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An ultimate secret

Pairing: Wooyoung x Female Reader

Word count: 4.2k

Genre: Smut

Warnings: rough sex..?, fingering, maybe something else I’m forgetting

--Finally sharing one of my first writings. This is potentially a 3 part series, let me know if you want to read more. Hope you enjoy!--

The train pulled to a halt and your suitcase knocked against your knees, startling you out of an upright doze where your head had been falling forward and jerking back for 45 minutes. A voice over announced the next station and you realised you were already in Seoul. After signing up for a 3 month, intensive course right in the middle of the city, you were excited to be given a second chance at your getting dream job, especially since the end of high school hadn’t worked out because you had been terribly sick. Luckily for you, your brother Seonghwa lived in a dorm just twenty minutes from your new school. With your small savings pot from years of working late nights at the convenience store and not having to pay rent, you would be able to focus all of your time on your studies. Or so you thought.

Exiting the confined tunnels of the station you emerged onto the street, squinting over the blurred, buzzing crowd. Though you recognised the faint smell of tobacco and deep fried chicken, and the clopping of heels across the pavement, you had to take a moment to get your bearings. As you hesitated in the middle of the path, a man leaning casually against a tree caught your eye. He reminded you of a cardboard cut out, slender with hard features, dark hair hanging across one eye. His navy blazer hung open, revealing a band t-shirt underneath, jeans and a belt buckle that caught the sun. You barely recognised your own brother.

“Seonghwa?!”

His face softened with a genuine smile as he strode towards you, arms out. He smelt expensive, like a brand name you’d seen on a billboard, but his enveloping hug was the same as it always had been, like he could wrap his arms around you twice.

“Was your train delayed? I thought maybe I’d missed you.”

“No I don’t think so” you replied, distracted by the of rainbow of advertisements flapping in the street above every shop.

You let him pull your backpack off your shoulders and take the handle of your suitcase before leading you out of the crowds.

“Are you hungry?”

You hadn’t realised until that moment that you had been starving.

“Yes please let’s get something good” you whined, pulling on his arm.

He chuckled, taking you down a maze of side streets to a tiny, hidden restaurant.

The food was delicious and you couldn’t stop yourself from ordering way more than you could eat, especially because you knew Seonghwa would pay. You talked with him more than you had in years. He told you all about his experiences as part of a rookie idol group and you told him all about life back home with your parents. You were lucky that he had just finished album promotions and had some time off to spend with you between training sessions.

When you arrived at the dorms you were quickly introduced to the other members of ATEEZ in a whirl of handshakes and tentative hugs before Seonghwa ushered you to his room to get you unpacked. It had all gone so fast that your mind began to replay Yunho’s warm touch, Mingi’s toothy grin, Wooyoungs constant chatter and San’s smouldering stare. Somewhere in the pit of your stomach you felt excited. How were you going to get any studying done with that around you 24/7?

You placed your suitcase on the bed and began to rummage around in your disorganised mess of clothes when you heard a knock at the doorframe. It was Hongjoong.

“Y/N. Do you mind if I quickly grab something? I left my charger in here” He pointed past you to the bedside table.

“Not at all, go for it”

He knelt down to pull his charger plug out of the wall when it clicked in your head that this was his room.

“Did Seonghwa kick you out of your room? Am I stealing your bed?”

Hongjoong chuckled and shook his head.

“It’s yours for the next three months. I’m happy to bunk with Yunho and Yeosang. A girl needs her privacy. Well, you will be in here with Seonghwa but…you’ll be comfortable”

He smiled at you as he swung his hands around his sides, unsure what to do with them.

“Hongjoong, haven’t you got somewhere to be?” Seonghwa said, appearing at your side.

He gave him a look that you couldn’t quite see and Hongjoong slipped out of the room without a word.

Seonghwa pulled a handful of clothes from your suitcase and began to fold them carefully. You crawled up onto the bed and sat with your back against the wall. The room was small and mostly bare but cosy. Seonghwa’s immaculately made bed was opposite yours and you were reminded of when you had shared a room with him when you were younger. You closed your eyes, feeling content in your new home. But that relaxation was short lived.

“Have you studied today?” Seonghwa asked, brow furrowed as he tried to match your socks.

