— i go by sora (call me anything you’d like tho!! ^^)
— bi , she/her
— always feel free to request or message me!! i’m always down to chat :D
— will write : just about anything lol ! i mainly write for ateez but can do other groups by request if i know enough about them !! :3 ( skz, txt, enha, nct, etc.)
— will NOT write : dark content ( non con/rape, odd fluid play, gore/heavy gore, anything along the lines of that is a no)
warnings: unprotected sex , fingering, SIZE KINK, praise kink if you squint, rough sex, yunho is a tiny bit mean, BUT there’s sweet aftercare :3 , cumming inside, y/n cried a bit, i think that’s all!!! No proofread
synopsis: yunho woke up and couldn’t help but notice how small you were next to him. he just couldn’t stop himself.
note: AFTER BEING GONE FOR ALMOST 2 MONTHS, IM FINALLY BACK!! i swear i had more requests than this but they’re gone 😔 anywho i hope you all enjoyed this!! reblogs and interactions appreciated! :3
you normally woke up early in the mornings, but today you felt a warm weight on top of you. you blinked open your eyes slowly, realizing yunho was nestled against you in bed. his strong arms were wrapped tightly around your small frame, one hand resting possessively on your waist. he seemed deep in sleep, his face relaxed and peaceful beside yours.
his eyes fluttered open suddenly, his gaze sharp as he took in your delicate features. his eyes flicked downwards, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "look at you..." he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "look how tiny you are next to me."
before you could respond, he reached out to brush his thumb over your chest, toying with the thin fabric of your sleep shirt. he let out a low groan, his fingers trailing lower until he grasped the hem of your shirt.
"such a little thing..." he murmured against your ear, his voice low and dangerous. "i bet i could break you in half..."
his grip on you tightened, holding you down as he pulled your shirt upwards, exposing your sensitive skin to his hungry gaze. he pinned you beneath him, eyes burning into yours with an intensity that made you squirm.
he released your shirt, letting it fall back down to cover you just barely. he leaned back slightly, his hands moving down your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. his jaw clenched as he stared at you hungrily.
"you're so...small..." he bit out through gritted teeth, his muscles coiled like steel cables beneath his broad frame. "so small and delicate..."
he grabbed your legs, spreading them wide apart without ceremony, revealing everything to him. he stared at your most private place, his dark eyes devouring every inch. a rumble sounded low in his chest, primal and possessive.
"i can't…" he growled, trailing a solitary finger along your inner thigh. "i have to..."
he surged forward, capturing your wrists and pinning them above your head, immobilizing you completely beneath him. his free hand found its way between your legs, his thick finger teasing your sensitive bud.
you squirmed beneath him, surprised by his sudden boldness. "Y-Yunho..." you stammered, trembling under his grip. He silenced you with a rough kiss, biting down on your lower lip hard enough to make your eyes water.
"shh..." he whispered against your lips, his voice low and commanding. "you're going to stay quiet, understand?" his fingers pushed inside you without warning, stretching you in the most intimate way. "god, you're so...tight..." he breathed out again, sounding utterly consumed by desire.
his thumb continued its relentless circling, his thick digit pushing deeper inside you. your legs shook beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensation. "please..." you whispered, not knowing what else to say.
his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching even tighter. "please what?" he demanded, his voice dipping lower. "what do you want, sweetheart?"
without waiting for your response, he withdrew his hand suddenly, grinning wickedly. he ripped your sleep shorts off entirely, leaving you completely exposed to him. "so cute like this..." he grinned devilishly. "so small and helpless."
he spread your legs wider again, positioning himself between them. his hands found your hips once more, ready to claim you. "gonna fill you up so good…" he muttered, his breath hot against your ear.
he slammed into you, no warning, no gentleness. just raw, primal need. you cried out, your back arching off the bed as he filled you completely. he groaned deeply, his fingers digging crescents into your hips as he began to move. hard, powerful strokes that left you gasping.
"that's it, take it," he growled. "take every inch." his pace quickened, almost brutal, as if he couldn't get deep enough inside you. your small body rocked beneath his, completely at his mercy. "mine," he snarled possessively. "all mine."
tears pricked your eyes as he pounded into you relentlessly, almost painfully deep. he didn't seem to notice or care about your discomfort, intent only on his own release.
"shhhh..." he repeated, pushing harder, his lips seeking out yours again. this time more forcefully, claiming your mouth like he was claiming every other part of you.
your legs burned from the strain, overpowered by his massive size. you tried to wriggle away but he held you down firmly, refusing to let you escape. "be good for me," he rasped, voice rough like sandpaper. "take it.."
the pain turned to a searing pleasure-pressure that threatened to overwhelm you. hot tears trailed down your cheeks as your body shuddered beneath him. your muffled cries of discomfort blended with the lewd sounds of his body slamming against yours.
"shh, you like that don't you?" he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe. his fingers found your clit again, rubbing it roughly in time with his deep thrusts. the dual sensations pushed you closer to the edge, your hips bucking uncontrollably.
"you're close already?" he purred, his voice tinged with dark satisfaction at your undoing.
you nodded desperately, barely aware of what you were doing as your senses heightened, every nerve ending igniting under his merciless attentions. he sensed your impending release and doubled down, driving into you harder, faster.
