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Chapter One

(series masterlist || main masterlist) prologue

❦summary: you grew up your whole life despising dragons. they've taken everything from you, everything you once had has become nothing but a distant memory. you swore to avenge your family, the life you once knew if it's the last thing you did. but what happens when theres an obstacle in your way? when you find out nothings is as it truly seems....

❦warning/s: choking, mentions of homocide, nothing else i can think of:/ we're just getting started

❦wc:1.3k

❦taglist: @sweetirilly @lelaleleb @dear-dreamie

❦a/n:totally have to proofread this again... its 1 am and im tired but it's finally done:)

The rough feeling of stone scraping your knees and cutting into your hands was never a welcoming sensation. The climb towards this cave had to be your least favorite part about this mission, not like the others. you finally reach the mouth of the cave and let out a breath of relief, throwing your leg up into the opening. Careful not to disturb the skulls and bones littering the ground, you pad into the massive cavern smelling of hot stone and fire.

As you begin to look around, you notice that the space looks lived in with food and clothes strewn around what looks like a foyer. “What is this place?” you whisper out as you begin to walk further into the den, what looks like a long hallway stretches out in front of you jewels, weaponry, and other riches strewn about. peering down the hall, you stop when you hear a noise, the sound of a door opening causing you to pause and duck behind a wall. “Im telling you, you can’t keep staying here its too close to the village'' you hear a detached voice from the other room getting closer. You hold your breath as a man with broad shoulders walks by you, phone to his head as he runs a hand down his face.

Before he has a chance to turn, you creep up behind him raising your hand to strike the back of his head. But it’s like he senses you, quickly spinning on his heel; one hand grabbing your wrist and the other around your throat. his eyes widen as his grip loosens and you fall to your knees, clutching your throat. “fuck dude” you wheeze out as you struggle to catch your breath, a touch of fear drifting through you at being caught off guard. He peers down at you with a look of confusion and familiarity “what are you doing here?” he asks as he hooks his arms under yours and lifts you up, checking your neck to ensure he hadn’t hurt you too badly.

You look into his eyes, confused as to why he’s here and asking you, why you’re in this dragons nest. “Well i came to do my job, a couple villagers said they saw one of them flying around here on their way into town, so they asked me to come check it out “ you say as you continue to walk around “now what are you doing here, San” you walk into what looks like a bedroom hmm weird... “well uh… someone came to me too, so i came to check it out, but there’s no dragon here” he mutters out as he follows close behind you. “Well considering the bones and stuff laid around this place, i find that hard to believe. Unless this place just belongs to a homicide hoarder” you whisper out as you open the last door in the hallway, and what’s laid ahead of you confirms your suspicions. The walls are covered in scratch marks, as if something was clawing to get out, there are scatters of black iridescent scales around chains bolted to the ground.

“This has to be it’s nest,i mean look at these scratches”you trail your fingers along the rough lines carved into the wood. “But then what about the uh bedroom and food and stuff” he stammers out as he glances around further studying the room “maybe the outlaws are hiding dragons, you know selling them for money or something” you whip your head around in surprise. “I didn't think of that” you whisper out as you stand to your feet pulling out your map, you like to navigate the old fashioned way, no need for phones and fancy gadgets that’s not how you were raised. “I’m gonna make a trip to hongjoongs and then yunhos” you say as you exit the room heading towards the opening of the cave “you tagging along?” you question as you glance back, noticing him lingering. “Nah im gonna scope around the area, see if i can find any signs of some outlaws” he looks around the hallway “clearly whoever stays here has some pretty sticky fingers” he observes as he picks up what looks to be a pretty expensive necklace.

“Ok catch you later” and with that, youre descending back down the caves mountain.

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“I don’t know joong, it was odd. There were clear signs of it being a nest but it looked too human like” you ponder as you walk around the shop, dodging dried up flowers and herbs hanging from the ceiling; week old ingredients he has yet to use. The paper-like sound of herbs being ground in the mortar and pestle and added to the bubbling cauldron, being the only response you receive from him. Which is a normal occurrence from the mage, he becomes consumed in his craft and often forgets that there is a world around him.

Kim Hongjoong, Hala’s resident potion master and village herbalist. You’re not sure how long he’s lived here, but you know he’s been here as long, if not longer, than you. He helps the village combat illnesses and injuries of all kinds big or small, be it with potions or simply just a wave of his hand. Now as you stand here and wait for him to finish up, you wonder where his small mischievous companion is, as he’s the more talkative one of the two. “Where did yeo run off too?” you question as you place a small vial of some glowing oil back on its shelf, not too fond of knowing what side effects that has. “not sure, something about a council meeting for some festival” he murmurs as he rubs a hand against his sweaty forehead and wipes it onto a cloth, spinning around to face you. His pointed ears wiggle a little bit as he makes eye contact with you, his azure blue hair falling into his eyes as he blushes hiding his gaze from yours.

He wasn’t expecting you to be so close, not used to many humans in the shop or any in general. Hongjoong keeps to himself, he takes requests, makes the desired potion or spell, and then yeosang delivers it. Thats been the gig for as long as you can remember, but you love coming in from time to time just to catch up with him. And maybe just maybe the fuchsia flush to his cheeks or the stall in his words amuses you just a tad bit, but don’t tell him that or he’ll get even more shy. You hear the bell to his shop ring, both of your heads whipping towards the door yeosang flying in with panic and fear flashing across his face. “The village is under attack” he breathes out as he grabs the sleeve of your jacket, dragging you towards the door “quick we have to get to yunhos, we need weapons and supplies, and i need to get you to san, but of course he’s still away on his journey, but we’re under attack which really couldn’t have come at a worse time but i digress” he rushes out, wings flapping fast and mouth moving even faster.

You glance towards hongjoong, his eyes wide with concern as he watches yeosang drag you out the door. “y/n,” he whispers, “stay safe please” hands already moving towards his spell book, casting a protection spell on the village, one that has yet to fail. As you make it out of his shop, you could already smell the fire, taste the ash, flashes of a previous life on the forefront of your mind as you see houses in the distance set ablaze by the dragons in the sky.

Out of your peripheral vision, you swear you see a black shadow peeking out against the bright blue sky. Fear rushes through you and you remember your dream, a dark dragon, with neon green eyes, and a set of talons sharp enough to leave scars.

