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[alliebyyyyy]

Random messages between you and Seonghwa!!!

note: hello! i know you might be wondering and yes this is a repost because i accidently posted this one a little early back in april and this is the only time I'm not busy anymore so i posted it again lol

[moanz111]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ red string

𐙚 chapter 38 | the key - written

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𐙚 summary: you weren’t sure you believed in fated meetings, but when one drunken night you made decisions under the influence of your best friend, the so-called red string found its way to you, binding you to whatever it was meant to bring you. you hoped for some fluffy cats and dogs, but love wasn’t that bad too, right?

𐙚 pairing: vet student! gn! reader x cat cafe owner! wooyoung

𐙚 wc: 4.5k

𐙚 warnings/tags: there could be mistakes (i'm sorry), swearing, is this angst? more like internal turmoil, overthinking and insecurities, reader is avoidant final boss, lots of rain and thunders and a storm, rain gets mentioned A LOT, confessions, idiots in love, attempt at humour, it gets sappy, k i s s i n g

It had been exactly 11 hours since everything around you started falling apart, a storm swiping you off your feet, dragging you far away from the blissful paradise you had created for yourself.

The signs had probably been the size of a billboard, flashing in your peripheral vision as you drove down the highway, not even considering for a second to stop and think. However, the turn of events hadn’t been this merciful to you this time, and it made you believe that, after all, maybe nothing was truly meant to be.

The aggravating sound of your alarm blared from your phone at exactly 6:45 am, promoting you to rethink every life decision that had led you to this point as you struggled through your usual morning routine, consisting of making yourself presentable enough in the quickest way possible before stumbling over your doorstep. Unknowingly, you had fallen right into the trap of the first disaster of your day, which was served to you on a silver platter in the form of locking yourself out of your home, realising a heartbeat too late that your keys were left dangling from the keyhole on the other side of the door.

Three calls, twenty texts, and ten doorbell rings were all it took to wake Mingi up, so he could sleepily hand you the spare key you kept at his place, which naturally led to you missing your bus (disaster two), which made you late for work (disaster three), and which led you to complaining to Yunho about all your life’s misfortunes throughout your whole shift. Maybe the situation had been a little more exaggerated than needed and it earned you an eyeroll or two from him, yet, it was a free trial for what was looming over your head, the doom about to wash over you like a tidal wave.

Disaster four struck thirty minutes before closing time. Your last patient for the day had been a well-behaved (based on first impression) husky that playfully started biting your hand with a mischievous glint in her bright blue eyes, while you were talking to her owner and writing down the important details after your checkup.

Once you bid your farewells, you leaned on your wooden desk and closed your eyes, taking in the quietness around you. If you tried really hard, you could hear Yunho’s muffled voice in the hallway, going off about the lead vet, how he made him close the clinic with you when neither of you had done it before, and how everything would probably go wrong to which another of your coworkers laughed. Chuckling to yourself, you got down to sorting the paperwork for the day, stacking the report cards neatly in a pile and locking it in one of the desk’s drawers.

Minutes later, there were no laughing matters left.

It had been great, really, going suspiciously smoothly with you wiping the waiting room’s floor with a wet rag and then disinfecting the desk and couch with some suspicious spray bottle one of the senior vets had given you earlier, while Yunho took care of the examination rooms. Quiet music from a random playlist echoed from the computer’s speakers, and you sang along, the melody calming and familiar. Your little moment of peacefullness, however, came to a halt when Yunho’s groan broke the silence and you rushed to the bathroom down the corridor, where he had squatted down facing the door, fingers buried in his hair.

“Are you okay?” Your question sounded inappropriate to you the second you said it out loud, given the position he was in and the pained expression forming on his face. 

“We don’t have the key.”

“What key?”

“The key,” he put emphasis on each word as if trying to comprehend what was happening and make sense out of it. In a heartbeat, he was up on his feet, scrambling frantically around the pockets of his pants. “We don’t have the closing key.”

While imagining the earth beneath your feet cracking open and swallowing both of you in its depths, you forced a smile, “You probably misplaced it. Did you check the lead vet’s room?"

“It’s not there. I even checked the bathroom stalls and the trash bags. We do not have it,” Yunho’s voice was raspy, his words coming out at the speed of light as he continued his search under the sink to your right. The usually faint luminance of the lamp, hanging from the ceiling, was hurting your eyes, and the blue and white tiles of the bathroom walls suddenly started suffocating you as the gravity of the situation hit you. The comfort of your couch and the warmth of your soft blanket were nothing but a distant oasis in this desert you were tasked with walking through, a sandstorm raging around you.

Checking your watch, you winced at the display of the ungodly hour that had struck - 8:30 pm - way past the usual closing time and way past the arrival time of the bus you took home. If you called the lead vet, it would take him at least an hour to get to you and save you from your misery, given you were lucky enough he was home and given he had The Key in his possession.

“Someone should have a spare key, right? It can’t be that bad,” Yunho spoke again as you reminisced of the days you didn’t have such responsibilities on your hands. Fishing out his phone from his t-shirt’s pocket, he hurriedly typed in something with a frown. “I’ll say a dog probably ate it.”

“Yunho, that’s even worse. Just say we don’t have it, without the details. Which are what exactly?” “Well,” he trailed off, switching his focus from his screen to your face, with an awkward smile. “I’m not sure. One second I had it and the next it was gone - I swear I kept it in my pocket the whole time. It has a keychain and all that, I can’t have just lost it.”

“Given how you are, you probably flushed it down the toilet,’ you replied, crossing your arms in front of your chest and watched Yunho’s face lit up at your sarcastic comment.

“That makes perfect sense.”

“No, it doesn’t. Just text the boss. You’re doing the talking.” 

Yunho’s complaints bombarded your ears as you tiredly finished tidying up and making sure at least one thing had been done right tonight. A little voice in your head was reminding you that tomorrow was your long-awaited day off, when you could do nothing and everything at the same time. Unless you got fired on the spot the moment the lead vet came through the entrance. Then your day off would be extended indefinitely.

An hour later, you had already ushered your most sincere apologies and promises you both would do better, the lead vet listening to your ramblings with a tired glint in his eyes and a deep frown between his eyebrows. 

“It went better than expected,” Yunho exclaimed as you two walked down the street to the bus stop, and you couldn’t help but laugh. The roads were mostly empty, with only a couple of cars rolling past you and the streetlight’s soft glow keeping you company. “What’s funny? At least we didn’t get fired.”

“I’m never closing with you again.”

“Come on,” he whined, clinging to your arm, and you tried shoving him with your elbow with an eyeroll. “You love me.”

“You wish.”

“Speaking of which,” before you could interrupt him, he had got even closer to you, his face almost pressing into your right cheek. The sidewalk was still wet from the rain from hours earlier, and you almost stepped into a puddle because of his constant pestering. “How are things with Wooyoung?”

"I’m not talking about him with you,” you scoffed, and this much was true. The two of them, as Wooyoung himself had told you, had been friends since high school, so even though you really liked Yunho, you definitely didn’t intend to discuss your love problems with someone who probably knew him better than you did. “It’s a-”

“It’s a conflict of interest. I know, I know,” he cut you off with a poor imitation of your voice and mannerisms, which earned him a punch on the shoulder from you, finally breaking free from his grasp. “Problems in heaven? You aren’t coming to the cafe much lately.”

“I’ve been busy.” The sting following your lie nested deep inside your chest as you forced a smile once again today. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go - in the months you had started being a regular there, meeting all the sweet people working there and getting used to the warm and cozy atmosphere with the little fluff balls, the Black Cat Café had become one of your favourite places. Being there, right in the middle of the happy chaos, had become your second nature with you permanently blending with it. And then there was him. 

Before your thoughts could trail off in a dangerous direction, you felt your skin dampening as raindrops made their way past the grey clouds, landing on your face. Turning your head to look at Yunho, you both laughed as you sprinted the few remaining meters to the bus stop, hurriedly hiding under its glass roof. The rain fell heavy, rhythmically tapping on it while you sat down on one of the seats. The real time display was showing numbers you preferred to ignore.

“Shit, we missed the last bus,” Yunho sighed, plopping down next to you. His black jeans and leather jacket were soaked and his hair was not in any better state as he took out his phone. “We could call a cab and split.”

“You pay. You’re the reason we’re in this situation,” you said, sticking your tongue out, and he sighed, nodding. As he scrolled through different options to save you from this hell, you looked for your phone in your jacket’s pockets. Too preoccupied with work and the earlier disasters, you hadn’t checked it all, but the second your screen lit up, you wished you had.

Guilt found its way home in your heart as you locked your phone, your gaze drifting to the dark blue sky, looking down at you. As if syncing with the emotional storm raging inside of you, a thunder could be heard in the distance, its flashing light illuminating the clouds. There were layers to this, such that you didn’t want to unravel them just yet. 

Wooyoung had been nothing but understanding throughout all those months you’d known him for. When you asked for time and space, he gave them to you. When you sometimes slipped and told him things you maybe shouldn’t have told him yet about your relationship, he pushed, but then pulled away, as if scared you’d run away from him. When you were upset, he came to brighten up your day. When you were happy,  he was there to share it with you.

Everything was so sickeningly in order with him that you wondered if there was a catch you hadn’t noticed yet or if this whole situation was going to blow up in your face one day, just as it was happening right now. Maybe tonight was the night when he’d tell you it was over, even if it never began, leaving you confused and oddly understanding in the rain. 

You had tried, really. You had rehearsed it in your room and even told Mingi all about it some time ago, and even when he made fun of you for it, you still sucked it up. However, every time you met Wooyoung, the words stayed stuck in a tight knot in your throat. Until it became easier to avoid both them and him. 

Even now, as you watched his car come to a stop in front of you, as you sat in the backseat, offering him a small smile when he turned back to look at you, puzzled, as Yunho started filling the space with his idle chatter, guilt still had its claws buried deep in you. It was wrong to do this to him, and you realised it. It was wrong to push him away and shield your vulnerability just because the thought of bearing your raw, unfiltered feelings in front of him and letting them float to the surface sent a chill down your spine, the more time passed. 

You didn’t want to turn down every offer for a date. You didn’t want your world to be one where he wasn’t present in every corner of it. You didn’t want to walk home every single time after seeing him and regretting you hadn’t taken the one step needed to define everything once and for all, and it hurt that he wasn’t doing it either. 

You wanted to tell him how much you felt and how unbearable it was sometimes just because it was too overwhelming, too real. You just wanted him. 

Maybe it was a little dramatic, you realised, when Yunho bid his farewell, and you went to sit in the front seat after getting a pointned look from Wooyoung. Maybe it shouldn’t be this hard after all, you thought, as you let the city and the rain roll past you like a movie tape. 

The music Wooyoung had put on, and his soft humming, were slowly lulling you to sleep as the day’s events weighed on your shoulders. You didn’t have to figure out your entire life right now. Tomorrow was there for a reason.

“You’re avoiding me,” Wooyoung finally broke the silence as you opened your eyes slowly. Today was there for a reason, too, apparently. Turning to look at him, you noticed just how messy he appeared to be too. His long hair was disheveled as if he had run his fingers through it hundreds of times and had begun to curl up around the ends, damp from the rain. He wore only a black tank top, his jacket discarded, who knows where, and you frowned, concern hanging at the tip of your tongue. Just then, his eyes tiredly met yours, and you smiled instead. 

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“We’re too grown up for lies like that.” 

“Shouldn’t you be looking at the road?”

“We arrived at your place.” Raising an eyebrow, he kept looking at you as if trying to decipher the most difficult puzzle he had ever seen, and you turned away to scan your surroundings. Did you doze off? You could swear Yunho lived much further than you. And when had he even turned off the car’s engine? “I’m being serious. I’m just trying to understand what’s going on.”

“I’m not avoiding you,” you repeated, forcing yourself to look at him, as shameful as it felt to lie in his face. “I’ve been busy and it was hard to meet. You’ve been busy too. You’re always at the cafe until late.”

“That much is true, but still,” he trailed off, his hand reaching for yours, currently sitting in your lap. His warmth embraced your coldness as he ran his callused fingers over yours, while holding you so gently as if you were made of glass that could shatter under the slightest pressure. “If there is something you want to tell me, you know I’d listen, right? I’ll always hear you out.”

Choking up once again, you tried swallowing your pride and telling him all that has been on your mind, all those insecurities and fears you guarded so much, yet the barrier stayed there, strong and persistent even under the current of your will. “I know that. And if you want to do the same, I’d listen too.”

“Yeah, I know,” his voice was nothing but a whisper as he brought your linked hands to his lips and placed a warm kiss on top of your knuckles. His eyes never left yours, and you wondered what yours gave away. Could he see exactly how much you yearned for this and him? How much you loved him? 

A heartbeat later, the moment was over as he glanced at the silver watch, clasped around his wrist. “It’s getting late. We can talk in the morning. I can see you’re tired.”

“You didn’t have to drive all the way to the clinic, Woo. You’re even more exhausted.”

“I wanted to,” he simply answered with a smile. “A thank you would suffice.”

Playfully rolling your eyes at him, you leaned in, nervousness long forgotten, and placed your free hand on his cheek, kissing it. You could subtly feel his stubble under your palm, tickling it, and you caressed his face gently with your thumb. Pulling away, surprise flickered in his eyes, and you moved your hand to smooth out the frown between his eyebrows. “Thank you for coming, and goodnight, Woo.”

“You can’t goodnight me after doing all that,” he huffed, and you laughed at the pout forming on his lips.

“You were the one who wanted me to go first.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that. But your clothes are wet, I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Alright, mom. Your heating was on, it’s impossible to get sick, but you’re walking around with just a tank top in this weather. If someone’s getting sick, it’s you.” Even during your mindless rambling, Wooyoung kept smiling lazily at you with that sly smirk he always had, his thumb still caressing your knuckles. 

“Then you can just nurse me back to health.”

“Nurse yourself. I’m out,” you announced, and he let out a chuckle, finally letting go of your hand. “And text me when you’re home. And change into more appropriate clothes.”

“Oh, yeah?” He raised his eyebrows, and you punched his biceps, which earned you another deep laugh that turned your legs into jelly as you opened the door, the cool rain touching your skin. “I’ll stay until you turn on your living room lights.”

You nodded and, without looking back, you stepped out of the car, the door closing behind you with a thud. That was it, you thought, as you forced your legs to start moving and actually take you to the comfort of your apartment. It was only a few meters away, but the rain still fell heavily, drenching your hair and jacket, even when you tried shielding yourself with your bag. 

The rain would wash away every moment that passed in the car, making it nothing more than a distant memory. There wasn’t going to be a follow-up, not tonight, and probably not tomorrow. Maybe there really had been that unlikely hesitance you read in his eyes, or maybe that was a figment of your imagination and your brain playing tricks on you. Would he have said something more, had you stayed? 

The what-ifs and what-nots plagued your being as you entered the building and slowly started going up the stairs. Wooyoung was going to stay, you thought. When you opened your apartment door and turned on the lights, when you approached the big windows in the living room, you were going to spot him still there under the raindrops. He was going to flash his headlights, saying his goodbyes, and drive off in the darkness, leaving you staring at the spot he had occupied seconds ago. You were going to strip off your clothes and take a long, hot shower, while overthinking every little detail of today and regretting every word that didn’t slip past your lips. Then, dressed in your pyjamas, feeling warm and frustrated, you were going to see a couple of sweet texts from Wooyoung that would make you feel even more awful.

He didn’t deserve it, and more importantly, you didn’t deserve it. You had the right to be happy with him. You could end this vicious circle you were both trapped in once and for all. It wasn’t going to go according to your plan, it probably would be messy, and you’d definitely fumble your words, but it was going to be something so very you, so plain and simple, but you.

As you skipped down the stairs back to the building’s front door, there was not a single cell in your body that was hesitant. You weren’t going to let this be another wasted moment, another regretful memory, and another night coming to an end way too soon with way too many things left unsaid. Breathing heavily, you stepped out in the storm once again and almost collided with Wooyoung. 

“Why are you outside,” you shouted, hoping the sound of thunders and rainfall didn’t drown your words. Wooyoung’s hair was now completely soaked with dropplets sliding down the bridge of his nose to his lips and chin. You forced your eyes to look away as you looked up to meet his gaze. There was concern and fear in it, but also something else that you didn’t want to entertain right now and that made your stomach tighten uncomfortably. 

It’s a good thing, then why does it feel so weird?,  you thought as you shook your head, having already made up your mind.

“You didn’t turn on the lights, so I thought-”

Wooyoung’s lips were soft.

It was nothing more than a peck, innocent and short-lived, but carrying all of your courage and determination as you gripped the front of his tank top as if your whole life depended on it. It conveyed both nothing and everything at the same time, making you feel lightheaded as your cold force was met with his warm steadiness that became your only anchor in this raging sea of emotions. 

One of his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, while the other cupped your neck, his thumb tracing your jawline, and he deepened the kiss, both of you melting into each other. Where you began, and he ended, where was your soul and where was his, was something you couldn’t fully grasp as you two became one, the sounds of the world around you suddenly quieting down, and time coming to a pause.

Moments later, the kiss became more desperate, needier as you parted your lips for him, and a groan, vibrating between you, leaving his. Your hands slowly traveled from his chest to the back of his neck, your fingers gently pulling at his locks as he pressed your bodies together, closer than you’d ever been before. It was new, and it was raw and messy, and millions of thoughts were rushing through your mind, but Wooyoung was there and was real; he wasn’t just a part of your fantasy, even if he acted scarily similar to what you had imagined before. Not that you’d ever tell him that.

Your heartbeat was drumming in your chest, and you were sure he could feel it too, even when he pulled away seconds later, leaving you both breathless. For a while, neither of you spoke, as if afraid not to break this spell you were under, as if this moment couldn’t last forever, and breaking the silence would mean it was the end of it. His features, both sharp and soft, his dark gaze burning with so much passion and yet something gentler too, that it set you on fire, were all you could see and focus on. 

The storm had almost come to an end, you realised, once the dizziness started lifting off your head, but both you and Wooyoung were soaked. An involuntary chuckle slipped past your lips, but then a heartbeat later, you froze as Wooyoung frowned. “It was that bad?”

His deep laugh blended with yours as you smacked his chest, both of you soaking up the moment. The affection he looked at you with made your heart swell up, and your chest tighten up, leaving you wondering if you shouldn’t be seeking medical help for a deadly case of the Wooyoung effect, instead of staying with him here any longer. 

“It’s ridiculous how long this took us,” you said, and he moved his hands, resting on your hips, to the sides of your face, wiping some of the raindrops trailing down. 

“Better late than never. But you really surprised me here.”

“I…,” you started, but this time the words flowed effortlessly, no fear looming over them, and you found yourself feeling lighter. “I want to tell you something, and it has to happen now.”