“No? Classes haven’t started yet”

“But surely you have some work to do? To get a head start?”

“I guess…”

“Y/N. I hope you’re taking this seriously. You’re not always going to have a second chance”

You scowled at your brother, starting to remember why you had celebrated when he decided to become an idol and moved out in the first place.

A few weeks later, classes had started and you had settled into life at the dorm. Like you, the boys were in and out constantly but once a week you all had dinner together, and soon enough you were just a regular member of the team. You played mobile games with Wooyoung, watched dramas with Mingi and had regular arm wrestles with Jongho who was sometimes kind enough to let you win. Yunho would ask you about what you were learning while San tried to teach you to do pull ups and Yeosang would send you song recommendations every other day. Seonghwa had been overbearing and wary at first of the boys stealing too much of your attention but over time he relaxed, appreciative that there were 7 other people looking out for you.

It was a Sunday evening and you were sitting on your bed after a few hours of actual studying to watch a movie on your laptop, the room shadowed as the sun set behind the other buildings. You were snuggled in your blanket, completely engrossed when Seonghwa thumped into the room, flicked on the blinding light and yanked your headphones off your head.

“Hey!”

“What are you doing? Why aren’t you studying?” He scolded.

“I have been studying! Get off my back.”

This had been such a regular argument over the past few weeks, you felt like your responses were scripted. But today, he seemed to have had enough.

“You seem to think you can just get through life with a pretty face and no work Y/N but it doesn’t work that way. I won’t let you laze around here and waste our parents money on a course you don’t even seem to care about”

“What are you talking about? I already studied today. I’ve done all my homework”

Seonghwa grabbed your laptop out of your lap and closed it forcefully.

“This look likes you’re working really hard. Really practising well” he chided.

You glared at him.

“Look Seonghwa, I don’t know what your problem is…”

“My problem? I’m just trying to look out for you. You sit around here all day, wasting time on your phone, watching TV. This isn’t a holiday Y/N. Anyone would think you don’t even want to be successful and employed. If you’re not careful, you’re going to fail this course just like you failed high-school.”

You threw your blanket off your knees, stood up and shoved him. A painful lump rose in your throat, which you held in place, determined not to let him see you cry.

“I had pneumonia you asshole. You were there. How dare you stand there all high and mighty when you did absolutely fuck all with your high-school degree. I’m so sick of you pretending like you’re better than me when all you do is prance around in tight pants on stage.”

His face was like stone as he stood motionless in front of you.

“I know the real you Park Seonghwa and I can see straight through this facade you put up for your fans. You and your fake superiority can get fucked”

You stormed out and slammed the front door behind you with one goal in your mind. You had to get away from him. The lump in your throat became suffocating and tears peeked at the corners of your eyes. Your face felt hot but the hairs on your arms prickled and in that moment you wished you had had enough sense to grab your phone or a jacket on the way out. You walked aimlessly down the road, staring up at the dusty sky, willing your tears to suck back in so the passersby with their dogs would stop looking at you. You replayed his words in your head and saw his constant disapproving face, wondering what had happened to that soft and kind brother that had taken you for lunch those weeks ago. Your brother had always been a bit criticising, but never this cruel. You felt the sudden urge to hurt him, the need to see his face in shock, for once unable to predict you. But how? He had always been the stronger one, the smarter one, always two steps ahead.

You found yourself outside the dance practise building the boys often visited after hours. The lights were still on so you let yourself in, shivering and rubbing your arms. You wandered down the hallway, looking in each of the little square windows when you noticed a familiar brunette in a practise room by himself, music blaring. You slipped past the door and sat on the couch to watch Wooyoung dance, still oblivious to your presence. You had never seen him like this before; wearing a tank top and grey sweatpants, leg muscles straining against the fabric. You watched wide eyed as the bass of the music surged through your chest, playing your heart like a drum, captivated by his lunges that shook the floorboards, the intricate patterns he drew with his body and facial expressions that made you feel all kinds of things in your lower half. He almost jumped out of his skin when he noticed you.

“Fuck Y/N!” He said, running to pause the music on his phone. “You scared me half to death”

“I’m sorry. I just saw you dancing and I…” you trailed off, acutely aware of how flustered and tearful you must still look, trying to hide your face with your hair.

