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Pitiful, You're Pitiful

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ch. iii

group : ateez

pairing : aged up!wooyoung × aged up!reader

genre : angst, mature

word count : 2.5 k

warning : adultery, cheating, medical condition (?), mentions of loss/miscarriage, negative depiction of wooyoung

a/n : I'M FINALLY UPDATING THIS HOLY SHIT i would like to thank stress and my manic episode for making me abandon sleeping at 4 am and just went nyoom with this

a/a/n : btw happy black day 🫶🫶

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The three weeks that passed after Wooyoung's incident was rather hard on you but it was severely... bland.

Mind you, there was nothing in particular that happened but between finding out you were pregnant with a child you didn't even know how your cheating husband would feel about and finding out the person your husband cheated with was his staff member, you couldn't tell if your morning sickness was mostly caused by your pregnancy or as a physical reaction to your current marital situation. Not to mention your daughter had been severely opinionated regarding your care of her father.

Despite everything, you still took care of Wooyoung well. That day you left after finding out that Wooyoung was with a bitch who had some audacity to make big claims about her status, and you came back not two hours later with Wooyoung's things. Upon your arrival, Wooyoung was visibly tense, as if he was being wary and you assumed that the nurse said something about the whore he was with not being his wife and he panicked because how was she supposed to know that? You didn't make things easier for him either when you showed up all calm and collected unlike how a wife usually would react upon finding out that her husband had been hospitalized. He knew how you would usually fuss over him when he was ill so your behaviour struck to him as abnormal and concerning. Or well, something to be concerned about, it's not like he would be concerned over you at this point, right? Though, you excused yourself as being out of it and he just bought the lame excuse. Luckily, his mom soon came and later when you brought your children to visit him, your behaviour became less of a concern and the next two days he was under observation went by smoothly.

But still, the turmoil you felt didn't die down, it stayed stagnant within you and you were at a point where you were feeling too much but couldn't exactly let anything out. Except for puking, that's non-negotiable.

"You need to check that stomach bug out," Wooyoung said as he poured himself a glass of coffee upon hearing your footsteps nearing the kitchen. You had gotten into the habit of ignoring him because you didn't know what you would do or say to him if you opened your mouth. So you simply let out a hum of acknowledgement, not even bothering to answer him completely, not after you just emptied your stomach. "Did you drink any wine last night?" Wooyoung asked, now leaning on the counter to look at you who had situated yourself on the stove to prepare your children some breakfast before they had to go to school. But of course, you simply shook your head whilst turning the electronic inductor on and placing a pan over the surface.

It seemed like Wooyoung had taken note of your odd behaviour and while normally you would be glad that your husband had taken interest in you, all you felt was just sick to the pit of your stomach. It was as if his attention no longer mattered knowing that he shared that with someone else. Someone who hadn't done anything for him for years only to be betrayed yet someone worth risking his marriage and vows to you for.

Wooyoung huffed and pushed himself off the counter to go over to you, leaning on the countertop close to you to take a good look at your face. "I'm worried. You seem like you haven't been yourself for quite a while now," boy did you want to whack him and claw his eyes out for saying that because how dare he act like he cared when you knew he had something going on with a cheap side piece. But you held it in as best as you could, balling your hands tight that the spatula in your hand almost snapped and just shrugged, "d'know what you're talking about," you muttered lowly, trying to avoid as much interaction with him as you could. With a sigh, Wooyoung tried to push some hair out of your face but for some reason your body moved involuntarily out of the way as if revolted by his touch which surprised Wooyoung who stood aghast, staring at you with wide eyes as you stared him back with nose twitching. Knowing you (ironically), you would not avoid his touch or act as if he was going to hurt you because (to his knowledge) he had never hurt you nor does he have shown any inclination that you should be afraid of him. Both of you just stood there in the kitchen, Wooyoung in surprise at your reaction and you in annoyance and once you finally took a good look at him, you glared at him in anger and boy did Wooyoung took notice of that.

"What?" He asked, stupidly, you might add. "What?" You answered back, returning to scooping breakfast to your children's plates. "Okay, sure, act like you haven't been avoiding me these past three weeks, (y/n). Did something happen when I was in the hospital?" yes, you got hurt but you were as fine as a peach because your mistress was there, "Are you mad that you had to take care of me these past three weeks?" no, but I am mad that your whore claimed to be your wife to the nurses and even had the gall to visit you while I was right there against my will, pregnant and all, "Did I do something wrong?" and that was when you snapped your head and crossed your arms at Wooyoung, "I don't know, Wooyoung, you tell me. Did you do something wrong?" though he wanted you to answer him, the tone of your voice surprised him greatly to the point that he straightened up. "Hm? Tell me Wooyoung, is there something you think that you know is VERY wrong that you wish to tell me right here right now?"

How you wished you had a camera to capture just how stupid Wooyoung looked. It was obvious to him, or made obvious to him, that you knew that something was up but there was no way Wooyoung could confirm that you knew that he had been cheating on you with his subordinate out of all people. As much as it was the most logical answer to your sudden hostility, Wooyoung didn't want to accidentally confirm his suspicion much to your dismay.

The moment he heard footsteps rushing to the kitchen was the moment Wooyoung believed that God existed because he knew the conversation was coming to an end. "Morning!" Woohyun chirped, throwing his book bag by the doorway before rushing to give you a hug, completely unaware of the tense situation or even the stare-off you were having with your husband. With one final glare, you shifted your attention from the cheating bastard Wooyoung to Woohyun, smiling to cover up your annoyance, "Morning Woodonnie," it had been a while since Woohyun grew out of his lisp phase but the nickname stuck and he liked that you had a special name for him, "Slept good?" he nodded with a wide grin, "Want food?" his grin widened and his nod was firmer. "Dayoung, do you want food?" you asked your daughter, who was too busy grinning on her phone to actually look at you, "Hey, Dayoung?" You called out again, sighing after carefully handing Woohyun his plate of eggs and half a toast.

Realizing that Dayoung was ignoring you, Wooyoung huffed and snatched Dayoung's phone, causing her to let out a 'hey!', "Your mother was talking to you, Dayoung," he stated, unimpressed with his daughter's blatant disregard for you (for once). Dayoung rolled her eyes and turned to you, "Yeah, I want breakfast, if not I wouldn't have come here now, would I?" Wooyoung was about to scold her but he was stopped when he saw you visibly gag, halting everyone's activities. Then you gagged once more before dropping the spatula on the counter and rushing to the toilet without saying anything else.

"She hadn't thrown up on those eggs, did she?" Dayoung asked, cringing at the thought of you doing something to her breakfast. Wooyoung snapped his head to Dayoung and glared at her, "Can you not? Your mom is sick and the last thing she needed was for you to act disrespectful to her," he scolded which surprised Dayoung because, to her knowledge, Wooyoung hadn't been that defensive of you for a long while.

"Is mom okay?" Woohyun asked, worry visible on his face and he was about to get off his chair to go to you when Wooyoung patted him on his head, "Don't worry about mom, okay? She'll be fine and she'll be even finer if she sees you eating," he smiled, trying to assure Woohyun which thankfully work as Woohyun began eating his breakfast with so much gusto Wooyoung had to tell him to slow down.

When Wooyoung got to you, you were getting out of the bathroom, looking pale and sweaty. He immediately approached you with a small towel he grabbed from the linen closet when he was getting to you, "Really, (y/n), you need to go to the hospital and get this checked out. I'll go with you today, okay? You definitely can't go anywhere yourself right now, I-" you simply snatched the towel from his hand and pat your mouth dry, refusing to look at him as you turned away, "I'm fine, Wooyoung, I can manage myself," it was the first time that you hoped he would just shrug and go back to not caring but of course, Wooyoung didn't come through when you desperately needed him to. Instead of leaving you be like you wanted, Wooyoung grabbed your shoulders gently and turned you around, "(y/n), please stop being stubborn and let me help you, okay? You're clearly unwell and whatever it is, we can get rid of it and you'll be better!"

You knew that he didn't mean it like that because you knew that he didn't know about the growing person inside of you. But still, with your current state both physical and emotional, you were hurt and you couldn't help but think that his words meant that he didn't want the child that he helped create.

Balling your fists, you used the tension in your hands to stop yourself from rushing over and punching Wooyoung in the face. Instead, you pushed his hands off of you. "Like I said, I can manage myself. Shouldn't you be worried about work? You know, with people at work that you need to give more attention to?" you tried pushing past him to tend to your children but he effectively blocked your path with his body, frowning down at you, "What's with you? I'm trying to help here, (y/n), I'm worried about you!" "Well, maybe you've been ignoring me too much too long to the point that right now I'm so used to doing things myself without your help, Wooyoung. You've been very absent from me and I'm sorry to say this but it has come to the point that your presence is actually making me feel annoyed and I don't know if it was because of you in general or if it's because of this very uncharacteristic shift in your behaviour that's making me wonder if you're compensating for something or if you genuinely want to be there for me now."

Though you had managed to not physically hit him, your words stung worse than any slap you could deliver to him. Wooyoung was painfully aware of how distant he had been with you since your miscarriage and what he thought was his attempt to give you space had instead caused a rift in your marriage. He never meant for things to go this far, heck he never thought that he was capable of cheating on you but when another woman approached him when he was crying in the practice room to offer him a shoulder to cry on, he felt like his own pain was being acknowledged. After all, the loss didn't just happen to you, it happened to him too. While you were in your zombie state, Wooyoung manned the ship and put himself on the back burner, not even letting himself falter and stupidly not letting himself process the pain. He wasn't justifying his infidelity whatsoever, he knew that it was beyond wrong and he was disgusting for committing to it for so long. But it felt nice to let his vulnerability taken care of even if it ended up with him using someone he had no affection for as a mean to get some form of twisted connection because he was too ashamed of himself to touch you again.

Wooyoung stood there silent, not knowing how to react, or more like not knowing what to react to first. So you simply shook your head and walked past him, this time successfully.

Soon, Wooyoung heard Dayoung and Woohyun saying (yelling) their goodbyes which was then followed by the front door shutting.

When the silence of the empty house settled in on him, he found himself slumped on the couch, emotionless as your words kicked him all over. His chest burned with hatred for himself and his fingers became tingly from anxiety. He couldn't help but think of the ways he had failed as a husband and perhaps as a father considering how his daughter treated you. It dawned on him how mad he was when Dayoung disrespected you earlier, how he hated seeing you, who had always treated Dayoung with a lot of consideration, to be treated that way. And while he felt justified for chastising his daughter for her action, it was almost laughable how he didn't do the same when what he had been doing was a hundred, if not a thousand times more disrespectful. He was a hypocrite. You didn't deserve this.

Negative emotions welled inside Wooyoung, creating turmoil that almost made it hard for him to breathe.

Unfortunately, despite his realization, Wooyoung found himself driven to an action he had repeatedly done like a sick act of compensation when he was feeling bad. His hand fished the phone out of his pocket and his fingers moved as if on their own, immediately finding the contact that he didn't even bother to fake because he trusted that you wouldn't snoop because you were not that kind of a person.

"Hey, I know you're not busy until later in the evening, can I come?"

And the self-hate repeated itself.

But how much can he hate himself when he is being distracted by shallow, unfulfilling "pleasure" instead of dealing with his true feelings? How much more pain should he give you before he could finally take the first step to stopping and coming clean?

Maybe this was the last time he did it.

Maybe.

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🧡jackson wang party collab finished with my fellow partners in the @pirateeznet : @daesukiii (no hesitation) @mingsolo (hella good) @flurrys-creativity (effervescent) where we each have a small cameo in each other's stories

🧡pairing: hongjoong x reader (f) x wooyoung x yunho

🧡genre: smut, porn with some plot

🧡au: college au, college party au

🧡trope: friends to lovers

🧡rating: 18+,Mdni

🧡Word Count: 3,506

🧡Warnings: mentions of partying, mentions of drinking, not drunk sex (just having a good time after a few drinks), making out, fingering (f), hand jobs, slight mxm not heavy just mentioned, penetrative sex with a condom (well done!), anal (f), double penetration

🧡summary: Your best friend Wooyoung drags you out for the party of the year, which you really don’t want to go, but Wooyoung says it's non-negotiable. Your longtime crush Hongjoong is there and suddenly you decide maybe going to this party isn’t such a bad idea. Wooyoung, who was looking to finalize his crush on you, drags Yunho for moral support. Yunho, who wants nothing more than for Wooyoung to finally end up with his crush, and may or may not have along the road, fallen for both you…and Wooyoung. Who knows what might happen at the end of the night!

🧡divider by @cafekitsune

You tugged at the waistband of your high waisted skirt anxiously. Wooyoung slapped your hand. “Stop fidgeting, you look fine.”

“Excuse you.” You glared at your best friend. “Did I volunteer myself here or did someone drag me out?”

Wooyoung rolled his eyeliner eyes at you. “Please, you couldn't get ready fast enough once I showed you Hongjoong’s post that he was coming here.”

You groaned. “Ugh, you’re such an asshole, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung blew you a kiss. “You know you love me.”

Your extroverted best friend had dragged you to Jackson Wang’s blow out final party of the year. You would never have been seen here if not also for the fact a certain Philosophy major Kim Hongjoong was coming. This was a chance not normally within your wheelhouse to get on talking terms with your crush and so you had to take it. Even though you felt like Wooyoung was breathing down your neck rather than being a wingman.

Wooyoung was desperately typing on his phone before he informed you that Yunho was waiting for you two in the kitchen, without looking up from his phone. You sighed, eyes desperately looking out for a peek of dark hair and perhaps an eyebrow ring. Wooyoung looked up when you didn’t answer him and blew a raspberry. “Can you stop simping for two seconds and drop me off to someone I know before you get your dick wet?”

If looks could kill, you sure hoped yours would, with the one you sent Wooyoung. “You are so crude. Fine, let’s find your bestie.”

Wooyoung grabbed your hand and dragged you through the sprawling house. His hands felt comfortable in yours and you felt yourself relax a bit. Wooyoung sent you one of his winning smiles over his shoulder and at last you arrived in the kitchen.

Yunho held up two Solo cups with a silly look on his face, wiggling his shoulders invitingly. His goofy face made you relax even more. You grabbed the cup Yunho offered before Wooyoung could dangle it out of your reach and tease you. You knew your best friend too well. You downed the drink while Wooyoung semi-sulked at a missed opportunity.

“Liquid courage?” Yunho asked with an honest face.

You pursed your lips in discontent, glancing at Wooyoung. “Do you have to tell him everything?” Referring to Wooyoung clearly informing Yunho that you were here to bump into Hongjoong.

Wooyoung mocked you, sending you an ugly look and then drank his solo cup. “Did you see him?” You asked Yunho instead of exchanging barbs with Wooyoung again.

“Yeah, you can't miss him.” Yunho jerked his chin in the direction of the door to the outside from the kitchen.

Hongjoong was currently taking a drag of a joint with his friends. Maybe you could…

“Just go, you dork, what's stopping you?” Wooyoung pestered you.

You nibbled on your lip. Hongjoong threw his head back with a boisterous laugh. God, he was hot. And smart. You winced at Wooyoung. “He's out of my league.”

Wooyoung growled, his mouth still on the Solo cup, echoing his voice. “What do you mean, out of your league?”

Yunho glanced at you, then Wooyoung. “What do you have to lose? Hongjoong is nice, I'm sure he'll let you down easy if--”

Wooyoung elbowed Yunho in the stomach. “Don't put a negative thought in her head, she's got enough in there.”

“Sure, yeah,” Yunho nodded casually. “Um, you're totally fuckable, no way he--” Yunho’s eyes widened when Wooyoung elbowed him again. “I can't win with you, can I?”

“Bodyshots!” A girl squealed, raising a bottle and pointing at Hongjoong. “And you’re taking the shots.”

While Hongjoong and his friends were busy clearing the table for their human shot glasses, the girl that had started this whole thing came over and grabbed your hand. Her out-going-ness and sense of adventure seemed to capture you because before you knew it, she was pulling you along to the table with her, wriggling her eyebrows like she knew you were trying to get with Hongjoong. Had you been that obvious?

You practically trembled as Hongjoong bent over the table to take the shot from your belly button. You’re thankful for the firm handhold the other girl has on you, otherwise you might have shot off into the arms of Wooyoung. The feel of Hongjoong’s pretty lips on your skin gives you butterflies and you can’t help but have hope that something might come of this.

Hongjoong helped you off the table, grabbing the bottle of tequila from his friend. His eyes glittered with potential tomfoolery. “Another?” He offered.

You opened your mouth to ask how since you were upwards now when Hongjoong tipped the bottle over your head and you opened your mouth to let the stream of liquor poor into your waiting mouth. You swallow quickly but when Hongjoong’s lips crash on yours, chasing the tequila, you’re stunned for a moment.

“You were supposed to save some for me,” Hongjoong teased you.

A beautiful girl in a dress looks unamused beside a cold looking dreamboat and a blonde guy who hoots at the body shots and fun in the kitchen. You shyly hold the liquor in your mouth when Hongjoong slanted his lips over yours a second time, successfully transferring the liquid into his. Hongjoong’s sly tongue entered your mouth, licking the remnants from your lips even. You giggled when Hongjoong sent you a fun-filled grin.

“Hey, Hongjoong!” Another girl waved at Hongjoong from across the kitchen and his face brightened at seeing her. “Hold that thought, I gotta talk to one of my friends.”

You can’t help but feel crest-fallen watching Hongjoong easily wave his way through the kitchen to animatedly talk to this girl. What the heck were you doing? Did you really think you could connect with someone through exchanging liquor?

With a sigh and a bruised ego, you turned to find Wooyoung and Yunho. You expected to see the two of them having some fun of their own, but they’re nowhere in the kitchen. It takes a few minutes to locate them, but you find them arguing in a hallway in hushed tones. Neither of them spotted you, too drawn into their own drama to notice you, so you catch a bit of the argument.

“I don’t understand you!” Yunho said with dismay, pushing his hands through his hair in frustration. “You brought her here to get that connection with Hongjoong!”

Wooyoung dug his foot into the carpet petulantly. “I know. It’s what would make her happy. I couldn't let her miss her last chance with Hongjoong.”

“But? At the cost of your own feelings? Wooyoung, you don’t make any sense.” Yunho’s eyes are big and pleading, looking down at his best friend. “It hurts me to see you like this. You know I’d love for you two to get together.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you make an audible gasp, causing them both to turn towards you now. Shit. “Uh. Hi guys.”

Wooyoung crossed his arms. “Where’s Hongjoong?”

You winced. “He found someone else to talk to.”

The cold, cutting look on Wooyoung’s face softened. “I’m sorry, Boo.” His pet name for you, shortened from Bookworm, hit a little harder this time around.

You struggled to put on a brave grin. “That’s okay. I’ve got my best friend to dance with, right?”

“You heard everything, didn’t you?” Yunho bluntly stated.

“Um, I heard enough?” You laughed nervously.

“Whatever.” Wooyoung brushed off what he was feeling and gave you a ‘I’m game’ smile. He took your hand once again and drew you into the nearest room that had music booming from some Bluetooth speakers.

Your hips swayed with Wooyoung’s, in sync with the beat. Wooyoung still had a grip on his drink, swallowing deeply and keeping in time with the music. Yunho danced in front of you when you beckoned him from the middle of the room. You could hear Wooyoung’s barking laughter behind you when Yunho attempted to twerk and almost fell over. It wasn’t how you planned on your evening working out but this somehow still felt right.