After an encouraging nod from Wooyoung, you took a deep breath and continued with a shaky voice, “I know it was sudden, and you probably didn’t expect things to go that way. I didn’t either. It’s embarrassing, but I had imagined this moment so many times and always wanted it to be perfect. However, no matter how long I waited, there was never a perfect moment. I could never just tell you everything I wanted you to know. Until it became unbearable.”

“I avoided you, yeah, because it was all so overwhelming that I didn’t know what else to do. It was stupid and childish, but it led us here, so maybe it’s not that bad at the end of the day. All I’m trying to say is that you’re important to me, Woo, and I can’t spend another day, wondering if things between us would reach their climax or falter. I want you in my life. Every passing second.”

“Can I say something now too,” Wooyoung whispered, his hands sliding down to wrap around yours, his eyes full of overwhelm, never leaving yours. “I love you.”

If he wasn’t holding you so firmly, you were sure you were going to melt into a puddle right there and then. The gravity of his words circled around you, making you feel lightheaded. “I love you so much that there isn’t a moment where I’m not thinking about it. Even if it had taken us years to reach this point, I would have never given up on what we have. I’m not really good with words, but…”

“Being with you makes me excited for the future and all the things we haven’t experienced together yet, and I want to know every part of you, even if you’re embarrassed, even if you don’t like it, I want to see all sides of you and love you even more.”

“I love you.” 

Your whisper was swallowed as he closed the distance between you once again and pressed his lips against yours in a loving kiss. In this moment, nothing else mattered. The echo of all those disasters of the day became nothing more than white noise in your brain, and all your worries were left behind as you took in the moment, savouring everything Wooyoung was willing to give you, and you offering every part of your soul to him.

It didn’t matter if the world around you was engulfed in cold and darkness when there was warmth and sun, blooming deep inside of you.

𐙚 note | here we are after 10 billion years...it feels very weird knowing i won't have to write about the final bosses of situationships anymore, but it was eventually going to happen 💔 i hope you enjoyed this chapter, i really tried my best to make it both angsty but also heartwarming so i'd love to hear what you thought about it!!! as you know, my inbox is always open so feel free to send me something in there or leave a comment <3

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[bro-atz]

don't cross that line

in which: you have a dream about your best friend that shines him in a new light.

pair: jongho/afab!reader

word count: 7.3k

content: college au, sex, protected sex, completely consensual

rating: R — nsfw | mdni

“Listen, all I can really say is that if she wanted to do well on the project, she would’ve pulled her weight,” Jongho grumbled.

You and Jongho were getting lunch in between classes. The two of you usually talked about classes during your break, and that day, you decided to bring up the last group project that you worked on. Jongho had to carry his team while you ended up having a blast with your own, making him all the more salty.

“Yeah, but that’s no reason to make her cry,” you pointed out.

“It’s her fault for not doing the work.”

“Jongho, she was your girlfriend. You didn’t have to be so mean.”

“Was, thank God,” Jongho let out a sigh of relief. “Honestly this whole dating thing is such bullshit— I just want to get my degree and get out of here.”

“Wow. How romantic,” you said sarcastically and rolled your eyes.

“Shut up,” Jongho retorted while throwing a fry at your face. “It’s your fault I was dating her in the first place.”

“I said go on one date with her. No one told you to ask her to be your girlfriend.”

“Yeah, well… Shut up.”

You shrugged, a smug smile appearing on your face as you realized that you won that argument. Jongho took a bite of his burger, annoyance written all over his face as you rubbed your smug smile. Jongho chose to fully ignore you at that point, making you turn to your phone to see that you were going to be late for your next class if you didn’t haul your ass out of there.

“Hey, I gotta go. I’ll see you tonight?” you asked him.

“Yeah. See ya,” Jongho responded with a nod and a light wave.

There was a Tuesday night tradition you, Jongho, and a couple other friends from school had— Trivia Night. One of your other friends worked at the bar that hosted the trivia, which is how you came to know of it in the first place.

That being said, even though you went for trivia, you guys never actually played. It was more of an excuse to go drinking in the middle of the week than anything, which meant every Tuesday, you and your friends were drinking way too much and screwing yourselves over for classes the next day.

“Hey, Joong!” you said, your words staring to slur together. “Let’s do a shot together.”

“Yeah! All of us!” your friend, Mingi, added as he hugged you from behind.

“Fine, last round, and then I’m sending you home,” Hongjoong replied while rolling his eyes, a playful smile on his face.

“Good idea. Y/N’s been getting a little handsy with me,” another friend, Yunho, said as he brushed your straying hand off his thigh— you couldn’t help it; you were an affectionate drunk.

The five of you clinked glasses and took your shots, Yunho and Jongho doing it with ease while you and Mingi made faces as the liquor burned your throats.

“Hey, so did you guys look into your classes for next semester?” Jongho asked.

“Not yet,” Yunho shook his head. “I’m guessing you have?”

“Yeah. We have to take the senior colloquium, so why don’t we all try for the same time and recitation? Keep us sane in our last semester of college.”

“Alright, that sounds good,” you giggled and hugged Jongho. “It’ll be fun to have a final class together.”

Mingi settled for nodding while also giggling. Jongho wanted to talk about the matter further, but you and Mingi were just far too gone to have a proper conversation at that point, so he just settled for talking to the group about it when you all were sober.

You were still clinging to Jongho as he sat quietly and thought about classes while sipping his beer, your head on his shoulder, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he was lost deep in thought, and your drunk self thought it was the perfect time to nuzzle your nose in his neck.

“Alright, we’re going home,” Jongho immediately declared.

“What? Why?” you complained as Jongho got out of your embrace and grabbed your arm to put over his shoulder.

“Because you’re done.”

“How do you figure?”

“Because I know. Let’s go home before you yak on the bar again,” Jongho shut you down and started dragging you out of the bar. “Yunho, let me know how much we owe you after you close the tab.”

“Will do!” Yunho responded cheerfully as he watched Jongho drag you away.

“Bye Yuyu, Mango, Joong!” you managed to say before leaving the establishment.

The walk home was atrocious for Jongho. You refused to walk in a straight line and kept trying to pull him towards any bar that you passed, and at some point, Jongho had enough and made you get on his back so he could piggyback you back to your apartment. His patience was wearing thinner as you started playing with his hair and tickling his neck, but you were his best friend, and you were drunk out of your fucking mind, so he was going to be there for you.

By the time Jongho got you home, you were practically falling asleep on his back— he had a very comfy back, not going to lie. He put you down right in front of your door, but instead of reaching for your keys, you slumped onto him, his chest catching you before you went tumbling down.

And then, you blacked out.

You woke up the next morning with a horrible hangover and absolutely no memory of how you got back from the bar in the first place— you remembered Jongho walking you home, but how you ended up in your bed was a complete mystery to you. There was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind, that you did something you shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what it was, nor did you have the time to ponder it because you had to get your ass out of bed and onto campus.

Your first class was absolute torture, your headache intensifying as the lecture went on and on, and by the time the class was over, you were ready to fall over. You trudged out of the classroom to see your friends waiting for you— they usually waited for you after your Wednesday morning class so that all four of you could grab lunch— Yunho immediately pulling you in for a hug.

“You look like shit,” he commented while hugging you.

“Wow, really? I had no idea,” you responded with heavy sarcasm.

“What the fuck happened to you last night for you to look like this?” Mingi asked. 

“I have no fucking clue,” you groaned. “All I remember is leaving the bar…”

But, your statement was drowned out by Mingi as he dramatically grabbed his chest and gasped, “Did you and Jongho go and drink more without us?!”

“Yeah, no. Y/N was too wasted for that,” Jongho shook his head. “I took her home directly.”

“I guess the hangover is only hitting so hard because I’m not as young as I used to be,” you sighed loudly.

“…We’re all in our early twenties. Shut up,” Yunho said while rolling his eyes.

“I dunno man, Jongho acts like an old man a lot,” Mingi said with a slight giggle. “I think he’s in his eighties.”

As the three boys bickered, your mind lingered on Jongho’s words. He took you home directly, and you remembered that, but… How the hell did you get into your apartment? And why was the weird feeling still lingering?

“Hey,” you pulled Jongho out of the argument and to the side, the two tall men still walking without realizing you and Jongho were no longer walking with them. “Can we talk?”

“Sure,” Jongho agreed, the two of you moving to the side of the hallway.

“Did… Did something happen last night?” you asked. “Because I have this nagging feeling that I did something, but I… I don’t know what.” 

“Don’t worry about it, and just sleep it off,” Jongho replied. “Look, I gotta get to class. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Right, yeah, okay…” you trailed off as Jongho left you standing there more confused than ever.

Because what did he mean by “don’t worry about it”? What the fuck did you do last night?

You decided to take matters into your own hands. After you were done with classes for the day, you went straight to the bar because, Goddammit, you needed answers or at least some clarity.

“Joong!” you called loudly the second you got into the bar. “I have a question for you!”

You plopped yourself down on one of the bar stools and looked at the bartender, a determined glint in your eye, but a heavy sigh on your lips.

“Geez, you look like shit,” Hongjoong commented on your appearance the second he stood in front of you.

“That seems to be the general consensus today… Ugh, anyway. Did I do something wrong last night?”

“What?” Hongjoong’s face twisted in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Like… Okay, I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have done last night,” you explained. “And I’m trying to figure it out.”

“You were fine here— well, you were shit-faced, and Jongho took you home, and that’s about it,” the bartender recollected. “You didn’t do anything outta pocket.”

“Okay… I still feel like… I’m missing something,” you grumbled to yourself, but the man could still hear you.

“Why don’t you ask Jongho since he walked you home last night?”

“See, I tried doing that, but he told me “don’t worry about it”,” you said, exasperated, while using air quotes. “What the fuck does that mean— What should I not worry about?!”

“I don’t know!” Hongjoong held his arms up as if you were holding him at gunpoint and demanding answers. “The only thing I can say is ask him again, or maybe sleep on it, and it’ll come to you.”

“So helpful,” you couldn’t help but be sarcastic. “Fine, I’ll sleep on it. Thanks for the help, Joong.”

You got off the stool and were about to head for the exit when the bartender asked, “So you’re not going to get a drink?”

“Are you fucking kidding— No! Bye, Joong!”

“Hey, Jongho?”

The two of you were sitting on your couch— Jongho came over after he finished his classes for the day.

“What’s up?”

“Are you sure I didn’t do anything that night?” you asked him, your voice slightly wavering.

“I told you not to worry about it,” he responded with a sigh.

“No, but I’m going to worry about it because I want to know!” you exclaimed. “You being all vague and shit about it just makes me more concerned, and I just need you to tell me for my own sanity.”

Jongho let out yet another sigh. He looked straight at you, his eyes meeting yours. You never realized how pretty his eyes were until you made proper eye contact, and the bigger his eyes got, the prettier they became. Then, you realized that his eyes were not getting bigger, but he was moving closer to you. You leaned backwards, your back hitting the arm rest as he pinned you against it, his light exhale flitting past your cheek.

“You really want to know?” he asked, his voice lower and softer than usual.

“I… I do. I do want to know.”

Shocks ran through your body when he caressed your face lightly, his dainty fingertips rubbing lightly against your ear. He leaned in closer to you, making you squeeze your eyes shut since you assumed that he was going to kiss you. Instead, he whispered in your ear, “You told me you loved me.”

He leaned away, allowing you to look at him with complete and utter shock. You tried to brush off the tension building in the room and between your legs as you responded as light-heartedly as you could, “But I always tell you that I love you.”

“Yes, but…” Jongho placed his hand on your thigh and slowly moved it upwards, his voice dropping even lower. “Last night, you told me that you meant it, that you were in love with me.”

Your jaw dropped. Your eyes darted back and forth, and your heart rate picked up as you tried to make sense of the situation— his words, his actions, and your body’s reactions.

“I— I did?” you whispered.

“Yes, and then,” Jongho’s voice also hushed to a whisper as he leaned close to you once more, his hand going further along your thigh, nearing your crotch. “You kissed me.”

“I… I— I,” you stammered, not a single coherent thought left in your brain.

Your brain only got emptier when you felt his soft lips against yours, your body immediately melting into his comfortable touch. You reciprocated his kiss, your hands unconsciously moving from his shoulders to his neck, bringing you closer to him. Your body lurched towards his when you felt his hand move around to your ass, the man firmly cupping it while his other hand slipped under your shirt and traced the curve of your waist, a soft moan playing on your lips.

“Just admit it,” he said softly with his lips still pressed against yours. “You love me, and I love you, too.”

His teeth got a hold of your lower lip and tugged it upwards as his hand started kneading your breast, making you gasp. Then, his patience started wearing thin. He lifted your shirt and moved your bra up to reveal your breasts, his mouth immediately going right for your nipple, and as he sucked, his hands pulled your pants down to reveal your soaking cunt. You were moaning loudly at that point, Jongho’s name barely rolling off your tongue.

When Jongho slipped his slender fingers into you, your entire body reacted. Your back arched, your toes curled, and your hands ran through his hair and gripped it tightly, his fingers pleasuring you greatly. He kept curling them inside you, searching for your G-spot, and once he found it, you cried loudly and sat up in bed.

In bed?

You looked around. Jongho was nowhere to be found, and you were in bed, awake. What the fuck… was that? You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and shifted in bed, only to feel something wet between your legs. You lifted your duvet to see that you were sitting on clean sheets, but soaking up your panties was your arousal.

Did you seriously just have a sex dream about your best friend?

You were mortified with yourself. For the rest of that week, you avoided Jongho like the plague because every single time you saw him, guilt pricked at your skin, brain, and heart. How could you dream of your best friend like that and then see him in the same way ever again? How were you supposed to act normal around him?

And so, you avoided the shit out of him. Seriously. You made sure to use the other exit from your classroom so that you wouldn’t have to deal with the group walking with you, and you ditched all of your regular spots because, fuck, you had no idea how you were going to be normal around him when you couldn’t even be normal with yourself before sleeping.

Because, truth is, that dream did something to you. Any time Jongho popped into your mind, your cunt would clench, and your body would rush with heat; and if you thought about him at night, you desperately had to do something about it. So, basically, every night, you were touching yourself while thinking about your friend— your best friend. What the fuck was wrong with you?

You were forced to meet with the group on Tuesday— Yunho left you a very long, very angry, very drunk voicemail telling you that if you didn’t show up on Tuesday, he was going to murder you. You doubted him, but when you heard Jongho and Mingi try to hold him back in the voicemail, you decided it wasn’t worth risking it.

You and Mingi were the first ones there, the two of you sitting in awkward silence as Hongjoong served you your drinks.

“Okay, um, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Mingi asked after taking a solid sip of his beer.

“W-What do you mean?”

“You’ve been avoiding us all fucking week! Did we do something wrong, or like, do you hate us or—”

“Oh my God, Mingi, no,” you immediately assured the guy. “I wasn’t trying to avoid all of you! Just…”

“Just what?”

“I was avoiding Jongho…”

“What the fuck? Why?” Mingi’s tone went from accusatory to worried and sympathetic, making you relax a little bit.

“Okay, so, uh… The other night… I… I may or may not have had a sex dream about Jongho… And when I woke up, I just… I got super turned on.”

“Wait, was it a wet dream?”

“I don’t know… Can girls even have wet dreams?”

“Well… Sounds like a wet dream to me,” Mingi answered after pondering the idea for a little.

“Great. Either way, I can’t even look at him the same way anymore. Fucking kill me,” you groaned as you laid your head on the bar top.

“Wait, so why’d you even dream about it?”

“I don’t know, man! I’ve been friends with the guy for fucking years, and this is the first time I’ve ever dreamt about him like that— and what’s worse is that he was so fucking good in my dream! Ugh, I wanna die!”

Mingi, who found the whole ideal hysterical, was laughing his ass off as he watched you get more and more mortified by the second.

“Did you ever figure out what happened that night, Y/N?” Hongjoong entered the conversation, making Mingi’s laughter die down a little.

“No,” you sulked. “I never got the chance to ask him again… I asked him in that dream, though.”

That made Mingi laugh all over again. He was clutching his stomach and laughing until he started crying, and he continued to laugh his ass off even when Yunho arrived. Well, he was still laughing, but he was able to wheeze to Yunho, “Dude, listen to this—”

“Mango, shut the fuck up!” you kicked Mingi in the shin, although that did nothing to the guy.

“Y/N had a random sex dream about Jongho!” Mingi barely said before laughing all over again.

“Really?” Yunho asked— he didn’t seem surprised, though.

“Yeah,” you said sadly.

“Well, I guess it makes sense that you’d have a sex dream about him considering what you did,” Yunho pondered out loud.

Mingi stopped laughing, and you, Hongjoong, and Mingi all stared at the tall man, Hongjoong asking, “What the fuck did she do?”

“She kissed him.”

The three of you stared at Yunho with wide eyes and dropped jaws.

“What?!”

“Yeah, Jongho told me about it.”

Your brain, at that point, was erroring out as it tried to recollect the events of that night while Mingi, on the other hand, was so insulted.

“You knew about this and didn’t tell me?!” he asked, feigning injury.

“I thought he told you! What do you want me to do about it?”

“Just check in with me next time! We should share everything with each other, Yunho.”

Yunho and Mingi continued to bicker in the background as you finally, finally, remembered what happened that night.

“Y/N, you’re home,” he said quietly while standing you upright. “Where are your keys?”

“In my pocket," you said with a slight giggle— the jeans you had on actually had front pockets, so you usually stashed your keys in there so you wouldn’t have to wear a purse when you had those jeans on.

With a sigh, Jongho carefully dug into your pocket, his fingers lightly grazing your upper thigh. You couldn’t help but let out a little moan; his action was so minimal and unintentional, but it still felt fucking good. God, you were definitely wasted.

Then, a crazy thought entered your drunken brain. You realized that you needed to thank Jongho for getting you home safe. Granted, it was his job as your best friend (not really, but what are friends for?) to make sure you made it home, but you still had to thank him, right? So, right after Jongho unlocked your door and opened it for you, you grabbed him by the collar, and you thanked him by kissing him.

To be honest, it was the world’s most anti-climactic kiss. Your lips just pressed against his, and that was it. When you moved away, you could see that Jongho was in complete shock, his jaw dropped slightly. His eyes were darting back and forth as he tried to decipher what the fuck you just did. His hands, which were previously on your shoulders, dropped to the side, limp.

That’s when you made the situation worse. You pulled him towards you again and kissed him properly. It was a gentle kiss, your lips enveloping his upper lip, your hand moving from his collar to his neck to make the kiss the slightest bit more sensual. And, to your surprise, you felt his hands on your waist. He reciprocated the kiss, bringing his body closer to yours as he kissed you more passionately. You were practically melting in his arms the longer he kissed you, your brain officially erroring out as you lost yourself in him.