The same scars that line your back…

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mingkilovur · 9 months

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pushing to finish up woc chapter 1 rn🙏🏾 im almost done writing, then i’ll take a dinner break, and then proofread and hopefully have it out by 11 pm est!! ok bye🏃🏾‍♀️💨

#mingkilouvr #wings of contempt #squishrambles

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mingkilovur · 9 months

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YEOSANG ✧ 2023 KPOPLUX IN MADRID

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mingkilovur · 9 months

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*mingis chain dangling in my face*

me:

THIS WAS SO GOOD OML?!/?/!/ i screamed a couple of times😭😭

Mingi: Dance Practice

!!mentions of nsfw!! 18 + !! do NOT interact if you’re not comfortable with smut!! okiee here is another naughty atiny request I’ve got for mingi!! this one may be a bit longer than the previous ones but if you stick with it I hope it’ll be worth it ?? 😭 (pls send feedback LMAO) if you’re interested I have a hongjoong ver. smut and a san ver. smut and a yunho ver. smut ;)

You walked into the dance studio where you and the usual team of ATEEZ backup dancers practiced. Everyone was scattered around the room, stretching and warming their muscles before the rehearsal ensued.

Mingi walked in, wearing a gray hoodie and black sweatpants with large over-ear headphones hanging around his neck.

“Good evening,” he calls out to the room, and a crowd of voices sing a polite chorus of good-evening-Mingi’s in return.

His eyes quickly search the room through the wall mirror until they finally locate you.

A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips at the sight of you. Part of ATEEZ’s current title track called for a very sexy 10-second choreography portion in which each member had a backup dancer partnered to them. You just happened to be picked for Mingi, and you were by all means grateful for the opportunity.

“Okay,” Hongjoong clapped his hands and called for first position.

The practice went fairly smoothly for the first two rounds. Hongjoong called a five-minute break before moving onto the third practice round, and Mingi decided to use this opportunity to talk to you.

“How you feeling?” Mingi grabs your hand and spins you in a circle, watching you twirl in content.

“It’s hard, and it’s definitely interesting, but I think it’s fun,” you pant. “What about you?”

Mingi smiles, taking a sip of his water. “I think it’s fun, too. I think we’re the best duo out of all the members,” he teases.

“There’s no way,” you smirk, nodding your head towards Jongho and his dancer, “those guys easily eat it up every time.”

“Oh, yeah?” he turns, seeing as Jongho placed his hands around his dancer’s waist, practicing the move again even during their break. “We could definitely beat those guys. We should practice more, one-on-one.”

You smirk, nodding in agreement. “That’d be fun, wouldn’t it?”

“Hmm, we could find out,” he says, crossing his arms. “You free to practice tonight?”

“Hmm,” you think, contemplating your transportation assortment to return home afterwards, “could you give me a ride home if I did?”

The boy nods, settling his eyes steadily on you now.

“I could do that for you, definitely.”

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A few hours after everyone has left for the evening, you and Mingi stay back rehearsing your part a couple times alone.

“Fuck, that could get fun any day,” Mingi pants after the third practice round. He proceeds to pull his hoodie over his head to take it off, revealing a hot peek at his abs as his undershirt went up.

You tried not to stare, but he caught you looking through the mirror before you could turn away.

He scoffed as your cheeks turned a soft shade of red, and proceeded to walk over and plop himself on the floor next to you.

“Wanna take a break?” he asks, nudging your elbow as he lay on his back against the floor.

“We could take a break,” you mutter, deciding to also lie on your back for a moment.

He takes notice, and extends his arm in your direction, offering it as a pillow for your head.

You smile, scooting closer to the boy and resting your head against his shoulder.

Your mind wandered for a moment as you came to the sudden realization that you were practically hugging Mingi… on the floor… alone… during after-hours.

Before you could hobble away to avoid any misunderstanding, his voice softly interrupts the silence.

“Can I tell you something?”

You turn to face the boy, meeting his eyes.

“I like the way you dance.”

Your face felt hot as a reddening wave of butterflies erupted from your stomach up to your cheeks. His eyes grew slightly more hooded as he fixated them on you, a sly smirk crossing his face. The boy winked, and you felt your heart skip several heavy beats trying to read Mingi’s micro expressions.

“I like the way you dance, too,” is all you can foolishly reply, failing to think of any other viable response to the way he was looking at you.

He reaches a finger towards your jaw, pulling your face closer to his. He nodded his head, testing to see if you’d pick up his subtle gestures, and you most definitely had.

You close your eyes as you feel yourself leaning closer to Mingi, bringing a hand up to his jaw as you felt his lips slowly enclose around yours.

You slowly begin to make out with him, feeling your kisses grow messier as each became more and more intimate than the last. He was the first to bring his tongue into it, slowly lifting his body in the process until you were practically underneath him.

He only pulled away for a moment to search your face for any signs of discomfort, but was only greeted by your gentle smile as you reached to wrap an arm around his neck.

“Hey,” he grins. His silver snake chain had found its way out from under his tight shirt and was now flimsily hanging above you.

“Hey,” you giggle back.

“You’re a good kisser,” he whispers.

You smile cheekily at the sight of Mingi hovering over you, one of his arms still cradling your head from the hard floor and the other resting around your waist.

A sudden deep and private desperation for Mingi overwhelms your body, and you can’t help but want to indulge yourself lips-first into the beautiful boy in front of you.

“I can do more than just kissing,” you hear yourself whisper out loud.

Did I really just say that!?

Mingi’s eyes widen at the sudden and unexpected response, a slow smirk forming at the ends of his mouth as he mentally interpreted your words and request.

“Come to my dressing room,” he whispers, tilting his head subtly towards the door.

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Mingi is the first to take his shirt off as he hovers over you against a soft sectional couch. You sit quietly as you watch the boy’s shirt slide off his arms to reveal a firmly toned torso adorned with his silver snake chain that sparkled under the dim light of a table lamp.

The sight of Mingi’s naked torso is enough to begin stirring heat inside of you, and you feel yourself becoming wet with each touch of his hands against your body.

You outstretch your arms and wrap them around his neck, pulling him into the wide wing of the sectional couch with you. Your lips greet each other warmly, firm kisses bringing your bodies closer together.

“Hey,” he mumbles into your lips. His arms reach towards your hips as he swings your legs around his waist. “You sure you wanna do this?”

You smile warmly at the boy in front of you, planting soft kisses against his jaw as you began removing your top and bra while he helped you slide out of your leggings with ease.

Mingi places his hands between your thighs and slowly spreads your legs as far as you’d go, taking pleasure at the sight of your gracious body in all its glory.

“Fuck,” he mutters, “you’re so beautiful.”

He dives between your legs, his warm tongue caressing the tip of your clit as he blazingly set off every electric nerve of your body.

A soft moan escapes your mouth as the boy traces the curves of your flower’s lips before diving deeper beneath them. You felt yourself getting wetter at the feel of his tongue inside of you, a soft and delicate pleasurable joy overwhelming your insides and lower abdomen altogether.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you whimper, secretly hoping he’d eat you out for a good minute.

Several soft moans later, you pull his head up from underneath you and gently wipe his bottom lip clean with your thumb.

“My turn,” you smirk, offering him your position on the couch.

