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Lay Your Hands On Me x Mingi x Reader x Yunho

When you’re left alone over easter break, your two hot neighbors convince you to join them for their lake house getaway. Only, you didn’t realize the topic of conversation would be surrounding your dry sex life on the very first night. After a tense encounter at 3am, you decide to try and see how long it will be until they break.

Pairing: Yunho x fem!reader x Mingi.

Genre: Smut. basically pwp ish. i'm not entirely sure if there even is a plot to this anymore. not proof read

wc: 6.5k woops?

Warnings: NO member shipping, threesome, poorly written smut, best friends yungi, yungi are your neighbors, reader gets left out by her friends, mingi and yunho are horndogs, big dick!Yunho, Rough mingi, i feel like Mingi was kinda soft Dom, there's a thigh spank or two, unprotected (wrap it up!), cream pie, talks about readers sex life, overstimulation, multiple orgasms ( f receiving ), pussy eating, slight stomach bulge, the reader is a tease. Mingi calls reader Dollface, and Yunho calls her Angel.

note: Hey! I haven't written a full-fledged fic in a while. I feel like I've repeated so many words in this. I hope you still enjoy it, though! these two men have been WRECKING me. Did anyone catch the coachella live stream? I literally died

ps. I wrote this whilst listening to if u think I'm pretty by artemas

Any feedback is greatly appreciated! What was your favorite part?

I do not permit for my work to be copied, published on other websites and blogs or translated.

Your shoulders slumped once your roommate’s car finally left your peripheral vision. All of your friends had found something to do, somewhere to go and have fun, over the Easter break. It left you sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the sounds of the heating and water pipes creaking or even your upstairs neighbour's loud exhilarating activities.

You were excited at first, the prospect of having the place to yourself.. but the fear of missing out finally set deep into your bones when your friends had decided to meet up with each other during their trips whilst you sat at home alone with nothing but the walls to talk to.

With a dejected sigh, you pulled your thin cardigan further around you and turned to head back inside. You knew you probably looked miserable to any passerby, but you couldn't find it in you to care.

You startled when a pair of firm hands settled on your shoulders, halting your mopey shuffling down the hallway. “____?”

Your eyes rose from the floor, settling on the worried features of your neighbor. The corners of your lips twitched into a sorry excuse of a smile, hand lifting to wave at him. You didn't trust your voice. You always made a fool out of yourself around Yunho and his roommate.

“What are you still doing here? I just saw your friends leave from the window, shouldn't you be with them?” His brows were creased, his expression drawn in confusion.

Yunho’s fingers were absentmindedly pressing your shoulders as he bent his head to read your face. You knew the sting of your eyes meant tears, but you blinked them away and shook your head.

“I'm.. “ You swallowed thickly. “I'm by myself this break.” Your chest hurts just admitting it. “I wasn't invited.”

You weren't sure that Yunho's expression could even be sour, being the sweet and polite man he is, but it did. A flash of irritation crossed his brown eyes. Your heart leapt into your mouth when his hands moved from your shoulders to cup your face, your own wide eyes staring back at him. “and you're gonna be okay?”

You knew Yunho meant nothing by it, but his touch was warm and safe. You fought the flutter of your eyelids, willing yourself not to lean into his touch. Your head bobbed in a slightly restricted nod, Yunho pulling his hands away.

“I guess. I'll just… clean, I guess.. laundry...” You weren't hiding how low you felt over the whole situation. Your voice held no enthusiasm, no life.

Yunho pursed his lips in thought, giving a quiet nod and letting you be on your way. He watched with a frown, your shoulders slumped and head hung low. Your eyes had lost the spark today that Yunho found one of his favourite things about you.

Instead of making his way down to the car to check if they had everything, Yunho went back into the apartment he shared with Mingi. The younger male looked up at him in confusion from the couch.

“What did you forget? Yunho, I swear if you just walked to the car and back again I–” Mingi was swiftly cut off by Yunho perching on the coffee table in front of him.

“What if ____ joined us at the lake house?”

It’d been half an hour since you were left to your own devices. Half an hour of mindlessly flicking through the TV channels with disinterest. You were almost grateful for the continuous knocking on your door… until you weren't, and it wasn't seeming to go away.

Opening the door only a slither, you came face to face with your other neighbor. Mingi. His dark hair is messy and damp as if he'd just showered. Judging by the enticing scent of spiced apples coming from him, he had. “Yes?” You raised an eyebrow at him, his expression locked in a grin.

“Pack a bag. Bring a swimsuit.” He said simply, causing you to stand solid in front of him for at least a good thirty seconds as he looked at you expectantly.

“Mingi wha–” Mingi cut you off, his hand cupping your shoulders to turn your body back into your apartment.

“Yunho wants to get there before midnight. Hurry up.”

That was exactly how you found yourself sitting in front of a warm fire a little before midnight with a marshmallow on a stick, your neighbors both sipping beers as they too toasted their treats.

“I did not look that miserable!”

“You did! You looked like someone kicked your puppy!” Yunho laughed, recalling your wounded look in the hallway just a mere three hours ago.

Mingi reached over, his ringed hand patting your knee. “You're cute when you sulk, ____.” His hand retracted all too soon, fingers curling back around the beer bottle to lift it to his lips again.

You'd long finished your beer. You all were only having one tonight anyway. You'd discovered after you had gotten here that the duo planned on staying a week at least.

After your complaints and confusion were worn off, you were grateful. Anything was better than listening to your thoughts for two weeks whilst you had the apartment to yourself. You were also glad that none of the perishable food you had stocked would go to waste. It would save the three of you having to live off gas station sandwiches before you could get groceries for the week.

You had never realized how relaxed the two best friends were away from the university. Around the campus, Mingi's expression was always pulled into a stressful pout. The crease between his brows was always begging for your thumb to just gently smooth it out. Yunho's shoulders were permanently tense. In fact, his whole body was. There were many times you felt like you'd run into a literal brick wall, but it had just been Yunho in the halls.

To see them both lounged back in the plastic outdoor chairs, beers in hand, and smiles on their faces was nice to see. Your soft spot for the two handsome best friends only grew tenfold.

“So,” Mingi set his beer bottle down, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Why were you alone?” he peered at you in curiosity.

“Didn't we go through this?” Your head tilted to the side, eyes moving to the side to send a puzzled look into Yunho's way.

Mingi shakes his head, pausing a moment. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he thought about how to voice his curiosity.

Mingi cleared his throat. “No, I mean…You had the whole apartment to yourself..” He trailed off.

He sighed, seeing your brows crinkled further in confusion. “Okay?...”

“He's asking why you didn't have anyone over.” Yunho cut in, his tone slightly exasperated with Mingi's cryptic questions.

“Oh.” The statement had your shoulders straightening in surprise, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks. “Uhm.. I don't have anyone.” Your gaze tore away from his own, glueing to the marshmallow you’d plucked from the bag next to you.

You busied yourself with stabbing it with the stick as a prolonged silence carried across the warm fire. It wasn’t that you detested the idea of having company. It was more a case of…well. Most men gave you the biggest ick. Nearly all men you’d ever come across had given you the ick, and it only took you until now to realize that Yunho and Mingi had never given you that feeling.

You would be blind to miss how handsome they both are and the fact that both of them were genuinely nice guys. That just made the icing on the cake. The cake that you wanted, you’d wanted for a long while. You hadn’t made it obvious. You’d never made a move on either of them. Why would you? You knew who good guys like them go for. They go for bad girls they think they can fix. They didn’t go for girls like you. Little did you know, you couldn’t be more wrong.

When you did look up, both Yunho and Mingi’s concentration was fixed on you. Mingi’s left eyebrow raised as if to challenge your answer. “What?” Your tone grew slightly defensive.

“____, The walls between our apartments are very thin.” Yunho trailed off, looking sideways at his best friend when your clueless expression grew.

“So…?”

“So, we hear things. Everything. Specifically, I hear things... Through my bedroom wall on the other side of yours.” Mingi continued on, relief flooding him when your face broke out into a laugh, a cute red hueing your complexion.

“That isn’t my room, Mingi.” You covered your mouth to try and keep your humorous spurt of laughter at bay. “My room is on the other side of Yunho’s.” You took a bite of marshmallow.

“Wait…” Yunho murmured, his expression thoughtful. “So, you’re the culprit of the fake moaning after your roommate's birthday party last month?” His revelation had you choking on the sweet treat, Mingi had the courtesy to thump on your back to dislodge it.

“Oh my- Yunho!” You spluttered, hiding your face behind your palms. “The one time I tried to get with someone and you were listening?!” a heavy groan of shame left your lips, your body sulking back into the camping chair you were sitting in. “That’s so unfair!”

As much of a gentleman Yunho was, he found the whole situation hilarious. “A really rare occurrence.” He grinned, reaching into the cooler for another beer. “Seriously though, I felt bad for you.” You knew what Yunho meant.

Yunho was referring to how fake your noises were, how the guy didn't even pick up on it. Not that Mulgyeol from the campus soccer team would have time to notice. The guy was out in 5 strokes. You also knew for a fact that Yunho was probably referring to the sad little fact of you having to finish yourself after he left. You weren’t proud of that but you have needs and whilst the vast population of men give you the undeniable cringe factor, every six months or so you would attempt to divulge your urges - just to see if it would be different that time. News flash, it wasn’t.

“H-How did we get onto the subject of my dry sex life?” You nervously chuckle, looking back and forth between the two men with vibrant cheeks.

A chuckle rumbled in Yunho’s throat, dying off to a comfortable silence. The conversation topic would have felt very intrusive had it been with anyone else, but somehow, the two still hadn't weirded you out. You were still sitting comfortably content in your camping chair around the fire with them.

Mingi fidgeted in his seat, fingers threading through his platinum blonde hair… he hadn't said much else for the next 15 minutes. the three of you sitting in comfortable silence.

“I’m off to bed, guys.” You mumbled tiredly as you stood. You began to fold up your chair to take inside, but Yunho waved you off, claiming he would take it when they went to bed.

You weren't far from them, certainly not out of earshot when Mingi spoke again.

“We'd never do that.” it didn't take a genius to know what he meant, and the mere thought of his words made your skin alight. “Goodnight, ____.”

Mingi's parting words at the campfire the previous night had lit a fire within you. Your skin prickled with the curiosity of what else he could have meant. Your dreams hadn’t been favourable to you either, your body jolting you awake with the lingerings of a breathy plea hushing into the silence. Your skin was littered with goosebumps, and your mouth felt dry.

One thing about being in this lakehouse is the chill of a night, but you didn’t plan on being out of bed long. Especially in your pyjamas that were only white shorts and a blush pink camisole with white lace trim to match. A shiver shuddered through you as your feet hit the cold wooden floorboards. You didn’t bother with a cover-up. It was 3 AM. Who would be up at this hour anyway?

Mingi was. Nearly choking on air as he rounded the open doorway to the kitchen to find you reaching up on your tiptoes for a glass from the top shelf. You had one knee resting on the grey marble of the counter for leverage but it only had Mingi’s eyes zeroing in on the shortest pair of shorts he had ever seen, your cheeks almost shyly peeking out the hem.

He sucked in a breath, brain finally kicking into gear when he saw your balance wobble and your fingertips only pushed the glass further away on the shelf. He heard you grumbling to yourself, cursing whoever decided to put the glasses on the top shelf. Your rambling had an endeared smile whispering the corners of his mouth, his head shaking slightly as he approached.

Mingi knew he was testing the waters here but as he closed in on you, his left hand splaying its fingers on your hip to steady you, his chest to your back, the right arm reached past your own to grab a glass. He felt the jolt of surprise your body made against his own.

Mingi cleared his throat. “You didn’t look like you were winning.” His voice was thick and gravelly from sleep, fingers tightening their hold on you as you moved back instinctively.

The glass made a muted sound as he set it on the counter, Mingi’s brown eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the view of your neck arched back to angle your head toward him, staring at him with surprised doe-like eyes.

You seemed to be rendered speechless, a blush on your cheeks that almost matched your top. The male was having heart palpitations when he finally got the front view of you, the teasing view of your navel between the hem of your camisole and the waistband of those pesky shorts he just wanted to remove drove him crazy.

Needing a distraction from the way your nipples perked beneath the material stretched over your breasts, his touch on you ceased. His fingertips tingled from the buzzing feeling of grazing your bare skin. Clearing his throat, he swiftly picked up the glass to fill it.

You felt like your soul was trembling, calling out for him to touch you once more. You felt wound tight, words catching in your throat. “U-Uhm, no.” Your attempt to recover had your voice sounding slightly strained. “Who’s bright idea was it to put cups on the top shelf?” You laughed it off quietly.

“That’d be me.” He hummed, “Yunho’s grandmother left us this place in her will, we renovated it a little.” Mingi leaned back against the counter, his black sleep shirt pulling taught across his torso. “We’ve known each other since we were kids, our families are close.”

You nodded quietly, acknowledging him. Mingi lifted the glass of water to his lips, your eyes locking on how his throat moved when he swallowed the cool liquid. Your gaze trailed up to his face, heated gazes locking as he pulled the glass away. Your breathing elevated, Mingi was looking at you as if he wanted to eat you… The corners of his mouth tilted up as he held out the half-full glass of water to you.