When the chain of kisses ended, you found yourself dazed. You truly didn’t know what to say or do, so you just patted his chest and whispered, “I… Uh… Good night, Jongho…”

Jongho seemed unfazed, as if he wasn’t just making out with you seconds prior. He nodded and patted your head while responding, “Good night, Y/N. Sleep well.”

“Yeah, you too…”

Brain fuzzy, you crashed in your bed, your face still rosy and your lips slightly sore from kissing your best friend. Your best fucking friend.

You buried your face in your hands when you realized what you did, your mind chanting “what the fuck?” over and over again. You felt someone’s hand on your shoulder, but there was no way you were going to be consoled so easily.

“Y/N, don’t worry about it. It was a tiny mistake,” Hongjoong said softly. “We all know that you’re not usually like that.”

“I’m sick and tired of people telling me not to worry about it,” you groaned. “And being drunk is not an excuse… I… What do I do?”

The four of you were silent until Yunho said quietly, “I think you should just talk to him.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, just talk it through. You guys are best friends, and I don’t like seeing the two of you avoiding each other.”

“Wait,” your head snapped up. “What do you mean each other? I thought I was avoiding him…”

“Why do you think he’s not here right now?” Yunho pointed out.

You gaped. Trivia was about to start soon, and Jongho was nowhere in sight.

“Where is he?”

All you did was kiss the guy, but you felt the guilt weighing on your shoulders not just because of the kiss but because of everything else you did following the kiss. The guy was your best friend for crying out loud. If it was just the kiss, you would’ve apologized immediately, and all would’ve been well, but the dreams just made it so much harder for you to do anything— even knocking on his apartment door was fucking difficult.

You somehow mustered the courage to do it, and after a couple of seconds, Jongho answered the door. He was wearing his standard class outfit: jeans, a hoodie, and a jean jacket; but he looked so fucking hot, so boyfriend material in them, that your heart actually skipped a beat or two.

“Hey,” Jongho spoke first, pulling you out of your head before you could spiral into a dizzy daydream.

“H-Hey, uh… Can I come in?”

Holding the door open, Jongho invited you in. You walked in hesitantly, awkwardly. You’d been in his apartment so many Goddamn times, so you shouldn’t have been so timid, but your anxiety truly got the better of you.

The two of you ended up taking a seat at his tiny dining table, the man sitting across from you. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as you looked down and tried to spit out something, anything.

“So…” you finally uttered. “I wanted to apologize.”

“For what?” Jongho genuinely sounded confused.

“I got really drunk the other night—”

“Y/N, it’s fine. I told you not to worry about it.”

“No! It’s not fine, Jongho,” you shook your head. “I— I came onto you, which was totally not cool of me, and I’m really sorry for that. I don’t like that you’re uncomfortable around me, which is totally valid considering what I did, but like… You’re my best friend, and it’s so weird that we’re avoiding each other like this…”

“Wait… Huh?”

“What?”

“I didn’t think you remembered, which is why I told you to not worry about it,” Jongho explained.

“I mean, I didn’t at first, but then it came rushing back to me like just now at the bar after Yunho told me what I did, and God, I feel awful for doing that to you,” you rambled.

“Why do you feel awful?”

“Because I kissed you without consent…? Isn’t that why you were avoiding me?”

“That… That wasn’t nonconsensual, Y/N…” Jongho started mumbling as the tips of his ears turned red.

“What… Um, what do you mean, Jongho?” you asked in a small voice.

“I mean…”

Jongho pressed his lips together and looked away, his ears turning redder as he ran his fingers through his hair. The guy was embarrassed as fuck, but he still managed to look so attractive that it made your heart, and your cunt, clench hard. He left his hand on the back of his head as he brought his gaze back to you.

“I kissed you back…”

Your jaw dropped slightly. Stammering, you asked, “S-So… What, uh.. What does that mean?”

“That I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I like you. And I was avoiding you because… Well, I didn’t want you to know that I, uh, had feelings… For you…”

Your face erupted into flames. You looked straight down at your lap, your eyes darting back and forth as you tried to make sense of the situation. The two of you were absolutely silent as clouds of embarrassment and slight tension filled the room.

“Wait…” Jongho broke the silence. “So, if you just remembered, then why were you avoiding me?”

“O-Oh… Because…” you forced yourself to get the words out— knowing him, he wouldn’t let you go without a proper explanation, and there was no way you were going to be able to lie to him at that point. Plus, even if you didn’t tell him, Mingi was going to, and it was definitely better that you told him than your dumbass friend.

“Spit it out, Y/N,” Jongho said, his voice breaking you out of your trance.

“Right.. Because I, uh… I had a sex dream about you… And now I can’t… Not see you… In… That… Way…”

And with that, you buried your face in your hands, trying to extinguish the red on your face; you could practically feel steam leaving your ears because of how embarrassed you were.

Jongho, meanwhile, was completely taken aback, but in the best way possible. If you were dreaming about him in that sense, did that mean you liked him back? That the feelings were mutual? That the kiss actually meant something whether you realized it or not?

While you were dying of embarrassment, Jongho hugged you— he thought he was reassuring you, but it only made you more shy and a little turned on feeling the way he hugged you securely to his surprisingly firm yet soft chest (you hugged him all the fucking time, so why you were only noticing it now was a mystery to you). You were so ready to let out a squeal— more like a dying dolphin noise— of embarrassment when you felt him choke down a chuckle and start petting your hair. Goddammit, was he trying to drive you insane?

Luckily, Jongho didn’t push the topic further (yet). The embarrassment slowly died down, and when you felt your heart unclench, you timidly hugged him back, and once you calmed down enough, he let go of you. Then, he fucking made your heart skip a million beats when he brushed your hair out of your face and looked at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen on him. You had seen him with plenty of girlfriends in the past, but this was the first time you had ever seen him display so much affection— and for you, of all people.

At some point, the two of you migrated to his sofa where you were sipping on water on one end of the long sofa and he was sitting in the arm chair next to the sofa like a fucking king. You had to keep your eyes on your water because if you got even the tiniest glimpse of his thighs and the way he was manspreading, you would fully combust.

“Y/N,” Jongho asked, his voice softer than ever.

“Yes!” you sat up attentively. “I-I mean, yeah…?”

You for sure thought Jongho was going to laugh at your actions, but he didn’t. He looked like everything was normal, but his ears were bright red once again.

“So…” he started. “In this dream… What happened?”

You choked on your water. You knew he was going to ask at some point, but you didn’t think he would actually ask you. You set the cup of water down on the coffee table in front of you and sighed softly before explaining the dream to him.

And as you explained your dream to him, Jongho’s face didn’t change in the slightest. He took all of your words in and just kept nodding, making it a little easier for you to tell him. Finally, after you finished retelling your dream— you only told him the dream that started all because God forbid he ever found out about you touching yourself while thinking about him in your dreams— he nodded and said, “Oh, wow… Hopefully, I live up to the way you dream made me out to be… Well, only if you’re okay with that.”

You blinked and froze, the words slowly starting to sink in. Was he asking for consent? Oh my God, did he want to fuck you?!

Without realizing it, you nodded slowly, your body taking over your mind. Then, you whispered, “I’d… I’d like to experience it for real…” giving him the verbal consent that he wanted.

Jongho held out his hand, willing you to hold it. He tugged your hand to make you get up and stand before him, and before you knew it, you were straddling him, your ass pressing against his knees. He was looking up at you with the softest, sparkliest eyes that you’d ever seen on him, making your heart skip a beat but in a way that was different from the way your wet dream version of him did.

With one hand on your back and the other weaving his fingers through your hair, Jongho led your head to meet his, his lips pressing against yours softly. He kissed you slowly, passionately. You were holding onto his shoulders at first, only for you to move your hand to his face and cup his cheek, the kisses deepening, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you felt your body slowly start to heat up.

His hands moved from your hair and back to your thighs, the palms of his hands rubbing against your clothed thighs so slowly and sensually that electricity zapped through all of your nerves. He let out little gasps and groans in between your kisses, his fingers pressing into your thighs when you tugged upwards on his lower lip.

Jongho was a lot more calculative with his actions in real life than in your dreams. His hands trailed from your thighs to around your butt, only to rest on the small of your back, his fingers teasing you by tugging at the waistband of your pants but not actually moving them down. You whined lightly against his lips, your hands gripping the collar of his jean jacket to get him to stop teasing you and start stripping both you and him down.

What sold him on moving faster was not the threat of your grip, but the way you were rolling your hips into him, the slightest movement making the bulge in his pants grow bigger and tighter; and it certainly did not help when you ran your fingers along his neck, one finger lingering on the little mole on his neck.

His intensity increased immediately. His hands went under your thighs and shifted you so that you were straddling only one of his thighs. He pushed down on your waist so that you were fully sitting on his thigh before running his hands up your shirt, his fingers brushing along the sensitive spots on your back.

The two of you only stopped kissing when you forced him to take off his jacket and when he helped you get out of your shirt, his eyes scanning your body as you tossed the shirt to the side.

“W-What? What is it?” you whispered, suddenly self-conscious and slightly reluctant to take your bra off.

“You’re stunning, Y/N,” he breathed out, his hands tracing the curve of your waist.

The compliment made you all sorts of shy all over again, making you bury your face in the nook of his neck. Jongho used that opportunity to unhook your bra, the straps slipping off your shoulders the second the band released. You ended up slipping the bra off, leaving your entire torso exposed. You felt the blush on your face get more intense when his hands and lips roamed your body, the man’s eyelashes fluttering as he left tiny, soft kisses along your skin.

Your hips resumed rolling, your clothed cunt rubbing along his thigh as his hands cupped and clutched your breasts. His hands kneaded your breasts continuously as he left little pink marks along your collarbone, chest, cleavage; and finally, when his mouth found your nipples, his hands moved back to your ass and held the underside of your ass securely as he sucked and nibbled on your tit.

“Jongho!” you cried as you flung your head back. “I— Angh— I—!”

You couldn’t form a single thought the second he started moving the waistband of your pants down. The only thing you could do was forcibly move his head up so that he was forced to look into your eyes, his dark hair covering his sparkling eyes slightly.

“I want you to fuck me already,” you whispered— more like whimpered— while grasping the collar of his shirt.

Wordlessly and effortlessly, Jongho stood up with you in his arms, your legs automatically wrapping around him as he carried you to his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed gently before starting to slowly remove his own clothes.

It was dark in his room, but thanks to the moonlight and the lights from the city, you were able to see his muscles and toned body reveal themselves as the clothes came off, and when he took off his pants, you saw that his cock, his girthy cock, was impatient and ready to go— you couldn’t even imagine the amount of self-restraint he was using if his cock was that red and angry.

Jongho turned to his nightstand and produced a condom. He tore the packet open and tossed it somewhere before rolling the condom on and getting on the bed next to you.

“C’mere,” he whispered as he laid down.

Soon, you were straddling him once more, your wet cunt hovering above his erect cock. At first, you thought he was going to ask you to ride him, but instead, he pulled your arms down so that you were essentially pinning him down, his lips making contact with yours as your chest pressed against his. His fingers ran through your hair and held the back of your head as he pushed your face closer to his, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth.

You were so distracted by his tongue dancing with yours that you didn’t even realize his hands moved to your ass and his cock, lining up your entrance with the tip before pushing you down slowly, the girth of his cock spreading you so wide that you thought you were going to tear.

You cried against his mouth as he filled you up, your ass pressing against his thighs as he remained still inside you. Your walls clenched tightly around his fat cock, making him sharply inhale in between kisses, a little grunt escaping him shortly thereafter.

After a couple of seconds, you were able to relax your pussy just enough to start moving comfortably, your ass slapping his waist lightly as you moved your waist up and down. You moved slowly and gently at first as you moaned against Jongho’s lips, your chest rubbing against his, your nipples getting more sore by the second.

But, you were going a little too slow for the man underneath you. His hands, still on your ass, held onto you tightly as his waist jerked upwards. Your ass slapped against his waist so hard that the sound echoed in the room, and it felt so fucking good that your lips left Jongho’s so you could cry out in pleasure.

Jongho wanted to hear those cries more, so he continued to ram his waist upwards, and as he did so, he moved your ass so that he was continuously rubbing against your G-spot, making your orgasm arrive way sooner than you expected. You moaned loudly and dropped your head into the nook of his neck as you came, your cunt creaming around his dick.

You were panting heavily as Jongho sat up, his cock still deep inside you. Yet, he didn’t move. You remained seated on his lap as he gave you a second to recover and blink the stars out of your eyes as he moved his lips to your neck, peppering small kisses along your soft skin. His arms wrapped around you, his fingers pressing lightly into your waist and back, his nails tickling you ever so slightly. You rested your arms on his shoulders and let out euphoric sighs as he kissed you all over, leaving the occasional pink mark on your skin as he worked his way around the blank canvas of your body.

He started leaning into you the more he kissed you until he had you pinned to the bed. He was hovering above you when your back settled into the mattress, his hands laid flat right above your shoulders. The two of you just stared at each other, your mouths slightly open as you breathed in unison. Jongho’s hair was covering his eyes slightly, but you could still see them sparkle as he gazed into your eyes. His soft touch brushed against your temple as he moved your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear before cupping your face and kissing your lips lightly, a small smile appearing on his face.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brought him closer to you, your lips yearning for him to kiss you more deeply, more passionately; and your waist shifted slightly and impatiently as you waited for him to fuck you. The second he locked lips with you again, his hips gyrated into yours, the light slaps of your waist meeting his filling the room.

Jongho’s pace slowly started speeding up, and the intensity of his thrusts increased exponentially as your cunt started taking the shape of his cock. Your insides started heating up to the point where you thought the friction was going to start a fire within you, and every time his waist rammed into yours with a satisfying slap, you let out a gasp mixed with a moan, your head pushing back further into the mattress.

Your legs wrapped around his waist completely, allowing him to thrust even faster into you. Jongho kept gasping your name softly as his orgasm neared, the melodic sound of your name leaving his lips making your body tingle all over and your toes curl. You hugged him even closer to you so that his chest was against yours and his nose was rubbing against the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Jongho gasped as you clenched around him.

You bit your lower lip and nodded, stars reappearing in your vision. Just seeing you bite your lower lip was enough for him. Jongho snapped his hips into yours with such force that made you cum hard, your walls fluttering as your arousal squirted out. Jongho, meanwhile, also came, his cock twitching as his cum filled the condom.

As you recovered from your high, Jongho pulled out and removed the condom before stroking himself a couple more times, ropes of cum decorating your torso as he finished completely on you, a groan of pleasure and relief rumbling in his chest. Then, wordlessly, he got off the bed and disappeared into his apartment.

You were able to push yourself up by the time Jongho returned with towels and water. He handed you the glass, and you took tiny sips of the water as you watched him wipe you down.

“Tell me something,” he said to you. “Was that as good as your dream?”

Jongho looked up at you as he waited for you to respond. So, you cupped his face and led him towards you to leave a lingering kiss on his lips.

“No, it was better.”

You thought you would be waking up from another dream, but no. This time, when you woke up, you woke up to see your best friend’s sleeping face right in front of yours, his soft features relaxed and beautiful. He looked so peaceful, so pretty while sleeping that it kind of made you jealous that he could look like fucking Sleeping Beauty.

You shifted slightly, immediately making the sleeping man hug you closer to his bare chest, his soft skin making you shiver slightly. And when you felt his gentle exhale flit past your ear before he buried his nose in your hair, every single nerve in your body tingled happily.

As Jongho continued to sleep, you observed him, your eyes landing on the little freckle on his neck. You absentmindedly traced your nail along it lightly, tickling him and subsequently waking him up.

“Mmm, good morning,” he uttered, his low morning voice echoing in your ear.

You’d had many sleepovers with him in the past, and you’d heard his morning voice many, many times in the past, but having him talk right into your ear like that was too sexy, too stimulating for you that early in the morning, your heart and cunt fluttering.

“Good morning, Jongho,” you whispered back.

Hugging you even closer, Jongho let out a happy exhale before leaving the faintest of kisses on your temple, making your heart skip and making you realize that you were falling for him.

But he didn’t need to know that. Not yet, anyway.

[yuyurie]

ATEEZ members having a boner while being away from you.

I said “while being away” but some of these actually felt like them being needy in general. I appreciate every like, comment and reblog, thank you all so much. Have fun reading!

Ateez x fem reader

[yuyurie]

Asking ATEEZ members to pick a lingerie.

Some of these are spicy some are less spicy, I couldn’t find somewhere in between.

[bro-atz]

orange juice

in which: wooyoung knows that you and yunho are in an open relationship, so maybe there's room for him too.

pair: wooyoung/afab!reader

word count: 1.9k

content: sex, unprotected sex, completely consensual

rating: R — nsfw | mdni

Wooyoung knew that you and his roommate weren’t exclusive. While you weren’t seeing anyone else for the time being, his roommate would occasionally hook up with other girls every so often. Wooyoung asked you multiple times why you didn’t decide to do the same, and you would always tell him that it was because you didn’t find anyone else that appealing yet.

What you didn’t know was that Wooyoung kept asking you that question because he wanted to ask you out, but he couldn’t figure out exactly how to phrase it. Were you open to actually dating, or were you only looking for casual relationships like the one you had with his roommate? No matter how hard he tried to figure it out, he couldn’t, so Wooyoung just decided to keep his mouth shut because he didn’t want to lose his friendship with you.

There was one thing about your relationship with his roommate that bugged him though, and that was the fact that he could hear you both whenever you hooked up. You were both pretty loud, and everything that he could hear turned him the fuck on— and he was ashamed to say that he beat himself off a couple times when he heard your melodious moans and sighs through the thin walls of his apartment.

One morning, he woke up to hear the two of you giggling in his roommate’s bedroom. His eyebrow twitched with slight irritation the louder your giggling got. He wanted to be the one to make you laugh like that. He wanted to hear that laugh while you laid in his arms and hugged him close so early in the morning. Was that too much to ask?

Begrudgingly, Wooyoung got out of bed to get started with his day. He trudged to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and stared mindlessly into the fridge. He didn’t know what to eat, so he just left the fridge open and continued to stare at the contents inside as his roommate entered the kitchen.

“Hey, if you’re not going to grab anything, close the fridge,” he lectured before closing the door in front of Wooyoung’s face.

“I was trying to figure out what to eat,” Wooyoung responded as he frowned.

“Well, don’t waste electricity.”

Wooyoung turned and faced his roommate, only to see that he was dressed and ready to head out. He looked at him, his face the epitome of a question mark.

“Where are you going this early in the morning?”

“I got a breakfast date. I’ll see ya later.”

With that, Wooyoung’s roommate left the apartment, leaving Wooyoung slightly flabbergasted. How could he just leave you here to go on a date with someone else? It felt wrong, but he wasn’t the one in an open relationship with you, so who was he to judge? Wooyoung turned back to the fridge and finally settled on grabbing a couple of fruits from the fridge and making himself a fruit salad.

He was peeling oranges when you sauntered into the area. You stifled a yawn and greeted him.