"you're going to break, darling..." he murmured, his jaw tense as he watched you come completely undone. "gonna break my tiny little thing..."
the words pushed you past your limits, your back arching violently off the mattress as you cracked apart beneath him, waves of pure white-hot sensation crashing through every fiber of your being. your tiny frame spasming and clenching around him.
he let out a ragged growl, his body shuddering against you as he felt you tighten even more around him. "good girl..." he praised through gritted teeth, voice hoarse. "such a good girl when you're falling apart like this..."
he held still for a moment, buried deep inside you, panting heavily against your cheek. then he started again, more deliberate now, still possessive but also tenderer. his hands softened slightly on your waist, thumbs gently brushing over your sensitive waistline. "mine," he whispered again, softer now. "always mine."
once he'd ridden out his own release, he gently pulled you close, wrapping you securely in his arms. he placed soft kisses on your flushed skin, whispering sweet nothings as he ran his fingers through your hair. "are you okay?" he asked, his expression tender now, the dominant facade melting away.
he held you protectively as you both caught your breaths, your limbs entwined in the quiet aftermath. gently, he stroked your back and pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead. a hand traced delicate patterns on your hip, an apology hidden beneath the affectionate touch.
hi guys i didn’t forget about you all i promise 😔😔 just been very busy with work and studying and what not. gonna try to post a fic or some links or something tonight! send in some requests <3
HAIII EVERYONE !! :3 i miss u all sm 💔 i’m sorry i haven’t posted these last couple of days but ive just been busy with school and work, and on top of that taking care of my grandparents bc they’re ill :( i also have been feeling kinda down lately, not sure why but i just haven’t been the happiest and kinda been slacking off on a lot of things. 😓
on the brighter side, i have this weekend off so ill most likely have time to write some new things and finish the rest of my requests!! (have about 8 left) and also tysm for all the interactions and love on my last few fics, it makes me so happy to see that people are enjoying it !!
if i have some free time ill try to write something before this weekend , but no promises!! thank u all for under and i love u guys <<333
warnings: unprotected sex (don’t), kinda noncon?? (y/n is sleeping but enjoys it and goes along w it,) somnophilia, cumming inside, fingering, i think that’s it! no proofread
synopsis: seonghwa had been achingly hard all day just by the thought of y/n. when he got home and saw y/n sleeping so peacefully , he couldn’t resist…
note: this was a request!! gosh the way i wish seonghwa would wake me up by fucking me… I MEANNNN!!!! anyways, i had fun writing this! i hope everyone enjoys! reblogs and interactions appreciated! <3
you'd been driving seonghwa crazy all day, occupying his every thought as he tried to focus on work. every few hours, he'd slip into the bathroom, unzipping his pants to adjust himself or even take a few hasty strokes to try and ease the ache. nothing seemed to work, though - his desire for you only grew stronger with each passing minute.
when he finally got home, he headed straight for the living room, expecting to pull you into his arms and have his way with you right then and there. but what he saw stopped him in his tracks: you, curled up so sweetly under his fuzzy blanket on the couch, fast asleep. the sight made his already-throbbing length twitch hard against his boxers. god, you looked so adorable like that...
without hesitation, he crept over to you, his eyes raking hungrily over your peaceful form. he couldn't wait any longer. gently, he lifted the blanket, exposing your body to his eager gaze. his breath caught at the sight of you, so vulnerable and trusting in slumber. perfect.
he knelt down beside the couch, fingers trembling with anticipation as he carefully began unbuckling his belt. he knew this was wrong, invading your privacy like this...but he just couldn't bring himself to wake you gently first. his mind was consumed with primal desire.
once free, his hardened length sprung out, already leaking with need. he grasped himself firmly, stroking up and down as he gazed at every inch of you. your soft breaths against the pillow, the gentle rise and fall of your chest...it was intoxicating.
he shuffled closer, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead before positioning himself between your legs. the heat radiating from your body urged him on as he rubbed the swollen tip against your clothed entrance. he bit his lip, trying to quiet the whimpers that threatened to escape. god, he needed this.
ignoring any last shreds of guilt, he slipped two fingers beneath your panties, feeling your warmth and slickness that told him everything he needed to know. with a low groan, he pushed them inside you, curving them to stroke that sweet spot within as he continued rubbing against your covered depths.
your body betrayed your unconscious state, hips bucking slightly against his touching. seonghwa fought back a grin, his movements growing more urgent. he slipped another finger into his mouth, coating it with his saliva before slowly pushing it into you alongside the others. once you took them all easily, he withdrew his fingers and brought them to his nose, inhaling your scent with a shudder.
with a final look of apology - as if you could sense his actions - he guided himself to your slick opening and thrust home with one rough push, burying himself fully inside you. your lack of awareness allowed him to set a relentless pace, chasing his own pleasure without restraint.
your body jolted slightly beneath him as he pounded away, the hazy edges of consciousness starting to pull you back from your slumber. your drowsy mind struggled to process the overwhelming sensations - fullness, friction, the warmth of his weight pinning you down.
seonghwa, oblivious to your stirrings, leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning over your neck as he continued his punishing rhythm. one strong hand gripped your hip bruisingly tight, while the other traced patterns on your stomach.
the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the quiet room, mingling with the soft whimpering noises escaping his lips. he was close now, the familiar tension coiling low in his belly. just a little more...
your eyes fluttered, blinking away the last remnants of sleep. a confused grogginess enveloped you as you slowly realized what was happening. beneath you, seonghwa didn't seem to notice yet. his gaze was fixed on his movements, watching where he disappeared inside you again and again.
your mind began to clear just enough for you to feel the pleasure building along with the sensation of him deep within, though you still felt too dazed to fully comprehend or respond. a hand came up to weakly push against his chest, as if trying to make sense of this unexpected interlude.
seonghwa finally noticed your hand pushing against him, but instead of stopping - he grabbed it firmly, intertwining your fingers together. he leaned closer, his hot mouth finding your ear as his breathing grew heavier.
"shhh, let me..." he murmured against your lobe before nibbling on it lightly. his hips surged forward, driving himself deeper inside you, angling to strike that sweet spot over and over.
the constant friction was sending shivers through your being, your cries muffled against the cushions. seonghwa's jaw clenched, his face twisted in intense concentration, his self-control hanging by a thread.
your body betrayed you further, your hips moving with his rhythm despite your groggy state. the pleasure was undeniable now, washing over you in waves. you felt the coiled tension in your core begin to snap like a rubber band pulled taut. tears pricked your eyes as sensation overwhelmed your senses, your body arching beneath him as if searching for release.
seonghwa sensed your response, his voice dropping to a husky timbre. "you're close aren't you, darling?" he purred, his hand leaving yours to rub circles around your clit, pushing you closer still.
