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rawhyunz · 5 months
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Girl Dad // Lee Hangyul
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Lee Hangyul x fem!Reader // SMUT
WC// 2.59k
Synopsis// Hangyul's the hot new date you'd found. DILF by definition, and one you had to have.
Warnings// dom!Hangyul & switch!reader, breeding kink, initial use of protection, removal of said protection, mating press, brief talk of custody and separation
Author's Note// @gothlcsan you're welcome <3
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Lee Hangyul. You’d only known him for a couple of weeks, yet you’d already seen him covered in fruit juice, absolutely smothered in messy makeup, and doubled over due to an unfortunately placed kick. You’d met at the library, browsing in the same section of novels. He may have been looking at murder mysteries, but his arms were chocked full of children’s picture books. Barely above a whisper, you had huffed and playfully asked if the brightly colored stack was for him. He smiled and politely declined, telling you he was just gathering them for his daughter. You both laughed just a little too loud, earning a stern look from the librarian.
After you both had checked out all your books you decided to dip over to the coffee shop just down the road. The interactions you shared in the library were small but enough to leave you wanting to know more about the newfound stranger. He held the door for you, he tried to pay for your coffee, and he pulled your chair out… everything he did had you pondering whether chivalry was really dead or not.
The man’s looks were truly striking, donning clear-framed specs. His hair was a warm brown and parted down the middle, falling neatly to either side of his face. His white button-up was loose and partially unbuttoned while his darkly colored slacks were quite fitted.
You learned a lot about one another in the hour you shared, chatting over your drinks and overpriced snacks. His name was Hangyul, he’d been single for a few years now. He had a daughter who was 7 and lived with him. She seemed to be the center of his entire world. He was kind and funny, and you could feel his genuine interest in getting to know you. You were both comfortable with silence between topics, and the conversation flowed easily. Before you parted ways, his gaze lingered on you for just a little too long after you exchanged phone numbers.
Over the following weeks, you met up plenty of times whether it was his place or some little activity his daughter so badly wanted to do. He was empathetic, unafraid to do things that would’ve been considered feminine, and put his kid before all else.
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A quiet Tuesday night, you mindlessly browsed the channels of your TV in hopes of finding something to watch. Every show seemed the same. You huffed and powered it down, almost jumping out of your skin when your phone began to ring. A smile covered your face when you grabbed it to see the characters “hangyul <3” splayed across the screen.
“Hello?” You tried to contain the excitement in your voice.
“Hey, what’re you up to?”
“I just gave up on the television… you? You sound kinda down.”
“Oh…” The line was quiet for a few seconds. “Just feeling a little lonely. That’s why I called, felt the need to chat.”
“Where’s this kiddo at?”
“It’s her mom’s week to have her. I have primary custody, so she stays with me most of the time as you know, but she sees her mother every handful of weeks.”
“Ah, must be quiet. Enjoy your relaxation time.”
“Actually… the silence is kinda driving me insane,”
You could practically hear Hangyul pouting. You understood, he spent all day in the company of others whether it was his kid or at work.
“Do you want to come over?” He continued.
“Oh? Are you sure? It’s pretty late.”
“No, no! You don’t have to, I know it might be kinda weird to be at my house when it’s just us… only if you want to.”
“I’ll be there, give me half an hour. “
You hung up, springing off the couch and flinging open your closet doors. Even if it was simple, you needed a better outfit than a massive shirt and granny panties.
In no more than 10 minutes, you started your car, plugged his address in the GPS and were on your way.
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Walking up to the door of his apartment, you shot him a text to let him know you were there, as it had become a habit to do so you didn't wake up the kid… even if she wasn't there. Fumbling with the lock, Hangyul pulled the door open and greeted you with a big smile.
“You made it!”
“I said I would, idiot.”
Hangyul moved to the side and invited you in, offering to take your jacket for you.
You both sat on either end of the couch, almost awkward without the continued presence of his daughter. The room was quiet, cool lit, and vaguely scented like mahogany. A basket of gaudily hued kids toys rested to the right of the television.
“So, what do you wanna do?” You looked over to him, noting how he sat so daintily with his knees together and arms crossed.
“Ah, whatever you want. I'm just glad to have company. It's been a long time since I've been able to just hang out with someone this way.”
“Do you, uh…” Suddenly you felt vulnerable, embarrassed with yourself. “Do you want to cuddle?”
He nodded eagerly, silently scolding himself for being almost a little too excited.
You scooted over on the couch, positioning yourself between his legs and resting your head between his head and shoulder. Hangyul hesitantly wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His free hand came to run through your hair, his fingers carefully removing any knots he got caught on. He took a deep breath, resting his cheek against you.
“I've missed this.” He muttered under his breath. “You’re so warm.”
“Mm.” You nuzzled into his neck, urging him to place the softest kiss on the top of your head. “You're always so gentle with me, Hangyul.”
Hangyul hugged you firmly, taking in the scent of your perfume. “Couldn't imagine hurting you. Not ever. Too precious to me.”
“Precious? Me?” You tried to hide the giddiness laced in your voice.
“Mhm. You know how many dates I've been on in the past few years? Too many. People tend to find it odd that I’m parenting on my own. Turned off by the fact I let the kiddo dress me up and do my makeup or pissed off with how I have to spend most of my time with her. Things like that.”
“It's endearing, I think. You're a wonderful father to her. Can't imagine thinking that's not hot.”
Hangyul’s hands fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, pondering if he should even follow through with his next move. Ah, screw it. It was worth a shot.
“Can… Can I kiss you?” In that moment he was glad you couldn't see his face, surely he was blushing. In a split second you pulled back from him and nodded eagerly.
“Of course.”
Hangyul rested his hands on your waist and took your lips into his own. He tasted faintly of coffee, you thought. Soon, his glasses were discarded to the side. Each of his small gasps made your stomach twist. Even now, he was gentle with you, only ever following your pace.
Everything about him was intoxicating to you, from his voice to his taste and everything in between. In a way you knew he was holding back. He nipped and tugged at your bottom lip, silently begging for access. Yielding, you allowed his tongue to slip between your teeth. Your tongues mingled, filling the air with wet noises and the occasional clack of your teeth brushing against his. Hangyul moved his hand to cradle the back of your head to keep you close to him. Your breath was unsteady, hinting to Hangyul that he was doing something right.
Hangyul disconnected from you, panting against your skin. “Can I be completely honest with you?”
“Duh, what is it?”
“I want you.” He swallowed his breath. “Really.”
You balled your hand into a fist, feeling your mind short circuit for a moment.
“Yeah?” You purred. “Then I’m yours.”
A shiver ran up Hangyul’s spine, giving himself a silent pep talk. He hadn't had sex in 7 years and he wasn't going to let this chance slip. He'd never felt enough chemistry toward past dates to get truly intimate… Now he was ready. The two of your scrambled to his room and climbing onto his bed.
His fitted black turtleneck highlighted the contour of his muscles. His chest, his arms, his abs. Crossing one arm over the other, he pulled the shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the corner of the room.
“May I?” Hangyul grabbed the very end of your shirt, helping you to remove it once you gave him your approval. His eyes flitted from your face to your chest shyly.
“Beautiful…”
You granted Hangyul permission to touch you, impressed by how easily he reached around you and unhooked your bra. “Black lace,” Hangyul murmured. “You were hoping for this, huh?”
“Maybe…” Your face flushed red, subconsciously positioning yourself onto his lap and grinding absentmindedly. Hangyul flinched and let a whine fall from his lips. He’d expected to be sensitive after so much time but every movement set him on fire in a way he hadn’t felt for far too long.
“Gyul,” You sighed. “I hate to be impatient, but I’m so fucking wet and I think I might die if I don’t get you inside of me right now.”
He was quick to oblige, hopping up to rummage through the side table next to the couch. Placing a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube to the side, Hangyul invited you to undo his belt buckle. The sound of the metal clanking was like music to his ears. He removed his slacks, revealing his dick.
“Hey, who are you to tease me? You were commando under that!? Guess I wasn’t the only one who was hoping for this. “ You taunted, ridding yourself of your own pants.
Hangyul was quite big, thick and adorned with fine veins. He tore open one of the condom packs, rolling the rubber down his length slowly.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Hangyul cupped your check in his hand. You nodded eagerly, telling him you couldn’t possibly be more sure. You propped yourself up against the headboard and cushioned your back with a couple soft pillows.
Hangyul leaned over you, placed a kiss on your forehead, and helped you slide off your lace lined underwear. You spread your legs wide to allow Hangyul’s large form to fit between. Words of praise fell from his mouth haphazardly as he rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds. His brows furrowed at the sensation, using one hand to grope at your thigh.
“Are you ready, my love?”
“Mm, please.”
Hangyul poured a generous amount of lube onto both his cock and your pussy, allowing no chance of any painful friction. He pressed into you slowly to allow you both to adjust.
“Shit,” He grunted once he completely bottomed out. “So tight, baby, so warm.”
You whined, biting onto your hand to suppress your sounds. “You’re so big, please just fuck me.”
Hangyul started slowly, rolling his hips rhythmically back and forth. He let out a choked moan, nails digging into your thighs. His hips snapped against yours firmly, eventually locating the most sensitive area of you.
“Oh, fuck! Daddy-“
Hangyul stopped dead in his tracks, trying to process what he’d just heard. You frantically apologized, claiming you hadn’t meant to call him that way and praying he wouldn’t be freaked out.
Hangyul had never really heard or so much as considered the word in such a context. After all, it's what he was used to being called by his daughter who only recently stopped because she was “too cool” for it. Something was different when you said it, something that made him feel powerful.
“No, no,” Hangyul took a deep breath. “Say it again.”
“Oh, so Daddy likes it?” You smirked, yelping when he thrusted sharply into you.
“That's my girl.”
Despite the situation you'd found yourself in, the possessiveness behind his words almost made you feel shy. Hangyul leaned over you, propping himself up on one arm so he could look in your eyes, brushing the hair out of your face with the other. His eyes were dark, brimming with adoration, conveying a soft expression despite how he was slamming against your walls. You gave maintaining eye contact a valiant try but soon found yourself losing yourself to the pleasure, opting to clasp your hands on the back of his neck and kiss him instead.
A small sob escaped your throat, clenching tightly around Hangyul’s cock. “So full, fuck, want you in me forever.” Your quickening breath betrayed how close you were to coming undone.
“W-wait, off, take it off-” You cried and weakly attempted to push him off of you. Hangyul took the hint and pulled out, quickly discarding the condom and moving to press your legs up against your chest. His own legs over yours in a mating press.
“100% sure, baby?”
You nodded frantically and practically begged Hangyul to bury himself back into your pussy. The pace he took up was brutal, fast, and deep with his cock reaching places you hadn't felt before. Each filthy noise that accompanied every thrust pushed you both closer and closer to the edge.
“Please, Hangyul, fill me up- please, please, please,”
“Who? Who do you want to stuff your pretty little cunt with cum?”
Tears rolled down your cheeks, feeling far too good and far too spent. “You, Daddy, please breed me-”
In a few more aggressive thrusts your orgasm hit you like a truck, the tightness of every contraction sending Hangyul over the edge soon after. His grunts bordered on animalistic and in stark contrast to the filthy words spilling incoherently from his mouth, his motions were soft and loving, holding you flush against his chest as he pumped every last drop of his seed into you.
Coming down from your eyes, you both panted with exhaustion. Hangyul had nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and begun to leave light kisses along the expanse of skin.
Hangyul whispered sweet nothings into your ear, mumbling about how gorgeous you were, how much of an amazing mother you'd be, and accidentally confessing to just how much he loved you. Through your little gasps, you told him you loved him too and that if you were to carry anybody’s children you'd want them to be his.
Hangyul's eyes brimmed with tears, overwhelmed by the entire situation. When he went to pull out of you a noise of protest stopped him.
“No, stay, please, too good.”
Blinking away the tears that started to brim at his waterlines, Hangyul squeezed you tight as if you were going to evaporate.
“You… You're not gonna leave me after this, right…?”
“Of course not, silly, could never.”
A twinge of sadness caught your heart at his question, realizing his breakup had really affected him deeply. Unanimously agreeing you could clean up later, you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, you still stuffed with Hangyul's cock and seed.
His heartbeat thudded rhythmically against his chest which only lulled you farther to dreamland, your last thoughts filled with joy at how you'd gotten so lucky to find someone like Hangyul and how much the future held.
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minheeskitten · 4 months
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seokgyuu · 1 year
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A Boy Scout’s Secret (I)
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→ genre: smut
→ pairing: Yohan x Fem!Reader
→ synopsis: being a girl scout unit’s leader you find yourself at a monthly meeting of all the scout’s in your area. of course the rivaling boy scouts of your unit can’t be missing from this event - and with that their arrogant vice leader kim yohan. how good that no one knows you are totally into him…. right?
→ warnings: softdom!yohan, dirty talk, degradation, praising, use of the word “noona”, fingering, handjobs, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mammary intercourse
→ word count: 3.8k
A/N: I am sorry, I promise Challenge Me is not dead, I just needed to get this out my system okay!!! Give it some love <3
“You know we are supposed to hate them, right?”
The voice of your best friend made you snap out of your stare, instead now looking over at her.
“What?” You blinked rapidly at her, your cheeks heating up already. Her eyebrows shot up as she chuckled, her head shaking from side to side.
“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You were staring at Yohan. Again.”
Yes. Yes, you were. And you knew you shouldn’t. Biting down on your lip, you tugged a strand of hair behind your ear. There was no way of denying it, she had caught you red handed and she had done so many times before. But what were you supposed to do? He was so freaking hot in the uniform his boy scout unit had chosen all those years ago and today, with his broad shoulders and the perfect body proportions he just looked even better in it. It didn’t matter that your unit and theirs were rivals and hated each other – you still had eyes and a stupid heart that had been betraying you for years now.
“Well, can you blame me?” You finally sighed, nodding your head slightly in Yohan’s direction, “He just looks so good, how can I not stare?”
Jean looked at you for a second, her eyes frozen in place, until she scoffed and shook her head again.
“You need to get a grip. You’re our unit leader, Y/N, you can’t have a crush on Kim Yohan of all people!”
She was right, of course she was. Yohan was the vice leader of his unit, only one above him being Daehyeon and while Dae was more or less fun to be around (he at least knew how to be civil) Yohan was an absolute pain in the ass. Even now he looked smug, knowing full well he had half the people in this room drool over him. A part of you really hated him for it but another… just really wanted to get him somewhere secluded and-
“Y/N!” Jean hissed now, snapping you out of it once again. Clearing your throat, you sat up straighter, fixing your little tie around your neck.
“Sorry. Sorry, I’m… I’m gonna get ahold of myself, alright? I only see him once every few months, I- I can get over this,” you spoke to her quietly, your eyes flying back to the boy’s table – only to be met by something you hadn’t quite expected.
 Yohan was looking right at you, his perfectly styled hair falling into his forehead, his pretty eyes sparkling in the light of the room – shit. You quickly averted your gaze again, your heart beating at triple speed. Fuck, why had he been looking at you? He almost never looked this way, if not only to act like he was better than your unit. He was arrogant like that. Right then you knew you should look away. His gaze was mesmerizing, it lured you into wanting him even more and you knew you shouldn’t. Still, once your eyes had met there was no turning back. Not as long as he stayed like this, his pretty brown eyes sparkling so beautifully in the light of the room, focused on nothing but you. Your skin began to tingle, your mouth slightly dropping, not sure what to say, what to do. Somehow it felt like time had stopped, like nothing around you mattered anymore simply because this one man who was nothing but an arrogant asshole to you most of the time had decided to look your way. Maybe, you thought, all the tension you had thought you had imagined over the years wasn’t that much of a fantasy after all. Maybe, Kim Yohan actually felt the same way. It made you wonder, the way he looked at you right now, if he had laid in bed at night thinking about you. If he had moaned your name as he touched himself, if he had wondered what you taste like. All these things happened to you regularly. Mostly when the scouts of the era had a meeting every two to three months in one of the nicer hotels in Busan, did he not leave your mind for weeks after. It felt like a curse, the Kim Yohan curse that would haunt you whenever it felt like it.