The smile on his face fell as he approached you.

“What happened? Are you ok?” He dipped his head to look into your eyes, softly touching your shoulders, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Was it Seonghwa again? I swear to god if he’s been on at you again I’ll…” he paused and reconsidered. “I mean I probably won’t do anything…but I will if you want me to”

“I really don’t want to talk about it”

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. He smelt like sweat and deodorant which you inhaled deeply, leaning into his embrace.

“Do you want to get some food?” He asked, stroking your hair.

“No, I’m not hungry.”

“What do you want to do?”

A momentary idea popped into your head. “Could you teach me to dance?”

Wooyoung pulled away far enough to look at your face, a hint of concern and uncertainty in his eyes.

“To dance?”

“It would take my mind off things…teach me the part you were practising”

He laughed nervously but when he saw you were serious, he nodded. You followed him to the middle of the dance floor and he stood just in front of you, legs in a wide stance.

“Okay, so first you go like this…”

Wooyoung showed you sequence and then broke it down into steps. You were shaky at first, but with his help you started to get it, dancing the choreography almost to speed once he turned the music on. You quickly forgot the fight, laughing whenever you got it wrong and Wooyoung playfully yelled at you for not listening to him.

“You’re not low enough. Squat lower! Yes like that. Now thrust your hips. More. Make it bigger. You’re still not doing it right!”

Wooyoung ran over to pause the music and you sighed loudly.

“The hip thrusts are embarrassing” you whined, fanning your hot skin with your hands.

“They are not. Confidence is sexy. You are sexy. Now come on, your form isn’t right”

You caught your breath as he came behind you and ran his fingertips lightly down your sides before settling them on your hips. You felt your body stiffen and skin prickle in anticipation, desperate for him to either slide his hands lower or to put a metre of distance between you.

He did neither, instead putting pressure on the juncture of your thighs to make you squat lower and lean slightly right, his chest flush against your back, sweaty shirt pressing against you. You could feel his hair tickling your neck as his hands slid down your arms to grab your hands and raise them above your head. It took everything you had to stop your thighs from shaking, body completely new to such a low squat position. You didn’t dare move as he analysed you in the mirror, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Just like that” he said dryly as his hands came back to rest on your waist, dark eyes fixed on yours, unconsciously licking his bottom lip

You looked away, at anything other than his intense stare. Were you reading this right? Or did all dancers guide each other with such alluring invasion of personal space? His body shifted and you felt the light press of his bulge against your ass, shattering any notions that this was a normal dance lesson. His breath fanned your shoulder and you thought you should move away, pull his hands off of you, tell him off, anything to remove yourself from the precipice of turning your relationship into something else.

But your hips took a mind of their own and you felt yourself gently grind back against him, drawing an involuntary groan from deep in his throat. You craned your neck to look at him over your shoulder, frozen in the painful squat your mind paid no more attention to. Time stood still as his gaze flicked to your parted lips and you slightly inclined your head in a permissive nod. Before you realised you had moved, he had flipped you around and pressed you hard up against the mirror, licking into your mouth and hands roaming over every inch of your clothed chest. His hips bucked against yours and you reached down to the outside of his sweatpants to palm him, drawing a another long groan from him against your lips.

“Please don’t stop” he panted, planting breathy kisses along your jaw to your collarbone, pausing to inhale your scent and pulling down your t-shirt collar to grant him further access to your skin.

“Can I…” he started to ask, but his hands were way ahead of him, travelling up your shirt, kneading your breasts through the fabric of your bra, forehead pressed into the crux of your neck.

You fingers played on the edge of his pants as you briefly questioned yourself again before diving down to take hold of his hot length, earning a simultaneous groan from both of you. You held tightly but didn’t move, causing him to shamelessly buck up into your hand, his touch abandoning your chest in search of your core, which at this point was embarrassingly wet.

You knew there would be no going back the moment his hand slid down the front of your panties. His middle finger swiped up your slit, flooding warmth into you and you instinctively clenched your walls to feel some friction.

