeosang mumbles quickly as he leans down and wraps his arms around you, yanking you from Seonghwa lap and making him groan. "My turn," he breaths out as he falls back onto the couch, settling you in his lap.
Hongjoong sits next to Seonghwa, patting his shoulder with a grin, "don't worry, she's got stamina. We'll all get to use her."
"You asshole, Yeosang," he huffs softly, resting his head against the cushion and watching your hips closely as you grind down on his exposed boxers; it's almost like he can still feel it if he thinks hard enough.
"You were taking too long, I want some of her too," Yeosang pouts, but he definitely doesn't mean it — not when you're rubbing your clothed heat over his cock so deliciously.
You whine quietly as your high from the last few long hits sneaks up on you; making you light headed, along with the pleasure you're getting from pressing your clit onto him.
"Feeling good, baby?" Hongjoong asks quickly, guiding your head to rest on Yeosang's shoulder. He leans to your level and smiles as you nod quickly, "yeah? Are you getting needy?"
"Yeah," you admit tentatively, grabbing Yeosang's biceps as he grinds up into you.
"Needy little slut," Hongjoong coos as he slides his fingertips down and slips your tank tops sleeves over your shoulders. "Lift her up, Yeosang."
He groans a bit, but then he sees his intentions and moves quickly. Standing up, he steadies you with a hand on your lower back; the other carefully holding your head to his shoulder after it rolls.
Hongjoong rubs your arms softly before pulling your shirt down to your hips. Seonghwa leans forward, elbows on his legs as he watches closely, only able to catch a glimpse of your chest with the way Yeosang holds you upright.
"You're so wet," Hongjoong smiles at the evidence of how much you're enjoying yourself already, sliding all of your clothes down your legs in one slow pull; leaving you in nothing but your socks. "Come here, pretty, let me show you off~"
Yeosang pretty much falls back into his seat, eyes trailing every inch on your body wildly as Hongjoong rubs up and down your waist slowly.
"Good goddamn," Seonghwa whispers, swallowing thickly. "What the fuck." It doesn't really sound like a question, more of a way to express his disbelief as he soaks in every detail he can and commits it to memory — because there's no way he'd not be jerking off to this for years to come.
"Isn't my slut just gorgeous?" Hongjoong slips a hand to your cunt, cupping and squeezing it softly and making you gasp; grabbing at his arm for something to hold onto. "Needy little baby~" He giggles as you pout up at him beggingly.
"Please-"
Seonghwa stands up quickly, the simple sound of you begging — not even desperately or urgently — making his willpower completely disappear.
"You are such a tease, do you know that?" He says as he sandwiches you between them, suffocating you with his presence as he cups your jaw, still admiring your body. "Do you know how long I've wanted to fuck you? But, no, I just had to be a good person and not bend over my best friends girl." He meets your fuzzy gaze, slipping his hand under Hongjoongs as he grins; watching you both closely.
"R-really?" You ask shakily, feeling shrunken under his suddenly intense and dominant eyes.
"Dead fucking serious," he nods, slipping his middle finger into you and groaning as he feels around slowly; savoring the softness of your insides and making you tremble in the process. "I've jerked off to you so many times," he admits quickly, "thinking about how lucky Joong is, how he gets to fuck you. I know we all have."
"Maybe I'll invite them next time," Hongjoong purrs in your ear, massaging your breasts slowly, "would you like that? Each of my members getting a chance to feel that wet little cunt?"
"Yes-" You gasp as Yeosang sneaks up on you, gripping your jaw and turning you to look at him.
He looks from you to Hongjoong for a moment, and when he nods; Yeosang leans forward and kisses you. Messy, rough, completely overpowering your mouth with his and shoving his tongue between your lips.
You grab onto Seonghwa's side for stability as your legs wobble; another one of his fingers slipping into you. "Look at my messy slut," Hongjoong moans, grinding against your ass. When he catches your fingers raising shakily, he grabs Yeosang by his hair roughly; making him hiss. "Let her breathe," he says before pulling him to his lips instead.
He's a bit shocked at first, but he's quickly leaning into it; fighting against his tongue with his own.
You and Seonghwa both watch, and he can't help but giggle a bit. "God, I can't fucking believe this," he repeats his earlier sentiment.
"Hwa," you pant quietly, looking up at him with your chest heaving softly in Hongjoong's grasp.
His eyes widen a bit, nodding quickly. "What- what is it, are you ok-"
Hongjoong pulls away from Yeosang, looking at you with breakneck speed.
"Will you... maybe, eat me out?"
Hongjoong sighs with a laugh of relief, squeezing your chest almost affectionately. "Ah, you little fucker, you scared me."
"Sorry, Jo- ah!" You squeal as Seonghwa drags you away, throwing you onto the couch.
"Sit up," he rushes, pulling you up to face the wall before all but falling to the floor.
"Eager," Yeosang laughs, licking his puffy lips as he comes to sit next to you.
He lifts your hips and settles his face below you, moaning from the anticipation alone. "A-are you go-"
He cuts you off, "I'm gonna sit you on my face, yeah?" Before you have a chance to respond, he's pulling you down by your hips and holding you tightly while he lands a fat lick up the length of your cunt. "Oh, holy fuck..."
"Don't get addicted," Hongjoong warns him playfully, a hint of seriousness underneath. "She'll get you."
Yeosang chuckles as you grab the back of the couch; Seonghwa immediately licking all over your dripping pussy with an eagerness that makes you tremble. "You like that?" He hums, tilting his head and cooing when you nod quickly. "Yeah, I bet you do, slut~"
"Fuck-" You go to collapse onto the cushion when Hongjoong grabs the back of your neck and holds you up.
"No hiding, remember?"
"Sorry, sir," you apologize with a small whine as Seonghwa sucks on your clit.
"Can't take it anymore," Yeosang snaps as you utter the title, yanking his boxers down and groaning loudly. Grabbing your wrist, he drags your hand over to his hard length, "take care of this, all your fucking fault anyway."
"Mh, go on, baby," Hongjoong encourages you as you hesitate, going so far as to lean over and spit in your hand, "make him feel good."
It's hard to think of how to do that — with his grip on your neck and Seonghwa's tongue in your cunt and Yeosang's powerful gaze locked in on you and your brain entirely too high to process so much information at once.
"Hey," Yeosang notices you faltering and slaps you, gently; just harsh enough to bring you back to reality and listen to his more direct command, "jerk me off."
You swallow thickly, and you're still able to spit into your hand; letting it join Hongjoongs before you wrap your hand around his cock. His head falls back with the simple touch, a groan breaking in his throat as you slowly slide your hand up and down his length.
"You're doing so good, my dirty girl~" Hongjoong grins as he watches Yeosang slump from your attention to his cock — practically melting.
"Can I cum?" You look up at him, eyes wet and a pout on your lips.
"Awe, of course, you needy girl," he slides his hand around and grabs the front of your throat, choking you, "fucking cum all over Hwa's face, why don't you? Show him how nice it tastes."
You manage to give Yeosang a few more strokes before you have to let go, grabbing his arm and squeezing it tightly as you do just as your boyfriend says — cum all over his best friends face.
It's so intense that you lose all of the air in your lungs, a pathetic whimper all that you can manage as it washes over you.
Yeosang is shoving his bottoms off as he watches you, locking eyes with Hongjoong briefly before he snatches up your twitching form; leaving Seonghwa panting heavily and his face blissed out like he just came.
"Shit, you alive down there?" Hongjoong laughs, kneeling down and straddling his lap. "Told you she's slutty~"
He's completely breathless, grabbing onto him out of pure instinct and forcing him down to sit on his begging cock, "Joong, please-"
They both look over as you gasp; watching Yeosang push his fat tip into your cunt. He has you perched in his lap, head held to his shoulder once again, telling you, "take it." Before he slams his length into you with one rough thrust.
You scream into his shoulder, and Hongjoongs lips spread into a large grin as he registers your jumbled words. "Oh, fucking sweet hell! S'good!"
"Messy fucking fleshlight," Yeosang groans, gripping your hair tightly, "taking my dick no problem, so wet..." He closes his eyes, panting a few times while gathering himself.