When you got too tired and needed some water, the three of you found a quiet spot, the billiards room that seemed to have been vacated when a fight had broken out. The three of you sat on the table, panting and drinking water like you had run a marathon.

“So!” Wooyoung swung his feet almost child-like from the table beside you. “Are you giving up on your crush with Hongjoong or what?”

You contemplated the words of your best friend. It did seem kind of silly, honestly. A crush was just a crush. It was fun to fantasize about someone but they rarely lived up to the idea in your head. You nodded slowly. “I think so.”

Wooyoung leaned forward, hands flat on the smooth wooden side of the pool table. “Wanna fuck with me and Yunho instead?”

“Wooyoung!” Yunho scolded the younger man on the other side of you.

Wooyoung sent a pointed look to Yunho. “It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Yunho’s ears turned bright red, like the time Wooyoung called out Yunho’s Pornhub history during a late night run to the convenience store. “You know it is,” Yunho admitted, eyes on the ground.

“Uhhhhhhh…” You let the hesitation roll off your tongue. “What about me?”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time. “Are you saying no? Cuz I can entertain Yunho then if you’re opposed to it.”

You frowned heavily at Wooyoung. “Don’t fuck with Yunho just because I turned you down.”

“Are you turning me down?” Wooyoung demanded point blank.

You chewed your lip in uncertainty. “I didn’t say that, just don’t do that to Yunho.”

Yunho laughed under his breath. “My knight in shining armor.”

Wooyoung blew his bangs out of his face. “This is dumb. Do you wanna or not?”

A thrill rushed through you, akin to the one when you were about to get Hongjoong taking shots from your body. Did that mean that was the wrong or right decision again tonight? “Woo…”

Wooyoung grabbed your hand and smacked a loud kiss to the back of your hand. “I’m always your best friend, Boo. You couldn't lose me. Ever.”

You turned your head to Yunho who looked slightly heart-eyed at Wooyoung’s semi-confession. He half-smiled, looking hopeful. “It would be a night to remember.”

Wooyoung moved your hands to your thigh. “Just give me the word, Boo.”

You let go of his hand and squeezed his thigh back. “I want to try.”

It should have been confusing but somehow it wasn’t. Wooyoung was like the glue that brought you and Yunho together. In no time, Yunho’s shirt was off as you groped his chest, Yunho was making out with Wooyoung, and Wooyoung’s eager fingers were down your underwear and skirt. The three of you were a moaning mess, to be honest, but still it worked. You were enamored with the way that you could sometimes see a flash of what you thought was Wooyoung’s tongue as they made out in front of you. You weren’t sure if Wooyoung was in charge or Yunho in that scenario, but the kissing was only making you more wet.

Wooyoung chuckled darkly, breaking the kiss between him and Yunho to make a comment. “I think she likes the show we’re putting on, Yuyu.”

Your face, and Yunho’s, grew heated at the comment. And you both bugged out when Wooyoung pulled his fingers from between your legs and crudely licked them, watching as your wetness separated between them.

“Wooyoung!” You weren’t sure if you were whining from the loss of his fingers or from what he was showing off.

After that, your underwear was completely discarded, the boys having pulled down their pants. You moved to your knees. You gave them both handjobs while you kissed Wooyoung and Yunho played with your puckered hole. It hadn't been decided if they would both fuck you, but when Yunho had made a play for your cunt and found you groaning when he accidently rimmed you, well, he was content to tease you with his fingers there too. Your handjobs were jerked and random, unable to completely focus on your movements when Wooyoung was kissing you with teasing nips and Yunho’s pretty fingers were deep in you too.

“I--” Yunho choked on a moan, “This is torture.”

Wooyoung smirked in your kiss and you leaned back slightly to let him talk. “What do you want, Yunho?”

Yunho’s eyes roamed everywhere but on you and Wooyoung. “ ‘wanna be on the other side of you two,” he mumbled.

Wooyoung gave you a pointed look. “Yunho adores us together, don’t you know.”

“I kinda overheard,” You admitted.

“You sneaky devil,” Wooyoung chuckled quietly, stealing another kiss from your lips. “Okay, how do you two wanna fuck on this pool table?”

Wooyoung sat on the edge of the pool table, where you straddled his lap. Wooyoung insisted that you put the condom on him, eyes solidly on the way you rolled it down his length. When you demanded why the hell he had condoms on him when going to this party, he simply shrugged and claimed anything can happen at a Jackson Wang party. You raised yourself above Wooyoung’s dick, and the cheeky bastard played the head of his cock along your folds. He bit down on his lip when you whined at his teasing.

“ ‘want you to want it,” Wooyoung murmured.

“I…” You paused to let out another whine as the head of his dick passed over your clit. “I want it, Wooyoung. I really really really want it.”

“Take it,” Wooyoung whispered. He maneuvered his dick until the head was resting at your hole. It was clearly up to you to do what you wanted.

You slowly sank down on his length, causing the both of you to moan gratuitously. It wasn’t long before he was fully seated inside of you. It also wasn’t long before Wooyoung was including Yunho in on the exchange.

“Wanna help a bro out?” Wooyoung said over your shoulder. His fingers drummed against your hips. “Pull her top up, Yunho. I want to see those breasts bounce in front of my face.”

“God, Wooyoung,” You scolded him.

“Can I?” Yunho’s deep voice sounded like he was fucked out just from watching you and Wooyoung.

You nodded, not sure if your voice could stay steady with the desperation that you felt. You watched as Yunho’s arms came around you and his fingers deftly caught the hem of your crop top. His fingertips skimmed your ribs and then with a quick pull, your breasts were free from your bra and shirt.

Wooyoung bucked his hips upwards, causing your boobs to indeed bounce. Wooyoung sported a wicked smile. “That’s much better.”

“Wh-what about--Wooyoung stay still so I can think!--Yunho?” You barely were able to ask.

“I--” Yunho’s hands hovered over your body, you could feel the warmth radiating from them rather than their touch.

“Ugh, what am I going to do with the two of you,” Wooyoung complained. “If the condoms on, you already prepped her, let’s go Yunho!”

Wooyoung wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you forward against his chest for a moment, if only to push your bottom half out invitingly to Yunho. You could feel him nudging your backside and it sent a shiver through your body.

“Spit on her hole, Yunho,” Wooyoung suggested wickedly.

Yunho whined at the command, but when Wooyoung pulled your ass cheeks apart for him, he did as he was told. You felt the spit dribble along your hole and then the stretch of Yunho in your ass.

You whimpered and Yunho halted his progress immediately. Wooyoung pushed your hair behind your ear fondly. “Boo?”

“No no, don’t stop,” you babbled, “it feels good. Please don’t stop.”

Wooyoung, not to be out done, began to thrust shallowly into your cunt. With his chin tucked into your shoulder, you could only imagine that he was eyefucking Yunho right now. “She stretching good for you, Yuyu?” he cooed, almost mockingly.

“So--tight--” Yunho groaned.

Wooyoung laid back completely on the pool table, his hair splaying out slightly on the green felt. You put a hand on either side of his waist to brace yourself as Yunho finished slowly but surely entering you. Wooyoung scrunched his nose as he got his tiny thrusts into you and you swallowed a moan down.

“Woo,” You called out, “You look pretty like this.”

“Do I?” Wooyoung caught his tongue between his teeth naughtily and you nodded confirmation.

“Ready?” Yunho called out over your shoulder, sounding desperate.

“Ready,” You whispered to your two friends.

The rest was a blur. Your mind was white noise with the pleasure that was coming from your lower half. You had never been double penetrated like this but it felt so good being stuffed in both holes. Yunho was gentle with you, pulling in and out, letting you feel every inch of his cock. Wooyoung was a bit more sporadic, looking for a reaction from you with every jerk of his hips.

“Next time,” Wooyoung said with his teeth barred, “I want both of us in your hole.”

Yunho cried out as you clenched down on him at the thought. “D-don’t do that, I’m gonna--!”

“Shit, Wooyoung!” You cried out as well.

Yunho’s hips still against your ass as he filled his condom up with his cum. You also came from dual stimulation. You collapsed against Wooyoung’s chest and he finished inside of you as well, a loud, lusty groan falling from his lips.

Wooyoung patted your ass lightly. “You did so well, Boo.”

“That…was…” You grasped for any brain cells to articulate how good that was.

“That was the best fuck of my life,” Yunho responded for you.

“Yeah. That,” You agreed, snuggling into Wooyoung’s chest.

Once the two of them had pulled out of you, condoms tied off and thrown in the bin and clothing had been put on and tidied up, you ended up with both Yunho and Wooyoung’s arms around you.

“Thank you for inviting me to the party, Woo,” You said.

“I told you it was going to be worth it.” Wooyoung preened at being right.

“Don’t act like you knew this was going to happen, Jung Wooyoung,” Yunho called out his best friend. “I fully expected you to be complaining over a soju and beer combo about how Hongjoong doesn’t deserve--” Wooyoung was about to smack Yunho to cut him off but this time Yunho caught his hand. “That’s exactly what you would have done,” Yunho insisted.

You put your hand over the two of them. “Stop fighting.”

Yunho rubbed his cheek against the crown of your head. “Boo?”

“Mmmmm?” You answered absentmindedly.

“About what Wooyoung said earlier…about this happening again…?”

You laughed nervously. “Oh, his two dicks one hole theory? You can’t--”

“I wanna try.”

“Mother fucker,” You swore, your mouth dropping open.

Wooyoung bursted into laughter at your reaction and Yunho couldn't help but smile too. Everything seemed like it was okay until Hongjoong opened the door to the billiards room.

“Ah, so it was true what they said,” He laughed, scratching the back of his neck.

“You…came looking for me?” You frowned in confusion. Hadn't he ditched you for another girl.

Hongjoong’s eyebrow twitched upwards. “I did say hold that thought. My friend just needed someone to talk to. I was intending to finish what I started.”

Your head dropped in embarrassment. The guy who you had been kissing and taking shots with had just caught you between your two friends. What did you do now?

“Well, if you decide to do this again, you could always hit me up.” Hongjoong pulled his phone from his pocket and offered it to you. Your eyes were big but you couldn't make yourself move your hand to take his phone.

Wooyoung took your hand, like he had been all night, and brought it up to his lips to give it a loud smack once again. Except this time, his eyes were on Hongjoong. “If we think about you, we’ll let you know.”

Yunho snorted in laughter at Wooyoung’s answer, akin to that of a casting call or hiring interview.

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes at Wooyoung’s somewhat possessive gesture. “You do realize she was making out with me earlier, right, Jung?”

Wooyoung looked pleased with himself as he said. “Yeah, but I just gave her something much, MUCH better.”

“Sorry Hongjoong,” Yunho spoke up as well, “It seems like she’s decided.”

You winced. You weren’t sure what you had just started between your crush and your friends but… it didn’t seem like it was going to be settled in one night. Maybe those thrills you had been feeling earlier were trying to warn you that you were going down a tunnel of no return. Guess you only had time to find out.

#a: sanjoongie #m: hongjoong #m: yunho #m: wooyoung #x reader #mxm #g: college au #g: college party au #g: friends to lovers #smut #wc: 1-5k #w: mentions of partying #w: mentions of drinking #k: making out #k: fingering #k: hand jobs #k: protected sex #k: anal #k: double penetration

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ー☆ㅤㅤ [ cs x fem!reader ] ㅤ੭𓂃 ㅤmature, mdni , smut, fwb, college au 𓏧 wine, sex and your friend choi san- the aftermaths of a party and the dealings of your heart ㅤ warnings vanilla sex, praise kink, alcohol ㅤ﹢ㅤ3.7k wc ㅤ𓏧ㅤ req

You sip lightly on the wine glass while sitting on the couch as a couple makes out beside you. You can’t care less as your eyes scan the party for the person who is supposed to be present at the party. A whiff of smoke comes in your sight and you whip your head at the familiar deodorant.

“Searching for him again?” your brother Mingi speaks beside you blowing another smoke before pressing his lips to a girl clutching onto him. You make a disgusted face and look away saying, “I am.” He looks down at you raising an eyebrow and you shrug finishing the wine that matches the dark red colour of your dress.

“Maybe you should just confess,” he replies over the squeals of a drunk Wooyoung who has suddenly come over to replace the girl and is now trying to smooch him. “Accept his kiss,” you laugh getting up and dodging his question as you walk towards the counter.

He sighs loudly and then walks towards you as Wooyoung’s girlfriend gets a hold of him. “Don’t ignore my question y/n,” he whines and you shush his deep and loud voice looking around in suspicion.

“Maybe not yell that in a party full of gossiping college students,” you hiss at him and he rolls his eyes and is about to retort when a smooth voice cuts him off saying, “The party is wild, Mingi-ya.”

Your ears perk up and you look behind your tall brother to see San’s smiling. Mingi grins doing their personal handshake and replies, “You are going to help me clean in the morning.” You groan at your brother being an ass while San looks at him bewildered and Mingi casually leaves, walking towards Hongjoong who is now trying to enter the waste bin.

“He is really straightforward,” San laughs and you shake your head, cursing your brother internally. San and you make small take before you take your leave, going to meet your friends.

Your back hits the soft mattress as a whine builds up in your throat. You grasp San’s hair with fervour and tug on it deepening the kiss and San groans in your mouth, feeling himself getting hard with each passing second. The light hint of smoke on his lips paired with the alcohol could only do so much as make you go absolutely feral.

You gasp as he parts for air and takes in your form- hair messy from his fingers running through them, lipstick smudged and breathless, lustful eyes watching him in hazy delight. People talk about the seven wonders but he will pay millions just to see you like this, beautiful and raw- just for him.

You drag your nails along his collarbone and look at him whining, “Do whatever you want with me Sannie.” You are ready to be fucked senseless by him, to spill his name until you feel your mind-numbing so his next action surprises you.

San presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss that makes your insides melt and you feel his hand kneading through your hair softly. A foreign feeling rises in your chest and you push it down as you run your hand along his shirt sleeves clutching on it. A light whimper accentuates the air as you part as the kiss deepens and you feel him breaking all rules of your arrangement non-verbally.

Because San isn’t kissing you like he wants to ruin you.

San is kissing you like you are his only source of warmth on a cold winter night.

“What are you doing?” you whisper to him as soon as you part and he breaks into a smile answering, “You told me to do whatever I wanted to. I want to take my time.” Your protest dies in your throat as you feel him press a kiss on the corner of your mouth and trail it down your throat.

Your body tenses at his actions and his fingers run along your sides resting on your waist and tracing light patterns on it. You relax instantly and you feel his smile against the base of your throat as he kisses it. Slightly sucking on the area he earns a light gasp from you as he applies more pressure and pulls out.

He presses light kisses along your arm and you squirm, a giggle threatening to spill from your throat as he reaches your wrist and presses his lips and then presses feathery kisses on each one of your fingers. You feel the sensation tug your heartstrings and his actions surface your deep-rooted feelings for him.

Feelings you aren’t supposed to explore at all. Feeling that grew each time you had hooked up with him. Feelings that you deny every time.

You pressurise your mind to focus on the pleasure but the more San kisses your body the more you lose it. This was not part of the deal, fuck and leave was the deal. You’re still technically doing that, you think and you push back the reason on your conscience far back in your mind.

“You are so beautiful,” his deep voice sends vibrations along your body as he kisses down your chest and attaches his mouth to your perked-up nipples. You arch your back, San’s name rolling off your tongue as he licks over it and bites lightly. His tongue feels so good that you barely notice San’s fingers hooking your panties and pulling them down in a swift motion.

A shiver goes down your spine as the air hits your clit and San moves down kissing along your stomach. He goes painfully slow, pressing his lips on every stretch mark and your heart does somersaults. San has never ‘taken his time’ before and the way he is treating you almost makes you believe you are a domestic couple.

San kisses along your waistline before he hovers over your clit, his breath hitting your sensitive region and you scream in pleasure when he collects your arousal and pushes it in you.

“So wet baby, only for me,” he says and you gasp as his mouth attaches to your clit. He sucks on hit and your thighs close in instinct but he holds them down as his tongue rapidly laps in your clit. He licks and stripes and his tongue hits the right spots.

And elicit moans leave your throat and you feel like seeing stars as San’s tongue works wonders. Soon you feel the familiar coil in your stomach and it snaps. A string of his name leaves your mouth and San sucks in every one of your juice like it is his last meal. His eyes glisten as he looks at your panting state and kisses you right away.

You groan at your taste in his mouth and he pulls away angling himself over you. He rolls off a condom and pressing his lips to you again pushes himself in. A half-gasp, half-moan rips along your throat as he inches deeper and deeper and his feather-like kisses all over your face accentuate your feelings for him more and more.

“You taste so damn sweet love,” his late admission makes your throat constrict and he takes his sweet time exploring you with his cock. He hits the right spots and you moan into his neck, your nails digging into his skin with his every thrust.

“So beautiful and perfect, just for me,” he whispers in your ears, pressing a trail of kisses down to your throat and his words haze your mind, tipping you over the edge.

His thrusts become harder and faster as he realises you are close before his hips shake in pleasure. You feel your arousal approaching and whisper it out and you hear him say, “Let go, darling.” His voice and his loving gaze make you come undone and San follows soon after with a groan of your name.

His lips find yours and press on them, encasing them in sweet pleasure. It isn’t rushed or high from energy, instead, it is slow and sensual and it tugs your heartstrings more as you take relief from the post-coital bliss. San smiles as he leaves your lips and pulls himself out falling on the bed beside you.

His sentences from before roam around in your head as you feel him get up probably to leave like you guys had planned some months ago. Of course, he will do that.

You are so beautiful.

So beautiful and perfect, just for me.

The deal- fuck with no strings attached. You two had simply decided on it after you two couldn’t find suitable partners and good sex. So five drinks, an accidental hook-up with each other and a pounding head the morning after you two decided on it. Have good sex, never stay the night for aftercare and the universal rule- never fall for each other.

You have been actively breaking rule three for some weeks now. You have fallen for him, like him so much that it physically hurts you when he is with any other girl. It makes your heart clench when he flirts with others, lingers his touches more than usual and laughs in that beautiful voice of his at a stupid joke a girl makes to impress him.

But you guys had decided on this, you two can date whoever you want, this arrangement is only for pleasure purposes. And the sex you just had was nothing but one of his experiments you had consented him to. But the way he touched you, kissed you, whispered to you didn’t feel like fucking.

It was like love.

And you hated yourself for it. San’s hands on your knees jerk you back to reality as he makes a motion that he is leaving and you nod lightly. All the rules in the deal were settled by you, and San had simply agreed to them. So breaking them when the person who got roped into this is following it isn’t the ideal scenario.

And thus you have to get rid of these feelings.

You wake up the next morning and go to the living room to see Mingi already starting the cleaning. An empty glass of hangover juice is sitting alone on the countertop and piles of other utensils and cutlery are in the sink. Your brother has already mopped the floor and you admire him for his tenacity. At least something happened under the influence of Seonghwa.

“Where’s San?” you roll your eyes at the rhetorical question and don’t bother to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Mingi watches you as you pick up the lint roller and start cleaning the other half of the room he hasn’t touched.

“It’s so frankly annoying and stupid that you two try to deny everything between you two,” he sighs loudly and it works as your head whips in his direction. “How much delusional are you? We have nothing within us,” you reply nonchalantly but the tinge of sadness in your tone betrays you.