“Holy shit” he breathed, mostly to himself as he inched two fingers deep inside you to curl against your spot, causing you to shudder helplessly beneath him. You were insatiable, weeks of pent up curiosity, fantasises and late night masturbation in the shower caused by living in a house of 7 gorgeous men. It was wrong, it was forbidden and you were intent on riding it straight to hell.

“Please fuck me Wooyoung” you whimpered to the ceiling, shaking at the intensity of which he fingered you, tongue pressing into your neck, drinking you in.

He growled into your skin and captured your lips again with both hands holding your face, the fingers which he had just had inside of you rubbing your own juices on your cheek. You suppressed a laugh at his eagerness and pulled his sweatpants down to his thighs as he pulled your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra and burying his head between your breasts, sucking and grabbing at your flesh.

“Fuck I want you so bad” he said, muffled into your nipple, pulling it between his teeth.

In the space of a breath, he hoisted your leg onto his hip, bunched your skirt up around your waist, pulled your panties to the side and entered you in one swift motion that had you both gasping out.

Time stopped again as he bottomed out, pausing with his forehead pushed against yours, inhaling deeply, fingers digging into your thigh. Your walls were screaming with the sudden stretch and you suppressed a painful sound when he tentatively pulled all the way out and pressed back in. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself upright and balanced on your one standing leg. He tested a few more erratic thrusts and the pain began to mix with pleasure and an overwhelming desire to be pounded into the mirror but Wooyoung paused his movements.

“I don’t know if I can control myself” he mumbled with shuddering breaths, hair hanging in his eyes.

“Then don’t”

He snaked his arm around the small of your back and jerked your hips closer to his, your head leaning on back the mirror like a rag doll in his hold. He drew his cock back again and you felt every ridge of him before he thrust up into you, setting a bruising pace that made you gasp for air.

“Fuck, I’ve imagined this so many times” he kissed below your ear, bouncing your body with every thrust and your hands fell back flat onto the mirror to hold on for dear life. “You walking around the dorm in your cute sundresses like you don’t know what you do to me.”

Pleasure started to rise from your core to your stomach and you wrapped your leg tighter around his hips, chasing the promise of your release. You leaned back in to capture his lips in a kiss, deeper than you had all night. He held you in that kiss until the pleasure became too much and you had to pull away, sucking in a desperate breath.

“God you’re so fucking perfect. Tell me-ugh…tell me how good it feels”

You moan as the pressure builds, pleasure sparking in multiple directions, but the pain of your wobbly standing leg starts to pull you away. As if reading your mind, Wooyoung pulls out and turns you to face the mirror, spreading your legs with his feet and pulling your hips back onto his cock. You cry out as he reaches deep inside you, igniting a fire as your walls clamp down on him and your hand automatically drops to rub your clit.

“I’m not going to last” he says, inhaling your hair. “Are you close?”

You moan again as if that is a response and rub your clit faster, knowing your release was within reach, just over that figurative hill, if he could just…

“There, a-ah fuck Y/N, I’m there. God-fucking-yesyesyes”

Wooyoung stands on his toes, boosting the angle of his cock to rub directly on your back wall and pound erratically into your spot. Like the crack of a whip, you inhale suddenly, almost choking on air as he hurtles you towards your orgasm, cock twitching as he cums deep inside you.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop” you pleaded, reaching back to hold the back of his thighs in case he dared to pull away from you or reduce his blinding pace.

Your torso was almost completely horizontal now, back arching, thrusting yourself back onto his cock, his cum dripping down your thighs. Your release hit you like a series of waves breaking, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream as your walls convulsed erratically, spreading a wet warmth throughout your core. Wooyoung continued to pound you, fingers coming down to press on your own, rubbing harder into your clit.

Riding you down from heaven, stars and colours swirling behind your eyes, Wooyoung began to slow. Your knees gave way and you threw your hands out in front of you to stop yourself hitting the wooden floor too hard. Wooyoung wrapped his arms around your stomach and dropped to his knees with you in an attempt to keep his softening cock buried inside of you. His chest heaved against your back but you were both quiet, letting the sound of the squeaky fan and creaks of the building fill the silence.

“Fuck, Y/N I should have asked if I could come in you”

“It’s fine, I’m on the pill”

“Even so” he mumbled, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades and slowly removing himself from you.