"She's taking it all just like that?" Seonghwa asks in awe, hands still gripping Hongjoongs hips tightly.
"Course she is, my slutty little angel," Hongjoong reaches and smacks your ass; making both of you gasp, because the impact makes you clench around him.
"Fuck-" Yeosang curses with his jaw clenched, wrapping his arms around you tightly before pounding into you mercilessly.
You kick your feet uselessly, balling up his shirt in your fists as you moan into his neck; hiding your face there.
"Can you handle it, baby?" Hongjoong calls out, laughing along with Seonghwa as you quickly yell out:
"Fuck yes!"
"Good girl," he chuckles before looking back down to him, your arousal still gleaming on his chin. "Ah, she got you all messy," he says nonchalantly before leaning and licking up his chin, all the way to his lips; just hardly grazing the bottom one.
"Oh, fuck me," he sighs, eyes fluttering shut as Hongjoong laps up the rest of it before giving a small roll of his hips.
"That's her job," he giggles, sliding his hands up his chest, "unless you have something different in mind~" He whispers teasingly while wrapping his hands around his neck — just barely.
Seonghwa whimpers: the sounds of you getting pummeled next to him, the taste of you lingering on his tongue, Hongjoongs weight against his cock, his hands around his neck is getting to be too much.
"You pervert," Hongjoong chuckles as he tightens his grip, "you really do want both of us."
"F-fuck, so what?" He says shakily, blush creeping up his face as he hears you yelling for Yeosang to let you cum.
"So," he opens his eyes quickly as he feels Hongjoongs breath on his lips, finding him nose to nose with him, "maybe I'll make that happen if you make my girl happy."
"You will?"
His answer comes in the form of a kiss — not dominance fighting like it was with Yeosang, but not quite loving like with you. More... experimental. Testing the waters with each other.
Hongjoong abandons his lips as he hears you whimpering, looking over to you quickly. "Pretty?"
"He won't let me cum!" You wail, clinging to Yeosang's shirt like a lifeline. "Please, Joongie, tell h-him to let me!"
Yeosang laughs, breathlessly as he continues to practically beat up your insides with his thick cock. "Beg a little more, I'll let you~"
"Yeosang, don't be a jerk. Let the poor girl-" Seonghwa gets cut off when Hongjoong slaps a hand over his mouth, leaving him a bit flabbergasted.
"Baby~" He coos, holding back his own laughter, "I'm not in charge of you right now." He always is, and he continues to be even as someone else is using you like their toy. But he likes seeing you throw your little fits from time to time. And he wants to see how you handle it. "You'll have to do what Yeosang asks."
"Please, please, please-" You do so immediately, pushing yourself up on his chest only to be met with an indifferent stare; only a small smirk playing on his lips.
"You call that begging? Hongjoong has been too soft with you for how big of a slut you are."
"Sang, pl-" He pulls you off of him, leaving you whining and pouting for him to keep going as he throws you to lay across the couch.
"You'll learn how to really beg if you want it so bad." He flips you onto your stomach, pounding back into you the second you land.
You shove your face into the cushion as you cry, kicking your legs until he grips your hair and reels you up. "Try again."
"Please, I want to-"
"Wrong." He says before letting you go, pushing your legs open with his until one of them dangles off the edge next to Seonghwa and Hongjoong.
"Yeosang!" You scream, "fuck! Please, pretty fucking goddamn please! I can't hold it, I need to cum, sir-"
You keep on rambling your pleas, but you've already satisfied him — so he slips a hand under your hips and circles your clit. "Cum."
"J- Ah, thank you!"
The way you clench and tremble around him, the way you hide in the cushion as you moan; it all almost makes him cum inside of you before he remembers Hongjoongs threats before they even set foot in your shared space.
"Shit-" He gasps, pulling out quickly and crushing you to the couch as he sits on the back of your thighs, fisting his cock quickly as he watches the way you twitch.
Seonghwa is practically drooling as he watches Yeosang's cum splatter on the expanse of your back, Hongjoong just the same.
He holds your hip in a way that must be his attempt at comfort as you both just stay for a moment and catch your breath.
"You okay, sweet girl?" Hongjoong whispers, crawling out of Seonghwa's lap and kneeling next to your head as you sniffle. You hold your hand out shakily, opening and closing it quickly. "Awe," he takes it fast, lacing his fingers with yours, "little fleshlight got her brains fucked out after just one round?"
You nod into the couch, sniffling.
"You want to keep on going?"
Again, you nod.
"Atta girl," he giggles, rubbing the back of your head gently as Yeosang stands up.
He hesitates a second, but then he leans down and moves your head to look at him. "Thanks," he says before leaning down and kissing your cheek; earning himself a smile. "You d-" He clears his throat as his heart skips a beat, "you did really good."
"Say thank you, baby," Hongjoong says softly, taking the tissue that Seonghwa offers him and wiping up your back while biting his lip.
"Thank you, Sangie," you moan softly, pushing yourself up on your shaky arms before pointing at Seonghwa.
He points towards himself as well, finger to his chest, "me?"
"Your turn."
"You don't need a break, angel?" Hongjoong hands the soiled tissue to Yeosang, and he's disappearing further into the apartment. "D-"
"No," you giggle, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his chin, "I'm ready for more. Plus, Oppa won't be rough with m-" A yelp slips past your lips as Seonghwa pulls you to the floor, cupping your head as you fall to the hard wood.
"You have got to stop calling me that," he groans as he slots himself between your legs, holding himself up with one hand while the other guides his cock along your soaked slit; impatiently pulled out of his pants.
"Sorry, sir-"
"Fuck," he whines, eyebrows pressed together, "that's even worse."
Hongjoong chuckles, coming to sit by your head as he frees his length. "I think you're making him shy, baby," he leans and pecks your lips while fisting his cock, breathing in your gasp as Seonghwa slides into you slowly. "That feel nice, hm? Needy little fleshlight~"
Seonghwa gasps as you clench around him, leaning his head against your shoulder with a low curse. "Oh, fuck, you feel so good..."
Yeosang falls back onto the couch, turning his head to watch; his dick already half-hard in his boxers again. "Pretty slut," he whispers, to no one other than himself, but given the way Hongjoongs eyes flick to him; he figures he heard.
He did — and a sick sense of pride is in his chest as he looks between Yeosang's spent form and Seonghwa's blissful face. All because of you.
He leans down quickly, taking your lips in his more roughly. Cupping your cheek and pulling one of your hands to his hard length, holding his hand over yours and using it to jerk himself off all while Seonghwa starts thrusting into you with a testing pace. "Good fucking girl," he groans into your mouth, nipping your lips, "being such a well behaved slut for us. Keep it up for me, yeah?"
"Yeah," you pant out with a nod, feeling dizzy and being thankful that Seonghwa is taking you flat on the floor so his thrust don't throw you around as much as he picks up his rhythm. "I wa-want some cum, Joongie."
"Where at?" He grins wide as he hears Seonghwa moaning into your shoulder; clearly very into your neediness in your fuzzy state of mind if the way he grips your hips says anything, if the way he starts pounding you just as hard as Yeosang did says anything.
"Ah," you tilt your head back a bit, your back arching off the floor as he prods your g-spot, opening your mouth wide.
"Oh, in here, dirty girl?" He teases, sticking two of his fingers into your mouth and pressing your tongue down before spitting into it.
Yeosang slides down, already freeing himself from the confines of his boxers and grabbing your other hand to mirror Hongjoong; jerking himself off and spitting into your open mouth as you moan.
"We're going to give you some cum, and you better keep it in your mouth until Hwa is done using your little pussy, okay? You understand me?" Hongjoong asks with a soft slap, moving your hand faster along his length.
"Mmf," you pout as Yeosang grinds his leaking tip on your heated cheek, trying to tilt your head and take it into your mouth — when Seonghwa grabs you by the base of your hair and pulls you back down.
"He's talking to you, baby," he says lowly against your throat, nickname slipping without his permission or his realization. And the way it makes you squeeze him makes him want to do it again and again. "Where's your manners at?"