“Sure, that is exactly why he was so pissed yesterday and about to break a guy’s nose for calling you a ‘slut’,” he deadpans and you look at him in shock before quickly blinking and composing yourself, “Well at least they person’s nose is okay.”

“Nope, I broke it,” he states as if he did something as simple as eat cereal in the morning and your eyes widen as he shrugs. “But this is not about me, this is about San, do you know how many girls he has tipped off with the excuse of your ‘arrangement’? As far as I am aware you guys can date anyone despite the fucking.”

You look away from your brother’s penetrative eyes and try to focus on the cleaning. But your mind is anywhere but cleaning as Mingi’s words play over in your head. Your twin kicks your shin and you jerk in surprise. “When did you-“You get interrupted by him saying, “Stop pretending like you can’t hear me and do something about these unresolved feelings. They are so obvious that even the boy I tutor is catching up.”

“Right, of course, the boy you tutor, Hyunwoo, who comes to our house just one day every week. Do you not know eighth-graders are full of shit and hormones? He is obviously tripping,” you fake scoff three times before stopping as you feel his judgemental eyes boring into yours.

“Whatever sails your ship, y/n,” he says in a sing-song tone earning another eye-roll from you before you both get back to work.

You stare in distaste at your closet as most of your party outfits are in the laundry. You curse Wooyoung in your head for throwing a third party in the same week right after you send your outfits in the wash you pick up your phone. Your hand hovers over your call list and rational thinking is never an option before you are dialling San.

He is still a friend!

San picks up in a heartbeat, something Wooyoung calls “desperate” but you call “efficiency” and you hear his smooth tone over the line, “Hey y/n.”

“Hey San, I was wondering if you want to catch up for coffee?” you ask casually and you hear him chuckle over the line, “After or before we buy you a dress?”

“How did you know?” you ask and he snorts, his light laugh sending your heart in a frenzy. The warm sound over the line feels like a rush over your muddled brain as you smile looking at your feet.

“I always know, when it comes to you,” he replies and you bite your lips. The small, rational part of your brain telling you to stop is pushed far behind and you reply, “Being a bit too obsessed with me, are we now, Choi?”

“I can be obsessed with you any day,” he smoothly adds over and a half-snort half-giggle leaves your mouth which would be embarrassing if you already didn’t have heart-eyes in a voice call. The familiar day-dreaming returns as you imagine San kissing you, not for merely sex, but for the shy giggles, or him hugging you with his face into the crook of your neck or him tracing down-

“So I will pick you up?” he asks breaking you out of your love-sick trance and your ears feel warm as you reply with a ‘yes’ praying it wasn’t as shaky as it sounded in your head. “Great, see you in fifteen,” he replies and you hum before the call disconnects.

Your brain racks for the casual outfit you should wear now, should you go with the white flowery jumpsuit? Or maybe the yellow dress till your knees? Or just simply go for jeans and a cute top? Or a light cardigan? Stop it. It is not a date. Your mind kicks back in place as you blink lightly from your trance before getting ready.

A car’s honk resounds after a few minutes and you go to the door only to see San holding a bouquet of flowers and smiling at you. His eyes form a crescent moon shape under his hair, a few bangs touching his forehead lightly and you gasp.

“The florist shop was on the way, and I picked some up,” he says adding a casual shrug and then adding, “Figured you can just keep them in the apartment.”

Friends give each other flowers, right? Right!

“Oh, uh, thanks,” your voice becomes smaller with every word as you take the bouquet from his hand and keep it inside. You contemplate whether you should arrange them now but decide later since it won’t be too long.

“You look pretty,” San comments as you go out making you even more flustered and you stutter out a “Thanks.” He hums as you get in his car and drives over to the store he knows you usually buy from. He notices your look of confusion and asks, “Do you want to buy from somewhere else?”

“No, but how?” you ask gesturing him lightly, too much at a loss for words. “I am your friend, of course, I know it,” he smiles, his dimples popping out and you have to physically restrain yourself from leaning over and kissing his dimples. A tinge of red appears on his cheekbones and spreads lightly to his neck as he notices you staring at him and he tries to play it off by mildly coughing.

Choosing some dresses is a smooth process, occasionally San pitches in his choices, which you take for a few, and you get inside the trial room to finalize one.

After trying some and discarding them you pick up one San has recommended before putting it on. The zipper is in the back, unlike the others which had it in the side and you need help because god forbid you aren’t that flexible.

You don’t even hesitate and call for San since you know the boy will basically help anyone with anything without any malicious intent. Your mind slightly turns over the fact that your friends-with-benefits relationship is also because of his willingness to help, and you push it back further down. You do not need it in your mind right now.

“Yes?” San peeks through the door and you smile sorrowfully saying, “Can you please help me pull the zipper?” He nods, throwing in his dimpled smile and you sigh to yourself. If a smile can turn your insides to mush, hell you don’t know what you will do with his wordless rejection.

San's hands on your back make a stark contrast to your skin, and you feel heated up at his menacingly slow pace of pulling the chain up. You blame the confines of the trial room for feeling hot and bothered as his fingertips dance on your skin. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the chain is up and you look in front.

You look stunning and you have to give it to him to know your exact tastes. The lines between reality and dreams blur as you feel his head dip down, lips lightly encasing on your shoulder pads as he whispers, “You look absolutely gorgeous.”

You may have stopped breathing altogether and your heart feels like bursting at any moment as you lock eyes on him, and feel like you have seen a different emotion, other than pure lust and desire. You see love, like last night.

Your stomach churns in an unfamiliar manner and you abruptly push off him and murmur, “No, fuck we can’t do this.” Your skin feels cold with the loss of his touch and your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and searching your eyes for something. Anything, to lead him on.

“San, we can’t,” your breath falters as you look at his perfectly sculpted face and reply, “We can’t continue this, our arrangement, our every single thing, just no!”

“Why?” he asks and you stare at him incredulously and scream lightly, “Why? San why? Because I broke our third rule okay? Because I fell in love, and that is just me. You are exactly where you were some months ago, my friend, that is how you see me, so to save us from my idiotic feelings, we need to stop.”

“Friends give each other flowers?” San asks and you shut up looking at him, gasping from being slightly breathless. You watch his face contort into something undecipherable as he continues, “Just friends don’t offer to pick each other up, in every possible situation, just so they can look at each other. Just friends don’t give two shits about remembering every small detail about each other, just friends don’t look at each other like we do. Just friends don’t feel like ripping someone’s heads off when anyone else flirts with each of them, and just friends for fuck’s sake, do not have sex as if they want to make love.”

You look at him, eyes wide at his face as he runs an impatient hand through his hair, and in one short stride, he is hovering over you. He looks at you, locking your eyes and a beat passes before you whisper, “Then what are we?” “Whatever you want us to be, love,” he replies, his eyes flickering with every emotion, because it is all so damn confusing when it comes to you.

When it comes to you, his mind clams and he has no idea what should be done.

“Then let’s be the corny boyfriend and girlfriend,” you giggle but it dies as his lips fall on yours in a second. His hand traces along your waist and his kiss is just like you imagined it to be. Only better! The gentleman touches with a hint of craziness as you two lock your lips like the perfect puzzle piece. You run your hands through his hair lightly making him smile into the sweet kiss.

He pulls away, taking a second for your appreciation before his lips are on you again. This time, it is hot and heavy, full of passion, and you tug on his shirt, a soft whine leaving your mouth as he holds your cheeks and manoeuvres his mouth into yours. The kiss is messy and full of tongue and when you break for air he whispers, “Let’s get out of here.”

Mingi enters your apartment and immediately halts as he sees you and San cuddled up on the sofa, watching something on the television that neither of you is paying attention to. In fact, you are both too busy giggling and pecking each other to even notice Mingi. He smiles at you two, glad that you both came to your senses before clearing his throat.

“What?” you ask, the sound coming out muffled since your mouth is full of chips and San laughs pecking the side of your lips. Your attention returns to San and you giggle looking at him making Mingi gag. He is already so tired of this.

“Well, I am home, thanks for asking, sister,” he comments, his voice edging on the ‘sister’ making you scoff at him. He continues, “Glad you two are together now, saves every one of us from your blind misery.”

“Shut up,” you stick a middle finger in his direction and he doesn’t even bother to look before asking, “Hey what dress did you buy anyway for Woo’s party tomorrow?”

“Shit!”

“Fuck!”

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Throuple - Yeosang & Yunho

Part of Anthology

Every two weeks, I will post a drabble (and sometimes longer) alongside a prompt that went with it. The prompts may be songs, scenarios, or more.

M: Yeosang & Yunho

Wc: 204

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, e for everyone, established relationship

Summary: Your two boyfriends are bickering, and you try to calm the waters.

You plop yourself in between the bickering duo, plucking the remote out of Yeosang's hand. "I'm over hearing the two of you argue. I'm picking the show and it will be the Great British Baking Show."

"Ah, no!" Yeosang whines, "I get too agitated watching them ice cakes."

Yunho snorts. "What, like you're any better? We all saw Wooyoung's birthday cake fiasco."

Yeosang opens his mouth to retort and you groan loudly, effectively shutting your two boyfriends up. "You are so childish! All you guys squabbled over was literally the last piece of chicken and it wasn't even either of you who took it! It was me. I brought it to lunch."

Immediate silence as both Yunho and Yeosang turn to stare at you. "You what?" Yunho's voice sends a shiver down your spine.

"Come on, no one's name was on it. It's free game."

"No, it wasn't, because I distinctly remember writing my name in rainbow on the side of it." Yeosang practically glares through your skull. His hand clamps down on your shoulder. "Give me the remote. It's my turn anyway."

Well…you made a mistake. And you're going to pay for it by having to give up movie-choosing privileges for a month.

#a: daesukiii #m: yunho #m: yeosang #x reader #x member #g: poly relationship #w: none #fluff #g: established relationship #wc: <1k #oneshot

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bf texts with jongho !

pairing: choi jongho x reader

genre: fake texts, crack, humour

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networks: @kflixnet k-labels kbookshelf neverendingdreams-net straykidsland @k-films @pirateeznet

#a: hotteoki #m: jongho #x reader #g: smau #crack #w: none #oneshot

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EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT LOVE

TRACK 1. while you were sleeping ft. kim hongjoong

“3:30 am // that night something turned in my heart // while you were sleeping, i fell in love.”

producer!kim hongjoong x reader. requested by @atinycafe. genre. fluff. warnings. none. rating. sfw. wc. 737.

lilo’s notes. while you were sleeping with hongjoong is the best concept ever you absolute genius.

series masterlist . taglist is open

you supposed there had been many signs you were in love with kim hongjoong.

despite not having been in a relationship for very long, you saw yourself spending the rest of your life with him. he was always so nice, so caring. the way you met him was rather funny, you thought.

it started with a tweet of you praising an album that had recently been released by one of your favourite artists, specifically whoever produced one of the songs. that producer happened to be him. after your post gained attention, it somehow reached him, the compliments making him grin as he replied with a simple ‘thank you :)’. needless to say, you were surprised and a little embarrassed, not expecting him to ever notice you.

at the time you had been living in the states, but soon you moved back to korea for work reasons.

it was a pure coincidence that you went out to a little restaurant with your friends one night. one of them asked if they could bring another friend, and since everyone else seemed to know “joong” you agreed too, mildly curious.

turns out you had some friends in common with the producer.

he’d never forget the first time he saw you. there you were, laughing with your friends as you sipped on your iced tea. you hadn’t even said anything and he already decided he liked you, drawn to your bright smile and light aura.

after that you found yourself spending more time with him, alone. since your first interaction was about music, he offered to take you to his studio. without hesitation, you agreed enthusiastically and soon found yourself in a small but comfortable room. the beige walls and couch felt cozy, the warm glow of a yellow lamp encasing you as he sat you down at his desk and showed you some songs he was working on.

something stirred in him as he noticed just how interested in his work you were, hanging onto every word he said with curiosity and wonder dancing in your eyes. he wasn’t exactly sure why he wasn’t able to hold himself back, usually a man of great control, but before he knew it the words were spilling out.

“you’re beautiful.”

you’d stilled at the sudden compliment, not believing someone as handsome as him would ever call you that. it was then that he asked you out, and after that everything you just fit into each other like puzzle pieces made for each other. you don’t remember times where you had been happier than your were with him—feeling giddy at just the thought of his pretty face, a bubbly rhythm in your steps as you practically danced down streets after leaving his place, the silly smile on your face and blushing cheeks making strangers grin back.

you’d always loved the dates he took you on; arcades, movies, nights in your apartment. you thought of them fondly as you laid in bed, unable to fall asleep. you eyes fell on the dresser beside your bed, a clear vase holding a bouqet of light pink flowers.

just hours before he had showed up at your front door, giving you the bouqet before dragging you out to a surprise he had planned for you. he took you somewhere high up where you could see the whole city, the sun setting in the horizon and drenching the sky in soft pastels as he held your hand and kissed your cheek. you’d found a bench to sit at, talking for hours until it got too cold and he dropped you off at home.

then he spent some more time with you, watching a movie—he chose la la land because he knew it was one of your favourtes—before leaving to go finish up some work. so you were left alone, tossing and turning in your bed and giggling at memories.

i love him.

the thought hit you so suddenly you sat up with wide eyes.

oh my god. i love kim hongjoong.

you didn’t know how you came to the conclusion, but it seemed so right; six months in and your feelings only continued to grow, it was only a matter of time until you realised it. the clock on your bedside table read 3:30 in the morning as you collapsed back into bed, flustered at reality.

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Hospitality

Pairing: Sugar baby! Wooyoung x Sugar mommy! f! yn

Word Count: 2064

Warnings: cursing, inaccurate medical tool use in the beginning, smut warnings under cut

Genre: Smut, established relationship au, sugar mommy au (hardly mentioned), E for explicit

Summary: After your first roleplay sparked a deep want for more, you and Wooyoung finally are able to act out your next desires.

Smut Warnings: roleplaying, dom/sub (reader dom, wooyo sub), handjob, oral (m), edging, riding, overstimulation, nipple/breast play, dick piercing, dirty talk, degradation (directed towards woo), unprotected sex (do? no), creampie, multiple orgasms, single mention of the colour system (woo says green once)

so when @sanjoongie wrote her fff day 20 (wooyo roleplay) I was...a little obsessed (I literally went feral in her dms). and so we ended up talking about a sequel with the aforementioned nurse/patient roleplay and I may or may not have ended up writing it in a single day but you didn't hear anything about that okay🔫 please enjoy and halfway through I forgot it was a roleplay so please ignore everything inaccurate about doctor stuff idk

“Hello, Mr Jung. I’ll be your home nurse. Is there anything I can help you with before we get started with the tests?” You raise an eyebrow as you lean forward, letting the doctor’s coat covering your torso slip just the slightest bit to tease your cut-out nurse costume you got from some sketchy website. You see Wooyoung’s eyes follow the skin and land on the hint of cleavage and you have to hold back your laughter. “Water, a cough drop?”

“Ah, I don’t think I’ll need anything else, ma’am. But you know, I’ve been feeling pain around my hips. I wasn’t sure if that’s something your little stethoscope could figure out?”

You bite your lip to keep the laughter from bursting out for real. Wooyoung is a lover of knowledge and research, it’s hilarious to see him blatantly ignore how a medical tool is used just to get his dick harder and wetter.

“Oh my, that’s not good,” you purr, reaching out to let your hand slide down his firm chest and dip into his slacks, the tips of your fingers barely kissing the hem of his briefs. You can feel the muscles tense underneath your touch. “Can you describe exactly what you’re feeling?”

Wooyoung groans, feigning pain. “Just an ache, and a slight burn. Can’t you check it out, ma’am?”

You hum, leaning in further and relishing in the way Wooyoung subconsciously follows your movement in an attempt to get closer. “Let’s see,” you hum sultrily as you push down his sweats, revealing his half-hard dick in his briefs. You tug the stethoscope from your neckline, pressing it against his twitching member and Wooyoung bites back a moan at the cool feeling of the metal even through his undergarments.

“I think I’ll need a closer look,” you tease, hooking a finger under the waistband of his underwear and tugging it down slowly, his cock springing free. The head of it is glistening with sticky precum, his king’s crown piercing practically sparkling with the sheen of the clear liquid paired with the overhead lights. God, it was so hard to resist fucking him properly in the seven months when he first got it (you paid for it, of course, how could you resist?), and you bite your lip in anticipation. This little roleplay is the first time you're actually getting to fuck him in months and you can't wait.

Without warning, you dip a finger into the tip and Wooyoung can’t hold back his moan this time, throwing back his head and whining. “Ma’am–” he chokes out and you chuckle.

“I think this needs some more hands-on tests,” you say thoughtfully, tapping the head of his dick with your index finger, amused by how Wooyoung squirms. “I’m going to need you to tell me exactly how you’re feeling, Mr Jung.” You punctuate it by tugging lightly on his piercing and Wooyoung’s hips jump.

“Ah– Fuck– Yes, ma’am,” Wooyoung cries out, already so, so sensitive. You chuckle at how needy he is already.

“I need you to be good for me, Mr Jung. That means no whining, no begging, and most importantly, do not come. It’s for your own health after all, you see,” you hum, tilting your head and letting the glasses sitting on your face slide down your nose bridge the way Wooyoung likes. “Do you understand me?”

Wooyoung nods frantically and you swat lightly at his cock.

“Use your words.”

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes, I understand,” Wooyoung cries, tears already forming as he bites his lip. “Please, more.”

You tsk, moving your hand to slap his thigh harder, eliciting a gasp from Wooyoung. “What did I just say, Mr Jung? You’re not being very good right now.” Your hand grips the base of his cock tightly as you move your other hand to fondle his balls. “Will you listen to me or do I need to restrain you?”

Wooyoung’s eyes shine as his gaze flickers from your hands to your face. Either idea appeals to him, and you hold back a smirk. “I…I’ll be good,” he half-whines-half-begs. “I’ll be good, ma’am.”

You give a little hum of approval before pressing the stethoscope to his cockhead, coating it in his precome. “What are you feeling right now?” you ask, a pleased little note adding to your voice.

“Fuck, it’s aching,” Wooyoung babbles, his words slurring into each other. “Feels so good.”

Your grip on the base tightens and Wooyoung lets out such a loud moan his throat vein pops and you have to refrain from leaning in to lick a stripe up it. “Hm, that’s a bit contradicting, no? Perhaps we need to a little more in-depth.”

Before Wooyoung can react, you lean forward to press your lips against the tip of his dick, spreading the precome around your mouth like lipgloss. Wooyoung chokes as he does his best to hold still lest you punish him, his thighs shaking with the exertion. “Fuck, noona,” he moans, forgetting his part in this roleplay, and you let it slide, too busy enjoying the bitter taste of his cock mixing with the metallic piercing.

He’s not too thick, nor too long, but there’s something about easily being able to fit his entire cock in your mouth, or how you can wrap one hand around it with ease that makes you addicted. Your body is heating up and you shrug off the doctor’s coat, revealing far too much skin for a “nurse” and you sigh around Wooyoung’s length at the cool air hitting your body.

At this point, you could care less about keeping up appearances and you start to suck on Wooyoung’s cock with such a ferocity that his hands fly down to grip your hair. You’ll ignore the direct disobedience for now, too busy focusing on the absolute treat of having his cock in your mouth. The perfect weight of it resting on your tongue makes you moan as your thighs clench.

“Shit, gonna come,” Wooyoung babbles and right as his dick throbs, you squeeze it tight, only a little drop of release beading out the tip, which you lap up quickly, twisting your tongue around his piercing.