You begin trailing a line of soft kisses from his jawline all the way to his bellybutton, fixating your eyes into his as you gently began unzipping and removing his pants and boxers.

You wrap your hands gently around his hardening member, jerking him off slowly and firmly as he leaned his head back against a cushion.

You started deepening each stroke with ease as you picked up the pace, pulling sloppily at his hard cock while enjoying the sight of his scrunching face overjoyed with pleasure.

You’re steadily jacking him off when the first grunts start gradually emerging from somewhere deep within his throat. You smile devilishly as you lean in and wrap your lips around his member, pushing it deep into your throat with every persistent motion.

Your performance really begins to emit as you pick up the pace, sucking and slobbering all over his dick as far in as you could manage it. Tears began forming at the creases of your eyes with every vertical stroke of your mouth as you tried desperately not to choke on his size.

“Fuck, fuck,” he grunts, arching his lower back as the throbbing sensation of pumping blood began pounding into every vein of his cock.

You pulled your mouth away, leaving a sloppy mess of saliva and cum behind as you proceeded to climb onto his legs, positioning yourself around his cock to ride against him slowly.

Now that fucking did it for Mingi.

You hadn’t gotten more than ten strokes in when the boy clasped his hands around your ass and turned you over, fumbling you on your back as he climbed over your body.

He began thrusting into you, and he was thrusting hard.

With every rough push into your velvety inner walls, you released a lusty moan, each growing slightly louder than the last.

“You’re… so… fucking… good…” he huffed with each deepening stroke, the sweat glands around his body glossing his clear skin under the dim light.

A jet stream of tears now fully sloshed out of your tear ducts, your quiet moans now full screams of Mingi’s name coming in a loud, looped repetition.

Mingi’s full concentration failed to take alert of the gentle knocking against his dressing room door, your loud moans drowning out any potential chances of catching it in time.

Which is why, it takes him by surprise when the door flings open and in walks Wooyoung.

Wooyoung’s eyes widen as he covers his face, shrieking in embarrassment and fumbling to locate his car keys somewhere on the vanity mirror.

“Close… the fucking… DOOR!” Mingi yells out angrily as he continues to shamelessly fuck himself into you.

“I’m so— I’m so fucking sorry—” is all Wooyoung yells as he retrieves his car keys and fumbles towards the door knob.

“Get the fuck OUT!”

Wooyoung makes a dash towards the door, slamming it behind him as he ran out, not stopping until he eventually got to his car.

Now Mingi was angry.

His whole vibe was thrown off, and he really needed to release.

He pulled your legs from the sides of his waist and wrapped them over his shoulders, now fucking into you at full throttle.

If it wasn’t possible for Mingi to thrust this fucking deep inside of you before, it most definitely was happening now.

You let out desperate screams as Mingi manages to successfully and repeatedly hit your G-spot. Your body tightens, your sweat glands release, and your lower spine arches so far back when you feel the sudden burst of immense bodily rapture as an orgasm ensues, leaving you in a heated, electric trance as your insides release and relax around Mingi’s thrusting member.

Mingi lets out a loud groan as his final ejaculation of hot cum seeps all over your lower abdomen, streams of the warm liquid discharging in large amounts inside and all over your thighs.

“FUCK,” Mingi moans, fighting any more dominant urges over you and instead collapses on the couch next to you.

You both take a minute to ease your breathing, closing your eyes as you reminisced the last half-hour of intimate excitement.

“Princess,” Mingi pants, turning his head towards you, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you offer your best smile, though you could feel already that you wouldn’t be coming into the studio for a few days. Your legs would surely give out by the morning, and you’d be lucky if you could manage to walk anywhere tonight without hobbling around too awkwardly.

“Hey,” Mingi turns, cupping a hand around your jaw.

“Hey,” you smile back.

“Can I tell you something?”

You giggle softly, endearingly looking into the gentle eyes of the boy lying next to you.

“I like you,” he whispers, “I really, really like you.”

You lift your hand towards your jaw where he’s cupped his palm around you, pulling off his fingers and instead intertwining them around yours.

“I like you, too,” you say.

“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he mumbles, “I really want you to be mine.”

You nod gently, closing your eyes for a second to think about your response.

You open your eyes and see that he’s already lovingly staring back at you.

“I could be yours,” you whisper, “I’d be good at that, too.”

#squishrambles

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mingkilovur · 9 months

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i just realized it took me 2 1/2 days to write that yeosang fic….. i didn’t even have that on my writing schedule but i’ve been so down bad for yeo recently i just had a thought and ran with it🫢 but now i’m gonna be focusing on Chapter 1 for WOC and in between my writing breaks from that(so i don’t tire myself out with it) i’ll continue writing my yunho story😭

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Lost In You

Plot: When attending your friends costume party, you keep getting complimented on your couples costume. But you can't help but be confused, after all, you came to the party alone.

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Gn!Reader* *A/n: Obviously had to go with Star Wars costumes lmao, and even though the costumes are of a male and female character, I believe it doesn't matter the gender of the character, you can still dress up as them anways. So besides the reader dressing "as" Rey, everything else is Gender Neutral, so please dont let that effect how you enjoy the story. The readers costume is not mentioned in detail, only vaguely to give a rough idea :)

-Meet-Cute Series-

Warnings/Notes: Brief mentions of alcohol, drinking, and drunk people. Reader is referenced to have drank, but is not drunk. Reader is a bit of geek (helps them bond with Seonghwa).

Words: ~2.4k

Walking around the fairly crowded house, your eyes scanned over the mix of recognizable, impressive, unusual, and downright lazy costumes that people were wearing.

When you had been invited to your friend's birthday, being told it was a costume party, you were excited. You had been wanting an excuse to wear your costume for ages, having missed the opportunity the previous Halloween.

Waving to some people you knew, your eyes scanned the crowd for more of your friends.

Nearly bumping into someone, you said excuse me before you recognized them as an acquaintance.

"Oh hey!" you greeted cheerfully "Nice costume" you smiled down at their bright yellow kill-bill inspired jumpsuit.

"Thank you!" they grinned as they looked at yours "Oh! Love that you went with a couples costume!"

You furrowed your brow "Huh?"

Having not heard you they waved to someone nearby before smiling at you "Sorry, gotta go, I'll talk to you later yeah?"

"Oh yeah, bye" your voice was still laced with confusion as they walked away.

Couples costume? You hadn't matched with anyone, none of your friends were really into Star Wars, so they wouldn't have matched with you.

You shrugged it off, figuring they just mistook your costume for someone else as you walked through a small group of people, before spotting one of your best friends.

Grinning, you snuck up on her "Hey!"

Gasping, she turned around with a glare "Stop doing that"

You chuckled as you grabbed yourself a drink before looking around "A lot more people came than I thought would."