“Y/N!” Jean hissed again and you turned your head to look at her, only realizing now hot your face was. She shook her head at you, her eyes judging, and you dropped your eyes to look at the table, not even sure what was going on at the event itself anymore. Some higher ups were holding speeches, one of them being the girl’s scout president of your area and when you dared to look up at the stage, you saw that she was shaking hands with the president of Yohan’s area. At least here they pretended to get along. You almost chuckled, leaning back in your chair and crossing your legs, trying to get rid of the thought of Yohan’s eyes on you.
 What came after was a small banquet, just some food and drinks, followed by some dancing. It could have been fancy if only you weren’t all wearing your scouting uniforms. You ate your food while silently listening to your fellow girls talking about school or work, about their boyfriends, girlfriends and partners, all while being painfully aware of how single you were. Single and somehow desperately hung up on an arrogant man who, if anything, probably only wanted to screw you and then leave. And while some part of you wanted to make you believe that you would be okay with just that, you knew full well that that was a lie. You weren’t exactly the type of person to just fuck and chuck, you were more the feelings kind of girl and while you respected everyone’s choices… this just wasn’t for you. Or at least you thought so.
Because when, after dinner, you went and got up to go to the bathroom, you were approached by none other than Yohan himself, you kind of let that principle fly out the window. His long legs brought him over to you, standing in the entrance way of the hall, people scattered around, talking and laughing. But his eyes were only on you and yours only on him. His face was determined, and you swallowed down whatever had formed in your throat, feeling your stomach drop when he stopped in front of you. He didn’t touch you, nor did he say anything like a greeting.
“Have you got your own room?”
And when you nodded, never letting him out of your sight, you knew it was already over for you.
 He had you pinned against the wall in no time. Your eyes were wide, your hands pressed against his shoulders.
“Here is the closer look you so desperately wanted, noona,” he whispered, and your heart made a strange leap. He had never used honorifics on you before. He was a brat, he wanted to show he was better than everyone – at least in the field of your hobby.
“Y-Yohan-ah, I-,” you began, but he shut you up by shaking his head. His eyes were glinting at you and still seemed darker than ever. The lump in your throat turned three sizes bigger.
“I saw you looking, Y/N noona. I saw the way your eyes took this uniform off. What did you want to do to me, hm? Or did you want me to do stuff to you more?” His lips were so close to yours, his body heat surrounding you and making you all weak in the knees. God, he smelled so good.
“I don’t- I don’t know what you mea- oh-,” You were once again interrupted by him, but this time he had his mouth hovering over your neck, his breath hitting your sensitive skin and you couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh, your eyes fluttering shut when his breath moved down, over your whole neck and up, finally hitting your cheek and lips.
“Do you want me, noona?” His voice was low and his face so close, if you only moved a little bit, you could kiss him. When your eyes opened again, he was still patiently looking down at you, his oh-so extremely attractive face so close to yours. If you wanted him? Hell, you had never wanted anyone as much as him.
“I do,” you heard yourself whisper then without even realizing it. A smirk appeared on his face as his hands wandered from next to you on the wall to your hips, gripping them harshly.
“Good girl, telling me what she wants,” he then said lowly, and your eyes widened, the words spreading straight to your core.
And then he kissed you. Finally, after all those years of pining, he finally kissed you. And, fuck, did it feel good. He was hot and passionate, his tongue finding yours soon and you knew right there that he had wanted this just as much as you had. He wasn’t going slow, he wasn’t going to make you wait any longer, instead he let his hands wander over your body, squeezing every bit of you, your hips and ass, your boobs and neck, your moans getting caught by his skillful mouth.
He began to undress you, loosening the tie around your neck, which you followed right away, loosening his as well, while you were still kissing. You found yourself starting to walk as you undressed each other, towards the bed. How happy you felt that you had decided to take a room alone after all and not share with Jean. Yohan unbuttoned your shirt, slipping it off your shoulders a moment later, lips and hands on your cleavage right then, sucking hard on your sensitive skin. You grabbed his hair, moaning when you felt his tongue press against your hard nipple, only the thin layer of lace between him and your bud, his left hand now moving back to open your bra. Once it landed on the floor, Yohan was all over you, hands massaging, squeezing, thumb pressing down on your nipple, your eyes closing as you moaned loudly, hands now in his hair, pressing him closer against your body.
“So fucking hot,” he breathed against you, before looking up – his eyes so dark, his plump lips wet and swollen, his cheeks red. He looked unreal.
Yohan moved up again, kissing you on the lips, your hands wandering down to get rid of his tie and shirt, parting from him only to let your eyes wander over his body, his broad shoulders and the muscular chest, the abs you knew he worked hard to keep. God, he was so attractive. So perfect. You bit your lip and looked up at him, almost rolling your eyes when you saw the smug smirk on his lips.
“Like what you see?” He asked, tilting his head and you scoffed, before pushing him down on the bed, catching him by surprise. His eyebrows rose as he watched you straddle him, your arms tangling around his neck, lips back to devouring his.
“So eager,” he chuckled against you, hands now on your back, the kiss soon back to passionate and desperate at the same time. You both were quick to move, his fingers opening your pants and yours doing the same – just that when he had succeeded, he was suddenly right there, two fingers sliding through your lips, making you gasp.
“Shit, baby, you’re so wet for me already. Tell me, have you been this wet ever since you saw me this morning?” Yohan grinned, fingers steadily wetting themselves in your juices before letting one slide into you, a gasp escaping you as you lifted your hips, head falling back.
“Sh-shut up,” you could just sight as you began to move your hips in the rhythm of his hand, your hands on his shoulders now. Instead of giving you a cheeky answer, he kissed your neck, sucking at the skin again sure to leave a mark. Right now, you didn’t care one bit. In fact, you would have loved to have marks of his all over your body. To remember that this had really happened.
When he added a second finger, you moaned once more, deeper this time and you quickly moved to open his pants fully too, hand slipping into them to stroke his already hard cock. You felt a wet spot at the front, your walls clenching around his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re tight, baby. Do you want my cock that bad, hm?”
Oh god, never in a million years would you have thought to like someone talking this dirty to you, but right now… you could only nod, kissing him as you began jerking him off, his breath hitching as he kissed you back, free hand in your hair, tugging on it slightly.
“Don’t think I can wait that much longer, noona,” he groaned, your thumb now pressing down on his tip, his head falling back as he let out the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.
“Fuck me then, Yohan-ah. Fuck me hard,” your eyes were determined, just as he had been earlier when he approached you, and Yohan twitched in your hand, your words obviously showing effect. He moved his head forward again, eyes narrow and full of lust – and then he turned you two around, you now on your back as he dragged down your pants and soaked panties, his own clothes following, leaving him naked in front of you. You had felt that he was big but seeing it in full bloom… you swallowed as you looked from his big cock to his face, his red, wild face that was still showing clear signs of arrogance.
“Like what you see?” He asked again and you rolled your eyes, spreading your legs wider for him.
“Less asking stupid questions, more fucking,” you said, and Yohan’s eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. But then, when suddenly his hands were on your thighs, pulling you closer to him harshly, you knew.
“I call the shots, noona. Got it?” Holy fuck. He caught you by surprise and yet you had never been hornier in your life than right there, when he finally sunk into you, his cock stretching you out perfectly – much better than any imagination. You arched your back as you let out a long deep moan, hands grabbing the sheets underneath you.
“Yeah, that’s right. Take it like the little slut you are,” he breathed as he began to move, his thrusts hard and quick from the get-go.
“F-fuck!” you exhaled as he pulled you even closer, your legs now held up by him, your eyes shut, mouth hanging wide open as your whole body shook. He made your world spin, he made your pussy scream, his cock so perfectly fitting into you, his moves somehow perfectly calculated, finding your sweet spot right away. Yohan stared down at you, admiring the way you looked, his eyes glued to your boobs at some point, licking his lips as he fucked harder into you.
“Could look at you forever, you’re so fucking sexy, noona”, he was trying to kill you, or at least that’s what it felt like. Especially when suddenly, you felt his thumb on your clit, felt the way he let a dollop of spit fall onto your pussy, his thumb gathering his spit to rub your sensitive bud.
“Y-Yohan-ah, ngh, don’t stop!” You could already feel it, feel the orgasm wanting to crash down on you harder than any orgasm had ever done before. Yohan smirked as he continued his spiel, still kneeling in front of you, cock buried so deep inside your pussy you were sure you could feel it if you pressed down on your stomach. He wasn’t going to stop. He was going to make you cum as much as he could, before finally pulling out and cumming all over your perfect tits.
“Are you gonna cum for me, noona?” His voice was so dark, and goosebumps erupted all over your body.
“Will you be a good noona and cum for me? Wanna see you cum on my cock, baby.”
And he really meant his words because right after he leaned forward, speeding up, thumb aligning with his movements, your pussy clenching over and over again – until finally you were pushed over the edge, your vision going dark completely as you shut your eyes again, waves of pleasure shooting through you.
“A-ah, Y-Yohan-ah! F-fuck, I’m- I’m cumming!” you basically screamed, your back arching off the bed, fingers cramping from how hard you were squeezing the bed sheets.
“Yes, baby, show me how good I fuck you, how good I make you cum. Fucking slut.”
You felt so dizzy. So, so dizzy when you felt the last hit, when you felt all the air leave your body, going numb the next second, stars dancing in front of your eyes.
“Shit,” Yohan moaned, feeling you pulsate around him, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, eyes back on your face and soon on your tits.
“N-nonna, gonna cum on your tits, okay?” You nodded, not able to form a single word, he had, so to speak, fucked that ability right out of you and the second you had given him the go, he groaned, pulling out and jerking off, a sight you would most definitely never forget, Kim Yohan all sweaty, glistening in the darkness, hair wet against his forehead as he shot his load all over your upper body while moaning your name over and over again.
“Y-yeah, f-fuck, cu-cumming so hard on your tits, shit, n-ngh, oh-,” his cum landed on you, and you watched him in awe, your heart speeding. How could someone be this fucking hot?
 He fell onto the bed next to you, both of you out of breath, your heartbeat loud in your ears. Slowly, you looked over at him, saw the way he pushed his sweaty bangs out of his face, chest heaving.
“Shit,” he then cursed lowly, turning his head to look at you too. You felt your heart do one of it’s strange leaps again when your gazes met, when you saw his fucked out face and the infamous grin. He then did something you did not expect – he lifted his hand and placed in on your cheek, softly caressing it. Your eyes widened a bit, obvious surprise sprawled over your face and Yohan chuckled.
“What?” His eyes wandered down to your lips and back, making you swallow.
“I- I just-“, yeah, you just…what? Hadn’t expected him to be this soft after he had just fucked the life out of you? Probably. Instead of asking again, he leaned forward, pressing his lips onto yours again, no ulterior motive, just… a sweet kiss. You let your eyes fall shut and kissed him back, hesitantly letting your hand fall on top of his. He tasted so good, so sweet and somehow minty, he tasted like spring felt on its good days – warm and comfortable. It didn’t make much sense but at the same time it all fell into place.
“We should get you cleaned up,” he whispered against your lips after a moment and you nodded, letting your eyes flutter open to look into his. Your heart really did a number on you, beating even faster when you saw the way he looked at you. There was no sign of his usual arrogant self, no sign of his smug smirk. He seemed just… calm.
 You cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, coming back into the room in the bathrobe hanging next to the shower – and suddenly feeling all of the things from before fading away. Yohan was halfway to being dressed, underwear and pants back on, shirt in his hands. He was about to leave. You knew it shouldn’t hurt as much as it did, but it wasn’t like you could help it. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.
“This was fun, noona. Felt good to finally get that out of our system, didn’t it?” He said, catching you by surprise. You raised your brows at him.
“What?”
“Well, you know. The massive sexual tension between us? Been going on for years now. But Daehyeon would have killed me if I touched you. Rivals and all that shit, you know how it goes. But today, damn, I don’t know if I was just extra horny, but I think it’s good we finally got to it.”
He finished buttoning up his shirt and turned around to look at you, grinning as if he had not just said the worst thing he possibly could. You watched as he grabbed his tie from the floor and moved to the mirror on the closet to tie it properly again.
“So… what does that mean?” Maybe it was naïve of you. To still wonder. Yohan stopped in his movement, head slowly turning back to you after a few seconds.
“This won’t happen again. Ever. This is a complete one-time thing, noona. Wasn’t that clear?” His face was stone and his voice completely unbothered. Again, you knew it shouldn’t hurt. And yet…
“Sure. Yeah, of course it was. I just- well, I guess I just wanted to make sure.” Oh, what a straight up lie. You felt yourself starting to get cold all over, felt your stupid self wanting to cry, tears already beginning to make their way into your eyes.
“Ah, noona, I know, I know. I get this a lot, but no matter how good I can fuck, I’m not doing anyone more than once. It’s just not my style, you know?” He finished tying his tie and looked over at you again. You, who was frozen in place, who felt like the biggest idiot on this earth. He walked over to the bed now, leaning forward, his hands on either side of your thighs. It caught you by surprise, but you were still glued to your spot, not able to move. He dampened his lips, before slowly moving to kiss you, his lips as soft as ever.
“Even though I must say…,” he began when he parted from you, eyelids fluttering open, “I am kind of sad we didn’t get you to suck me off, noona.”
That was it. You jumped up, making him almost fall to the floor.
“Get the fuck out!” You exhaled, pointing at the door.
“Wha-,”
“Get the fuck out, Kim Yohan, before I fucking text Daehyeon and tell him you just had sex with me, before I tell the whole fucking world you just fucked me, alright?!”
Yohan’s eyes were wide, scoffing as he mumbled something under his breath before finally walking to the door and leaving you alone.
 When you had showered while crying and ordered a new set of sheets from the reception and even when you laid in the freshly made bed and tried to distract yourself from Kim Yohan’s scent still all around you, you couldn’t help but already think about the next meeting in two months and how much you would give for him to just never show up again.
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Things that give you butterflies that seungyoun does while dating
Pairing: Seungyoun x reader
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☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷
He'd peck your cheeks before engaging you in conversation. He does it whenever you two meet up. He must kiss your cheek.
On his phone, he has "my world" under your name.
He is a fashion icon. He even takes you shopping so you can match your outfits.
When it comes to fitting rooms, however, he always enjoys makeout sessions.
When you two are alone, he enjoys drinking with you and late-night swimming in his private pool, but that's not what you're in for. He flaunts his body, and you can't help but stare at his defined features and sexy tattoos.
He'd always try to grab you in the pool and wrap you around his fingers while staring at you. Before that, he might sneak in a kiss or even a playful splash of water.
Seungyoun is particularly skilled at making you stutter. Despite him being your boyfriend, you haven't gotten used to how unpredictable he is with surprises. He'd make dinner in the most seductive outfit imaginable, with his hair down, black jeans, and a few unbuttoned buttons.
This never fails to make you fall for him more, as he looks at you content with his decision to make you flustered.
Another issue is his obsession with having you on his lap. He enjoys it whenever he is gaming or even when you want to sit, he will pull you onto his lap even if there is plenty of room to sit.
Matching rings are required. He is obsessed with matching rings with you to the point where he has collections. He remembers your finger size all the time in case he is alone and decides to buy another pair. It's a sweet gesture from him.