"Fuck!" You writhe as he stills after a harsh thrust, pressing against everything inside of you that makes you drool; strings of saliva visible in your mouth as you open it wide and hum a, "mhm!"
"That's better, that's a polite little slut," he moans before nipping at your sweat sheened shoulder.
Hongjoong eyes him for a moment, biting his lip as he tries to decide if he's okay with how he's behaving. Seonghwa's never had a dominant bone in his body. Maybe you're such a good sub that you've brought it out of him, or maybe he's just never had the chance to be in control of someone and it's giving him a high that rivals the drugs in his system.
Either way, Hongjoong decides he likes it, because evidently so do you — uncontrollable moans muffled as Yeosang shoves his cock in your mouth and fucks the pocket of your cheek.
"F-fuck," he whines quietly, Hongjoong the only witness to his moment of sensitivity because Seonghwa is drunk on your pussy, and you're... "God, you're so pretty." He can't help but let out his thoughts under the influence of the joint and the pleasure just as much as the two of you are.
You blink up at him with teary eyes, eyelashes starting to dampen.
"Isn't she?" Hongjoong coos, petting your cheek and pressing against it as Yeosang fucks into it, making all three of you moan with the chain reaction he creates: Yeosang cumming into your mouth, you moaning and clenching around Seonghwa to beg silently for him to make you cum, and him burying his face in your chest as he fucks you even harder.
"Don't swallow, you little fucker, I see you thinking about it," Hongjoong warns with a cocky grin stuck on his face as he takes Yeosang's place; the overstimulated man falling to sit next to you all as he catches his breath.
"You've got two more loads coming, angel," he pulls your head to the side, telling you, "suck. And don't let any cum out or you're licking it off the floor."
You whine, but you do what he asks, suctioning your lips around him tightly so none of Yeosang's cum can drip out before you bob your head slowly.
Seonghwa pants heavily, chest heaving against you as he stills — he's so close to his own orgasm but he doesn't want it to end yet. He watches you suck on Hongjoong cock with what can only be described as heart eyes; and Yeosang is the same.
"What's wrong, little love?" Hongjoong whispers mockingly as your tears finally start slipping from your waterline. "Can't breathe with all that cum and cock in your mouth?"
You nod, slurping around him as some of the cum threatens to drop.
"No?" He moves you to lay your head flat again, straddling your shoulders as Seonghwa sits up and watches over his shoulder; gasping a bit shocked when he pinches your nose closed and starts fucking into your messy mouth. "Now you can't breathe, stupid slut. Keep fucking sucking- make me cum unless you want to pass out and have us use your defenseless little holes like an actual fleshlight."
You grab his thighs tightly, sucking as best you can while Seonghwa starts fucking you again; unable to stop himself as he watches the lewd scene. "Goddamn, Joong," he groans, "you're so mean to her."
"She likes it. Likes being put in her place, right?" He lets go of your nose and lets you breathe heavily through it, still obediently sucking at him. "Besides, aren't you the one beating up her pussy right now?" He chuckles as he hears another groan from behind him over the slapping of skin. Carefully, he wipes the sweat from your brows and cradles your puffy cheeks.
"I'm going to cum, don't you dare spill any and don't you dare swallow, either," he warns shortly before doing just what he says; moaning and letting his shoulders slump as he spills all of his release into your stuffed mouth.
You pant through your nose as he pulls away, jaw dropping open to show them the white pool in your mouth.
"Fucking-" The words die out on Seonghwa's tongue, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you into his wild thrusts.
Yeosang licks his lips, eyeing you intently as you struggle to breathe with everything going on; lust still clear in his gaze.
Hongjoong moves off of you and swipes his hair back, taking a breath before he reaches down and circles your clit with quick and harsh movements, "cum for us, sweet girl~"
You choke as your pleasure breaks over you, gurgling and almost spitting the cum out before Yeosang leans quickly and slaps a hand over your mouth. "Keep it, baby. Taste us while you cum." Just like Seonghwa; the nickname flew out of his mouth without his consent or his knowledge — but Hongjoong catches it, and this time he doesn't hesitate to grin wide.
Your legs kick a few times before they fall uselessly, trembling as Seonghwa continues to fuck you through and past your mind-numbing orgasm while Hongjoong swirls his fingers on your messy clit.
"Oh, fffuck," Seonghwa moans, hands sliding up to your stomach and groping you, "ah, I want to cum so bad..."
"Not inside of her," Hongjoong warns quickly. No matter how much he's willing to share — he is the only one who gets to fill your pussy like that.
"G-god, I know," he says just as fast, hips stuttering and jolting into you like a wild animal, "but she practically beg-begging for it~ You're so. Fucking. Lucky." He growls between his teeth with a rough thrust to emphasize each word before suddenly pulling out; leaving you a trembling puddle as he climbs up your body hastily.
"Move," he grips Yeosang's wrist and pulls it away, opening up your messy mouth with a grip on your jaw. "Fucking hell," he gasps, jerking himself off quickly as you stare up at him with a dazed and content glaze in your eyes.
A little bit of his cum lands on your cheek before he places his tip in your mouth, biting back his whimpers as you suck on it. Hongjoong leans over and swipes it up; spreading it on your lips, "here we go, baby, none of it goes to waste."
Yeosang has to blink out of his daze to catch Seonghwa as he falls back, laughing as he pulls him to sit with his back against the couch. "Sweet fuck," he pants while tilting his head back.
"Swallow now, pretty girl," Hongjoong whispers, planting a kiss to your cum slick lips as you gulp. There's so much of it — you have to swallow a good three times before you can open your mouth and finally draw in some deep breaths. "Perfect~"
He wraps his arms around your shoulders and gently sits you up, making you whine, "Oppa, you j-jerk."
They all chuckle at your small pout, and Seonghwa looks down with a large smile, blush still bright on his cheeks. "Sorry, you just felt so good..."
"C'mon, little angel," Hongjoong says with a giggle, wrapping your arm over his neck to pull you up.
"I'll carry her, Hyung," Yeosang says quickly, jumping to his feet. Seonghwa is a little slower, still heavy with his bliss.
"Uh," Hongjoong hesitates, looking to you, "are you okay with that, love? He can carry you faster than me."
"Yeah," you groan, desperate for your comfortable bed and some love from your boyfriend. "Thanks, Sang," you sigh with relief as he scoops you up bridal style, leaning your head on his arm.
"No problem," he smiles down at you, feeling something a little too close to affection bubbling in his stomach and looking back up quickly. "Here we go," he sets you down slowly, scanning your body one more time, "thanks for... yeah." He kisses your cheek quickly before shuffling away quickly, giving Hongjoong a small bow as he passes.
Seonghwa comes up next, hand instinctively cupping your jaw as he leans down and kisses you softly. Short, simple, and sweet. "Thank you, baby," he whispers gently, stroking your cheek with his thumb like he's savoring the feeling of your heated skin, "you were so good for us."
"Thanks, Hwa," you lean up and peck his lips once more before he turns; smiling and nodding to Hongjoong as he heads to the door.
Hongjoong snatches up his wrist, devilish grin on his lips, "I think you made her happy." He says simply, but it carries something deeper when Seonghwa remembers his earlier words.
"Yeah?"
He nods, "maybe... this could be a regular thing. If she l-"
"Absolutely," you moan sleepily as you snuggle up ontop of your blankets.
They share a small laugh, peeking over at you. "Well, the princess has spoken," Seonghwa jokes like his heart isn't about to beat right out of his chest.
"We'll talk about it later, yeah?" Hongjoong slides his hand down his arm as he passes, climbing into the bed with you and pulling off his disheveled clothes. "Let me take care of my girl."
Seonghwa watches for a moment before he snaps back into his body, leaving the room and closing the door with a giant smile on his face.
"Are you okay, sweet love?" Hongjoong hums as he tenderly moves you onto your back, leaving a trail of soft kisses down your cheekbone to your lips. "They didn't hurt you?"
"No, I'm okay, Joongie," you smile beneath his lips, eyes blurry and gleaming with your submission. So deep in your subspace that you'd do anything and everything he asks of you. And all he asks is —
"Will you let me show you how much I love you?"