"Yeah, I guess adults really do love an excuse to dress up like kids again."

You smiled and nodded, agreeing with the thought. "I thought you were going to go with Harely Quinn?" You asked as you eyed her Batwoman costume.

"It was trash" she rolled her eyes "Tore as I was putting it on."

"That's what you get for ordering cheap"

She waved her hand dismissively "I know, I know"

"Where did you get this one?"

"Last minute favor from my cousin, luckily we're the same size, otherwise I would have shown up in that slinky red dress I have and called myself Marilyn Monroe"

"You have black hair, Betty Boop is more accurate"

Just as she opened her mouth to retaliate, a drunk girl stumbled up to the drinks table before the spotted your costume.

"Ooh, that's why he brushed me off" she pouted before her eyes rose to meet yours.

You rose your brow before you glanced at your friend who gave you a similar look of confusion.

The drunk girl took a step closer "You wore a couples costume, that's so cute, mm'jealous" she slurred with an even bigger pout before she spotted someone, squealed and ran towards them.

You let out an awkward chuckle as your friend looked at you "What the hell was that?"

"I don't know, but that's the second time someone said I was wearing a couples costume with someone."

She looked you up and down, "Well, since you're dressed as Ren-"

"Rey"

"...Rey, then someone is dressed as that tall evil black haired guy right?"

"Kylo Ren, or Ben Solo" you stopped yourself from explaining as you recalled your friends lack of interest in the franchise before you began looking around the crowd of people "I haven't seen anyone in an outfit like that so far."

She hummed before she glanced around as well "I wonder if they're cute."

You scoffed but couldn't help but wonder the same thing. Shrugging it off again, you turned around, just missing the cloaked figure walk past and into the next room.

After a while, you parted ways with your friend. You made your way through the crowd again, having begun to grow tired of being bumped into, and having to strain your ears to hear anything anyone tried to say to you.

Your friend had clearly over-invited guests or overestimated how many people would show up, as the room grew hot and almost claustrophobic.

Spotting the doors leading to the backyard, which seemed surprisingly empty, you slid through a group of dancing people, desperately wanting to escape.

Feeling your costume catch on something, you had to tug yourself away, before accidentally running into someone just as you reached the doors.

"Oh sorry!" your voice almost mimicked the strangers, as you both apologized as your eyes met.

You smiled, "Excuse me" you added on.

"It's okay" he smiled sweetly, his voice soft.

Your eyes drifted down to catch his costume, and you felt yourself freeze as you noted the lightsaber hooked on his belt. His eyes grazed over you as well as he had the same exact reaction.

Your eyes quickly met again as your voices called out at the same time "You!"

You rose you brow in surprise and he chuckled "I've been hearing all night about someone I wore matching costumes with."

You smiled and let out a soft laugh "So have I!"

His smile widened a bit, and you realized just how attractive he was. He was intimidatingly attractive, actually, you told yourself as you suddenly felt a bit shy.

You cleared your throat a bit "Nice costume, it looks like really good quality"

He grinned down at his costume before he looked at you "Thank you. Your's too!"

You smiled, starting to feel a bit self-concious as his eyes seemed to have looked you over slowly.

Suddenly, he spoke up, his voice full of excitement "You're lightsaber! I have the same one at home!"

"You do?" you asked intrigued as he nodded with excitement "I collect a lot of Star Wars stuff" he confessed, and you saw a tinge of embarrassment cross his features.

'Cute' you thought as you grinned, "I collect a lot of stuff too! From Star Wars and other movies"

His face seemed to brighten a bit, as he wondered what else you might have in common.

As a loud song came on, you winced a bit as you looked towards the now cheering group of drunk people.

Seonghwa cringed as well, before he looked over at you and leaned closer. You turned and met his gaze, alarmed by his sudden closeness.

"Were you heading outside?"

You nodded, unable to find your voice as your eyes remained locked with his.

"Me too." Hearing a drunken scream you saw him wince as he motioned his head towards the door "Shall we?"

You let out a soft chuckle and nodded. You watched him opened the doors, stepping aside so you could go out. You muttered a thanks as you made your exit, your heart hammering in your chest.

The cool night air washed over you and seemed to sober any ounce of drunkenness you might have held before.

There were only a few people scattered around the back yard. A few in the pool, and some playing a nearby fooseball game.

You looked back at the house and shook your head softly, "I'd hate to have to clean up after this."

The man laughed and agreed, as he stopped beside you. Looking back over at him, your heart jumped a bit as he was already looking at you.

He seemed to realize this too before he adjusted himself "I'm Seonghwa by the way."

You smiled at him "I'm Y/n."

His smile widened as you introduced yourself. Seonghwa's heart was beating fast, as his face felt hot, he hadn't drank much at all, so he knew it must just be you affecting him this way.

His eyes glanced over at a nearby couch surrounding a firepit. Feeling a bit brave, and far too intrigued by you to just walk away, he met your eyes again.

"Want to go sit?"

You looked back at where his eyes lingered and you smiled before nodding softly. Following him over to the couch you took in a deep breath, calming yourself.

It hadn't taken long for you and Seonghwa to fall into deep conversation. You had a lot in common and found subject after subject to rant about to each other. From movies, to music, to friends and dreams, you wouldn't be surprised if you lost your voice the next morning with how much you seemed to be talking

So lost in each other's conversation, you hadn't noticed when the music died down, or how the back yard had emptied, leaving you two alone. Inside the house, nearly 70% of the people had gone home.

Nor had you noticed how much closer to two of you had become, literally.

When you sat down, you had sat on the seperate chair beside the couch, feeling too shy to sit beside each other. But now, you were both leaning forward, sitting beside each other on the couch now, faces merely a foot apart as you raved about a recent move you had both seen.

Seonghwa's arm was draped across the back of the couch, behind your shoulder, something he hadn't even noticed because it felt so natural already. When his knees brushed yours as you sat facing each other, you barely noticed.

"Y/n!"

Your voice cut out mid-sentence as you heard a familiar voice call out. Looking over, you see her walking across the yard, red solo cup in hand.

Her eyes moved to Seonghwa and you saw the look on her face that screamed 'Holy shit, he's gorgeous.'

Seonghwa however, did not see this, as his eyes became glued to you again, after only having glanced towards your friend when she first came out.

"Oh, hey!" you greeted.

She leaned on the back of the couch before Seonghwa finally looked over at her. They introduced themselves to each other before your friend looked him up and down.

"Oooh, you're the one that people kept thinking matched with Y/n."

Seonghwa chuckled and nodded his head "Yes, that's me."

She met your eyes, and a knowing look passed over her face, that you promptly ignored.

"I was surprised to see you out here though, you never stay at parties this long."

"What do you mean, what time is it?"