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seokmattchuus · 2 years
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Enough - Optional bias ver.
One, not my best but it's as good as it's gonna get. Sorry. Kinda.
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You never meant for it to get this far, but you really couldn’t help yourself.
Cheating while in a relationship wasn’t you. It wasn’t the kind of person you wanted to be. But at this point, keeping your morals was useless.
Maybe you thought that because your affair was with your best friend.
Your long-term boyfriend, Jae, just wasn’t cutting it. You never understood why he stayed with you. You never went on dates anymore. Anniversaries were just normal days. Texts and calls were rare. He just wasn’t who he used to be. Not to mention he had his fair share of using someone else.
Maybe that’s why you started falling for said best friend.
You’d always call him after arguing with Jae and one night, one thing led to another before you found yourself back at his place.
It was never a part of the plan to keep it up after the first night but something about the way he started looking at you had you coming back for more. He offered everything Jae didn’t.
You even considered leaving your sorry excuse of a boyfriend for good, but you hadn’t even seen him the past couple days to do that. Him claiming he needed “time” before seeing you again. 
Not that you were complaining. It’s not like you didn’t have someone to spend time with anyway.
And maybe that’s how you found yourself wrapped up in his arms while watching a movie on his couch.
“Do you even plan on leaving him?” His voice took your attention away from the screen and you sighed.
“I take it you weren’t even watching the movie.” You deadpanned, not ready to have this conversation for the umpteenth time.
“How can I?” He scoffed. “I’m running on borrowed time, anyway. Who knows when you’ll go back to him and I have to wait for him to throw another bitch fit in order to see you again.” He shook his head, the sounds from the television drowning out as you turned to face him. “It’s not like he’s all that faithful, either. We both know how he’s spending that ‘time’ he claims he ‘needs’.”
The words had you falling silent. Never did you think he would bring it up, especially since you both agreed not to.
“You have no right-”
“I’m just so sick of seeing you come over and knowing it’s because he pushed you away. Or because he fucked up again. Or because you can’t stand him. I hate seeing you and knowing I’m your second choice.”
“You knew it was going to be that way.” You sighed, turning to face him. “You said yourself you’d never date me, so why are you bringing this up now?”
“Because I care.” He raised his voice, moving to sit up, making you sit up as well. “I always have.” He paused. “It’s just-” He sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “A little more, now.”
It was quiet for a moment until he spoke up again.
“You know he’s with her.” He chuckled bitterly. “And you’re here with me.” He swallowed bitterly. “So why are you two even together?”
“Ho-”
You started, but got cut off as your phone started ringing, and you turned your attention to it.
“Don’t.” He said as you turned it over. “Y/n, I’m serious. Don’t.” His voice was more stern but you answered it anyway. Mostly out of spite, but also to see if he was right.
But you couldn’t even hear anything as he snatched your phone away and ended the call. You reached over but he stood up and held it away from you.
“God, you’ll always pick him, won’t you?” He raised his voice as you still tried to reach for it, nearly hitting him in the process. “You keep running back to him like he’s the only person that exists.” He continued, grabbing your wrist so he could still your movements.
Your lips folded in as a poor attempt to keep your feelings in as you blinked away the tears that were threatening to fall. The past tension plus the sudden information about Jae’s side piece hit you a little too hard and it was all getting too much.
“It’s not like that.” You spoke softly, but you knew he wasn’t lying.
And it only made you more upset.
You always did go back to him. Like he was some sort of fucked up home base for you to start over at.
“Really? Because it’s exactly like that.” He scoffed. “Why else would he tell you he needed time?” He questioned, his grip falling from your wrist. “For something he did, at that?” His voice was louder this time as his head fell back with a sarcastic laugh. “Had you not shown up early that day, who knows what you would’ve walked in on.”
You got quiet, a tear finally falling as the memory came rushing back, his words sinking in.
You’d gotten this speech a thousand times, but hearing it from him only made you feel worse.
“Why can’t you just see it?” His tone was softer now, and you couldn’t stop the rest of the tears from falling. He’d always fixed you on these kinds of nights, why was he suddenly so upset?
“If I wanted a lecture about how shitty my choice in men is, I’d ask.” You spoke lowly, your tone strained as you tried to keep a hold on your emotions. “And since you’re so sick of m-”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He cut you off. “I’m just sick of seeing you like this. And I’m sick of you saying you go back because it’s what you’ve gotten used to.” He continued. “I’ve been here longer. Have I never been something you were used to?”
The words took you by surprise and in your current mindset, you couldn’t really think about what he just said.
“It’s easy to go back because you love him.” He started as he looked down at you. “But try being with someone who loves you.”
It was quiet as his words settled between the two of you. 
“Do you mean that?” You spoke up, your tone more stable as you looked up at him.
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.” He countered, closing the space between the two of you. “So make a choice.” He said. “I can’t keep doing this.”
“And if I picked you?” You said, your eyes looking away. “What makes you so great?” 
He chuckled at the comment, his arms wrapping around your hips and pulling you flush against him. 
“I’m so great because you always run back to me.” He whispered, slowly moving in. “I’m so great because you always end up back in my bed.” He smirked, his lips stilling right before they reached yours. “I’m so great because you know deep down I’m better than he’ll ever be.”
His face tilted so he could place a kiss on your cheek before pulling away. 
“So who’s it gonna be?” 
“What do you think?” You licked your bottom lip playfully. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“But I want to hear you say it.” He said seriously. “I need to know I’m what you want.”
You looked at him and smiled slightly. 
“You are.” You said. “But I think I need a little convincing before I make my final decision.”
He scoffed lightly.
“You just love playing with me, don’t you?” He tsked as he pulled away. “You know that never ends well, right?” 
“Oh, shut up.” You chuckled before grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer so you could finally kiss him.
It didn’t take long before the kiss deepened and he was carrying you towards his bedroom and sitting down so you were straddling him.
His hands slowly slid around your sides to the hem of your shirt, slightly playing with it before pulling away so he could slide it over you. Once it was gone, he wasted no time in getting rid of your bra, a small gasp leaving you as his cold hands made contact with your chest.
“You’re always so sensitive.” He smirked as he looked at you.
“And you’re always so talkative.” You bit back, another gasp leaving you as he pinched your nipple.
“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” He smiled. “You love it when I don’t shut up.”
His hands pulled away and moved their focus to your hips, slightly pushing them against his own.
“After all, you’re the one who says you love my dirty talk.” He smiled cheekily before leaning into your chest to press small kisses against you, his hand moving from your hip to the button of your shorts, easily undoing it while his lips moved to your nipple. 
Your hips didn’t need his guidance as they were moving on their own against him. Your hands moved on their own accord as well, one settling on his shoulder while the other tangled itself in his hair.
“We don’t need this tonight,” You bit your lip as you let your head fall back. As good as it felt, you really couldn’t handle it right now.
“But I want to.” He whispered against you. “You chose me, after all. I wanna make it worth it.”
“Now is not the time for an ego thing.” You chuckled. “Just fuck me already.”
“So snappy.” He playfully sighed before moving to lay you down so he was on top. 
“That’s why you like me, no?” You smiled up at him as he slid your shorts off.
Your comment got a small laugh in response as he then worked on getting rid of your underwear. He didn’t say anything as he knelt between your legs, his hands slowly spreading your thighs before gently sliding up, just to come back down.
“Don’t tease,” You looked away, suddenly feeling shy in front of him.
“Don’t.” He whispered, his voice coaxing you to look back at him. “I want to see you.”
You licked your lips as you watched him place small kisses along the span of your legs, nipping slightly as he got closer before pulling away entirely.
“God, you’re such a tease,” You groaned as he grabbed the hem of his shirt, quickly pulling it over him. “I hate you,” 
“You won’t be saying that soon.” He snickered, starting on the button of his jeans.
Once his own clothes were gone, it wasn’t long before he pulled you flush against him, your legs lightly wrapped around his waist.
“I’ve always wondered what it was like to fuck you off a time limit.” He licked his lips as he ran his tip down your slit, slowly pushing it in. “You don’t have to leave, and I don’t have to rush,” He continued, slowly pushing in deeper. “You’re all mine for tonight.” He whispered as he bottomed out.
You wanted to make a comment about the ego thing but got cut off as he quickly pulled back just to snap his hips into yours. The pleasure making you forget whatever you wanted to say.
His hands grabbed onto your legs, lightly moving them from his waist and spread them out, the new feeling making your eyes close. It wasn’t long before your eyes had screwed themselves shut as the pace he set left you
“No.” He shook his head, a small smirk playing at his lips as he gripped your chin to force you to look at him. “Look at me.” He said simply. “I want you to see who’s fucking you.” He whispered as he leaned in to press a kiss to the side of your neck.
“I want you to know that it’s me making you feel like this.” He said before pressing another kiss. “That he can’t ever make you feel this good.” He chuckled softly. “Because if he could,” He softly bit down on your sweet spot. “We both know you wouldn’t be here.”
You hated that he was right, but you really weren’t in the position to fight back when he knew how to fuck you just right. 
“Tell me.” He smirked. “Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you.”
"I love it so much," You whined as your eyes narrowed when he leaned back up, his hand reaching out to rub your clit. "Fuck, please don't stop,"
He watched as you fell apart, part of him not sure if he wanted to give into you that easily. He decided on slowing his pace, both in his hips and his hand, scoffing at the loud groan you let out.
"You think that's enough to make it up to me?" His tone holding something different as everything came to a complete stop. "I'm here giving you what you want but what about me?"
"I'll break up with him, I swear." You swallowed as your eyes stayed on his.
You weren't lying. Truth be told, you were, in fact, sick of his shit.
"We can go get my stuff from his place tomorrow and I'll never even think about him again." Your voice wavered as his fingers started up again. "It's you." You whined. "It's always been you."
With that, he started up again. The confirmation that you were actually picking him for once being more than enough to settle the score in his head.
"Shit," He groaned as he watched your hand reach out for his arm, your nails digging into him as your legs started shaking. "Go ahead, baby." He grunted as he felt you clench around him, his own hips stuttering as you finally came undone.
He pulled out as soon as your high hit, using your daze to catch you off guard as his head found a place between your thighs. Your hands attached themselves to his hair, desperately trying to push him away, only for his arms to wrap around your thighs.
"Nuh-uh, baby," He pulled away to whisper, his lips pressing light kisses to the inside of your thigh.
"I'm going to be the only thing you think about tonight."
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seokka0o · 1 year
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I think I'm kinda feeling Nostalgic about my obsessed with x1 era... so any thoughts about wooseok? Idk, dont even judge me
I don't even have that right my dear friend. Let me see. Wooseok looks like he's a great kisser, not for nothing but since Twenty Twenty he's lived for free in my mind, he's daring, he knows how to take initiatives, not to mention that I'm sure he tastes like candy. Wooseok is very clingy, likes to wrap you in his arms and kiss you for hours on end, share slow and long sessions, in complete silence and if possible under half light, he appreciates calmer atmospheres where he can have you and kiss at will
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Welcome to the whorehouse!
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Hello! My name is Lana. You can also call me Kitty!
I’m 19 and have been into kpop since 2019!
I use any and all pronouns,but i prefer they/them!
I’m Genderfluid, Polyamorous, bisexual and panromantic!
I write poems and occasionally post them on my main! @hikaru-lana 
This is a sideblog; @hikaru-lana​ is my main, it is sfw only, and not kpop related
I also have an AO3 account it's username is Hikaru_Lana_1
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Masterlist 
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I’ll be writing mostly drabbles or headcanons. I will also do MtL. Fics are to be posted on Ao3, and are member/member only. You can ask for a member of one group with a member of another. Both or All members of groups requested have to be on my writing list. Otherwise your request will be deleted and ignored.
This is a smut blog, so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
I will be writing the most about Cravity but i’ll also write for other groups i stan! 
The groups/soloists i will currently write for are 
Mirae,
Drippin,
Cravity,
X1,
Onewe,
Oneus,
Victon,
Kingdom (Including Chiwoo),
Ravn,
The Boyz.
Drabbles are for 02 and older! 
I will listen to your thoughts/headcanons for 04, but only if their birthday has passed this year!
!! I WILL NOT WRITE FOR 05 AND YOUNGER! THEY ARE MINORS. I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU ASK FOR ANYTHING ABOUT A MINOR. !!
Occasionally i will talk about other groups i stan, but this does not mean i will write for or about them!
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Things i will not write under any circumstance:
Rape or full Non-Con
Explicit things about minors
Abuse
Scat/Piss play
Body horror
Incest 
Necrophilia
Asking for any of these will get you blocked.
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Other than that everything is free to ask about! 
Come talk with me! I don’t bite (hard)!
Enjoy your time here!
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Current anons: 🐧 anon 🍪 anon (Claim an anon symbol now!)
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colorfuleclipse · 1 year
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 + 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘦
genre; smut
word count ; almost 400
warnings ; hair pulling kink duh, mention of minhee with ugly green hair LMAO, indication of minhee with a praise kink, mention of drugs (as an analogy)
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if there was one thing about minhee that always remained the same it was his hair. though not the color, not the style, not even the length; it was the way it felt in your hands.
no matter when or where or how hard or how lightly you pulled on his hair it was always the same soft feeling, the type of feeling that made you weak in the knees and made him let out a shaky breath.
it always tempted you, the way it frames his face so perfectly that you can’t help but stare. from short and black to long and blonde to honey brown to muted pink; it never looked bad, hell he could probably dye it the ugliest green you’ve ever seen and still manage to pull it off.
he wouldn’t admit it out loud but he loves the feeling of your fingertips against his scalp, whether it’s brushing it out of his face or mindlessly braiding it; but he always has one goal when it comes to your hands in his hair.
since the first time you tugged on his hair during sex he aims for your hands to find their way to his head every time you get intimate. it fuels him to do more, like a silent praise that motivates him to make you feel good.
tug on his hair while his head is between your legs and he’ll lean in closer like he’s suddenly starving, pull on it when you’re making out and he’s slipping his tongue into your mouth without giving you a moment to breathe, or when he’s inside you? good luck walking tomorrow.
like a drug he dives in deeper every time he feels that pull on his head, the feeling haunting him during even the most mundane tasks such as washing his hair or moving it out of his way. suddenly he’s plagued by the craving for your touch, like going through withdrawal he can’t stand being away from it for too long. 
running your hands through minhee’s hair is like digging your own grave and when he tries to get you to pull at his hair in pleasure; rest assured he’ll get what he wants. 
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odxrilove · 8 months
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BIRTHDAY BOY
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PAIRING: mingyu x f!reader
GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers, bday party!au? kinda confession!au, uni!au but not really mentionned
WARNINGS: , flirting, swearing, alchohol, drinking, one mention of being high (not yn or seventeen), etc typical party stuff, game of truth or dare, minghao is annoying x1 (jk), yn gets jealous a bit, yn and mingyu are in love ewwww, huge make-out session (borderline smut...) (JKKK. or am i), lots of tension + more?
WC: +8.1k
SYNOPSIS: It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, and Hoshi lets something out under the influence of alcohol. Apparently, you have two gifts prepared for him– completely throwing out the one-gift tradition your friend group strictly follows. However, Hoshi’s a liar — and a bad one at that — but it’s already too late. Even though Mingyu knows he’s supposed to be excited about all the gifts he’s receiving tonight, he’s (not so surprisingly) only interested in everything you’re giving him.
A/N: thank u so so much to sara the loml pookie bear (@4xiaojun) for reading it so many times over the past few months and hyping me up ! i couldnt have finished this fic if it wasnt for u ily bae !!!! &&& rec song - i dont understand but i luv u by seventeen 
FIC TAGLIST: @etherealyoungk @simpforyongbokk @luvhyun3 @nhularin @matchahyuck @graybaeismytae @mark-geolli @esloao @jaklvbub @sukistrawberry @raggedypansexual
back to masterlist !