You couldn’t look away. The intensity behind his eyes locked you in place, your fingers brushing his own as they curled around the cool glass. Mingi couldn’t look away, couldn’t stave off the stirring in his shorts as he watched you turn the glass and drink.. His mouth prints are being covered by your own.

Mingi’s brain couldn't help it. To him, you’d just indirectly kissed him. He could see the range of emotions in your eyes. The eye contact finally broke when Mingi caught sight of a droplet of water cascading its way past the rim of the glass and making a path down your jaw and neck… he watched it disappear under the almost sheer camisole.

“Fuck, ____… You don’t make it easy.” He groaned throatily, prompting you to set the now-empty glass on the counter once more.

“What do you mean?” Your head tilted, eyebrows drawing in confusion.

An amused chuckle sounded between you, Mingi shaking his head in slight disbelief. “You seriously don't know how much we want you, do you?” He moved away from the counter, towering above you. Your chin was tilted up toward him by his index and middle finger, Mingi’s hot breath dusting your face. “You’ve got to know how fucking crazy you make us.”

“U-Us?” You echoed in confusion. You sounded breathy and distracted.

“Mhm. He’s right.” You jumped at the sound of the new voice. Yunho.

Mingi’s fingers curled around your jaw, tilting your head to Yunho’s tall figure casually leaning against the doorway. “Look at Yunho when he’s talking to you, Dollface, hm?” Mingi’s lips sounded against your ear, teeth grazing against the shell.

Yunho made it no secret that he was checking you out. Not when his bottom lip pulled into his teeth when his dark eyes roamed your figure. “We could give you everything you need and more, Angel.” His tone is soft, and you nearly find it harder to focus when Mingi’s face is pressed to your own, his hands sliding around your waist after finding no resistance.

“If you let us.” Mingi finished for him, ghosting his lips against the corner of your jaw. “But you ought to think about it…decide what you want.” His words left you confused, your eyebrows furrowing when they cut through the haze.

“Why?” You looked to Yunho, the male grinning at the desperation in your eyes.

He tutted, shuffling closer. Yunho’s long fingers slid into your hair, palm cupping your cheek. He almost cooed fondly at how you arched into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut. “Because this wouldn’t be just a one-time thing,” he murmured. “If we have you, we aren’t letting you go. You’re ours.”

Your breathing stilled, mind dizzying. A sound escaped your throat, both Mingi and Yunho’s touch seizing from your body. “Think about it, We won’t make a move until you do.”

And with that, both men left the kitchen with sick grins, leaving you standing there breathless and wanting.

You hadn’t slept for the rest of the night. How could you? With a proposition like that, your mind only raced. You’d come to the same conclusion. Nothing they said last night had scared you away. You still very much wanted them both, and actually, you liked the idea of being ruined for anyone else. Being theirs… well.. You guessed your thoughts of good guys only wanting bad girls were wrong.

You were already showered and dressed for the day by the time Yunho emerged from his room. Mingi was still sleeping, his door firmly shut opposite the room you were staying in.

You sat at the round four-seater table at the far end of the kitchen, a cup of coffee in one hand as you scrolled on your phone. Yunho liked the blue colour of the blouse you wore, your cotton shorts complimenting it nicely.

He fixed his cup, sitting silently across from you. Yunho wondered if he and Mingi crossed a line with you yesterday. He’d worried about it all night after the kitchen encounter. All worries were soon washed away when he caught your eyes shyly glancing up at him.

“Was last night okay?” He blurted, almost wincing at how rushed he sounded.

You seemed to pause, taking a long sip of your coffee before you answered him. Almost as if you were making him wait. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” You voiced, prompting his shoulders to relax.

The both of you sat in a comfortable silence until you’d finished your drink. “It’s so sunny out, I’m gonna catch some sun.” You washed your coffee mug up, then turned to Yunho just before you left the room. “Wanna join?”

Yunho nodded, claiming he would meet you out on the deck. What he didn't expect was to find you in a pastel peach string bikini, the front of your body shiny and glistening with tanning oil. He can see where you had missed spreading the liquid on your back.

He inwardly groaned. Surely, you were doing this to him on purpose at this point. Yunho readjusted the sunglasses on his face, setting his phone and book down on the small table between the two sun loungers. He leaned back in his lounger, picking up his book to flick through.

From the corner of his eye, he watched you lie your lounger flat, adjusting the head cushion to lie on your front. The sun bounced off your skin beautifully, and Yunho was about to compliment as such but stopped short when your hands reached behind you to untie your bikini top.

“You don’t mind, do you? I hate tan lines.” He couldn’t see the mischief behind your eyes with your sunglasses in place, but he for sure caught the twitch of your mouth. “Did I miss any of my back?” Your question was loaded with faux innocence.

Yunho slowly folded his book back, slipping in his bookmark in the process. He set it down, wordlessly grabbing the tanning oil and standing from his lounger. Yunho perched himself on the edge of yours. “You missed a bit. Can I?”

You hummed your consent, propping your head on your forearms. “Mhm, please.”

Your stomach fluttered at the feeling of Yunho’s big hands on your bare back. The tingles returned, just like from Mingi’s touch in the kitchen. His hands slowly rubbed the oil into your skin, fingertips adding pressure at your shoulder blades.

“You’re tense.” He mumbled, thumbs working at the knots of muscle easing the ache away only to make the ache in your core yearn for him further. His hands firmly pushed up from the bottom of your back, thumbs caressing your spine and his fingertips brushing the sides of your breasts.

The sounds he pulled from you had Yunho smirking to himself. An almost pained moan had his fingers pausing. “There.” You sounded so breathy... Yunho wondered if you’d sound like that if he found your sweet spot too…

“God..” You groaned, “You got magic hands or something?” You mumbled against your arm.

Yunho laughed softly, dragging his hands down toward the base of your spine. He thought for a moment, eventually speaking up. “You don't like tan lines, right?” He waited for your hum of affirmation. “Then what about these?” His fingers tugged at the waist of your bikini bottoms.

Your eyes sprang open, neck twisting to look back at him. Whatever he had expected you to say or do was not indeed what you said and did for certain… Yunho watched on in stunned fascination as you swiftly untied the strings on both sides of your bikini bottoms. “You’ve got a point. Mind helping me out again?”

Yunho had never agreed to something so fast, pulling your bikini bottoms back from behind. He swore under his breath, mouth parted as he watched the drizzles of the tanning oil hit your skin from the bottle in his hand. His hands moulded to your body again, smearing the shimmery tanning oil over the globes of your ass. He was entranced, locked on the way they rippled under his touch. Yunho allowed his fingers to testingly dip close between your legs, rewarded with a soft moan of his name. Your breathing was getting shallow, your body responding to his touch like a magnet. His fingers brushed so close, one arch of your hips and-

Yunho withdrew his hands, once again leaving you to sit on his lounger once again. You were a mess, body trembling as you attempted to recover. “There. All done.” The amusement behind his voice was clear to you.

Fuck.

After Mingi had woken up, he’d ventured out to the deck to join you. His chest was exposed, a pair of black swimming trunks sitting low on his hips. He sat in the lounger you previously occupied. “Where is she?” He asked Yunho, arms stretched above his head in a yawn.

Yunho nodded toward the lake where you were, sitting on the small jetty with your legs dangling in the water. As if you’d sensed him, you looked up from the ripples of the lake water and caught Mingi’s gaze. He grinned fondly at the beaming smile on your face as you lifted your arm to wave. “Cute.” He murmured to his friend.

Yunho nodded in agreement. “The sun suits her.” He looked up from his book. “Makes her eyes shine.”

Mingi tilted his head, smile broadening as you slid off the jetty and into the water. “She caught a tan today?” He didn’t look away from you once as you swam over, climbing up the ladder to the dock and brushing your wet hair away from your face.

“Yep...oiled up and everything.” Yunho thought back to how you’d just let his hands trail your body like that. Once again, he shut his book as you approached.

“Mings! Sleep well?” You asked, grabbing one of the towels you’d brought out with you that morning. You took no notice of the trance he was stuck in, too focused on the water droplets dripping down your body just like last night.

Well... a little like last night, he could see more of your body. Peach suited you. Yunho nudged Mingi with his foot, snapping him from his staring. “Huh? Oh! Yeah, slept great.” He sat back in the lounger. “Always do out here.”

After drying as much of your body as you could, you disappeared inside. It wasn’t long before you reappeared, a cherry popsicle in your hand. Mingi’s arm encircled around your waist when he noticed you were about to sit on the floor. Instead, he let you sit between his legs on the lounger.

“Better than the floor,” you joked. You lifted the end of the popsicle to your mouth with your left hand, and your right beginning to mindlessly scroll through your phone.

Your body relaxed against Mingi’s chest as his fingers mindlessly played in your hair. “Is the water warm?” He asked, raising an eyebrow of amusement as you moved the popsicle away from yourself with a grimace. The iced treat had melted, the sticky substance making a mess of your hand and chin. You didn’t even want it anymore. The Cherry taste was more sour than expected.

“A little chilly to begin with,” You answered, slotting the half-eaten treat back into the wrapper, Yunho taking it from your sticky fingers to put it in the bag they were using as a bin for their snack wrappers.

Mingi didn’t say anything more. Instead, he grasped your wrist in his hold and brought your hand to his mouth. With a startled gasp, you tilted your head to watch as he lapped up the remnants of the melted liquid from your skin. Once he was satisfied, he let your arm go to shift his attention to your neck and collarbones. His mouth was warm and soft, wet tongue lapping at the mess on your skin. Your arms raised behind you to curl your fingers into his hair, sighing out in contentment.

Mingi moaned against your skin. He was addicted now he finally had his lips on you. Just like he knew he would be. Mingi’s teeth nipped gently at the juncture of your neck, his tongue swirling over the skin to soothe it. You didn’t have it in you to scold him for marking you up… not when your mind was a dizzy spell of fire.

Your dazed, addled mind didn't even see Yunho move from his lounger. You hadn’t a clue until his strong hands grasped your ankles, fingertips ghosting their touch up your legs to part your thighs. “So pretty.” His honeyed voice reached your ears through the haze. “But, sweet as she looks…” He began, his tone sharpening. “I made a discovery earlier, Mingi.”

The younger hummed against your skin, mouth still worshipping your skin. “Mh? What’s that?” His words muffled with his wet kisses across the tops of your breasts above your bikini.

“Our Angel, here.” Yunho toyed with the strings of your bikini bottoms. “Already knew what she wanted the moment she came on this trip with us, didn’t you?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t think of a coherent thought right now… a sharp swat of Mingi’s hand across the top of your thigh drew out a whimpered gasp. “Yunho asked you a question, Dollface.”

“Yes! Yes, I knew.” You cried out, Mingi’s teeth biting at your skin once more.

“Thought so.” Yunho mused. “That stunt you pulled earlier really didn’t work in your favour, did it?” You hadn’t ever heard his mocking tone before, but you weren't about to complain… It sent shocks through your core.

“No, It didn’t.” You admitted. You were hoping to wind him up, determined to see how far he would go before he snapped… but instead, he’d left you practically naked and wanting on the lounger next to his.

Yunho tutted, shaking his head. He tugged the ties of your bikini free, letting the strings hand down. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He spoke raucously, shuffling down to lie at the foot of the lounger on his stomach.

Yunho's soft lips made contact with the inside of your knee, traipsing kisses up until he met the crease of your leg. He wasn't worried about anyone seeing you. The lake house was in the middle of a wooded area, two miles from the road or any neighbouring cabins.

Mingi held you still as your body began to writhe, the product of Yunho's lips blowing cool air over your throbbing centre. “Stay still, Pretty girl.” Mingi said gruffly, mouthing at your breast over your bikini.

His mouth worked at the bud of your left boob, lips suctioning around the nipple. Your whines fell on deaf ears, Mingi just wanted to kiss every inch of you. He struggled with the knot at the centre of your back that kept you partly clothed. Frustrated grunts, making him lift his mouth off of you to attempt to untie it. He settled with wrapping part of the string around each fist and tugging, effectively snapping the material.

Your head was too fuzzy to care, especially when you felt the flat of Yunho’s tongue lick straight up the middle of your core. “Yunho!” One of your hands flew down, from being draped around Mingi’s neck behind you, to clutch Yunho's hair. His mouth was relentless, muscular hands holding your thighs over his shoulders. You never knew a man could moan like that from eating pussy but here he was, his noises creating vibrations against you.

You didn't quite know where to pay attention to, Mingi’s mouth and fingers abusing your nipples or Yunho's onslaught of licks and sucks on your clit.

You slumped against Mingi again when Yunho prodded two fingers at your entrance, your hips cantering in acceptance. “You're so wet, Angel. Bet I could just easily…” Yunho trailed off as his middle and index finger finally pushed in. They dug deep within your walls, a long moan echoing around the deck. “Knew it.” He curled his digits, the pads of his fingertips tapping against the spongey wall he was looking for.

It elicited a sharp cry from you, Yunho mumbling a small ‘found it.’ before his mouth latched onto your clit again, tongue flicking in tandem with the thrusts of his fingers hitting your sweet spot.

By now, your sounds of ecstasy were no secret, pleas of their names desperately calling out as you writhed in their grasp. “Please!” You begged, Mingi lifting his head to watch your expression.