“Morning, Wooyoung,” you said sleepily.

“Morning…”

Wooyoung was still focused on the oranges when you sat in the bar stool at the end of the kitchen island. When you sat down, he finally looked up at you, and he immediately smirked as he popped an orange slice into his mouth.

“Did you sleep in my shirt? That’s hot,” Wooyoung said as soon as he laid eyes on you.

“Oh, yeah, sorry I borrowed— Sorry, did you just say “that’s hot”?” you stopped mid sentence as soon as Wooyoung’s words fully processed in your head.

“I mean, yeah. You usually wear Yunho’s shirts whenever you spend the night. The fact that you’re wearing mine… You look really hot, Y/N.”

Your face went red. You avoided eye contact with him and tugged at the hem of his shirt. You could barely let out a weak thank you, making the other man laugh at your reaction.

“You can’t take a compliment, Y/N?”

You kept your gaze on your lap as you shook your head. Wooyoung looked at you a little more closely, his heart skipping a beat as he suddenly felt a surge of courage course through his body. He wiped his hands on the kitchen towel and approached you. He held the bottom of your shirt, immediately making you snap your eyes to him.

“When are you going to give me my shirt back, then?” Wooyoung asked.

“Uh, I d-don’t— Sh-should I wash it first?” you stuttered.

“I don’t know… I kind of want my shirt back now.”

You blinked a couple of times, your brain unable to process what you were hearing. The words then flew out of your mind when he tugged your— his— shirt upwards slowly. You stared at him with wide eyes as he maintained eye contact with you, his intentions (finally) extremely clear to you.

“Is that okay?” Wooyoung asked. “Can I have my shirt back now?”

Gulping, you nodded. Wooyoung pulled the shirt off, revealing your bare breasts and leaving you in nothing but your panties. He let the shirt fall to the ground and immediately cupped your breasts, a soft exhale leaving your lungs as he massaged your breasts. You uttered profanities under your breath the more Wooyoung kneaded. He leaned in close to you, his lips teasing yours. You tilted your head and tried to kiss him, but he moved away right as your lips brushed his, making you whine slightly.

“You sure about that, Y/N?” Wooyoung asked teasingly. “You sure you want to cross this line with me?”

“Nngh, can you please just kiss me?” you complained.

“I want verbal confirmation from you, Y/N.”

“Yes, Wooyoung. I want to cross this line with you.”

Wooyoung smirked. He finally connected his lips to yours, electricity running through your body. You moaned and ran your fingers through his hair as you deepened the kisses, the man leaning into you to the point where you almost fell off the stool.

“Wait,” he whispered breathlessly as he moved his hands from your breasts to your waist.

He lifted you so that you were sitting on the kitchen countertop before smashing his lips against yours. He kissed you hungrily, his hands gripping your thighs and waist repeatedly as he restlessly made out with you.

“Fuck, Wooyoung!” you sighed as he trailed his kisses down your neck, his hand moving up to massage your breast again.

Wooyoung couldn’t even be bothered to respond— he was so focused on devouring and marking every part of you because he had been wanting this for God knows how long. With one hand on your breast, the other went into your panties, his fingers stroking your cunt roughly, impatiently. You could barely support yourself on the kitchen island, so you clung to him instead, your hands gripping his shoulders.

You whimpered and whined when Wooyoung moved away from you. He completely removed his sweatpants, revealing his red, throbbing cock raring to go before quickly pulling your panties off. You licked your lips and reached for him, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him close to you. Wooyoung smiled slyly before kissing you, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth as he rubbed his cock along your entrance. Your legs quivered every time the tip of his cock brushed against your clit, tingles spreading through your stomach the more he rubbed. While you loved the feeling, you needed more.

Luckily, Wooyoung was losing his patience as well. When he deemed you wet enough, he moved away from you so he could slide his cock inside you, making you press your hands flat on the countertop to support yourself. You moaned softly when you felt him enter you, the tingles only getting stronger. You leaned your head back and felt your mind start to empty out as Wooyoung began rutting into you. He moved one of your legs so that it was resting on his shoulder, giving him better access to your cunt.

“Fuck,” you heard him hiss, the sound of the profanity leaving his lips making every cell in your body react to him. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”

You bit your lip and nodded, a whine leaving your lungs as you agreed with him. You had never heard your cunt sound quite like it did in that moment, squelching with every thrust from the man before you. You leaned back onto the counter top and moaned, your eyes fluttering close and filling the darkness with sparkles. You really were so close. You brought your hand in between your legs and rubbed your clit as Wooyoung focused on keeping his steady pace, the power of his hips only getting stronger. His hands went from your waist to your thighs so he could pull you close to him every time his hips moved. The added stimulation was just enough for you to push him away and let out a loud cry as you squirted onto the countertop, your arousal dripping off the edge and to the floor.

“F-Fuck, Wooyoung!” you cried as you creamed around his cock when he re-entered you, your legs trembling uncontrollably. He let go of your thigh, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist, and his hands moved to your breasts to grip them tightly as his thrusts got faster. “ Yes, yes! J-Just like that!”

Wooyoung was grunting, high-pitched whines leaving him every so often as his thrusts got more sporadic. He was truly losing his mind— when you clenched your walls around his cock, he was pretty much ready to cum, but he didn’t want to stop, not when the friction between his cock and your cunt was filling him with insurmountable pleasure.

Yet, he was fucked when you pushed yourself up and quickly held onto him before smashing your lips against his. It certainly did not help that you were rolling your body towards him, changing his angle ever so slightly. As you kissed him, you took his lower lip in between your teeth and bit down lightly, completely breaking Wooyoung. He quickly held your waist and pulled you close as he thrust rapidly into you before cumming, the man moaning against your lips. He had actually tried to pull out before cumming, but you clenched your walls again, stopping him midway through. He came inside you, his cock shuddering as his seed spurt inside you.

“Ah… Fuck,” you moaned as your pleasure slowly died down. “That was so good…”

“Shit,” Wooyoung hissed as he pressed his head into your shoulder. “I came inside…”

“That’s okay, Wooyoung,” you responded as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I don’t mind at all.”

“You sure?”

“With you, I’m always sure.”

Wooyoung let out a low exhale as he pulled out of you, his cum seeping out of your cunt and mixing with your arousal before dripping onto the ground. He was completely enamored with the way your red cunt was leaking white, his fingers spreading your lips open to let the rest of him drip out.

“Wooyoung, you’re making a mess,” you muttered with slight embarrassment as you tried to close your legs.

“My kitchen, my problem,” he replied immediately.

“Still…”

Wooyoung couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. He ended up stopping, allowing you to close your legs and shed your embarrassment. When you slipped off the kitchen countertop and tried to situate yourself though, Wooyoung pinned you in place, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he leaned into you.

“Where are you going? I’m not finished with you yet.”

[sannie-young]

⊹₊⟡⋆Cuffed J.WY.

Ateez fake texts

Pairing: bf!wooyoung x reader

Warnings: language, sexual content MDNI, the word “pussy,” menace Wooyoung, handcuffs mentioned

About: You buy Wooyoung a present

Note: I have 1500 followers now! This is a little present to both myself and my babies! Wooyoung bias please stop showing😳

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

❛ ALACAZAM ❜

In Which: Your lifelong best friend agrees to be a test subject for a potion, not knowing it's a truth spell. And he's been hiding things from you.

❥Jung Wooyoung x fem reader

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. werewolf!wooyoung x witch!reader, best friends to "wow they be FUCKING", reader didn't tell wooyoung it was a truth potion but to be fair- he didn't ask, heavy kissing

Your necklaces dangle as you hover above him, tiny spell jars and charms clinking together softly over your heated panting.

"I want you," you mumble against his lips; hands splayed on his warm cheeks, cupping his jaw, "I want you like you want me."

"Hello~" You drag on, waving your hand in front of Wooyoung's face, charmed bracelets chiming, "Earth to dipshit?"

"...What?" He looks to you slowly, dazed. The smell of your seemingly ever burning incense dragging him back to his consciousness.

The quiet hum of the music from your stereo fills the silence between you as you stare at him incredulously.

"Well?" You ask, leaning with your hands on the table between you. "How is it feeling?"

"Warm," he nods after a moment, "in my gut."

You lean down on your elbows to write in your journal, and your shirt falls to expose your cleavage. Something you don't notice, don't bother to, but it makes him swallow thickly.

"And my ears. Like I'm blushing."

"You are blushing," you mumble as you write, making the heat on his face burn ever so hotter.

"What exactly is this potion-"

"In third grade, did you steal my pen? The one with like five colors on it?"

"What?" He scoffs, "I told you I did."

He pauses. Those are not the words that came out of his mouth. "I did." He tries again, with the same result. "Did!" He claps his hands over his mouth, eyes wide and shaking his head.

"I knew it! You asshole," you point, a large grin on your face. "You told me Park Seonghwa took it! I hated him until fifth grade cause of that." You take the seat across from him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"What else have you been hiding?" You hum, teasingly.

"Only a few things." He shakes his head and then gasps. What he had meant to say, what he thought he did, was 'nothing'.

"Oh! Spill it, spill it!"

"What was that potion?!" He looks down at the few drops in the glass in-front of him, like it will tell him something.

"Truth potion!" You beam, "it seems to be working wonders even on a lycanthrope. It's supposed to dull your cognitive inhibition. I bet I could change the world with thi- what are you doing?"

You stand up and follow him quickly as he rushes to the door, "Woo!"

"I have to go-"

"No! I still have to run some tests-"

You grab hold of his wrist and all of the sudden you're pinned to the wall, both of your wrists in his grasp while his body holds you to the surface. "What tests?" He says casually, as if he doesn't realize how strange of a position he has you in.

"Like, uhm, just regular tests. Like blood pressure and temperature and-"

"Can you make them quick?" Because he needs to be far, far away from you before he starts spilling every secret thought he's ever had about you.

"Y-yeah."

He's back at the table and yanking the chair back in the blink of your eye.

You shake your nerves away and make your way to him, grabbing the blood pressure cuff on your way.

"What was that about, huh?" You ask, slightly snippy. You've made it known you don't appreciate when he uses his lycanthropy against you.

"My rut is in a few days."

You scoff a laugh, wrapping the cuff around his arm extra tight. "What's that got to do with anything? You can control yourself just f- oh..." Probably can't control himself as well after the potion you gave him.

"I'm afraid that I'll fuck you." He says plainly.

The whir of the blood pressure machine fills the silence, the hiss as it lets go following as you search for words. "Why?" Is what you eventually land on.

"Because I've been in love with you since before I can remember. And usually all I want is to take care of you and be with you — but right now I need to fuck. And I want to fuck you but if you say no I'll go home and-"

His tongue gets tied half spoken, his throat tightening as you straddle his lap. You let out a shaky breath as you tear off the blood pressure cuff, "your pressures a little high-"

"Don't do this to me."

You swallow the lump in your throat, smiling innocently, "do what?"

"Tell me to kiss you. Tell me it's okay."

"Kiss me—"

His lips latch onto yours like a magnet, rough and passionate; filled with energy as he kisses you.

Your necklaces dangle as you hover above him, tiny spell jars and charms clinking together softly over your heated panting.

"I want you," you mumble against his lips; hands splayed on his warm cheeks, cupping his jaw, "I want you like you want me."

[kisssan]

pairing﹢jung wooyoung x fem!reader x jeong yunho genre﹢smut. porn with little plot, contains heavy dialogue, toy use, edging, overstimulation, orgasm control, mild sadism, usage of petnames (angel, baby, princess). synopsis﹢nothing is ever just a game with wooyoung, and with yunho involved... they push all of your buttons. word count﹢3,7k

“what do you mean you don’t know where it is?”

WOOYOUNG doesn’t even look at you at first. he’s standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt before ruffling his hair, letting a few strands of dark bangs fall into his eyes. he was so calm, didn't even care much about the remote to the toy in your panties was gone. you, on the other hand, are seconds away from losing it, pacing on the edge of your patience, your mind spiraling faster with every second he doesn’t react. 

“i don’t know,” he says simply, reaching for his perfume, spritzing it once, then twice, the citrus scent quickly filling the room. he looks confident and so sure of himself, and somehow that makes it worse. because no matter how put together he is right now, he still can’t answer one simple question — where is it? maybe some poltergeist had hidden it somewhere. it will appear someday by chance, so don’t worry that pretty little head of yours.

“you’re unbelievable and so irresponsible,” you scoff at him, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. he's never lost it before, not once. it's always in a pocket of his jacket or jeans, somewhere easy to reach. not something that just… disappears. what, did it fall into some kind of void? vanish into thin air? 

“you’re the one who agreed to wear it.” finally glancing at you through the mirror, one brow slightly raised, as his gaze drags over you from head to toe. fitted black long-sleeve crop top, short flowy skirt, chunky boots, jewelry catching the light, every detail carefully put together, and all he thinks about is the accessory hidden underneath.

“that was under the assumption you wouldn’t lose the damn remote.” to him, you still looked pretty even when you were angry or irritated.

“i didn’t lose it,” he corrects, turning to face you, leaning back against the dresser like he has nothing to worry about. “i just don’t know where it is.”

you exhale, trying to ignore the way your pulse is already picking up just from the situation itself. this just couldn't be happening. if it were a condom, no problem, as if you didn’t prefer to do it raw. or whatever small thing like forgetting to buy eggs or chocolate. that's more forgivable than something like a remote control for the very expensive toy he bought to torture you with.

“woo, that’s basically the same thing.”

“not really.”

“there’s no point in me even wearing this if you can’t control it.”

“maybe it’s in my car.”

“maybe?”

“guess we’ll find out.” and just like that, he puts on his shoes and grabs the car keys, heading for the door, leaving you standing there, stomach twisting with the uneasy feeling that he’s not nearly as clueless as he’s pretending to be.

you and wooyoung aren’t dating. you don’t see anyone else, he doesn’t, either. it’s… whatever this is. something in between, exclusive, but unlabeled. days that blur into nights harder to walk away from. kisses that linger, hands that don’t know when to stop because with him, everything always leads somewhere, tension that never really fades.

he calls you angel when you’re trying to be a sweet devil. baby when you’re glaring at him, princess when you’re about to snap, and brat when you behave like one. you call him annoying, dickhead, little shit, sometimes baby slips out, when you’re not thinking too hard about it. 

it’s inevitable. he likes control, thrives on it. pushes until you push back, just to see how far you’ll go before you give in. and you pretend you don’t enjoy it, but you love and appreciate him more than anything; he is your soulmate, perhaps, or at least that's what you like to tell yourself. people don’t ask questions anymore. to them, you’re just wooyoung’s girl, and whether that’s made official or not, you don’t correct them.

the thing is, it’s not just teasing and tension. he knows how to take care of you, too. soften after he’s been rough and give just as much as he takes. he keeps you on your tippy toes, yes, but he also knows exactly how to spoil you and make it feel like you’re the only one he’s paying attention to.

maybe that’s why you stay. and maybe that’s why, even after checking the car and coming up empty, you’re still standing there with him, wearing the damn thing like it wasn’t a mistake to begin with.

“baby, relax,” he says, closing the car door with a soft thud as he locks it, shrugs like it’s nothing. “it’s not the end of the world.”

you stare at him as you wait for him to get on your side so you can walk together to the building. he smirks, stepping closer, just enough to mess with your already delicate balance. you open your mouth to argue, but he cuts you off.

“if you’re that desperate,” murmuring as he doesn’t look bothered. if anything, he looks more amused. “i can always take care of it myself.”

“how, exactly?” you ask, and his gaze stops at your face, taking in your beautiful features once again.

“my fingers,” he adds, like he’s listing options. “my mouth. whatever my princess needs.”

you swallow, trying to hold your ground, even as heat creeps up your neck, then he leans in just enough, voice brushing past your ear, “but don’t even think about asking for more. not with that attitude you had earlier.”

your breath catches for half a second before you recover, shoving lightly at his chest. you hate how his words settle somewhere under your skin, because as much as you want to think otherwise, you know he means it.

the place is quieter than you expected. you and wooyoung are the first to arrive early, for once. when you checked the time, you realized you’d be here almost twenty minutes ahead of everyone else. you’re usually right on time, or at least not the first through the door.

“hey, don’t think too much about it,” he murmurs as you stand in front of the door after ringing the bell, his hand settling at your lower back, warm against your bare skin. “just relax and try to have fun.”

right on cue, the door swings open, and there he is — the man of the hour.

“wooyoung, (name), didn’t expect you to come that early,” YUNHO says, greeting you both with that charming and welcoming smile.

“congratulations on the ten million, yu!” you say, handing him the small gift bag. “this is from me and woo, something small, but from the heart.”

“you shouldn’t have, your support was already enough,” he cuts in, taking it with a grin. “but thank you. now come in.” 

he lets you both inside, already talking about the milestone and how unexpected it was. he figured it was worth celebrating with the people closest to him. ten million subscribers on youtube, a diamond button, and a whole career built off a screen, and somehow still the same yunho you’ve always known.

you settle onto the couch, nodding along as you listen. beside you, wooyoung drops down without a second thought, legs spreading to take up more space than necessary, his arm draping over your shoulders, a little territorial. yunho moves around in front of you, back turned as he fixes up drinks, adjusting things here and there. then he reaches for the remote on the table. 

“let me just put something on while we wait for the others.”

you barely notice it at first, until you do. a faint vibration, subtle enough to miss if you weren’t already on edge. but then you feel it a little stronger now, your entire body goes still. next to you, wooyoung doesn’t move, but you catch the slight tension in him before he relaxes again. he knows something you don’t. 

yunho keeps clicking absentmindedly, frowning at the tv. “why isn’t this turning on?”

your fingers curl into the hem of your skirt, trying your very best to stay calm and not to move so much, because the tv isn’t the thing he turned on.

the realization hits wooyoung first. his gaze flicks to the remote in his friend's hand, then back to you. so that’s where it went, huh? a few days ago, you were at yunho’s again, along with san and mingi. hanging out and trying a new game while the youtuber showed off his new tv, whose remote looked almost identical to the other one for the vibrator.

because if that remote is in yunho’s hand, then that means — yes, the tv remote is at wooyoung’s place, tucked away somewhere after he probably took it by mistake. and he had been wondering why the toy wasn’t working, thought the batteries had died or that it needed charging. clearly, he hadn’t bothered to check. he told you he lost it to avoid nagging from you about breaking expensive things again.

wooyoung leans back into the couch, the initial surprise fading as amusement settles in. his hand squeezes your shoulder gently, almost reassuring, if it weren’t for the situation. you’re trembling slightly at first, your lips press together tightly, but a soft moan slips out. your hand flies to your mouth too late, and that’s what makes yunho turn, glancing at you with concern. 

“are you okay?” you’re not.