She rose her brow "One in the morning"

Your eyes widened as you looked over at Seonghwa, who had a similar look on his face. He took out his phone and you saw the time flash across his screen. 1:14am.

"I got here at nine" you said out loud to no one in particular.

She nodded, "And you've been out here...chatting" she glanced at Seonghwa "for about three hours."

You and Seonghwa locked eyes and he smiled somewhat shyly as he looked down at his lap.

"Oops." You chuckled as you looked back at your friend who wiggled her eyebrows.

"You said you were only staying until eleven, since you have work tomorrow"

"Oh God, I have work tomorrow" you put your hand on your face as fatigue washed over you, surely only because you now knew what time it was.

Seonghwa smiled as he watched you, thinking of how cute you were. Though, he also had to work tomorrow, and showing up to early morning dance practice after a late night was not his ideal.

You met his eyes, "I should go."

Seonghwa nodded his head "I should too, I also have work tomorrow." he chuckled.

You smiled at him as mutual shyness seemed to wash over both of you. Your friend looked between the two of you and smiled before standing up straight.

She tapped your shoulder, "Come find me after you say goodbye we can get a ride together."

You nodded at her as you looked back at Seonghwa. Both of you began to rise as you let out a soft groan.

"How did I not realize it had gotten so late?" you chuckled softly.

Seonghwa smiled, "We were busy."

He hadn't felt as though time had passed at all when he was with you. He got so lost in talking with you, so lost in you, that he didn't realize there was anything going on around him at all.

The way he was staring fondly as you made your breath hitch. You smiled at him as you felt your ears burn a little hotter.

"Yeah. It's been a while since I've met someone I could talk to about all of that stuff."

He grinned, "Me too."

Seonghwa, realizing you were about to say goodbye, felt panic rise in his chest. He didn't want to say goodbye, at least not forever.

"Uh- can I- do you think I could get your number?"

Your heart leapt as he asked, and you resisted the urge to respond with as much excitement as you felt.

You nodded, "Yeah"

"Great. And maybe...we could go see that movie next week?" he asked, referencing the movie you shared excitement about earlier.

You nodded a bit more fervently this time, "That would be fun"

He nodded in agreement as he pulled out his phone. When you exchanged numbers you began heading inside, noticing immediately how the party had ceased since you were last inside.

Music was no longer playing. Empty cups and plates were scattered around, two people were passed out on the couch as the disco ball spun slowly on the ceiling.

You winced "Yikes"

Seonghwa laughed before you looked back over at him "I should go find my friend"

He nodded, "I'll text you tomorrow?"

You nodded with a bright smile and Seonghwa almost felt like swooning at the sight. As he began to walk away, he gave you another glance as he waved.

You waved goodbye before you spotted you friend watching you with a grin from across the room.

When Seonghwa disappeared out the front door, you made your way to your friend who rose her hand.

"If you tell me you didn't get his number, I swear to God-"

"I got his number" you cut her off.

"Yes!" She cheered dramatically "I cannot believe how gorgeous he is."

"Right!?" you said with a restrained excitement.

"Are you going to see him again?"

You nodded, "He asked me to see a movie next week."

She clapped her hands as she led you to the door "You have to tell me all about him on the ride."

You nodded as you thought back on your night, and Seonghwa. You had never clicked with someone so fast before, it almost felt too good to be true. Almost.

xx End xx

Part two will be the date to the movies~

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mingkilovur · 9 months

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Shameless | c.s

san solo, choi san

Genre: canon compliant, smut

Words: 1.8k

Summary: A month of sexual frustration and a pair of sweatpants can really bring out the animal in someone. In this case, that someone is San.

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, pillow humping, implied sexual tension, implied mxm pining, inappropriate use of a plushie, plushophilia, poor mokoko..., san masturbates basically

A/N: This is a request done for my beloved @kitten4sannie, ily bestie. It is also HEAVILY inspired by my beloved @parmesannie's fic on ao3 called Bring Me To Ruin. I say heavily, it's mostly the plushie part but we ball. I hope you enjoy! Cross posted to ao3! Will probably have a second part from Wooyoung's POV and end up becoming a woosan fic, we shall see...

The sound of shoes squeaking, music blaring, and people panting fills the practice room late at night..

San and Wooyoung had decided to do a last minute, late night practice session before their first comeback show for promotions. The choreo isn’t difficult by any means, but they felt like they had to show off more this comeback, hence why they are sweating their asses off at nearly eleven at night. The sound of their title track plays in the background as they move around fluidly, sweat dripping off their bodies and onto their shirts as they work hard to perfect every single move.

They finish up the chorus and Wooyoung moves to the computer to pause the music, “Wanna go again or take a small break, you look frustrated.” He says to San, jutting out his hip and putting all his weight onto that side, taking a swig from his water bottle as if he’s trying to seduce someone. San had been furrowing his eyebrows so hard Wooyoung thought they would fall off, or fly away.

“Yeah a break is fine, sorry.” San mutters and plops over to where his bag is, taking out his water and gulping it down furiously. San wipes the beads of water that dribble down his chin and Wooyoung’s eyes linger a bit too long until he snaps back into reality.

“What’s got your panties in a twist? Is it your part during the bridge? I think you look fine.” Wooyoung says trying to comfort his best friend even though he isn’t sure what’s bugging him. San lets out a huff and wriggles his hips a bit, probably just trying to adjust or get comfortable, Wooyoung assumes.

He takes another chug of his water before answering, “Nothing, I just think I’m tired all of a sudden and it’s getting to me, we can go another round.” Wooyoung quirks an eyebrow suspiciously but just mutters an ‘alright’ before restarting the part they had been working on. Both of them go and stand back in front of the wall mirror and wait for the counts to come so they can get their respective moves down.

San had only been slightly lying to Wooyoung about why he felt so frustrated. Yes, he is tired. They have been practicing non stop for this comeback and this final session is doing him in a bit, but it’s not the main reason.

The main reason is that San is wearing sweatpants.

Soft, comfortable, loose gray sweatpants.

‘What’s so frustrating about sweatpants?’ You may be wondering. Well it’s not just the sweatpants, he isn’t wearing any underwear either, which means he can feel the delicate and soft material rub against his soft cock, slightly springing it to life with each tight pull of his pants when he moves his legs. San hates underwear, they are uncomfortable and restricting, but he also loves sweatpants, so comfortable and freeing.

And sometimes, when he combines wearing sweatpants, with no underwear, he forgets just how pleasurable it makes him feel. This feeling, plus having not been able to jerk off in so long is really getting to him, clearly. They have been so preoccupied with promotions for this comeback that he hasn’t been able to properly touch himself in about a month, which is keeping him incredibly horny and frustrated. Sure he could have had time to rub one out if he hadn’t told Wooyoung he would practice with him, but he couldn’t say no to Wooyoung. Maybe this was a bad idea.