Mingi made a sound of disappointment as he was met with the sight of your head thrown back and your eyes closed. “Watch him, ____.” it wasn't a request. His tone held no room for debate, and so you peeled your glazed eyes open, tilting your head down to watch as Yunho devoured you.

You felt your orgasm building the faster Yunho's fingers abused your g-spot. Your moans rising in pitch. You didn't even give him a warning when your lower abdomen tensed, toes curling as the sound you let out was almost animalistic. Your thighs shook around Yunho's head, attempting to close, the fingers in his hair tightened to pull at the roots harsher than you meant.

When Yunho's head finally lifted from between your legs, he was grinning ear to ear at you as you slumped breathlessly against his best friend. You could feel Mingi's erection against the base of your spine from where you were laid.

“We're not done with you yet, Dollface.” Mingi cooed mockingly, looking down at your fucked out figure. He pressed a kiss to your forehead when you looked up at him, shaking his head gently and guiding your eyeline back to Yunho.

Your whole body froze. Yunho's swim trunks were chucked haphazardly onto the other chair, his hand slowly jerking his cock. He was huge! Probably the biggest cock you'd ever seen… his girth was impressive alone but you worried if he would even fit.

“____, you good?” He asked encouragingly. Yunho could see the apprehension on your face give way to a determined squint.

“Mhm. Fine, m'good.” Mingi's palms rubbed your sides as you answered.

“Okay, you need to tell Yunho if it's too much.” He stated. “You can make sure to do that, can't you?” He sent you a dazzling smile when you nodded.

You will yourself to relax as the fat head of Yunho's leaky cock makes the first press against you. Just the tip was stinging from the stretch. Mingi hugged your back to his front, kissing up and down the left side of your face and neck. “Relax. Stop tensing.” he demanded softly.

Mingi continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. Praising you, touching you, telling you how much you drove them both crazy. It relaxed your muscles enough to accept Yunho's length, pushing into you further. His teeth harshly bit into his bottom lip, his hips rolling slowly forward to sheath the final few inches in you. The garbled moan you made was accidental, but you were thankful Yunho stayed still to give you time to adjust.

“Holy shit.. are you all the way in?” Such an odd question to ask his best friend, but Mingi was never brash about such things.

Yunho nodded, his voice strained as he answered. “Our Angel’s a good girl. Of course, she took it all.” He grunted at the squeeze of your heat at his words. “I'm so deep.” He marvelled.

Mingi, as if to test his words, pressed his hand on your lower stomach. His eyes bulged out of his head, free hand reaching for your own for you to feel the outline of Yunho's cock. You whined, trying to roll your hips as a signal.

Yunho's thrusts started gentle, light taps of his hips against your thighs. Until you get used to his size, the initial discomfort makes way for blinding pleasure. His movements grow more calculated and hard. Mingi's hand stays on your lower stomach, feeling the way Yunho’s cock nudges your insides.

“Y-Yunho.. Yuuunhooo!” Your throat was hoarse from screaming his name repeatedly. “You're s-so deep!”

His thrusts get firmer, fingers digging into your thighs harder than before. This man was literally rearranging your guts in the best way. Mingi lets his hand glide from your stomach to toy with your clit, circling it with his fingers. It hadn't been long since your last orgasm but you were fast approaching a second. Yunho wasn't much better himself, his pace quickening. He felt his skin prickling as he approached his high.

The moment you fell apart around him, Yunho lost it. His thrusts grew sloppy, hips jittering as he spilt into you. “Fuck, Angel.” he panted. “You're gonna kill me.” Yunho pulled out slowly, taking his time to watch his release leak from you. He felt hot and sweaty but nicely sated.

Mingi manoeuvred your body back to the lounger as he slipped out from under you. The noticeable tent in his trunks caught your eye briefly. “Can you take one more?” He questioned you.

Yunho planted himself back on his own chair, sitting back to watch the two of you. He watched the obedient nod you gave, messy hair falling in front of your face.

Mingi tapped your cheek gently, pushing your hair back before connecting your mouths. The kiss was full of desperation, tongues curling around each other. You protested when he pulled back all too soon. “Turn over.” He helped you roll onto your stomach.

Unlike Yunho, Mingi didn't give a warning that he was going to thrust into you. He still gave you time to adjust, though, that much you were grateful for. His thrusts were brutal from the start.

Mingi wasn't holding back anymore. He wanted you ruined for anyone else but them. You were theirs and theirs only. He had a bruising grip on your hips, guiding them as you bounced back to meet his hips. Your moans and screams for him were constant, you'd surely have a sore throat in the morning.

He was pounding into you much harder than Yunho had. You had the pillow of the lounger in a death grip, back arched. Mingi watched the way your ass cheeks rippled with every bounce against his pelvis. You started to feel overstimulated, this was the quickest in your life you'd had an orgasm build up. Though, it was aided by the previous two and the mass amounts of tension between the three of you. Your lips parted on a silent cry as you came. Your body began to violently tremble.

Mingi pulled out immediately, his hand gripping his cock to empty his come over your ass, pruning deep in his chest. “You did so good.” He praised, breathless.

Your brain felt like it wasn't working. All you could do was dazedly giggle in reply. Thoroughly fucked.

“We broke her.” Mingi laughed, using the same towel you dried yourself with earlier to wipe your ass and lower back. He was sweet enough not to drag the rough material over your sensitive pussy. You were too overstimulated for that and he picked up on it quite quickly.

Both Yunho and Mingi pulled you into the en suite bathroom in Yunho's room a few minutes later. Your legs felt like jelly, and the two were cautious with how they handled you.

After they had showered you, Mingi wrapped you in a big fluffy towel. His arms held you to his body. You still hadn't said much, but your blissed out expression meant that the two men weren't worried.

“C'mon Dollface, you need rest.” Mingi said as he stroked your damp hair behind your ear. “We've got so much more in store for you.”

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HIS HANDS!!!!!!

🥵🤬🫠

They know guys 🫣

YH ⚓ [240420] Instagram Update #Yunhois3gram "See you💋 coachella🌙"

#yunho #ateez #ateez hard thoughts #yunho ateez #ateez yunho #jeong yunho #yunho scenarios #ateez scenarios #hand pics #hand photography #yunhos hands

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Swooning over all the new pictures posted the past few days 😍😍😍

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h0e4jongho · 12 days

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Yes I’ll take one in the style of Song Mingi, of a Jeong Yunho or perhaps a Kim Mingyu please 🙏🏻

weighted blanket isn‘t enough i need a 6“2 man laying on me

#yunho ateez #song mingi #mingi #ateez mingi #mingi scenarios #song mingi ateez #ateez yunho #yunho #jeong yunho #Kim mingyu #mingyu #seventeen #seventeen hard thoughts

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h0e4jongho · 13 days

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It’s giving… academic rival, enemies to lovers vibes for me 🤔 Where the tension between you two is electric! I shall start working on this right away.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez hard thoughts #ateez x reader #jeong yunho #yunho #ateez yunho #yunho x reader #ateez x y/n #yunho ateez #yunho fanfic

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h0e4jongho · 14 days

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I don’t know how anyone can pick a bias, because look at them.. LOOK AT THEM! They are all perfect and beautiful and I can’t pick just one 🖤

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h0e4jongho · 14 days

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I love when they give him his sword 🗡️

Coachella 2024: Park Seonghwa

#park seonghwa #ateez #seonghwa #coachella 2024 #ateez gif #seonghwa gif #Ateez wonderland

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h0e4jongho · 15 days

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I am a girls, girl through and through. I believe in gender, equality, and feminism I believe everyone should be treated equally no matter who you are…That being said… the things I would let this man do to me, are absolutely filthy and unspeakable 🥵 I would have absolutely no self-respect when it comes to him. Want to use me as a footstool? No problem Cheoli <3

#scoups hard thoughts #seventeen scoups #scoups #SCoups hard hour #svt hard thoughts #svt hard hours #svt hip hop unit #seungcheol hard hours #seventeen seungcheol #choi seungcheol #seventeen hard thoughts #seventeen

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h0e4jongho · 28 days

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🫠

WOOZI Super @ Follow to Incheon (240330)

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h0e4jongho · 28 days

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This is so fucking accurate 😂

ateez as muppets based on nothing but vibes

A/N: this is for fun. Don't be a jerk.

current masterlist | fic recs

Seonghwa: Kermit the Frog

Hongjoong: Dr. Teeth

(gif via @/sainta66 on Tenor Gifs)

Yunho: Gonzo

(gif via @/adam807 on Tenor Gifs)

Yeosang: Beaker

San: Pepe the King Prawn

(gif via @/AmandaLaMartina on Tenor Gifs)

Mingi: Sweetums

(gif via @/adam807 on Tenor Gifs)

Wooyoung: Animal

Jongho: Fozzie Bear

#ateez #ateez headcanons #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

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forest themed dividers:

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country boy w/ mingi

thinking thoughts about country boy mingi who talks to you in a southern drawl as he leans his upper body on the bonnet of his truck. he’s so shameless with the way he looks you up and down, and you really don’t mind at all. in fact, you almost wish you could swap places with that stupid toothpick he keeps dangling from his pretty lips.

“don’t you think you ought to be getting home, doll?” he croons at you as you push yourself up to sit on the hood. the way your thighs spread against the red metal makes him salivate, but he’s a strong man. he can control himself, “i don’t think your daddy is my biggest fan; he wouldn’t appreciate you hanging around someone like me after sunset.”

as much as you hate to admit it, mingi is right; something about the farm boy from the neighbouring ranch just didn’t sit right with your daddy. maybe it’s his cocky way of speaking, or the rumours that get passed around town by all the pretty buckle bunnies who had their turn with him. the cowboy had built quite a reputation for himself, over the years. he likes to fuck and chuck; he’d rarely beds the same girl twice, and never more than three times. those brief encounters seem to be enough for most of the women you come across in the local bars—they do nothing but rave about how nonchalant and uncaring the cowboy is in bed. apparently, the way he fucks them hard and rough makes him all the more attractive.

yet he was never anything but soft with you. soft smiles, soft words, soft touches. just soft. if only your daddy could see the way he grins at you as he pulls the hat from his head and settles it atop yours, or the way his lithe fingers tighten the string around your chin to secure the hat in place. the deep chuckle that leaves him as the brim falls over your eyes goes straight to your chest, your heart beating unhealthily quick.

“my daddy doesn’t control me,” you push the brim up so you can see his pretty face. his skin is gorgeously tan from all those hours he spends in the field with his boss’s horses. you often watch him from your window, sketchbook in hand as you messily draw him over and over. he doesn’t look quite as good in graphite as he does through the glass of your bedroom window. seeing him like this, so close that you could touch him, is even better, “and i’m not really to go home yet. besides, didn’t you promise me a ride on mr campbell’s prize pony?

he smiles and it shines brighter than the sun that’s taking its time in sinking below the horizon. his laugh puts the sound of morning birds to shame. his skin is smoother than your daddy’s whiskey, and his eyes sharper than his switchblade. nothing compares to him, you figure as you gaze into his deep hazelnut eyes; you could watch him and never hunger for anything else. you’d be sustained for life.

“sure i did, doll,” he takes the toothpick out and flicks it to the ground. you watch as it lands in the dirt by his dusty leather boots before letting your eyes drag themselves back up his body to reach his eyes. every part of him is just as pretty as the next and you find that the more you stare, the more you want to have him, “but it’s getting to be dark soon, and like i said, your daddy doesn’t approve of me. i’m not quite good enough for his little princess, am i?”

“i think you’re good enough for me,” you blurt out, heat immediately rising to your face as you take in what you’ve just said. humiliating yourself in front of the man you’ve been dreaming about for years is never good, especially not when you see the man almost every day. you look to the floor, cursing yourself as you hear mingi hum in amusement. it’s not for long, though. he catches your chin on one long finger, drawing your eyes back up to his.

“i’m sure you do, doll,” his voice is teasing, as is his lopsided grin. it sends a shiver down your spine as he taunts you, “precious little thing, thinking i don’t see the way you stare at me from your window. i see the hearts in your eyes, y’know. the way they turn green whenever you see me with one of those towny girls. it's cute; you’re cute.”

a huge hand comes to rest on your exposed thigh. you freeze in place, eyes on his, heart in your mouth. then his other hand meets with your other thigh and without any resistance from you, he parts them just enough to shuffle his body between them. you swallow down the knot in your throat as he invades your personal space.

“part of me wants to agree with your daddy; you’re too good for me, doll. you deserve someone better,” his face is too close to yours. you’re holding your breath as if you might blow him away if you were to exhale. his own fans across your face, the scent of mint and menthol filling your senses. suddenly, it’s your favourite smell in the world, “but then again, i tend to be possessive over things i consider to be mine… and i don’t think i could bear it if i were to see my doll hanging off another man’s arm, hm?”

he whispers that last bit, the slow drawl of his accent echoing through your brain, turning your thoughts to mush. you’re sure he can see the effect he’s having on you; the shallow rise and fall of your chest, your swollen lip from where your teeth continuously tug against it, your glazed-over, thoughtless eyes. you’re also sure that it’s only serving to encourage him.

still, even if mingi currently has your legs in a gelatinous state and your heart ticking like a time bomb, your daddy didn’t raise a pushover. a princess, yes, but never a pushover. one of your (extremely shaky) hands finds its way to his chest, pushing at the linen-clad muscles ever-so-gently until he stumbles just a few inches back. despite your eyes not being able to find his face, you know you can do this.