It takes you a second to get back into character but when you do, you lift your head and level Wooyoung with such a stare that he has the decency to look ashamed. “What did I tell you, Mr Jung?”

“Ah…not to come.”

“What else?”

“No whining.” Wooyoung’s face is red and his eyes are on the brink of tears, but his cock is still throbbing and he’s made no move to stop you. “‘M sorry.” He ends with a loud sniff, turning his head away, and you feel a little bad. But he broke the rules.

“Mr Jung, eyes on me.” It takes him a moment to start to move again but it’s not fast enough for you and in the blink of an eye you’re crawling up to him, taking a firm grip of his chin. “What we’re going to do, is let you come. I’m going to ride you. And you will come properly. Again, and again, until I’ve had my fill. Okay?”

Wooyoung nods, but your fingers dig into his jawline just barely. “Y-yes, ma’am,” he murmurs, and without prompting, “green.”

“Good boy,” you hum, leaning in to brush your lips against his just barely, smiling when he tries to chase your lips subconsciously. “Sit up for me, okay?”

It takes Wooyoung a little to follow your orders, his legs are like jelly, but he manages it before your impatience kicks in. As he catches his breath, you slide down until his cock presses against your bare cunt, having forgone underwear for this little roleplay.

You don’t let it enter you just yet, only rutting against it and letting it catch on your clit repeatedly, making you moan breathily and grip Wooyoung’s shoulders to stabilise yourself. Wooyoung keeps his teeth worked into his lips, trying not to whine at both the lack of and over-stimulation you’re giving him. He’s almost making them bleed before you move his head down to your tits, pulling the keyhole of your costume down to expose your nipples.

Wooyoung looks up at you, waiting for permission first and when you nod, he immediately latches onto the stiff peaks, sucking and nibbling at your sensitive skin.

“Ah, fuck,” you sigh in pleasure, closing your eyes for a moment and enjoying the feeling of him worshipping your chest.

Small whimpers leave Wooyoung’s busy mouth, and you reach back, grabbing his cock and finally fitting it inside you. The feeling of the blunt head pressing inside you and the piercing dragging against your walls makes you sigh. “Ah, you fit inside me so well,” you hum, hands gripping his firm thighs to steady yourself as you start to grind down. “God, I’m going to milk you fucking dry. Your small cock so perfect to be used and used until there’s nothing left.”

Wooyoung’s hands grip your waist, his fingernails digging into the skin and making you gasp as you arch your back, driving his cock deeper and pushing your tits into his face. Wooyoung moans into your breasts, his warm breath ghosting over your nipples and you feel him spill into you, searing hot come staining your throbbing walls.

“Shit,” you gasp, your head dropping in the crook of Wooyoung’s neck, mouthing at the skin as your cunt clenches, drawing a few more drops of come out of Wooyoung. Your hips stutter, but you hold back your orgasm, slowing your movement to help keep yourself from coasting right over the high. “God, already came, and this is only your first round. You’re precious, Wooyoungie.”

As you speak, you start moving up and down, building speed as Wooyoung mouths at your chest, more out of comfort than lust at this point. He’s in for a long night, and from the look in his eyes, he’s perfectly willing to be your toy.

You don’t know how long you’ve been riding Wooyoung’s cock, enough times for his come to be leaking out of your cunt constantly and your legs to be shaking as you continue to bounce and grind onto him. Drool is spilling out of Wooyoung’s mouth and down your chest, and as much as Wooyoung has been fucked dumb, you’re right there with him. You’ve held back all your orgasms thus far, but now you’re too far gone to care and you fall into his lap with a groan, his cock spearing into you.

“Fuck…” you groan bordering on a whine. “Gonna come, baby, fuck, you’re too perfect.”

You can hardly move and Wooyoung tries his best to help, using his grip on your hips to hold you still as he grinds weakly inside of you. It’s the smallest movement, but after this long, anything, even a breath ghosting across your lips, could push you over the edge. And that minimal movement does, your broken cry the only warning you can offer Wooyoung before your cunt squeezes him so tightly that Wooyoung comes dry.

Even as you come down from your high, your hips still move slightly, pulling a few more moans out of the two of you. You’re sure you both look a mess, but neither of you care, just letting your bodies relax and collapse onto the bed.

And just as long as it took you to come, it takes the two of you to regain enough energy to check in with each other.

“You good, baby?” you ask, your hands cupping Wooyoung’s face as you press your cheek against his. “It wasn’t too much?”

Wooyoung sighs, nuzzling further into you and throwing his leg over your hip. “It was a lot, but I like it that way,” he reassures you, pressing a wet kiss to your face. “How about you? I know domming that heavily can make you tired.”

You groan, arms moving around his waist and squeezing slightly. “Yeah. It’s good. You’re good.”

Wooyoung laughs. “Only for you, noona. Maybe we can make this a regular thing.”

Without looking, you just know he’s wriggling his eyebrows and you pinch his side, eliciting a laugh from him. “Mmh. We’ll talk about that later. For now, I want to nap and then clean all the dried come off me. Gross.”

Wooyoung snorts. “That’s not what you were saying when you were fucking me over and over.”

“Shut up. Sleep.”

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Pairing: roommate! San x f! yn

Word Count: 10,664

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, smut warnings under cut

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, f2l au, college au, M for mature audiences

Summary: As the resident fuckboy San's best friend, you're legally obligated to be his hype man. It's only fitting as you're one of the few who can resist his boyish charms. But when he's set his sights on someone you cannot stand, perhaps you need to dig a bit deeper into your feelings after all.

Smut Warnings: masturbation (f), voyeurism, sexual fantasies, oral (f), missionary, protected sex, very slight breast play, overstimulation, cowgirl, some cumplay, dirty dirty talk, slight body worship ig?, praise, I literally have no idea I wrote it at a time when I should've been in bed so lmk if I missed anything

this is for the jackson wang party fic collab finished with @mingsolo @flurrys-creativity and @sanjoongie <3 I still have one more to go but we'll ignore that LMAOOOOO I added too much plot :') flurry was a dear and helped me sort out my thoughts and I managed to write 8k of it in one day lol.

hope u all enjoy and sorry I'm a professional yapper there's no shutting me up

“Going out again?” you ask your best friend and flatmate, San, as he walks past where you’re seated at the kitchen counter, suffering through your essays.

“Yep,” San answers easily, popping the ‘p’ and leaning over to take a peek at your laptop screen. “You misspelt ‘dextrorotatory’, you wrote it as ‘dexrotatory’.”

As your eyes find the typo, you groan and plant your head on the table. “I give up,” you declare dramatically, “I’ll drop out and become a taxi driver.”

San laughs. “First of all, you can’t drive that well. Second of all, you’d make more money as a stripper.” He dodges your smack with ease. “Third, you’re smart and you’ll ace these like always. You’re just a little mentally constipated. Why don’t you join me tonight?”

You think about it for a minute. While you probably do need a break from staring at your laptop, you know how wild the parties San goes to can get from personal experience. And you don’t think it’s a good idea when it's the end of your semester and the final year of your master's program. You just can’t afford to do that. “I’ll pass this time,” you sigh. “Maybe after exam season.”

San hums. “All right. Make sure to take a break, though,” he reminds you, dropping a quick kiss on the top of your head. “See you later.”

He soon disappears out of the door and you turn your focus away from your best friend to your homework. You feel bad for whoever his new conquest will be at the party.

In your opinion, it’s best to keep San at arm’s length when it comes to a romantic relationship. Not that you like him, but you also don’t want to be another notch on his bedpost, and you most certainly do not want to ruin your eight-year-long friendship. It’s not hard to see that San isn’t interested in a long relationship, not right now at least.

You honestly find it amusing that so many girls and guys still throw themselves at him and then get upset when he doesn’t give them a second glance after the initial night. His reputation precedes him, especially in your small town, and yet there will always be a line out the door for him. You don’t even know how he knows so many people.

With a sigh, you clear out your thoughts and refocus on your organic chemistry work. You’re lucky your job offered to pay for your master's classes, but the workload is killing you inside. You’re incredibly happy you’re almost done, and with newfound motivation, you hunker down and start writing out your notes again.

It’s almost two in the morning when you finally yawn and start putting your books away, and it’s almost three when you hear the front door open and the sound of San stumbling into the shoe rack as he always does. “You’re home already, Sanah?”

“YN!” San stumbles his way into the bathroom where you’re combing your hair, wrapping his arms around you and tucking his flushed face into your neck. “You’re still up?”

You laugh, tapping him on the head with your brush. “Yes, but I’m about to go to bed. And you should too, you know.”

San groans, his hold on your waist tightening and his words slurring together. “I don’t wanna,” he whines, “the bed's too cold.”

You sigh fondly. This happens almost every time he drinks, and usually, that’s why he doesn’t drink too much when he’s by himself. He gets too cuddly with people and you’re usually the one to keep him from bedding everyone he sees. You suppose he somehow didn’t end up with anyone in bed and he’s disappointed now. “Do you think you’ll ever ask to sleep with me nicely, or will you just settle for wrestle-cuddling me into my own bed?” you ask, rolling your eyes as San does not answer, just pulling you towards your room. “There’s my answer.”

You’re too used to his drunk antics and just let him move you around. It’s comforting in a way, that he’s comfortable enough around you to do this with you, and it makes your heart warm whenever he throws his arm around you and presses his face in your neck.

You’d never admit it, but it’s nights like this when you sleep the best. With his warm breath tickling your neck, you let your body relax and your eyes flutter shut.

“God, I’ve got a raging headache,” San groans when he sees you enter the kitchen with a mess of bed hair. “I went so crazy with the soju last night, I think I’m going to die.”

You laugh, reaching for the pot to make some oatmeal for him. “Don’t be so dramatic. Why did you even drink so much anyway? No bitches?”

San snorts but immediately whines from the sharp pain that probably shot through his skull. “You’re so mean to me! No, I got no bitches, but that was from my own choice anyway. I don’t want to fuck around anymore.”

Both your eyebrows raise into your hairline. “No? What changed things, hm? Finally decided your one true love is Byeol?” As if on cue, your shared cat meows and curls around your ankles, and you bend down to scratch behind her ears.

“Never had to decide that, we all know she’s the real number one in my life. No, I think I’m interested in someone.” You stop your petting of Byeol, who meows in protest and runs off to pout somewhere. “Come on, don’t act like you just saw a ghost.”

“Who?” is the only question that comes out of your mouth. Of course, San has had a crush before, but he’s never stopped screwing around unless he was actively dating that person. He’s a fuckboy, but he’s not a piece of shit at least. This is new.

“Lee Yeseul. I met her yesterday at the party, and she’s so sweet. She was so out of place at the party, and not in a mean way. She just…has such an aura around her.” San’s voice is soft even just talking about her and you get the feeling he’s being serious. “We’re meeting up for coffee today.”

“That’s…amazing, Sanah. I really hope it goes well for you,” you smile at him, pushing a bowl of oatmeal over to him. “Don’t forget to let me make a speech at your wedding.”

San chuckles, rolling his eyes at your jokes. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t you have study group today? Go there and stop bothering me.”

You ruffle his messy hair before planting a kiss on it and pinching his cheek. He blindly reaches around to smack at you but you dodge him easily, laughing as you head out to grab your keys. “See you later, Sanah. Have a good da-ate.”

San grumbles at you but ultimately returns to his food. You think you can hear him muttering about you being a pain in the ass and you smile to yourself. You don’t have the heart to tell him you know Lee Yeseul…and she’s a major bitch. You sincerely hope she’s sweet to San at least—he deserves the best. But you find her absolutely draining, especially with how often she talks about herself and doesn’t pay attention to anyone else ever. If she cries in your class one more time you think you might smack her yourself.

You still remember the time you had gotten a call that your grandfather had died, and after overhearing your conversation, instead of comforting you, she started talking about how “so many of my family members died in the past ten years.” Sure, maybe she was trying, but you’ve known about her antics enough that it was clear she just wanted to make it about her.

But if San likes her, who are you to interfere? He has a pretty good eye for who has a good personality so maybe Yeseul has changed. You’re not one to stop him. Not that you ever could. When he first started going out to party, you would tag along to make sure he wouldn’t make any bad decisions, but your efforts seldom paid off. You’re pretty sure he must be blessed since he somehow hadn’t pissed off anyone majorly enough to have them call a hit on him.

Shaking your head, you rid yourself of these thoughts and go to the library. There’s no use dwelling on it, the more you think about it, the worse your feeling about his crush on Yeseul gets. He’s a grown man, he doesn’t need you to parent him.

“Woah, who pissed in your cereal?” You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to hide your bad mood from your study buddy, Hongjoong. Although you only see him for studying, you’re confident enough to call him your closest friend other than San. “Are you okay?”

You sigh, dropping your books on the table. It earns you a harsh ‘shh’ from the librarian which you apologise half-heartedly for. “Do you remember Yeseul? Lee Yeseul?”

Hongjoong’s brows raise high into his hairline. “The professional bitcher? What did she do now?”

“San’s into her, and with her personality, she’s probably loving the attention from the professional heartbreaker.” You groan, glaring at the cover of your organic chemistry textbook. “It’s none of my business if he cares for her, but damn, I wish he could’ve picked anyone else.”

Hongjoong hums, leaning forward and poking at the top of your head. “Look, you’ve been his friend for years. I think you have a bit more of a reason to poke your nose into his business than most. Give it a few weeks, and if it truly bothers you, then you can bring it up to San.”

You sigh. “Maybe.” You say nothing else on the topic and Hongjoong knows not to broach it anymore. Sometimes you wish he wasn’t so smart.

“YN, I didn’t know you knew Yeseul!” is the first thing San says to you one week after he returns from one of his many dates with her. “When I mentioned you being my roommate she told me you were in the same class as her.”

You wince to yourself as you take a long swig of your coffee. “Mmh, I didn’t think it was that relevant,” you say. You can practically hear Hongjoong rolling his eyes at your excuse. You know you should tell him your qualms about Yeseul, especially since the gross feeling in your gut has only gotten stronger. But you’re not sure you want to tread those waters. San’s sweet, but he’s loyal to a fault and probably wouldn’t like you talking badly about Yeseul.

San narrows his eyes, clearly suspicious but not willing to pry. “Well, maybe if we ever find you a date, we can go on a double date.” He moves on pretty quickly, though, walking over to lean over your shoulder and look at your laptop. “Still going on that paper?”

You hum, cracking your knuckles. “Yeah, it’s due tomorrow so I need to pump it out today and then get Hongjoong to look it over.” You lean back, letting your head rest on San’s torso as you yawn. “I can’t wait for this to be over so that I can graduate already.”

San laughs, leaning down to rest his chin on your head. “You’re smart. You can do this. And when you’re done, I’ll take you to a party and we can celebrate.”

You groan, shifting forward and putting your hands back on the keyboard. “Well, in that case, I should get back to writing this.” As you start typing again, you hear the buzzer ring and the warmth of San’s body leaves you as he goes to check who it is.

“Oh, hey, Yeseul! Come on up!” Your eyebrows raise into your hairline and your head snaps up. Why would Yeseul go to all this trouble of coming here? Didn’t they just see each other?

You close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths before facing the dragon herself. You can hear the tell-tale sound of her voice pitched up to sound more sweet, although it’s grown to be grating on your ears. “Hi, Sannie,” she purrs and you have to refrain from retching. “I was on my way home but I realised it went right by your apartment so I figured I could come say hi. It doesn’t look like you’re too busy, right?”

“No, not at all,” San replies, and you hate how sweetly he talks to her. “YN is in too, she’s writing her final paper. Wanna say hi? She could probably use the distraction.”

No, I don’t need the distraction, is what you want to scream out, but your mother did not raise you like that although you wish she did. Instead, you just smile politely at the girl entering your kitchen. “Hello, Yeseul. Good to see you again.”

“Hey, YNie!” Her cheery nickname for you has your eye twitching. “How’s the paper going? I finished mine a few weeks ago so I’m home free. Just need to submit it.”

“That’s great, Yeseul,” you say, tone slightly more monotonous than you wanted it to be and San shoots you a look. “Hopefully you get a good grade on it.”

“Hey, would you want to join us for dinner?” San cuts in and you can already feel a headache starting to pulse behind your eyes. “I was going to order pizza since it’s my turn today and I’m not nearly as good of a cook as YN.”

“Oh, that would be lovely! I don’t mind whatever toppings,” Yeseul claps happily. The urge to punch her in the face increases bit by bit for you. San nods happily, stepping out into the living room to place the call. After a moment, Yeseul turns to you with puppy eyes and you brace yourself for whatever she has up her sleeve. “Could I trouble you for a glass of water, YNie?”

You try your best to keep your composure as you get up to fetch her a glass of water. She takes it without even a thank you and you decide you’d much rather die than deal with her any longer so you close your laptop with a sigh. “I’m actually meeting with a friend for dinner, but you definitely should stay and have fun,” you say, smiling as plausibly as you can. You do not have dinner plans but you’re sure you can figure it out.

When you go into your room, you’re drawing blanks. You’re still going out, but you’ll probably just end up calling a friend to complain. As you leave the room and grab your keys, San meets eyes with you and frowns. “Where are you going?”

“Ah, I promised to have dinner with a friend so I’m heading out. Enjoy your time with Yeseul, though.”

The furrow between San’s brows deepens. “But I already ordered the pizza.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I can bring the leftovers tomorrow for lunch. Sorry, I just forgot to tell you, but I really have to go now. Bye!” Before he can say goodbye as well, you slip out the door. The suffocating feeling that is encompassing you lifts and you sigh in relief, but then you somehow feel worse at the idea of San and Yeseul having fun and giggling and cuddling.

You shake your head again, trying to clear your muddled thoughts before setting down to go find your dinner. Fast food was the easiest option, and you figured you could at least sit in your car and wallow in self-pity.

After you receive your order you park and pull out your phone, scrolling through your contacts. You don’t want to call your family because as much as you love them, they can be a bit over-protective and probably will offer to help you find a different apartment and that would be a bit dramatic. In the end, Hongjoong is probably the next best option.

He doesn't pick up immediately, and you’re just about to hang up when the phone crackles and Hongjoong’s voice comes through. “Why are you calling me?”

You can’t help but bark out a laugh at his disgruntled tone. “Hongjoong, it’s a perfectly reasonable hour to call, don’t blame me for your shit sleeping schedule. Are you actually free though?”

Hongjoong sighs and if you focus you can hear the sound of him rolling over in bed. “What’s up?”

“It’s about Yeseul again. She came around today, and it was just…so suffocating. Like, why did San have to pick her? There’s so many girls, and out of them all he picks her? The most bitchy one I know?”

Hongjoong hums. “Why does it annoy you so much?”

You groan, leaning your head back and taking a long sip of your drink. “She’s self-centred, bitchy, and she’s just so fake. I don’t think this relationship will end well, Joong. Clearly he’s just blinded and she’s so manipulative.”

“But why are you so bothered by this specifically? I mean, sure we’ve had bad interactions with Yeseul, but you’re pretty nonchalant about the shit San gets up to and you like to let him deal with the consequences himself.”

You frown glaring at the phone although you know he can’t see it and you pop a fry into your mouth. “I don’t know. It just feels different. I feel like I should interfere this time. I mean, he’s a lot more serious this go around.”

Hongjoong hums, rolling once again as he yawns. “YN, be totally honest with me. This is a shot in the dark, but I think this is pretty important.” You hold your breath in anticipation. “Do you like San?”