With each move he can feel the material move and strain against his now semi hard cock, when he was sitting on the floor earlier he tried to get a bit of relief by wriggling around a bit, but it just made his situation worse, and also made Wooyoung shoot him a weird look. He just needs to get off so bad, he needs it and it’s now clouding his brain. Clouding his brain so much that Wooyoung has to restart their part over, and over, and over.

“Alright maybe we should head to bed, you clearly aren’t focusing very well and you need sleep.” Wooyoung saunters back over to the computer once again to stop the music and San takes a second to catch his breath before responding.

“I’m sorry Youngie, I’m sure we’ll do great tomorrow anyway.” Wooyoung agrees and pats his back, shooting him a million dollar smile that shows he cares for the other man and his health more than some silly practice session. San sends back a more pained smile, but a smile nonetheless, and they head back to the new dorms.

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San swears he’s never felt more relieved at having his own room before. As soon as they entered the apartment building San stormed off to his room, a disgruntled Jongho murmuring to Wooyoung, “What’s his deal?” And the other man shrugs in return.

The moment San is in his room he locks the door and looks into his full length mirror. His cock is very visibly hard against his sweats and there’s even a small stain of precum where his tip pushes against the soft material. “Fuck…” He whispers and hopes Wooyoung hadn’t noticed such an embarrassing thing. San immediately gets to work, rubbing his cock through his pants, the delicate material rubbing along the head of his dick making his belly swell with arousal. He sits on the ground and fucks up into his palm, trying to gain as much friction against the material as he can but it’s no longer enough, he wants, no, he needs more.

Hastily he clambers onto his bed and rids himself of his shirt, shoes and socks, his torso still sweaty from his practice session and his chest gleaming, nipples hardened. San takes a pillow from the head of his bed and places it underneath him. He finds an angle that works and lines himself onto it, shallowly thrusting onto the pillow to feel more friction. The front of his sweats are practically soaked, precum leaking all over them. He moans and grunts as he chases the feeling, the material of his sweats pulling forward along his cock with every grind onto the pillow, and the pillow adding a needed to pressure onto his longing cock.

It’s still not enough to get him anywhere, all it does is fill his belly with a small fire, but it doesn’t blaze to anything else. He needs more, he’s so desperate, he needs anything. Through his haze he looks around his bed to see if anything else will satisfy his needs until his eyes land on it, and he immediately has second thoughts.

His sweet, innocent mokoko plushie is right in his line of vision. It’s right there, beckoning him to use it. The small opening between where it’s holding a heart and it’s chest is perfect, a perfect spot to fuck into. Wait. No. He can’t fuck his plushies. He couldn’t dare soil his precious, special edition mokoko plushie….Could he?

He could.

In record time he finally peels off his sweatpants, his angry, throbbing cock springing out and hitting his stomach with a small slap sound. He discards the pillow underneath him onto the floor, it needs to be washed anyway, and with one last regretful look he turns back to his mokoko plushie and grabs it. “I’m so sorry Mokoko, I’ll make it up to you later.” He whispers and switches positions. He flips onto his side and props himself up onto his remaining pillows with his arm, and lines the plushies opening with his leaking cock. He says one final prayer before sliding his cock into the opening and he lets out the most groundbreaking moan he's ever moaned. It feels perfect. Nothing has felt so good before. Well, that’s debatable, but at this moment, after not having jerked off in nearly a month, the feeling could only compare to heaven itself.

He nearly comes right then and there, but he takes a second to compose himself. The soft, velvety material of the plushie brushes along the shaft of his cock so well, and while humble, he knows he’s well endowed and is reminded when the tip of his cock pushes into where mokoko’s mouth is. It’s kind of fucked up, but that’s just how the cards fall he guesses.

After gathering his bearings, he slowly starts to fuck into the plush, his lips falling into an ‘O’ shape at the feeling. He cants his hips up, making sure to appreciate every single detail of the way his cock feels fucking into the tight space, moans slipping from his mouth everytime the head of his cock pushes into the plush. San’s cock twitches with pleasure as he picks up his pace and while closer than ever it’s still not enough. The material is great but now it’s starting to rub. He needs lube.

Briefly, he gets up to reach into his nightstand for his lube and generously squirts some into his hand, warming it up and slicking up his cock soon after. He feels so bad, he’s about to ruin one of his favorite plushies, but his horniness is overtaking his sense of logic. He can just wash it after…right?

Removing the thoughts from his head, he switches positions, now laying the plushie underneath his hips so he can fuck into the plushie from the top. He aligns his cock once again, and slides into the opening once more. He nearly moans unbelievably loud but stops himself when he hears someone walk past his room. Once he thinks they’ve left he continues, fucking into the plushie again and, fuck, does it feel better than ever. He lets out small grunts and groans as he fucks into the opening harshly, feeling his orgasm finally building, and boy is it building fast. San has been practically edging himself this entire time, so it’s no surprise that once he finally figured out what he needed, he comes quickly. Three more thrust and he bites down on his lip to suppress his moans as he cums all over the plush, disgustingly coating its face and god there’s so much cum. It’s literally seeping into the material once he’s finished, and the ropes went so far some even landed on his sheets above where the plushie was, he guesses he really, really needed this.

After coming down from his high, he quickly realizes what he had just done. He ruined his favorite, one of a kind plushie. Jesus what has he done, how will he clean it, can he clean it? Should he throw it away? As he’s trying to come up with a solution to save his poor, poor mokoko he hears a knock at the door.

“Hey Sannie, can I come in?”

Fuck, It’s Wooyoung.

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yeosang x black fem!reader Type: drabble Word count: 2.4k warning/s: MINORS DNI PLS, fluffy fluffy fluff… in the beginning, mentions of a knife, slightly suggestive straight smut i got carried away….,oral(f&m reciving), unprotected sex(NO NO DONT PLEEK), choking(seggc choking)

You yawn and blink blearily hoping that sleep stays with you a bit longer, but to no avail. You stretch out in the silky sheets, sighing and rubbing the crust out of your eyes. behind you a soft murmur causes you to freeze, hoping that your slight movements didn’t wake your light sleeper of a boyfriend. You feel his grip get tighter as he pulls you closer and nuzzles his head further into your neck, breathing you in and lulling him back to sleep.

Yeosang had arrived home late last night, worn out and tired from all the tour prep the boys have been doing recently. you try to be as quiet as you can as you shift around to face him, hoping to admire him for a few minutes before you get up and start your day. Your hand slowly reaches up to tuck his green and black striped hair, his watermelon hair you so lovingly called it last night, behind his ear as your hand grazes his birthmark. You trace the shape with light touches, up curve down up curve down, the shape of a heart your favorite shape placed on your favorite person.