You nod, of course you do; spreading your legs so he can lay between them. Both of you completely nude, he hugs you close and melds your bodies together.
"I'm so proud of you, pretty," he groans into your ear as he slides his cock into you. Your sore walls clenching and twitching to say 'no more' but you only sigh softly and melt under him, holding him tightly as he sets a slow and loving pace.
"You are my perfect little fleshlight, aren't you? Take so much for me, make me feel so good — make my friends feel so good. Shhh, shhh~ No tears, angel," he kisses them up before you even notice them falling, shushing you softly.
You feel vulnerable and exposed after it all, and at the very same time you feel completely safe in his arms. "H-hold me tighter, please?"
"Of course," he quickly complies, squeezing you in his arms. "I got you, my sweet girl," he leaves one more kiss on your teary cheek before pressing his forehead against yours, noticing your eyes flicking around. "Hey, focus on me- there you go~ There's my pretty baby~"
You breathe heavy against his lips, eyes locked on his as he continues his slow thrusts, "f-feels good?"
"Feels so fucking good, love," he assures you immediately, "nothing in the world compares to my girl." He smiles as you do, giggling breathlessly as he plants another round of kisses across your face.
"Can you- fuck," you lose your train of thought as quickly as it comes, hips twitching under his as you whine.
"Slow, baby," he hums, kissing his way down your neck and sucking softly. "Tell me what you want, take your time."
"Can you please cum inside of me?" You plead, almost pathetic in the way you tear up at the thought of him saying no.
"Of course, I can- that gonna make you happy?" He hugs you tighter as your back arches, squeezing your chest to his.
"So happy," you gasp, fingers wrapping up in his hair to ground yourself.
"Don't worry, love, I'll give it to you," he chuckles quietly before latching onto your neck and sucking hard enough to leave a mark; something nobody else will do to you — not on his watch.
"Cumming, cumming!" You wail as it creeps up on you and blankets your entire being, smothering you in pleasure so hot and intense that you're full on sobbing by the time you come back to your body.
He groans deeply from the tight grip you have on his hair; the one you don't even notice, thrusting a few more times to fuck his cum into you before he all but collapses. He rolls to his side, dragging you along with him and immediately tucking your head under his chin to cradle you to his chest.
"Shhhh, you're okay," he hums, holding you tightly and moving slowly to drape a leg over your hip; pulling you even closer. "Pretty girl."
He's more than happy to keep sharing, keep showing you off — but nobody gets to see you like this.
So soft and vulnerable, so fragile as he holds you through your sobs.
ALPHA TAU ZETA (ATZ)
the most rushed frat on campus. if you're not a brother, you're fucking one!
a deliciously toxic series of oneshots dedicated to our eight favorite frat boys.
pairing: frat!teez x reader (member-by-member oneshots)
tags/genre: college au, frat au, smut, sneaky links, situationships, hookup sex, hate sex, all the toxic frat boy tropes you can imagine lol
notes: disclaimer that ATZ is made up for the plot LMAO, also heavy mentions of mature content (18+, mdni). no cheating, tho! y'all said bring back 2016 and i was there when history was written so i'm inspired :-P
status: 8/8 completed!
ONESHOTS BELOW THE CUT ⤵️
KEEP QUIET (M) • kim hongjoong, atz president
pairing: frat president!hongjoong x sorority president!reader
synopsis: hongjoong has a way with words and it's a talent that comes ever-so in handy as president of atz. when it comes to you, not so much. your role as one of the sorority presidents and a rule enforcer might have something to do with keeping him wrapped around your finger …
word count: 5.7k words
TAKE A SEAT (M) • park seonghwa, atz vice president
pairing: frat boy!seonghwa x reader
synopsis: you've never been able to stand park fucking seonghwa. he was a walking red flag and somehow everyone was still obsessed with him, ever since freshman year. even when you steered clear of him, he found his way under your skin. and, well ... your sheets ...
synopsis: yunho was everyone's favorite nepo baby (especially considering he kept the house's rent paid and the social events afloat). after meeting him at an end-of-year rager, you were both head over heels … or at least, you were. seems like yunho is more in tune with his wallet than his heart …
word count: 5.7k words
MISSED SIGNALS (M) • kang yeosang, atz secretary
pairing: frat boy!yeosang x reader
synopsis: when your best friend told you he planned to rush for atz, you thought he had lost his mind—there was no way kang yeosang would end up in a frat. fast forward to junior year, everyone loves him. and he loves the attention, except he seems to not notice that you were there first ...
word count: 5.9k words
IN FOR IT (M) • choi san, atz rush & recruitment chair
pairing: frat boy!san x reader
synopsis: san is the frat sweetheart. he keeps the house tidy after ragers, updates the calendar, sends out the text reminders. he's even the plug for the potheads! when he meets you at yet another atz rager, he realizes there might be more worth taking care of than a group of silly little frat brothers ...
word count: 5.9k words
FACE TIME (M) • song mingi, atz social chair
pairing: frat boy!mingi x reader
synopsis: everyone wants mingi. unfortunately, that includes you. he wants you, too, but only after midnight and once the liquor hits. once you've had enough and you play him at his own game and keep your distance, he doesn't seem thrilled ...
word count: 6.6k words
PRINCESS TREATMENT (M) • jung wooyoung, atz house manager
pairing: frat boy!wooyoung x reader
synopsis: there's one guy that will always be standing on the table at the end of the night, hooting and hollering for attention—jung wooyoung. what does he do when a girl the polar opposite of him takes a liking to him?
word count: 6.2k words
END OF THE YEAR (M) • choi jongho, atz treasurer
pairing: frat boy!jongho x reader
synopsis: forget the president and vp—jongho runs atz like the fucking military. for a frat brother, he sure is type a. maybe it's up to you to ensure he learns how to live a little and let loose ...
tws: implications of having sex ig, adult/sexual jokes, cursing, mention of sending nudes, mention of fucking in public spaces, blah blah blah, hongjoong ask reader to send him pics (lol),
author's note: I'M BACK, and at the request of some people, i came back with the fake texts ofc, SORRY I'VE BEEN INACTIVE FOR SO LONG, but I'll try to be more active and post more often!!! english is NOT my first language, please PLEASE ignore it if there're any mistakes with my writing, MDNI and enjoy :3
First of all; I'm 18, so worry not about age haha <3
Second; I would like to know how you think that ATEEZ members would react to female reader using pheromone perfume... 🧡🍂
Btw, I love your writing 🫶🏼
Invisible Leash – OT8
MINOR DO NOT INTERACT.
Pairing: ATEEZ members x afab!Reader (Individual Reactions)
Word count: 3.7k
Genre: Smut, Pheromone/Scent Kink, Primal Dynamics, Public/Private Risky Play.
Content and Warnings: This collection explores intense, primal reactions to chemical and scent stimulation that lead to a total loss of self-control and heightened predatory instincts. The narrative includes themes of olfactory fixation such as growling, sniffing, huffing scents, and “tasting” the reader through licking skin or perfume. It features characters abandoning professional and social composure, resulting in physical intensity such as pinning against walls or desks, bruising grips, and being carried or hoisted without consent (Hongjoong/Yunho). Public risk elements are prominent, including visible arousal (tents in pants) in boutiques (San) and practice rooms (Yeosang), as well as risky “claiming” behavior at a formal gala (Yunho). The scenarios include vocal distress such as whimpering, crying from sensory overstimulation (San), and heavy oral fixation, specifically highlighting a “nipple-drunk” or breast-focused desperation (Mingi). Notably, the scenarios include a heavy focus on specific endearments that shift power dynamics, including the use of “Mommy”, “Good Girl”, and “Princess.”
Please note: This content is for mature audiences only due to the explicit sexual tension, the focus on chemical/biological arousal triggers, and the aggressive, possessive nature of the reactions. Reader discretion is advised.
A/N: Another gift. Thank you for this, my dear. Let me know if you need something else for me to write, perhaps continue some parts here? 😄 Hope you like it.