“well, what about you?” your voice is feeble. you clear your throat in the hopes of making it stronger, “you think i like watching you flirt with other women? to hear all those nasty stories about what goes down in the bed of your truck?” the more you talk, the more your courage builds. you look him in the eye, only to see he’s still smirking. that beautiful, infuriating smirk, “you’re not the only possessive one, mingi. if i’m yours, you’re mine—”

the next few seconds happen in a flash, but you can pick out three key events. first, he bullies his way between your thighs again, pushing them wide and pulling you close until his pelvis is flush against yours. then, with a determined hand, he rips the hat away from your head, slamming it down onto the hood of his truck and making you jump. there’s almost no time between that and the final event, though, as before you can say a single thing more, a pair of determined lips find your own.

they’re hot as they trap you in a kiss, moving quickly and sloppily against your own. he’s quick to take charge, fingers pressing deep into the flesh of your thighs as he moves his lips against yours. it’s like he’s been waiting for this for years, and now that he’s finally got it, he’s not willing to let it go. desperate, and hard and fast, it makes your head spin in the most delicious way. so much so, in fact, that you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck to act as some sort of stability as you melt into his touch.

he pulls away for mere seconds, just enough for you to catch your breath, before diving in for more. this time, he leads with his tongue, bullying his way into your mouth as soon as his lips are on yours again. there’s no fight for dominance, the both of you already knowing that he’s the one in charge of this whole ordeal. you just let yourself sink into it, enjoying every second of him devouring your mouth.

all you can hear is moans mixed with the sound of lips smacking against lips. you can’t tell where your moans finish and his start, but perhaps it just goes to show how in sync the two of you really are.

he finally pulls away again, for good this time, and a heavy sigh falls from his lips, “i’ve always been yours, doll,” his wet lips meet your neck, and you tip your head back as a moan tumbles from your parted lips, “from the moment i met you, i was yours.”

“what about—”

“gossip spreads in a small town like this,” he cuts you off, “not everything you hear is true. you have a one-night stand to get over a girl once and suddenly you’ve slept your way through the whole town. honestly, i’m kind of glad the story focuses on how good i am in bed and not on the way i cried about you after i came…”

you can’t stifle the giggle that bubbles from your throat as he nuzzles against your neck.

“you cried about me?” you laugh.

“multiple times, doll,” he confirms, “what can i say, i’m a softie at heart.”

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As I’m reading this i got the notification Cheol uploaded to IG 🩵🩷

୨୧The Afterparty୨୧

{your head is reeling from the scene you’d just witnessed at soonyoungs party, and your heart isn’t doing much better. how could everything go so wrong in just a few hours? whatever, if things were already fucked you’d just have to get fucked with them. but hes still there, in the back of your mind. and youre evidently in the front of his. cheol is furious with you. furious and possessive, and you wonder if you can get through soonyoung's afterparty without something happening between you two}

warnings: angst, smut, cheol is possessive and slightly creepy (mentions of possible stalking but he doesnt confirm anything), hard dom! Cheol x sub! Reader, bondage, degrading, multiple orgasms, light breeding kink, impact play (spanking), nipple play, size kink cause i cant help myself, just the general hard fucking yall know the drill, drinking but for the plot theyre not super drunk during sex (cause dont do that)

word count: 6k

you threw back shots like they were water, your face constricting from the bitter taste on your tongue before you slammed the little shot glass on the counter “another one.”

somewhere through the buzz the alcohol caused you could hear cheers. some from jeonghan and soonyoung, who had convinced you to try and out drink mingyu (who they joked was “the resident alcoholic”), and some from people you didn’t know.

somehow this afterparty was even bigger than the party itself.

the ride over to jeonghan’s loft was completely silent. both soonyoung and seungkwan had watched your face fall upon seeing seungcheol leave with her, and both were graceful enough to let you have your moment of peace before the afterparty started.

fuck him.

genuinely and whole heartedly, fuck him.

your head spun with each shot, each pass of that vile liquid down your throat.

you didn’t know how long it had been since you got here, and you weren’t sure you cared. you planned on getting as blackout drunk as possible and passing out somewhere in this overwhelmingly spacious loft.

it seemed like other people had that same plan. what with how nearly every surface contained substance ranging from white powder to the remnants of someone's attempt of rolling a blunt. the smell of something sharp filled the air, mixing with the awful smell of whatever the fuck you were drinking right now. who even knew with how many bottles were lining every table in this huge fucking space.

seriously how rich was jeonghan anyways to be able to afford this luxurious downtown loft? you thought the view of the city might be nice too if you were sober enough to see straight.

music blasted overhead, something about parties and women and fucking. all things that reminded you of him. of how he held her face while shoving his tongue down her throat…

jeonghan passed the now refilled shot glass to you and you downed it without a second thought.

mingyu did the same across the table from you and gagged “alright i might have to tap out.” you locked eyes with him as the crowd around you yelled for you and smirked at his pout

“i thought you were supposed to be good at this” you teased the large man "maybe next time youll take more than-"

soonyoung's voice cut through the conversation "Cheol? how did you find this place?"

you stopped. the room stopped. the whole fucking world stopped.

you watched as cheol sauntered into the loft, his eyes locked on you.

"soonyoung, i thought you said he didnt get an invite" you hissed at your friend. you were about to push further, convinced he orchestrated this for you and cheol to talk out your relationship, until you saw his face.

soonyoung had gone pale. he was just as surprised as you to see cheol at this afterparty. jeonghan however didnt look the least bit phased to see him.

the rest of the people around the four of you had gone back to partying, completely oblivious to what was about to happen.

"cheol, what are you doing here?" soonyoung said, stepping forward to put himself between you and the man "i never sent you the address"

cheol looked to jeonghan before turning his attention back to you, ignoring soonyoungs question for the second time. "wheres dino? im surprised hes not following you around like a little lost puppy."

you balked. was he being serious right now?

"i could ask you the same thing about anjelica. thought youd be fucking her by now" you crossed your arms. if he wanted a fight youd give him one, you were definitely tipsy enough.

"who said i didnt?"

this bitch.

"then why the fuck are you here seungcheol? we both moved on apparently, so why even show up?"

his eyes stared through yours "who said i moved on from you?"

soonyoung moved from infront of you, seemingly understanding that as his unspoken cue, and pulled jeonghan into the corner to talk to him (more like argue).

standing alone with cheol in jeonghan's kitchen you braced yourself for the conversation youd been waiting days for.

"then why do it cheol? why ignore me for days only to bring her to the party and rub it in my face?"

"i could ask you the same thing, y/n. i didnt hear from you at all until a few hours ago when you asked to talk, but by then Anjelica needed someone to take her to the party and i couldnt just say no."

"but -"

"and i know how it looked. i know. but you didnt even let me explain. didnt even let me come up to you before i watched you almost run to hole yourself in the bathroom."

he waited a second for you to say anything, and when you didnt he continued.

"i thought you had just drank too much or something and thats why it was taking you a while, but when i went to check on you i heard moaning." he inhaled and paused, gripping the edge of the counter like just the memory of it was too much for him to recount, "i couldnt believe it. so i listened, i thought maybe id just missed you leave or something. that it was anyone but you in there."

he scoffed, "but i know you and i know your voice like its my own. i knew it was you so i waited. i waited until i couldn't anymore. and then it was him." another inhale "it couldve been anyone else but it was him."

"again, i could say the same thing about you, seungcheol. that woman is the whole reason were here in the first place. and i tried. i tried to contact you to get you to talk about things. so imagine my surprise when shes the one you bring to the party. the one youve been fucking for god knows how long and-"

"and you havent been fucking chan?" his voice raised loud enough to draw a few party-goers attention to the two of you

"what are you-"

"i know about the texts y/n. why the fuck do you think id fuck her in the first place."

you paused. what did he mean by "the texts?" first he knew about you and chan hanging out and now he knows about your texts with him? no, theres no way. surely hes talking about something else.

"oh dont play innocent, y/n, you know exactly what im talking about" cheol leaned into you, coming so close to your ear so that youd be the only one who could hear him. "how you texted him every slutty thing you wanted him to do to you. how you wanted chan to fuck you...cum in you and eat it out of you"

your mouth hung open and your face turned red as a tomato. you couldnt tell if it was from embarrassment or anger. or from the looming fear that he somehow knew, somehow found out about your private texts.

"hoenstly, y/n, i had on idea how much of a slut you could be"

he leaned away, straightening his back again and looked down at you.

"how-how did you-"

"i have my ways."

your eyes widened at him in shock, causing him to grin at you. for the first time in your whole relationship you were...scared of him.

"maybe chan was right" your voice was weak "maybe i shouldve gone home with him tonight" your voice cracked with the tears that threatened to spill

cheol said nothing, he didnt have to with the fury that burned in his deep brown eyes. he grabbed your wrist and tugged you along behind him, leading you down a nearby hallway you didnt even notice before.

he pulled you into the darkened room with so much force you nearly fell down. you couldnt see much but you figured this was one of jeonghan's many guest bedrooms judging from the king sized bed in the middle of it.

"what did you just say?" he had his back to you, facing the door as he spoke as if not looking at you would help him calm down some.

you couldnt help it, you were crying now, hot tears running down your face as you stumbled over your words "cheol, youre scaring me"

"oh, im scaring you?" you hear the faint click of the lock on the door. you were trapped with him now.

"y-yes." you sniffed "chan said you talked to him. threatened him and now youre doing the same to me"

he turned to you, eyes still lined in rage "he said what? y/n-" he tried approaching you but stopped when he saw how small you looked. you were truly terrified of him

his voice softened "first of all, id never hurt you. that you think id even try is-" he gulped, trying to hide how his voice wavered "and second, i didnt "threaten" him, i told him not to touch you because i knew that word would get to him about our...fight...and hed try to steal you away from me."

he slowly closed the distance between you two, taking note of how your body language became more receptive of him. he took your hands in his, running his thumbs against the soft bumps of your knuckles.

"look, i know things are rough between us right now but i miss you. and im sorry for everything" he looked into your eyes, willing you to understand just how sincere he was being "theres questions you have for me that i just cant answer. i dont have an excuse for anything and i know thats not enough, and i know its wrong of me to ask you to understand, but please"

you faltered. saying there were questions you had or him didnt even scratch the surface. for one you couldnt understand how he just happened to know about the sexts, then that compared with what chan had said about him always...showing up. how he could find you and just be there without you even telling him where youd gone. how hed done that same thing just now despite how soonyoung obviously didnt sned him the party invite.

yes, you had questions (almost an endless list of them at this point), but he was close to you and the woodsy scent of him was engulfing your senses and those big brown eyes were pleading with you not to storm off again. you couldnt help yourself.

you stood on your tip toes and kissed his lips softly.

cheol's arms immediately brought you closer in a warm bearhug, his lips moving against yours with all the tenderness of an apology and all the fervor of a man that had waited, dreamed of this since he first met you.

his lips quickened, his tongue running over your bottom lip to ask for entrance, and you obliged.

cheol's tongue roamed in your mouth, licking you up like hed eat you if he could. just fucking inhale you until you both became one.

he turned you both around suddenly until he had you caged within his arms, your back pressed against the door

"is this how you like it, hm? i heard him fucking you against that bathroom door, is that what you want me to do?" his voice was hushed as he spoke between kisses to your neck

you whimpered, had you really been with chan just a few hours ago?

his lips paused on your neck "are you thinking about him?"

"what, cheol i-"

he pushed off of you "you are." his eyes darkened, "what do i have to do to erase him from your mind huh? i couldnt keep your attention before, so what do i have to do now to keep you from even thinking his name?"

"cheol-"

he caged you in again, gripping your wrists and holding them firm against the door.

“do i need to tie you up so you won’t leave me again? cause i will.” you paused, eyes widening up at him as you realized he was being completely serious “i’ll do anything to keep you here, with me. you might want chan but you need me.”

then he moved off of you, you were so stunned by what he said that you didnt even notice him walking towards something. ofcourse his words shocked you, but what shocked you more is you realized chan was right.

cheol was crazy.

the ropes were on you before you even noticed he’d come back. he bound your arms with expertise, weaving the rough material around your wrists, but being sure not to tie them too tight. he didn’t wanna hurt you after all. he wasn’t a monster.

"cheol! what the fuck are you doing?" you words were panicked, he really was tying you up in the middle of some random room. the only saving detail about all of this was that this was jeonghan's house, and you guys were friends.

and then it dawned on you.

how cheol knew where to go for the party. jeonghan.

the two were good friends, everyone knew that. but did that mean that jeonghan knew how fucking crazy cheol could be, was being right now?

when you came back to reality your hands were completely bound together, and cheol had picked you up bridal style to place you on the bed.

he plopped you down on the soft mattress, the scent of fresh laundry filling your nose before you pushed yourself onto your knees, your dress riding up your plump thighs.

"think you can get away with it? letting him eat your little pussy out. come on baby, you know that belongs to me"

he crawled on the bed to you, placing his strong arms on either side of your thighs as he towered over you, even sitting on the bed he was still quite a bit taller than you.