“y-yeah, i’m o-okay,” you manage to answer somehow, voice unsteady, but he’s already clicking the remote again, and it speeds up. your voice betrays you again, as wooyoung tilts his head, leaning in so only you can hear him. “sure about that, angel?”

you shoot him a look from the corner of your eye, but he only gives you that same cocky grin. 

yunho presses another button. the sensation spikes stronger this time, your eyes squeezing shut as you try to hold it in. it hits deeper now, the vibrations hit your core, your thighs press together, and you can feel how wet you are getting already.

“yunho,” your so-called ‘boyfriend’ says in that playful tone of his you grew up to despise, “maybe try the other button.”

your eyes snap open instantly. yunho hums, doing exactly that. you clamp your hand over your mouth when a little louder moan than before slips into the quiet room. he looks over again, brows pulling together, lips parting slightly.

“are you sure you’re okay?” he asks again, slower this time, but you nod too quickly.

“y-yeah, i–” another press and your answer turns into a breathy gasp, “ahh–”

yunho’s gaze flickers between the two of you. he turns it off, watching as your body relaxes, your shoulders dropping, then turns it on again, and you immediately jolt, squirming against the couch. oh, is that... he is curious now as he keeps pushing button after a button, and every instinct in your body is telling you to move, to stop this, maybe get up and grab that forsaken remote from his hand, only for wooyoung to hold you in place.

“shh, keep it down,” he murmurs near your ear. “wouldn’t want to make it obvious.”

“you–” you whisper, barely getting the word out, he watches the flutter of your eyelids, the minor tremors in your thighs. 

“should i stop?” yunho asks, and wooyoung answers before you can.

“hmm… i don’t think she wants you to.”

“i wan–” your hand flies back to your mouth once the vibrations hit you right at that spot.

“see? she’s not saying no.” wooyoung hums and your glare. why does he have to be so mean? give men a little power and watch them ruin beautiful things.

“tell me what you want,” the taller says, thumb hovering over the remote, attentive, but not stepping back. while the shorter is watching you struggle, enjoying every second. to be honest, he's always been a sadist, but when someone else is around, he just becomes absolutely insufferable. he never allowed anything like that, for someone else to interfere, not even permission is given to san.

“princess, if you don’t answer, he might just keep guessing.” and even through the tension and the overwhelming pressure building in your body, you still manage to be difficult.

“or,” you breathe out shakily, glaring up at your boyfriend, “you could both stop being annoying and figure it out yourselves.”

wooyoung blinks, then lets out a quiet laugh under his breath. “there she is, the brat in you has been hiding for so long now. i was wondering when it will come back.”

the first few minutes were a low setting here, a pulse there. you’d squirmed, biting your lip, trying to endure it and to show them that you, in fact, can handle it. then the vibration settled at a steady, mid-level grind. it’s enough to keep you perched on thin ice, pleasure coiling tight and hot in your belly but never releasing. you’re panting softly against your own palm, sweat dampening the back of your neck where wooyoung’s breath fans.

“look at her. she’s trying so hard to be quiet. she the prettiest angel, right yunho?”

yunho doesn’t answer immediately. he just turns the vibration off completely. the sudden absence creates crushing emptiness that feels worse than the stimulation. a whimper of pure loss breaks from your throat as your hips seek the pleasure that’s gone.

“oh, she doesn’t like that,” wooyoung coos, laughing softly. his hand slides down from your waist to splay possessively over your lower stomach, pressing down. “she wants it back, doesn’t she?”

“please,” you rasp, the word torn from you in a blissful whimper.

“please, what?” yunho becomes more precise and fully engaged, almost analytical. where did the sweet and kind golden boy disappear to? he stops asking, are you okay? and starts deciding what to do, probably influenced by the devil next to you. “use your words.”

“please… turn it back on.” you're so cute when you beg, that they just want to ruin you more.

“but you were getting too excited,” wooyoung chides, his fingers digging in slightly. “we can’t have you finishing without permission. that would be rude.”

yunho nods, as if considering this. he presses the button and it doesn’t return to the previous peaceful level. it comes back at the highest setting, followed by a violent, immediate buzz that feels less like pleasure and more like an electrical assault. you cry out, the sound strangled, your body seizing. it’s too much, an overwhelming flood that tips straight into overstimulation in a heartbeat when your vision whites out at the edges.

you’re screaming inside at the sensation, a relentless drilling into your pussy that offers no peace. your muscles are locked, shaking with the effort of containing it. you can feel the shameful slickness that has nothing to do with comfort and everything to do with helpless and brutalized arousal.

“so sensitive,” wooyoung bites your earlobe gently, holding you through, his embrace now less a restraint and more a comfort as you grip his forearm. “one little toy and you’re completely gone.”

yunho lets it run for what feels like an eternity. just when you think you might genuinely shatter into a million pieces under the onslaught, he drops it again. not to nothing, but back to that maddening and low speed. the drop is cruel as you sob. the makeup you spent so much time on is probably ruined, no matter how waterproof it is. slumping back against wooyoung, the low hum he lets feels like a taunt now, a reminder of what you can’t have.

“i think she’s learned her lesson,” he says, but his tone suggests the lesson is far from over. yunho walks over to the couch and crouches in front of you, the remote still in hand. he reaches out with his other hand, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they brush a tear from your cheek, you didn’t even know had fallen.

“you’re doing so well,” he says, his gaze holding yours, and you can’t even recognize him. “but you don’t get to come unless we say so, you understand?”

he doesn’t wait for an answer. he turns the remote over, shows you the tiny led light indicating it’s active, and the persistent, low-grade vibration continues. wooyoung kisses your cheek to keep you there with him, at least physically, as yunho rises, his shadow falling over you both.

you don’t know how long you have been denied an orgasm; you couldn't, there was no way, and you weren't allowed. those were their rules. it feels like you have been sitting on this couch forever without a second's rest. overwhelmed by the sensation coursing through your body, moaning softly, then whining as you trembled with need, turning to yunho with wide and pleading eyes, who is just observing you coldly like a predator.

“almost there, hm?” he whispers, his deep voice sending shivers and goosebumps on your half-naked body. considering the outfit you chose to wear, the cool air hits you like a tornado. the tension in the room thickens as you feel the pleasure and the denial, the toy pulsing against your every response to the pleas of your body. you are desperate, but the thrill of the chase is what they both seem to enjoy and bond over.

“too much? not enough? what is it, baby?” wooyoung mocks you with a playful question. you feel trapped between them, one holding you in place, the other controlling something you can’t. their voices overlap, layering over each other in a constant push and pull of teasing and coaxing, a taunting rhythm that makes it harder to think straight, let alone speak.

yunho, in all his life, never thought he’d enjoy something like this so much. you’re wooyoung’s — everyone wants you, but you only ever want one man. even so, a selfish thought slips in: he wishes he could take wooyoung’s place, be the one making you react like this and pushing your buttons, pulling you apart piece by piece.

lost in that thought, he doesn’t even realize how far he’s taken it, but the setting has shifted, turned it up to its limit. wooyoung’s sharp voice cuts through first, worried now, snapping him back. he blinks, startled, heart catching as he registers wooyoung’s tone over the sound of your broken breaths and desperate little sounds.

“yunho, turn it the fuck off, you psychopath.”

without hesitation, his thumb moves, dialing it down to something gentler. 

wooyoung is already there, hand threading into your hair, slowly soothing you, fingers combing through as his other hand brushes your cheek, soft despite the smirk still playing on his lips, enjoying this just as much as he’s pretending not to.

“it’s okay, breathe.” you’re still shaking slightly, but wooyoung glances at yunho with narrowed eyes, ones that could easily stop whatever is happening. “see what you did?”

“i didn’t think it would go that far,” yunho exhales, running a hand through his hair, and your man just laughs under his breath.

“sure you didn’t.” then, softer when he turns to speak to you, fingers continue to soothe through your locks, “i’m sorry, angel. but you see… even he can’t resist making a mess out of you.”

despite the toy being set on a lower intensity, you still feel it building, wooyoung does too with the way your legs press tighter together and your back arches slightly. he lets you, easing his hand out of your hair before sliding it beneath your skirt again, pressing the toy a little firmer, shifting it all around to give you what you’ve earned. with his other hand, he signals yunho with two fingers, silent but clear: give me the remote back. enough is enough, he wants you back with him now. 

“come on, baby. yeah… feels good now, no?” his voice softening into something almost sweet as your eyes fall shut. your breathing is uneven, but steadier now than it was minutes ago. yunho can only watch, while wooyoung handles you with care.

and then the sweet release crashes through you all at once. finally, after being denied for so long, your body trembles, a soft whimper escaping as overstimulation follows right after. you feel the slick warmth between your thighs and you don’t even care about making a mess on the couch. all you can think about is breathing again, your body going slack as you lean into wooyoung without thinking. 

that’s when the doorbell rings, snapping all three of you back to reality. for a second, yunho just stands there, the remote still in his hand, and your uneven breathing still echoing in his ears. this is not new — at least, not for you and wooyoung. things like this, blurred lines between private and almost public, have existed long before yunho ever got pulled into it. the rest of the group has no idea, and they’re not meant to; it’s not anyone else’s business.

even if wooyoung carries that careless, sharing is caring kind of attitude, it only goes so far. perfumes and scents, those things he’ll scoff at, roll his eyes over, let slide without much thought. you, though? you’re not something he shares lightly. and yunho can understand it now, because he just stepped into territory that was never his to begin with.

“take her to the bathroom,” he says, clearing his throat as he hands the remote back by turning it off, nodding toward the hallway. “i’ll handle it.”

wooyoung nods once, already shifting his focus entirely to you, guiding you up with a hand at your waist as yunho heads toward the door. and just like that, the scene resets. the rest of the guys arrive, the apartment is filled with laughs and loud music, everything looks normal again. but at some point, someone notices the couch. 

“uh… why is there a stain?”

wooyoung doesn’t even hesitate to answer, you in his lap. “sorry, i spilled some juice. don’t worry, it’ll dry.” yeah, juice… your juice.

the party starts all drinking and having fun to celebrate their friend. however, yunho isn’t thinking about the guests or about his achievement in the virtual and social world… he thinks of how much he can achieve by making you cum on his cock instead of the cushions earlier without the usage of some stupid toy. of course, only if wooyoung lets him… tho doubts he would mind, you are not officially together after all.

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so, hello this is my shortest smut fic yet, and i just wanted to experiment with the formatting and the storytelling ! please, keep in mind that this was my first time writing anything focused on the usage of toys and i know it may be bad and not perfect, since i'm not familiar with this type of nsfw content, but i hope you enjoyed <33

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

DJANGO

Choi San x fem reader x Jung Wooyoung (heavy hints at ot8)

a/n: nobody talk to me nobody touch me nobody look at me i'm loosing my mind over this comeback you don't even understand

"Ain't nobody mess with Django, call me Django." -ATEEZ

✫彡wordcount: 5.5k (sorry?!?)

(>ᴗ•) genre: smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarnings/content: violence and injuries, dystopian/lore universe, lots of cussing, angst, poly relationship, brief mention of drinking as coping, extreme pda LMAO, woo is a bit of a little shit in the first half, dry humping, making out(lots of it), also lots of pet names, multiple rounds, threesome, light choking&degrading, snowballing, oral, boobjob, dp, overstim, teasing, orgasm control, praise kink teehee, dom san/sub woo/switch-sub reader, m x m, unprotected( don't do that🗣️), NOT EDITED

taglist: @calicanbeevil @pansies-garden @kissezfornamjoon @wisejudgedragonhairdo

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

The van shook as another vehicle passed, making San groan as you fell down onto him.

"I'm sorry, Baby," you cooed softly, kissing the bruise on his collarbone that you had unintentionally fallen onto. The soaked rag that you cleaned him with was handed back to you from its fallen place on the shag carpet by Wooyoung with a soft laugh.

"You baby him too much, he's a big boy," he claps his hand onto his shoulder, making him groan again- glaring at the younger man, "right, Champ?"

"I'll beat your ass, Woo."

"Oh, I bet you will, you beat up that scrawny little guy too!" He cackles, clapping and leaning away as San swipes at him tiredly.

"He was faster than I expected!"

"You two knock it off," you sigh exasperatedly as you wipe the grime from his swollen pec, rolling your eyes at your boyfriends bickering. Being stuck in such a small space had taken a toll on the three of yours relationship- especially the two men. They were at each other throats more often than not-even it was playfully. "I'll blow our cover just to tell Hongjoong."

"You wouldn't..." Wooyoung eyes you suspiciously as you smirk. "You wouldn't!"

"I will if you two don't give me a second of peace." You cock your brow at him, tossing the rag into the pile that is your dirty laundry, silently cursing yourself for choosing to hide out with them instead of with Yunho and Jongho in their shop. They even had a cool talking bird.

You place a gentle kiss to Sans eye, a healing bruise almost faded under your lips. "Stop getting hit in the face, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'll politely tell my opponents that my girlfriend likes her boys pretty~" he rolls his eyes and whines as your body heat leaves his sore body.

"So what if I do, pretty boys happen to be my type!" You shrug and crawl off of the spent man, over to the other side and into Wooyoungs lap.

He smirks at his boyfriend cockily as you rest your head on his shoulder, "that's why she's cuddling me right n-ow!" His smirk turns to a pout as you flick his chest.

"Can you two manage a peace treaty while I get some shut eye? It's four hours drive to the next town and it's my turn to drive in the morning."

"Of course, Darling." They chime together, silently scowling at one another but keeping quiet as you close your eyes.

--

     "Wakey, wakey," you shake the buff man softly, safely parked in the back alley of the abandoned building. Wooyoung stood just outside of the open van doors, abs on display as he changed into a better looking shirt.

      "Yah, wake up!"

   You glare at him as he startles San awake, who holds you close protectively in his delirium, still scared of the run in you had experienced with HalaTeez months ago. No matter how much he swears to the lot of you that he doesn't feel guilty, the way his eyes sadden when he focuses on the scar over your left brow for too long gives it away. Hala-San, as you call him to real-Sans dismay, had tricked you all too well and after that... you couldn't look at the real, loving, caring San for weeks. You had to split off with Mingi and frequented a bar, drinking away any memory of Hala-Sans torment until Hongjoong found you and picked up the pieces when the bottle ran empty.

     "You dick," San rasps as he rubs your sides, his gentle touch a contrast to the way he gives his cackling boyfriend the stink eye.

    "Rise and shine, Sannie~" he teases, buttoning up his shirt and soothing his long hair down, "time to get your ass whopped again."

     "Oh, like you'd do any better! You'd be demolished!"

     You let out a sigh and slide out of the van, soothing your dress- which in reality is Jongho's shirt with a belt around your waist. "I'll be signing in." You speak shortly before wondering off, leaving them fighting more than ever over how they upset you.

    San insists it's all Wooyoungs fault for being such a whiny shit.

    Wooyoung is adamant that San is at fault for hogging all of your attention.

     They go back and forth for a while until a Strickland patrol vechile speeds by, spooking the both of them into the building.

     Wooyoung immediately wraps his arms around your waist as they find you bent over signing Sans pseudonym, DJANGO, into the fighting brackets. San is busy eyeing everyone around you, both in suspicion of Halateez and Strickland and simply to scope out his potential competition.

     "Entry fee is three k," the woman on the other side of the pop-up table looks as if she's ready to kick your trio out in a single breath when you don't provide the money, eyeing up Sans messy tank top and your days old makeup with distain.

    "That's it?" You pout, tutting your tongue as you turn away from the rude woman, sighing dramatically as you dig into Wooyoungs pockets, grabbing hold of multiple tightly rolled wads of money.

    Both of them smirk at your antics, so clearly eager to prove this stranger wrong about her preconceived notions about you and your lovers as you count the wads, dropping a few down before skipping past her with a wave.

      The crowded arena does nothing for Sans anxiety, his eyes scanning at a million miles an hour as he keeps a possessive hand on the small of your back. Wooyoung has similar feelings as he drapes his arm over your shoulders in a way that clearly shouts, 'don't touch' to anyone who looks your way. You feel much safer on the other hand, both of your boyfriends touching you at once for the first time in what feels like ages, both ready to toss themselves infront of danger if it presents itself.

You all squeeze your way to the front, right up to the edge of the ring, where a fight is already taking place, one of the men nearly teasing the other with the way he bounces around on his tip-toes, not letting the other get a single touch in.

"She said not many fighters showed up," you practically have to yell for the men to hear you, "Strickland cracking down again!" You explain loudly, rubbing Sans lower back in an attempt to comfort his nerves as he stretches his wrists. Wooyoung has split off to make bets with other players, making sure to stick out like a sore thumb with his flashy shirt. "Might have to find a new income soon if they don't back off!"

He sighs, rolling his head back and stretching his neck out, letting you admire the freckles on his skin that he knows you love.

As the quick moving fighter finally wears out his opponent, he gets sloppy, and he starts getting hits in. You slide behind San and hide your face in his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and stroking his stomach softly. "I hate that you have to do this!"

He holds his hands over your own and rubs his thumbs over your skin, watching the man who will clearly be his opponent wailing on the other man.

"Got nine grand riding on you tonight, Babe," Wooyoung slides back into the conversation, cupping the back of Sans neck.

Although they had their on and off moments, he would always be in tune to his emotions and try to calm him. And trying to keep the peace was even more worth it when you were around. Usually, they had Yeosang as a voice of reason but he was off with Seonghwa doing God-knows what in preparation for your next mission.

Being apart was straining and stressful for every last one of you. But groups larger than three were banned by Hongjoong after four of you had caught Halateez's attention a few months back. He didn't want to risk it again and he certainly didn't want to risk a group of nine most wanted outlaws being together. The combined reward for your captures was the largest amount of money you had ever read. You weren't sure how to even pronounce it.

It was almost an entire year of being in hiding.

You didn't know how much more you could take.

    "- DJANGO!!" The name catches your attention over the blaring speaker. How was he up so early? You peek around San and see the fast man catching his breath in the opposite corner. Blood being wiped up and a limp body being carried out.

     "We can always find a new way to get money," you scream to San as he rolls out his stiff shoulders, whining as Wooyoung pulls you away gently. "Seriously, Sannie!"

    "He'll be okay, Darling," Wooyoungs chaste kiss to your head does nothing to calm your raging nerves as San bends down and slides into the ring. You pull away in a hurry and hop up on the ledge, grabbing his top over the ropes.

      "Forgot something?" You lean your torso over and immediately take San into a heated kiss, his calloused hands cupping your face firmly and pulling you close. People all around whistle and call loudly, a blush creeping up Wooyoung neck as he watches your lips meld together.

It been almost a year on the run. Almost five months since any of the three of you have touched one another in an intimate, primal way.

He doesn't know how much longer he can take it. When you crawled into his lap earlier he nearly took you right there.

You always do something after a needy kiss that makes every single one of them feral.

You lick up Sans lips to his cheekbone and moan.

   People start nearly howling, and his opponent looks antsy.