"st-stop…” you manage to gasp out weakly, face flushing crimson with heat. the stimulation is too much, your mind reeling as you struggle to process everything that's happening. seonghwa, seeing you fall apart so beautifully beneath him, feels his control slipping.
"no, you look so gorgeous like this..." he growls, his gaze raking hungrily over your features. his movements become more erratic, chasing his own end now.
"gonna fill you up, make you take it all..." he promises, the promise in his voice sending another shock through you. he's right on the edge.
tears spill down your cheeks as your body tightens around him, the unfamiliar intimacy and intensity too overwhelming. at the sight, seonghwa lets out a ragged groan, unable to hold back any longer. with one final powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, finding his own shattering release as he begins to spill himself.
waves of pure ecstasy crash through you both, prolonging the intensity of the moment. seonghwa continues to ride out his climax, shuddering above you as he pours every last drop within your depths.
he collapses forward, catching himself slightly so he doesn't crush you completely. his hot panting breaths fan over your neck, body going lax on top of yours. a hand gently strokes your hair as he murmurs apologies against your ear.
"baby, I...I'm sorry," he whispers, though the remnants of blissful satisfaction linger on his lips. he seems to have snapped out of his haze now, acutely aware of what he did without your technical consent.
you feel seonghwa tense up as if anticipating your anger. but then, to his surprise, you spoke up - your voice soft yet truthful.
"it...it felt good..." you confess, cheeks burning red hot. seonghwa pulls back slightly, eyes searching your face for any signs of genuine sentiment behind the words.
a slow smile spreads across his features when he sees you weren't upset. he dips down, kissing you tenderly on the lips. "you liked that?" he asks quietly, tracing a finger down your side.
"next time, I'll make sure you're awake. watching you, hearing you...it's intoxicating." he promises, his eyes darkened with renewed desire.
What would soft love making with yeosang be like? 🥹
𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰/ 𝐲𝐞𝐨
— ᡣ𐭩
genre: smut but kinda fluffy :3 MDNI!!!
pairing: yeosang x you
warnings: unprotected sex (don’t,) cumming inside, that’s rlly it
note: this so so cute to write i love yeoyeo :( tysm for requesting anon, i hope yall liked this! <3 reblogs and interactions appreciated :3
• yeosang had been looking forward to this moment for the whole week, his work being stressful and heavy, and he wanted nothing more to be with you.
• he’d set the room with gentle music, warm lights, candles & soft sheets, prepared specifically for you
• you would exchange tender kisses, hands roaming each others bodies. his hands would rotate between resting on your waist and moving down to gently yet firmly grab your ass
• he’d begin to slowly yet passionately undress you, trailing more kisses down to whatever new skin becomes available.
• yeosang would explore your exposed body with his hands and mouth, coming down to leave hickeys near your breasts and suck gently on your nipples
• laying you back, he’d be careful, repeatedly making sure you’re comfortable as he set you in a missionary position.
• yeosang would enter you slowly, eyes fluttering shut and head tilting back as he let out a soft groan, telling you how good you feel
• you could feel every inch of him once he was buried to the hilt, moving your hips slowly in encouragement once you were adjusted
• yeosang would let out the sweetest sounds like soft gasps and groans
• you switch positions, laying yeosang on his back so you could ride him
• he’d place his hands on your hips, gentle yet firm, guiding your movements, gazes locked
• as his climax approached quickly, his groans would turn into quiet, needy whimpers
• he’d hold back until you were close too, then finally his warm cum would spurt inside of you, triggering your own impending release, shudder in each others arms
• still connected intimately, he’d hold you close as you both came down from your high, whispering sweet nothings into your ear
• post-coital cuddling is a must. he’d lay there, holding your head tucked underneath his chest, occasionally kissing the top of your head
• he’d reluctantly pull out of you, only to go to the bathroom and prepare a nice and warm bath for the both of you
•you would both relax in the bath, carefully washing each other and basking in the afterglow of your soft love making.
warnings: brat tamer!yunho, unprotected sex (don’t), cumming inside, fingering, orgasm control, orgasm denial, tiny bit of dacryphilia, yunho is kinda harsh but there is a little bit of sweet aftercare :3, i think that’s it! no proofread
synopsis: after you had been teasing and tempting yunho all day throughout practice and while he was gaming, he finally snapped, giving you a rough fucking to put you in your place.
note: 1 more request done, 8 more to go 🫠 i enjoyed writing this one tho! pretty happy with how it came out! ^^ hope everyone likes it! reblogs and interactions appreciated <3
your hands felt clammy as you pushed open the front door after dance practice. you'd spent hours moving in sync with one another, your body glistening with sweat under the studio lights. next to you, yunho stood there, his eyes hungrily devouring every inch of you in your tight fitted clothes.
he didn't say a word, just watched as you both made your way inside. yunho headed straight for the living room, plopping down on the couch and picking up his game controller like nothing had happened.
you sauntered over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, feeling his gaze burn into your back. you knew you were driving him wild, and you relished in it.
after downing half the bottle in one go, you joined him on the couch, sitting close enough to feel the heat radiating off his muscular frame. his fingers flew over the buttons on the controller, focused on his game... or at least, that's what he wanted you to think.
you couldn't resist leaning into him, feeling his strong arm wrap around you as you did so. you nestled your head under his chin, the rapid beat of his heart against your cheek sending a thrill through you. you teased lightly, running a finger down his chest, knowing just how to get under his skin.
"is your game more interesting than me?" you asked in a playfully innocent tone, knowing full well it was pushing his buttons.
his grip on you tightened, but still he didn't look away from the screen. he set his jaw, eyes narrowed as he tried to ignore you.
"like watching pixels better than seeing how pretty you look all red and flustered?" you taunted, your fingers tracing circles on his thigh.
that did it. in one swift motion, he turned off the console and tossed the controller aside before he pinned you down into the cushions of the couch. his breath fanned hot against your neck as he held you there, face twisted into a mix of desire and frustration.
"brat," he growled, voice low and dangerous.
you arched under him, feeling the weight of his body pinning you down. it sent shivers down your spine. you gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes. "i'm just teasing," you purred, your words barely audible.
