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glossyeon · 2 years

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Hey love can you do 14 and 4 yunho smut from your prompt list?

4: spread

14: I love you

a/n: hi anon. I’ll be honest here, when I wrote this, I’m truly convinced a demon had taken over me bc where in the world did I find a boxer!yunho pairing thats this angsty…. I sincerely hope you like it, so enjoy and ty for requesting!!

pairing: jung yunho x fem!reader

genre: street fighter/boxer!au

A loud knock on the door is what awakes you.

You pretend you don’t hear it, something he always told you to do so, before another knock comes again, this time harder, along with a familiar voice.

“I know you’re in there”

You slowly sit up.

The room’s cold, you feel. The moonlight reflecting your apartment floorboards, living room lights all turned off, as faint noises from the nightly city traffic bring you back to reality.

“y/n… it’s Yunho”

You pull up your falling tank top strap, getting up from the sofa and groaning softly about the headache you’ve gotten from sleeping too much.

when you open the door, the first thing you smell before you see is rubbing alcohol, and the scent of medical bandages. That’s how you know it’s really Yunho here at your doorstep at 12:47 in the morning.

He’s big, your boyfriend. Tall, and well built with a good frame. Too bad the idiot doesn’t know how to use it.

Because instead of seeing yunho’s golden skin you always envied, shades of fresh purples, light pinks, and deep reds cover everything from his left eye to those soft lips you always tell him to protect out there in the ring. But he never listens, does he?

All Yunho can do is smile softly to your front doorstep, letting his head hang low as he avoids your burning gaze piercing those faded blond locks of your boyfriend. You hated him for doing it, but you sheltered him with love every single time he came limping back as well.

“How many times tonight, babe?” you grit your teeth asking, battling the tears that cloud your vision from the answer he’ll give, as to how many rounds he lost. You fist the material of your night clothes, holding your breath.

It silent for a moment before the boy speaks. “three” Yunho replies flatly, moving past you swiftly to enter your place with no words. You hear the sounds of the water running from the washroom behind you, before you let out a sigh and close the front door.

You trail softly to the doorway, watching Yunho scrub off the dirt, sweat, and dried blood that soil those long hands you loved so much. And it’s then when he finally speaks.

“I know what you’re gonna say.” He huffs, letting the warm water soothe the ache. “Please don’t say anything tonight my love.”

you don’t want to do what Yunho asks, but once you see him close the tap, and stare straight into your eyes with his own, you decide that maybe he’s right. Not tonight.

You usher him along to the main bedroom. “Come here. Let’s get those cheap bandages off of you and redo them”

the entire time, Yunho just sits on your covers, watching the way you proceed to do what you’re used to, the way you apply the disinfectant, to the way you carefully apply ointment to your boyfriends lips.

Yunho may not be the smartest, but the boy’s got enough sense to realize that you’re really just trying your best not to break down looking at him.

He doesn’t blame you one bit.

Instead, he pushes your hand slowly from his lip, leaning close to inhale your scent, and press lips against your cheek, mumbling incoherent words while you let your tears roll down your eyes and fall into his kisses.

“I always miss you. Never a time when I don’t” he says, breath hot against your ear as you grab onto his loose shirt for support. You throw your head back slightly, closing your eyes.

“Let me make you feel good y/n. Let me make love to you” you let out a groan when he kisses a sensitive spot near your collar bone, forgetting the few medical supplies and q-tips that fall off the mattress, only to be strewn on the ground.

Yunho slides your pants down, caring less about the straps that fall off your shoulders again, as he kisses the acne and discolouration that covers them. Yunho pulls your panties aside, letting you pull apart from him to see what he does. While your heart throbs, so does something else.

You let out a moan. “Y-Yunho” you wail, looking him in the eyes as you pant harder. Though your lover is bruised and beaten, he looks divine to you in the moment. Yunho slips a long digit inside those walls.