"Fuck him up, Baby," you cup his chin in your hand as you block out the world around you for a moment and take one last good look at him before you know you'll go away during his fights. You can't bring yourself to watch no matter how long he's been fighting. But that doesn't mean you won't hype him up while you can.

      You slap his shoulder softly, making sure to make it look harder than it was in reality before giving his fist a gentle kiss.

     "Fuck him up," you repeated before hopping down.

--

The van door opening makes your head snap, setting away the headphones that play Yeosangs violin melody.

"Hey, how'd ev-"

San jumps on you before you can finish greeting them properly, kissing you deeply and feeling you up like it's the first time he's ever touched you. The clotted blood on his lip doesn't discourage either of you, the pain only stirs him on as Wooyoung climbs in and slams the doors shut behind him.

The dull thud of the duffel bag he drops makes you look over, San letting you breath and nipping at your neck and jaw instead. "Holy shit, Baby, you won?!"

"Fuck yeah, I did, Beautiful," he moans breathlessly, holding himself up above you to speak with a sultry purr, "let me spoil you." He looks over to Wooyoung lustfully. "Both. Let me spoil you both."

Wooyoung smiles at him. Genuinely. For the first time in weeks.

    If there's one thing that makes him weak it's being spoiled by his lovers. So when San lifts you up and settles you in his lap and climbs into the drivers seat, he doesn't complain: he simply dives into your lips like a man starved.

     And he is, lips suctioned onto yours so deeply and passionately that neither of you notice as the van lurches to life and begins speeding away. You fall to the floor ontop of him and hold him tightly. Like he's an illusion that will disappear like smoke if you let go.

     He body feels so right on yours. Clinged together on the shag floor. Melting together. The outside world and all of its problems fading away as his hands wander your body.

       How you've managed to keep your hands off one another for this long is a world's greatest mystery.

       "Fuck," he moans as you lap at his lips, his hands sliding up the edge of your dress and cupping the round of your ass. "Fuck, Princess, please," he whines.

       You can hear the smirk in the way San chuckles from the front seat, but it doesn't stop him from speeding up. He loves how whiney Wooyoung gets just as much as you do.

     You clumsily undo his bottoms and pull them down just enough to press your heat to his growing bulge. The thin layers of cloth separating you doesn't stop the feral groan that he lets out, holding your hips with a bruising force as he grinds up into you. If anything, the soft fabric pressing into your clit with each of his uncoordinated thrusts makes it feel more euphoric.

     "Oh, God~"

    The soft moans you let out have Wooyoung rock hard and San palming himself. "Ffffuck, Baby," you groan, hugging his neck tightly as his hips buck below you.

      Everyone got the 'Babyyy' treatment when they were good or needed a pick me up. The way it rolled off of your tongue was like a drug to them. Even more so when it's so deep and passionate. Even more so when their cock is pressing against you.

     Sans eager left turn has the both of you rolling on the floor, laughing as he apologizes loudly from the driver seat. "Sorry, continue!"

     "You heard the man," you laugh from below Wooyoung, "continue."

      And he does, burying his face in your neck and biting and licking and sucking as he rubs his bulge against you like it's the last human touch he'll ever experience. "M'cum," your moan has him rolling into you with a new purpose in life, nearly growling as he holds himself back from painting his underwear white, "shit, Youngie!" You wrap your legs around his waist tightly as you release, shivering and shaking with your jaw slack.

      He isn't far behind by even a second, his gut clenching as he turns his bottoms sticky with his own pleasure, panting into your ear as he continues to roll into you, drawing out your euphoria and making you mewl out, clawing at his scalp.

      In your bliss, you fail to notice that Sans parked outside of a double story motel and ran out with a wad of cash, clearly in a hurry.

Yours hands are wrapped in each others hair, breathing deeply with your foreheads pressed together, almost as it trying to meld your souls together with passion.

    The doors behind the both of you open and flood you in the neon light of the motel signs, and you peek around Wooyoungs frame as he falls over you protectively from what he thinks is prying eyes. "Sannie~" you call, making Wooyoung relax ontop of you.

       "You alive, Foxy?" San teases as he climbs in and crawls to you both.

     "Mhm," he moans into your jaw, "very alive." He gasps as San pulls him away from you by his neck, taking him in a feverish kiss as you watch on in awe. You can tell San his slipping his tongue into Wooyoungs mouth by the way he holds his jaw open, the way Wooyoung grinds his bulge back into you.

     "Youngie, Baby," you whine as he rolls his self into your swollen clit, but it only makes him go faster, his hands finding purchase on Sans waist. "Ah s-" You writhe below him, stopped when one of Sans hands comes and holds you in place by pressing on your stomach: all the while he never opens his eyes or pulls away from your boyfriend. "Fuck, please don't tease!"

He chuckles into his lips, gently stroking his neck. "C'mon, I got us a room for a few days."

Wooyoung begrudgingly slides out of the van, gathering your few bags and bouncing in anticipation as he fixes his pants to the best of his ability. San scoops you up to his chest and you cling to him like a koala bear, kissing all over his face as he carries you up the stairs and down the balcony hall.

Wooyoung drops the bags at the entrance of the room and immediately goes to investigate the single bedded room and bathroom before urging San in, latching the door shut behind him.

You're dropped to the bed and bounce with a soft laugh, opening your legs wide to fit Sans large frame as he slots himself between them. Wooyoung slides next to you and is immediately latched onto your neck as he unbuttons your dress.

"Ah fuck," you mewl out, cradling his head close as your head spins, San slipping off your panties and shimmying down. He holds your thighs apart as he licks a slow, deep stripe up your soaking heat, reveling in the way you moan for him. He wastes no time diving in and eating you out like it's his last meal. His tongue flicking and swiping against every inch it can reach. His nose pressed against your clit as his head bobs.

You're lost in the pleasure between your legs so much so that you don't notice that you and Wooyoung are both naked until he climbs onto your stomach, his hot member gliding between your breasts. Despite how long it's been, your body has its muscle memory from how often you two would do this.

You cup your breasts and push them together, encasing his length in the soft flesh as he grips the headboard roughly, the tip of his cock leaking on the base of your collar bones.

It's hard to appreciate just how beautiful he is while San is ravaging your cunt with his tongue, but you manage. Looking up with blown irises, he's so pretty. His long hair softly framing his face, bouncing with each of his rough, slow thrusts against your supple skin. His swollen lips parted with moans. Toned abs expanding and constricting as he heaves.

"Foxy," you whisper out, catching his eyes with a deep blush on both of your cheeks, "so pretty, Baby."

He curses loudly and reaches one hand down, cradling your face so gently in comparison to how he fucks your tits. "My woman."

The words make your eyes roll back, a wave of your arousal coating Sans tongue as you cum, gripping your breasts tightly and whimpering out as the sensations continue well past your peak.

      Wooyoung wills himself to hold back from cumming until he's told, and San holds himself back as he laps up your juices-grinding his hardness onto the bed slowly. Both of your moans are a magic melody to him, and he can't help but crave more. He pulls away and joins Wooyoung over top of you, wrapping his arms around the younger man and spooking him. He slides his hands up his naked torso teasingly slow, grinding on his backside.

"Shit, Babe," he groans, tossing his head back on his shoulder and simultaneously trying to bury his cock in your warm skin and grind back on San's bulge. "Fuck, I ne-"

"Cum, Youngie." The command from the both of you at the same time has him painting your collarbones and neck in a millisecond flat, jaw slack as San continues to stroke him even as his hips stop.

"Fuck, fuck, please, oh my God," he stirs back to life from his void of pleasure as you bend your neck and lick his sensitive tip. He tries to back away only to bump right into Sans girth on his bare backside. "Oh God~"

        "Need a breather, Sexy?" San coos as he slowly moves Wooyoung off of you, already knowing that he can't cum back to back. He needs at least five minutes at that's all San needs to get you ready for what's about to come.

        Wooyoung comes crawling back into you, lapping up his own seed with a quiet moan as San slides down your body and hooks your legs over his hips. "Ready, Darling?"

      "Yes, holy fuck am I ready, please give it to me," you babble on, only silenced as he inches into your sopping core. He's by far the girthiest man you've even been with. And the stretch always feels so delicious.

       Wooyoung takes advantage as your jaw falls open, leaning over you to drip all of his release into your mouth. The moans and whimpers of pleasure are unstoppable as you swallow all of it down eagerly, hands wrapped up in his hair and pulling him impossibly close. His body follows his head, almost snuggling you as he presses his body flush to your side, one leg hooked over your hips as he grinds his hardening member into your hip.

It's all so warm and welcoming, a familiar and comfortable feeling washing over you along with the overstimulation of your third orgasm building up as San thrusts into you with a steady slow pace. "Fuck," you moan into Wooyoung, "so big," you whimper as your cunt uncontrollably clenches around him. He swallows up all of your noises as he moves his lips against yours zealously, and sneaky hand rubbing the column of your breasts and up to your neck, simply resting: bouncing with each of Sans increasingly rough thrusts that bounce your body.

  "Take me so well," Sans praise has you leaking onto the blanket, panting like crazy and slapping at Wooyoungs shoulders as he bites at your lips hungrily, "pretty Angel, made just for us, hm?"

       "Mmhmph-" Your affirmative moan turns into a yelp as Wooyoung tightens his hand over your neck.

     Damn them. When they decided to be on the same team they were almost scary at how well the schemed without even speaking a single word. San held your hips in place and drilled into you. Wooyoung assaulting your ear with kisses and bites, squeezing your neck in time with Sans hips.

      "Pretty Angel looks like she wants your cum," Wooyoung teases as you swirl your hips in Sans hold, holding you down securely with his hand pressing your neck into the mattress as he looks down at where you're connected.

      "Mmh, she does," San groans loudly, hips snapping into you needily, "looks like a bitch in heat." His words make both of you moan out, your eyes rolling into your skull for a moment before he buries himself to the hilt and stops.

    "No, no, no, please! I wasn't going to cum, pleaseee, Sannie Baby~!" If there's one thing that gets San off, it's when his lover begs him for permission. When their with someone else- cum as much as you like. But with him? Grovel at his feet and beg him for a release only he can give you. "Fuuuck, shit, please, I need you, fuck me!"

Wooyoung watches you with gazed over eyes, holding you still as you attempt to writhe and get more stimulation. "She wants it's so bad, Babe~" He smirks as San, a look that makes his cock twitch inside of you, You muster up your best begging pout and let go of him, reaching for San's hands that are gripping your hips with a bruising force as he holds himself back until he's satisfied with your begging.

"I want you to make me cum, please, Django?"

    All of the breath is fucked out of your lungs as he pounds into you. Fast and hard and nearly animalistic in the way he buries himself in your sopping heat with a string of curses, his fingers interlacing with yours in a soft intimacy that makes your head fuzzy. You can barely moan, how good it is. But he knows. Wooyoung knows.

    As you finally come to your senses and scream out with your release, the whole district must know how well Django is fucking you.

He stops himself with a deep groan as your walls flutter and clench around him, squeezing your hands to ground your soul to your body as Wooyoung dips his head and laps at your hardened nipples. You squeeze his hands tightly, arched off of the bed in pure ecstasy as he fills you with his warm cum.

San slips his arms under your arched back and holds you close to his chest as he flips the two of you, a squeal of pleasure leaving you as he hits an all new angle. He holds you securely as he looks at Wooyoung, almost silently communicating.

He slips behind you, the feeling of his leaking tip prodding at your stretched hole has you gripping Sans shoulders tightly, rolling your hips back into him. "Oh, fuck, yes yes yes yes y-" Sans lips catch yours and silence you as he ravenously slips his tongue into your mouth and licks at your tongue, feeding on all of your moans as Wooyoung slides in with him.

"So good, my woman," his mind is gone, unaware of how your walls grow slicker with his praise as he slowly sheaths himself into you fully.

He nowhere near as thick as San, but dear lord that man has length to make up for it. The both of them together is making your stomach feel hot, the hair on the back of your neck standing up.

San pulls away panting, his lips swollen and wet with your saliva. "Beautiful Angel," you official feel lightheaded as he cradles your face oh so gently as he moves his hips. Wooyoung follows suit, holding your back and fucking into you ruthlessly, rubbing against Sans girth inside of you like it's his favorite thing to do in the universe and it's about to be ripped away.

All you can do is moan and gasp with them, a melody that your neighbors must be cursing as the headboard bangs into the thin walls.

Your chest is pressed into Sans roughly, faces barely an inch away as you all move together. His hands cupping your cheeks and keeping you upright as your body threatens to give out. "Sannie, please, n'cum," he can just make out your slurs over the panting and slapping of skin in the humid room, the smell of sex already soaking into the air.

His brain is nearly gone as he feels Wooyoungs length twitch against him along with your cunt squeezing mercilessly, only nodding at the both of you for permission as he himself lets his soul float away in a wave of pleasure, squeezing you to himself possessively as he cums inside of you. Wooyoung isn't a moment behind, the second he feels Sans warmth flood you, his is joining. And the feeling of both of them soaking your womb makes you lose yourself, dunked in pleasure.

Wooyoung falls ontop of you, sandwiching you between their body warmth. San reaches around and hugs his arms around both of you, heavy breaths lulling you to sleep.

"Holy shit." Is all that can be said.

--

    The next morning you decide to take advantage of the running water that San must have paid extra for, washing away the grime that stuck to you despite how many bird baths Wooyoung have you on the side of the road.

   San, despite you and Wooyoungs best begging, went off on his own to meet with Hongjoong after he got a call on the prepaid flip phone in the middle of the night.

    Wooyoung noticed you eyeing the bag of dirty laundry when you woke up and immediately offered to go wash them and grab some food for the both of you.

      You're so wrapped up in the welcoming feeling of the warm water pelting your body that you fail to notice the door opening, letting the steam rise to the ceiling of the motel room. You sung one of Jongho's songs sung softly, the sound echoing on the fiberglass and acrylic shower wall.

"Darling?"

You grab the knife you left on the edge and swipe the shower curtain back. "Jesus!" Both of you yell. Wooyoungs hands fly up in a defense position as you aim the knife at him for a moment.

You flip it in your hand and hand it over to him by the handle, visibly relaxing as you see it's only your sneaky boyfriend. "Perv~" You tease before sliding the curtain shut dramatically. You can hear him shuffling around, and the sound of his zipper confirms your suspicions.

     He steps over the tub edge and joins you, hugging you close from behind and kissing your neck gently. "Did you-"

     "Mhm, foods on the bed, Princess." You laugh softly before turning in his arms and hugging his neck loosely.

     "You're the best, you know?"

     "I sure do~"

     He reaches over you and grabs the travel size bottle of shampoo, cursing them silently because he will most definitely have to go get some more from the main desk before your stay is over. He lathers it up in his hands a bit before massaging your hair tenderly. "You miss them, don't you?"

     His question catches you off guard for a moment, wondering just what he means until you realize that he must have heard you singing the song Jongho wrote all those years ago on The Illusion.

     Those times were so much simpler. A group of pirates and the open sea. Beautiful blue water and all the time together that you could ever ask for.

    "Don't you?" The way your eyes glaze over is enough to tell him. You miss them just as much as he does. You wish this would end just as much as he does.

     "It hurts like hell."

     "I know, Baby."

     "I want to kill them."

     Hala-Teez, the Strickland officials? All of them. "Me too, Baby."

     He leans your head back carefully and rinses away the coconut scented soap from your hair gently. "I love you." You speak. Just  above a whisper. But he catches it even over the raining water.

  

     "I love you, Darling. This will all be over soon." He doesn't promise because he knows he can't. He doesn't know how long this situation will last. You could be on the run from Strickland and looking over your shoulders for Hala-Teez until your last breath.

      "Joong will figure something out." You don't promise. Because Hongjoong hasn't. He can't. He won't promise something that he doesn't know he cant follow through with. He could be trying to come up with a plan for decades.

      You stand in silence for a moment as you wash his hair gently before he speaks again, "don't cry, Love."

     "What?"

    When you look up, he's blurry. When did you start crying? How did this happen?

   He closes his eyes and hugs you close with his head under the stream of steaming water.

     After a small cry-session in the shower together, you and Wooyoung curled up in the bed and ate your takeout, watching one of the decade old dvd's on the laptop that Yeosang managed to get to you guys a few weeks ago.

The ban from being together for safety didn't stop small run ins with a familiar looking delivery man. Be it disguised as a food delivery man, a mailman, an exterminator- Yeosang always found a way to travel around the city and deliver small gifts from one member to another along with messages from Hongjoong when the phones were down.

A wave of laughter is cut off by a knock on the door. His hand immediately grabs a small hand gun on the nightstand as he stands, your own going to your knife that's sandwiched between the mattress and bed box as you slam the laptop closed.

      "Delivery!" The voice makes you relax.

    "Fucker," you huff as you jump over the bed and beat Wooyoung to the door and smile at the helmeted man. You can't see him, but you know who it is. "Goody~" You peek out into the halls and spot a few suspicious looking people, so you pretend to slip him some money before taking the box and take one last look as he walks away.

     "Open it," he urges impatiently, nearly knocking you over to get to the pizza box as you set it on the small table.

Ontop of your favorite pizza. A small piece of paper. Sans handwriting.

let's bounce

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[sangis-puppy]

Lost in Lace

pairing: best friend!Seonghwa x fem!reader

genre: smut (with cute bits in it, again), best friends to ???

word count: 6k (got a lil into this one lmao)

summary: When you get a new order of lingerie, who better to call in than the most fashionable person you know, your best friend, Seonghwa! You had been friends for so long that there wasn't anything you wouldn't do together, but perhaps you should've thought twice about the fact that you'd be dolled up in lace and modeling for a man who has always been very easy on the eyes. What could go wrong?

warnings: unprotected sex (pls wrap it up irl i beg), needy!reader (you want it oh so bad), dirty talk (Seonghwa loses it a little), Seonghwa calls reader petnames (doll and good girl), breeding/accidental creampie (dont do that!!! reader is cool with it though), p in v sex, marking (hickeys specifically), mating press, rough sex

author's note: Super excited to share this one because not only is it my first Seonghwa fic but it's the first installment of an ot8 series I'm starting called Friendly Favors! Each member will have their own part following the same premise, but each story will be unique to them. One down, 7 to go! I hope you enjoy this one!

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Seonghwa is one of the most fashionable people you know. Every single time you two made plans to step out on the town, he would show up in a look that belonged in Vogue or on a runway during Paris Fashion Week. He's helped you craft jaw-dropping, traffic-stopping outfits for first dates plenty of times, and even if the dates went to shit, at least you looked good enough to get some compliments (and sometimes even a phone number) on your way back to your car. So when your order of new lingerie sets arrived, of course the first thing you did was call Seonghwa to your place so he could help you decide which to keep and which to return.

Which brings you to the current moment; Seonghwa leaning against the headboard as he sits on your bed, and you rifling through your choices.