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“Having fun?”
The music is loud, resonating off the walls and making your ears ring. But even if you barely hear your own thoughts over the noise, mingyu’s smooth voice fills your ears.
You change your weight from one foot to another, bringing the red cup to your lips and taking a sip of your drink. The alcohol isn’t cold anymore and you slightly grimace at the way it burns your throat when you decide to empty your cup. You pull the cup away from your mouth, bumping it deliberately against his before crossing your arms and looking up at him.
“Yeah. Even more so now that you’re here.”
His already pretty smile widens and his little vampire teeth appear as he throws his head back to laugh. Your mind is hazy from the alcohol and you’re a bit tipsy, glossy eyes staring at his neck. You always thought mingyu’s skin was so pretty.
Mingyu takes a look around the room before focusing on you again, leaning with his shoulder on the wall next to you. He’s tall and looking down at you, it makes you smile a little.
His heart beats in his chest at the sight of your cherry lips, still wet from the drink. He doesn’t think he’s seen you wearing this lip color before, recounting all the times you came to hangouts wearing anything else than lip balm. The color suits you though, he thinks.
Unconsciously, his eyes wander to your cup before landing on the white plastic rim, the red trace of your lip gloss making him shudder.
The glint in your eyes is mischievous when he makes eye contact with you again. He sees you looking him up and down and he has to yell at his own mind when certain thoughts enter his head. He can sense how you fill up with pride at the sight of him wearing the watch you just gifted him, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
“You’re already wearing it?” your body turns to him a bit and he leans down even more at the same time, faces centimeters away from each other. He lifts his hand up with a grin, pushing his shirt sleeves up his arms even more when he notices you eyeing them.
This time, you smile so big Mingyu almost awes at the sight. You force yourself to stop smiling and look away but your happiness can be heard through your slightly playful voice. “The others wouldn’t be happy to hear that, y’know?”
Mingyu wiggles his fingers and flexes his arm, making you giggle and uncross your arms in the process. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s my favorite gift.”
He tilts his head to the side, ruffling his styled hair with his ring-clad hands. Mingyu isn’t much of a ring-wearer but when he does, it fills your stomach with butterflies– not that that doesn’t happen on a daily basis.
“Who said the others have to know?” His stare makes you feel weak, knees almost buckling under you. You lean back on the wall for support, something he definitely catches up onto with the way he smirks. “Let’s say this is our little secret, yeah?”
You blush when you realize he’s, again, wearing the rings you gifted him months prior for secret santa.
Mingyu turns to lean against the wall with his back, facing the crowd as he lets himself drown into the loud music and the warmth your body radiates, shoulders touching. Your friend crouches down a bit, legs stretching on the ground and head close to your neck. With a sigh, he plops his head on your shoulder, turning to hide against you. He grabs your hips and holds his arm around your waist, audibly whining against your neck.
You nod silently, picking at the rim of your cup. From how close the two of you are, Mingyu can count your lashes, admire your face and the way your lips curl into a smile when you see your friends having fun on the other side of the room.
His breath tickles your skin and you realize mingyu’s just as tipsy as you are.
“You know what Hoshi told me?” he starts off, voice small and softer than usual. You guess he’s a bit tired from partying all night. It’s only a few seconds later that you look at him, smiling and humming when he silently waits for an answer. “He said you had a second gift for me.”
The man, who’s supposed to be 6.1ft tall, seems to shrink even more at your question, pouting and eyebrows furrowing. He glares at you before his eyes turn soft, hugging your body from the side. “You know I didn’t mean it like that~” His voice is slurry and you laugh at him, patting his head and passing your fingers through his hair.
Ah Hoshi, he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t go around spilling secrets and creating drama. You avert your eyes, suddenly finding the fabric of Mingyu’s shirt very interesting. “Is the watch not enough for you? ‘didn’t know you would be so greedy, gyu.”
You nod again, fixing a few strands of hair on top of his head. “I like your hair like this.”
“Yeah? You think I’m handsome?”
Mingyu abruptly gets up, rolling his shoulders back to stand up straighter. He lets out a mix between a gasp and a chuckle before turning towards a mirror near where you’re leaning against the wall. He passes his hand through his hair, going over the spots you didn't touch and paying extra attention to not mess up the ones you previously styled as he smiles. Suddenly, his tone turns confident as he examines himself in the glass, winking and adjusting the sleeves of his shirt.
You try your best to keep a straight face but the alcohol in your system makes it a difficult task. “Of course, you’re always handsome.”
Mingyu seems to light up at your words, a big smile on his face as he returns to where you are, choosing to lean against the wall on your other side. You know he’s up to something with the way he looks at you but you don’t question it– he’s mainly harmless so you have nothing to worry about.
To Mingyu's surprise, you don’t deny it. 
He taps his pointer finger on his chin, pursing his lips and giggling, “Could it be that you’re flirting with me?”
He swears he can see a teasing look in your eyes before it quickly disappears, making him gulp. He can’t even question you about it more before you’re intertwining your fingers together, holding his hand close and walking away from the wall. Mingyu feels like a puppy following his owner, tail wagging and tongue lolling out as he watches you drag him to the other room, discarding your empty cup on a random counter.
With a loud sigh, you plop down next to the armrest, dragging Mingyu down with you, squishing his big body between Hoshi and you. He looks at you and pouts as you let your head fall back on the couch, closing your eyes for a few seconds as the loud music resonates off the walls. 
When the two of you enter the living room, you’re not even surprised to see some of your friends gate-keeping the couches, seemingly playing a drinking game. Hoshi is one of the drunker ones and you walk past him to get to the bigger couch, ruffling his hair as he stares with empty eyes at a framed photo hung up on the wall. He’s still out of it so you quickly scratch the underside of his chin with your nails and he perks up, immediately scooting over to give you and Mingyu some space on the couch.
You feel Mingyu’s hand resting on your forearm, slowly dragging up and down as he intensely watches goosebumps rise up on your arm. When Hoshi seems to get dragged into a conversation between Joshua and Seungkwan, voices fill the room and you joyfully listen, letting Mingyu take your hand in his. 
His skin feels soft against yours and his thumb draws circles on the back of your hand. You turn towards him, leaning further against the armrest as he smiles at you. He’s cute you think, he’s always been cute. 
And then Mingyu brings your intertwined hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of your hand delicately and smiling into the sweet kiss.
His eyes sparkle, the party lights making him shine. His hair is ruffled from the many hugs he received from his friends and his cheeks are rosy from the alcohol.
Suddenly, it feels like you two are the only ones there, like there aren’t dozens of partygoers stumbling around Mingyu’s apartment. It’s weird, how you stare at each other in absolute delight, ignoring everyone around you as if Seungcheol wasn’t calling out both your names for a game of truth or dare.
It’s Mingyu who first snaps out of it, having been elbowed in the ribs by Hoshi next to him. He grumbles in pain but lifts himself off the couch anyways, extending his hand out to you and winking at you. You laugh and place your hand in his, his warmth sending shivers over your spine. 
Mingyu hoists you up from the couch and immediately wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you so close to him that your free hand lands on his chest. He tilts his head slightly and comes closer, mouth inches away from your ear. 
“I’m happy you came. Thank you.”
Mingyu pulls back with a slight blush on his cheeks, the tip of his ears read. A shy smile covers his lips and for a moment you’re not sure if you’re able to speak. You shallow and find your vocabulary again, thoughts racing in your mind. 
When you speak up, eyes locked into his, Mingyu thinks he could pass out from the sugary sweet tone in your voice. 
“I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.”
With a silent nod of his head in the direction of the hallway towards his friends, you put your hand in his again and lead the way, zigzagging between guests. 
“So, you really made out with that girl during summer camp? There’s no way that’s true.”
Laughter fills the room as you once again find yourself in the living room with Mingyu and his closest friends. At first, you had all followed one of the guys to the kitchen for a game of truth or dare until one of the partygoers threw up right on the stark white kitchen tiles, pausing the game and consequently pushing the group back to the sacred couches. 
Jun yells at Dino, hitting the latter on the shoulder and downing his drink. The younger one cackles, teasing Jun more for his confession. “Shut up, dickhead. I’m not saying anything else, just know that she was the one who initiated it.” 
His answer doesn’t convince Dino in the slightest and he just continues to laugh, falling backwards on the beanbag he’s currently occupying.
Mingyu’s laugh fills your ears, the joyful sound bringing a smile to your lips. You’re sitting right next to him again, but this time with your back to the armrest, one leg dangling off the couch and the other one blocked under the latter. Your heel digs into the skin of your thigh and unfortunately for you, it’s starting to feel like you have pins and needles in your legs.
You openly wince at the prickly sensation and squirm around, trying to release your hurt leg as you support yourself on the armrest, your feet on the floor slipping. Even with all the laughter and noise in the room– and Hoshi’s sudden barking, Mingyu notices and turns to you with worried eyes. You’re pouting without knowing it and he finds it hard to stare away from your lips, forcing himself to help instead.
What you didn’t expect however, was for him to pull your legs over his, in his lap, after you sat back down. You can feel your face heating up and you’re sure that your ears are full on red at this point. Mingyu knows the effect his action had on you, smirking while pretending like he’s absorbed by the current conversation– or more so an argument between Seungkwan and Dino about who used to have the best math grades in high school.
A gentle hand places itself on the side of your knee, helping you lift your leg as he guides you up with his other hand on your waist, respectfully and only after your nod of affirmation.
The boy continues to act like nothing is going on, seeming calm while his heart beats loudly in his chest. There is so much going on, the music resonating off the walls and friendly banter in the background, but Mingyu’s only focus is on the way your breath hitches when he hoists one of your legs up in his lap. He grabs onto your ankle, near the strap of your high heel and your leg soon joins the other one in his lap.
Mingyu’s being careful with his movements, unsure if he’s crossing a boundary or not– unsure if he just ruined one of his best friendships just because his heart couldn’t keep itself in check. But then you grin, eyes sparkling wide and radiant as you look at his hand on your ankle.
It’s a silent game of back and forth– Mingyu’s looking at you to see your reaction and you avoid his gaze, knowingly, to stare at his pretty hand running up and down your calf. Mingyu knows you would have said something if you disapproved of his action but he’s still feeling like a high school boy with a crush on someone for the first time, worrying about every small thing.
On the other hand, you are glowing, happiness and excitement radiating off you. You feel weird, butterflies erupting in your stomach as if you weren’t already aware of how much Mingyu could affect you– how he could make you fall in love with him over and over again.
Actually, if he thinks about it, he is a boy with a crush on someone– you, just not as a high school boy anymore since he graduated long ago.
You snap out of your little bubble, again, and for once you are grateful for Joshua. Because you’re almost hundred percent sure Mingyu was starting to trace hearts on your thigh. And you certainly didn’t know how much longer you could survive his constant flirting.
When your eyes lock, there’s a look and nod of agreement between you. And then his hand is on your upper thigh, thumb brushing circles on your skin.
“Truth or dare! Yn and Mingyu, you two are playing this round!”
Even with the guys’ screaming in the background, you hold eye contact with him for a little bit longer, just in time to see his eyebrows relax and his gaze soften before you’re diverting your eyes. 
“Isn’t truth or dare something you play in middle school?” You tease your friends, trying to lift yourself off the couch to sit up straighter so that other people can join and use the couch. Before you can do so and pull your legs off Mingyu’s lap, he stops you with a hand on your knee, looking at you with furrowed brows.
“Cmon Yn, truth or dare is a classic. Even us oldies have to play it once in a while!” Dino exclaims, unaware of the sudden tension rising from your couch.
A loud slap is heard before Dino winces, turning around to face the culprit as Scoups menacingly points at him, “Ya! Who are you calling old!” They continue to argue for a bit, with Dino calling the oldest, well, old and Scoups pushing the youngest off the beanbag and on the floor.
Normally, you would have paid more attention to it, the friendly banter bringing you much joy, but this time your mind is focused on something else.
If Mingyu tried to talk to you right now, you would barely be able to hear it over the loud music, but he doesn’t talk to you, his gaze tells you enough. “Don’t” is what you understand he’s trying to say and you let out a deep breath. He’s still staring at you, hand still on your knee and his eyes seem to be pleading you to stay.
At that moment, you realize you could probably never say no to Mingyu.
So you set your legs back down in his lap, readjusting your dress so that you don’t flash everybody. When Mingyu realizes you decided to stay, he sends you a big smile, teeth on display. And when he smiles at you like that, you would trade every couch in the damn world to see it a bit longer. You don’t even care anymore about the other party goers who might have wanted to join the game, Mingyu and you clearly taking up the whole couch, with a drunk Dk squished to Mingyu’s right side.
“Hey lovebirds! We said you two are playing, pay attention instead of staring at each other!” 
The game in itself isn’t that bothersome– your friends are mainly having fun, bickering and throwing each other under the bus when it comes to revealing not so important secrets. It’s pretty entertaining to watch and you take pleasure in it, but you can’t concentrate fully on Jeonghan’s story about how he saw his high school math teacher and science teacher, both married with kids, making out together in the science lab ten years prior. And all that because of the eyes boring into the side of your head. 
You huff when you still feel his eyes on you after Woozi downed his drink, poking Mingyu in the ribs. A quiet yelp leaves his mouth and you smirk, triumphantly, crossing your arms proudly, chin high. 
That is until Minghao turns towards you, pinky lifting from his glass and pointing your way. “Yn, truth or dare?” 
Your cheeks grow hot, being caught off guard as you sink into the armrest of the couch. You take a moment to think. You know Minghao isn’t the type to completely humiliate you if you decided to choose dare, he’s actually rather laidback with you, but you also remember accidentally spilling his last cup of his favorite tea right on his lap when you all went to visit his new apartment a week prior. And since Minghao’s pretty protective of his tea, you’d prefer to avoid walking right into the cage of a wild and unpredictable animal. 
And as the red-haired boy looks at you, waiting for your answer with a slight smirk on his face, you’re sure you made the right choice. 
“Truth. I don’t want to leave this place covered in a mix of glitter and cereal or something.” 
Truth it is. And could Truth possibly do even any harm?
Minghao hums, taking a last sip of his drink before finally speaking up. “Wise choice. Or not. Yn, of all the people in this room, who’s the guy you’re crushing on?” 
Okay, so apparently Truth can do a lot of harm. 
Your eyes widen, your mouth falling open in sock as everyone turns to look at you, some whispering between themselves and some even giggling. 
You definitely did not think this through enough. 
Mighao tilts his head a bit and you don’t waste a second more before you’re reaching forward to grab your shot glass off the table, “Pass”. In your haste, you forget that you’re basically sitting sideways on the couch and that you don’t have any support under you as you move your upper body off the couch, eventually losing balance and falling forward. 
But before you can hit the coffee table with full force, an arm snakes around your waist, holding you up and bringing you back on the couch. Mingyu’s hand is holding onto your hip firmly, his fingers dipping into the fabric of your dress. 
There’s a sudden silence as your friends look from you to Mingyu, then back to you. You turn your head towards your ‘savior’ and directly make eye-contact, the close position and the strong scent of his cologne making you dizzy. 
Your face heats up, again, and you quickly grab your glass from the table, downing it and returning to your seat, hands clasped tightly together. Minghao eyes the now empty shot glass and chuckles, “Hiding something?” 
You glare at him, “It’s one question only, Minghao.” You forgot sometimes how infuriatingly teasing he can be. 
The next round of truth and dare goes more smoothly, nobody’s falling to the ground and there are no questions regarding anyone’s love life– if you don’t take into account Joshua asking Hoshi if his sister is still single. 