"but you were allowed to fuck someone else tho, right?" you pushed your lips out in a pout and cheol's eyes tracked them, a smug smirk crossing his face as he saw the jealousy you so easily conveyed.

you looked so...cute.

"awwww is my pretty baby jealous?" his voice was low as he began kissing your neck again, trailing down to your breasts that were now peaked with your nipples. you didnt know if it was right to be turned on by his possessive asshole behavior, but you werent sure you cared right now. you couldnt deny that you really wanted to feel his hands on you.

"n-no," you breathed

"no?"

"no."

he nipped at his skin "not even if i say i kissed her just like this? licked her right where im licking you right now?" his tongue passed over the clothed tips of your nipples

"fuck," you hated what he was saying, but your body loved how he felt on you

"what if i say i tied her up just like this? fucked her mouth and made her take every bit of me i had to offer?" he raked his teeth over your sensitive buds, biting lightly through the material and making your back arch into him

you wouldve reached up into his hair too if he hadnt tied your hands together. or maybe you wouldve slapped his chest for what he was saying, pushed him away and cried from what he just admitted to you.

but you couldnt, so you did the next best thing "i hate you" you groaned out, even though youd never wanted him more

he paused, bringing his eyes up to meet yours "take it back"

you nearly laughed at the difference between his personas, how hed just said all those filthy things but as soon as you rebuttled he looked like a hit puppy.

and you really thought youd got him there. thought youd won the upper hand and had him right where you wanted.

youd never been more wrong.

"y/n." his voice warned "take. it. back."

you straightened your back in defiance "no."

"fine" he pushed himself up, coming to his knees on the mattress "if you cant listen to me, then ill just have to fuck the disobedience out of you"

your stomach flipped. youd never been talked to like this before. but you couldnt help that you liked it. really liked it if your pussy had anything to say about it. you were so soaked, you thought youd have ruined your panties if you hadnt somehow lost them at one point in the night.

he gripped your chin in his fingers, his palm nearly covering half of your neck as he pulled you towards him

"hows that sound baby?"

you knew what this was. an out. a way for you to express your discomfort, and you knew in the deepest parts of you that he would untie you in an instant, mutter endless apologies, and take you home if its what you wanted. but its not.

you wanted him to fuck you. fuck you so thoroughly and completely that he completely forgot another woman ever existed before you. youd be sure of it.

"g-good. it-sounds good" it came out pathetic and muffled from his fingers squeezing your cheeks together.

he smirked at you "good girl. now lift up baby, lets get you undressed"

you obliged, what else could you do with your hands literally tied.

cheol's fingers left goosebumps in their wake as he lifted your dress off of your frame. you watched as his eyes took you in. grazed upon every curve of your perfect, beautiful body, before snagging on your pussy

"baby?"

"hm?"

"where are your panties?" his eyes snapped up to meet yours as if the answer lied in them. and maybe they did, with how his gaze darkened at you.

he stood off the bed, standing right in front of you as he undid the buckle of his belt, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time.

"he has them, doesnt he?"

the thought honestly never crossed your mind that chan mightve taken your panties, not that you cared.

"he does." cheol's voice was filled with assuredness, like he knew without actually knowing where your pretty little lacy thong had gone.

he slipped his belt from the loops of his pants, folding and snapping it together once causing you to flinch at the sound

"baby, youve been such a bad girl recently" he frowned at you, his eyes raking across your body, snagging on the hickey that chan gave you "no, youre not a good girl at all. in fact, i think naughty girls like you deserve to be punished."

all you could do was sit back on your heels, looking up at him innocently through your long eyelashes.

"dont give me the innocent act, y/n. we both know you were fucking Chan's tongue just a few hours ago." pushed you down on the bed, then forced you onto your stomach, your pretty little ass on display for him "tell me baby, how many spankings do you think you deserve for giving away whats mine?"

another snap of his belt "ten? twenty?"

you couldnt answer, just arched your back, angling your ass higher at the promise of pain you so desperately craved, so long as it was cheol doing it to you.

he palmed your ass lightly, his large hand raking over your soft flesh, almost like he was inspecting you, making sure that hickey on your neck was the only one chan had left.

"lets settle for fifteen, how does that sound baby?" another snap "sound good?"

you mewled at the sharp sound

"y-yes, sounds good cheollie"

your head was pressed against the mattress, cheek squished in a way cheol thought made you look so adorable. but he knew better. you were nothing but a slut, and he was gonna show you what happened to sluts that couldnt contain themselves, that went around riding other mens' faces in their friend's bathroom.

without warning the painful sting reverberated through your body, your hips pushing into the bed as he slapped the belt against your ass. hard.

"fuck!" you yelped

"such a dirty mouth baby." he clicked his tongue "you really are a bad, bad girl" another spank to your ass. one that was even harder than the last, like he expected you to behave sweetly while he beat the fuck out of your soft flesh.

"tell me baby, did you know hed take them? did you let him take those little panties so that he could go home and fuck them?" another sharp spank had you groaning, turning your face into the mattress to keep your screams muffled "think chan's at home now, cumming into those little panties while thinking of how you tasted on him?"

another spanking. fuck he was getting hard just watching you try to squirm away from your punishment. he knew you probably didnt mean for chan to take your underwear, but that didnt infuriate him any less. and unfortunately your ass was right there for him to take out all his frustrations on.

you on the other hand were feeling both the worst and best experiences youd ever felt. cheol's spanks were harsh, but youd be lying if you said each slap didnt make your pussy even wetter.

"no cheollie" you somehow managed to whine out, the sound coming out slightly muffled from the mattress...and where you crying? "didnt mean for him to take them"

another spanking "whyd you do it then?"

you yelped, tears now streaming down your face as you took every bit of pain he gave you, something deep inside yourself spurring you to convince him that you were good. his good girl.

"d-dunno"

spank

"yes you do."

spank

you were sobbing now, hot tears creating a puddle where your face laid pressed against the bed

"j-" you hickuped from the choked sobs now rolling through you "just wanted to f-feel good"

cheol landed two harsh slaps against your ass with the belt. fuck how many was this now? maybe ten?

"and i couldnt do that for you? hm? didnt trust your cheollie enough to take care of your needs?"

another spanking

another set of cries escaped your plump lips, your hips trying so hard to squirm away from him.

"n-no, just wanted to m-make you jealous." you cried out

you braced for another spanking at your confession, only to be met with silence.

"what was that baby" his large hands came down to massage the now bright red skin of your butt.

you sniffed, turning your head to the side so that you could barely make out his looming frame behind you

"only rode his face n talked to him to make you j-jealous" it was pathetic really, how many tears slipped from your watery eyes from the confession, but it was true. youd only done all of that in an attempt to get back at cheol, even if some of the things he was never supposed to know about. so much good those little secrets did against someone so...crazy like cheol was. or whatever he was.

cheol placed a sweet, soft kiss against your ass before smoothing the skin there "and what do you have to say for doing something so mean to your cheollie? making him listen while you got your little pussy ate, while you came all over another man?"

"m-sorry" you sobbed again, you didnt even know your body was capable of making this many tears "m-so sorry cheollie"

you muffled your cries into the mattress again, too embarrassed with how hard you were sobbing to let him see even the side of your face.

cheol's eyes softened at you. your body laid out before him, cute little hickups from how hard you were crying. and that apology. fuck, you really were his cute, sweet y/n.

and he couldnt help but feel guilty for ever pushing you to act so naughty.

hed make it up to you for the rest of his life. would spend the rest of his days on his knees for you for ever having touched another woman, even if he was thinking of you the whole time. but that was his apology to make another time.

tonight was about that fucking scene hed walked in on back at soonyoung's apartment. about all the texts he couldnt erase from his memory.

"come on baby" cheol stood back up and snapped the belt again "only five more left. lets hear you count for me. think you can do that for your cheollie?"

you sniffed, unable to form another sentence, but nodded before turning your head to the side.

spank

"one"

spank

"two"

spank

"three"

spank

"four"

spank

"f-five"

you heard the faint clank of the belt against the hardwood floor.

heard the soft sound of clothes hitting the floor, before feeling a dip in the bed beside you as cheol climbed onto the mattress next to you before laying flat on his back.

cheol ran a had across your hair, pushing a few strands behind your ear before tilting your chin

"look at me baby" his voice was soft, but firm with the promise of another punishment if you didnt obey "there she is, my sweet good girl"

you sighed. there it was, that title you so desperately needed to hear fall from his lips.

you sniffed, another set of tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. "ch-cheollie" you cried suddenly, hiccupping against the bed as your body shook. you tried to reach out to him but your hands were still bound in place by the rough rope.

cheol cooed at you "awweee my sweet perfect angel, did cheollie hurt you?"

you nodded, tried to look up at him through your lashes again, but couldnt even see straight for all the tears that clouded your vision

his heart strained at the sight of you trying to tug your arms out of the restraints to get to him. how you couldnt roll over onto your stomach properly because of the rope confining your movements, and the pain searing into your lower half.

you looked so helplessly cute to him, and he couldnt help but pull you onto him, forcing your thighs apart to straddle his hips. and his now very erect cock.

his big hands came up to whisk away the tears from your face, gently wiping any remaining wetness from your softly flushed skin.

"there you go baby, let it out. you did so good. so good my good girl."

you hiccupped one last time, bringing your bound hands up to your face to wipe the few stray tears that fell.

"so fucking cute" cheol muttered under you.

under you.

the man you had been pining after, and who had apparently been pining after you too, was under you. completely naked, and you could feel him, every painfully hard inch of his long cock pressing against your middle.

you startled, trying to lift your cunt off of him, you didnt even realize hed set you on his hips until you felt how thick and girthy his cock was under you.

cheol laughed at your startled expression and how you seemed almost...bashful at the lewd position

"whats wrong baby? dont want a reward after all your hard work?"

you groaned at the thought. cheol reached up, pushing your hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek

"come on pretty baby, wanna see how good you ride me. how does that sound."

you nodded, giving a tentative grind of your hips against his cock.

fuck. he was so hard.

you spared a look down, just a peak, and were met with the huge length of him. he had to be at least eight inches. at least. and he was so thick too, your pussy barely surrounded the thickness of him as you grinding against him again

"mmphh~ fuck cheollie. s-big"

his hands guided your hips, his eyes watching as your little pussy struggled, clenched around nothing while the wetness of you seemingly poured over his shaft.

fuck, you were so wet and all hed done was spank you.

"yeah baby? am i the biggest youve seen?"

you moaned "y-yes! its so big" you paused "i dunno if its gonna fit in me"

his eyes nearly rolled back at your words. "fuck angel dont" his hips bucked up "dont say things like that to me"

"but youre so big" you moaned, you didnt mean to but your hips traveled so far up his length that his tip prodded your entrance "fuck, cheollie!"

"shit baby, need you so bad" he lifted your hips up "need to fuck you, fill this pretty pussy up"

you squeaked above him, your cheeks flushing red all over again "p-put it in" you paused "please"

please. god you were so cute, youd be the death of him.

he lifted your hips up, you almost had to lift up onto your knees just so that his dick had enough room to spring up, his thick tip glistening with his wet precum

you brought your bound hands to rest against his chest as cheol sunk you down onto him, basking in your whimpers at how thick he was. how the stink of him stretching your pussy out felt good. so right.

"h-how much more?" a sweat had graced your brow at how much his cock was hurting your little hole.

he chuckled a little bit "youre only halfway baby"

you groaned. you couldnt stand it. yes, his length hurt. but you had been waiting so long for this moment, and you couldnt wait any longer.

you pushed yourself down, not realizing he was thrusting himself up into you at the same time, causing you to ram yourself down, taking the full length of him into your little cunt.

cheol's back arched off of the bed "fuck!"

you moaned at the feeling of him lodged to his base in you, how his tip shoved itself against your cervix and your clit rubbed against his pubes.

cheol couldnt hold himself back anymore. he was gonna go gentle with you for your first time, but you were obviously insatiable. he smirked to himself, looked like chan hadnt fucked you well enough afterall.

cheol lifted you off of him, sighing at how your pussy seemed to retort at his cock leaving it, before slamming you back down onto him.

you cried out at the feeling of his cock splitting you open, of your little pussy being fucked by his much bigger length.

cheol's hips lifted each time yours dropped down, meeting you in the middle and causing the wet squelching sound of your ruined cunt to fill the room.

"did chan fuck you this good baby? did he make you cry for his cock and bounce on him like a needy little slut?"

you whimpered, the sound coming out sounding a little too much like a muffled "yes" for cheol's liking, and the man couldnt have that.

cheol rammed himself into you at an impossible pace, fucking you so hard that the grip he had on your hips was sure to leave bruises.

and then his dick twitched in you.

he came in you, the hot spirts of his white cum painting your quivering walls.

but he didnt stop.

his dick didnt even soften inside you, he just kept fucking his hips up into you, not wanting a single drop of cum to fall from you.