Since you guys have been together, you’ve always told him just how much you loved his birthmark and would always admire it every chance you got. You don’t have enough fingers to count how many times yeosang has caught you staring at him, truly taking in how gorgeous he is. You hear his breath catch as his eyes start to flutter open, then squinting from the sudden assault of the sunlight. “Hi angel” his deep voice breathes out as he grabs your hand and kisses your fingertips. You smile softly as you trace over his lips, still slightly chapped from his sleep “mm i don’t know about me being the angel but ill take it”. He stares into your eyes with a dopey smile on his face, studying you, taking you in like it’s the first time all over again. The air in the room could only be described as cozy, in every sense of the word. Your hand held to his chest while you lightly tap a calming pattern across his shirt covered skin.

You place your palm flat against his chest and lean up to place a loving kiss on his lips, his hand reaching down to grab your waist and pull you closer. You share sleepy kisses, the sounds of birds and cars driving by filling the silence unoccupied by the sound of your lips meeting. His hand trails up and caresses your long curls that are hidden under your bonnet, he grabs the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, tongue parting your lips. You breathe out a sigh as you smile, opened mouth into the kiss and throw your leg over his waist “nuh uh mister, you had some last night. At least let me make breakfast before you tire me out…again” you say as you sit up in his lap and place both palms flat on his chest. He grabs both sides of your waist and grinds you down on him, feeling just how eager he is this morning

Your hands fist his shirt as your hips move in circles,you throw your head back at the friction against your clit. You can hear his breathing picking up and feel his heart beating strongly under your hand, his hips, shifting under you to chase some form of relief for his aching cock. “Come on baby, just 10 mins that’s all i need” he pleads as he feels his boxers begin to stick to his leaking tip, overflowing with his desire to fill you up once again. “Yea that's what you said last night, then you had me bent over the couch and in the bathroom and on the balc-” you feel him twitch under you and you stop to stare at him incredulously “you’re so unserious” you deadpan as you slide off of him and stand up. You walk towards the door and hear him groan “yeah yeah yeah. You get yourself under control hornball and i’ll make breakfast”

You walk into the kitchen pulling the eggs, bacon, and potatoes from their resting places, planning to prepare them all after you wash your hands. You grab the speaker you guys keep in your kitchen and set it up to connect to your phone, turning on some slow R&B music. You lay the strips of bacon down in the pan and begin cracking eggs into a bowl, mixing them with salt, pepper, and onion powder to give them some flavor. As you start to cut the potatoes, you feel hands grab at your hips and trailing to your front to caress your stomach and eventually wrap around you. Yeosang lays his head in your neck and inhales your scent of raspberry and vanilla, a fragrance he can’t seem to get enough of.

He slowly peppers kisses onto the junction in between your neck and your shoulder, a weak spot yeosang has learned gets him his way over the years. You lay down the knife and lay your hands over yeosangs as he begins to sway you guys side to side to the beat of the song. You can feel the vibrations of him humming along to the song against your back “what do you know about Mary J Blige” you ask as you turn to the side to make eye contact with him. He giggles and brings his head out of your neck, stands up straight and begins to sing the song word for word as if he practiced just for this moment. You burst out into giggles as the song comes to an end, a proud smile on his face as he goes back to hiding in your neck.

“Now i don’t know who taught you all that, but that was good, 10/10” you say as you maneuver towards the bacon flipping it. “I did a bit of practicing while i was on tour last time, i just didnt know when it would come in handy” he beams as he detaches himself from you and continues to cut the potatoes. You guys work in a quiet rhythm side by side, both humming along to the soft music playing through the speaker as the food cooks. You let yeosang cook the final dish, the pan hot and ready for him to pour the eggs and scramble them. As he cooks you hop onto the counter and let your legs dangle, biting your lip. Your eyes trail down from his side profile to his strong arms and small waist, arms that held you down while your legs were wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you last night.

You can still hear his labored breaths during each thrust, filled with desperation as if it was the last time you two would be together. You can still feel his grasp around your wrists as he bent you over the bathroom counter, the dig of the cold porcelain into your waist as he made you cum over and over again. The night ended with multiple orgasms across almost every surface in your apartment, and the bruises left behind reminded you of the passionate love you made.

“Is something on your mind, pretty girl?” you’re brought back from your memories at the feeling of yeosang tugging on your lip and stepping in between your legs, his hands coming to rest on your upper thighs. “You” you boldly state as you run your hands through his hair and rest your hands on the nape of his neck. The air between you two is palpable, so thick that not even a sword could cut through it.

You both stare into each others eyes and down at each others lips. suddenly, its like a spark is lit between you two now you’re nothing but a mess of teeth and tongue battling against one another. Teeth clack together as you both laugh into your sloppy kisses, as he picks you up you begin to rid yourselves of your clothing until all that’s left is your underwear. he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra and pull it off of you, but the teeth get caught in your hair and you let out a yelp. “Owww babe its caught in my hair, hold on” you rush out as you feel him tug again. “oh sorry sorry, wait shit stop moving” he says as he sets you down onto the floor and spins you around to untangle it from your hair. You giggle as you see the bra fly over your head and onto the counter, as he begins to pepper kisses across the back of your neck and trails down towards your shoulder.

You feel him start to walk you forwards towards the counter and bends you over, “bend over for me baby” he says as he begins trailing kisses down your back making sure to kiss every scar and mark. You feel him grab your hips and start kissing your stretch marks, line by line admiring each one with his plush and pillowy lips. “Sang” you whine as you start getting impatient, needing him to touch you in some way or you’ll explode. “you're whiny for someone who was trying to stop me 20 minutes ago” he teases as he kneels, hands moving to pull off your underwear and spread you open. He sees you pulse around nothing, dripping with arousal, with a pause he stops to admire your glistening folds. “Yeo please, i need you” you plead into the countertop hoping he stops teasing you and finally puts his mouth on you.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally licks a stripe through your glistening folds, humming at the taste of your arousal on his tongue. He dives into you, tongue curling to lap at your clit moving in slow languid movements. “Fuck,” you cry out as you try to grasp onto the counter, your fingers slipping and sliding on the smooth surface “so good sangie need you” you reach back and grab at his hair trying bring his face closer to your core. He grabs your hand and threads it into his hair, nails scratching at his scalp causing him to moan out against your pussy “mhmm yea grip on my hair pretty girl” he growls as he pulls back and spits onto your core and dives back in.

You writhe and whine out as he laps at you bringing you closer and closer to the edge “fuck im cumming, don’t stop please please” you plead as you reach both hands back to grab his. Without a moment to process, yeosang snatches both of your wrists into his strong grasp and pins them to your lower back. He stands up, leaving your core lonely as he reaches down to finally rid himself of his underwear letting his cock spring free. He runs the head of his dick through your folds collecting your arousal, and starting to push in but is met with some resistance.