“Oh sure, he’s a good friend–”

“You and I both know that’s not what I meant.” You bite your lip, stiffening in your chair. “YN, you need to be honest with yourself. The way you talk about San, you interact with him, it’s not how just roommates, just friends interact. You kiss each other's heads, YN. And it can be platonic, but I’ve rarely seen San do that to his female friends, and I’ve never seen you do that, period. You don’t even kiss me.” His voice turns teasing on the last bit but you’re too shocked to register.

Do you like San? You love him like a friend, of course. But when you think about him being with anyone else, even if it wasn’t Yeseul, something in you aches. When you think about San’s smile being directed to anyone else, you can feel a burning in your gut. The answer is clear, whether you like it or not.

“I…yes. I do.” The confession comes out quietly. “But I don’t want to do anything about it. Like you said, it’s up to San whether he likes Yeseul enough. I can’t interfere.”

You can practically hear the look Hongjoong would be levelling at you. “Why not?”

You shrug. “When San likes someone, nothing can stop him from liking someone unless he wants to. I’ll just let it run its course and hopefully my own feelings will vanish in the process.”

“That doesn’t sound very healthy, YN.”

You let out a despondent laugh. “Sure, probably not. But who knows? Maybe I can find someone else in the process.” You let out a sigh before glancing at your now-cold sandwich. “I gotta head out, but thanks for talking, Joong. I’ll see you in class.”

Hongjoong can barely say goodbye before you hang up the phone and lean back. This is going to be difficult. The more you see Yeseul, the more you know you’ll accidentally slip up and something will tip her and San off. Your headache is pulsing behind your eyes and you take a small bite of your sandwich, your appetite diminishing. You miss being a child and your biggest worry is that San sneezed on your lollipop.

With another groan, you wrap up the sandwich and just go for a late-night drive instead to clear your head. It’s something that has never failed to calm you down and keep your mind level. San always berates you for driving alone at night, but you’d like to say you’re pretty safe. Plus, even he has agreed that it’s pretty calming when—you frown, forcing thoughts of San to leave your brain.

You don’t really know how long you’ve been out, but it’s surely long enough that Yeseul has left. As you carefully open the door, there’s a long silence, and you sigh, happy you made it home free. But as you’re about to call out for San, you hear a high-pitched moan come from his bedroom. And it certainly is not San.

You almost turn tail and head right back out of the apartment when you hear San’s reverberating moans fill the house. Against your better judgment, you take off your shoes and step closer towards his bedroom. His bedroom door is cracked open and curse him for putting his mirror right in view where you can see him leaning back on his bed, his lower half hidden off the edge of it and you can only see Yeseul’s knees.

And in your head, you know it’s wrong. But your heart is beating out of your chest and you can feel heat building in your core. And, well, you’ve always worn your heart on your sleeve. You keep yourself pressed against the wall, staring at the way the muscles in San’s neck strain and the way he moans with every snap of his hips. You’re sure your panties are soaked through by now, and your teeth sink into your lower lip to keep yourself quiet. The taste of copper enters your mouth but you couldn’t care less.

It’s only when San sits up, probably to fuck into Yeseul better and he disappears from the mirror that you rip yourself away and escape into your own room. Not another thought enters your brain as you strip your leggings and underwear off, flopping on your bed and closing your eyes as you let your hand trail down to press against your slick pussy. It doesn’t take long for you to sink your fingers into your sopping cunt, turning your head to bury your face into your pillow.

The guilt in the back of your mind is quickly sent away as you imagine San’s hands fucking you instead. He’s always had well-worn hands, and your brain fogs up as you imagine him leaning forward to mouth at your neck as he fucks you.

Your brain flips back and forth between the idea of him eating you out so well and fucking so many loads into you with his thick cock that your stomach swells and you whimper into your pillow as your core tightens and you come onto your fingers. You feel tears prick your eyes as you get up to wipe your hands of the cream coating your fingers and toss the tissue in the trash. You’re not sure how you’ll be able to face San or Yeseul again after that.

You can feel the shame burning inside of you and you close your eyes and cry yourself to sleep silently.

Waking up is disorienting, your eyes red-rimmed and your bottom lip raw and blood dried on it. You feel like death and you’re pretty sure you can’t attend class like this. You lean over and grab your phone, yawning as you send your professor a text with a weak excuse. You don’t really care how plausible it is, Professor Jeong usually is quite understanding so you don’t worry about that for too long. San had texted you an hour ago, asking if you had come home, and you choose not to answer it.

You can hear mumbling in the other room, probably Yeseul and San sharing goodbyes, when you hear the door shut behind her. Unlike you, she’s probably happy to go to class and tell all her friends about her night with the campus fuckboy.

It takes another thirty minutes for you to finally roll out of bed and put some lotion on your face, hoping for the traces of the questionable night you had to erase from your face. Once you’re satisfied with your appearance, you venture out into your living room where San is standing by the door. “When did you get back?” he asks without even turning around. “I texted you like, an hour ago.”

You shrug, avoiding his eyes as you move into the kitchen to find breakfast. “I only just woke up, San.”

Your roommate gives a short huff, following close behind you. “Don’t you have class? Yeseul just left so you could walk with her.”

You try not to roll your eyes at the idea of that. “I’m not feeling well so I don’t think I’ll go.” “You’re not feeling well?” San’s voice deepens in concern and as you grab a yoghurt, he places his hand atop your forehead. “You are feeling pretty warm.”

At his touch, too many memories of last night flood through your brain and you shake away his hand. “Yeah. I’ll just go lie down for a little. Have a good day.”

Before he can say anything else, or realise your suspicious behaviour, you dodge past him and head off back into your room to hide. “I left your pizza in the fridge,” he calls after you and you just grunt in thanks before barricading yourself in your room.

You lean against the door for a minute before you realise you didn’t even grab a spoon. Unwilling to go back out there, you’ve resigned yourself to licking it out of the container like a cat when you hear a gentle knock at the door.

“I got you a spoon,” San’s unsure voice filters through the wooden door, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Thanks, San,” you murmur, turning to open the door a crack and take the proffered utensil. “Sorry for being short with you.”

His lips quirk into a half-smile, a silent acceptance of your apology. “I get it. Just get some rest, YN.”

You close the door again, this time a warm heart in your chest mixing with the guilt you still feel in your gut. You’re not sure how on earth you’re going to get over your feelings for San.

Avoiding San goes well for the most part. You are in your finals week anyway, and you’re spending most of your time at the library or in class. Your college’s library stays open for 24 hours during the last week of school anyways so some nights you’ve just been staying there until morning. Hongjoong disapproves heavily but doesn’t say much about it and you appreciate his support either way.

Avoiding Yeseul proves much harder. She seems to always find her way to wherever you happen to be, interrupting you and Hongjoong’s study sessions with a perfect smile and narrowed eyes. You don’t know what she wants from you, and you aren’t pleased with her presence.

But one evening, you’re about to leave the library to have some dinner when she corners you. “YN, let’s talk,” she says in that sickeningly saccharine voice of hers, looping her arm into yours and pulling you down the street. “I have some things to ask you.”

Unwilling, you try to tug your arm out of her grasp, but the girl is stronger than you expected. She pulls you all the way to her dorm on campus, sitting you down on her leather couch. “What is your relationship with Choi San?”

Her question comes so suddenly you need a minute to register. To her credit, Yeseul waits patiently for you to gather your thoughts. “He’s my friend and roommate?” you say as truthfully as you can muster, although you know it’s an absolute lie, and judging from her expression, Yeseul doesn’t believe you either.

“Don’t take me as a fool, YN. The way he talks about you is undeniable.”

“That seems like something you should be talking to him about,” you say, attempting to get up from the couch but Yeseul just pushes you back down.

“I’ve tried. He just tells me there’s nothing to worry about and I don’t believe that,” Yeseul grits through her teeth.

And you have to give it to her. She did try to come to San about her worries. But the way she refuses to trust him grates on your nerves. He stopped his fuckboy activities to be with her, and yet she’s worried about you, one of the few girls who isn’t all over him at any moment. You arch a brow. “Do you not trust him?”

Yseul scoffs. “Of course not. He’s a fuckboy. But I like the status I get with him. I just don’t want to end up embarrassed.”

Well, that will be inevitable, you can’t help but think to yourself. No matter how much your relationship with San is strained, you’re not about to let Yeseul talk shit about him like he isn’t genuinely trying for her.

“That’s where you come into play,” Yeseul’s smirk turns sharp. “I’m going to call San. Ask him to choose between us. If he chooses you, then I want you to stay far, far away from him.”

You shrug. No matter the outcome, it’s not like you’re not already keeping your distance from San. In the end, you’ll just tell him to break up with her and let him deal with the chaos himself. “Go ahead,” bitch.

San picks up on the first ring. “Yeseul?” He’s cheery and your heart aches at the thought of Yeseul breaking his so easily. “What’s the occasion?”

“Hey, babe, I just have a quick question, and I need you to answer truthfully for me, okay?” At his pause, she takes that as a go-ahead. “Who would you pick? Me or YN.”

There’s a long silence on the phone. “Yeseul, we need to break up.”

Only one thing unites you and Yeseul in this moment, and it’s your shared confusion for San’s reaction. “What do you mean?” her voice turns panicked. “Isn’t that a little far?”

“You’ve been stuck on this, and I don’t know how much I have to reassure you, Yeseul. I haven’t even seen YN for the past two weeks. And she’s my closest friend. I’m not dropping her for a two-week relationship. I hope you have a good time, Yeseul.”

Before you can react at all, Yeseul screeches and points an accusing finger at you. “This is all your fault, YN!”

Your jaw drops at her absolute audacity. “My fault? What are you on? I was just trying to live peacefully when you dragged me into this plot ignoring my advice. I told you to talk to him, to just fucking trust him. God, you’re an idiot. And I’m going home.”

Without another word, you leave, still fuming over that interaction. Couldn’t she just have made the call without you? You’re happy you don’t have to do all the convincing for San to leave her, but that just complicates things for you. Would he really so easily drop Yeseul just for you? From what you’ve heard, he was practically head over heels for her.

With another sigh, you head back to the library. You need to finish that exam.

“Pens down, and turn in your exams,” you hear the professor call, and you don’t think you’ve ever gotten up so fast. You’re so, so fucking happy that you’ve finished your last year and now you’re free.

As soon as your professor accepts your paper you race out of the lecture hall, only stopped by the cafeteria when you hear someone call your name. Lee Juyeon, someone you’ve started growing closer to, waves you down. “Hey, YN, congrats on finishing!” he smiles at you and you can’t help but smile back, the giddiness contagious.

“Thanks! You too,” you say, pulling him into a hug. “It’s so nice to be done.” Practically nothing could dampen your mood, especially seeing Juyeon. He’s sweet, and you have an inkling he likes you. And you’re not opposed to it.

“It really is,” Juyeon agreed cheerfully. “Look, I have to go celebrate with my family, I just wanted to say hi. But hey…there’s this end of the year party on Saturday, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

And your suspicions were right. You think about it for a moment. You’re not the biggest party person, anyone knows that, but Juyeon is sweet and just what you need, so you accept eagerly. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to exchange numbers and for him to promise to send you more details before he runs off. And through your excitement, you know you still have to go meet with San who’s probably waiting for you just outside. He wanted to see you as soon as you finish your exams, and you didn’t have the heart to decline.

“Congratulations on finishing your last exam, YN!” San cheers as soon as you exit the college building. “I’m so proud of you!”

You’re too tired to complain when San sweeps you up into a hug, just letting yourself relax in his firm arms. After all this work, you think you’ll let yourself indulge in his affection. “Thanks, Sanah. I appreciate it.” You let your chin rest on his broad shoulder, closing your eyes and letting the exhaustion take over you. “Can I go to bed now?”

You hear him chuckle, the vibrations from his chest comforting you. “Yeah, yeah. We can celebrate later. Come on.”

He tugs you all the way to your apartment, dropping you on the couch and quickly curling right up next to you. You can’t bring yourself to care. “I’m proud of you,” he repeats into your hair as he tucks your head into his neck. Your eyes flutter shut.

When you reopen them, it’s bordering on evening. San is no longer wrapped around you, and you can hear him moving about in the kitchen. “San,” you call out, voice raspy from having just woken up. “What are you doing?”

“Ah, I’m making dinner,” he responds, his voice too warm for your liking, your heart beating just a little faster. “Come and eat.”

With a bit of difficulty, you rise from the couch and move to the kitchen, taking a seat at the counter. “Japchae? When did you learn how to cook this?”

San chuckles. “Wooyoung taught me the other day because he was bored. I figured it’d be a nice surprise for you after all your hard work.”

Your lips twitch, unsure if you should smile or pout. “That’s sweet. Thank you again, San.”

As you start eating the noodles (there’s a little too much sesame but you don’t have the heart to tell San that), San clears his throat. “So…I promised to take you to a party.”

You vaguely remember this conversation. “Ah, yeah. What did you have in mind?”

“There’s this end of the year party, it’s supposed to be the biggest one, hosted by Jackson Wang.”

“Ah–” you shake your head, eyes apologetic. “I promised someone else I’d go with them. I didn’t know that was the party you wanted to take me to. Maybe we can do something else on a different day?”

San’s lips turn downward the slightest bit. “That’s okay. There are other parties. Who invited you, by the way?” His tone is casual, and yet you still feel like you’re walking into the lion’s den.

“Ah, Lee Juyeon from college. I think he’s in Hongjoong’s philosophy department, but he’s a year behind. He’s cute so I figured I’d give it a try.”

“It’s a date?” Your brows furrow at the heaviness in San’s voice but you pay it no mind and nod. “I see. Well, have fun.”

The rest of the dinner is filled with silence, San picking at his food and you in no mood to try and dissect his mood. He takes your empty bowl and starts doing the dishes, and you mumble out a thank you before running back to your room. He’s clearly not willing to talk more and it’s best to give him space.

As you lay in bed, you can’t help but worry about what is so grating on his mind after you mentioned your date. You can’t think of anything that would cause him to be angry—as far as you’re aware he has no grudges against Lee Juyeon, much less met him. Shaking your head, you try and fall asleep. It’s best not to dwell on it, you can just ask him tomorrow.

It’s Saturday, and you’re in a foul mood. San hasn’t spoken to you in the four days leading up to the party, avoiding you like there’s no tomorrow. The only saving grace comes in the form of Juyeon’s excited texts, telling you all about his outfit for the party, and you respond with matching enthusiasm. When you meet with Juyeon in front of the large house where the party is held, the thought of San isn’t even on your mind. Instead, you just take Juyeon’s offered hand and follow him into the party.

You weave through the bodies, reaching the counter where shots are being passed around. “Want vodka or tequila?” Juyeon asks, his voice pitching higher to be heard over the bass. Without answering him, you just reach for the bottle of tequila, pouring the two of you shots. “Good choice,” Juyeon laughs, throwing his head back as he downs the alcohol, you following suit shortly.

“You know, I never pegged you for a college party fan,” you lean in, laughing. “Maybe I should hang out with you more.”

Juyeon chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Maybe you should. I know great party-throwers. Although I’ve heard you’ve been to your fair share, what being San’s friend and all.”

You shake your head, a smile on your face. “Maybe at first, but you know, organic chemistry isn’t an easy major to balance with a party life.”

Juyeon laughs loudly, bumping you with his hip. “I understand the pain. Philosophy falls into that category of majors too. Another shot?”

You take the second shot happily, letting the alcohol burn through your veins as you stumble alongside Juyeon’s wandering through the crowd. Whatever you’re doing is a blur, all you can focus on is Juyeon’s smile and his warm hand holding yours.

It feels like barely a moment has passed when Juyeon pulls you into a nearly empty room of couches, only a few other couples lingering in the corners. “I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself,” Juyeon starts, his eyes sparkling as he takes in your appearance. “It’s been fun hanging out.”

“I did too,” you agree with a small smile, looking up at him through your lashes.

He leans in, and you lean in, and your lips brush. It’s a sweet kiss, one that you lean into as Juyeon wraps his arms around your waist. It’s warm and you smile into it. And then a familiar face pops into your head. You wonder to yourself how San would kiss you, if he would do it as sweetly as Juyeon or if he would devour your lips like it was his last meal.

When Juyeon pulls away for air, you feel guilt burning in your stomach again. Why would you think of other men when Juyeon’s right here in front of you? As Juyeon leans in to kiss you again, you almost move back before a hand grips your shoulder and pulls you into a broad chest.

“Hey, man, I’m going to have to talk to YN if you don’t mind.” You’d recognise your best friend’s voice anywhere, and it only serves to fill you with annoyance. Sure, you weren’t as into Juyeon’s kisses as you expected, but it doesn’t mean you’re thrilled to be interrupted by the man who’s been ignoring you.

Juyeon takes one look at San, and something changes in his eyes. A mix of reluctance and acceptance, and with a short nod and smile towards you, he slips away from you. You turn to San, frowning at the sharpness in his narrowed eyes, not one you’re used to seeing or enjoy seeing. “Why would you kiss him?” he spits, and your annoyance grows with confusion being added to the mix.

“What do you mean, ‘why kiss him’? I told you, San, I was on a date. Why the fuck did you interrupt us?”

“I like you.” Those three words would be a dream for you to hear from his mouth…if you weren’t so pissed.

“No, fuck that. I do not need to hear that from you right now. Not when I was enjoying my night with Juyeon. What was confessing supposed to do for you, San? It’s too late now. I wanted to enjoy this party, and now I have to go apologise to Juyeon for you.” San opens his mouth to speak, but you shake your head, pushing him away from you.

You leave San standing by himself as you search for Juyeon, your mood immediately souring. Why would he fucking do this to you? You can feel tears burning your eyelids and you abandon your search for Juyeon, searching instead for some liquor to take away your embarrassment.

As you pour yourself another shot of tequila, you notice a familiar face, Hongjoong talking to a girl you recognise as someone he hangs out with sometimes. They look like they’re getting it on and you feel a little bad, but you need his advice. “Hey, Kim Hongjoong!” you call out to him, waving him over. Hongjoong’s eyes brighten and he makes his way over, leaving the girl staring after him longingly, but her attention is soon taken away by two other guys. You recognise one of them from the cafeteria but you don’t remember his name.

“Hey, YN, what’s up? I didn’t expect to see you here, did San take you?” Your face falls and Hongjoong realises he stepped into dangerous territory. “Okay, what happened?”

“I can’t believe San is mad at me for kissing someone at the party,” you groan after explaining to Hongjoong the events leading up to now. “Sure, maybe it wasn’t the best move on my part but he’s had like, twenty million one-night stands, and yet I can’t kiss someone else? He hasn’t even talked to me after I mentioned going on a date. And yet he looked positively murderous after he saw me kissing that other guy.”

Hongjoong tilts his head, confused. “Isn’t that what you wanted, though? You like him.”

“I did! I do! But I’m so sick of waiting around for him, and I could’ve had a chance at liking someone else. He’s all over the place, and I don’t know if that’s what I want in a man.” You’re lying to both Hongjoong and yourself, and Hongjoong knows it, raising an eyebrow.

“Honestly, YN, it just sounds like you need to talk to him.” Hongjoong crosses his arms, tapping his foot and eager to back to the girl was with, but also not wanting to ditch you in your time of need. You feel a little bad for pulling him away, but your mind is swirling with so many thoughts, you don’t know if you can sort them out by yourself and drinking to erase those thoughts is not something you like to do. You’re not San.