“Spread”

You do accordingly to what he asks of you, letting your back hit the soft sheets before he sucks a bruise near your mouth. You’re careful in avoiding his cut, but Yunho can’t help feel a stinging sensation every time you run your tongue against his. He endures.

“You’re beautiful y/n, looking drenched and laid out perfectly for your future husband like that” he says deeply, pumping his fingers faster every time a moan slips past your lips.

“God, fucking hell Yunho” you whimper, clawing the thin material that hides his stomach and abs. You release a sigh when he pulls out, stripping the rest of both your clothes till you’re bare naked.

That’s when you see it. The map of bruises, fresh and old, with scars still healing and already healed. Yunho hates his body, but he loves it more everytime you say

“Ruin me tonight Yunho. Fuck me well” you say softly, a breath of air through your desperate lips.

Yunho leaves one hand tracing your lower stomach and upper thighs, kissing and leaving his marks as one hand of his let’s the thumb run over his sensitive tip.

You crave the angry, red shade that only you can get out of him, so you take it yourself to shove his fat cock inside your dripping entrance.

“That’s it, right there” he sighs, squeezing your tits as he fondles your nipples. It hurts, but Yunho knows just how to do it the way you like it.

“My fucking doll.” Yunho groans, throwing his head back when his long, deep strokes hit a spot that has your back arching, and nipples falling into his large hands. Yunho looks down to see you properly.

You’re a mess, a trail of drool peaking from the corner of your mouth as you wail and mewl with every shove of his dick.

“I was made for this cock Yunho, made just for you”

Yunho doesn’t bother with the pain anymore, reaching down to kiss your cheek and insert his tongue down your throat. He eats you as if it’s the last.

Your moans are incoherent, clawing at anything around you as you let out a silent scream

Yunho pumps harder, faster, and deeper, all in a way that lets every vein and detail of his dick to brush against your walls, and get move nonsense spilled from your mouth and pussy.

“I’m done, baby, I can’t do it anymore” you sob, wailing as Yunho repeatedly hits a spot that sends your head back and hips higher.

Yunho says the final words before you both release. “I love you”

It hangs in the air, accompanied by the string of profanities and moans spilling from both of you bunnies, horny, tired, and aching in all the right places. Your huge boyfriend falls on top of your chest, sweaty and perfect for acting as a cover for the cool air.

“You’re mine” Yunho babbles, taking one of your tits in his mouth, sucking softly and closing his eyes.

You lay there, looking down at the bruised boy you so desperately wanted to protect.

before you reply back the same thing. “I love you too Yunho”

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#glossyeon #yunho drabbles #yunho x reader #ateez yunho #jung yunho smut #jung yunho #Ateez smut #ateez smut #Ateez smut requests

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glossyeon · 2 years

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old habits || lmh

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

genre: exes to lovers?, high school au (everyone is above the age of 18 in this), smut, crack

warnings: sexual content, finger sucking, profanity, sexual tension, sunwoo is a cockblock, nsfw, marking, minho gets jealous and gets worked up, substance use (drinking, marijuana use), suggestive themes.

word count: 2.3k

song recc: bad boy by red velvet

tag list: @urmom05-15 @tthmp

a/n: reply if you would like to be included in the tag list!! remember to reblog if u can, and tysm for reading!

“I hate you for bringing me here” you mutter, opening the handle of the record store.

Jisung laughs half heartedly, ruffling your hair as he walks past you and in through the store. Chan follows, muttering a small “cute” under his breath at the stubborn pout forming on your face.

Annoyed, you fix your hair frustratedly. “It’s a Friday night and I forgot to wear a bra” you tell your older friends, shutting the door behind you in frustration and the urge to leave this place altogether

Despite jisung being older than you by 2 years, and chan being older by 3, both boys sucked ass at being mature.

“Hey, free sushi from Suzuki’s, tons of booze, no management, you should be thanking me right now y/n” jisung tells you, spinning the keys to his mortar bike around his index finger, as he looks around the old records on display. Chan follows silently as he always does with no complains as the three of you make your way to the back of the store.