"say it again."
his grip on your wrists tightened as he leaned closer, his hot breath against your lips sending tingles through you. "You're being a brat."
your heart pounded wildly in your chest at his words. finally, he was giving you the attention you craved.
"what are you gonna do about it?" you shot back boldly, unable to resist pushing further.
with that, his free hand shot up and yanked your shirt over your head, buttons popping off in his haste. he didn't seem to care - the fire in his eyes only burned hotter.
he didn't waste time removing the rest of your clothes, tearing them off you roughly as he claimed your mouth in a brutal kiss. his tongue pushed past your lips, dominating you completely. you gasped against his mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity of his passion.
his large hands roamed your newly exposed skin possessively, leaving red marks that would surely bloom into beautiful bruises later. the pain mingled exquisitely with the pleasure building within you.
"mine," he grumbled possessively, his fingers finding your sensitive bud and rubbing circles that bordered on too much but felt so good.
he pulled back from your lip-swollen mouth, his own lips twisted into a wicked grin. his hands left your body briefly only to rip your last piece of clothing away. you whimpered at the sensation, your body trembling.
in one swift motion, he spread your legs wide, settling between them as his hot gaze raked over every inch of your exposed form. his fingers trailed down your inner thighs, sending electric sparks through you.
"This what you wanted?" he bit out, his own breathing heavy and ragged now. without waiting for a response, his thick digit pushed into your slick heat, causing you to cry out at the sudden intrusion. he pumped slowly but deliberately, watching your reactions.
his rough treatment heightened every sensation, every nerve ending singing under his merciless touch. you knew he wasn't playing nice anymore.
your back arched off the couch as you felt him add another finger, stretching you wider, preparing you for what was to come. tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, but it only served to drive you further into ecstasy.
"please..." you managed to choke out, the sensation overwhelming.
he chuckled darkly at your plea. his fingers curled inside you in that spot that made your vision spark. "please what? ask nicely."
your bottom lip trembled as you tried again, your pride fighting against the needy words bubbling up. "p-please Yunho..."
at your words, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you feeling empty and aching. you let out a frustrated whine, body shuddering as you craved release.
instead, you felt something larger and hot against your entrance. he held you firmly by the thighs, teasing you with just the tip. "you've been so good taking my fingers. now, you'll take the rest of me."
with a single powerful thrust he buried himself deep inside you, stretching you beyond anything you'd experienced before. your scream echoed through the room, a mix of pain and rapturous sensation.
he didn't pause, immediately setting a brutal pace, angling to strike that sweet spot again and again. tears streamed down your face, lips parted in a wordless cry.
"there it is, so pretty when you cry for me," he purred, voice hoarse with exertion and satisfaction at your tears. he gripped your hips harder, driving into you relentlessly.
the overwhelming sensation was too much, your body overwhelmed by each punishing snap of his hips. every fiber of your being focused on the intense fullness, the friction igniting white-hot flames of pleasure-pain.
your nails raked down his back leaving angry red trails, a primal sound ripping from your chest. still he didn't soften, seemingly driven wild by your reactions.
"yes, that's right. take all of me," he grunted, his words punctuating each jarring thrust. he reached down to rub your soaked, sensitive clit, determined to push you beyond your limits.
your vision blurred with the intensity, the buildup of sensation threatening to topple you over the edge against your will. your body arched and spasmed beneath him, right on the precipice.
“don't you dare cum yet."
his command hung in the air like a threat, his movements becoming even more brutal as he fought back your release. your muscles quaked, your body betraying you with each pounding impact.
he leaned in close, his hot mouth finding the tender skin where your neck met your shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a dark mark. the mingled sting and dominance of his bite sent fresh waves of sensation crashing through you.
he shifted angle again, striking deep inside, the new sensation sending new tears spilling forth. you claw at his broad back, the pleasure-agony exquisite agony.
"you're close aren't you?" he growled low, voice dripping with promise and control.
you were unraveling under his relentless onslaught, your words spilling out in a desperate plea.
"yunho...please...i can't..." the strain of denial was exquisite torture.
he chuckled darkly, his fingers digging harshly into your hips. "can't what?" he taunted, his rhythm becoming almost cruel now. "Say it."
the building pressure inside you was a searing ache, your body tightening around him defiantly despite his demand. every nerve ending screamed for release.
your pleas turned to incoherent whimpers as you felt your resolve crumbling. you felt the hot coil deep within your core ready to snap.
"please, please, please..." you chanted like a mantra, surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensations. your back bowed dramatically off the couch as wave after wave threatened to crest.
"go on then," he goaded, voice thick with desire, "let it go. let me feel it."
as he spoke, he surged forward one last time, the friction unbearable. your body shattered, shuddering violently beneath him as the waves finally broke over you. stars burst behind your eyes, the intensity stealing your breath away.
your release pulsed hot and wet around him, sending him over the edge soon after. he followed you down, chasing his own climax with a few more urgent thrusts before burying himself to the hilt, spilling everything deep inside.
he collapsed atop you, both of you panting hard, bodies slick with sheen of sweat. his weight felt comforting now, anchoring you back to reality after pushing you to such intense heights. arms wrapped around you tenderly despite the roughness that preceded it.
gently, he lifted your face to meet his for a deep, slow kiss - a stark contrast to the fervor just moments ago. as he pulled back, his eyes were soft yet smoldering.
as you came down from your high, you felt his hands gently caressing your flushed skin, soothing the marks he'd left on you. he trailed light kisses down your neck and shoulder, murmuring sweet nothings that made your heart swell.
"you did so well...are you alright?" his voice held true concern mingled with satisfaction. he lifted himself up just enough to look you fully in the eyes, cradling your face.
you nodded, breathless, still sensitive and overwhelmed. his thumb tenderly wiped away your tears, his gaze searching yours. he seemed to see beyond the physical connection they just shared, into your very soul.
in that moment, despite the roughness, despite him pushing you past your limits, you felt a deep intimacy and trust between you. it was more than just bodies joining, it was the truest form of vulnerability, laid bare without apology or shield. you knew this was where you were meant to be - with him, like this. his slow, warm smile said he knew it too as he lowered himself once more, enveloping you fully in his embrace, the aftershocks still coursing through you both.