You remained awkwardly on your hands and knees, panting at the floor as your senses returned and the reality of what you had done clicked from blurry to sharp in your mind. Wooyoung handed you a towel and you wiped the cum from your thighs, gazing in disbelief up at your smudged handprints on the mirror. Wooyoung was speaking, possibly to you, but you couldn’t focus on his words, caught in a state of ecstasy that wasn’t just post orgasm bliss. As you both got dressed, he tried to catch your gaze, but you barely noticed him, focused on the incredible feeling rising in your chest.

“Hey-where are you going?”

You were halfway out the door when you turned to look at him and forced a smile.

“I have to go back”

You left Wooyoung dumbfounded behind you, revelling in the complete elation of having just done something that would make Seonghwa burst a blood vessel if he knew. You emerged into the night air again, cold wind soothing your red, sweaty face. You felt bulletproof, like there was nothing more Seonghwa could hold over you. Not when you had such an ultimate secret over him.

You heard low voices when you reached the dorm and opened the door to find Hongjoong and Seonghwa sitting at the table, several empty bottles of Soju between them. Something about the way your brother looked at you, eyes glazed over and swaying slightly, told you that the drinking had been one sided.

“There you…I was so…worry” Seonghwa mumbled, standing up to give you a hug though he ended up almost pushing you over and Hongjoong had to step in and hold him up.

“It’s ok, I’m fine” you said, patting him on the back and mouthing a thank you to Hongjoong, who shrugged a smile. You looked up at your brothers’ flushed and puffy face and in this moment you pitied him, a pang of guilt stabbing you somewhere in the gut.

“I wish I…I shouldn’t have-“ he started but you cut him off.

“Let’s get you to bed”

It was a short but slow stumble from the kitchen to your shared room.

“I’m such a screw up” Seonghwa whined, head lolling backwards before you and Hongjoong dropped him on his bed.

“Go to sleep now” you said, smiling to yourself at your brothers complete inability to hold his liquor.

“You’re my sister and I…always…” he trailed off, squeezing your hand, eyes fluttering shut. Hongjoong turned off the light, leaving you sitting on top of Seonghwas quilt in the dark room, listening to his breathing as he started to drift off. You bit your bottom lip, wondering if maybe you had gone too far with Wooyoung tonight.

But your guilt was fleeting as the next morning, a hungover and humiliated Seonghwa berated you over breakfast for leaving the house without your phone.

“What the hell is wrong with you Y/N? What if something had happened to you? It just baffles me how you can be so damn stupid sometimes”

You sat at the table, staring ahead and calmly eating your cereal as he brought up more reasons and memories where you had been what he considered irresponsible. But you didn’t take the bait this time. You felt above that now, addicted to the power of what Seonghwa didn’t know, of how Wooyoung had melted at your touch, and how mere centimetres from your brothers disapproving face, you plotted your next pursuit.

#ateez smut #wooyoung smut

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dirty free for all//(m)

✕𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎:

✕𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧,𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐭. 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠).

✕𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: (𝐬), (𝐚𝐮), (𝐚), 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐟).

✕𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: #𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬.

✕𝐔𝐍𝐈: 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳

✕𝐖𝐂: 7.7k+

#𝐅𝐀𝐐: not @ how it’s 5am and this is completely un-edited [which i’ll edit tomorrow but i need 2 B awake in 3 hrs i absolutely couldn’t edit this rn if i tried]

✕𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐓: blurry line between dreams and reality, dom!san, stripper!san, cussing, oral (m+f), kinda lap dancing, branding (marking), overstimulation, san is kinda in love with reader ngl, slight begging kink, grinding possessive san, vaginal penetration, body kissing, body worship,unrealistic sex, san has a forked tongue, praise kink, fingering, creampie, san’s hips, doggy-style, sensory deprivation (blindfold), masturbation, san guiding reader to masturbate by talking to her telepathically, temperature play, spit kink, wet dreams, san brands reader so he can give her pleasure that’s not just physical (…i swear it’ll make more sense), connection, san sharing his pleasure w/ reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty dancing, eye contact kink, eye fucking, messy sex, inexperienced!reader, neurotic reader, protective san, slight punishment (???), sex toy (vibrator), san knows he’s hot, corruption kink, this has way too much sex, jealous wooyoung, allusions to a love triangle, talk of religion (it’s a demon au), brief talk of forbidden love, san is an incubus so he takes reader’s energy, san letting reader brand him without her actually knowing, very brief alcohol consumption, demon!wooyoung, wooyoung watches san fuck reader without either of them knowing?, heartbroken wooyoung, possible part 2 if ppl like it, honestly wtf man, idk man blame @mingless @sweetheart–sannie @actuallythatwaspromise, vote inception.