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think anyone will notice you’re not wearing a bra on” chan says to make you feel better. You take it the other way instead.

“Are you saying my tits are unnoticeable?!” you ask in disbelief. Jisung breaks into laughter, a grin spreading on his face. “N-no! that’s-“ Chan sighs before making the wise decision of staying quiet.

You scoff, rolling your eyes before catching up to jisung’s fast steps. “If seungmin’s boss knew that we were breaking in after store hours to-“

“Y/N” the boy stops you, facing you properly, “calm down, babe” Jisung tells you, turning around to assure you that it wasn’t after hours just yet as he unlocked the staff room door.

“listen jisung, I’m really not so sure-“

The metal door titled “STAFF ONLY” clicked open, revealing the low dim of lights, the blaring of Dr. Alban’s ‘Sing Hallelujah!’, and the thick stench of booze and weed.

“Have a beer y/n” chan offered, passing you a can of warm beer that sat on top of a trash bin of broken records.

You barely managed to catch the beer before placing it down skeptically, coming into view of a tipsy Felix start to dance on a disgusted, and very much sober hyunjin.

Shoving the Australian student’s ass away from him, the poor boy moved to a different spot far away from the madness that ensued in the middle of the back room.

“The party has arrived motherfuckers” jisung yelled the minute he walked through, disappearing amongst the crowd of unfamiliar faces that welcomed the king of bad decisions. You gaped in amazement, underestimating the number of people joining tonight.

Seeing chan walk away to find his girlfriend, you tugged on the sleeve of his leather jacket before he could go anywhere. “I thought you said this was gonna be a small get together!” You yelled over the loud R&B playing from the speakers. “I don’t know any of these people!” You cried, a sinking feeling forming in your stomach.

“You know how much of a blabber mouth hannie is” chan grins, letting your hand leave his sleeve before he searches amongst the large crowd.

You mentally curse yourself and to your friends for letting you go to such a place on a Friday night.

“Fuck this” you mutter under your breath, going outside the staff room and across the hall to the bathroom in hopes of escaping the heavy scent of weed. Instead you hear a low, but noticeable voice directing itself to you.

“Want a puff?”

you turn to your side, meeting face to face with Johnny Suh of Fremont Boys Catholic School, sitting on the floor crossed legged with nothing but a pair of baggy jeans, worn out Nike’s, and a gold chain that hangs from his defined collar bones. He offers you a joint hanging from the tips of his fingers, while a second one sits on the corner of his lips.

You swore this was the same dude who used to sit alone at the caf lunch tables in middle school. But clearly something in that holy water back at Fremont had changed him from the nerd he was, to the… whatever he is now.

“I’m good” you say, eyeing the multiple plastic bags surrounding him.

It’s not that you’re on bad terms with Johnny. You know each other. Made out that one time during prayer lessons, but still stayed on good terms after you moved from Fremont. He looked the same in your eyes, just a bit different that’s all. Maybe a bit older.

“Minho’s looking for you. Passed by me earlier. Asked me some things and said he needed to talk to you” the boy exhaled, letting a cloud of smoke rise between you two as he counted the bills of 20s and 50s in his hands.

Of course he did. Lee Minho always had to do something with you didn’t he?

You sighed loudly. “Why the fuck are you talking to-“

“Your ex? Cause he goes to my school. And he bought a bag from me” he grins, holding up his merchandise for you to see. You sigh, rolling your eyes before letting your head rest against the wall.

“Listen to me babe” Johnny says, standing up as he lets the joint in his hand move to his ear, while he offers the one from his mouth to you. He gestures to you, a hazy feeling coming from those eyes of his.

“He’s no good for you, and you know that” he whispers, hovering over you as he cages you against the wall.

Stubborn, but in desperate need of a puff, you take it from him, hating that even Johnny suh knew about what happened between you two idiots.

“So what really happened between you two?”, kissing the side of your neck softly. He frustrates you, and you hate that about him. But you can’t help but like him too.

Sighing in release, one hand holds the joint as the other comes up to grasp his soft locks.