"Pick a color." You say distractedly as you pour the contents of your laundry hamper onto the sheets. Seonghwa chuckles to himself as he watches your hands move faster than your brain could process. Always an excited one you were. Cute. At least to him.

"Blue." He responds, crossing his legs.

You pull out the first blue article of clothing you find, a floral embroidery set. What pulled you to this set was the fact it came with a garter belt as well, and you enjoyed thigh highs perhaps a little too much.

"Close your eyes." You call over your shoulder as you start taking off your shirt.

You don't check to see if Seonghwa is actually doing it or not, you knew he would. Sure, he was going to see you basically naked in a few seconds but that didn't mean he needed to see everything laid bare. You could still cling to a small bit of your dignity knowing he hasn't seen your bits entirely bare.

After some final adjustments to make sure no strap was twisted and the belt wouldn't snag on your thong, you turn to the mirror and do a full 360 spin to look over yourself. The blue and white lace with gold accents complemented your skin nicely. Filling the space between the gorgeous embroidered patterns was see-through white lace that left little to the imagination. The design covered your nipples but parts of your areolas were clearly visible. Thankfully the see-through portion of the thong cut off before your pussy would show, only the upper mound area was peeking out from the lace, but it was still a lot to show and much too belatedly you start reconsidering whether you should show Seonghwa. He was your best friend without a doubt and he wouldn't make this weird, if you thought for even a second he would then you wouldn't have invited him over.

But this? Maybe it was too much to show him even as a best friend.

"You alright?"

Seonghwa's voice breaks your train of thought and you whip around to face him. His eyes were still closed as you expected they'd be.

"Oh! Yeah I, um..." You trail off, unsure of what to say anymore as you glance in the mirror one more time. You were welcomed with the sight of your very bare ass in the pretty lace thong you had on, "Not sure if this one is for me."

"I bet you look beautiful, you look pretty in everything you've ever worn."

For reasons you can't really put your finger on in this moment, that reply makes your face grow hot. You shake your head, trying to remove whatever weird feeling settled into your chest. It was just Hwa being Hwa, nothing else.

"Even that neon orange dress that reminded me of the Lorax." Seonghwa continues, a small smile on his lips as you burst into laughter like he hoped you would.

"Okay fuck you, I wanted to try something new." You cross your arms with a small pout and Seonghwa chuckles to himself as he turns his head in your direction but keeps his eyes shut.

"It was new! And truthfully it looked worse online than it did on you. You just look good in general. That's how I know you look great in whatever blue set you put on. Let me see you, please?"

His voice was so gentle, so sweet, gently coaxing you out of whatever mental pit you put yourself in. Seonghwa was always good at that, being the most reassuring person in your life who made you feel like you can conquer everything. Even this little moment where you're suddenly feeling slightly out of your comfort zone despite this lace being some of the softest fabric you've ever felt. You take a deep breath to steel yourself before responding in what you hope is a normal tone of voice.

"Okay. You can look."

Your best friend's eyes open, a trace of amusement still in them from his earlier comment, but then his eyes graze over your entire body - slowly, carefully, his gaze turns analytical. You were no stranger to Seonghwa's attention. He's given you many looks: adoring, annoyed, exhausted, amused, and anything else you can think of, but in your years of knowing him you've never seen this look before. There was something sharp in his gaze, not the type that would normally settle when he admired something beautiful. No, this sharpness pierced into you in a way that made you squirm, your skin growing warmer the longer he looked.

"Turn slowly." He commands with a weight in his tone that makes you listen before your brain can fully process what's happening.

You slowly twirl, showcasing the embroidery and the way it clings to your skin - accenting your figure in ways that made Hwa's head spin. Halfway through your turn, you use the mirror stationed right behind you to your advantage and sneak a peek at Seonghwa's face. The intensity in his eyes only seems to deepen as your back faces him, and the light warmth under your skin flares into a steady blaze that creeps down your neck to your stomach.

Did you...like him looking at you like this?

No, that can't be it. Seonghwa is a gorgeous man and sure maybe for the first month you knew him you harbored a small crush, but that was years ago and the crush died back then, right?

Right?

You finish the spin, facing Seonghwa again as you swallow thickly, waiting for him to speak. He shifts a bit on the bed, eyes locking onto yours before he nods.

"Keep. Black next."

He closes his eyes and leans his head back on your headboard as if this was normal. As if the energy in the room hadn't shifted in a way that made your stomach flip on itself. As if you couldn't feel your body reacting to his lowered tone in ways it really shouldn't. As if he wasn't effected at all.

Maybe he wasn't? Maybe you were making a mountain out of a mole hill and this was normal-

"I don't hear you moving, Y/N." Seonghwa teases, an eye cracking open to look at where you were still frozen, "I wanna see the others, come on."

Your limbs move of their own accord, picking through the options on the bed as you avoid his gaze like the plague. Not that you had to try hard, Seonghwa closed his eyes again once he was sure you were moving.

You take deep, quiet breaths - trying to steady your heart as you choose a black babydoll chemise and a black pair of hipster panties to go underneath it. You peel off the set you have on carefully, setting it aside before slipping on the chemise and panties. Somehow you feel even more exposed in this set than the previous one despite it technically covering your entire midriff. The lace flows down your body like a gentle caress, settling just below your mid-thigh. The panties covered most of your ass but your cheeks were still peeking out and another unique feature was very prevalent the more you moved in them but that wasn't something you wanted to think about right now. You already felt like you were on a hairline trigger and last thing you needed was to be set off. You chew your lip as you run your hands down your body, spinning to watch the flow of the chemise before it settles against your curves again.

Would Seonghwa like this one? One part of you hoped he did because you thought it looked nice on you. Another part of you, deep deep down hoped he liked it for reasons you refused to address in this moment.

Just two best friends, one modeling lingerie and the other choosing which to keep, nothing more nothing less.

"You can look." You internally flinch at how your voice cracks slightly, but your face stays neutral as Seonghwa again sets his sights on you. You notice he's now fiddling with one of your plushies as it rests on his lap.

For the second time you stand still as his eyes traces over your body, that fire relighting in your belly when he tilts his head ever so slightly as his eyes move down to your thighs.

"Spin." Seonghwa commands, eyes locking with yours with an intensity that makes your brain buffer.

He raises a brow when you don't move after a few seconds.

"I said spin, doll."

That nickname was one you always loved hearing from your best friend's lips, but right now? With that heaviness in his voice that made you want to sink to your knees and his eyes staring as if he could see just how he was affecting you, it was almost too much to bear.

You barely hold back whatever sound was about to squeak its way out of your throat as you start to spin in a circle. Just like before you watch Seonghwa in your mirror as your back faces him. His eyes trail down your back, to your ass, to your thighs, back to your ass. For just a few moments, thinking you can't see him, he lets the calm exterior melt and reveal his true thoughts of you modeling for him. You watch as your best friend catches his bottom lip between his teeth, his movements quick and subtle as his hips gently rut into your plush and he keeps his eyes on your cheeks peeking out of the panties.

As soon as you start facing him again, he's back to the Hwa you know and love albeit with darker eyes. Not a trace left behind of his lewd actions against your plushie, if it wasn't for the mirror you never would've known.

"Definitely keep. Let's do red next." He says calmly, taking one more look at your body before he averts his gaze to the other sets on your bed.

But you don't move. You stare at him, brain running a mile a minute. You know what you saw. He was just grinding against your plushie, getting off to your backside as if it was standard procedure not even 30 seconds ago and you're supposed to just change into another set as if your brain isn't actively melting? As if you aren't torn between lust taking over your entire being and climbing into Seonghwa's lap or continuing this game that's unknowingly started? As if you weren't starting to stain these panties with arousal? As if the energy in this room wasn't suffocating you with how potent it was, lust swirling around both of you and filling your lungs with desire you've never felt for anyone before, let alone this man sitting on your bed?

No. That's not what's about to happen here.

You're walking to Seonghwa's side before your logical mind can scream at you to stop. To not risk your years of wonderful friendship with this man over some urges you thought died years ago, but the warning bells in your head fall on deaf ears.

Seonghwa raises a brow as you stop next to him, wordlessly asking what you need and trying desperately not to look at your tits deliciously filling the cups of the chemise.

"Do you think this fabric is nice to the touch?" You ask sweetly, tilting your head slightly as you hold a part of the chemise out to him.

Your voice had dipped into a territory you know all too well, the tone you used when you were trying to hook someone into your bed for a night. A tone you've never once used on the man sitting in front of you.

Were you really going to do this?

Seonghwa licks his lips absentmindedly as he looks at your offering, contemplating something. You wish you could crack open his mind and see what he was thinking. Were his thoughts as clouded as yours? Clearly his dick was in it but was his head in it too? Would he also want to do this?

As he gently rubs the fabric between two of his fingers and the plushie in his lap falls off him just enough to show his cock straining against his sweatpants, you pray to any entity who may hear you that he will because your mouth waters at the thought of seeing what's underneath.

"It is." He nods as his eyes flit up to meet yours, the chemise still between his fingers.

"Do you like it?" You ask, inching a bit closer to him.

Whiplash doesn't even begin to cover what you feel. A few hours ago you would've laughed in the face of anyone who would suggest you want to sleep with Seonghwa, but now you find yourself craving it in ways that should make you take a moment to reassess the situation. Yet there was no time for that because Seonghwa was here now. You didn't need to understand why you wanted something to know you do want it.

Seonghwa watches you pull your bottom lip in-between your teeth, likely due to nerves. He could read your body like a book, seen this song and dance more times than he can count at various social gatherings once you've found someone to go home with, but never did he think he'd be the recipient of it.

Never did he think he'd loved it.

"I said keep it, didn't I?"

The silence that follows is thick, the lack of words easily substituted with the heaviness of what's happening between you two. His hand hovering close to your thighs, your heartbeat pounding in your ears, his darkened eyes laser focused on you, his jaw clenched. Not a single touch from him and yet your mind was starting to feel hazy, not entirely thinking through your actions. Your next words shock both of you.

"You're hard."

Your tone isn't accusatory, or disgusted. It was neutral, as if you were pointing out the weather instead of the state of arousal your best friend was in. Seonghwa can't help the chuckle that huffs out of his chest.

"Yeah."

"I didn't think you saw me like that." You admit, voice quieter than usual.

"I'm respectful, not blind, doll." Seonghwa replies, eyes trailing down your body heatedly.

Your thighs clench and his eyes catch the movement, you notice the knowing quirk of his lips before he schools his expression. You lick your lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry as the air continues to crackle with newfound tension. Seonghwa thought you were attractive. He was sitting here, holding your lingerie in his hand, his expression still sharp and intense as when you first came to stand next to him. And you?

You were into it. The feelings you swore died years ago bubbled right to the surface, loudly taunting you as you stood just inches away from Seonghwa's hard cock, but he makes no move. Despite the want in his gaze reading clearly, he just holds your chemise in his hand, other hand firmly planted against your bed. He was restraining himself, and that fact drove you even crazier.

Your body moves before your brain catches up, a knee settling next to his hip on the bed before you throw you other leg over him, straddling his hips and sitting back gently on him, his clothed cock pressed right against your drenched core. You watch your best friend's eyes widen almost comically, and in any other instance you would've probably laughed, but that was the furthest thing from your mind as you fight the urge to grind against the man below you.

"We should probably test the durability too, don't you think?" Your voice betrays your attempt to be casual, cracking slightly as you speak.

Seonghwa doesn't speak for a moment, instead he takes in the sight of you straddling his lap, pretty lace draped on your skin as you look at him with those sweet, sinful eyes of yours. Slowly he drops the lace and moves a hand to settle on your hip, goosebumps blooming where his fingers land.

"Are you sure?"

The gravity of the question doesn't go over your head, the unspoken parts are loud even if he left them off.

Are you sure you've thought this through? We can't turn back if we do this. This can change everything.

Knowing all of this doesn't stop you from leaning down toward the blonde haired man, lips hovering over his as you place a hand on his chest. Your pulse racing and your core throbbing, consequences be damned, you'll deal with it later. You needed him now.

"Fuck me, Seonghwa."

Three simple words and the tension finally snaps.

You're on your back faster than you can blink, lips and tongue tangling with Seonghwa‘s in a flurry of passion that leaves your heartbeat pounding in your ears. His hands are all over you, gripping your chest, pushing your chemise out of his way to rub your stomach and grip your waist. He grinds his hips into you hard but slow, emphasizing the drag of his sweatpants against your barely covered pussy in a tease that makes you whine against his mouth. You help him shrug the straps off your shoulders, pulling the lace down until your tits were completely exposed. Only when the need for air becomes desperate does he finally pull away to let you breathe, but he doesn't stop there. His kisses trail from your jaw to your earlobe, which he gently bites before moving down your neck to your chest. You watch him with lidded eyes, trying to make sense of the sight of Seonghwa kissing his way down your body but nothing could ground you as Seonghwa bites down on the swell of your breast. Your back arches toward his mouth as he sucks at the tender skin to soothe it, his other hand moving to circle the nipple of the tit his mouth wasn't currently on.

He teases you, thumb gently rolling it around then lightly tugging in time with his soothing sucks before biting down again, growling into your skin as your fingers thread into his hair and pull on the soft strands. Only when he was sure a mark would stay behind did he repeat the same on your other tit, his wild eyes staying on yours as he watches you shudder beneath him. He pulls off your skin with an audible pop, adjusting so he was more to your side and able to reach a hand between your legs. Despite you starting this, you still shy up when he spreads your legs, eyes still locked on yours while he exposes your wetness to the room.

"Keep those eyes on me, honey." He purrs, voice dropping into an octave you've never heard from him before.

Your thighs tremble under his feather light touch as he begins at your knee, slowly making his way toward your core. A small smirk tugs at his lips when you whine desperately, your eagerness starting to show through your hips jolting up toward him, wanting something - anything to touch your aching clit and give some form of relief.

"You're so responsive." Seonghwa hums, drawing a circle on your skin midway down your inner thigh before gently slapping it, making you jump slightly, "But patience."

You pout in response, close to throwing a fit but something in his stare kept you pinned to the bed, listening to him even with need pulsing through your veins.

"Good girl."

Your eyes almost roll back at that and Seonghwa notes it with a widening smirk.

"I'm learning a lot about you today." He muses, fingers continuing their way to your core, "I thought I knew you inside and out, but it seems you continue to surprise me. What else will you show me today?"

You don't give him a response. He isn't expecting one.

Seonghwa's fingers finally come into contact with lace and the smirk falls from his features, face becoming entirely unreadable. A panic starts to rise in your chest as his stormy eyes slowly turn away from you to look in-between your legs. In your cloudy mind you try to figure out what's gotten his mood to shift so fast, but then he presses his fingers into your panties and you feel it, a loud moan ripping from your mouth as his fingers press right into your clit.

Oh yeah. That.

The unique feature you entirely forgot about.

The fact that these panties were crotchless.

That melted out of your head long ago and now Seonghwa was looking at you with a hunger that makes you clench around nothing. He doesn't move for a few moments, his fingers still pressing against your clit and your desperate mind makes you rock your hips against his fingers, taking anything you can get out of him. Seonghwa swallows thickly, adams apple bobbing as he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. His eyes snap back to yours and your body freezes under his stare yet again, there was an almost...unhinged glint in his eyes that made you shudder. He pulls his hand away, taking his shirt off with one hand and tossing it behind him somewhere.

"I promise next time I will take you apart slowly piece by piece. I will devour you inside and out until you're a completely delirious mess." He begins, eyes moving to your exposed wetness as he licks his lips.

He shifts back to his spot between your legs and instinctively they try to close but he grips your knees firmly and keeps them spread wide open for him.

"I will figure out what makes you tick and break you beyond what you ever thought was possible, doll." He continues, leaning to hover over you again, his eyes moving to lock with yours once he was right in your face. His heavy breaths fan across your cheeks.

"But right now? I can't wait any longer. I need to be inside you. God, crotchless? You really thought to straddle me in panties that leave nothing between you and my cock?"

He grinds his hips against you again. A slow, hard, filthy drag that sends a spark up your spine when your clit connects with the fabric of his sweatpants.

"Hwa, please." You beg, your legs locking around his waist to meet his grinding.

Satisfaction thrums through his body hearing you plead for him in such a desperate, whiny way. He never once thought about how you sound when you break, but now it's all he wants to hear.

"You sound so sweet when you beg. Let me hear that again." Seonghwa encourages, a wicked smile pulling at his plump lips.

You aren't making it easy for him to get his sweatpants off but you don't care, unwilling to unlock your ankles from behind his back as he shimmies them and his boxers down enough to get his cock out. You could sob from joy when you feel a weight against your cunt that couldn't mistaken for anything else.

"Please."

Your voice was so soft, small, unlike you, but you can tell Seonghwa is thoroughly enjoying it when his cock twitches against you.

"Again." He commands, his hips rutting against you again as your back bows into him slightly.

What you wanted was so close, so close, to where you wanted it. You couldn't see it due to him being almost chest to chest with you but you could feel it. How thick it was, how wet you were making his shaft, his precum dripping on the brim on your panties, his now slick cock rubbing right against your needy clit, and it was filling you with a yearning so bad it made tears well up in your eyes. There's no shame left in you as you beg Seonghwa once more.

"Please, Seonghwa! Please, I need it so bad- need you so bad! Please fuck me-"

Your cry is cut short as you're rewarded with the feeling of a blunt head at your entrance and then Seonghwa bottoming out in one smooth, solid thrust. No resistance, your body accepted him like it was made for his cock and you moan in sync into each other's mouths. For a few beats, there's no movement. You both sit in the moment, as if the reality of the situation at hand has finally sunk in.

But neither of you care. Not with Seonghwa hitting you so deep and your walls fluttering around his cock, trying to pull him impossibly in further.

Seonghwa's lips find yours again before he pulls his hips back halfway and slams them into yours. You cry into his mouth and hear the softest exhale of a laugh leave him before he sets a harsh pace, slipping his tongue into your mouth. One of your hands returns to his hair, trying to keep your mind somewhat in the moment but with each thrust the only grip you manage to keep is the one on his hair and shoulder as Seonghwa sucks on your tongue. Your mind is gone, swimming in pleasure as he fucks you into the mattress and his hand moves to roll and tug on your nipple again. The stimulation melts you to the bone, your once tightly locked legs weakening into jelly, threatening to limply fall to the bed, but Seonghwa has other plans.

Before they can hit the sheets he catches your legs by the knee, pausing his strokes only to maneuver them onto his shoulders, a devilish grin on his face as he leans over and folds you in half - putting you in a mating press. Your eyes widen as you realize how he had you, how open you were for him, how much deeper he'd get with the new angle. The look in Seonghwa's eyes shows he is well aware of that, giving you a wink before he thrusts with a force that makes your bed creak alarmingly. The wail that leaves you is your loudest yet, for a moment you think of your neighbors who could very well be home but that thought is quickly fucked out of your mind when Seonghwa thrusts deep again, hitting that sweet spot that makes your legs tremble and jaw go slack.