And speak of the devil, you smell his familiar cologne before his hand lands on your shoulder and pulls you into his chest. You whirl around out of his grip and glare at him. “Get off me,” you snap. “I’m in the middle of a conversation right now, Choi San.”

With one glance at Hongjoong, he raises his hands and winks at you. “Have that talk, YN. It’ll do you more good than harm.”

Oh, you’re going to kill that traitor after the party. You turn your attention back to San, your mouth twisted into a frown. “You make this quick or else.”

San has the decency to look a little ashamed as his eyes shake. “Can we talk on the patio? It’s too loud in here.”

With a dramatic sigh, you grab his wrist and pull him through the crowd to the back door, practically slamming it behind you. You can see the eyes of people interested in the drama through the windows but you pay it no mind. “Speak. You get five minutes before I go back in and you don’t talk to me again for the rest of the night.”

San’s face falls and his lips pull into a pout. But no matter how subconsciously adorable he is, you refuse to fall for his charms this time. The heat of anger is still curling in your gut when you think about the argument from earlier. “YN, come on, I had a good reason.”

You shake your head, ignoring the strands of hair that fall into your eyes. “No, San. Confessing to me is not a good reason to fuck up my night. You didn’t even apologise. You’ve been ignoring me for days after I mentioned my date, and the moment I kiss Juyeon you get all angry and jealous? Be for real.” You pause for breath, glaring daggers into his eyes. “You are not owed my time, especially after that shit you pulled. Yeseul’s jealousy is why you broke up with her, so why are you like this to me?”

San’s gaze intensifies and you can see him actively trying to reign in his temper. Although he does his best to remain calm, if tempers are rising, he can be intense. “YN, what was I supposed to do? Watch you go out with him? Watch you slip from my fingers just like that?”

“Yes!” you all but scream at him. “If I could sit by and let Yeseul take each little bit of your heart, you could’ve done the same! I was going to be happy, San! I wouldn’t have to sit behind and watch you from the sidelines with my heart slowly cracking. But I don’t get that same courtesy.”

You step forward, poking his chest with a finger as you let loose your storm of thoughts. In your anger, you don’t even notice San’s arm moving until it wraps around your waist and pulls you into him. The action shocks you enough that you stop mid-sentence, your finger still pressing into San’s flesh. “You love me?” San leans in, his nose brushing against yours.

You can feel heat flare up in your face as you stare wide-eyed at him. It takes you a moment to register your compromising position and you stumble back, pushing at his chest. “Don’t do that,” you hiss, turning your eyes away. “I don’t like you, San. Not anymore.”

“You’re lying.” San’s voice is firm. “Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don’t like me anymore.”

You don’t know where you got it from. You’ve never been good at lying, not to San. Maybe it was the alcohol burning through your system, mixing with the shame and anger you feel. But this time, you stare him directly in the eye and say the four words that might’ve been the biggest lie in your life. “I don’t like you.” San’s brows furrow and he shakes his head.

“No–”

“Yes, San. You cannot just waltz around and expect me to keep the patience I had for you. I’m sick of being pulled around like a puppet. Maybe at first you didn’t know. But refusing to give me space when I asked for it?” You shake your head, glancing back at the party. “I’m going back in. We can talk about the apartment lease later.”

Without glancing back, you re-enter the house. And maybe it hurts a little that he doesn’t go after you, but at this point, you’re too numb and all you want to do is go home and cry. But home is not an option, not when it would probably be the first place he would look for you. Fighting back the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you slide into your car, staring blankly at the wheel for a long moment until you feel composed and sober enough to drive.

And drive you certainly do. You’re not quite sure where you’re going, and you’re plenty aware that this is a bad idea, but you just let yourself go around and calm yourself down first. The crisp breeze paired with the warm spring air does wonders to clear your head and paired with the late times, there are not too many cars out. It’s peaceful.

You’re not too sure how long you were out, but it’s long enough for the blurry memory of the argument to clear and you groan, pulling over to park by the side of the road and let your head hit the steering wheel. You went too far. San had always been the more emotional of you two, always wearing his heart on his sleeve. He must’ve had a hard time with Yeseul, and although it doesn’t excuse him, you never gave him a chance to properly apologise.

With a sigh, you check your phone to see five missed calls and twenty texts from San asking where you are. He somehow even got your neighbours (a sweet couple in their twenties who babysit Byeol sometimes) to ask you if you’re okay. As your finger hovers over the call button, debating whether to call him back, bright headlights shine behind your car and you stiffen. Your hand hovers over the pepper spray you keep in the dash as you press the call button in a panic. No matter what the disagreement was about, you know San would still come to your aid if you needed it.

“YN, open the door. I’ve been worried sick!” San’s voice crackles through the receiver and you spin around in your seat, squinting at the figure standing behind your car and your shoulders sag in relief.

“God, San, you scared the shit out of me!” you scold, leaning over to unlock the passenger seat and push the door open while hanging up the call. “Get in here.”

A haggard-looking San slides in, his eyes red-rimmed and mouth pressed into a thin line. The car that drove him turns and you look back in confusion before San starts explaining. “I wanted to give you space so I stayed at the party,” he starts explaining after a moment. “But I got worried and went to the apartment to find you. But you weren’t there, and I asked all your friends. I’m lucky you left your location on, and my friend gave me a ride.”

You wince. You forgot about turning off your location, although you’re glad you didn’t as it would’ve been more dangerous otherwise. “I’m sorry,” you mumble, turning your eyes to look out the windshield. “I just needed to clear my head so I went for a drive.”

There’s a long period of suffocating silence between the two of you when San finally speaks, his voice quiet. “I’m sorry,” he starts and your head snaps towards him, eyes wide. Of all the things you expected to fall from his lips, an apology is not one of those things. Not tonight, at least. “I was too pushy. I shouldn’t have ignored you, or interrupted your time with Juyeon. I should’ve talked to you like an adult.”

You laugh, resting your head on the steering wheel. “What an astute observation, San. However did you come to that conclusion?” Your exasperation is evident in your tone and San sucks in a breath at how done you seem. “Look, San. I’m sure you didn’t mean it to be that bad. But I’m just…tired. I’m tired of always wondering what is running through your mind, where I am in your list of importance. You date Yeseul, but break up with her over me. You give me the cold shoulder when I go on a date, but suddenly me being on a date is unacceptable. I just don’t know how to take anything.”

Against your will, tears start to drop onto your thighs, streaking down the skin and you sniff. “Shit,” San panics beside you. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He hands you a tissue and you take it with shaking hands, pressing your face into it as San tugs you closer, guiding you to lean against him.

He repeats soft little ‘sorry’s and leans his head atop yours, his tears falling onto your hair. The two of you stay in this position for a long while, no words are needed to understand the emotional moment.

“Let’s go home, YN,” San mumbles, his voice vibrating deep in your heart. “Let’s go home and we can talk tomorrow.”

You sniff again, tears run dry as you sit up and wipe your eyes. “Okay,” you whisper out. “Let’s go home.”

San stays attached to you throughout the drive home, his hand gripping onto your own hand whenever he can, and quickly wrapping you into a back hug as you walk up to the apartment. “I…cuddle with me tonight?” you ask, eyes flitting away from his face, missing the brilliant smile that spreads across it.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he hums, walking with you to his room, and he lets you slide in first, the smell of his detergent filling your mind and your eyelids flutter shut already. San crawls in next to you, pulling you close.

“Good night, YN,” San mumbles as your breathing evens out. As you drift off into sleep, you swear you feel his soft lips on your forehead but you dismiss it as wishful thinking.

When you reawaken, San’s still curled up, your body covered by his, his breathing slow and gentle. You can’t help but blink a couple of times to make sure it isn’t a dream when his arms tighten around your waist and he shifts. “YN?” His morning voice is as rough as always, rumbling low in his chest.

“Hey, Sanah,” you greet him quietly, leaning up to meet his eyes blinking slowly at you like a cat’s. “Good morning.”

“Hi.” He dips his head to nuzzle into your neck, breathing in your scent. “I should probably explain myself.” His voice vibrates against your neck and you giggle softly at the ticklish feeling.

“That would be nice.”

San huffs, but he can’t complain about your snark. “I like you, YN. I don’t know when I started to, and I definitely didn’t realise I did until I started dating Yeseul. I did like her, but not as deeply as I thought I did. It was so easy to break up with her as soon as she made me pick between you and her. The answer came to me without a doubt in my mind as soon as the question left her lips, and yet I still didn’t realise my true feelings.” He laughs self-deprecatingly, and you stroke his hair comfortingly. “I didn’t realise why I was so pissed about you going out with Juyeon, and that’s why I was avoiding you. It’s a stupid reason, I know. But I just didn’t know why, not until I saw you at the party kissing him. I just wanted to be there instead of you. And I’m sorry, and I understand if you don’t like me anymore, but–”

“I love you.”

His head snaps up to stare at you after your sudden declaration, and after he registers your words a smile spreads across his face. He puffs out a breathy chuckle and you know his answer before he even says it. “I love you too.”

His eyes shine like you’ve hung the stars in the skies, and when they flit down to your lips, you know an unspoken question when you see it. You lean forward slowly, letting your eyes close once more when your lips meet his.

And damn, you were right about how San kisses. In a second, he deepens the kiss, bringing his hands up to cup your face while his tongue swipes at your lips. Shyly, you part your lips and he dives right in, licking into your mouth and biting at your lips.

“Sanah,” you gasp into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his plush lips. “Sanah–”

You repeat his name like a prayer as his lips travel down to your neck, littering wet kisses and bite marks all over your sensitive skin. “Fuck, baby, you’re so sweet to me,” San moans against your body. “Please, please, let me treat you right, make it up to you. Let me worship you.”

You whine as he laves his tongue over your breasts spilling out of the crop top you had worn last night. Any other time you would’ve stressed at how gross the clothes were but right now you could hardly even think about it. “Fuck, yes, please,” you beg when San nips at your cleavage, leaving a mark.

“Ah, already begging for me,” San groans, his hips pressing into your legs. “You’re so perfect.” His voice grows whiney as his sucks on your nipples, making your back arch.

His kisses move down your body until his breath is ghosting over your stomach and his hands are pawing at your pants, shoving them down as quickly as he can. He doesn’t have the same amount of minimal patience for your panties, and before you can react, he’s ripped them off your legs. “Choi San!” you scold, shifting to try and sit up but his grip on your hips stops you from moving too far.

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” San promises before diving right in and sucking at your clit without another moment’s hesitation. Your hips jerk and your core tightens at the sudden feeling as you throw your head back and moan so loudly it’s bordering on a scream

His ministrations on your dripping cunt have you wordless. His fingers are pressing into your hip bones, the sensation making you squirm. As soon as his tongue breaches your clenching hole your hands fly down to grasp at his hair. “Fuck–” you squeal, your legs attempting to close but San just pushes them apart again, busying himself in your folds.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” San groans, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine as he lets his teeth scrape against your clit. You can hardly focus on anything at the barrage of sensations filling you up, San fucking his tongue into you so well. Your thighs are shaking as you can feel yourself grow wetter and wetter against his face.

When you tilt your head down, he meets your eyes as he moves one of his hands to push a finger into your hole. “Shit–” your grip on his hair tightens impossibly. “Sanah–”

“Come for me, love,” San groans, and you let the dam break, screaming out his name until your voice is hoarse, and San licks up your release through it all.

When he finally pulls away from your twitching and sensitive core, his lips are covered in your glistening slick, thick globs of it sitting pretty on his chin. Without thinking, you pull him down and crash your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue. San groans as you lick his face clean, shoving your tongue deep into his mouth.

“Fuck, I need to fuck you right now or else I think I might go insane,” San growls, blindly fumbling in his nightstand to pull out a condom as he shoves down his sweats to reveal his hard, red cock. Without another thought, he opens the pack with his teeth, rolling the latex down his length with ease thanks to the precum dribbling down it.

He lines up, the tip of it kissing your hole, when you groan. You’re much too impatient for this, reaching down and holding him steady as you shift your body to sink onto his thick cock. “Shit, YN,” San grits out as you take him deeper and deeper until your cunt kisses his crotch. “You’re too much.”

You pant, shifting on his cock as you try to get used to the stretch. He’s not the longest you’ve had, but he’s thick and the stretch is almost too much. “You’re fucking talking, you fill me up so fucking well, Sanah.” You hiss as you throw your head back, the stinging melting into pleasure. “Fuck me already, San. Or should I go and find Juyeon to–”

You’re cut off by San thrusting into you so violently that you swear the bed shakes. “I don’t want to hear that fucking name out of your mouth anymore,” San commands, leaning forward until his body weight pins you down and your eyes roll back as he starts fucking into you with short, quick thrusts.

With every movement, you feel like you may break apart. You can hear every slick sound, the sound of it obscene, and yet all you want is more. Your previous release coats his cock so well, thick strings of it attaching to his hips.

His arms wrap around your waist, and before you can protest or do anything, he hoists you up until you’re sitting in his lap. You swear this angle makes him impale you even deeper, his cockhead kissing the perfect spot deep inside you. Your head drops to San’s shoulder, moaning against the fabric of his shirt. “Fuck, San, you’re so deep,” you moan high-pitched. “You’re so fucking good for me.”

San growls, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “You’re so tight for me, so much better than Yeseul. I saw you in the mirror, you know,” he whispers conspiratorially and you gasp and clench, snapping your head to look at him. “You’re not as sneaky as you thought, love. Did you touch yourself to the thought of me fucking you so well?”

You whine, words failing you, and San’s hips slow to a stop. You try your best to grind against him but his hands grip your waist, keeping you still. “Please–” you try to beg but San chuckles and nips at your earlobe.

“Answer me, YN.”

“Fuck– Yes!” you cry out, so eager for him to start moving again. “Wanted you to fill me with your cum so well until it was spilling out of me. Please, please, please, fuck me.”

“Hm.” And without any warning, San jerks his hips up into you, biting into your neck like a fucking vampire and you scream, hips stuttering as you come on his cock. You don’t think you’re making any coherent noises, just babbling into his neck as your bones become jelly from the overstimulation.

If you thought the sounds were obscene before, you swear they’ve become ten times worse as you lay limp against San’s body. He’s moving you up and down his cock like a doll and you pant, squeezing your eyes shut as you still feel aftershocks from your orgasm.

“Shit, you’re so warm around me, I’m gonna come,” San moans in your ear, his rhythm breaking as he drops your weight on his cock. You can feel him twitching inside you as his teeth sink into your neck once more. “God, I want to fill you up so badly, but that’s just going to have to wait, my love.”

After a long moment, he pulls out, groaning at your come coating the condom and his thighs. Without thinking, he dips his fingers in the mess and brings it to his mouth, licking it off like it’s the most delicious thing in the world to him. “Come here, baby,” he says in that beautifully raspy voice, and you lean forward, meeting his lips in another kiss.

This kiss is sweet and soft, but the lingering taste of your shared releases still permeates your taste buds. You sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder as he lays against the wall with you in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he apologises again, pressing another kiss to the top of your head and it’s almost like he hadn’t fucked you like it was your last day on earth. “I won’t ever leave you again.”

You hum, turning your head to pepper kisses over his neck freckles. “I should be the one saying that. I love you, San. And I’ll always run to you with no hesitation.”

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save a horse, ride your best friend — song mingi

in which your best friend can’t believe you’ve never ridden a dick before, so he takes it upon himself to teach you.

best friend!song mingi x fem!reader. requested by anon. genre. slight fluff. smut. best friends to friends with benefits. warnings. explicit sexual content mdni, inexperienced!reader, thigh riding, fingering, use of a dildo, big dick!mingi, multiple orgasms, unprotected, creampie, swearing, nicknames (baby, angel, pretty). wc. 4k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. this was requested a while ago but i’ve been putting it off because… i’ve never written anything about toys being used so uh, i was worried about the pacing and stuff. i wasn’t sure if you meant for them to be in an established relationship, so i went for the fwb route. IMPORTANT!!!! i lost access to my google account bc of a stupid mistake, if you sent in a request through my google form and would still like me to see it, please send it as an ask <33 i remember a few of them, but do send yours in just in case!!

listening to. need to know, doja cat // if u think i’m pretty, artemas // moonlight, kali uchis

masterlist.

it was a regular saturday evening. you were on a video call with your best friend, mingi, talking about anything that came to mind as you each ate a bowl of ramen as if you were really in the same room. he really only lived a couple buildings away, a two minute walk at most, but actually joining you in your apartment didn’t cross his mind until something interesting was brought up.

you weren’t sure what led to the conversation, but somehow it steered into the direction of something less innocent as you found yourself talking about an embarrassing date you’d gone on a while ago. recounting the story, laughing together, soon turned into a conversation about what each of you like in bed.

“oh, it’s just amazing,” mingi laughed as he gulped down a mouthful of water, momentarily pausing his rambling about how much he loves it when someone rides his dick. he ran a his hand through his short, washed-out pink hair, “honestly, my favourite thing ever since it probably feels just as good for whoever is, y’know, riding.”

based on everything he’s said so far, you came to the conclusion that he was more into giving than receiving, that he got off on seeing all the pleasure he can give his partner. so, it made sense he’d choose to mention the fact that riding him would feel good. not that you would know.

“can i admit something?”

he looked up from his bowl, sharp eyes looking almost hopeful as he nodded.

you looked around your kitchen jokingly, pretending to make sure no one sense was listened as you leaned closer a whispered, your hand cupping the side of your mouth.

“i’ve never done that before.”

his jaw dropped at that, letting out a small laugh. “you’re kidding.”

“no, really,” you insisted, going back to eating casually as if you were having the most normal conversation in the world with your best friend, “i really haven’t done… much, so i can’t confirm or deny your theory.”

“huh.” he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he thought for a moment. his head tilted and it was then that you felt how warm your cheeks felt, how your thighs were pressed together under the counter. of course, he was well aware of the fact that you had much less experience than him, only knowing about two people you had slept with. but damn. he clicked his tongue and shook his head ever so slightly. “that won’t do.”

furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your mouth to ask him what he had meant by that. he beat you to it before you could get a word out.

“i can… teach you, if you want?”

you blinked at your screen, resting your wrist on your countertop and gripping your chopsticks a little too hard. a silence followed his offer, though it wasn’t awkward. in fact, he could see you genuinely considering it as you thought it over. eventually, you gave him a tiny nod.

“i mean,” you shrugged, shifting your eyes away shyly, “sure, i guess. why not?”

he grinned, trying to hide it as he shoved a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and shoved his bowl aside. he chewed, swallowed then got up and made sure to bring his phone with him. you recognised his hallways then bedroom as he walked through his apartment. “i’ll be there in like 15, i need to buy something on the way. just wait there, and where something comfortable and… um, accessible.”

you nodded, despite your confusion, and he hung up. accessible? you looked down at your clothing—or rather, lack thereof. since you were home and not expecting anyone, you’d settled on wearing just a shirt you stole from mingi that was too large for him and much larger for you, and panties. you lifted the hem of the worn shirt, assessing how much of your dignity you’d lose if he saw your pink hello kitty undergarments that you only wore if you were doing laundry.

you could already hear him giggling at the sight.

groaning and cursing under your breath, you dropped the shirt and sped to your bedroom to dig through your closet in hopes of finding something a little more appealing. after making a mess of one of your closet’s drawers, you finally pulled out a pair of less offensive panties. they were made of soft cotton; a muted light blue with thin white lace trim, the cut shaped more like a bikini than what you call your grandma underwear.

deciding they were flattering enough, you slipped off your hello kitty pair—ignoring the embarrassing amount of wetness creating a wet patch right where it was pressed against your core—and replaced it with the new pair. as you untwisted the waistband and adjusted it to fit properly, your doorbell rang and you froze on the spot before pulling yourself together and heading to open the door.

the walk to the door felt abnormally long as you stumbled over on wobbly knees. admittedly, you were a little nervous. sure, there have been times where you wanted to do some more than friendly activities with mingi, but you never actually thought it was happen. yet here you were, opening the door for him so he could come in and show you what being a cowgirl feels like.