You don’t know how much time passes but you feel at ease on the black couch, leaning the side of your head against the backrest as you continue to enjoy the nice and friendly atmosphere. The guys have now changed to another game in a smaller group, while the others thought it was a good idea to start playing Mario Kart.
The music changes to a slower genre when the clock hits 2am and you decide that maybe it’s time to get another drink, the alcohol leaving your system a bit too soon for your liking.
With a sudden boost of energy, you swing your legs off Mingyu’s lap and stand up, kneeling down to stack the empty shot glasses and bring them with you to the kitchen. While you’re doing so, you feel a tug at the bottom of your dress. Mingyu pulls the hem of your dress down as you lean over and he makes sure no one can sneak a glance under your short  outfit. 
You turn to him with difficulty, the stacked shot glasses in your hands and your heels almost knocking over a plastic cup on the ground. Mingyu looks up at you, hair brushed back and arm resting on the back of the couch. He waits for you to speak and you smile softly. “Want a drink?” 
The corners of his mouth turn up and he gets up from the couch, taking the shot glasses from your hands. “I’ll go with you, if that’s ok.” 
You nod, and almost notice the faint blush on Mingyu’s cheek, “Of course.”
The music is still playing through the heavy speakers in each corner of the room, the lights of the TV casts a colorful glow over Mingyu’s living room and the chatter of every party goer doesn’t go unnoticed as you two make your way out of the room, stepping over the many empty cups on the wooden floor and into the less crowded hallway.
There aren’t really a lot of people in the hallway, but most of them are walking from one room to another, making it a hassle to peacefully cross the hallway without bumping into someone. It’s loud and the people occupying the little space aren’t exactly making it easy to enter the kitchen. 
Mingyu sees the mess before you do, taking all the shot glasses in one hand and grabbing your hand with the other. His back is creating a wall between you and the ‘danger’ in the hallway, and before you know it, Mingyu’s pushing forward, bumping into drunk party goers to make it through. He quickly creates a path, one that is safe to take as he pushes away the cups and beer bottles on the ground away and to the side, craning his arm so that you’re close to his back and following him.
When a very drunk– and probably high, guy stumbles out of a random room and directly into Mingyu’s shoulder, the shot glasses nearly fall to the floor, earning a panicked gasp from the owner. The guy doesn’t even bother to say sorry, looking past the both of you with a dead gaze as he tumbles forward, weak legs bringing him to the living room.
You whip your head around, smelling the awful stench coming from the guy and bring your hand up to cover your mouth. When he’s out of sight, you sneak one last glance to where he disappeared off to and tsks. “Asshole.” 
Mingyu’s laugh brings your eyes back to him, puzzled. He just squeezes your hand, sending you a smile over his shoulder. 
As you two finally arrive at your destination, the kitchen, your eyes widen in horror. It seems that there are even more people in the small kitchen than in the living room, which is already crowded enough. There’s not even enough space to navigate properly, people choosing to squeeze themselves between other people to get to the exit, spilling bits of their newly-filled drink. You hear Mingyu sigh– the cleanup the morning after is gonna be a tough one.
“Hey, why don’t you wait for me here? I’ll go in alone and come back with the drinks.” Mingyu turns to you, the shot glasses carefully leaning against his chest. 
Mingyu watches as you glance around the hallway and then around him, into the kitchen. You bite your lip, showing you’re becoming a bit anxious and he furrows his eyebrows. His smile quickly falters, showing concern right away. “You okay?” 
You look up at him as he turns fully towards you, almost blocking the doorway to the kitchen. You pass your hands over your dress, flattening out the non-existent wrinkles. “Yeah, it’s just starting to feel a bit too stuffy in here..”
Mingyu hums, raising his head to look at the end of the hallway, where the door to the balcony is situated. When he returns his gaze to you, he tilts his head cutely, licking his lips. “You wanna wait by the balcony? I told the guests not to go on there too much so that i won’t get a noise complaint from the neighbors. I think it’s safe if you go there.” 
With a smile, you nod at Mingyu, “yeah, that would be great. Thanks.” You place one of your hands on the wall next to the kitchen before leaning in so he hears you better over the music. “Don’t die in there by the way! We haven’t even gone to Iceland yet like we planned to years ago– it would be a waste for you to miss out on our extravagant bucket list, right?”
Mingyu’s laugh fills your ears, the sound making you smile from ear to ear. “C’mon, who do you take me for? Seok– Oh sorry.” Mingyu cuts himself off, lifting his two hands in the air with one still holding all the shot glasses. The girl, who just bumped into Mingyu, and who you recognize as one of your classmates from your major, pushes her hair behind her ear, blushing at your friend. 
Before she leaves, she mumbles a few words, but the music is way too loud for you to make out what it was, and then she’s gone. 
You don’t pay too much attention to it, as does Mingyu, who’s already back to look at you. It’s not the first and certainly not the last time someone is going to bump into one of you two at his party. 
“Sorry, what were you saying?” You turn back to Mingyu, crossing your arms and making the silver necklace you’re currently wearing shine even more under the flashy led lights. 
“Ah, sweetheart, you never listen do you?” Mingyu brings his free hand up to your jaw, tapping on the underside of your chin with his index finger. “I said, you need to stop biting your lips when you’re nervous. They’re too pretty for that.” 
You can’t speak, your entire vocabulary having left your body. His hand then turns to cup the underside of your jaw, his thump grazing over your bottom lip, ultimately smudging a bit of your lipgloss. Your mouth falls open a bit at the shock but he doesn’t stop. “A pretty color.. for pretty lips. Suiting.” His thumb sweeps one last time over your lip before he retreats into the kitchen. 
“Wait for me by the balcony, I'll grab our drinks for us.” 
— 
The temperature outside is completely different from the stuffy warmth inside the small apartment, the cold breeze making you shiver. You’re not a fan of the winter, or the cold in general, but when it’s almost 3am and your cheeks are red from being around Mingyu, the weather is probably the only thing keeping you sane. 
You think it’s captivating outside– how the moon shines and provides you enough light, how the silence from nature and the muffled sounds from the party mix together, how the wind blows your hair around and makes you tremble. You like it all.
There’s a calming atmosphere around it. You don’t feel as edgy as before and you mentally thank Mingyu for allowing you to use his sacred space for your own benefit. 
If you truly think about it, you had come to the party with no real intentions, but as the night goes by, you find yourself yearning for more. 
You find yourself yearning for Mingyu. You suppose it’s not entirely a bad thing– it’s also not the first time. 
You’re leaning over the balcony railing, looking down to the street at the foot of his apartment building. The concrete tiles are darker than usual, and wet– you were too absorbed by the party to even notice it was raining outside. The water droplets on the railing are cold against the skin of your forearms but you just clench your jaw through it. In a way, it wakes you up.
Your eyes are closed as you hum to the melodies of the pop song playing inside, chin propped up on your palm. You don’t know how long you rest your eyes, but you missed Mingyu’s voice when he opens the door to the balcony, stepping out of the apartment and smiling your way.
“Sleepy?” You just tilt your head, eyes still closed. You do turn towards him as you feel his presence behind you. 
You realize Mingyu always smiles when he’s looking at you and butterflies race in your stomach. 
Your hands are on the slippery metal railing as you lean back against it, the water droplets staining the lower back of your dress. It’s cold against your skin and you shiver, suddenly, and Mingyu notices, immediately stepping closer to you. 
“Just a bit out of energy.” 
Mingyu closes the balcony door behind him, swiftly setting down the two newly-filled plastic cups on a wobbly garden table in the corner and joining you. He stands in front of you, hands in his pockets and smirking down at you. You gulp, feeling like his prey. 
“Why’s that?” His tone doesn’t show an ounce of concern. Probably because he knows he has nothing to worry about. 
You’re not a jealous person, truly. You’re relatively confident when it comes to your relationships and friendships and have never deemed it necessary to throw a tantrum about your partner and who he talks to. To be fair, your last relationship was quite a while ago, but you still stand by your own beliefs. 
So, feeling a tiny bit of jealousy creep up when your classmate– the one who had previously bumped into Mingyu– walked up to him in the kitchen and laid her perfectly manicured hand on his bicep was an entirely new thing for you. 
You had even questioned yourself if you had the right to be jealous. You and Mingyu weren’t even together! 
The fact that you could watch what was happening right from your spot on the balcony didn’t help you either– your curious self being unable to stop watching while your mind was telling you to think about happy moments– aka moments where Mingyu showed he was definitely more interested in you than in the party or your classmate. 
So even though the little angel on your shoulder tried to avert your eyes from the crime scene, the manipulation play from the little devil on your other shoulder was a bit too convincing for your liking. In conclusion, you found yourself staring at the entire event. 
Frankly, nothing happened. On Mingyu’s part at least. The girl however, let’s say she was just trying to get to know him (a lie you’re definitely not telling yourself to keep calm).
Honestly, you weren’t paying much attention at first. It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, of course people will go up to him and congratulate him. But when the girl– you honestly don’t even remember her name– leaned towards him and put her hand on his chest, on the same spot where your hand had been moments prior, you knew this was more than a simple “happy birthday!”. 
Was it foul to only remember the way Mingyu’s smile seemed fake, the way he slowly backed away from her presence, and the way he rushed back to you? If it was, you couldn’t care less.
The two drinks he brought back were still sitting on the old table, untouched as if forgotten. 
Mingyu’s a bit too close for your liking. You can probably start counting his lashes– or the sparkles in his eyes. But when you open your mouth to joke, so that the tension could leave your body, Mingyu interrupts you and gets even closer. 
His tone is serious but you know he’s enjoying this, the corner of his mouth tilting up. “Were you jealous?” 
You hate how good Mingyu knows you, and you hate the effect he currently has on you, even though you would normally bathe in it. 
You know he knows, so there’s really no need to lie. Even more so when one of the reasons why he rushed back to you was because your eyes met when he was getting your drinks, and he saw you biting your lip. And you know now he doesn’t like it when you do that. 
You lean back against the railing even more, the metal digging into your skin as your heart starts to speed up. Your sudden shyness doesn’t waver his interest in the slightest and he only takes a step forward, backing you up against the railing. 
“What are you going to do if I say I was?” 
At that, Mingyu chuckles, looking to the side before hanging his head down. When he looks at you again, his hand finds its way to your cheek and he carefully brushes over the blush adorning your skin. 
The only thing you hear is a small ‘cute’ uttered under his breath before he retracts his hand and puts both of them on the railing behind you, trapping you between him and the end of the balcony.
Mingyu caught you, literally, and there’s not much you can do to stop him from getting what he wants. So you opt the easy way out, speaking the truth. “I was jealous, yeah. For the first time ever actually.” 
His smile grows even wider. “Do you love me that much, darling?” 
You don’t give him an answer this time, because you know he’s not really waiting for one. He knows and that’s enough for him, now. He also doesn’t really have the correct mindset to play this game with you at his party. The few glasses of alcohol you both took earlier are probably a bit at fault too. 
You clear your throat and he speaks up again, voice a bit rougher than earlier. “I guess Hoshi didn’t lie when he told me you liked me that much that you would have prepared two gifts for me.”
“You know Hoshi almost always lies.” You let go of the railing, hands finding their way to Mingyu’s waist, fiddling with his leather belt.  
You hear him inhale sharply, looking up to the sky for a short moment before focusing on you again, and definitely not on your hands. 
To fight back against the aggressive butterflies causing havoc in his stomach, Mingyu pulls you towards him, one hand on your lower back and the other one squeezing the fat at your hip. He’s in total control, and he’s confident about it too– you couldn’t even blame him for it. 
“Oh, almost always? So he’s not lying this time?” Mingyu leans down again, faces inches away from each other, to the point where you could just close the distance between the two of you with a small movement of the head. “Because I do think there’s some truth to it, sweetheart.” 
Your hair swings in the wind, and even though it’s cold, you want to stay with Mingyu as long as possible. His body feels warm under your fingertips and you almost gasp when he pushes you against the railing, his hand protecting your lower back from digging into the cold, wet metal. 
A short silence fills the air and you don’t know what to do except look away, your face growing hotter and hotter with every minute. Mingyu doesn’t talk either, too busy staring down at you. He makes a mental list in his head of all the things he loves about you, adoring you with his eyes while the music inside resonates from the glass door. 
You look away because you can feel him stare, and you wouldn’t know how to react if you were to make eye contact, since the effect Mingyu has on you is continuously making your knees buckle under you. 
“Were you interested?”, you suddenly ask, voice much quieter than before. It takes Mingyu a few seconds to realize what you’re talking about when you don’t meet his eyes, deciding to rather look at his shoes instead. 
He thought he had made it clear– clearer than anything else– but he didn’t expect you to suddenly shy away while in his arms and close to his chest, all because some girl tried to flirt with him. Deep down, you know he isn’t (if he was, he wouldn’t be with you right now, risking at least a three day-long fever) but you want him to say it. 
Mingyu just tilts his head a bit, a soft smile on his face as he tries to show you you have nothing to worry about. “Not in her, no.”
This time you smile back, a quiet ‘good’ falling off your lips as you place your hands on his forearms, palming his muscles through the sleeves. “Just wanted to make sure, y’know.”
He knows. 
Now it’s his turn to ask questions though.
“Why didn’t you say anything during Truth or Dare?” The question comes off strong, completely out of nowhere and causing your eyes to widen in shock. You weren’t expecting him to mention the game and how much you had embarrassed yourself.
You’re quick to answer though, in all honesty. “Because the others didn’t have to know.”
Mingyu smirks, liking the way your face heats up whenever he does or says something. He feels like your eyes can’t take him in wholly, going from one part to another frantically as they slide over his upper body. “And can I?” 
Your eyebrows furrow after his teasing tone makes an appearance again and he has to stop himself from letting out a chuckle. You’re almost pouting too, lower lip jutting out and unintentionally showing off your pretty lipgloss. You cross your arms, nails digging in your own forearms as the cold suddenly takes over you again. “I think it’s pretty obvious, don’t you think?”
A beat of silence, and then, “I want you to say it.”
He’s begging for it, pleading eyes boring into yours. His voice sounds somewhat more whiny as he starts to rub your sleeveless arms, making the goosebumps disappear. It’s not the first time you’ve seen Mingyu use his puppy eyes, he usually brings them out when someone teases him or when he needs something, and today, it’s the latter. 
Once again, you find yourself unable to refuse Mingyu anything. 
“I should have said your name when Minghao asked.”
Then he’s smiling again, happy you finally (kinda) admitted what you two should have confessed months earlier. He didn’t think you would give in so quickly, making him beam in excitement. His eyes are full of joy and his cheeks are rosy– you like to think it’s because of what you said, but the alcohol could still be playing a part in it.
You didn’t even feel tipsy anymore, no blurred vision or imperfect balance. It’s the first time you’ve sobered up so quickly, and you entirely thank Mingyu for it. 
You truly don’t know how much time passed since you stepped foot onto the balcony, the cold weather dragging every minute out but Mingyu’s presence speeding everything up. The music seemed to have calmed down a lot since the beginning of the night, and when you glance around Mingyu and into the apartment, you notice you can actually now make out the furniture and picture frames in the hallway. The kitchen and hallway are mainly empty but you can still hear chatter and laughter coming from the living room, concluding the rest of the guests are probably scattered all over the couches.
When your thoughts are all over the place, a slight pinch at your hip wakes you up, bringing you back to reality– on the balcony, and still in Mingyu’s arms. He chuckles, smoothing down your dress where he pinched you, rubbing over the now sore spot as you slowly wince. 
He looks behind him, into his apartment, where you were previously staring at and comes to the same conclusion as you. 
You’re all alone, with no one around. 
That thought alone makes him gulp. Fuck, was he always this nervous around girls?