Seonghwa:
The apartment was quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the air purifier—a staple in Seonghwa’s meticulously kept living space. He was sitting on the sofa, his eyes focused on a book, looking every bit the picture of domestic perfection in his silk loungewear. He smelled of his usual expensive, linen-scented detergent and a hint of the woody cologne he’d applied that morning.
Then, you walked in.
You had applied the pheromone perfume just minutes before in the bathroom, dabbing it on your wrists, behind your ears, and right in the hollow of your throat. You took a seat in the armchair across from him, picking up your phone as if nothing was different. Seonghwa didn’t look up at first, but his nose twitching gave him away. Ten feet of space felt like nothing as the scent reached him. He paused, his finger frozen on the page he was about to turn. He took a slow, deliberate breath, his chest expanding under his shirt.
“Did you... change the laundry soap?” He asked, his voice low and distracted.
“No,” you replied simply, not looking up.
He put the book down. His eyes darted to you, sharp and searching. He stood up, moving with a strange, slow grace. He didn’t come to you immediately; instead, he began to sniff the air around your general area, his eyebrows meeting in the middle as if he were frustrated by a puzzle he couldn’t solve. He looked like a scientist trying to identify a new element, his mouth slightly parted as he inhaled again and again.
“You smell…” He trailed off, the word caught in his throat. He stepped closer, his knees bumping against yours. “It’s like you, but... louder. Heavier.”
He leaned down, his face hovering inches from yours. You could see the slight tremor in his hands. He wasn’t just smelling the perfume; he looked like he was trying to taste it. His tongue swept across his bottom lip as his nose finally made contact with the skin of your neck.
The second his skin touched yours, the self-control disappeared.
Seonghwa let out a sound that was half-groan, half-growl, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His hands, usually so gentle and careful, gripped the arms of your chair with enough force to make the fabric creak.
“What did you do?” He whispered against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “I can’t... I can’t think. It’s all I can smell. It’s everywhere.”
He began to trail frantic, wet kisses up toward your ear, his composure completely shattered. He wasn’t worried about the pillows being straight or the house being tidy anymore. He reached down, hooking his arms under your knees and back, lifting you out of the chair in one fluid motion. As he carried you toward the bedroom, he didn’t stop nuzzling into your neck, his breath hitching every time he caught a fresh wave of the scent.
“You’re not wearing this out,” he muttered darkly, his eyes clouded with a hunger you’d never seen before. “Never. You’re staying right here until this smell is gone... and replaced with mine.”
The bedroom door clicked shut, and for the first time in his life, Seonghwa didn’t care that he’d left his book lying open and face-down on the sofa.
Hongjoong:
The red “On Air” light outside Hongjoong’s studio was off, but the atmosphere inside was just as pressurized. He had been working for ten hours straight, his hair slightly ruffled and his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. When he offered to go grab the food delivery from the lobby, you saw your window.
You pulled the small vial from your bag and applied the pheromones liberally—wrists, collarbone, and a daring swipe down the center of your chest.
When the door clicked open, Hongjoong entered with two heavy plastic bags. He didn’t even make it three steps before he stopped dead. His head snapped up, his nostrils flaring. He looked like he’d been physically pushed back. That “offended” look crossed his face—the look he gets when a beat isn’t dropping right—but it was quickly replaced by a dark, knowing smirk.
He knew exactly what you were doing.
“What’s that?” He asked. His voice was raspy from lack of use, tilting his head like a curious predator. He didn’t wait for an answer. He moved to the desk, shoving his expensive equipment and the bags of food aside with a reckless clatter that was totally unlike him.
“What?” You asked, blinking innocently, though your heart was hammering against your ribs.
“Don’t ‘what’ me,” he chuckled, a low, dangerous sound.
He walked toward you, his leather chair rolling away as he pushed past it. He didn’t stop until his boots were touching your sneakers. He reached out, his thumb catching your chin and tilting your head back. He leaned in, his nose dragging along your jawline until he reached the pulse point of your neck. He stayed there for a long time, just inhaling, his eyes closing tight. When he spoke again, his lips brushed against your skin.
“This. What is this?”
Before you could answer, his tongue darted out, licking a stripe up the side of your neck, tasting the perfume mixed with the salt of your skin. A small gasp escaped you, and Hongjoong hummed in approval, his hands sliding down to grip your hips and hoist you up onto the edge of his mixing desk.
“You’re trying to distract me,” he murmured, his eyes scanning your face, dark and dilated. “You want me to stop working? You want my full attention?”
He leaned back just enough to look you in the eye, his hand moving to the buttons of his shirt. “Fine. You win. But I hope you weren’t planning on eating that food anytime soon, because I’ve found something that smells a lot better.”
He leaned back in, his mouth crashing against yours, taste and scent colliding in the dim light of the studio. The music was forgotten; the only rhythm in the room now was the sound of his heavy breathing against your skin.
Yunho:
The gala felt like it would never end. The room was a sea of suits and silk, but Yunho was a man possessed. Ever since you’d returned from the restroom with that pheromone scent clinging to your skin, his world had narrowed down to the six-inch radius around you. He stood in that big space, nodding at the people speaking to him, but his “eyes” never left you. Even when he was facing away, he was attuned to your every move.
Mingi, sensing something was off, had been nudging him for the last twenty minutes. “Yunho? Hey, man, are you even listening?”
Yunho didn’t even blink. He was too busy tracking the trail of your scent as you moved across the room. He could feel it in the back of his throat—a thick, sweet, and dangerous pull that made his blood run hot. He wasn’t just interested; he was starving.
Finally, the moment you finished your conversation, he didn’t give you a choice. He placed a heavy, proprietary hand on the small of your back and politely excused the both of you for the rest of the night.
The car ride back was suffocating. The air inside the luxury sedan was still, and the scent of the pheromones began to fill the small space, mixing with the leather of the seats. The ride was not tense with anger, but he was physically tense—his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw so tight you could see the muscle jumping in his cheek. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes kept flicking to you, dark and dilated. And then there was the unmistakable evidence of his struggle: the prominent tent on his black slacks that he made no effort to hide as he shifted in his seat.
The second you both got home and the front door clicked shut, the dam broke.
Yunho didn’t even let you put your keys down. He lose himself, his large hands finding your waist and lifting you off the floor as if you weighed nothing. He pinned you against the wall, his chest heaving.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me for the last three hours?” He rasped, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against your ear.
He buried his face in your neck, inhaling so deeply it sounded like he was trying to pull the scent out of your very pores. He was a mess of desperate energy, his nose dragging along your pulse point while he let out a broken, shaky breath.
“I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was getting you alone so I could do this.”
He began to mark the skin of your neck, his teeth grazing you with a hunger that was almost frightening. His hands wandered down, pulling you closer, trying to merge your bodies until he could feel every inch of you. He didn’t care about the gala, his image, or being the “collected” member of the group anymore.
“I’m going to smell this on you all night,” he whispered, his hands sliding under your dress as he pressed his hardness against you. “I’m going to make sure this scent is the only thing I know until the sun comes up.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He captured your lips in a kiss that tasted of pure, unadulterated need, dragging you toward the bedroom without ever letting your feet touch the ground.
Yeosang:
In the practice room, the air was heavy with the scent of sweat and floor wax—until you walked in. You were carrying bags of drinks and food, but the real delivery was the pheromones radiating off your skin.
The moment you entered, the music cut off, and the members called for a break. Yeosang was the first to approach you, his movements usually so fluid and graceful, but he stepped toward you like he was walking into a trance. He reached out to take a heavy bag of drinks from your hand, but then he froze. He stared at you for what felt like 5 or 10 seconds—it was hard to tell because you were trying so hard to keep your face neutral so the other members wouldn’t get suspicious.
“You okay, Sangie?” Wooyoung asked, reaching for a drink.
“Yeah,” Yeosang managed to choke out, though his eyes never left yours.
The other members started digging into the food, oblivious. “Wait, you smell amazing today,” San commented, leaning in. “What is that?”
“Oh, my friend put it on me before I went out to buy the food,” you lied smoothly, your heart racing.