“hey,” he greeted you softly, stepping into your home and closing the door behind him. you noticed a small plastic bag in his hand, eying it curiously as you watched him kick off his shoes and hang up his coat. once that was of the way, he took one of your hands in your free one and pulled you to where he knew your bedroom was.

once there, he set the bag down on your bedside table and dragged you to stand between his knees as he took a seat on the edge of your bed. he looked you over, lingering on the familiar t-shirt.

“so you’re the one that took this shirt, huh?” he quirked an eyebrow, glancing up at you as he released your hand and brought both of his to your hips. his thumbs caressed the curve of your waist over the shirt. “it was my favourite.”

you laughed softly, “clearly you didn’t care enough if i was able to keep it for three years without you noticing.”

“you little thief.” his nose scrunched as he glared at you jokingly, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“if you really want it back, you can always take it.”

“nah, it’s fine, keep it. it looks cuter on you anyway.” he took a breath and gave you another once over, humming appreciatively when he moved his hands up higher, dragging the shirt with it until he caught a glimpse of your panties. you tensed, caught off guard by how close he felt. “i need you to relax a little, how about i help you loosen up, yeah?”

you nodded, averting your gaze but returning it to him when you felt him pull you onto his lap. he slotted one of his legs between yours, easing you down to straddle his thigh. his hands ran up and down your sides and few times before resting on your bare thighs, your breath stuttered and he held back a smile.

“are you still okay with this?” he asked quietly, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his your shirt. “if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me and i’ll stop immediately and we can just watch a movie or something, okay?” when you only nodded, he continued, “i need you to say it, please.”

“i’m okay with this,” you muttered in return, resting you hands on his biceps, “and i’ll let you know if i need you to stop.”

“good, now…” without waiting any longer, he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck, his hands slowly beginning to rock you back and forth on his lap.

you sucked in a sharp breath and clung into his arms a little tighter, your stomach fluttering at the feeling of your clothed cunt on his firm thigh, your panties dragging against your clit with ease thanks to how wet you already were. he lifted you slightly as he pulled you towards him, pushing you down as he pushed, the varying pressure making your lips part in a soft whimper. he nearly groaned at the sound, moving his lips right below your ear.

“you know,” he rasped between the licks and kisses, “i can’t deny that i’ve wanted to fuck you for a long, long time now.”

“r-really?”

mingi chuckled as he pulled back to look at your face, half surprised and half needy. he noticed that if he relaxed his hands, you’d continue grinding against his thigh.

“yeah, really. i mean, look at you,” he glanced down, one of his hands lifting the hem of your shirt to watch you ride his thigh slowly, a dark wet patch forming right where your leaking pussy sat. he bit his lip, “you look so perfect… and i bet you’d feel perfect, too.”

you nearly whined at that, fucking yourself on his thigh just a little faster as he sucked a dark mark right above your collarbone before returning to mutter dirty words into your ear.

“i know practically everything about you and your cute little body, you know. better than anyone else,” one of his hands inched it’s way up your thighs, brushing against the edge of your panties, “i’ll make you feel so good, angel, i promise.”

“mingi?” you whimpered, prompting him to lean back a little to look at you with a curious tilt of his head and a raised brow. “if you don’t shut up and kiss me right now, i might lose my mind so… please.”

his beautifully plump lips stretched into a smile as he wasted no time in practically pouncing forward and smashing his lips against yours. it started a little slow as you got acquainted with each other, despite the fact you could feel a nearing orgasm as a knot in your stomach drew tighter with each roll of your hips, but soon the kiss turned hungry.

he groaned into your mouth as you let his tongue explore, making you let out a quiet moan. mingi knew he wouldn’t be able to kiss anyone ever again. you, his best friend of all people, had the most inviting lips he’s ever felt. so inviting, so perfect and so soft. he thought everything about was soft. his hand slipped just under the edge of your panties as his other one made your grinds slow down.

you didn’t mind the slow pace, knowing just a few more rocks of your hips would have you tipping over the edge. but he evidently had other plans as he finally made your hips still completely. you pulled away from his lips with a pout. if you were trying to make him feel bad, it backfired terribly.

all he could think of as he looks at your swollen, red, wet, pouty lips is how much prettier they’d look wrapped around his cock. but he could save that for another time.

“there’s no need to rush, baby,” he chuckled, wiping some saliva away from your bottom lip.

eventually, when he was sure you had calmed down enough, he lifted you off his lap a little and turned to lay you down on your back, pressed against the comfortable mattress as he kneeled on the edge. he gripped your knees and bent them, pushing them closer to your chest with his eyes zeroed in on where your slick was leaking through your panties.

with one hand keeping your knees together and elevated, he ran his other over the fabric, pressing down on where he knew your clot would be and elicit a sweet little moan as you squirmed beneath him. he thought you were so cute like this, you looked so flustered as he gave you nothing but featherlight touches where you needed him most. for now.

“don’t get all shy on me now,” he cooed as he glanced up and noticed you covering your face with your hands, “let me see you, pretty.”

he didn’t continue his touches until you finally removed your hands, giving him a nice view of your abused lips and round eyes, pupils blown wide with lust in a way that had something stirring in his abdomen. and his pants.

he let down your knees for a moment so both of his hands could slip under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. he actually moaned when he saw the strings of arousal clutching onto the fabric as he dragged it away, snapping when he got too far.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he murmured, watching your entrance squeeze around nothing, making more slick drip out.

after tossing it aside, he wasted no time in getting your knees back to the previous position and running his fingers through your folds.

“oh, fuck,” he groaned, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as you let out a moan when he tapped against your clit, “you’re soaked.”

he glanced up at you, wanting to see your face as he slowly pushed in too fingers and catching a glimpse of your hard nipples poking through your shirt. your face contorted for s fraction of s second before relaxing, your head tipping back against the mattress as you let out a whine.

he choked back a moan at the tight walls around his middle and ring fingers, the fingers of his other hand digging into your thighs. “sh-shit… you’re so tight. i’m gonna have to stretch you out first, okay?”

you nodded mindlessly, too distracted by his fingers prodding at your sweet spot to care about any words he may have said. but you furrowed your eyebrows and lifted your head when you felt both his hands leave you, finding him reaching for the bag. your curiosity outweighed your disappointment as he pulled something out.

it was a dildo. about as thick and long as the biggest person you had before, and made of what looked to be transparent silicon. your insides tightened at the sight, somehow the thought of him seemingly buying this just for you turning you on even more.

he returned to kneeling at the edge of your bed, leaning down to loop his arm around your waist and lift you up to place a pillow under your hips before letting lay back down.

“couldn’t find one my size, but this should be fine,” he held the dildo and ran the tip through your pussy, collecting wetness as you shuddered, “my cock will just have to stretch you the rest of the way.”

you breath hitched at the implication of his words. so he was bigger than that? your thighs pressed together at the thought of being completely stuffed by him. he chuckled, separating your knees enough for him to have a clear view of your pussy, pulsing and dripping and begging for his attention.

he began slipping the toy into you, filling you up inch by inch and watching your needy hole stretch around it and swallow it up. the sight had him choking back a moan, biting down on his bottom lip.

the stretch had your back arching and pushing yourself against it desperately, feeling like that alone could get you to finish. it only took a few deep strokes for your pussy to get used to the size, squeezing and writhing around it until you couldn’t handle it anymore. your arousal coated it quickly and seeped out with each stroke, squelching sounds filling the room that shot straight to his dick.

when you finally came, your toes curled and your body twitched as you let out a string of and whines and moans, little curses slipping between. he watched with fascination as you came undone right beneath him, not wanting to wait any longer to be inside you. he shoved the toy deep inside you, leaving it there as he leaned back for a moment to discard his clothes, slipping his hoodie and sweatpants off.

when you were brought back to your senses, you found yourself on his lap again, straddling his hips this time as he sat with his back against your headboard. you felt his erectile straining against his boxers and pressing against your core. you couldn’t help but rock your hips against his slowly.

“do you ever ride your pillow?” he asked suddenly, voice dropped what felt like two octaves lower than his regular tone. your eyes widened at the question but you nodded. he nodded too, his hands finding your ass and helping you grind against his clothes length. “this is a lot like that, except you have something in you… and it’s more of an up and down movement… and i’m obviously not a pillow… still, there’s really no right way to do it, just go slow and you’ll figure out what works and what doesn’t. plus, i’m here to guide you.”

he gave your ass a squeeze as if to punctuate his sentence, massaging the soft flesh in his palms. when you felt ready, you dropped your hands from his shoulders to his boxers, palming his length a few times before hooking your fingers into the fabric and dragging it down until his cock sprung out.

he definitely wasn’t lying when he said it would stretch you more than the already-big dildo. he was definitely a lot bigger than anyone else you’ve been with, well over average. you nearly dropped at the sight, wrapping your hand around him and jerking him off, eyes fixated on the angry red tip leaking precum as you passed your thumb over it.

the muscles of his abs rippled and squeezed as your worked your hands on his cock, his head thrown back against the headboard and letting out stuttering moans. all the sounds he made encourage you to sit up on your knees, guiding him through your folds and whimpering as you finally sank down on him carefully.

the two of you moaned at the same time, him at how well you squeezed around him and you at how well he stretched you. you stopped when you reached just halfway, unsure whether or not you’d be able to fit more. his hips jerked slightly as his hands squeezed your hips.

“come on, baby,” he moaned softly, looking up at you with encouraging eyes, “just a little more… we can make it fit, right? just breathe.”

you nodded and as you took a deep breath, he used his hold on your to sink you further down until he finally bottomed out. he cursed silently, the back of his head finding the headboard again as you whined and dropped yours onto his shoulder.

you felt his tip pushing against your cervix, the new feeling making a lump form in your throat as you blinked back tears. this time it took a while to get used to the stretch before you tried grinding back and forth. it was slow, almost painfully so. he was amazed that despite stretching you with two different things, you were still so unbelievably tight, hugging him in a death grip as your raised your hips an inch before dropping down again.

your soft noises were muffled by his shoulder as your hands rested on his biceps, panting and squeezing gently as every inch of him dragged against the sensitive spongy patch in your walls every time you grinded on him. soon enough you were able to lift yourself to his tip and drop all the way down, your wetness letting him slip in and out with ease.

still, you kept the pace torturously slow, savouring each bounce and grind. his hands had left your hips at some point, exploring your body under your shirt, massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples. he lifted the fabric but kept it on your as he watched your tits bounce temptingly, your puffy pink nipples making his mouth water as he pushed himself forward to take one into his mouth.

your hips stuttered as he sucked and nibbled at your nipples, throwing your head back and arching into his touch as your grinds grew sloppy. he felt your decreasing pace, using the hand that wasn’t teasing your other breast to guide your hips once more. he angled you slightly differently in a way that made your clit press against his pelvis each time he bottomed out, the speed of your grinds picking up quickly as his hips bucked up to meet yours.

his lips detached from your bruised breasts with a popping sound as he leaned up to capture your lips in his once again. it wasn’t much of a kiss, more teeth and tongue and moans and groans than anything else as you swallowed each other’s sounds.

you finished first, pushing yourself down hard and stilling, filling yourself with his throbbing cock and pressing your clit against him. he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck to suck at all the spot he knew would get your to writhe. many tickling fights contributed to his knowledge on all your sensitive spots.

your body twitched as you returned to bouncing on his length, your juices looking at his base. the overstimulation burned a little, making your thighs and knees quiver, but you were determined to get him to finish too. and by the looks of it, it shouldn’t take much longer.

“shit, baby,” he said, halfway between a whimper and a moan, fingertips digging into your hips as he threw his head back in bliss, “‘m so close— fuck, you feel s-so good.”

his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, bottom lip caught between his teeth. his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushed a deep red, his plush lips a few shades darker and coated in your mixed saliva from your kisses. as you adjusted the angle of your hips, something in him snapped, grabbing your hips tighter and taking over. he took over your movements, thrusting his hips up desperately as you fell forward onto his chest with the sudden change in intensity. his tip pushed itself against your g-spot continually, another knot tightening in your stomach.

the wet sounds of your cunt and your skin slapping against his egged him on until finally he felt like he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“baby, p-please— fuck— please, can i cum i-inside you?” he begged through a groan, “i— please, angel, i-i can’t wait any longer.”

you nodded against his chest with a whine, you were on the pill anyway. not a second later, he released into you, filling you up with stuttering hips. he pulled you down, flush against him and keeping you there as he emptied himself with softly muttered curses, his head dropping to press open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder.

it felt new to you, the warmth making you squirm until you came again without warning. it was much weaker this time but still enough to make you shake in his arms, panting softly after letting out a strangled moan against his skin.

after a few long moments of trying to recover from the shared orgasm, he lifted his head, one of his hands cupping your chin to tilt your head to look at him.

“so,” he started, lips stretched into a smile, “how’d that feel?”

“fucking amazing.” you rolled your eyes at how smug he looked after your confession, not protesting as he leaned forward to kiss you.

this one was much softer than the previous kisses you shared, much more tender. it was a lot shorter too, he pulled away first to rest his forehead against yours.

“yeah?” he whispered, kissing the corner of your lips, “just wait until i hit it from the back.”

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#a: seonghwaddict #m: mingi #x reader #g: best friends to friends with benefits #fluff #smut #wc: 1-5k #k: inexperienced reader #k: thigh riding #k: fingering #k: use of a dildo #k: big dick #k: multiple orgasms #k: unprotected sex #k: creampie #k: swearing #k: nicknames

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Suckday

Pairing: Jung Yunho (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: established relationship, smut; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: oral (m receiving), petnames; Wordcount: 398

Summary: Yunho rarely let you give him head due to your size differences but when you’re able to convince him, it’s the best time of the day.

A/N: Last but absolutely NOT least for Lemon Week Day Versions!

Yunho smiled gently, looking at your big innocent eyes. Even though you stood before him, you were still so tiny. He placed his large hand on top of your head, stroking your hair and tangling his fingers with your strands.

“Please?”

His breath hitched at your soft voice. “Are you sure, cupcake?” Yunho had to swallow down his excitement when you nodded, needing to stay level headed so he wouldn’t hurt you. “If you’re absolutely sure.”

You nodded again and slowly got down on your knees, letting your hands glide over his front. You licked over your lips and opened Yunho’s pants, already salivating upon the sight of his enormous cock. With trembling hands you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, the girth driving you crazy.

Yunho’s dick twitched when you looked back up at him, silently asking for permission to go down on him. He nodded shortly, guiding your face closer to his cock with his hand on the back of your head. His head rolled back as you licked over the tip of his dick, suckling on it ever so gently.

Once he looked back down and noticed how you kept watching him with your wide eyes, Yunho lost every resolve of staying collected. “Cupcake?” He rasped out, trying desperately to restrain himself. “Punch me when I’m too rough!”

You slackened your jaw, letting Yunho push his shaft further into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You gagged around him, tears springing to your eyes. With great effort you continued to breathe through your nose, hollowing your cheeks to add on the pleasure for him.

You knew, Yunho rarely let you suck him off in fear of hurting you, but every time he did, you got just as much out of this as him. Your walls tightened around nothing, the bundle of pleasure forming inside your lower body already.

Just seeing how much pleasure you brought to your boyfriend was enough for you. And if he told you to, you’d cum in an instant.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good, cupcake! You’re taking me so well! I’m gonna cum down your throat.” Yunho groaned and pushed your head down on his cock again until your nose hit his pelvis. His dick twitched inside your mouth and shot ropes of cum down your throat, filling your stomach. “That’s it, cupcake! Swallow it all!”

Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland @songsoomin @aaa-sia

#a: flurrys-creativity #m: yunho #x reader #g: established relationship #smut #wc: <1k #k: oral #k: petnames

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𝕊𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕕𝕒𝕪

🌇Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f)

🌇Genre: smut, pwp

🌇Au: Non-idol au

🌇Trope: established relationship

🌇Warnings: oral (m), premature ejaculation, switch! woo, switch! reader

🌇Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

🌇Word Count: 199

🌇Summary: your oral fixation really gets the better of you and wooyoung isn't complaining

🌇divider by @cafekitsune

🌇 Sexday | Masterlist

This was one of those days where you didn’t mind Wooyoung manspreading. His legs were making plenty of room for you while you bobbed up and down on his length. His hand was on top of your head, always subtly guiding you back.

“Fuck, you suck dick like your life depends on it,” slips from Wooyoung’s mouth, mind deep in the feeling of your tongue gliding up his length.

You hum in acknowledgement, the vibrations hitting the head of his cock, deep in your throat and Wooyoung arches his back.

“I--” His nose scrunches up as he fights the throbbing in his dick “I might actually--”

You make a loud noise of protest, having barely enjoyed the weight of Wooyoung on your tongue, before Wooyoung is holding you down and spurting down your throat. You have no choice but to swallow it all. But when Wooyoung pulls out, his cock weakly dripping on your tongue, you can’t help but give it one last lick.

Wooyoung pants but sends you a happy, worn-out smile. “Fuck, that was good. Thank you, Baby.”

You wipe your lips with the side of your hand and smile back. “I just like your cute noises.”

#a: sanjoongie #m: wooyoung #x reader #g: established relationship #g: pwp #smut #wc: <1k #k: oral #k: premature ejaculation #k: switch

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Winter Garden

ღMy Third contribution to the tipsy drabbles~

ღPairing: Gardener! Yeosang × Lady of the house! Reader (f)

ღGenre/Trope/Au: smut, forbidden lovers, power dynamic couple, historical au

ღWord Count: 507

ღRating: 18+ MDNI

ღWarnings: public sex, penetrative sex without a barrier, pullout game, dick-drunk, hidden affair

ღSummary: your affair with your gardener was fulfilling, exhilarating, and most importantly, a secret

When you had decided to go for an early morning walk today you had not expected to be currently fucked up against the ivy covered wall of your mansion.

Your illicit affair with the groundskeeper of your large estate was perhaps not the smartest decision you had made but it was certainly fruitful. Especially since Yeosang was hitting the inside of you just right.

“Yeo-yeosang,” You whined, gloved fingers clutching the dead vines in front of you. It was still late winter and you could see your breath in the air like tiny clouds.

Yeosang grunted behind you, more concerned with his thrust game and keeping your skirts up than curious as to why exactly you were whining his name. You said it again with more urgency, especially as his pace behind you quickened.

“Don’t--” You paused to swallow. “Don’t come inside of me!”

Yeosang chuckled deeply behind you. “Would you like me to make a pretty rope of my cum on your ass?”

You were struggling to focus now, the pleasure emanating from your lower half encompassing most of your thoughts. You choked on a gasp as Yeosang began to hit the end of you with his enthusiasm to chase his orgasm. All you could manage in response was: “Please.” Pitiful, but still got your point across.