"There it is. Right there, yeah?" He husks, one hand holding a leg in place while the other held onto your hip to keep you in place.

You didn't have to reply, he already knew, and he made it his mission to hit that same spot every time he fucked into your cunt slow, deep, and heavy - gravity aiding him in fucking you harder than you've ever been. You thought he was deep before, but this? This was an impossible depth, one your mind couldn't wrap around, not that you could think of anything in this moment. The only thing you could register was the rhythmic pounding of your best friend's cock as he pushes you closer to an orgasm that was winding your body up tighter than it ever has before.

Words, a warning sound, anything. You tried to get something out of you to let Seonghwa know how close you were getting but nothing was coming out except nonsensical whimpers and wails as you sink your nails into his chest. Your eyes start rolling back into your head as your chest heaves with your quick breathing but Seonghwa stalls his hips. Your eyes come back forward and you look at him, ready to complain when your breath catches in your throat. For the first time you really take in how he looks: body covered in a light sheen of sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, lips slightly puffy, eyes blown wide and swirling with carnality, veins in his neck protruding, chest heaving with the effort of him fucking you into oblivion.

"No, no, doll. Look at me." He brushes your cheek with a tenderness that is a stark contrast to how he throbs inside you. "I want you to remember this. I want you to remember exactly how I looked when you touch yourself later, wishing I was there to fuck you open like I am now."

You've never heard such filth come out his pretty mouth but the way you flutter around his cock is more than enough proof that you loved it. You shrink back into yourself a bit as Seonghwa leans in closer, his eyes scanning your face as the hand holding your leg moves to cup your cheek. His thumb slowly runs over your bottom lip and you part them naturally, not needing a prompt to let him slip his thumb into your mouth and rest on your tongue. No prompt was needed for you to start sucking on his thumb either, still maintaining eye contact as your tongue runs along the pad of his finger.

“You’re gonna drive me insane.” Seonghwa groans through gritted teeth, cock twitching at the attention your mouth was giving his thumb.

Part of him wants to put your mouth to better use, but the part that wins is his deep need to see you fall apart around him. He fucks you faster and harder than before wanting to push you over as soon as possible. His thumb isn’t deep enough to trigger a gag reflex but you find spit pooling in your mouth and dripping down your chin as you jaw falls open to let out more moans.

Seonghwa’s insistent pounding at your g-spot, eyes trained on your mouth, sweat dripping down his temple pushes you back to the edge very quickly. It's a struggle to keep your eyes on him like he ordered you to, but you try your best, even as that coil in your stomach twists dangerously and you tighten like a vice around Seonghwa's pulsing length. Sensing your impending orgasm, Seonghwa bends you further somehow, his torso pushing your legs further into your chest as his lips meet your ear.

"That's it. Cum for me, doll. Fall apart on my cock like a good girl. You can do that for me, right?"

The words register as praise but the tone he uses, guttural with the tiniest hint of degradation, strikes a chord in you that has tumbling over the edge. Your vision goes white as you cry out his name, body tense and trembling in Seonghwa's grasp but he doesn't stop fucking you through your orgasm. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to, his hips moving of their own volition, seeking the warmth and tightness of your cunt as soon as he slips out of it enough to leave just his tip in. It was addicting, you were addicting, and with your walls spasming around him like that his delirious mind doesn't think twice before he follows suit and cums as well.

Deep inside of you, hips flush against yours, balls smacking your ass harshly one last time, he paints your insides white with a broken moan and the hand in your mouth moves to grip the pillow beside your head. The sensation of being filled makes you whimper, turning your face into his sweaty neck at the filthy feeling that you loved. In a bubble of your own, Seonghwa entirely curled over you, breathing heavily into your shoulder, you both lay in silence.

Seonghwa moves first, letting your legs fall to the side as he leans back to sit on his heels. Even when he's wrecked, he somehow looks like a God. It's unfair really. He carefully pulls out of you, watching as his cum flows out of your hole. The emptiness felt wrong, you wanted him back inside of you. The realization that that was your immediate thought makes you cover your face.

"Sorry about the..." Seonghwa trails off, eyes still heatedly watching his cum flowing out of you, "It sort of snuck up on me...I meant to pull out."

Your hands slowly slide down from your face and Seonghwa is already looking at you, tips of his ears red with embarrassment.

"It's cool. I'm on birth control and I...like that anyway."

This time your face is the one to heat up as Seonghwa blinks in shock.

"Don't say that to me, I'll end up flipping you over and doing it all over again." He groans as he drags himself off the bed.

You watch him leave the room, to get a towel you can only assume, and take a moment to look at yourself in your mirror across the room. Two hickeys blooming on your chest, tits out, hair messy, a lot of cum pooling under your ass - and you start laughing. A small giggle that becomes your shoulders shaking as you cackle.

Seonghwa comes back in with a towel, confusion on his face as he approaches the side of the bed and begins cleaning you up.

"What's so funny?" He asks, a corner of his lips quirking slightly from seeing you so joyful.

"This whole situation is, I just can't...believe we did that. That was..." You trail off, not sure how to finish that sentence.

"Crazy? Insane? Really good? I'm taking reviews actually." Seonghwa speaks up, smiling as you playfully push him away.

He continues cleaning you up as you reply.

"I'd give it a solid 9.5 out of 10. Great mouth, great cock, almost broke me in half. Would recommend."

Seonghwa rolls his eyes with amusement, setting the towel aside before he sits next to you.

"Would recommend, alright. Would you do it again?"

The question hangs in the air as you stare at your best friend. One of your absolute favorite people. The one who was there for your hangovers, your life achievements, your lowest moments, your great days, and your worst. A lot had happened today, and you were sure you had a lot to think about more thoroughly, but right now in this moment the answer was-

"Yes."

No hesitance, no uncertainty, the honest truth. Seonghwa smiles warmly at you and your heart annoyingly thumps harder as he leans in closer to you.

You stare into his brown eyes, no longer clouded with lust or hunger, just soft, warm, adoration - a fondness that wasn't new but felt different now. His gaze lowers to your lips before going back to your eyes and you find yourself leaning in to meet him halfway. His lips meet yours in a soft, chaste kiss. Almost like he was testing the waters despite cumming inside of you 5 minutes ago. When you pull away from each other, the smile that breaks out on your face is involuntary. You liked his kisses, that's something you knew for sure. You open your mouth to tell him as much when Seonghwa starts speaking first.

"The lingerie works well, by the way."

"You're so annoying." You deadpan and Seonghwa laughs heartily, falling to lay back on the bed next to you.

Yeah, you could definitely get used to this.

[yeorisanaxox]

sending bf!atz money (maknae line)

— their reaction to you sending them money

crack and heartwarming fluff

a/n: part 2!!! I need to be charging my laptop in the meantime 😭

written by yeorisanaxox. No reposting or translations. Leave a like and reblog w [feedback is much appreciated]

[yeorisanaxox]

sending bf!atz money (hyung line)

—their reaction to you sending them money

Crack & heartwarming fluff

a/n: had to split these into two parts bc my laptop is currently dead for me to post them altogether 😅 but I hope you still enjoy 😁

written by yeorisanaxox. No reposting or translations. Leave a like and reblog w [feedback is much appreciated]

[sannie-young]

⊹₊⟡⋆Nightmares OT8

Ateez fake texts

Pairing: bf!ateez x reader (separate)

Warnings: nightmars/sleep paralysis, language, comfort and anxiety

About: You have a nightmare and you need your boyfriend

Note: Requested! 🥰 @threepointstogryffindor

SKZ Version

Masterlist

⊹₊⟡⋆Hongjoong

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Seonghwa

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Yunho

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Yeosang

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆San

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Mingi

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Wooyoung

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Jongho

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

Taglist:

@lizal1cious @pineapple-burgah @karlee10261990 @galaxygurlll @landsharkfandomtrash @myen2rude @morgangrice18 @dina-10s-blog @ninamarie1994 @hanadulsetaad @dinkiplier @kpopishgirlie @bbokarismeow @little-mix-fan-forever @xxitsalliebearxx

[sannie-young]

⊹₊⟡⋆Obsessed OT8

Ateez fake texts-Maknae Line

Pairing: bf!ot8 x reader (separate)

Warnings: language, suggestive/sexual MDNI

About: Your bf is obsessed with you

Hyung Line

SKZ Version

Masterlist

⊹₊⟡⋆San

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Mingi

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Wooyoung

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Jongho

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

Taglist:

@lizal1cious @pineapple-burgah @karlee10261990 @galaxygurlll @landsharkfandomtrash @myen2rude @morgangrice18 @dina-10s-blog @ninamarie1994 @hanadulsetaad @dinkiplier @kpopishgirlie @bbokarismeow @little-mix-fan-forever @xxitsalliebearxx

[sannie-young]

⊹₊⟡⋆Obsessed OT8

Ateez fake texts-Hyung Line

Pairing: bf!ot8 x reader (separate)

Warnings: language, suggestive/sexual MDNI

About: Your boyfriend is obsessed with you

Maknae Line

SKZ Version

Masterlist

⊹₊⟡⋆Hongjoong

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Seonghwa

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Yunho

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Yeosang

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

Taglist:

@lizal1cious @pineapple-burgah @karlee10261990 @galaxygurlll @landsharkfandomtrash @myen2rude @morgangrice18 @dina-10s-blog @ninamarie1994 @hanadulsetaad @dinkiplier @kpopishgirlie @bbokarismeow @little-mix-fan-forever @xxitsalliebearxx

[bro-atz]

rooftop cooldown

in which: it's too hot outside, but your boyfriend is horny as fuck and needs to get it out.

pair: wooyoung/afab!reader

word count: 2k

content: sex, public sex, pool sex, unprotected sex, completely consensual

rating: R — nsfw | mdni

summer boys series: wooyoung | san | jongho

“It’s so hot!” you complained at the top of your lungs.

You flung your head back and whined as you weakly fanned yourself with your hand. It was a really fucking hot day, and of course, your AC unit had to break. Your boyfriend suggested you two go to the pool since there was a rooftop pool at the bougie-ass gym near your apartment, and while you thought that was a great idea at first, you regretted it immediately. A rooftop pool was a terrible idea because you were that much closer to the sun.

“Babe, the pool water is cold, and you’re lying down in the shade— how can you still be complaining?” Wooyoung asked as he swam past your lounge chair.

“Wooyoung, my love, it’s fucking hot. I’ll be complaining all the live-long day,” you grumbled. “Also, you do realize that we have the entire rooftop pool to ourselves because it’s so fucking hot that no one wants to go outside?!”

“Even better! We don’t have to share the space!”

Wooyoung grinned at you and continued swimming. You huffed and laid back in the shade. You fanned yourself as much as you could with your hand before getting exhausted. You groaned in frustration once more before flinging your head back into the lounge chair. You looked to your side to see that even your iced tea was sweating to death— actually, the tea was long gone at that point. It was just a cup of ice that was melting rapidly.

“Wooyoung, look!” you caught your boyfriend’s attention and pointed to the cup of ice on the table next to you. “Even the cup is sweating.”

Wooyoung swam up and got out of the pool. He grabbed the towel he had resting on the chair next to you and started patting himself down as he looked at the ice.

“Babe, why don’t you just press the cup against you? Won’t that cool you down?” Wooyoung reasoned.

You opened your mouth to respond, but you truly had no response— it was so hot that your brain was barely functioning. Wooyoung smiled at your expression, his eyes turning into crescents. He sat down on the edge of your chair and grabbed the cup. He pressed it against your neck to cool you down, and it worked well; so well, in fact, that you thought your skin was extinguishing and sizzling because of how fucking hot you were.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Wooyoung whispered.

You looked at him in confusion— why was he whispering? You nodded your head to get him to keep talking, but he remained silent. He fished one of the more intact ice cubs out of the cup and popped it into his mouth. Next thing you knew, Wooyoung was pressing his lips against yours. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, the ice cube rolling onto your tongue. You for sure thought you were going to choke on the ice cube, but Wooyoung was supporting the back of your head with his hand, keeping you upright and steady so that the ice didn’t slip down your throat.

The ice cube melted within seconds, but Wooyoung didn’t let that stop him from kissing you to the point where he was practically eating you alive. He popped another ice cube into his mouth, and your tongues played keep away with ice until it melted. He was about to go for another one when you pushed the cup of ice away, your hands cupping his face and resting on his shoulder. You didn’t give a fuck about the ice at that point; you just wanted to keep kissing your boyfriend.

You pushed the cup away, but Wooyoung still grabbed a cube. You were about to get huffy and frustrated with him, but you didn’t have to once you felt what he did with it. Your spine tingled when he pulled the strap of your bathing suit down to reveal your breast before immediately rubbing the ice cube in circles on your nipple.

“Holy shit,” you gasped as the ice cube melted, leaving Wooyoung’s fingers to tease your nipples. “Oh my God, Wooyoung…”

“You like that baby?” Wooyoung asked breathlessly as he pressed his forehead against yours. “You want more?”

Wooyoung reached for the cup again, but you grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“Enough of the fucking ice cubes. I want you to fuck me,” you breathed out, your words nearly turning into a whine.

“Oh?” Wooyoung chuckled. “Isn’t it too hot for that, babe?”

“Shut up,” you actually whined that time. “I need you, baby.”

“Where?”

You looked around. There was no way you were going to be able to fuck in the lounge chairs because there were cameras nearby. You thought about the locker rooms when Wooyoung interrupted your thoughts with an insane one of his own.

“We can do it in the pool…”

“Oh my— Wooyoung, you’re fucking insane!”

“Come on! It’ll be fun!”

Fun?!

Before you could continue the argument, Wooyoung got a good grasp on your arm and pulled you into the pool before jumping in himself. You sputtered and pushed your hair out of your face when you surfaced, anger and fear taking control of your brain. You watched Wooyoung surface and shake his own hair out before pushing it back. He looked incredibly sexy and even more so because you were watching his side profile. The way he tilted his head back, making his neck and jawline look irresistible, made you swallow the pool of saliva collecting in your mouth nervously.

After that, it was definitely lust running your brain.

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around your waist and led you to one of the corners of the pool— a definite blind spot from cameras and anyone who entered if they were to. As soon as you got there, Wooyoung's lips crashed into yours, his hands grabbing your waist desperately. You breathlessly made out with him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. You clung to him as he did most of the work. He slipped his hands under your bathing suit, his hands briefly straying towards your breasts before he decided he had no patience for foreplay. He ran his fingers down between your legs and rubbed your folds with two fingers before pushing the suit aside.

Your back was pinned against the ledge as Wooyoung moved your leg up and around your waist. He pulled his cock out of his swim shorts and rubbed the length along your cunt, sparks shooting through your nerves. He stopped kissing you to look at your face— you looked desperate as hell with your half lidded eyes and your slightly parted lips, and it excited Wooyoung further. He chuckled at your expression before tilting his head down so he could try to peer through the water at his cock and your entrance.

"This might hurt, babe, so brace yourself," Wooyoung said lightly.

You didn't think it would because water should be a natural lubricant, right? Well, he was right; it did hurt, but not as much as you thought it would. You clung a little closer to him as he pushed his cock all the way inside, the movement of the water stimulating you a little further. You gasped and held onto the back of Wooyoung's neck when you felt him suddenly thrust, your nails leaving little indents in his tattoo.

Wooyoung was trying desperately to hold back his own grunts as he fucked you haphazardly. Every time he moved, the water around you swayed, making everything he did more sensuous; and because you were so weightless in the water, Wooyoung was able to easily move you the way he wanted. He lifted you up slightly, making you wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him completely. You were clinging to him, but you were trembling uncontrollably because not only did it feel so damn good, but you were also terrified of falling into the water and swallowing a great deal of pool water.

"Babe, look at me," Wooyoung said breathlessly as he tilted his head up.

Your eyes met his, and all of your worries vanished within seconds. You cupped his face and kissed him softly, slowly, sensually. You felt like you were on cloud nine with the way he was kissing you and holding your ass and moving your body up and down on his cock like a weightless fairy, and it only got better when Wooyoung's tongue slipped into your mouth again. You sighed blissfully in between kisses, Wooyoung's own breath hitching every so often when he bottomed out.

To be honest, you were a little disappointed when your feet touched the bottom of the pool when Wooyoung set you down and pulled out, but that disappointment disappeared within seconds when he turned you around and pressed your chest up against the wall. He slipped his cock back inside you before reaching around and pushing his hands under your bathing suit to cup your breasts. You couldn't help but let out a moan when you felt his fingers pinch and twist your nipples, making him laugh a little.

You were clinging to the edge of the pool as he fucked you from behind. He did rut slowly at first, but the second he felt your cunt clench around his cock, he moved rapidly. The flow of the water was definitely slowing him down from his usual pace, but that didn't change how fucking amazing it felt to be railed by your boyfriend.

It was when Wooyoung bucked his hips upwards did he graze your G-spot, and he continued to fuck you at that angle, making him hit your G-spot repeatedly. You let out a soft crying moan as he continued to fuck you even past your peak pleasure. Your brain was so far gone that you couldn't even ask him to slow down, so he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, your walls fluttering then clenching as you let the pleasure wash over you.

"Fuck— Babe, you got so tight!" Wooyoung couldn't help but hiss when he felt you squeeze his cock.

"D-Don't pull out, baby," you stuttered. "Cum inside— Ah!"

The second you told him to, Wooyoung rammed his waist into yours. His hands were still cupping your breasts, so he squeezed them hard as he came, a long groan leaving him as he did so. He kept his cock buried inside you for a while while he rested his chin on your shoulder. You could hear him sigh with content as he let go of your breasts and wrapped his arms around your waist to hug you closely.

"You still feeling hot, babe?" Wooyoung whispered.

"No, not really," you responded after thinking about it for a second.

You could hear Wooyoung hum happily in response. You bit back a moan when you felt him finally pull out. Wooyoung barely got to adjust your swimsuit before you turned in his arms and held the back of his neck. He kissed you softly before leaning away slightly to gaze at your face.

"I have a question for you."

"What is it?"

"You never ask me to cum inside, so why'd you say to now?" Wooyoung asked before quickly adding, "Not that I'm complaining or anything."

"I didn't want to risk having your cum float around," you murmured.

"...Does cum really do that?"

"Sometimes it does..."

"How do you know that?" Wooyoung asked teasingly, but you could see in his eyes that he was a little worried.

"I saw a reel about it," you admitted coyly, making him laugh loudly.

"Well... We should probably get washed up, then. I'll help you."

"...You want to have shower sex, don't you?"

"No, I want to make sure you don't get a yeast infection," Wooyoung responded as he hopped out of the pool. He held his hand out for you to grab, and on your way out of the pool, he whispered, "But shower sex doesn't sound so bad either."