OMGGGF what about brat tamer yunho !! Maybe y/n teases him non stop during dance practice or maybe when he’s gaming and at first he tries his best to ignore but eventually he gets irritated and fed up and he just lets loose and he and y/n has rough sex 🤭
(And If you’re comfortable with it can you also add a bit of dacryphilia? Only if you want to 🫣)
ABSOLUTELY 100 TIMES YES. oh gosh i’m so down bad for gamer yunho 😫 i can’t wait to write this, literally gonna start it right now… OH ALSO AND YEA I CAN ADD SOME DACRYPHILIA, i’ve been meaning to add it into a few fics but i always forget! 😭
warnings: secret sex??, unprotected sex(don’t), cumming inside, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), slight overstimulation, i think that’s it! no proofread
synopsis: you and your brother's best friend wooyoung give in to long-repressed desires when left alone together. a passionate encounter ensues, leaving you both looking thoroughly fucked out when your brother returns home, his knowing gaze hinting that maybe he's onto you two.
note: this was based off a request except i accidentally wrote it as y/n’s brothers best friend instead of y/n being wooyoung’s best friend’s sister…. IM SO SORRY 😭😭 i actually enjoyed writing this and im pretty happy with how it turned out! hope yall like it too :) reblogs and interactions appreciated :3
you'd always thought of wooyoung as off limits. after all, he was your brother's best friend. you'd grown up with him practically living in your house, and despite the constant underlying tension between you two, you'd never let yourself imagine crossing that line. until one fateful night when your brother went out and left you two alone.
you were lounging on the couch, flipping through channels, when wooyoung emerged from the kitchen with a bottle of soju in hand. he plopped down beside you, a little too close for comfort, and you felt your heart skip a beat as his thigh pressed against yours.
"hey," he said, his voice low and smooth. "your brother's gonna be gone for a while."
you nodded, trying to play it cool, but your eyes were drawn to the way his muscles flexed under his shirt as he poured himself a drink. suddenly, the air in the room seemed thick and heavy, and you couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at you.
without thinking, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a spark of electricity. it was like all the pent-up tension between you finally burst free, and before you knew it, you were tangled together, hands roaming and breaths coming fast.
wooyoung broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "we shouldn't," he murmured, even as his fingers slipped under your shirt.
"we won't tell," you breathed back, already pushing him down onto the couch beneath you.
he didn't need any more encouragement. in seconds, he'd shed his shirt, revealing the sculpted chest you'd always admired from afar. you trailed kisses down his neck, feeling his body respond to your touch as your hands explored every inch of his skin.
when you reached for the button on his jeans, he caught your wrist, his grip firm but gentle. "are you sure?" he asked, searching your face.
you nodded, beyond the point of no return. with a growl, he yanked his pants off, freeing himself. you gasped at the sight, your heart racing with anticipation.
he flipped you onto your back, his weight settling between your legs as he gazed down at you. "i've wanted this for so long," he whispered, his voice husky with need.
then he was inside you, filling you up, and all thoughts of "shouldn't” vanished from your mind. the feeling was overwhelming, electrifying. you arched your back, hands gripping the cushions beneath you as you moved against him in perfect sync.
wooyoung began to set a rhythm, deep and intense, sending shivers through your entire being. one hand found your hip, holding you firmly, while the other reached up to tweak and tease your sensitive bud. his thumb circling the slick heat made your head spin.
your nails raked down his back, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable crescendo. "w-wooyoung..." you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.
he silenced you with another searing kiss, his breath hot against your ear as he pushed you both closer, closer... until finally, you shattered, waves of pure ecstasy crashing over you.
the sound of your cry only seemed to drive wooyoung further, his own release imminent. his face contorted as he chased his own peak, his hips bucking harder against you.
"together..." he groaned, and you felt his fingers join yours, the two of you entwined in this clandestine moment.
with one final thrust, he spilled inside you, the featurable warmth flooding deep. he collapsed atop you, both of you panting hard, bodies slick with sheen of sweat.
for a moment, you lay there, hearts pounding in rhythm, the intimacy of what just transpired hanging heavy yet sweet in the air.
wooyoung gazed down at the evidence of your union glistening on his fingers. his eyes locked onto yours, a wicked grin playing on his lips. slowly, deliberately, he pushed two fingers back inside you, causing you to gasp again.
the feeling of him working them inside you, gathering up his release, sent another thrill through you. he leaned in close, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive core as he began to lick and lap up every last drop of what he'd put there.
it was an exquisite torture, his tongue tracing the lines of you, pushing deeper with his fingers to coax out every last shudder. the sensations building anew, even more intense than before.
"i'll make sure you feel good...all night long," he murmured against you, his words a promise. he continued his attentions, finding that perfect rhythm with his mouth and fingers that had you see-sawing between pleasure and overload.
as the hazy warmth enveloped you, you found yourself losing yourself completely in the intense pleasure he was relentlessly giving you. his hands roamed your thighs, spreading them wider to grant him better access. your fingers twined in his silky locks, urging him onward.
the tip of his tongue circled your swollen bud with unhurried precision, sending electric jolts straight to your core. you felt another climax building rapidly, the coil within you tightening with agonizing sweetness.
—
after what felt like an eternity lost in ecstasy, wooyoung finally eased back, leaving you a boneless, trembling mess on the couch. he kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on him before standing up to grab some tissues to clean yourselves up.
as you both hastily rearranged your clothes, the sound of the front door opening made your hearts skip a beat in unison. your brother's voice echoed through the entryway, calling out a tired hello.
wooyoung shot you a quick, lopsided grin, looking adorably rumpled. he ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame the tousled locks. but it was no use - the signs of your tryst were etched plainly on both your faces.
your cheeks flushed an incriminating pink, you turned to face your brother as he ambled into the living room. wooyoung slung an arm casually around your shoulders, affecting a relaxed air that fooled no one. "hey man, what's up?" he said easily.
your brother blinked at the two of you, his gaze lingering on your flushed complexions, the disheveled state of your clothes. For a moment, there was a beat of silence. Then his eyebrows shot up knowingly. "Uh...did I interrupt something?"