The tiny hat perched on the side of your head, with the half veil to shade your face from the sun, was starting to slide out of its bobby-pin hold with the way that Yeosang was fucking you so good. His noises began to crescendo, a rough and warm groan eagerly slipping from his red lips.

Your orgasm hit you first, exploding in a cry that Yeosang had to quickly mute with his hand over your mouth. Your eyes fluttered closed so that you could drink in the pleasure painting your nerves. Yeosang came soon after, having delivered you to yours, he pulled out and came messily all over your ass. Yeosang allowed his hands to rest on the plumpness of your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he came down from his high.

You were panting and attempting to catch your breath when Yeosang pulled your skirts down with alaricity. “Ah--Jongho, what brings you out here so early?” Yeosang said cheerfully.

Jongho eyed your rosy cheeks and the spark in Yeosang’s eyes. “You’re up to something. I just know it.”

Yeosang shrugged his shoulders. “I was just asking for an opinion of the shrubbery shapes.”

You attempted to not squirm at the icky feeling of Yeosang’s cum rapidly cooling on your skin. You nodded first to Yeosang, then to Jongho, the butler, and dashed off with a fistful of your skirts held high in the air. “Good Day, Gentlemen,” You said curtly.

Perhaps you could catch Hongjoong after he finished making the bread for the day to distract yourself from the fact that you almost got caught by Jongho while Yeosang fucked you within an inch of your life and that you had skipped breakfast for it.

#a: sanjoongie #m: yeosang #x reader #g: forbidden lovers #g: power dynamic couple #g: historical au #smut #wc: <1k #k: public sex #k: unprotected sex #k: pullout game #k: dick-drunk #k: hidden affair

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🕯️ 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖸𝖾𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀. ͏★ 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖧𝖾 𝖣𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖣𝖺𝗒

𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀 ׂ ۪ 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ۪ ׂ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ 𝖼𝗐 ۪ ׂ ۪𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ wc ۪ ׂ 𝟢.𝟤𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌

ׁ εεε ଓ ｡．𝗉𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌

more of an observer than anything so of course he's going to notice when you're not taking care of yourself. Not the type to scold you, but instead give you what you need like a cup of water, some food, a blanket when you’re cold or just whatever you need in that time. of course sometimes you don’t notice but when you do, it makes you smile because he’s paying such close attention to you to notice what you need especially when you didn’t notice yourself.

ׁ εεε ଓ ｡．𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌

there’s just something about the way he becomes bashful whenever you do anything small, like kisses, hugs, or anything physically affectionate towards him. now he wouldn't act the way he acts when wooyoung gives him cheek kisses or tries to kiss his cheek because let’s be honest he loves your kisses but usually doesn’t know how to react to them other than bashful or shy. over time he will get used to it but let’s just say that right now he’ll stick to being bashful.

ׁ εεε ଓ ｡．𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌

sometimes there’s nothing better than to just sit down and have a talk with someone you love. you two have talks when you’re going to bed, days off, or just when you guys just want to talk to each other. not all relationships have to be always romantic. sometimes you like hearing his voice and vice versa. it doesn’t matter what you two talk about because just you talking to each other is enough to make you smile.

#a: jujitto #m: yeosang #x reader #fluff #wc: <1k #w: none

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𝕊𝕖𝕩𝕕𝕒𝕪

🌇Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader (f)

🌇Genre: smut, pwp

🌇Au: Non-idol au

🌇Trope: established relationship

🌇Warnings: domestic sex, penetrative sex with no barrier, breast play, sub! hongjoong, dom! reader, clit play

🌇Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

🌇Word Count: 204

🌇Summary: you surprise hongjoong with making breakfast and he repays you

🌇divider by @cafekitsune

🌇 Freakday | Masterlist | Suckday

Your hips were digging into the kitchen counter but you didn’t mind seeing as how Hongjoong was fucking your from behind. You didn’t think the whole ‘wearing an apron and nothing under’ would get to him but almost immediately began to fuck you after you asked him how he wanted his eggs.

The apron had been pushed between your breasts so that Hongjoong could fondle them while he thrusted from behind. You could even feel a little bit of drool on your shoulder, poor bubs was fucked out already.

“Joongie,” You sang his name to get attention.

“Please don’t ask me to stop so you won’t burn the food,” Hongjoong whines.

You chuckled lowly. “No, I was just wondering if you might wanna cum a little quicker because--ah!” Hongjoong thrusts just a little bit harder at your comment, “--because it’s almost ready.”

“But what about you?” Hongjoong wonders, worrying for your own orgasm.

You pretend to think about it. “Well, you could always eat me afterwards.”

Hongjoong groans, thinking about eating you out while you’re bent over the kitchen table. “No,” he insists, moving his finger down to your clit and gently circling it, “We’ll both cum together.”

“Such a considerate lover,” You coo.

#a: sanjoongie #m: hongjoong #x reader #g: established relationship #g: pwp #smut #wc: <1k #k: domestic sex #k: unprotected sex #k: breast play #k: dom/sub #k: clit play

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Freakday

Pairing: Choi San (Ateez) x Fem!Reader; Genre: established relationship, smut; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: slight bondage, role play, usage of a zapper, electricity kink, oral (m receiving); Wordcount: 466

Summary: While both of you enjoyed your love life, you two decided to spice it up a little with some new experiences.

A/N: This was a hard one! With all the lemon on this website I literally struggled to find something freaky, without it being outright disgusting.

“So what does a mere little human want from me?” San asked and raised an eyebrow in question. He had tied you up on your shared bed, walking around you while he tapped a wand against the mattress.

You bit on your lower lip, trying to even your breath but the excitement of trying something new just buzzed through your veins. “Oh, great wizard. I came to seek your help, begging you to hear my plea!”

San hummed lowly, stopping right next to your head. “Is that so? What seems to be your worry, little human?” His eyes raked over your body, wanting to tear away your clothes but fighting the urge to keep the roleplay alive.

“I was cursed as a child unable to feel any form of pleasure. So far no remedy was able to lift the curse and you’re my last and only hope, great wizard!” You wriggled on the mattress as San let the tip of his wand glide over your body.

“Are you ready for what it takes?” He leaned over you, staring at your face and imploring your eyes to make sure you were still on board.

You nodded and immediately yelped out as the electric shock pulsed through your body. Your back arched every time San let the wand zap you. While it felt foreign and slightly painful at first, your mind got clouded with desire soon enough.

San undressed you, leaving you completely bare on the mattress. With a sly smirk he moved the wand up towards your chest, zapping each of your breasts, before he made his way down to your core.

You pulled against your restraints, writhing underneath him in hopes to get even more from San. “It’s working, great wizard!” You gasped out from yet another shock running through your system.

“Of course it is”, he laughed and removed his pants with one hand, pulling them down and revealing his thick shaft. “Now be a good little human for me.” With that San knelt next to your head, tapping the head of his dick against your lips until you opened up.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you nearly choked on his cock while San continued to zap your cunt. Faster than ever before your orgasm approached you, shaking your whole body. Your slick dripped down your legs, oozing out your core just like your saliva ran down your chin and coated San’s hard on.

“That’s it baby, that’s it! You’re doing great for me! Just like that!” By now San had forgotten all about the roleplay, only thrusting his dick into your mouth and seeking his own high. He felt the same intensity that coursed through your body and he’d do it all again just to chase that feeling over and over with you.

Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland @songsoomin @aaa-sia

#a: flurrys-creativity #m: san #x reader #g: established relationship #smut #wc: <1k #k: bondage #k: role play #k: usage of a zapper #k: electricity #k: oral

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𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕕𝕒𝕪

🌇Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f)

🌇Genre: smut, pwp

🌇Au: Non-idol au

🌇Trope: established relationship

🌇Warnings: dom! seonghwa, sub! reader, bdsm, reader tied up, anal (f), ball gag, clit play, fingering (f)

🌇Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

🌇Word Count: 204

🌇Summary: you give up full control to seonghwa and he treats you right

🌇divider by @cafekitsune

🌇Thirstday | Masterlist | Sexday

The short bonds that held your arms back, interlocked with your feet, was perfect for what Seonghwa had in mind for you tonight. Add the ball gag and you were ready for the night.

Seonghwa, having lubed up your ass and your cunt, slowly eases into your puckered hole from behind, holding up his head with one hand, while laying on his side. He has the perfect view of your body, a harness running from a collar around your neck, down the center of your body and around your waist.

You groan as Seonghwa’s delicate fingertips play with your clit.

Seonghwa chuckles deeply. “So needy,” He murmurs into your ear.

You are his plaything tonight; what he wants to do, you are at the mercy of. And that’s the way you like it.

Once Seonghwa is full hilt inside of you, he pushes his middle and ring finger inside of your pussy, allowing room for his thumb to thrum along your clit as he lazily moves his fingers in and out of you.

Seonghwa lets out a puff of air, concentrating on your tight hole around him. He better make you cum soon, because he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out.

#a: sanjoongie #m: seonghwa #x reader #g: established relationship #g: pwp #smut #wc: <1k #k: dom/sub #k: bdsm #k: tied up #k: anal #k: ball gag #k: clit play #k: fingering

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𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍

💕to my dear @downtoamagicalland. You are the light at the of my tunnel, the giggle that fairies are born from, the motivation I never always need, the fire to my water. Never change and always be your authentic self. But that doesn't mean I'll ever stop complaining about your sneaky girl shit 🤣 I love you and happy birthday

💕Pairing: Yeosang x Reader (f)

💕Au: isekai au, kingdom hearts au, video game au, bouncy au

💕Trope: strangers to lovers, amnesia

💕Genre: suggestive, adventure

💕Rating: 18+, MDNI

💕Warnings: some kisses were exchanged, fighting, blood, smoking due to stress, alluding to you and Yeosang being lovers, mentions of alcohol

💕Word Count: 2,002

💕Summary: when you get teleported to your favorite video game, you didn't expect to also fall in love in the process

💕divider by @cafekitsune

💕Playlist recommendation: Bouncy by Ateez, Paranoid by Xdinary Heroes, and Song of the Wind by Kingdom

It had been a shit day, you mused in your head, as you leaned against the back door of your house, guiltily smoking a cigarette, but you fucking needed it. You had stayed late at work, you had walked home in the rain, your book and your notebook were drenched and you were so fucking done with reality currently.

You watched sulkily as the rain poured continuously around you and tried to figure out what your next move was. You were going to take a nice long HOT shower, bundle up in some warm clothing, and turn on your Playstation. You were going to play Kingdom Hearts and get lost in another universe.

You had spoiled yourself a bit too well, or perhaps it was the lull of the menu music, but the last thing you remembered was the opening scene of Kingdom Hearts playing and your eyelids feeling heavy until you fell asleep, murmuring of this being much better than reality.

You had a dream where you were falling down through blackness. You were…not yourself. You were a cartoon version of yourself with goofy big feet. You chuckled inwardly. Clearly Kingdom Hearts had sucked you in a little too hard. You watched as you continued to fall down through black nothing until a stained glass appeared below you. The stained glass depicted some type of saloon with guns crossing on the top, blowing fire with the cartoon version of yourself in front. That wasn’t any world you had ever seen in Kingdom Hearts. You bursted through the stained glass, expecting pain but there was nothing but a lightness that you felt. You watched as a heart drifted up above you, separate from your body. Is that why you felt light, because your heart was gone? Or was it the falling feeling?

When you next opened your eyes, you weren’t quite as comfortable as you had been when you fell asleep. You groaned as you pushed yourself up from some asphalt… wait?! Asphalt?

You shot upwards in fear. You weren’t in your home, asleep in your bed. You were in the middle of the road! You looked around you, trying to get your bearings but none of this looked familiar. You looked down at your body and you were in clothing you didn’t own. Black skirt that was half shorts as well, harness across a high neck crop top--you looked like you were ready for some kind of covert mission?

You didn’t have much time to contemplate your current situation because Heartless began to drift around your feet and fully formed a circle around you. The cute but definitely dangerous creatures shifted from foot to foot and you could hear the battle music starting.

“Am I a keyblade wielder?” You said out loud. You held your hands out, waiting for a keyblade to manifest between them but nothing happened. You giggled nervously. This wasn’t good.

You screeched and ducked, throwing your arms over your head as a Heartless launched itself at you. Maybe you had some magic? “Blizzard!” You tried but nothing happened to the Heartless but they did cock their heads at you curiously.

“Damn it!” You shouted in frustration. “I don’t want to be a damsel in distress.”

You picked up some rocks and began to chuck them at the Heartless, yelling wordlessly with as much courage as you could muster. Suddenly, the Heartless stood still. Then one by one they started to disappear around the outer circle.

“Yeah, that’s right!” You continued to throw rocks, “You should be scared of me!”

Then you heard a roar of a motorcycle. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. A man with long hair and a red accent leather jacket launched his bike over your head by using a broken piece of road as a ramp. The bike transformed from vehicle to keyblade with a birdcage at its hilt, and with a calm but confident face, defeated all the Heartless around you.

Your mouth was on the floor in shock. The man hefted his keyblade over his shoulder and offered his hand. “Want a ride back to the saloon?”

“I…” Your feet seemed to be itching to move towards the man. “Do I know you?”

The man frowned. “That’s not funny, Heart. Now take my hand or I’m leaving you behind with the Heartless.”

You took the man’s hand tentatively and he yanked you closer, eyes serious and reading your face. “You’re serious. You have no idea who I am, do you?”

You shook your head. “I’ve never even seen this place before.”

The man laughed and then straightened his face quickly. “Let’s get out of here before more Heartless gather, you trust me for that at least, right?”

That’s how you found yourself clinging to a stranger’s broad back on the back of a motorcycle, zooming to an unknown destination. You would have admired the city’s skyline if not for the fact that you had literally no idea how you somehow ended up in a weird, different world in Kingdom Hearts. Who were you and why did this man know who you were?

The motorbike slash keyblade drove down a narrow street, and at the end of it, was ‘the saloon’. With the simple ‘bar’ sign above a pair of not-so-simple flamethrowers, there was a classic western set of swinging dividers and another neon sign above that read ‘k-hot chili peppers’. This place was a weird mix of western and modern. You were about to say a ‘yeehaw’ sarcastically when an actual man dressed in a cowboy hat and dressed in all leather shouted from his place at the bar.

“Hey, Yeosang, you found Heart!” The cowboy shouted.

“Yeah but she doesn’t know who she is!” Yeosang lamented.

Another man walked down the stairs of the back of the saloon, eyes serious and calculating. “It had to be the Government, only they would attempt to brainwash the Princess of Heart of this world.”

Your eyes went wide and you gasped. Wait, you were a Princess of Heart?

“You know what that means?” Yeosang asked.

“Listen, this is gonna sound weird, but this is a video game,” you tried to explain.

“This is not a game,” the man in all leather growled, scowling at you from under his hat.

“Mingi, calm down, she doesn’t know what she’s saying.” Yeosand stood in front of you, protecting you.

Mingi scowled down at you despite Yeosang’s interference. “Listen, just because you dick her down, doesn’t mean--”

“Yeosang!” The smaller man held onto Yeosang’s arm, that had just shot out and punched Mingi. Mingi was now down on the floor, licking the corner of his mouth where he was bleeding.

“I’m sorry, Hongjoong, but I won’t allow him to talk to her like that.” Yeosang shook his hand, as if to rid his skin of the feeling of his punch to Mingi.

“She can’t stay here. If the Government starts looking for her, they will start here,” Hongjoong mused out loud.

“I’ll take her to the chili lab.” Yeosang nodded resolutely.

“I’m… sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused,” you said in a small voice.

Hongjoong helped Mingi up, patted him on the shoulder sympathetically but smiled reassuringly at you. “You're the heart of this world, we’d do anything for you, even though SOME OF US are jealous we aren’t as close to you as we’d like to be.” Mingi’s shoulders stiffened but still he walked to the bar to get a drink.

“Come on, Heart, I better take you to a place where you’re more safe. Who knows when and where they’ll strike next.” Yeosang guided you out of the saloon, shooting one last glare at Mingi’s back.

At the oddly named Chili Lab, you encountered Seonghwa, who couldn't quite understand that you didn’t remember anything but was very nice to you anyways. Yeosang swept you up quickly to a room when you seemed quite dazed as Seonghwa talked to you. “Some things never change,” He muttered under his breath.

You sat in a room that seemed familiar but you couldn't quite put your finger on what made it so comfortable. “Is this my room?” You wondered.

“No, I didn’t want to bombard you in case your brain just needs some time to catch up,” Yeosang admitted. He knelt at your feet, and gathered your hands in your lap. “Heart…”

You cocked your head curiously at him. “Yes?”

“I don’t want to lose you,” He admitted, his head bowed over your hands.

“You won’t lose me, Yeosang,” You said softly, “We’re connected, my heart to yours.” You gasped, not sure where that response came from.

Yeosang raised his head, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. “How can you say that and also claim you have no idea who I am, or who you are?”

Your hand went to the left side of your chest, over where your heart would be. “I don’t know.”

Yeosang bit down on his lip, seemingly hesitating between a decision. His resolve solidified and then he cupped your face and kissed you softly. “Maybe I can help your memory a little bit…” he said before kissing you again. You melted into his kisses, gentle yet firm. His lips travelled from yours to scattered kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

“Seonghwa said you guys were up here, Heart--oh! Am I interrupting something?” A man in a white tank top and shiny pants breathed heavily like he just had run up some stairs and looked ridiculously nosy at the door of Yeosang’s room.

Yeosang sent a look to the man who interrupted and you could have sworn it would have killed someone. The man gulped and scratched the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, Sangie, but we gotta go. There’s some weird white mask boss in front of the school. I think the students are in trouble. We gotta go fight!”

“But Heart…” Yeosang frowned down at you, hands still cupping your face fondly.

The man at the door gave a look of confusion. “Heart can take care of herself? In fact, the amount of times I’ve had to hold her off of wielding her weapon on Wooyoung is countless. What’s going on here?”

Something scratched at the back of your brain. A fuzzy image of a keyblade, brown with wood instead of metal, with flowers carved and painted, wielded from a necklace you had. You put a hand to your chest and found a wooden tulip hanging from a string of leather around your neck. Had that been there the entire time?

That’s how you found yourself standing before the same tall tower you saw off in the distance when you had woken up on the asphalt. Eight men stood beside you, in various black outfits, withh Yeosang’s over jacket practically falling off his shoulder. He nodded resolutely at you and focused on the huge masked white Heartless before the school.

With a shout of rage at the situation, the one before you and your internal strife, your keyblade materialized in your hands and you rushed with the eight men on either side of you. This felt right, this felt good. Whether you remembered your true self or not, what truly mattered was that you fought for what was good, with Yeosang beside you. You raised your blade to swipe at the first Heartless and--

You woke up groggy and bleary-eyed, blinking up at your Outlaw poster of Ateez on your wall. The music to Kingdom Hearts was still playing. You sighed heavily. Another dream that you lowkey wished had been reality. Did your brain really have to play you like that?

Except your hand went to your chest and found your keyblade necklace still hanging from your neck. Was that something from real life bleeding into your dreams or were your dreams finally bleeding into your reality?

“Yeosang,” You said quietly, looking out your window to the rain pattering down the pane of glass. “Where are you?”

#a: sanjoongie #m: yeosang #x reader #g: isekai au #g: kingdom hearts au #g: video game au #g: bouncy au #g: strangers to lovers #g: amnesia #g: adventure #g: suggestive #wc: 1-5k #w: kissing #w: fighting #w: blood #w: smoking #w: mentions of alcohol

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