“Youre still so tight for me pretty, thought i stretched you out last night”, he murmured as he spat into his hand and stroked himself and thrusted in. You let out a moan so loud you just hope that your neighbors have already left their apartment to start their day, and aren’t forced to listen to the sounds that he punches out of you. He grunts as he sets a slow but powerful rhythm, a pace that satiates both of your needs for quick release. “Fuck always so pretty and tight for me” he says as his lifts you by the base of your neck so your back is flush to his chest. You throw your head back and hold your breath as the new angle whisks away all thoughts and motor skills from you, something only sex with yeosang could enable. Without a falter in pace, he drops your wrists and wraps a slender hand around your throat pushing you further and further over the edge.

Its almost like a sixth sense to him, when you’re teetering on the cusp of an orgasm, so close to release that he can practically hear the praises of how good he is on the tip of your tongue. “Yea you gonna cum pretty girl” he asks as he tightens his grip on your throat effectively stopping the last bit of air to your foggy brain. “Yes yes yes” you chant as your legs begin to shake “im cumming, please please please don’t stop its so good” you grasp onto his wrist, searching for anything that’ll ground you as you float away into orgasmic bliss. His hand releases your throat as you come down, slumping over the counter panting out as air finally fills your lungs.

“5 mins please” you wheeze out as you spin around and collapse onto the floor. He chuckles as he brings his hand down to stroke himself, as you peer up at him with tired eyes. He looks down at you with half sultry half pleading eyes, and you of course give in and take him into your hand. You take him into your mouth, tasting his salty precum mixed with your arousal that coats him. He places his hand onto the back of your head as you move at a pace that has his toes curling and has him throwing his head back, sighing out in relief. “Yea just like that baby” he sighs out as his hand moves to grasp under your chin, lifting your head to make eye contact with him. He begins to breath heavy, chest heaving up and down as his climax approaches the sight and feeling of you sucking him off has him finishing in the blink of an eye.

With one last sigh and a quiet heave, he finishes in your mouth and you hold him there until he’s drained of every last drop. You take him out of your mouth with a pop and place a kiss on the head of his dick and he twitches, “ i love you” you whisper as you look up at him with sparkles in your eyes as if he hung all the stars. “I love you more” he looks down at you the same way as he strokes your head and pulls you up and into a kiss. “Now im gonna go take a shower” you say and move to walk away, with him right behind you, “by MYSELF” you giggle out as you push him away and he pouts. With one final kiss on his pouted lips, you turn to walk away and he takes the chance to land a swift hit to your butt as a parting gift.

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a/n:hello...*taps mic* anyone there... this took me so long to write like i kept getting distracted. but i listened to yeosangs cover for about 7 hours so it got me through it:) any feedback is appreciated!! stay happy and healthy- squish

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i have this yeosang drabble im hoping to have out latest tomorrow😭😭 it’s sitting at 1.2k words rn and im only about half way done…. PRAY FOR ME YALL

#mingkilouvr #squishrambles #MY FIRST DRABBLE SOON!!#ateez #ateez x reader #kang yeosang x reader #yeosang x reader #yeosang

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Prologue

pairing: nightfury!seonghwa x ?!reader wc:488 summary: you grew up your whole life despising dragons. they've taken everything from you, everything you once had has become nothing but a distant memory. you swore to avenge your family, the life you once knew if it's the last thing you did. but what happens when theres an obstacle in your way? when you find out nothings is as it truly seems.... type of story:series(maybe mini series tbd) cw: character death, mentions of blood, nightmares(pls lmk if i missed anything (series masterlist || overall masterlist)

You could smell the fire. taste the ash. you swore you could feel the talons digging into your back. the ground disappearing from under your feet as you get carried away and then falling and falling and falling and fa-

you jolt awake with a gasp, tears streaming down your face as you throw the covers off of your body and grab at your chest. Its the 3rd night in a row you’ve had the same dream(really a nightmare) it always starts and ends the same; your younger self playing dress up with your mom, tiaras on both your heads and the prettiest dresses ever seen in castle Crescent Moon. you dance and sing along to the soft music playing in the background until suddenly, your father bursts through the rooms doors frantic and out of breath. Everything happens in a blur, all you remember is running through doors and down long corridors, screams bouncing off the walls and assaulting your ears like loud sirens.

cries of despair getting louder as you start to feel warmer, smell fire. you escape the walls of the castle leaving behind your parents, leaving behind the last shred of a life you once knew. you hear a loud whistle and suddenly, what’s left of the castle explodes into flames. your entire life destroyed in seconds. you scream for your family “mom? dad? where are you?” tho your cries fall onto deaf ears, no one left alive to answer your pleas;

you’re alone…

you hear wings flapping and you feel the earth beneath your feet trembling. you look towards the sky and see a thunder of dragons flying away. all variations and sizes, large enough to instill fear in your heart even if departing. You hear a loud roar from behind you, and suddenly there’s an excruciating pain in your upper back. Long calloused talons dig into your flesh, ripping tendons and muscles alike causing you to cry out.

You feel the earth disappearing from under your feet, and you glance around frantically in hopes to see your captor. you let out a blood curdling scream, what you see as you look up scares you. a pair of neon green eyes molded into tiny slits stare back at you in anger, in disgust. It lets out a low menacing growl that reverberates deep into your being, radiating its malice and hatred towards you.

“Please p-please let me down, i'm scared” you cry out as you begin to thrash hoping to dislodge the sharp talons from your skin. You can feel the warm blood dripping and trailing down your back and you watch the dragon take a long whiff of the smell. It’s eyes widening and pupils dilating, then suddenly it releases its talon from your skin , letting you free fall. You hear the wind rushing past as you fall, gravity pulling you down down down…

Until finally… nothing

a/n: ok ok... be honest how was it... im actually kind of nervous to be posting anything i think that's why everything i've ever written has stayed a wip BUT i have faith in myself to do this!! any feedback is appreciated or any ideas or anything for future chapters!! stay happy and healthy- squish<3

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Prologue

cries of despair getting louder as you start to feel warmer, smell fire. you escape the walls of the castle leaving behind your parents, leaving behind the last shred of a life you once knew. you hear a loud whistle and suddenly, what’s left of the castle explodes into flames. your entire life destroyed in seconds. you scream for your family “mom? dad? where are you?” though your cries fall onto deaf ears, no one left alive to answer your pleas;

you’re alone…

“Please p-please let me down, i'm scared” you cry out as you begin to thrash hoping to dislodge the sharp talons from your skin. You can feel the warm blood dripping and trailing down your back and you watch the dragon take a long whiff of the smell. It’s eyes widening and pupils dilating, then suddenly it releases its talons from your skin , letting you free fall. You hear the wind rushing past as you fall, gravity pulling you down down down…

Until finally… nothing

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