It’s a silly question, because he knows he’s only ever that nervous when it comes to you.
He’s nervous, but he still craves for more so he focuses on you again. On your pretty eyes and how much they glisten in the moonlight. On your soft hair and how perfectly his hand fits in the nape of your neck, playing with a few strands. On your pretty lips and how he wishes he could just kiss away the lipgloss, so that you’d have to apply it again and he could then mess it up again.  
Mingyu needs you now, and if that means speaking without a filter, then so be it– a sacrifice he’s more than willing to give. 
“Are you going to kiss me now?”
You giggle and he feels dumb. But then you smile so deeply that he falls in love all over again. And he thinks you’re with no doubt the most beautiful soul he’s ever met. 
Your hands start to travel back up from his forearms to his biceps, before landing on his shoulders, where they squeeze his muscles, the tension in them all too familiar. You eye him, entirely this time, taking your time to appreciate every single part of him. 
You stare a bit too long at his neck and Mingyu blushes, unaware of how he’s supposed to react to this sudden onslaught of attention. Your hands move up to his jaw, holding his face close to yours as you stroke both his cheeks. 
You truly have him twisted around your finger. 
“Do you want me to?” It's an unnecessary question, but you want him to say it– just like Mingyu wanted you to before. Mingyu thinks he’s on the verge of collapsing, the only thing still keeping him upright are your hands on him and his on your waist and the railing. 
He’s desperate as he catches both of your wrists and kisses them each, before bringing your right arm up to wrap around his neck. He’s slow but determined and it sends shivers down your spine. Your nails scratch against the nape of his neck and he groans, clearly affected by it– by you. 
“Please, Yn.”
Your left arm soon joins the other one around his neck and Mingyu has to mentally restrain himself from rushing whatever good is supposed to happen. When both your arms are loosely hanging around his neck, your bodies are closer than ever, chests pressed against each other, warmth engulfing you entirely.  
Your sweet voice is the last thing he hears before his mind circuits. “Guess it’s time for your second gift then.”
And then you’re standing on your tip-toes, closing the small distance between you two and finally, finally stopping the seemingly endless torture. 
Your lips smash against his and it’s so aggressive because you can’t control yourself anymore. His lips feel soft and delicate against yours and you think you might end up breaking them– you wish you would. 
Mingyu holds a strong grip onto your waist, his arm circling around it to make sure you don’t shy away again. His other hand is on the side of your neck, holding onto your face as he pushes you against the balcony railing. 
One of the first things he notices is your raspberry flavored lip gloss– which he swears he knows he will never get enough of– and the slight hint of alcohol on your lips. It’s enamoring, enticing and everything he’s ever wanted. 
You run out of breath quickly but you don’t stop, you refuse to, physically unable to separate yourself from him. It’s Mingyu who backs away first, leaving you desperate for more, chasing after his lips. You gasp for air, head spinning at the utterly new but heavenly feeling while Mingyu attacks your neck, jaw, and everything that could make your eyes roll back.
Your hands are gripping onto his shirt, nails clawing at his back as Mingyu takes pleasure in pressing kisses onto your skin, going from your neck down to your cleavage and stopping when his chin grazes the fabric of your dress.
Mingyu groans when you pull at his hair, biting and sucking at your neck before planting a last kiss on your collarbone, quickly coming back up to your lips. He swears he can’t live anymore without kissing you. 
You drag Mingyu closer to you by the collar of his shirt, and then he’s kissing you again. His lips were determined and unrelenting, not letting go of you. He was addicted, goosebumps taking over his body as he bit down on your lower lip. You whined at the metal taste in your mouth, craning your neck for more. 
Mingyu chuckled against your lips, kissing them slowly before sliding his tongue against your lower lip to soothe the bite. He’s barely leaving you alive, completely breathless but still– always–  aching for more. 
His mouth was devouring you and you just couldn’t get enough– both of you, too absorbed in your own little bubble to even notice the weather was becoming gradually worse, rain falling out of the sky in a downpour. 
His tongue slid against your lips, again, before entering your mouth. Your hands holding onto Mingyu’s shoulders weren’t enough to get you anchored, legs trembling as he held onto your waist, muscles flexing. 
Mingyu’s warmth surrounded you completely, to the point where you felt like you couldn't breathe properly. Mingyu had taken full control over you, as your mind was a total mess, and you were just able to follow his movements and beg for more.
You gripped onto his bicep as you arched your back, the rain drenching both of you to the core– not that you really cared anyway, the way Mingyu’s tongue fought with yours was what truly mattered. 
You were ruined– completely and devastatingly ruined for everyone who wasn’t Mingyu.  
Then he eventually parted from you, pressing one sweet kiss to your mouth and you almost teared up when you felt him smile against your lips. 
Mingyu was beautiful, soaking wet hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks and the tip of his ears spark red and his lips swollen, red and plump from kissing you. His chest is heaving as you stare up at him, not caring in the slightest about the rain messing up your makeup and outfit. 
His hands slowly lift up to your face, holding it so softly your heart skips a beat. His thumb sweeps over your cheekbone and he leans towards you, nuzzling your nose with his. 
Mingyu’s eyes literally shine and your lips part in awe.
You stare too much but Mingyu doesn’t force you to look away, because he’s sure he’s staring just as much. 
It’s only when you lean back into his arms that Mingyu notices the lingering taste of raspberry on his lips. He grins and he hopes that your lip color stained his lips, so that when you go back inside, your friends know that you’re his now– not that they weren’t aware before. 
And when you lift your head to look at him, arms circled around his waist, your smudged lipgloss is enough to make him want more. 
“Happy fucking birthday to me.”
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tasteofgummies · 1 year
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hi, can you make jotaro, gyro and joseph hcs with a slim thick fem reader? sorry for my english :l
Your english is okay! Don't apologize
Cw: suggestive 'cause they're perverts, but sfw
Jotaro Kujo
>I feel like he wouldn't care about what body type his s/o has, at all
>Likes that you are soft and he doesn't feel like he can break you at any moment
>Jotaro's body type is also thick, so he can relate to some struggles, like not finding the right size for clothing at stores
>Jotaro gets sexualized for just existing in his skin everyday, so if you ever need to talk about that stuff, he's there
>Loves cuddling with you and resting his head on your thighs or chest!!!
>Thinks you look absolutely beautiful when you wear something that compliments your body type, but probably gets possessive/protective in case someone else is staring at you
>Not above commiting aggravated assault in case someone catcalls you x1
>likes resting his head on your waist, he just reaches it so naturally
Gyro Zeppeli
>Horny bastard #1
>Shows you off like there's no tomorrow
>Has an arm on your waist at all times, but it's not as innocent as Jotaro
>Literally worships you
>"Bellezza mia, carissima, you just brighten up every room you step in"
>Pretty much shameless about his adoration for your body
>Definitely the type to keep a hand on your thigh under the table (not really with the intentions of public smut, just really likes to touch you)
>He's sharp, and just silently threats creeps in a way that won't make you feel too targeted or too scared
>He kinda uses you those anti stress toys?? I hc he uses his steel balls to stim, since he can't keep his hands still unless he's concentrated
>So yeah, your thighs, ass, chest, even arms and tummy are being constantly toyed with
>If you don't enjoy the attention, he'll tone it down, but only in public, in private he still wants to be close to you and embrace you
>He's horny but he still is careful to not make you feel dehumanized or used, he loves you so much! It's just that you're out there looking all gorgeous and expecting this man not to say anything about it?
Joseph Joestar
>Horny bastard #2
>He's honestly worse than Gyro
>"When babies cry, they get boobs in their mouth, but me? What about me? What if I need them?"
>(With your consent) will grope you whenever, wherever
>Affectionately slaps your ass when you walk by
>He dresses like a hoe, and will encourage you to do the same, he'll definitely buy you two matching outfits
>"Joseph, half my boobs are out in this top"
>"Gotta let them breathe!"
>Brags about you so much
>Makes a scene every times he catches someone eyeing you a bit too much
>(But will stop if you ask him)
>Excepting the creepy unwanted one, he tries to show you the power in being the hottest person in the room, showering in praise and attention
>Trouble finding clothes? He'll get a tailor for you
>Not above commiting aggravated assault in case someone catcalls you #2
>If he's being too much of a perv, just tell his mom, or worse, tell granny Erina, she'll have no issue in re-educating him in how to properly treat a lady
>He never thinks the things he does can be seen as him only being interested in your physical appearance, because he thrives off praise, so you will have to tell him if you do feel bad about it
>if it's something that truly affects you, he'll stop it all, he can find other ways to show his love for you
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sinner-as-saint · 2 years
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soft like winter
Dark!Mob!Bucky x Reader (one-shot)
Run-through: You’re newly married to his father. Married - only on paper. The alliance was nothing but a mere convenient transaction between two crime families for the sake of fame, power and peace. Peace which Bucky is hellbent on disrupting. As his father’s only son and heir, and ever the spoilt prince he is, Bucky wants something he knows he shouldn’t have - you. 
Themes: smut, dark!bucky, possessive!bucky, taboo romance, no ‘mommy kink’ but bucky does call reader ‘mommy’ (x1) to taunt her, mentions of death and violence (not gory) 
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“It’s late.” 
You spoke, coming down the ornate stairs and walking into the dimly lit, spacious living room where the only source of light was the huge fireplace. And not far from it sat Bucky on a sofa. In his all black suit, as always. Except right now, the jacket was carelessly thrown on the floor and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. 
You almost sighed just looking at him, and the complex feelings that followed. You don’t know what it was that told you to get out of bed and go check downstairs in the middle of the night. But now you were glad that you did because here Bucky was, drinking in silence in the middle of the night. 
“It’s three in the morning, Bucky.” 
The room was so quiet, and Bucky so still that it felt like you were talking to no one. The only movements were from the flames in the fireplace and the mechanical movement of Bucky’s arm as it occasionally brought his glass up to his lips. You could only see his side profile from where you stood, and he looked like he was in one of his broody moods. 
“Bucky, it’s-,” 
He finally spoke up, cutting you off. “Oh please, you’re barely a few years older than me, stop trying to be my mother.” He said in that bitter tone of his. 
You blinked, sighing because it was always like this. Each day for the past year, ever since you married his father, whenever you and Bucky saw each other it was always like this. 
“I’m not.” You clarified. “I just- it’s three in the morning and you’re drinking. How long have you been up? Did you just get home?” You asked, taking a step closer to him. None of the men in the house ever really told you what’s going on. 
Bucky’s dad stays away. You could count how many days he’s been home ever since he too was forced into marrying for the sake of so-called peace and power. And Bucky… well, he was as unpredictable as he was spoiled. So you never knew when he was home and when he wasn’t. 
“Is my father home?” Bucky asked instead of answering your questions. His tone was cool and dark. 
You almost scoffed. “You know he never is.” Then a pause. And you said, “It’s late bucky, go get some sleep.” 
This time he scoffed, and said, “Don’t tell me you care. You don’t have to pretend when no one’s around, you know? Now leave me alone and go play with the pretty things you buy yourself with our money.” 
His words used to hurt. But now it doesn’t. Growing up around the people that you did, you had grown a tough skin. And Bucky’s words came from a place of hurt rather than hatred and you knew it. 
So instead of raising your voice and defending yourself passionately, you just spoke softly, “I’m not pretending. And I do care. After all you are part of this family too, Bucky.” 
Bucky let out a chuckle. “Family,” he scoffed. Then he set the glass down, and got up from the sofa, stalking towards you. Silent and a look of determination and… hunger on his face. “I’m part of your new family, right?” He taunted, “And you wanna take care of me?” 
The sound of his voice was enough to get you to take some steps back. But not in fear, never in fear. “Bucky…” You whispered, shocking yourself with how softly and easily his name fell off your lips. 
He caged you between him and the wall you’d just found yourself pressing against. One hand pressed against the wall beside your head, Bucky leaned in. Close to you. Closer than a family member should. This was one of his power plays again, and you recognised it. You didn’t back down either, you stared right in his pretty blue eyes. Eyes that spoke volumes. 
“Well then,” He said, nuzzling your jaw as he reached down, grabbed your hand and guided it over to the very prominent bulge in his dark pants. He pressed your hand against it. The hard, warm flesh. “Can you take care of this?” He asked. 
You resisted the urge to squeeze him just a little. You did truly resist, but then you couldn’t. So you petted and gently squeezed him through his pants. Bucky made a sound which sounded a lot like a growl. 
Then his mouth was on yours. Kissing, biting, tugging on your lower lip. There was nothing gentle about him or the kiss. He tasted like expensive whiskey and smelt like an equally expensive male would. It was heady. He was heady. 
Then you mumbled against his kiss, “Bucky, we shouldn’t.” 
Bucky pulled away, smirking like the arrogant prince he is and kissed down your chin. Down your neck, making you squirm and shiver in his arms. You bit back a moan as he easily slid your satin robe off your shoulders, leaving you in just a cool, satin nightdress. 
He looked down at your satin covered body for a quick moment before he looked back up into your eyes like what you wore offended him. “Did you wear this for him? Hmm? Did you wear this in case he came home and wanted to fuck his young wife?” He asked dangerously with fire in his eyes, “Answer me.” He slid his fingers into your hair and tugged on it gently, “Did you?” 
“No.” You answered firmly. “It’s not like that between us and you know that.” Of course it wasn’t, Bucky’s father treated you like you were non-existent. Not that you minded. 
“Good.” Bucky looked down at your lips again and said, “Because you’re fucking mine.” And then kissed you again. Less harsh this time, but deeper. Then his mouth found its way down your neck again, until he wrapped his mouth around your clothed nipple and sucked. 
You couldn’t help but gasp and moan as his warm mouth wrapped around your flesh, wetting the fabric of your nightdress. Then he shifted to the other one, making you whine and squirm against him. Your fingers slid into his hair, tugging gently as he toyed with your breasts. 
And then he was kneeling, eagerly bunching up your nightdress so he could taste what he wanted the most, that wetness in between your legs. 
You groaned, “Bucky, we shouldn’t…” You protested again, gently and doing absolutely nothing to stop him. 
Bucky looked up at you and smirked, “What, now you don’t wanna care about me?” With that mischievous look in his eyes, you knew it was coming… “Well, I’m hungry mommy, won’t you let your boy eat? Hmm?”
You groaned again, that fluttery feeling back in your stomach. His eagerness made your body tingle. “Oh damn you…” 
And you let him. You let him taste you until he had his fill. You let him take one of your legs and put it over his shoulder which opened you up even more to his warm, eager mouth. To his tongue which slid in and out and up and down until you were almost crying in pleasure. 
He ate you out until you were trembling, until your arousal was dripping down his chin. And only after making you come more than once did he pull away. He looked up at you with a satisfied, lust-drunk look on his pretty face. His lips and chin were all wet and shiny even in the dimmed room. He looked proud of himself. 
You were still catching your breath as you cradled his face into your hands. And Bucky remained kneeling there, between your legs. There was so much you wanted to say to him. But all you said was, “Bucky… you know we can’t keep doing this.” Because of course it wasn’t the first time you two had fooled around like this. 
“Why not?” He asked like a brat. “Do you want me to tell daddy dearest that you’re not taking good care of me like you should?” He taunted again. 
“Bucky…” 
“What?” He asked, standing up. “Don’t you see it?” For the first time tonight, the mean and dangerous mask dropped and all that was left was a man wanting to be loved by the woman he knew he shouldn’t want. “Don’t you see how good we are together?” 
You tried to reason with him, even as he licked his lips and tasted the remaining taste of you left on his skin. “Someone might see. We have staff, you know? And they talk-” 
“I don’t care.” He said, meaning it. “You’re mine.” 
To which you said, sadly, “I’m not. You know I’m not.” 