“Nothing.” you told the boy. “He wanted more, and I didn’t.” you said, letting the smoke surround what was happening against the wall. You hoped the smoke would even fog the memory of this between you two.

You shudder when Johnny’s hand caresses your breast, slipping under your shirt too easily to play with your nipple.

“No bra?” He asks, smirking before he goes back to making the pink hickey forming on your neck. “Shut up” you tell him, closing your eyes as you let Johnny suh give you a kiss on the lips, sliding his tongue in before making out with you in a record store.

It’s been years since you’ve had sex with Johnny, but in all honesty, he wasn’t bad. better than what happened in prayer lessons, that’s for sure.

He groans when you tug harder on his hair, gliding his hands all around your tits and ass, giving it a good squeeze and a hard slap.

You whine, feeling too caught up in the moment and almost forgetting the fact that minho, your ex boyfriend was looking for you. almost.

The moment is interrupted when Johnny is pulled away from you, your lipgloss still stained on his lips before you see who stands inbetween you and him.

“I asked you where she was, not to shove your fucking tongue down her throat”

It’s been a while since you saw him, letting your gaze fall upon his defined shoulders, the leather jacket he wore, and the small tuft of hair that was started to grow above his neck. You almost forgot what your ex boyfriend looked like.

“What the fuck minho-“

“You, stay out of it” he warned as he turned around to face you. Minho’s eyes trailed down your heaving chest, noticing the way your shirt was messed up.

“Dude, listen-“

“Try making a fucking move to her again.” he seethes, looking Johnny straight in the eye. “See what happens to that basketball scholarship you’ve got with Colombia”

Johnny smirks, stepping closer to the boy who stands his guard in front of you, not moving an inch.

“Making out with some chick doesn’t affect whether or not-“

“You’re right dickwad.” Minho let’s out, bringing his mouth into a small grin you can already imagine. “Unless Fremont hears about you selling pot to the dudes behind the bleachers everyday after school”

Johnny goes quiet, the only sound you could possibly hear from behind these two being the heavy breathing, and feeling the warmth of the burning joint still in your hand.

“Colombia cares about their image Johnny. Worry about your ass on the court first.”

You feel a hand grasp your wrist, harshly bringing you along as the joint in your hand falls to the ground.

“Minho, I swear to fucking god, let go of my arm before I-“

He looks back, looking so fucking good under the dim lighting of store.

“Don’t swear to god, angel. Our parents go to church, remember?”

he grins sinisterly, coming in front of a door only to open it and pull you two inside. Before you’ve even had time to speak, he pushes you against the wall, giving you no space as he rests both his hands beside your head.

“tell me why the fuck you’re making out with that douche bag of all people?” he asks you, looking straight into your eyes with a tone in his voice.

You roll your eyes, hating the fact that even after all these years without the boy, he still doesn’t fail to make you warm and hot.

“You are the last person I could be telling this to, bastard”

Minho smiles, just like he always did when you swore at him, a gleam sparking in his eyes as he comes close enough to the point where you can feel his breath hit your mouth.

“minho” you say his name. Warning him.

“I’m not over you.” he confesses, voice becoming quieter. You try to understand if what you’re hearing is correct. Instead all you hear are the heavy breaths coming from the two of you.

“I know it’s been years and every single fucking time you say that it was because we were young. but I’m tired of that excuse y/n.”

There’s a pause between you two, letting the situation finally settle in. “If you thought that breaking up with me was gonna be better, you were completely wrong baby because I need you now more than ever” minho rasps, seeing even in the dark storage room that he was looking at your lips. Wondering which lipgloss you’d applied tonight.

And you’re stunned to say the least. You cant even remember the last time you were with minho like this, and yet being here makes you want to go back to how you both used to be. It’s insane. To the the point that you tell him

“You crazy motherfu-“

you’re not even able to finish those words as your cut off with his lips pressed softly against yours. You’re shocked, first instinct to resist and punch him in his chests before he grabs your hands.