While the others chatted and complimented the scent, Yeosang remained eerily quiet. He sat down on a bench nearby, but he didn’t reach for a single bite of food. Instead, he watched you with a focused intensity that made your skin tingle. He was probably thinking of the dirtiest things he could ever think about, his imagination fueled by the chemical pull of the perfume. You saw the tips of his ears turn a bright, burning red. He shifted uncomfortably, and then you saw it—the undeniable, painful-looking hardness pressing against his pants. Without a word, he grabbed his discarded practice jacket and draped it over his lap, his knuckles white as he gripped the fabric.
You caught his eye for just a second. He looked completely wrecked, his usual stoic mask crumbling into something raw and desperate. He looked like he wanted to drag you into the equipment closet and never let you out. You turned back to the others with a small, secret smile. Mission accomplished.
San:
The shopping trip started out so normal. San was in high spirits, practically skipping through the aisles of the high-end boutique. He was being his typical, adorable self—holding up different fabrics against your skin, his eyes disappearing into those perfect crescents as he laughed. He’d gone off to the back of the store to ask a staff member for a specific size, and you took that moment to pull the vial from your purse. You applied the pheromones to your neck, your wrists, and even a little behind your knees. When San came back, he was mid-sentence, a bright smile on his face. But as he stepped within three feet of you, he stopped. The sweater he was holding slipped through his fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thud.
His nostrils flared. The scent hit him like a physical blow, itching into his nose and traveling straight to his nervous system. His face went from all bubbly to a look of sheer, dazed shock. His eyes even began watering from an unknown reason—pure sensory overload. Your “baby kitten” was gone, replaced by a version of San that looked like he was vibrating under his skin.
“You smell good, mommy... You smell so good,” he whimpered, his voice dropping into a desperate, breathy register.
He didn’t care that there were other shoppers or staff nearby. He moved into your space, his movements jerky and uncoordinated, and buried his face deep into the crook of your neck. He was huffing the scent, his hot breath ghosting over your skin as he let out small, broken whines. He was shamelessly rubbing his tent against your hip, his hands gripping your waist so tightly that his rings were pressing into your skin.
“San, baby. Please, will you wait, darling?” You hissed, trying to maintain some level of public decency. “Let’s get this first and pay for it, then we’re out of here. You hear me?”
He didn’t answer with words. He just let out a long, pained whimper, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he trembled. He was so close to a total breakdown, his body reacting to the chemical pull of the perfume in a way that made him lose all sense of time and place. He looked like he wanted to just mark you right there on the shop floor—to claim you so everyone else knew exactly who you belonged to.
You had to manually separate yourself from him to walk toward the register, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how pathetically he followed you. He was stuck to your side like glue, his hand gripping the hem of your shirt, his eyes glazed and dark. He looked completely wrecked, and the way he kept leaning in to sneak sniffs of your neck while you were paying made it clear: the second you got into the privacy of the car, he was going to snap.
“Hurry,” he whispered, his voice cracking as he leaned his weight against you, “please, just... hurry.”
Mingi:
The apartment was quiet, the only sound being the low hum of the television, but the atmosphere was about to become incredibly heavy. You were sitting on the sofa, scrolling through your phone, having intentionally applied the pheromone perfume right across your chest. You knew Mingi’s weakness; you knew exactly where his head would end up the moment he sat down.
When Mingi walked into the room, he was mid-sentence, blablabla-ing about something that happened at practice. But the words died in his throat the second the scent hit him. It was like he ran into a wall.
He didn’t even say another word. He just dropped to his knees on the floor between your legs, his large frame looking small as he slumped against you. He didn’t hesitate—he pressed his face directly between your breasts, inhaling so sharply it sounded like he was gasping for air.
“Princess…” He choked out, his voice a wrecked, gravelly mess.
He was overwhelmed, his system completely flooded by the scent. As he began lapping at your breast through the fabric of your shirt, you could feel his hot tears soaking into the material. He was actually tearing up, his body trembling as if he were overwhelmed with the sheer intensity of the emotions and feelings he was having. The pheromones were doing their job, turning his usual cool persona into a puddle of pure, raw need. He whimpered like a mess, his hands gripping your thighs so hard his knuckles were white, his face hidden against you as he let out broken, shaky breaths. He was lost in it, drowning in the scent you’d placed there on purpose. He looked up at you for a split second, his eyes red-rimmed and pupils blown wide, silently begging for more before burying himself back into your warmth.
And so on and so forth, the night continued with Mingi refusing to let go, his heart racing against your chest in a rhythm of pure devotion.
Wooyoung:
Wooyoung’s nose is his pride and joy. In the dorms, he’s the one who can tell who walked through the room just by the lingering trail of their cologne. He has a massive collection of fragrances, each one a memory from a different continent he’s toured. He knows your usual scents better than you do—the way your vanilla perfume notes change after four hours, or how your woody lotion settles into your skin.
So, when you walked into the bedroom after applying the pheromone perfume to every pulse point, every curve, and every inch of your neck, the air shifted instantly.
Wooyoung was sitting on the edge of the bed, putting away some of his latest finds, but he stopped mid-motion. His head snapped toward you so fast you thought he’d gotten whiplash. His eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in a deep, analytical focus. He was mentally stripping the scent apart, trying to find the base notes, the top notes—trying to understand why his heart rate had suddenly tripled just by you standing in the doorway.
“Where did you get that scent from?” He asked, his voice coming out much huskier than he intended. “Or... where did you buy that perfume?”
He stood up, his movements fluid but tense. He walked toward you, his gaze locked on yours, but as he got closer, the “expert” side of his brain began to short-circuit. The chemical pull was too strong. He reached out, his fingers hooking into your belt loops to drag you toward him until your chests were touching.
“It’s not one of mine,” he muttered, almost to himself. “It’s not anything I’ve ever smelled before.”
He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He took a long, shaky inhale, his nose dragging along your skin as if he were trying to memorize the molecular structure of the scent. His breath was hot, turning into a shaky groan against your collarbone.
The logic was gone. He didn’t care about the continent it came from or the brand on the bottle anymore. He was fucking losing himself.
“I can’t think,” he hissed, his teeth grazing over your skin, threatening to leave a mark right there. “Every time I breathe, it’s like you’re taking over my head. I’m going insane.”
He pulled back for a split second, his eyes dilated and dark, looking at you with a primal hunger that made your breath hitch. He didn’t want to talk about perfumes anymore. He grabbed the back of your thighs, hoisting you up so you had to wrap your legs around his waist, and he began to pepper your neck with frantic, wet kisses, his hands trembling as they gripped you.
“You are not leaving this room,” he whispered against your lips, his composure completely shattered. “I don’t care about the collection. I just want this. I just want you.”
He kicked the door shut with his heel, his mind completely wiped clean of everything except the intoxicating scent of you.
Jongho:
Jongho is a man of habit. He likes things in their place, and he likes the people he loves to smell a certain way—fresh, powdery, and comforting. He’s spent countless nights with his head in your lap, inhaling the scent of your vanilla lotion and fresh-pressed clothes. To him, you represent peace.
But tonight, you decided to disrupt that peace.
The two of you were alone in the apartment, the quiet only broken by the soft sounds of a game he was playing on his phone. You had applied the pheromone perfume heavily, letting it warm up against your skin before you stepped into the living room.
As you walked past him toward the kitchen, Jongho didn’t just notice; he froze. His thumbs stopped moving over the screen. His nose wrinkled in genuine confusion at first. This wasn’t the powdery, baby-soft scent he associated with you. This was something dark, creamy, and dangerously magnetic. It felt like it was filling his lungs, making his heart hammer a heavy rhythm against his ribs.
Then, you appeared in his space again, leaning over the back of the sofa to see what he was doing.
Jongho’s eyes went dark instantly. The confusion vanished, replaced by a deep, smoldering intensity. He rose from the sofa with a slow, predatory grace that sent a shiver down your spine. He didn’t say a word, but his gaze was heavy, traveling from your eyes down to your throat where the scent was strongest. He stepped into your personal space, his shadow towering over you, and his strong hands caught your waist. He pulled you flush against him, his grip firm and unyielding.