⟵ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

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Porn Buddies - Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Summary: Unannounced guests aren’t always as bad as we might think

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Words: A fair share of them

Genre: Smut

⚠ voyerism ⚠

A/N: I had this scenario in mind at the first person that came to me was Wooyoung so I hope yall like this. Enjoy xx💖

Touring took a toll on everyone. Idols, managers, staff… Everyone ran around for months on end to make sure the fans had the best experience possible, and it was a stressful time for whoever was involved.

Wooyoung knew this all too well, and along with many other frustrations, his sexual desires starting coming up during the tour, until a point where he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

San had left the room to go buy some food, since dinner hadn’t been nearly enough for him, and Wooyoung didn’t miss the opportunity.

He opened his laptop and opened Pornhub. He clicked whatever video seemed more promising on the main page and his hand quickly pulled down his pants and boxers. His hand wrapped around his cock that started hardening in his hand.

The moans and skin-slapping sounds coming from the speakers made Wooyoung hiss. His mouth was agape as he watched the couple in his screen do the filthiest things he’d seen in a while.

The familiar feeling of pleasure and satisfaction spread through his body, sending him into pure bliss the second he finally touched himself.

The male’s hand sped up as the volume of the moans increased. He let out a couple of small grunts, knowing he couldn’t be too loud since the hotel walls were too thin.

As his climax was approaching the door opened.

“Fuck… San let me just finish up please I can’t hold it anymore…” He pleaded.

You had only entered the room because you needed to drop off the outfits they’d be wearing to the airport the next day, and you had run into San who gave you the key for you to put inside their room. Your eyes widened slightly at the view but they softened quickly and you chuckled when he mistook you for San.

“Don’t worry, I understand that feeling all too well, I won’t bother you, I just came to drop off your outfits.” You explained.

Upon hearing the sound of a feminine voice his head jerked up and his eyes widened. Wooyoung’s eyes stared at you in shock and embarrassment. He tried to hide his blush and awkwardness, although it was no good.

You giggled at the way he picked up the pillow and covered his crotch.

“Wooyound you don’t need to be embarrassed, everyone does it… And this environment surely doesn’t help those frustrations. Fuck, I know I haven’t done anything in a good while…”

Your laid back personality and relaxed posture upon the situation made him feel at ease, and a little more comfortable, too comfortable maybe. He looked at you, then at the video, and replayed what you had said in his head over and over. ‘I know I haven’t done anything in a good while’.

You turned around and told him goodbye, as you were about to leave, but Wooyoung stopped you.

“Y/N, wait!”

You spun around and looked at him curiously. Wooyoung removed the pillow previously covering his hardened cock, and you struggled to maintain eye contact, but you never gave into temptation.

“Why don’t you join me then?” He asked with a smirk.

Your tongue grazed along your lower lip as you gave his proposal some thought. It might’ve been wrong to masturbate with a co-worker, but the man looking at you suggestively while pumping his cock as you maintained eye contact were extremely inviting. You gave him a dirty smile and sat on the sofa beside him. Wooyoung’s smirk grew wider as he approached his free hand to the computer on the coffee table and played a different video.

You took off your pants and your hand slid inside your panties as you heard the familiar ‘dun dun’ form the beginning of the video. Wooyoung sat back and positioned himself comfortably.

“Oh that’s not fair!” He whined with a pout when he looked at you “I’m naked!”

You smirked at his sudden confidence and stared at him for a couple seconds before sliding off your panties as well, exposing your womanhood to the male next to you.

Wooyoung smiled triumphantly and focused on the video.