He holds them in his own, closing his eyes and clutching them with something you’ve never seen from Lee minho. Something different.

Before you even know it you’re falling into the kiss, letting his tongue slip through and explore your mouth in years. You cant lie and say you haven’t wanted this a few times.

Minho’s fighting to get more of your taste, letting himself cage you in a way you notice Johnny never could. With the other boy, you felt a sense of awkwardness, passionate lust, but still distance.

With minho, you’re reminded why you fell in love with him all over again. It’s familiar, though you never want to tell him that.

“mmho” you mumble against his lips, clutching his leather jacket in your fists. You know you should stop yourself, but you just can’t. You don’t want to break away. So instead, a knock on the door does it for you.

Minho groans, letting u feel the shifting of his cock inside those tight ass jeans he chose to wear.

“Hyung! Come quick! Jeongin’s crying! He says he’ll have to quit once his boss finds out Felix crashed the vintage record player near-“

“Is he dead” minho asks, not letting his gaze fall. he swallows hard, letting his finger slide into your mouth, making you suck on it.

you’re shy at first, with someone listening at the door and all, but you slowly fall into it when minho plays with the waistband of your panties , letting them snap back against your waist, causing you to stifle a moan.

“U-um, I don’t think so hyung, but the record pla-“

“Sunwoo.” minho growls, towering over you more. God damn, all the boy wants is to have a taste of you and see you ride his cock.

“If you come back to speak another word about anyone, you can guarantee you’ll walk back to school on Monday with a jackassed face and a beat up knee.”

you’re dripping at this point, forgetting to care about poor Sunwoo who came to deliver what was happening out there. “Mmho” you mumble, his ringed fingers still being sucked.

“you got that?” he pierces, cutting through your pleas.

A small pause is heard before you hear a shaked up voice.

“yup, sorry hyung”

“Go back and help Lix up, alright?”

Minho smiles before bringing your panties and pants down, taking his wet fingers to shove them up your red, aching, cunt. You shudder, letting out a high pitched moan and grasping onto anything for some support.

“Scream my name, baby” minho huffs, sucking on your neck. “it’s been way too long”

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#glossyeon #lee minho #minho stray kids #lee know #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff

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glossyeon · 2 years

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edit: does anyone also know where @melonaia-deactivated20220309 went as well? I’m losing my moots here guys-😩

does anyone know where my bb, @jonghoswhore went? i just want to make sure they’re okay🥺

#just want to make sure they’re okay!!

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glossyeon · 2 years

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a/n: inspired by this request, but stairs ver! pls REBLOG if u can!!

“Taste good?” He asks, smiling at the way you relish in the cold, sweetness of your strawberry ice cream cone. You nod, eyeing which sides were already licked, and which ones were melting all over.

You’re on a date with hongjoong right now. He insisted you two should go on a walk near the city park, offering to buy you the ice cream cone even when he said it was too early for it. But of course, he couldn’t resist anything for his love.

Hongjoong chuckles, using his free hand to wipe your sticky lips, while the other doesn’t let go of your hand, instead intertwining your fingers with his own. He brings it up to peck it gently.

“We can go back and get another one if you’d like” he offers, pulling you close when a soft spring breeze passes by you two, bringing your flowy skirt up higher than he expected.

You shake your head, eyes crinkling with a laugh. “Then I won’t have room for hotdogs later” you protest, dreaming of all the different street food delicacies hongjoong would buy you to eat near the market area. He always did.

Hongjoong’s about to say something witty back, all before the two of you are walking down a steep pair of stone steps. The park isn’t as crowded as it usually was, making you enjoy your ice cream slowly as you treaded down the stone steps. Before he even realizes, hongjoong’s already made his way down the stairs, leaving you three steps behind him, and far too invested in your ice cream to even care.

“Come on y/n, let’s-“

The boy’s words falter, turning around to stare at the way your tits happened to bounce and jiggle with every step you took. The floral dress you chose to wear that day did nothing to hide your cleavage, especially when he could just taste the way your tits sat in your bra, nice, hard, and perky.