HIHIHI IM THE ONE WHO REQUESTED THE MINGI SPIT FIC AND OH MY GOD????? I DONT KNOW I WAS EXPECTING SOMETHING GOOD BUT IT WENT WAY BEYOND THAT UGH IT WAS SO YUMMY THANK UUUU <33
AHHHH IM GLAD U LIKED IT!!! 😭😭 tbh i wasn’t sure how/what to write so i just kinda typed that out and hoped it was good enough 🙂↕️ anywho im happy u liked it and tysm again for requesting!! :D
Hey!! I’ve seen you’re writing over time and really like it! I was wondering could you do a Jung Wooyoung smut fic with reader being his best friends sister?
YESSSSS i’ve been waiting for somebody to request wooyoung!! ill probably have it done by tonight since i already have so many ideas on how to write it in my head!!!
once it’s done i’ll link it here!
ok so i finished but i wrote it totally wrong :( i accidentally wrote wooyoung as y/n’s brother’s friend instead of y/n as wooyoung’s friend’s sister ☹️ im so sorry, i hope u still like it 😭🤍
warnings: names (love, darling, good girl once..) unprotected sex(don’t), oral sex (m&f receiving), fingering, TONS OF SPIT PLAY, spit kink, cumming inside, i think that’s all!! no proofread
synopsis: confessing to mingi that you have a spit kink led to him spitting on and all over you during your passionate encounter.
note: this was a request!! not sure how i feel about how it turned out, but hope everyone enjoys :) sorry if it’s not the best 😓reblogs and interactions appreciated! <3
you wake up one Saturday morning, the sun casting a warm glow across your shared bedroom. mingi's arm is slung over your waist as he sleeps soundly beside you. you feel his steady breathing against your neck, a comforting presence after the passionate night you two just shared.
your fingers idly trail down his strong back, a content smile playing on your lips as you relish the closeness. he stirs a bit, mumbling something in his sleep, and you can't help but giggle quietly.
mingi begins to wake, blinking his eyes open and squinting at the sunlight spilling onto the bed. when he sees you gazing at him, his face softens into a smile. "morning, love," he murmurs, leaning in for a tender kiss.
the kiss quickly grows more intense, hands roaming and tongues tangling. it doesn't take long before things start to heat up again. mingi's fingers find their way between your legs, stroking your sensitive folds and making you gasp against his mouth.
the passion between you builds, fueled by last night's unspoken desires waiting to ignite anew.
he pushes you back onto the pillow, hovering over you as your legs spread willingly for him. his hot breath fans over your flushed skin as his thumb circles your clit, sending shivers through you.
"you're already wet for me again," he purrs, his voice low and husky.
you nod, your heart pounding in your chest. words escape you in this moment, lost in the haze of desire for this man you love so deeply.
mingi gazes into your eyes, dark irises boring into yours. he leans closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "tell me what you want, darling."
your breath hitches at the feel of his warm breath on your lobe, a thrill running down your spine. without thinking, the words tumble out:
"i... i want..." you pause, cheeks burning hotter than before.
"say it," mingi urges, his grip on you firm yet gentle. you know he won't judge, only love you more.
a surge of boldness courses through you. "i want..." you trail off, steeling yourself.
"say it, my love," he repeats, his voice so sweet yet commanding. his eyes bore into yours, encouraging you to let go.
"i... i want you to... to spit in my mouth..." you whisper, the confession tasting both exhilarating and taboo on your lips. you hold your breath, unsure how mingi will respond.
to your surprise, he chuckles softly. "is that all you wanted?" he teases, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. without warning, he spits into his palm and rubs it over your lips - a bold, yet tantalizing gesture.
your eyes widen, cheeks flushing crimson. the sensation sends a fresh jolt of excitement through you. you part your lips instinctively, craving more.
mingi seems taken aback for a moment, staring down at you with a mix of shock and fascination. he's never seen this side of you before. but before long, his expression shifts into one of darkened desire.
"you like that, don't you?" he growls, his own need palpable now. he watches you intently as he leans in, his hot, heavy breath washing over you. without hesitation, he spits directly onto your tongue. the salty fluid coats your senses, igniting a fire within you.
this unexpected revelation, this act... it's raw, primal. an unspoken connection between you both deepening further.
you nod frantically, the feeling overwhelming yet incredibly pleasurable. you suck in your bottom lip, tasting him still, wanting more. it seems to spark something primal within mingi as well.
"god, yes..." he groans, his fingers pressing harder against your slick folds as he gazes down at you with newfound fervor.
he pulls back just enough to speak again, voice hoarse. "is this what you needed?"
you manage a weak "yes," your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.
mingi smiles, his own hunger reflected in his eyes. he gathers your hair, tilting your head back to expose your neck as he spits again, this time onto your chest, dripping across your skin.
the coolness of his spittle contrasts with the heat building between you, sending shivers through your body once more. your hands reach out to pull him closer, desperate for more contact, more of his unique brand of affection.
"please..." you whisper, not even sure what you're begging for - relief, possession, simply to drown in the intensity.
mingi understands without words, his breath coming in ragged gasps. he lowers himself between your thighs, his gaze never leaving yours as he takes one last look. then, he opens his mouth and lets out a thick glob of saliva that glistens in the sunlight before landing squarely on your sensitive bud.
the sensation is electric, your back arching off the bed at the sudden contact. he watches you intently, his fingers tracing patterns up your inner thighs.