"cheollie" you whimpered

his eyes shot up to you, drinking in your fucked out expression. he couldnt stand it, he needed to fuck you harder. breed you and fill you full of his cum so you didnt have a choice but to stay with him, not with his babies nestled in you.

cheol flipped you over so fast you barely had time to process anything before he was ontop of you, kissing against your neck while ramming his still painfully hard dick into you.

he leaned down, leveling his plump lips with your ear and whispered “what’s wrong y/n? i thought you were a big girl”

you whimpered, eyes pleading up at him to be just a little softer, slow his hips down just a little bit so your cum-soaked cunt could recover just for a second.

but cheol only mocked your whimper, taunting you before picking up the speed of his hips

“big girls need to take responsibility for their actions. need to be punished when they act out of line and fuck other people.”

you couldnt help how the dam broke, and your legs shook with the wave of your orgasm.

"there we go, good girl, cumming around her cheollie's cock"

he pulled out and flipped you on your side, raising one of your legs and resting it on his broad shoulder before shoving himself back in and pounding his cum-covered cock back into you.

your body thrashed with the force of his hips, jostling on the bed from how hard his hips smashed into yours. he had you bent so deliciously to fit his thick cock in your little pussy.

your bound hands came down to your side to grip the sheets, give you any sort of grounding against the way cheol was pounding himself into you.

"ch-cheollie!!"

he mocked you, mimicking how you whined for him and moaned his name.

your pussy spasmed again, sucking him deeper into you as you came around his dick again.

without waiting for you to come down, cheol had you on your back, his large frame hovering over you as he rammed himself into oyur heat from on top of you now.

one orgasm flowed into the next at the new position, at how his curved dick hit your g spot so perfectly, like he was made for you.

your body shook with the most powerful orgasm youd ever had, something akin to a religious experience as his cock coaxed every worry out of your body.

"fuck cheollie," your high pitched moans and cries were music to his ears as your back arched towards him "fuck, love you s-much cheol-fuck!"

his hips faltered with your orgasm, with how perfectly your plush walls clenched around him.

something in cheol broke at the sight of you sobbing for him, cumming around him all while babbling about how much you loved him.

it dawned on him in that moment. you loved him.

nothing else mattered then. not the betrayals or how jealous he was. how crazy you made him. none of it mattered.

the only thing there was in his mind was you.

"fuck, y/n, i love you too. i love you more, so much fucking more" he slowed his hips to a long, slow rocking pace inside you. cheol wanted to savor the feeling of you, how you came and moaned around him.

the slow pace felt perfect, you were so soft and wet, all full of his cum and yours. he lowered himself onto you, looking into your teary eyes and came for the third time that night.

you groaned with the feeling of cheol filling you up again. his full body weight on you as he shook with pleasure. you knew he had come down from his orgasm when he rested completely ontop of you, one of his big hands coming to stroke your hair.

the weight of him was perfect, like a big, adorable weighted blanket.

but what was even more perfect was that choi seungcheol, your bestfriend that youd loved in secret for years, was now yours.

you knew it, and he definitely knew it. and nothing was going to separate you now. cheol would be sure of that if it was the last thing he ever did.

you knew that you had alot to talk about. alot of turmoil to fight through, but not tonight. tonight was for the two of you to pretend none of that existed. tonight, surrounded by the soft blue wave of moonlight that peered through the curtains in jeonghan's spare bedroom, you and cheol let those worries melt away within the warm embrace of eachothers' arms.

[authors note]

TWO PARTS LEFT POOKIES!!!! also if youve been following me you know that i struggle with writing the porn parts of fics and this one was so...i genuinely have thought abt getting laid just to have an easier time writing smut

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୨୧The Party୨୧

{its been two days since your fight with Seungcheol. two days of complete radio silence from him. whatever, you dont need him anyways, at least thats what you keep telling your aching heart. when you see cheol at soonyoungs party you can’t help the thought that you’d be better off in someone else’s hands (or mouth)}

୨୧warnings: soft dom! Chan x reader, thigh riding, marking, fingering, light exhibitionism, getting caught during sex, mentions of stalking, oral (f receiving)

୨୧word count: 4.4 k

the night of you and cheols fight was hell for you. you’d stumbled your way to your apartment, wiping the tears from your eyes as you went. you were sure you looked a mess to any passerby’s on the street, not that you cared much.

you just…missed him. missed how things used to be before your feelings complicated things. before you both decided not to mention the night that hung above your head.

most of all you missed the time before you both let your jealousy drive you to act out of spite. you’d both relinquished the very awful, very dirty truth that you’d been going behind each others backs for the past few months. now you were unsure what would come from the ash-heap of a relationship you two had burned down.

kicking off your shoes in your entryway you sighed. you didn’t know why you were caught off guard, you could feel the pressure building up between you two for weeks now, it truly was just a matter of time before the inevitable.

you just wished it had gone differently.

you made your way through your apartment and into your bedroom, shutting the door so your roommate wouldn’t be able to hear the sobs you were letting out.

cheol, your cheol, was fucking another woman.

you wrestled with your emotions. sure you’d sexted chan, but there was no way for cheol to know that. and maybe he’d somehow found out you’d been hanging out with the other man, but that was really just as friends!

you groaned, hiding yourself under the covers while you waited for him to text you his apology. that’s how these things worked: you fought, you left, he texted, and you’d go back to normal.

only this time he didn’t. cheol was completely silent.

okay, maybe he needed the rest of the day. the fight was the biggest you’d ever had, so surely he just needed some space before you’d apologize to eachother.

but by thursday afternoon there was still no text, no call, nothing.

you shut down and restarted your phone multiple times. surely it was a glitch. you two never went more than a day without talking to eachother.

thursday night also came and went, not that you got much sleep anyways.

“i just don’t get it soonyoung” you sandwiched your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you sorted through your closet, trying to find something to wear for the party tonight. “he always at least texts by now. i’m worried things won’t go back to normal.”

the man’s voice was distant in the phone, he had set it to speaker while he prepped his apartment for the party “well, have you texted him at all? i know you think you’re in the right but to be real with you, i think you’re both wrong.”

you gaped “you do?”

“well i mean, you have been seeing chan haven’t you? why shouldn’t he be allowed to…explore his options as well?”

your hands paused their work “how do you know about that?”

“know about what?”

“chan. how do you know we’ve been hanging out?”

“ooohhhh that. i saw you two at the coffee shop. aw man what’s the name…” he trailed off “The Roastery? no… Beans and Buntcakes?”

“soonyoung” the man paused at the sternness of your voice

“…yeah”

“did you tell cheol you saw us out together?”

“…”

“soonyoung!”

“okay, okay, yes i did. but to be fair i didn’t know it was a big deal! i mean like why keep that a secret? i didn’t know you two…had feelings for eachother.”

you groaned. so that’s how he found out. through soonyoung, who undoubtedly was trying to get the deats on your relationship with chan.

you weren’t mad at soonyoung at all. the man couldn’t help that he was a gossip. and he couldnt have possibly known you’d meant to keep it from cheol.

“…are you mad at me” the man’s voice was quiet, you could practically see the pout on his face through the phone.

you giggled, though it was a shell of your usual laugh “no soonie, i’m not mad.” you paused “to be honest it’s kind of a relief he found out through you. i was starting to go crazy trying to figure out how he knew about that.”

soonyoung laughed “i bet he sounded like such a stalker to you y/n!”

you smirked. yeah right, cheol would never do something like that.

you heard faint yelling from soonyoungs end. something about forgetting the alcohol, and how stupid soonyoung had to be to forget the alcohol for a college party.

“shit. sorry y/n, i gotta go. seungkwans bitching at me again.”

“no problem, i’ll see you at the party” you paused “and hopefully i’ll see some alcohol too”

soonyoung groaned out a “not you too.” before hanging up.

you might’ve been teasing him, but a part of you was very serious. you definitely needed a drink or two to get through tonight.

especially if cheol was gonna be there.

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the floor of soonyoung's apartment shook with the heavy bass of the music that blared through the speakers. you walked through the cloud of smoke as you made your way through the crowded room.

you didnt know how soonyoung never got in trouble with his complex for these wild parties he often threw, but you werent complaining. his parties were legendary on campus. everyone talked for weeks after about how "you have to go to a kwon soonyoung party at least once, if only to watch him argue with his roommate".

your eyes scanned the room for cheol. you had texted him hours before the party, having caved and asked if you two could meet up before going. but you were only met with silence.

still, you knew he would most likely be here tonight. it was rare of him to miss something like this.

drink in hand you crossed the living room and took a spot on the couch next to soonyoung and seungkwan, who were (to no ones surprise) arguing.

"i told you to get the alcohol and you bought seltzers? you know they make my tummy hurt." seungkwan said with a very serious face. looks like this was a reoccurring problem.

"how was i supposed to know theyd be out of the usual? and besides these are fine, maybe just skip out on the drinking tonight. youre already bordering on alcoholism."

you snorted, drawing the mens' attention.

"y/n! hey!" soonyoung pulled you into a hug "when did you get here? i didnt even see you come in"

"he doesnt notice anyone but himself" seungkwan leaned across the man to whisper (although not very quietly) to you "hes quite the narcissist if you havent already figured out"

soonyoung pushed him back "dude back up youll gas her out with your nasty breath. anyways, how are you doing y/n? any luck with what we talked about earlier?"

you stared down into your cup and sighed "no, he didnt even text me back. i only came here to see if he would be here too so we could talk."

"okay first of all, ouch. and second, i dont think hes here yet, i wouldve noticed if he got here already."

"soonyoung, you didnt even notice when i sat right beside you-"

"thats besides the point." he threw an arm around you "maybe you should rebound? hes ignoring you and i happen to know that chan is on his way right now"

you perked up at the mention of chan. although you were heartbroken over cheol, maybe soonyoung was right. he was definitely giving you the silent treatment.

soonyoung eyes softened at you, he knew you well enough to know you were weighing all of your options right now, and overthinking every possible interaction you could have tonight.

he tilted your cup up to you "come one y/n, drink. have fun. who cares what he thinks or what hes doing. just let go tonight."

you let him guide the cup to your lips, taking in the familiar aroma "yeah...just let go" you murmured, letting the cup tilt back and basking in the liquid that poured down your throat.

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there he was, you turned your back for one minute to say something to hansol about your stupid fucking psych class and he just...appeared.

cheol.

and he wasnt alone.

jealousy flowed through your veins, bitter and hot as you took in the sight of him pushing past the crowd with Anjelica in tow behind him, smiling like shed just won the lottery.

all you could do was watch them. it was so casual, the way he turned back to her to say something while getting the both of them something to drink. it was like in the span of two days he had completely replaced you.

"y/n, are you okay?" hansol's voice brought you back to the present. the very awful present.

"yeah, m-okay" you mumbled before taking another drink of your seltzer. you were very much not okay.

cheol laughed at something she said, not a full laugh, you might not have noticed it actually if you didnt know his body language so well.

"i, um, gotta go." you gave the man a sad excuse for a smile and he gave you one back. god did everyone know how pathetic cheol made you?

you set your drink down on the coffee table. youd apologize to soonyoung later for the mess, but you had to get to the bathroom and get the hell out of here.

you shrunk down, trying your best to remain unseen by cheol while making your way to the bathroom. it was so close, just down the hall. fuck had you already drank enough to need to pee this bad?

you were about to turn the handle to the bathroom door when you felt a presence behind you.

"heading out already?" chan.

you turned towards the man "oh, yeah. just not really feeling it anymore you know?"

"i dont blame you. i wouldnt wanna be within a hundred feet of him if i were you, what a creep"

you were about to agree with him, but it was that last part that got you. creep? yes cheol was a grade a asshole, a liar, and a bad friend. but creep?

chan noticed the look on your face, the way you had your eyebrowed knitted in confusion.

“i mean, surely you’ve noticed by now.” he gaped at your confused face “y/n? tell me you’re not that oblivious.”

you lowered your voice “chan i don’t know what you’re talking about. i think maybe you’ve had too many drinks.”

“i’m sober, y/n.”

“still i don’t know what you’re talking about-“

“we can’t talk about this here, y/n. not when he’s watching.”

you startled, what the fuck was he talking about?

"chan what-"

you didn’t have time to respond before your wrist was enclosed by chan's much larger hand. he guided you in the small room before shutting and locking the door behind you.

he took a few steps back from you, turned his back to you and raked a hand through his hair.

the air was thick, or maybe that was just you holding your breath. you didnt know where this was going, but something inside you told you it wouldnt be good.

chan broke the silence “look, i know your friend group isn’t gonna say anything to you, i’m sure they haven’t even noticed themselves, so i’ll tell you.”

he paused and turned towards you.

“seungcheol is crazy, y/n. like mentally insane. he came by my house yesterday and all but said he’d kill me if i laid a hand on you.”

your eyebrows shot up. “he did what?”

chan closed the distance between the two of you, backed you against the bathroom door which caused you to tilt your head back just to maintain your eye contact with him.

"and please tell me youve noticed him always...lurking. like any time we go out together ive noticed he sometimes just shows up. and didnt you ever wonder how he somehow always knows when youre at my place? think about it. every time were together he calls you with an "emergency" saying you need to leave. isnt that weird?"

you were stunned to say the least. no, you hadnt noticed any of that.

didnt you?

chan's voice lowered “the thing is tho, i’m not sure i care. i want you, y/n. i want to do every little thing you told me about. every dirty little thought in that sweet head of yours. fuck, i don’t care if cheol knows i just,” he sucked in a breath, his head dipping towards you as his eyes locked onto your lips “want you”

your breath hitched “chan, i don’t know. i-” fuck this was all so much to take in. had you really only been talking on the couch with soonyoung not even an hour ago? how did you end up here?