“What are you doing to me?” He rasped, his voice dropping into that low, chesty register that usually only came out when he was exhausted or deeply affected.
He didn’t wait for an answer. He leaned down and kissed you deeply—a kiss that was leagues away from his usual sweet, shy displays of affection. This was a claim. His tongue was demanding, his hands sliding down to pull your hips firmly against the evidence of his own reaction. He broke the kiss for only a second, his breath hitching as he buried his face in the side of your neck. He stayed there, inhaling so deeply it felt like he was trying to pull the scent directly out of your skin.
“I don’t know what this is,” he whispered against your pulse, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, “but it’s making me lose my mind. You smell like you’re trying to provoke me.”
He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression possessive and fierce. “It worked. You’re not going anywhere else tonight. You’re staying right here with me.”
He scooped you up, his strength effortless, and started toward the bedroom with a focused determination that told you he wasn’t going to be the “quiet maknae” for the rest of the night.
whiny!yeosang - "come back to bed," yeosang complained from the bedroom, voice thick with sleep and need. you'd only gone to get water. "it's cold without you." when you returned, he immediately pulled you close, tangling his legs with yours. "much better," he sighed.
whiny!yeosang - "fuuuck, keep going. i'm so close." he looks up at you with puppy eyes, mouth agape, as you leisurely ride his cock.
whiny!yeosang - as you cook in the kitchen, yeosang snakes his hands around your waist and up to your chest from behind. when he presses your back against his chest, you immediately feel his hardness. you brush him off, and he pouts, grinding against your thigh. 'i need to fuck you now.'
whiny!yeosang - "please," he whispers against your neck, fingers trembling at your waist. his usual composure has completely gone, replaced by desperate touches and breathless pleas. "don't make me wait anymore." you feel him shiver when you finally thread your fingers through his hair, his soft whimper making your heart race.
whiny!yeosang - "you've been playing for hours," you teased. he paused, looking up with wounded eyes. "five more minutes?" when you walked away, he whined, "baby, no-" dropping his controller to chase you down the hallway, pulling you back against him. "i wasn't really playing anyway."
whiny!yeosang - presses his morning wood against your clothed ass as you slowly stir awake. "mmm baby, feels so good," he groans while creates friction between you at a gentle pace. once you diligently scoot back against him, he grabs your hips for leverage as he grinds more desperatly.
whiny!yeosang - "how much longer?" yeosang trailed behind you through the store, practically dragging his feet. "my feet hurt. i'm bored." You ignored him. he caught your hand, pulling you close. "let's go home," he murmured against your temple. "i can think of better things to do."
Established relationship, Angel as a petname (for Yeosang), fluff, they're so soft for each other.
Word Count: 940
A/n: Have I ever mentioned that Yeosang is the most person ever. Like he is an actual case of spiritual sightings on Earth. Especially Yeosang with red hair. I pray everyday that I could go back to the day when I first saw him with red hair at that award show.
The bedroom light was a warm colour, comfortable on the eyes. It had been nighttime for a few hours now.
You layed on the soft bed, on top of the fluffy comforter as you laid on your stomach, keeping your head up by keeping your chin in the palm of your hand.
Your eyes followed the red haired man who walked out of the shower, drying his hair. He had been punished to using one specific towel for his head until the red dye was gone. The reason was pretty much that three of your white, pristine towels were stained red because of that cherry head.
Your eyes chased his steps like sunflowers did to the sun. He walked to the bathroom to put the towel back and came back quite soon. He was most likely going to do his skincare now.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" The beautiful man said from the vanity table, where he was rummaging through the products because his ones and yours were mixed again.
"Nothing, you look pretty" You said, a gentle smile on your lips. That gentle smile slowly widened as you noticed his flushed cheeks.
“You just say things," He mumbled, you could hear the slight pout in his voice, as he started applying products.
The thing was that you would've never seen yourself in this situation 6 years ago. But during your third year in University, you had met this really nice Mathematics major, and after a few dates, you two had just…stuck. So now you had the prettiest boyfriend to ever exist.
As Yeosang hummed softly from where he stood at the vanity table, you closed your eyes. Not to sleep, not yet, the night was still young. But to just…take everything in.
The street outside of your shared apartment was quiet, except for the 24 hour cafe that was right across the street. A place you and Yeosang had had hundreds of dates by now. The owner and her wife had even invited them to their vow renewal party.
Outside the apartment window, there'd be a cat napping on the windowsill. She wasn't theirs, but she had decided that your windowsill was worthy enough to be her sleeping spot. Who were the two of you to deny her the right?
The lamp post in front of their building would be flickering, weak, yes, but not as weak as the one in the next block.
You had remembered all this without ever putting an effort to. When something happens repeatedly, it basically just settles in your head, like a memory you do not care enough to recall but you cannot forget it either.
Living with Yeosang meant living a quiet life, which was perfect, as both of you were introverts. You left for work at the same time every weekday morning, separated at the third block to the right. You usually came home before him, so you had time to wash up before he came back.
Yeosang didn't usually shower right before bed because he was always sleepy, but it was late June, and the heat was brutal, so even with the air conditioner cooling the room, he needed a shower.
“Asleep?" The soft deep voice made you open your eyes. Two beautiful brown eyes were staring at yours as he leaned over you.
"No, angel, just thinking.” You said, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair. When his eyes nearly fluttered close, you smiled, and scotted over under the comforter, holding it open for him to get inside.
He got inside and immediately nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “What are you thinking about?"
“Just how lucky I am to have my angel." You said, continuing to play with his hair.
“Well, your angel wants some things…” Yeosang smiled against your neck, mischievous. “A lot of things."
“Oh yeah? And what are those things?" You asked, wrapping an arm around his waist.
Yeosang replied by putting his whole weight on top of you, pressing you in the bed—not necessarily in a sexual way, he found comfort in doing that—and cuddled even deeper into your neck, as if he wanted to disappear inside you.
“Come on, baby, use your words. What does my angel want?" You asked, feeling every part of his body. Every dip, every curve, every muscle.
"Mmm, wanna know?” He asked, softly nibbling on your neck, making you huff. "Tell me already, angel."
“Your Angel wants a kiss, will you give it to him?" He said in his soft but deep voice, the ruby-toned hair falling softly on his eyes as it was still slightly wet.
You pretended to think for a while before turning your head to the side, “I don't think I will." You said, trying not to notice how the light from his eyes basically disappeared.
“Why?" He mumbled, pretending not to be hurt and failing pathetically because of his pout.
“You asked for a kiss. I can't give you that. What I can give you however…” You dragged your word on purpose to savor in the sight of how wanting he was.
“...Are many kisses!" You said, pulling him close to peck his cheek and making a ‘mwah’ sound as he giggled softly.
"You're so mean” He said, voice muffled as your lips joined in that familiar dance. His lips felt so soft, you could never just get used to them.
“How could you think I'd ever deny your request?" You said, pulling away to breathe. You also took that moment to kiss his birthmark, and felt him melt against you.
Your angel, so perfect.
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Hey... So I got a request (never did one, but I love ur writing style a lot so I just had to)
Soft dom Yeosang, getting jealous over f!reader being hit on by the waiter, while they're on an anniversary date. Since he's not too confident in public, he doesn't say much besides subtly shooing the waiter away and giving him a constant glare. On the other hand, on the way back he makes it very obvious that he got jealous.
Idk I just crave jealous Dom!yeosang🫠 I don't mind it being fluff or smut, up to you
kang yeosang ; anniversary
synopsis: after a long night of tension, jealousy— yeosang couldn’t resist but show you exactly who you belong to.
pairings: dom!yeosang x subfem!reader
cw: smut, unprotected sex, praising kink
wc: 1.7k
a/n: tysm for the request this idea is so sexy😌 i haven’t wrote smut in a little so i’m sorry if this isn’t the best!! DOM KANG YEOSANG LOVERS UNITEEEE
the restaurant was dim and warm, all candlelight and quiet chatter, but yeosang’s eyes are somewhere else entirely— fixed on the waiter who’s been hovering a little too long.
you can feel it the second the man leans in to refill your glass, his smile a little too casual, his tone too smooth. it’s harmless, really, but you see the subtle change in yeosang’s posture.
the way his shoulders stiffen, the faint twitch of his jaw. he doesn’t say a word, just reaches forward and slides your glass closer to himself as if to create a small barrier.