"like that, baby?" he purrs, voice low and taunting. he repeats the action again and again - spitting liberally over your quivering flesh until you're dripping wet with his essence.
your senses are alive, consumed by his overwhelming presence. he dips his head down, tongue lapping up some of his own spittle before settling between your folds. you feel the rough scrape of his tongue against you, the velvety softness as he gathers your slickness on it, then back to spitting again.
it's messy, it's primal, and it's the most exhilarating thing you've ever experienced together. your fingers twist and tug at the sheets in ecstasy, every nerve ending on fire.
mingi's eyes sparkle with delight at your reactions, egged on by your cries and movements. he seems to take pleasure in pushing these boundaries with you, discovering new depths of intimacy.
he lifts his gaze back up to meet yours, holding it steadfastly as he spits directly onto your hardened peak once more. his hot, wet breath fans out over your pulsing nerves before his lips close around you.
the sensation is divine, the musky taste of him mingling with the raw saltiness on your tongue. he sucks with purposeful intensity, laving and lapping while his fingers dance across your hips and thighs - all the while periodically interrupting with another spurt of his warm, viscous fluid.
your hips buck wildly beneath him, lost in the intoxicating rhythm he's set. you feel so alive, consumed by his relentless attentions.
he lifts his head briefly, a trail of his spit stretching from his mouth to you, before he gazes down with a wicked grin. he dips two fingers inside you, curving them to stroke that sweet spot deep within. your heart thuds in sync with the thrusts of his hand as he brings his mouth back down, this time spitting directly onto your clit again and again.
the building pressure within you threatens to overwhelm - the lewd sounds of his actions echoing in the room only heightening your senses. you feel stretched thin by the pleasure, every fiber of your being focused on the exquisite friction.
"mingi...please..." you plead, your voice hoarse, begging for release.
mingi seems determined to push you closer yet. he slips his fingers from you only to replace them with his tongue, lapping fervently while his hands grip your thighs firmly.
"you taste...so good...covered in my spit..." he groans against you, sending vibrations through your core.
the words drive you wild, your body shuddering uncontrollably beneath him. you know your climax is close now, every fiber of your being coiled tight like a wire ready to snap.
he brings his mouth back to your spit-soaked bud, sucking hard while simultaneously spitting once, twice more - the cooling sensation sending you hurtling over the edge.
waves of pure bliss crash through you, your back bowing off the mattress as you cry out his name. he holds you steady through every tremor, lapping up every drop of your essence mingled with his gifts.
when the aftershocks finally subside, you lie there gasping, spent and utterly satisfied. mingi crawls up next to you, kissing your temple tenderly.
"did you like that, my love?" he murmurs against your ear, his own breathing slowly returning to normal.
you nod, still floating in the hazy afterglow. this newfound connection between you has deepened the bond you share even further. you turn to face him, tracing the curve of his jawline with your fingertips.
“can i…” you start hesitantly, eyes locked on his.
mingi understands without words again, sensing your desire to reciprocate. he smiles, a soft yet confident look that makes your heart skip a beat.
"of course, darling..." he purrs, his hands guiding your head towards his lap.
your nerves flutter as you move into position, gazing up at him with a blend of excitement and anticipation. you feel his heartbeat pounding beneath you, a steady rhythm that pulses through his length.
he runs his hands through your hair, gently encouraging you onward. your tongue darts out, tasting the salt on his skin before you take him into your mouth.
it's different this way - bold and intimate. you swirl and explore every ridge and vein, feeling him grow even harder as you do. you crave more - more of him, more of what he's giving you.
your actions become bolder still; you look up defiantly as you take him deeper, the velvety heat of your mouth enveloping every inch. you grasp his thighs for stability, your own hips bucking slightly.
mingi gasps, body tensing under you, then he guides you back onto him with a hoarse whisper: "spit on me, just like that..."
you obey, withdrawing him from between your lips momentarily to spit directly on his tip. the droplets run down his shaft, slick and shining. taking him back into your mouth, you repeat the action again and again - a relentless rhythm interspersed with the hot, wet sounds of your affection.
mingi's fingers tighten in your hair as he watches you lose yourself in this newfound delight. he meets each plunge of your mouth with a roll of his hips, driving deeper but never forcing.
your cheeks hollow as you establish a steady pace that feels almost primal yet incredibly sweet. you relish the control you have over his pleasure, the power dynamics shifting yet complementary.
your own desire builds anew, the friction of your movements against him stoking the flames. hands roaming your back, mingi whispers words of praise that send shivers down your spine: "good girl...take it all..."
you feel his muscles tremble beneath you, the telltale signs he's close - closer than before. you double down on your efforts, wanting to push him over that edge.
you can taste the saltiness of his essence gathering on your tongue, thick and intoxicating. you know it won't be long now. your hands grip tighter, fingers digging into his thighs as you quicken your pace, spitting generously down on him.
mingi's breaths come in ragged gasps, his body taut as steel. suddenly he pulls you away from him with a groan, stopping your movements just as he reaches his peak.
"need...need to be inside you," he manages through gritted teeth, his voice strained yet commanding.
he positions you on your back once more, spreading your legs wide. gazing into your eyes, there's a hunger there that makes your heart thrill. but then he surprises you...
he spits squarely on your entrance, coating your tender flesh with that final, bold act. you feel the warmth seep into you, completing this deeply intimate exchange.
with a low growl, he presses into you in one long, smooth thrust, filling you completely as he begins to move. the sensation is electrifying, every part of you connected.
"yes..." he cries out, hands gripping your hips as he finds a rhythm that speaks of all he's feeling. the sound of his hips slamming against you echoes out the rhythm of your new dance.
the feeling of him claiming you this way - so raw, so intense - intensifies the high. every stroke brings fresh waves of pleasure, his spit acting as a slick, slippery barrier between you both.
your nails rake down his back, the pleasure-pain mingling deliciously. your own hips move in time with his, meeting each pounding snap with fervor.
"more..." you whisper, lost in ecstasy, craving deeper still.
mingi nods, reaching between you both to rub tight circles around your sensitive clit, his thumb slick with the remnants of his spit. the stimulation pushes you closer, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
"let it go, darling. with me," he pleads, voice low and insistent.
your body arches up off the sheets again, every fiber straining toward that precipice. you surrender to the tide crashing through you, the shared release of your essences mingling in the space between you.
it goes on, the aftershocks prolonged by the intensity of this new experience. finally spent, you lay intertwined, gasping and spent, your gazes locked, your breathing gradually returning to normal.