He caged you in, arms resting on either side of your head as he brought his lips within an inch of your ear.

“I know you’re in love with him” his thigh wedged itself between your legs, coming to rest at your pussy “and i know he’s in love with you, which makes this dangerous, but i don’t care. just give me tonight and i’ll make it worthwhile, y/n.” he ran his nose along your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine "let me show you what we talked about, hm?"

you felt it then. the two drinks you had caused your head to fog over along with your inhibitions. you thought about it for a second, you knew chan would stop to moment you asked him to. you knew that you could go back into the party, find cheol, and force him to talk through the mess that your relationship had become. you knew that was the mature, right thing to do.

but you also knew that he fucked her. he fucked her god knows how many times, in how many ways, then rubbed it in your face the second you brought her up in a way he didnt like. you wondered briefly if you had been thinking about him while he was fucking her. where you crying and wondering where this thing between you would lead to while he was moaning her name?

you felt that burning hot anger all over again. youd never crossed that physical line with chan, but you wanted to tonight. fuck cheol and all of his secrets. you could keep some too. youd do this because its what you wanted. an eye for an eye, right?

"i need an answer baby" chan whispered, sliding his hot tongue up the curve of your neck, drinking in the taste of you like that alone could satiate him.

you leaned your head to the side to grant him better access "fuck, yes chan. want it so bad. wanna do everything you told me."

chan groaned, his hands coming down to rest at your hips. he bunched your dress up around your waist, putting less material in between your now dripping cunt and his muscular thigh, and began sliding you against him.

chan pulled away from your neck, taking in the goddess-like view of you. your head thrown back with each pass your pretty little pussy took over his thigh, a flush gracing your smooth skin from both the alcohol and...him. just the thought that he was actually doing this with you was enough to have his dick hard in an instant. fuck, hed thought about this forever. had jerked off nearly every night to your texts, wondering if youd every let him taste and touch you in all the ways youd said.

fuck cheol for keeping you from him. chan didnt know how the man always knew, but he had you now. he had you and he was going to give you what he knew you needed if it was the last goddamn thing hed ever do.

you rutted against chan's thigh like a bitch in heat. he was just so muscular and your panties were bunched up from all of the friction, causing them to press against your hard clit. you were undoubtedly ruining his pants. you looked down and...fuck. a wet patch had grown over his jeans, right where you were rubbing yourself on him. your arousal seeped through the material so fast, it was like youd never been touched before. that was how turned on you were.

you looked up at chan and were met with his beautiful, chocolate eyes blown out as he watched you, a blush dawning his cheeks. he was enamored. you raked your eyes over his body as you continued humping his thigh, and your eyes caught on something big (and hard) poking through the front of his jeans.

you whimpered at the sight, your cheeks blushing even more with how he was so unashamed with his desire for you. "channieee~"

"sshhhh, i know baby. let me take care of you first. wanna watch your pretty little pussy cum on my thigh just like we talked about." he leaned in, his lips caressed your neck again as he sucked hickies onto you.

the pleasure was so much. youd drunk just enough alcohol that you felt everything more than you normally would. everything including the way he flexed his thigh under you.

that was your breaking point. you came undone immediately and without warning, you were so caught off guard you didnt even bother to hide your high pitched whimpers and moans as your body shook with pleasure. your thighs clenched around his, keeping him firmly in place as you rode out your high, chan talking you through it the whole way.

"thats it baby, always wanted to hear those precious moans." your hips bucked one last time, your head rested on chan's shoulder as you caught your breath "did so good for me, showing channie how you like to get off. so good my sweet, good girl."

you whimpered again. you knew he had a mouth on him but fuck.

chan pushed you back against the door and lowered his thigh gently, holding you in place so that you could catch your balance on your own.

you watched his deep brown eyes darken "look at you baby, so messy all for me. wanna clean you up" his large hands palmed your hips, gripping you as if you were his lifeline "want channie to clean you up princess?"

you were confused for a moment before he lowered himself to his knees before you.

"cmon baby, be a big girl and use your words" he teased while running his hands up your thighs and parting them. chan almost couldnt help himself from cumming in his pants at the sight before him, right when he saw the pretty lacy panties covered in your wet cum.

"y-yes. need channie to clean me up. want it so bad" you bucked your hips forward. he just looked so pretty kneeling before you, cock all hard and undoubtedly suffocating in his pants. you wanted it so bad you couldnt wait.

chan smirked before hooking his fingers around those cute lacy panties and pulling them off of you, pocketing them without you noticing.

your pussy was so cute to chan, all puffy and wet with cum. he couldnt take it anymore. he wanted to be gently with you, wanted so badly to drag out your pleasure and have you cum on his face countless times. but he also knew that his time with you was limited with him not far away, the thought was exciting to chan. cheol had said not to touch you, but he didnt say not to eat you out.

chan lifted his face into your cunt with excitement, his strong arms circled your hips as he began lapping at your core with need. he groaned against your cunt at the raw taste of you on his tongue. you were everything he dreamed and more. the rough walls of your pussy spasmed around his tongue at the sudden intrusion.

it was like he knew all of your spots immediately with the way his tongue curled in you. you couldnt help it, he just felt so good that you began riding his face, fucking your hips onto him and chasing your second high of the night.

your fingers carded in his soft, brown hair and pulled, bringing his face impossibly closer to your pussy while you rode him.

chan groaned against you at the pain tingling his scalp, causing the vibrations to reverberate deep in you, bringing you that much closer to your orgasm.

you were so close, the finish line just mere inches away, before a rough, loud, banging on the door made you jump against chan's mouth. you couldnt help the way your clit knocked against the round tip of his nose from your scare. you also couldnt help how you groaned at the sensation.

another loud bang, so loud it sounded like someone was trying to bust the door down with their fists.

chan removed himself from your cunt "keep riding my face princess"

"but channie-"

"let them listen baby, just wanna taste you" then he was back on you, licking and sucking into you with even more force. the pressure to your core stung slightly as he inserted two long fingers into your cunt without warning, immediately plunging his digits in and out of you.

you whimpered, throwing your head back as chan went to work against your soaked cunt. the wetter you got against his mouth, the more he lapped it up. his tongue worked expertly against your clit, his plush lips sucking the perked bud every now and then.

your moans filled the tight room as you came around him for the second time that night.

chan helped you through it, his tongue flattening against you so that you could ride out your orgasm against the strong muscle. his hands guided your hips, massaging your ass as you writhed with pleasure.

he kissed up your thighs as you came down, before standing tall against you and pulled you into a hug, his hands smoothing down your hair as he pressed soft kisses to it.

"did so good baby, so good for me"

you rested your head against his chest for a little while. you felt so at peace you almost forgot about the person banging on the door.

almost. but the banging picked up again, only louder and angrier this time.

"we should probably go, it sounds like someone really has to pee" you laughed, reaching for the door handle to return to the party.

chan grabbed your hand, causing you to turn back to him. his big brown eyes round as he pleaded with you "come home with me y/n, i-"

he didnt have time to finish before the door burst open, nearly knocking you if chan hadnt pulled you into his chest in time.

you looked up and your heart stopped.

cheol.

his face immediately went white with rage as he took in the sight before him. you. his y/n, pressed against chan. your neck covered in purple marks and his hand resting all too comfortably against the small of your back, keeping you in place next to him. as if your presence would protect him from the thoughts now circling in cheols mind.

cheol almost laughed at the man's surprise. he mightve found it funny if it wasnt you hed just heard moaning, cumming, through the thin wooden door.

cheol didnt breathe, didnt speak or yell or cuss the man out like he wanted to. didnt resort to violence (if only because you were there). he just...turned from the both of you.

you watched him take a few deep breaths. watched his large shoulders shudder before he rolled his head to the side.

"soonyoung's looking for you" cheol's voice had a deep, sinister edge to it. like he was holding back so much more than he was letting on "better go see what he wants"

and then he was gone. back into the party without another galnce back at you.

you didnt know what to think. didnt know how to feel or what to say to chan. you couldnt tell if cheol wanted to talk to you, or would even be willing to talk to you after tonight.

and you didnt know why you felt a little bit of guilt at what youd just done.

you looked up at chan, whose face was pale with fear "um, im gonna go try to find soonyoung"

he grabbed your hand again "the offer still stands y/n. ill take you home if you want me to." your heart broke at the sincerity in his voice. the truth and pure, honest feelings in his eyes.

"chan i..." you trailed off. he understood. ofcourse he did.

so chan let you go.

you couldnt look at him as you walked back into the loud music, smoke, and drunk students knocking against you as they grinded and danced on eachother.

you found soonyoung right where youd left him, on the couch still somehow arguing with seungkwan.

"y/n! there you are!" soonyoung pulled you into a hug "ive been looking for you everywhere!"

you smiled sheepishly at him "sorry i was...busy"

seungkwan spoke up from his place on the couch "i get it, seltzers hurt my stomach too, so i feel your pain" he side eyed soonyoung.

"y/n, dont pay attention to him, hes not worth the headache. ANYWAYS, i wanted to know if youre coming to my afterparty? its kinda hush hush but ill text you the details if you wanna go."

you looked up then, into the crowd of people and paused, your heart breaking for what felt like the hundredth time this week.

"yeah, ill go" you mumbled under your breath.

"perfect! ill text you the location right now."

"hopefully theres real drinks at this one"

you heard seungkwan faintly, heard as soonyoung made his usual snarky comeback at the man. you heard, but you werent really listening. how could you when all you could hear was the blood was rushing through your body. anger and jealousy once again took over every fiber of your being.

you couldnt pull your eyes away no matter how much you wanted to, no matter how much your heart begged you to. not as you watched cheol's tongue graze across her lips, their kiss chaste and needy. you watched from afar as cheol made out with her not ten feet away from you.

[author's note]

not boo and hoshi arguing like a married couple. theyre def the drama queens of the friendgroup, i mean theyre already the drama queens of seventeen so it makes sense...

tags: @jeonwonwooscutie @kawennote09 @prpldahy @shuabby1994 @christinewithluv

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h0e4jongho · 1 month

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୨୧The Fight୨୧

{you and your bestfriend know you have feelings for eachother. you know and yet you choose to torture eachother instead of ever admitting there could be something more between the two of you. but that all changes after one very heated night, and one awful argument}

୨୧warnings: angst, reader is insecure and jealous, reader and cheol are in a toxic friendship, fighting (only verbal), mentions of sex and sexting, alluding to stalker behavior

୨୧word count: 2062

anger boiled in every cell of your body. youd never felt quite so furious before in your life, you wouldnt even consider yourself someone that angered easily. however, the sight before you had convinced you that the feeling was now woven tightly into your dna. it was a part of you now, and you had begun seeing red.

cheol talking, no, FLIRTING with another girl. and not just any girl. hed chosen (seemingly even gone out of his way) to talk to Anjelica, the girl you fought about barely two days ago.

there was nothing inhearently wrong with Anjelica, she seemed like a sweet enough girl and you knew shed back off if you told her about your feelings for seungcheol. but thats the thing, you wanted CHEOL to reject her himself, but he never did. he let you stand by and watch as he all but flung himself at her any time she was in his vicinity, all while claiming that he had no real intention of being with her when you two were alone.

you knew you had no claim on the man as he had no claim on you. however, that never changed how bad your fights could get about the subject.

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[two days before the party]

"Cheollie! Cheollie wait up!"

your head spun at the nickname, sure you had your own nicknames for your bestfriend but it was her nickname for him that made you sick to the stomach. not Cheol or Coupsie like you and your frinedgroup called him. Cheollie.

you rolled your eyes to yourself, slowing your pace to match Cheol's as he waited for her to catch up to the two of you. Anjelica.

Anjelica smiled "hey Y/N!" the girl huffed, catching her breath as she returned her attention to the man beside you "I wanted to ask if you are gonna be at Soonyoung's party on friday, but you left class so fast i didnt get a chance to"

Cheol laughed beside you, taking his hand out of his pockets and standing up straighter in her presence. you hated how you noticed these things. hated how crazy he made you that you actually paid attention to how his body language changed around her.

he smirked and you knew what was coming. with that sensual and deep voice he said "i will if you are, Anjelica" there it is, that unmistakable flirting that he just never did with you, no matter how much you wanted him to.

Anjelica blushed, her deep brown skin glowing from within as her thick lips curved into a shy smile. she was so beautiful it wasnt a surprise that cheol liked her. that didnt mean it sucked any less.