You catch your boyfriends gaze and slightly parted lips, smiling to yourself as you looked down to where he was invested in. “Baby, I need a tissue” you pleaded, looking up at your boyfriend once you made it down the stairs.

Hongjoong looks up for a second from being in a trance, all before you take the napkin in his other hand from before. You take it slowly, swiping it near the area of your soft, supple breasts that seemed to have been covered in melted strawberry ice cream. Hongjoong just stares. Staring at the way you bat your eyelashes softly, staring at the way you lick the cone in one long swipe, and staring at the way his fingers brush near your chest. You smirk, knowing what you’ve done.

“Thanks hongjoong”

You’re already walking past him, enjoying the last bits of your ice cream, leaving the boy in standing shock.

—car ver.

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glossyeon · 2 years

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Hi can you do a short hongjoong reaction to your boobs bouncing while you go down the stair or in the car?

a/n: hi babe! tysm for requesting this, I absolutely ADORED writing it<3 pls don’t be shy to request more in the future!! I got so carried away that I made 2 versions of this request, one for the stairs, and one for the car version. I’ll link the stairs one here, so I hope you like them both!!

“God, even wooyeong drives better than this hyung” San mutters quietly to seonghwa who sits solemnly with a pained expression in the back seat.

“B-be nice san” the older one says, shutting his eyes as he continues to pray to god the car they’re riding in doesn’t crash. Yunho adds on, continuing with, “Is it too late to get out now? Or could-“

A shriek rings in the small car you’re driving (probably from wooyeong who sits on seonghwas lap), carrying your boyfriend hongjoong in the passenger side, along with san and yunho squished in the back seat. A rough bump on the road causes the car to bounce, making you wince when you hear the sounds of protests behind you.

“Joong, baby, you gotta help me here” you wail, clutching the steering wheel closer to your body, jutting out your chest as you struggle to decide which car to go first at the intersection.

Hongjoong sighs, letting go of the grab handle at the top of the car ceiling to direct when you should go.

“Let this guy go first y/n. Then take a left- LEFT turn babe… other way- oh my fucking god-“ a small but deep groan coming from your boyfriend makes you embarrassed, adding to the anxiety you already have bubbling inside you.

Instead, it gets worse when you accidentally hit a small bump on the road again, causing the whole entire car to shake as well.

“Ah! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, didn’t see that there” you apologize profusely, sending a sorry look in the front rearview mirror to seonghwa who looks completely drained, taking care of three whining kids who rub their heads in pain.

Hongjoong leans against the window, as he rubs his aching temples with a bad headache. “Y/n, baby,” your boyfriend starts out, gentle but urgency apparent in his voice. “how about we just pull over-“

Hongjoong voice stops when his gaze falls lower to your breasts. He notices the way they just sit there under your tight, white crop top with no bra on. The way your boobs curve gently against the cloth material, and the way your nipples are hardened from the cold air-conditioning filling the car right now. Hongjoong swallows hard.

Its only until you let out a harsh shriek again, wincing before you warn the entire vehicle. “Watch out guys, potholes ahead!”

A rough bump is what sends hongjoong out of his trance, and he can definitely feel the blood rush to his head after the collision with the car roof.

Instead, the blood rushes to his dick when he sees your tits jiggle and bounce on every move, moving up and down, almost taunting him in a way.

You’re clueless as always about what your boyfriend stares so intently at, before you finally pull over to a small spot, leaving the car in park as you unbuckle the seatbelt constricting your tits.

“Thank god that’s over” Yunho sighs, wiping the sweat that formed on his forehead. “Who thought it was okay to let y/n drive-“

His words die down once you open the passenger door to hongjoong, leaning forward to tell your boyfriend pleadingly while also giving a great view to the entire backseat of your soft tits hanging underneath your shirt.

“Please joongie, ride driver’s seat next time, okay?”

a/n: ty for reading and pls REBLOG if u can to support me:)

—stairs ver.

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