“thank you.” you said to the waiter, and he flashed another smile before walking off.
yeosang watched him leave. he didn’t blink until the man disappeared behind the kitchen doors. then slowly, his gaze shifted back to you.
“you always attract attention,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting— though it’s not quite a smile. his hand reached across the table, brushing against yours. “guess i should’ve expected that.”
you laughed softly, trying to ease the sudden weight in his tone. “he was just doing his job baby.”
“mhm.” he hummed, unconvinced. his thumb circled your wrist, his expression unreadable under the low light. “he looked a little too eager for a waiter.”
the conversation moved on, or at least you tried to move it, but the tension never really left. every time the waiter came back to check on drinks, to clear plates— yeosang’s eyes followed, sharp and silent.
he didn’t speak up, didn’t make a scene, but the message was there in the small gestures. the protective lean of his body, the subtle way he shifted his chair closer to yours, his hand resting possessively on the back of your seat.
when the dessert finally arrived, yeosang’s tone softened again, but there was still something simmering beneath it.
you could hear it even when he laughed with you, quiet and deep— like he’s holding something back.
the drive home was mostly silent. the city lights flashed across his face, highlighting the tension that never quite left his features.
you glanced over at him. “you’ve been quiet.”
he exhaled through his nose, not taking his eyes off the road. “just thinking.”
“about?”
his lips twitched. “that waiter.”
you bit your lip, fighting a smile. “still on that?”
he glanced at you then— a look that’s more a warning than a question. “you think i didn’t notice the way he looked at you?” his tone wasn’t angry, just low, edged with something possessive. “i don’t like people thinking they can talk to you like that.”
“you’re jealous.” you teased gently.
“maybe.” he doesn’t even deny it. “can you blame me?”
the car filled with quiet again, but this time it felt charged. you can feel his gaze flick toward you at every red light, his fingers tightening slightly around the steering wheel.
by the time you pulled into the driveway, your pulse had already picked up.
inside, the house felt different— quieter, darker, the air heavier than when you left.
you set your bag down on the counter, about to say something, but yeosang stepped in close behind you before you can.
his voice was low, right by your ear. “you don’t even realize what you do to people, do you?”
goosebumps raised on your skin, from his hot breath fanning out onto your neck. you turned slightly, your breath catching when you see his expression— still calm, but his eyes darker now. focused.
“i— it wasn’t—”
“i know.” he cuts in softly. “i know you didn’t do anything.” his hands found your waist, steady but deliberate. “doesn’t mean i liked watching someone else try.”
the silence that followed was thick.
you tried to speak, but he tilted your chin up gently, forcing you to meet his gaze. “he wasn’t the one sitting with you at dinner,” he said, voice even lower now. “he wasn’t the one you came home with.”
the words lingered, heavy and certain. you can hear your own heartbeat in the quiet space between you both.
his thumb brushed along your jaw, slow, deliberate. “you have no idea how hard it was not to say something back there.”
your lips parted, but the look in his eyes made you forget what you were going to say.
he stepped closer, closing the distance until there was nothing left between you, but the air you’re both breathing.
the tension that had been simmering all night finally started to crack— not with anger, but something else entirely.
“yeosang…” you whispered, but the sound barely made it out.
his voice dropped again, rougher now. “you have no idea what you do to me.”
the words hung there for a long moment, charged and quiet, before he leaned down just enough that his forehead rested against yours— not a kiss, not yet, just that close.
you can feel the energy shift, the question hanging between you, waiting.
and then he moved swiftly— his strong, muscular, arms sliding around you, pulling you off the ground with a quiet strength that makes your breath catch.
you can hear the faint scrape of his shoes against the floor as he carried you toward the bedroom, every step deliberate, controlled.
the dark of the room swallowed everything— the faint sound of your breath, the creak of the floorboards— until it’s just him and you and the sound of your heartbeat against his.
he set you down on the edge of the bed, eyes locked on yours. the weight of everything unsaid filled the space between you.
yeosang leaned in, hands placed on either sides of you. his tone low, almost a whisper now— calm, but threaded with that same intensity you’d seen flicker in the restaurant.
“now,” he murmured, his gaze flicking to your lips, “tell me i’m wrong for wanting to remind you who you belong to.”
and the air stilled right at that edge, that point of no return.
“answer me, sweetheart.” his fingertips found your bottom lip, gently caressing.
“n—no…”
he let out a low, guttural chuckle, “stand up.” he ordered, his tone steady and demanding.
you obeyed, afraid of what he’d do if you didn’t— although, you were quite enjoying this. as you stood up, he approached your quivering figure. “turn around.”
again, you obeyed. your body was already shaking. whenever yeosang got jealous or angry with you, he’d never yell— he wasn’t that type of man. but, he was the type of man to make you his fuck toy to release all his frustration into.
he placed his vein pumped hands onto your back, forcing you to bend over the bed— face pushed against the silk, bed covers.
he gently lifted up your dress, “you look so pretty bent over like this baby, don’t you think?” his voice rung deep and sharp throughout your ears, as his hands now roamed over your plump arched ass.
you squeezed your eyes tight, the sensation already overwhelming. he always knew the ways to make you tighten up. he knew your body like the back of his hand.
“hmm i can’t hear you darling…” he practically purred.
then, the sound cracked through the air. it was sharp, startling. heat rose on your ass cheek— his hand print bright and red.
you let out a sharp moan, back arching more than before.
“answer me,” he hissed.
“yes!”
“that’s my good girl.” he rubbed the part of your skin that was just spanked, relieving the pain.
your body trembled further, sinking into the mattress.
“you want me inside you, don’t you?” yeosang groaned, his grip now around your waist— getting tighter by the second as his desires are ready to break free from the box he’s had them in all night.
“yes!” you somehow managed to mumble out, so innocently. your face sunk deeper into the mattress.
he swiftly unbuckled his belt, the echo sending shivers down your spine. the swooshing sound of the belt being torn off reverberated in the dark, muffled room.
without warning, yeosang pushed your panties to the side, the tip of his cock teasing your pulsating, wet hole.
“beg for it… show me you can be a good girl, and obey.” his hands moved to your luscious stands of hair, grabbing a handful before tugging sharply.
your breath hitched, knees already buckling. your heat growing wetter by the second his dominance grew.
“please… please fuck me.” you nearly panted out, looking like a mess— a slut ready to be demolished and disciplined.
“good job baby, you’re already doing so well.”
he pushed himself fully into your throbbing hole, your wetness soaking his cock completely. you both synchronized a deep, whiney moan— as if you craved this moment all night.
he thrusted hard, and fast— making sure you felt him filling you.
yeosang’s praises already pushed you pretty far, and now the fact his cock was hitting your g-spot, over, and over again— only pushed you over the edge.
he kept his strokes controlled, deliberate. and that only ruined you more.
you nibbled on the bedsheets, trying to cover up your whimpers. he intentively hooked his hand around your wrists, pulling them up onto your lower back.
“don’t hide them, i want to hear your beautiful sounds my sweet baby.” he condescendingly said. with his free hand, he tugged your hip down harder onto his cock.
yeosang’s praises were really doing a number on you. you melted down slowly, whimpers and messy moans releasing from your precious lips.
he couldn’t help but chuckle lowly as he calculated his strokes.
he knew you were close.
so close to letting loose.
and he loved the fact he could do that, make you come completely undone— underneath him.
he didn’t stop, not for a single second. you were a moaning mess, practically sobbing. your hands curled into the sheets.
“yeosang— p— please—“ your voice cried out.
“squirt all on my cock baby, go ahead, do it for daddy.”
it was like you were under a spell, squirting on his command. he purred as he then filled your hole with his load— warming up your insides completely.
yeosang’s lips hovered over your back, before leaving wet, passionate kisses. “you’re mine. only fucking mine.”