"well," she giggled "okay then, i guess ill see you there" Anjelica turned, waving her perfectly manicured nails at the two of you as she sauntered off to her next class, her plump hips swinging with each step she took.

you couldnt help yourself, you glanced up at cheol and your heart clenched in pain. he was watching her walk off a small smile splayed to his lips while his eyes tracked the movement of her ass.

you hated it. that ugly, awful feeling you knew too well. jealousy.

ever since you met seungcheol it was like jealousy crowded your head, placing itself in your traitor of a heart with each glance you caught him taking at the woman.

you were silent the rest of your walk back to his apartment. it was like the both of you were taking in the serene calm of the fall air before the inevitable fight you were about to get into.

something in everything unspoken between you two rippled moments after Anjelica left, you could feel it. like seeing lightning before hearing thunder, all you could do was anticipate what was to come.

as you two walked down the sidewalk of your college you thought back on your relationship with seungcheol. from the first day you met it had been just you two, even when you met the rest of your friends it was like no one could come between your friendship or take that title of "bestfriends" away from eachother. you could still remember very clearly the night he alleviated every fear you had that he didnt feel the same about your relationship. how you two stood there on his balcony, the murmur from the party inside drowned out by his voice as he told you you meant the world to him, that you could rip his heart out and hed still crawl back to you if only to beg youd do it again.

yes, that was the moment you completely fell for him. but he never mentioned that night again, so neither did you.

still, that everpresent "something" between you made it impossible to not become jealous of any girl that had his attention. truthfully, he never seemed that interested in other women until Anjelica. never usually gave other women the time of day until she came strutting her curves and bouncy curls around your college campus.

you breathed deep, taking in the crisp air before walking up the steps to his apartment. you didnt realize youd gotten here already. it struck you then that you were mindlessly following him the whole walk here. such a small detail, but one that undoubtedly summed up the entirety of your relationship up until now.

cheol opened the door for you, head down as you walked past him into his apartment and shut it behind you. you could feel his stare on you as you walked to his kitchen table and began wordlessly unpacking your books from your backpack.

you had your back turned to him, but heard very clearly the exasperated sigh that left his mouth before his deep voice filled the room "alright y/n, what is it this time"

you flinched internally. this was how it had been for a little while now, you couldnt lie to yourself anymore that you were making it up, cheol was undoubtedly treating you different. why was he always so sweet to her but treated you like a second thought or some kind of burden?

"if you know what im gonna say already, then what point is there in saying it?"

"because i know you, and youll give me the silent treatment until you get your point across." another exasperated sigh "just get on with it already." he crossed his arms over his chest, a sign you knew meant he was getting ready to fight.

his annoyance made your face heat in anger. he was in the wrong here not you, so what right did he have to make you feel like this inevitable argument was something that you caused?

"are you serious right now Seungcheol? you were there right? you know, fifteen minutes ago when you were throwing yourself at Anjelica when i was right there." you put a hand on your hip, something that also ticked cheol off. that was your fighting stance, and now you were both on the offense.

he rolled his eyes at you "oh come on, thats what this is about? she asked me if i was going to a party! you know, the same party youre also going to? what is the problem?"

"you know what the problem is, cheol." you were treading dangerous waters now, neither of you really liked acknowledging the plethora of complicated feelings you had towards eachother, mainly because it can get too painful too quick.

he stepped closer to you, tentatively, like hed scare you off if he got too close. "and what exactly is this problem youre so insistent about?"

you faltered, were you really doing this on a random wednesday? when you woke up this morning and met cheol for class you had no feeling that this is where your day would take you, but it had to happen one day.

"The problem is you know how i feel about you cheol. you know and yet you still go out of your way to make me feel like i dont exist when Anjelica is around. i just dont get why youd tell me all the things you supposedly feel for me, just to go and make me feel like shit."

a beat passed and you held your breath. he looked...angry with you.

"are you fucking kidding me y/n?" his voice was calm at first, but you could tell hed just passed his tipping point. this was about to get bad.

"what? am i wrong cheol? you literally throw yourself at her like she's the one you love. how do you think that makes me feel?"

"oh come on y/n" his voiced raised steadily "are you really trying to gaslight me into believing you havent done the same fucking thing to me? I see you, you know. I watch you more than you realize, and i see every way you look at him, and how youve never once looked at me that way."

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, a detail that didnt go unnoticed by cheol, and only stood to make him angrier.

"dont play innocent y/n, and dont pretend to "not know who im talking about" because we both know that youve been trying to hide you and Chans little relationship from me for months now. I mean did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”

your mouth hung slightly open, not out of surprise but because you knew he was right. youd been spending more and more time with Chan recently. the two of you had gotten…close to say the least. you texted every day and things had gotten out of control on more than one occasion. never anything physical, but you two had sexted on nights you were especially jealous. and horny. but it was all a result of the jealousy you felt, and nothing more. you just didnt know Cheol noticed, or even how he found out.

still, that didnt help the fact that he himself was taking interest in someone else. he was just as much of a hypocrite as you were.

"oh so you can feel something for another woman but i cant feel something for Chan?"

cheol went rigid, "you...feel something for him?"

fuck.

"cheol that didnt come out right. i-"

he cut you off, words angry and rushed as he nearly spat them at you "no, dont explain yourself y/n. youre allowed to fuck whoever you want, god knows i do"

you paused, "what?"

"i said youre allowed to fuck Chan all you want." cheol's face scrunched in rage, it was like he couldnt hold back now that hed finally said it. he let his anger take over.

"cheol i-"

"i mean seriously, what did you think was gonna happen hm? that wed be together as friends and id stand by until you were ready to be with me? that id commit myself to celibacy all while you let some other man-“ he waved his hands around “all until you finally caved for me? you can enjoy fucking Chan all you want, y/n, cause I sure as hell have been enjoying Anjelica.”

tears streamed down your face with what cheol had just admitted to you. it wasnt cheating, you two werent even together. but it still felt like he had betrayed you.

"i just dont understand it cheol" your body shook with each sob that forced its way out of you, your hands pressed against your face in shame as you let out every thought, every concern you had since that night. "you told me i was everything to you, that youd always be there for me, with me, so i dont get why youre so intent on going after her."

you couldnt even say her name. couldnt even think it out of fear that the jealousy would consume you if you did. her name. the name cheol had spoken, undoubtedly sighed and moaned when he was in her.

you wanted to vomit.

your heart ached, strained each beat as if it would break right then and there. ten feet away from where hed lifted you up and given you hope for something more with him, so close to where that night had taken place, cheol tore you back down.

you didnt look at cheol as you packed your bag, only the sound of your sniffles filling the apartment. you didnt look at him as you stumbled to the door or dropped your shoes cause you couldnt see through the tears. you didnt look at him as you shut the door to his apartment. and you didnt turn back as you heard him begin to cry through the wall that now separated the two of you.

୨୧[author's note]୨୧

part 2 is coming out soon! just a warning, it gets more toxic in the upcoming chapters

tags: @kawennote09 @prpldahy

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h0e4jongho · 2 months

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RUN

Hongjoong X Reader

Based on my head cannon of Ateez; Who's a Dom, Sub Or Switch

WC :1.6K

TW : Primal play, degrading, name calling ( bitch, slut), jealous HJ, Marking, Unprotected ( dont do this ) Cream pie,

The car ride home was silent. The only sound in the cab being the hum of the engine and Hongjoong's soft breathing. He hadn't said a single word since you came back to your table from the bar, informing you that you two would be leaving the award dinner early. You knew something was bothering him but you knew better then to push him about it. So here you sat wordlessly as you watched the street lights pass by your window. It didn't take long for you to pull up the long drive way to your shared home. He puts the car in park but made no move to turn the engine off.

You look over at him deciding to finally break the silence. "Joong what's wrong?" you ask as soft as possible. You watch as he slowly turns to face you, his hand coming up to cup your face. He leans in and places a soft kiss to your lips, pulling back slightly to look you in the eyes. You feel his breath fan over your face as he speaks "Did you have a nice chat with Bang Chan tonight?" His voice calm. So that's what this had been about. The two mens groups have spent a lot of time together over the years with Woo and Changbin being best friends.

"Really Joong" you look him in the eyes "He was congratulating me on our engagement and complimenting on what a good job you did on picking out my ring" again he leans in and kisses your lips. "He couldn't take his eyes off you" he says against your lips before pressing into them again. This time you can feel the force behind it. "He was just being polite" you murmur back. He once again pulls back, this time his hand slides down to grab your chin. "You should know better then to be overly friendly with other people my love" You watch as he licks his lips, his eyes visibly changing as his demeanor does as well "you belong to me"

You can feel your heart rate spiking as you watch him, watching you. "I know I do Joong" you breathe out. "Oh but I don't think you do my pet" he laughs, his grip on your chin tightening a bit. He leans in for one more bruising kiss before pulling away, a sinister smile creeps along his lips as he says one singular word that sends a chill down your spine...

"Run"

Your eyes widen as your breath hitches. He leans back in his seat as he starts counting down from 60 "60, 59, 58.." you quickly undo your seat belt before throwing open the car door and taking off toward your house. You can hear the amusement in his voice behind you as he keeps counting. You race up the front steps, you fingers shaking as you punch the code into the front door keypad. Quickly making your way inside you close and lock the door behind you, hoping it will buy your a few seconds. Racing down the long hallway you throw your heels off, your bare feet meeting the cold marble of the floor. Your mind is racing, you need to find a place to hid and fast before he makes his way in the house.

You opt for one of the large closets in the bathroom on the main floor of the house, but not before throwing your purse on the steps, trying to make it look like you made your way up there. Quickly you situate yourself in the closet, opting to leave the door open a crack due to the loud click the handle makes. Just as you close the door you hear your front door open and close again. The house taking on an eerily quiet atmosphere. Then you hear it, Hongjoongs heavy footsteps as he makes his way deeper into the house.

"Oh were is my good girl?" he bellows out from the front of the house. The possessiveness in his voice sending a shock right to your core. "Come out, come out where ever you are!" You hear him walk around for what feels like forever before you finally hear the bathroom door open. You press your hand over your mouth to keep from saying something or for your heavy breathing to be heard. You hear his foots steps grow closer then just stop "Did you think you could really hide from me you stupid slut" he says with a chuckle before yanking the door open. You let out a small yelp as light floods the small closest. There he is standing in the doorway, glaring at you with hard eyes.

Before you can utter one word he has you in his arms, mouth crashing into yours. A vice grip on your arms. "You'v been a bad girl" he whispers against your temple. His hands coming to roam your body. "You know what happens to bad girls right" His voice is husky and deep and you're going to have to change your panties after this from how wet it gets you. "What are you going to do to me Joong?" you ask him in a small voice. He doesn't dignify you with a response, his mouth already exploring your neck as he spins you and pushes you back against the counter. His hands coming to your thighs pushing your dress up aggressively.

He lets out a growl when his hand comes in contact with your core and how wet your panties are. "Filthy slut, what did hearing how he couldn't stop looking at you turn you on?" His hand pulling back before coming forward again giving your clothed covered cunt a smack before gently rubbing it. A small moan leaves your throat at the action. " This pussy is mine and only mine" Your head thrown back as his other hand comes up to grip your breast through your dress. "To many layers" he growls as he grabs the neckline of your gown and tears it in half. The shards hanging from your body, your chest on full display for him. "Such a little slut, no bra" he coos as his head dips down, taking one of your hard nipples into his mouth. His warm tongue flicks your it before he get gently clamps his teeth around it.

"Fuckk" you cry out. He pulls off with a pop of his mouth. "Turn around" he says as he all but does it for you. The front of your hips meeting the edge of the counter. You look up and lock eyes with him in the mirror as you watch him push your dress up around your hips. You hear the clink of his belt buckle before you feel a weight of his heavy cock against your wet hole. "You have been such a fucking whore tonight" he says as he slides the tip of his dick up and down your slit "I planned on eating this pussy tonight but you wanted to be like that so now you get no prep" he growls as he shoves himself into. The sound that comes from you is almost inhuman.

No matter how many times he fucks you, you think you will never get used to how long his cock is. Joong hits places no one else can inside you. He gives you no time to adjust as he sets a brutal and punishing pace. His hips snapping back and forth crashing into your ass with each thrust. Your hips are smashed against the hard counter and you know there will be buses tomorrow. You almost cant take how he keeps hitting the same sweet spot inside you. Your head dropping down go rest on your hands before you feel a sharp pain in the back of your scalp.

"You will look at me while I fuck your cunt slut" he growls out yanking your head up by your hair. Bending over he latches onto your neck, bitting and sucking on it, littering your skin with pretty red and purple marks. Marking you as his again. Your moans coming out in broken gasps as he has that spot in you again and again. It doesn't take long before his thrusts start to falter, his erratic rhythm changing ever so slightly that tells you hes close. With one hand still twinned in your hair making you look at him, he snakes the other around your body and finds your clit.

Rubbing small circles against your swollen nerve has your vision spotting. "That's it, that's my good little slut. Cum all over my cock for me baby. Do this for me and I'll fill you up" Its to much for you to handle, and your vaulted over the edge. Your body spasming as you contract and grip his cock tight. Pulsing around him as he drives in and out of you. It only takes a few more thrusts before hes rutting into you, grunting out curse after curse as he empties himself deep in you. You two stay like this for a moment, feeling your bodies joined as one. He gently releases your hair, letting your head settle on your hands, still looking up at him.

He looks down as he slowly pulls out of you, watching as his cum starts to dribble out of your swollen hole. He quickly takes two fingers, scooping it up and pushing it back in. You let out a throaty moan at the pain yet it feels good. You watch as Hongjoong quickly reaches for a wash cloth from the closet behind him, wetting it with warm water he makes quick work of cleaning you up. Slowly he helps you stand up straight, turning you to look at him. You watch as he scans your body, his eyes falling on the marks on your neck and chest.

"Let's try and see someone flirt with you now" he smirks down at you as he places a soft kiss on your lips "Your mine pretty baby"

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