“You will be.”  
And that was it. He walked away, all broody again. And you let him, sighing as you bent down to pick up your robe and wrapped it around you. You almost laughed dryly. What had your life come to? 
Over the next few days, you didn’t see Bucky at all. The house was quiet and you lived in it like a ghost, all alone in silence. You did have work and all, you helped in managing your family’s businesses but your heart wasn’t in it. Your heart was barely content unless Bucky was around. Quiet, spoilt and broody Bucky. 
You smiled at the thought of him. If only things could be a little different… 
– 
One morning you woke up and the house was a little noisier than usual. You could hear the staff moving about quicker and with purpose. 
You realised why when you got downstairs. Wishing you hadn’t because Bucky’s father was here for a quick visit before he flew off again. And that morning, Bucky and his father argued. 
Though you only heard part of it:
“Will you say something?” His father asked. And the silence that followed meant that Bucky was shamelessly ignoring him. “I am talking to you.” 
Bucky sighed and finally spoke up, “Fine, what do you want to know?” 
His father mumbled something, swear words if you had to guess then asked, “Have you been good? Or did you cause even more trouble around the city? Before I go I have to know whether I will have to stuff money in more mouths to keep them quiet. Because we all know you rarely ever behave in my absence.” 
Bucky chuckled. “You’re always absent. Why do you care?” 
“Because I don’t want you ruining my-,” 
Bucky cut his father off, “Hey, dad?” 
“What?” 
“Fuck you.” 
And that’s when it began. The shouting, both men yelling louder than the other. Someone may have punched the other too but you didn’t see it. You heard all that while hiding in a corridor and when the argument began, you ran back upstairs. 
You were in the shower when you felt him behind you. His hands wrapping around your body and pulling you back against his bare chest. He nuzzled the crook of your neck, kissing your skin. 
You sighed, leaning into his touch. “You’re gonna have us both killed.” You whispered to Bucky. 
He chuckled. “He left.” 
“I know.” 
This made him pull away to look at you. You turned in his arms and faced him properly, placing your hands on his shoulders. “You heard us fighting?” 
“I did. Then I ran back up before it got dirty.” You confessed. 
With all the steam in the hot shower, his body was extra warm as you pressed against him. Bucky pulled you closer, eyeing your body like he’s in the mood to play. 
“Did you know he was coming?” He asked, leaning in to kiss your neck. 
You almost laughed. “We don’t talk, Bucky. You know that.” 
“I know. I just like hearing you say it.” He said, moving his mouth back up over your lips. 
You almost told him that you shouldn’t do this, especially since his father was just here. What if he comes back? But then even you knew that you were just looking for excuses. So you stopped, and let it happen. 
Bucky pressed you up against the cold tiles of the shower, your legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed you and muffled your moans while he pushed inside of you. You were moaning against his mouth as he filled you up, making you squirm and whine in his arms. 
Bucky fucked you slowly, savouring the moment while whispering his promises against your lips, “You’re all mine, you hear me? Mine alone. And he can’t have you. I won’t let him.” He spread your legs further apart, holding you up against the wall by the curve of your ass, and pushed deeper inside you. “Fuck, you feel like you were made for me.” 
Your mind was a foggy mess at that point so you could barely focus on anything other than how he moved in and out of your wet, tight hole. That fluttery feeling was back again. 
“Bucky…” You whined, breathing heavily as you rested your forehead against his throat and holding onto him for dear life as he fucked you faster and deeper. 
“Come for me,” he said, grunting and moaning as he sped up into you, feeling your walls clenching around him and gripping his cock. 
“Fuck…” You came around him with a quiet cry. He leaned in to kiss you roughly as he came right after you. 
“Mine.” He said again. 
“Dad’s gone.” Bucky said to you one morning, sounding distant and as he came to wake you up to give you the news that his father had passed. 
“How?” You asked, feeling no sadness at all because you barely knew the man you’d married. 
Bucky told you how. Apparently he was out on his yacht, partying and then went missing sometime during the night. Everyone on the boat was too high or too drunk to notice so they only realised he’d been missing when they saw his dead body floating somewhere near the boat. 
“Oh.” You’d said. But somewhere, something wasn’t adding up. But even then, you couldn’t bother to care. 
Not right away at least. 
Not until days later after the funeral was done and countless people came to offer their condolences. 
Only then did you really take the time to think about it. Not because you missed the man or anything. A twisted part of you was glad that he was out of your life and no longer tying you down to the marriage. 
You found yourself in your late husband’s study. His things were getting taken out, to be replaced by Bucky’s stuff. But none of the workers were here right now so that’s where you went to think. You looked out of the window, into the front yard. 
You were lost in your thoughts when Bucky walked in. Smirking as he asked, “Miss him?” 
You turned to face him, crossing your arms over your chest. There he stood, black suit as always. And a sly smirk on his face. You couldn’t help but point it out, “You look happy.” 
He walked over to you, “Careful there,” Even in his warning you could hear that teasing tone of his. 
“Did you do it?” You asked, keeping a calm and composed face on. “Did you finally do it just so you could replace him? I mean, you seem very eager to take over after him. I’m not sure you even mourned him properly.” You paused and gauged his reaction. He was weirdly calm. “So, did you do it? Did you finally kill him just to have what you want? To have all that was his?” You let out a dry chuckle, “Me included.” 
He reacted this time, coming closer and grabbing your chin so you couldn’t look away from him. “You were never his. You were never meant to be his. And as for the rest, well, we all knew all of this would be mine someday, sooner or later.” 
You noticed the way he avoided your accusations. “Bucky…” You shivered under his stare. Not because he scared you, but because his eyes had never been this intense before. You felt like they could see through you. Read all your innermost secrets. Read all about how you wanted him so badly it hurt. 
Bucky leaned in closer, rubbing this thumb over your chin gently, “I’ve got you now. And you’re mine.” He whispered, before he pressed his mouth to yours. 
You melted immediately. Sliding your hands up his chest and into his hair as you kissed him back with just as much passion as he kissed you. His mouth moving against yours like he was throwing a tantrum. 
As he walked the two of you towards the desk, you mumbled against his lips, “You’re so bad for me.” 
Bucky smirked into the kiss, “Well, too late now.” He pushed you onto the table, stepping in between your legs already. As always, he was impatient so your underwear came off of you immediately, and in pieces because he ripped it. 
Bucky leaned in to kiss you again, as his hand reached in between your legs to play with your wet folds. He smiled into the kiss upon finding you already wet for him. Sliding a finger, then another inside of you, Bucky stroked your walls gently, preparing you for more. 
You clenched around his fingers, moaning wantonly into the kiss as he finger-fucked you, making you whine in need and desperation. You tangled your fingers into his hair and kissed him deeper as he made you come all over his fingers. 
“That’s my good girl,” He whispered, removing his fingers and shoving them into your mouth. “Now clean them.” He said, watching how you sucked on his drenched fingers. His eyes now darker and hooded. 
He couldn’t wait anymore. He unzipped his pants and took his cock out, looking deep into your eyes as he did. He watched how the sound of his zipper made you shiver with lust and desire. He smirked, watching you as you looked down to where he lazily stroked himself. 
Lips parted, heart pounding, you watched him play with himself like you were starving for it. Which you were. 
“You want it?” He asked, teasing you with an ever slower stroke. 
You whined at the way his big hand moved up and down his erected cock. You squirmed, trying to scoot closer to him, “Please…” 
“Tell me you’re mine first,” He demanded. 
You would give him whatever he wanted in that moment, so reassuring him was no difficult task. You fisted the fabric of his shirt and looked up at him, pleading, “I’m yours, Bucky. I’ve always been yours. Now please, just… fuck me, please,” You begged. 
He just smirked in triumph, “All mine,” He said, sliding his cock into you finally. You wrapped your legs around him and welcomed him inside you. And fuck, he felt good. “All mine, you understand?” 
You nodded, whining as he began moving in and out of you so perfectly that it felt like you were losing your mind. 
“I’ll fuck you whenever I want now,” he whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, “Even right here, in what used to be his study because it’s mine now. Like you are. And like everything is,” He said. 
His possessive tone only lit your body on fire even more. 
“I’m the man of the house now, and you will be my woman. You hear me? All mine.” He said, fucking deeper into you like he truly did own you. He bent down to kiss your open mouth, swallowing all your moans and whines in the process. 
His mouth, his taste, his scent. The way his strong body moved to bring you pleasure like only he could. It was all that existed in that moment. The rest of the world was not here. Just him. All of him. 
You could only gasp and moan, unable to form coherent sentences while he pounded into you like he owned you. Your entire body tingled. The pressure between your legs was getting hotter, tighter, and it would snap at any moment now. 
Then Bucky pulled away just a little, looking down to where your body swallowed his cock each time he thrust in and pulled out. “Look,” he said and you followed his eyes, letting out an even louder moan when you did. “I’m fucking my woman, do you see it?” He purposely slowed down his thrust just so you could see. 
You nodded, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. “Please,” You begged, “Please, can I come?” 
He smirked and sped up into you again, “Wait for me, baby. Just a little more,” He sounded all growly again and it only made you clench around him even tighter. 
Hearing you moan and squirm under him only encouraged him to thrust deeper and faster into you. He was relentless as his body moved perfectly against yours.
A tear fell from your eye, out of pleasure. He was quick to wipe it away as he bent down and kissed your lips again, pounding into you rapidly. “Come for me now,” he whispered against your mouth, his voice strained and raspy. 
And that was all you needed. You cried out as you came around him, the pressure finally exploding and a familiar warmth washed over you. You felt Bucky come as well, his cock throbbing against your walls as he came with a grunt, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise your skin surely. 
Your mind was a little foggy from there on, but you know that you and Bucky made your way back to your bedroom and fucked again. And again after a while. 
Then he just held you, in his warm embrace in the dimly lit room. 
Bucky  looked down to where you nuzzled the crook of his neck, gently biting, tasting and kissing his skin, running your hand lazily all over his naked torso. He smiled, looking up at the ceiling and feeling like a King with you in his arms. Finally. 
He pressed a kiss on your forehead, which made you let out a moan which sounded a lot like a kitten purring in bliss while laying in the sun. Then he asked, “Did you eat today?” 
You shook your head, rubbing your face against his chest in the process, “I haven’t had the time.” You answered quietly. 
He huffed, “Well, we can’t have that. Come, I’ll make you something.” He sat up, getting out of bed to right his clothes, zipping his pants and finding his shirt somewhere on the ground and putting it on. 
You smirked, “Shouldn’t it be the other way around? You know, man of the house and all?” You asked, teasing him. 
Bucky dragged you to the edge of the bed by your ankles and you squealed as you went. He pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you as you stood there, hugging one another by the bed you’d just fucked in. 
“I’m gonna take care of you now. Let me.” He whispered against your forehead. 
You took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of his cologne and his skin. “Okay.” You whispered, melting against his touch. 
Bucky smiled against your skin, wrapped his arms tighter around you and thought about your previous conversation in the study. Now, his study. 
‘So, did you do it? Did you finally kill him just to have what you want? To have all that was his?’
He almost scoffed at the memory of your accusation. 
Like it was even a question. 
Of course he did. 
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minheeskitten · 10 months
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ofc! I haven't finished it and likely won't but i feel it's better to put it out than not!
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You didn’t know quite how you got into this situation. Your ‘cute’ boyfriend had you tied up, completely at his mercy. Every time you tried to think about how you got here, your thoughts were interrupted by a touch here or a caress there. Never enough at once to do much more than distract you from whatever you were trying to think about. Wooseok didn’t want you moving, or even thinking about anything other than him and only him. He had made it difficult for the last hour to think properly. You had vague thoughts of how you had gotten here, but couldn’t quite focus on it, with his gentle touches demanding your attention. You were tied so you could barely move, strapped down to the bed by rope he had specifically bought for this purpose. Tying you down in such a way that you cannot move, designs so intricately tied that you were a work of art for him; Entirely bare except for the ropes drawn taut against your skin. You briefly tested the ropes again, trying to get him to touch you more. As soon as you did, his voice spoke up, loud against the gentle quiet of the room. “Did I say you could move, doll? No, I didn't. Stop moving. I know you want to be good for me. I don’t want to have to punish you again.” His voice reminded you that he had told you to remain still and quiet, saying that he didn’t want his housemates to hear you like this, all prettily tied up for him. He gently pet your cheek, smirking at how you settled down after he reminded you. “Good baby~” He gently ran a hand along the ropes decorating your skin, a finger running under it to ensure it was still perfectly tied. His fingers danced over your thighs, then your stomach, where the ropes trailed together in an intricate web that ran over your whole body. He hummed softly as he trailed his hands higher, tracing the heart shape the ropes left on your chest. He then distracted himself by running his fingers over your nipple, watching you for any movement. Your soft whimper, enough for him to roll it between his fingertips, gently tugging to get a reaction out of you. His action pulled a gentle whine out of you. He let go, to continue trailing his hands over you, slowly moving them around the rope. Every touch felt like fire, blazing across your skin. He pulled his hands away slowly, tugging at the rope once more. “You look so pretty, tied up for me, should we do this more? I think we should, I enjoy this.” He leaned over you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, using that moment to assess whether or not he should continue. He obviously felt like he should, and gently kissed your jaw, before moving down to your neck to leave a mark on the column of your throat. As he was doing that he let one of his hands trail down, to gently tap a soft rhythm on your inner thigh. 
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Yeah. This is as far as i got. I do hope you like it though @metalchick529 !
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This is more than an interest
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Genre: Bartender Seungyoun x fem!Reader
Warning: smut, heavy drinking, hair pulling
You're a regular at the bar across the street; ever since you moved here, you've found yourself going there late at night after a stressful day at work or simply out of boredom; it's become your new safe place.
But maybe it was something else or in other words him, because despite his good looks, you found yourself staring at him as he worked from person - to - person until it was just you and him left in the bar you hadn't noticed that since you were have a nap until your nap was disrupted.
"Hey hey excuse me miss," someone said as you rested your head on the serving table. When you felt your fingers trace your lips, you panicked and jumped to your feet.
"Who?!" You wiped your mouth as you leaned back from the table you had previously pressed your face against.
"Red wine," the bartender said as he licked his fingers and took the glass in front of you.
You raised an eyebrow and cast a questioning glance at the bartender as he began mixing drinks.
"You are not going home, you must live far away, or are you planning to stay here tonight?" the bartender asked as you slowly stood up and looked around, stopping when you saw how empty the place had become.
"My bad you apologised right before leaving, you really did take a nap and woke up, but why did he look so good up close? " calm down," you told yourself as you opened the door to your house and dashed to the window to gaze out at the sky and stars. It was seemingly dreamy, and you fell asleep on the couch falling sleepy all of a sudden after that.
 The following morning you woke up to the sound of birds chirping and your loud alarm. You jumped out of bed with the most annoyed face you could make as much as you loved working as a sommelier, waking up early was not your thing at all.
Making your way inside you greeted everyone at the company, and then down a cup of coffee keeping track of stock levels and some light paperwork.
Work went by quickly today, probably because you were in a different environment; you were sitting at the bus stop, planning to go home, but you found yourself sitting at the bar again; there was something about the drinks made there that drew you back.
There he was, you still didn’t know his name. He always served you a drink but this time he gave you a smile and held onto your drink for a while before giving it to you.
“The name is Seungyoun if you are curious… Well I guess from the amount of times I have served you drinks it's only right I should know your name my regular” he said leaning closer to you making you back up a little startled by his sudden closeness.
"y/n nice to meet you," you said, coughing and looking away for a short instant as heat rushed over your skin. He smirked and reached for an empty glass, pouring some wine into it and holding it towards you. After a brief moment of staring at him, you raise your glass, making contact with his.