"I love you," mingi murmurs, brushing your cheek with a tender sweetness that balances the intensity of what just occurred.
hai ill send a request!! may i get mingi mingo mango w reader who lowwwkey has a spit kink..?? like she begs him to spit in her mouth and all that 🤭 oh my god this is embarrassing but thank u I love your blog and the layout is so cutie <3
AHH HI TYSM FOR REQUESTING!! and DONT BE EMBARRASSED this is so real… cuz tbh if it’s mingi he can spit in my mouth… I MEAN WHATTTT!!! i’ll start writing it tonight and hopefully finish it tmrw !!!
also i have like 6 more requests so pls be patient yall 😓 im so excited to write them all but its hard since i have school and work daily.. i have this weekend off tho so expect tons of posts from me 😈😈
warnings: one or two quick kiss scenes, emotional distress, joongie is hurt :( no proofread
synopsis: hongjoong comes home injured, frustrated and feeling useless. y/n cares for him, offering love and comfort, showing him it’s okay to lean on someone else.
note: this was so cute i’m so happy w how it turned out!! this was also a request, i hope it’s what anon meant but im not fully sure if i understood correctly 😭 reblogs and interactions appreciated! <3
hongjoong had always been the kind of person to push himself too hard. you knew that the moment you met him. his passion burned bright, almost too bright, like a star on the verge of exploding. it’s what you admired about him, but it’s also what worried you the most.
he’d come home after the tour leg, his arm wrapped in a sling and an apologetic smile playing on his lips. “it’s nothing serious,” he said, his voice soft but firm, trying to reassure you before you could even ask. “just a small sprain. i tripped backstage.”
but the way he winced when you gently helped him out of his coat told you otherwise.
“joong, a sprain doesn’t look like this,” you murmured, carefully unbuttoning his sleeve to examine the swelling on his wrist. his skin was an angry shade of purple, the kind that made your chest ache just looking at it. “why didn’t you say something sooner?”
he shrugged with his good shoulder, his eyes avoiding yours. “i didn’t want to worry you. or the members. or… anyone, really.”
you sighed, the sound heavy with frustration and affection. “you’re unbelievable.”
he chuckled weakly, letting you lead him to the couch. “i know.”
from that moment, it was a constant battle to get him to rest. hongjoong was restless by nature, always scribbling in his notebook, tinkering with his music, or running off to meetings. the injury didn’t stop him from trying to do all of it, even with one hand.
“y/n, i can handle it,” he said one evening when you caught him trying to hold his laptop with his injured arm. you didn’t say anything at first, just crossed the room and gently took the device from his hands, setting it aside.
“you can’t handle it if you don’t give yourself time to heal,” you said softly, crouching down in front of him. his lips parted like he wanted to argue, but when he saw the look in your eyes, he deflated.
“i just feel useless,” he admitted quietly, his head hanging low. “there’s so much to do, and i’m just… sitting here.”
your heart broke a little at the way his voice cracked. you reached up, cupping his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing against his cheeks. his skin was warm beneath your fingertips, and you felt him lean into your touch almost instinctively.
“you’re not useless, hongjoong,” you said firmly, but your voice softened when his gaze flicked to yours, vulnerable and uncertain. “you’re human. you’re allowed to take a break.”
for a moment, he just stared at you, his lips parting as if to speak. but then, instead of answering, he leaned forward—tentatively, hesitantly, like he was testing the waters. your breath caught when his lips brushed against yours, featherlight and shy.
it was so un-hongjoong, so unlike the confident man you were used to, but it made your chest ache in the best way. you kissed him back, just as soft, your hands slipping to the nape of his neck as you pulled him closer.
when you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes fluttering shut as he exhaled shakily. “thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “for everything.”
—
you made it your mission to take care of him after that. you’d help him with the little things, like tying his shoelaces or pouring his tea, even though he’d grumble about being babied. but he never stopped you. in fact, you’d catch him watching you with this soft, grateful smile that made your heart skip every time.
nights were your favorite, though. hongjoong would let his guard down completely then, curling up beside you on the couch while you ran your fingers through his hair. he’d hum softly, the sound vibrating against your side, and you’d feel the tension slowly leave his body.
“you’re too good to me,” he mumbled one night, his voice muffled against your shoulder.
“you deserve it,” you replied, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
he didn’t say anything after that, but the way he clung to you, his fingers curling around the hem of your shirt, said more than words ever could.
—
it wasn’t easy, of course. there were days when he was irritable, snapping at you over the smallest things, only to apologize profusely minutes later. “i’m sorry, y/n,” he’d say, his voice small and heavy with guilt. “i’m just… frustrated.”
“i know,” you’d reply, pulling him into a hug despite his initial resistance. “it’s okay. i get it.”
and you did. you understood how much it hurt him to feel like he couldn’t do what he loved, like he was letting everyone down. but you also knew he needed to let himself be vulnerable, to let someone else carry the weight for once.
slowly but surely, he started to heal—not just physically, but emotionally, too. he let you take care of him without protest, and in return, he took care of you in the little ways he could. like leaving you sticky notes on the fridge with messages like “don’t forget to eat <3” or making you playlists filled with songs he knew you’d love.
—
“you’re the best, you know that?” he said one afternoon, his voice warm and genuine as he watched you carefully bandage his wrist.
you laughed softly, shaking your head. “you’re just saying that because i’m your personal nurse right now.”
“no, i mean it,” he insisted, his eyes locking onto yours. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”
the sincerity in his voice made your cheeks flush, and you looked away, focusing on securing the bandage. “well, lucky for you, you don’t have to find out.”
he grinned at that, reaching out with his good hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “lucky for me, indeed.”
and in that moment, with his fingers brushing against your skin and his eyes shining with affection, you realized just how much you meant to each other. no matter how many times life knocked him down, you’d always be there to pick him back up—and he’d do the same for you.
because that’s what love was. it wasn’t perfect or easy, but it was worth it. and with hongjoong, it always would be.
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