You'd had about three glasses of wine by this point, and you didn't feel drunk, but you did feel close to Seungyoun. You looked at your phone, it was midnight, and your eyes widened in disbelief.
"Is it a call from someone, sweetheart?" Seungyoun swirled the wine in his glass as he sat across from you. You shook your head and slowly stood up in response to him.
"I need to go-" you lost your balance and the drink immediately started to get to you. Before you could make it crash to the ground, a pair of hands caught you by the waist and prevented you from falling any further.
"Now now be careful, I don't want any accidents to happen here," he playfully said as you pressed up against Seungyoun. He was now repositioning you on the chair, and you only groaned, still unable to make out your surroundings.
"Stay here while I go get my coat," Seungyoun said as you heard his footsteps fade away. You quickly closed your eyes and held your head for a second, hoping that all of the dizziness would vanish at once. You then heard footsteps and opened your eyes to see Seungyoun, who was dressed in a long black leather jacket and had his low ponytail loose as he approached you.
"I need to get someone home," he said as he picked you up in bridal style and carried you away. You only looked up at him, lost in his eyes as he focused on the road ahead. You felt the touch of his leather jacket kiss your bare skin before he put you down.
Seungyoun grabbed a set of keys from his pocket, opening the fancy door. All you could tell is this man was living luxuriously. After opening the door you were welcomed to ruby and black theme furniture everywhere but most of all rich.
"Make yourself at home," Seungyoun said as he removed his long leather jacket and led you to the coach, where you sat down and drank some water. Something about this place felt peaceful. Taking a sip of the water you had just poured yourself, Seungyoun walked in with the first few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his defined collar bones, and you nearly choked on the water you had just taken a sip of.
Catching your reaction he unbuttoned more and walked closer to you until he was towering over you. Your eyes catched sight of the tattoos embracing his body he had taken off his shirt completely he bent over to you as you traced your hands over his gun tattoo in The fact that Seungyoun was leaning closer to you until his face was close to yours made you think you were disrupted.
Tonight was bound to lead somewhere. Seungyoun slammed his lips against yours while laying down on the coach, his legs on both sides of your waist. The kiss only deepened his grip on you too, and your hands travelled all over his exposed chest.
Seungyoun broke the kiss by unbuttoning your shirt and exposing your neck. He smirked as he made eye contact with you and tilted your head, placing sweet marks there until he was satisfied with his actions.
“What a beauty no wonder that smell and taste attracted me” he said brushing your hair away from your face he got up from his position and took a seat on the coach licking his lips once again. Once again you felt heat rush up your cheeks you got up still trying to process the erotic moment you just experienced you couldn’t control yourself.
"Where can I find a bathroom?" You questioned getting up right away when you heard no response from Seungyoun. He only pointed to a door that you could also see and you quickly went there.
"Don't wipe it off, babe," he teased, knowing you couldn't get rid of a hickey.
When you got to the bathroom, you took a deep breath and looked in the mirror, ignoring the fact that his bathroom was neat and fancy and were engrossed by the fact that he marked you his all over your neck. He was aggressive for the few minutes he had you on the coach, but you liked it, and you wanted more.
Opening the door to get out you were met by Seungyoun pouring some wine from a few steps ahead in the kitchen and drinking the glass he just poured you approached him this time lust filled your eyes, desire filled your veins, you knew what you wanted and it was him and him alone.
"Can I have your complete attention, Seungyoun?" When he noticed you enter the kitchen, he placed down the drink he was holding and approached you. He sensed the lust and yearning in your eyes and smiled. You moved closer to him, your bodies colliding as his hands grabbed your waist and yours wrapped around his neck as you leaned in for a kiss.
He raised you up on the kitchen counter, the kiss became more violent, his tongue exploring your mouth and twisting with yours , and clothes were being tossed on the floor, the heat was building, and you felt hot and thirsty.
"I had no idea you were so hungry." He turned around and unlocked a nearby cabinet, revealing a condom, making you bite your lower lip. In reaction, he yanked you from the kitchen counter, bent you over, grabbed your hair, pushed your head back, and thrust himself inside of you at a slow pace before eventually speeding up. 
“Ah feels good” you said curling your feet as you felt pleasure fill you. On the other hand Seungyoun didn’t stop, he made sure to feel every inch of you, moving his hands up your chest and stomach before smacking your thighs and ass to tease you.
"Behave yourself since the neighbours might hear you." Covering your mouth and attempting to quiet you, Seungyoun rolled you over, forcing you to face him as he slammed his lips on yours, then broke the kiss by shoving you back against the counter. His hands found their way into your entrance, and he began by circling it with one then two fingers, causing you to arch your back as he shoved inside of you once more.
Seungyoun was just still not finished with you cursing and clutching onto your bare shoulder when you felt a lovely sensation and pleasure. In the steamy atmosphere created by the two of you, sweat streaming from both of you, he heard your lovely cries. While you were still collecting your breath, Seungyoun pulled you closer to him and covered you in a towel, straightening your messy hair and lifting you up bridal style.
“Hey gorgeous let me know if you need anything” he said, setting you down easily and pecking your head.
Seungyoun was a gentleman, helping you clean up and making you comfortable afterward. He not only assisted you in cleaning up, but he also joined you when giving you a shower.  After drying off and watching some shows for the evening, you became fatigued and you slept in his arms for the night as he joined you too.
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seokmattchuus · 2 years
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Dreamy - Wooseok
A/n: Not my best. I'm so sorry. Did I proofread? I don't know. I'm so sorry pt. 2.
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You were kneeling on his bed, his soft blanket pressing against your knees. His grip tightened on your throat, waiting for your response. You knew he wanted an answer, but you couldn't find the words.
"You know nobody fucks you better than I do." He smirked down at you. "How could you think he'd compare?" He shook his head with a tsk as he let go, a small whine coming from you.
"See? I already have you wrapped around my finger." He scoffed. "How pathetic."
You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, but you didn't mind. He liked seeing you like this.
"What should I do with you, hm?" He thought out loud, his head tilting to mock you.
He turned and pondered on the thought, too many ideas running through his mind to pick a single one. Until it hit him. Maybe he shouldn't do anything at all. Why would he? You didn't deserve it.
But you were sitting pretty on his bed. He could let it slide, right?
He turned back towards you, a small smile forming as he took in all of you. He was surprised you even showed up but he would never let you know that.
But he was going to let you know that your decision to leave was something to regret. Not that you didn't already know that.
"What's the point in giving you what you want? Who's to say you're not going to run back to him?"
Part of him didn't care that much given how you came back anyway, but the other part of him was genuinely hurt. He didn't want to see you with someone else. He didn't even like the thought of it.
"I won't." You shook your head. "I'll stay. I'll never think about anyone else again."
He smirked and licked his lips. You always knew what to say.
"You're always such a good girl for me." He smiled down at you, his hand softly caressing your cheek. His thumb resting over your lips, a silent signal for you to suck on it. Once your lips parted and wrapped around it, he hummed. "Are you this good for him?"
This time he didn't want an answer. His thumb pressing down onto your tongue to open your mouth. The jealous part of him was always like this, but you weren't complaining.
"I don't doubt it." He scoffed as he held your mouth open. "You're always eager to please."
You wanted to tell him he was wrong. That you're only a good girl for him. That you were stupid for thinking someone could replace him because of course the one person you find ends up being the tamest motherfucker you've ever met.
But you couldn't.
Not only because of his thumb, but all the words were stuck in your throat. Even if you could, you didn't know the order to say them, or if he even cared to hear it. It would just give him more to hold against you.
His thumb slipped out of your mouth and dragged down below your chin, lifting it slightly.
"Say it." He looked down at you.
You played dumb, giving him your best innocent eyes in hopes he'd let it slide.
"You forget that I know you." He scoffed with a smirk. "The look on your face says it all." His hand traveled down to your neck, wrapping itself around, but not squeezing.
You tensed at the touch, your breath hitching as you waited for the grip.
"Say it." He repeated. "And I'll give you what you want."
You swallowed hard at the promise. He knew you wouldn't be here if you had successfully replaced him.
"I-" You licked your lips, swallowing again as his eyes stayed on yours. "I need you."
He pressed slightly, forcing a frustrated whine out of you.
"We both know you can do better than that, baby."
"I need you, please," You whined. "I was stupid. I never should have left that day." You continued. "I thought I wanted something more than sex but once I found it, it wasn't good enough." You let out another frustrated sigh. "He's nothing compared to you." Your eyes took up the begging part, needy tears glossing over them.
His grip tightens a little more.
"I just really need you." You whimpered, wanting nothing more than for him to push you back and give you something, anything. Even if he was just teasing. You'd put up with teasing all night if it meant he'd finally touch you.
"And why should I?" He raised a brow, pushing you back by your neck and holding you there. "How could I take something that's not mine?"
"I'm yours." You breathed out. "All yours."
There was no hesitation to your response, and you meant every word.
"Mine?" He scoffed as he tightened his grip again. This time for him. "But you let someone else touch you?" He tightened it again. His voice coming out deeper as his emotions got the best of him. "Let someone else fuck you?" His grip had fully tightened. "I bet you let him taste you, too, huh?" His lip twitched as the words came out, almost as if that was the worst part.
You wanted to shake your head, but his hold was too strong.
"No." You breathed out. "He's only touched me." You closed your eyes. "But nothing compared to you."
The corner of his lips curved into a smile.
"Then I guess I should give you what you want."
You let out a small breath of relief as he pulled you back towards him, smashing his lips to yours.
The kiss was everything you'd been wanting. It was rough, but passionate. His hands wrapped around your face as he leaned over you, the pressure pushing you back onto the bed while he climbed over you.
You sighed into the kiss as his hand trailed down to your waist, lightly teasing before going back up. You wanted to complain about it, but you let it go, not wanting to distract him.
He moved his lips down your neck, pressing light kisses down your chest and towards your hips, smirking when you squirmed.
"Watch me, baby." He whispered teasingly as his hands pushed your thighs apart. "I want you to see how much better I am than him."
The tone held a hint of jealousy, but it only made you more needy. The closer he got to you, the more anxious you got until his breath was hitting you lightly.
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"What's wrong?" Kevin asked, as he woke you up, his voice full of concern. "You're covered in sweat."
"I-" You stop yourself to breathe, reality finally hitting you as you take in your surroundings.
Kevin's room.
Not Wooseok's.
"It was just a-" You sigh and offer him a small smile in hopes to reassure him.
"Just a dream."
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seokka0o · 1 year
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while we're on the topic of wooseok,, he has such pretty hands. do I want to kiss them, hold them or have them on me,, yes to all
The delicacy he handles them seems absurd, holding them when leaving, having them caress your body but it's an even better feeling to have them inside you, because wooseok has no urgency, he wants to feel you as much as he can, because just so he feels like he has you in control, doing everything and more, parting and stroking your lips, circling your clit, in and out without any warning from inside you "you do me so good y/n, until when it's pulsing around my fingers..." Or how very subtly he takes them inside his mouth, to watch you suck so desperately, as if your life depended on it, as he watches with possession disguised as affection . it would also be an honor to have them around your neck once in a while
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Meet the Authors
Ha ha embarrassing it’s been almost 4 years of kbandtrash and I don’t think we’ve ever done this
General introduction? We just like writing lol. Everything we write is pretty clean (no smut, kissing is the farthest we go like not even making out usually, we don’t even use curse words lol) so generally this should be a pretty safe space for anyone
I’ll start with a more personal introduction
Rachel
Hopeless romantic, happy ending enthusiast, designated karaoke harmonizer, made the deadline to be a ‘99 liner by 2 weeks ✌️😗
The initial Instigator between the two of us. My roommate introduced me to day6 May of 2019 and Megan (formerly annoying little sister who used to do anything to get me to notice her) was the only one who believed me (mean older sister) when I told my family this kband stuff was pretty good
Bands I listen to (and biases): N.Flying (Seunghyub), Day6 (Sungjin), The Rose (Dojoon), IZ (Hyunjun), CNBlue (Yonghwa), FTIsland (Hongki), Onewe (ot5), Lucy (ot4), Hifi Unicorn (Kiyoon), Xdinary Heroes (Gaon, Junhan)
(Plus Hoppipolla, Gift, Qwer, Banduni, Rolling Quartz, Honeyst, Marmello, D.Coy)
Groups I listen to: Dreamcatcher (Dami), Oneus(? complicated rn) (Hwanwoong), Seventeen (S.Coups, Vernon), SF9 (Chani, Hwiyoung), Ateez (Hongjoong, Mingi), Stray Kids (Seungmin, Chan), P1Harmony (Jiung)
(Plus Pentagon, Purple Kiss, Tempest, &Team, Enhypen)
(I also have a huge crush on D.O. and I love Younha)
Extra notes? I have a degree in secondary math education. I also have a decent amount of skill in the arts though like I sing and play a handful of instruments and you’ll see me reblog stuff here from my art blog sometimes. I can read/write half decent Korean as well
Currently playing: Blue Moon by N.Flying, Eternal Sunshine by Ateez, Ah! Love by Seventeen, Better Better by Day6, and Nowhere by FTIsland
I now turn the time over to Megan
Megan
Hopeful romantic, sad ending enthusiast, designated karaoke melodizer (not a boring soprano tyvm), born smack dab in the middle of 2006 🤩💅
The current Instigator between the two of us. I hesitantly took hold of the kband stuff and then it exponentially increased. My kpop Spotify playlist is 176 hours long (3127 songs). Please send help 😨
K bands: CNBLUE (Minhyuk), Xdinary Heroes (O.de/Junhan), N.Flying (Hweseung), Day6 (Wonpil), FTISLAND (Jaejin), Lucy (Wonsang), Onewe (Kanghyun), IZ (Junyoung), Gift, Hoppipolla, The Rose (Hajoon), Rolling Quartz, Honeyst, Marmello
K boy groups: Ateez (Wooyoung), Shax, Sparkling, P1Harmony (✨Jeongseob✨), Seventeen (Hoshi), Kingdom (Mujin), SF9 (Taeyang), CIX (Yonghee), Oneus (Leedo), Golden Child (Joochan), ACE (Donghun), The Boyz (Q), Stray Kids (Jeongin), TXT (Taehyun), Pentagon (Yuto), Shinee (Key), AB6IX (Woojin), Astro (MJ), Enhypen (Niki), Drippin (Dongyun), BDC, WEi (Yongha), Cravity (Seongmin), BtoB (Changsub), NCT (Haechan), Tempest (Hanbin), Monsta X (Kihyun), Just B (Bain), Got7 (Youngjae), Epex (Ayden), BAE173 (Hangyul), Mirae (Dongpyo), iKon (Junhoe), X1, Wanna One, Victon (Byeongchan), E’last
K girl groups: Kard ;), Dreamcatcher (Gahyeon), (G)i-dle (Yuqi), Twice (Jeongyeon), Itzy (Chaeryeong), IVE, Kep1er, Purple Kiss (Swan), Everglow, Oh My Girl, ICHILLIN’, Red Velvet, Billlie (Moon Sua), Stayc (Isa), Weeekly (Jihan), NMIXX (Lily), CLC (Sorn), Tea Party/Omega-3 (Hyunji)
Soloists: Kang Daniel, IU, Woodz, Kim Hanbin, Eric Nam, Lee Hongki
Extra notes? I like learning languages and I love music and I’m permanently tired and I’m a Musical Theatre Kid and I’m about to graduate high school? Crazy
Currently Playing: One Time by CNBLUE, Halazia by Ateez, Love Me for Me by P1Harmony, Stereotype by Stayc, and Fallin’ Flower by Seventeen
You can follow us on tiktok and instagram as heartandsoul.psyche 🙈👀 we’re silly and we sing sometimes
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