The man was taking the woman ruthlessly and so his hand started pumping his cock at his previous rhythm.

Your fingers split your folds slowly, and you played with your clit. You took it slow at first, but as soon as the video became more intense so did your fingers.

Wooyoung slightly and discreetly glanced at you as you placed one of your legs over the arm of the chair, giving him now a perfect look of your pussy. He threw his head back and moaned as his hand sped up.

His little sound caused a wave of excitement to run through your veins and you entered two digits inside yourself. A little whimper left your lips at the sensation you had missed for so long.

The room was soon filled with skin slapping sounds and moans from both sides, and Wooyoung knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Neither of you gave a fuck about the video at this point, you were just looking at each other’s hands and movements and masturbating to the same pace.

Wooyoung couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, Y/N ride me, please…”

You couldn’t say no to his begging and honestly, you didn’t want to. You straddled his waist and after helping him find your entrance, you slammed down on him.

Both of you were more than ready at this point and you wanted nothing more but to cum.

You bounced on his cock as his hips moved to the same rhythm, hitting deeper spots in you. Your hands sunk in his shoulders while he gripped your waist and controlled your movements.

“Fuck you feel so good inside me.” You moaned, giving Wooyoung more incentive to slam you down on himself harder.

You were going insane with him deep in you and you wanted to scream out his name and make everyone know how good he was, but you couldn’t. You slammed your lips against his in an immediate rough kiss.

There was saliva everywhere, your teeth clashed against each other at times, and small whimpers were muffled by your fighting tongues.

“Y/N I’m going to cum…” He pulled away to tell you.

“Cum… I’m about to as well.” You said, between helpless breaths.

Wooyoung pressed his thumb against your clit and drew circles on it, like he had seen on the video previously.

The sudden contact caused you to cum before him, and the clenching of your walls around him, combined with the bite you’d given him on his neck to prevent you from screaming, triggered his orgasm.

He filled you up as he came with a small groan.

Once you’d both come off your high you slipped off of him and composed yourself.

You gave him one last glance before leaving.

“I will be delivering more clothes.”

He chuckled and winked at your dirty comment.

“I sure hope you do.”

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▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ part 7 ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

➳ pairing: san x reader (ft. gangster hong joong & seong hwa)

➳ genre: highschool, gang, smut

➳ warnings: strong language, unhealthy/toxic relationships, mind manipulation, cheating, smut, alcohol

➳ words: 4,500

prologue part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 special part 7

a/n: I am sorry for the long time I took & it’s not really good 😂 but I feel like getting into the story again so I will try to work harder ✨

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As Friends ( San Smut)

Title: As Friends

Featuring: San (ATEEZ) x Reader

Rating: NC-17 for smut

Summary: An old friend shows up at a party and you realize you’re both in want of the same thing.

Note: I had to repost this because Tumblr is garbage and cut off a huge chunk of the story in the original post. This is the correct/full version!

“Do you think we have enough?” Your best friend posited as she stood in front of the kitchen island lined with wine bottles, hard liquor, and a couple cases of beer.

“I think it’s more than enough,” You said from your position on the opposite end, pouring candy into a dish.

Next, she dumped a box of condoms into another decorative bowl, and you let out a laugh in disbelief.

“What?” She asked innocently.

“This is a party, not an orgy.”

“You never know!” She shrugged, and you rolled your eyes.

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Treasure- Part 3

Pairing: Y/N x Kim Hongjoong (Ateez)

Genre: Fantasy AU, Pirate AU

Word Count: 3,257

Warnings: Language, Strong Mentions of Blood

Tag List: @ pastel-crystals @ purpleprincesslea @ x-lilyofthevalley-x @ baekxhwa @ bootysand @ suju-hit-me-like-a-wreckingball @ yunderfullthings @ dreamshopesforward @ kiara-reighns @ fivesecondsofsarang @ speedilyunadulteratedcandy @ sansugar @ xxhzxqhxx @ erica-kay

Hongjoong was absolutely frightening when he wanted to be, and I was currently present to witness the storm of rage clouding his features as we moved through the crowd of pirates. Despite the glares that Hongjoong aimed at each man that stepped in his path, there was an ironically peaceful atmosphere descending over the gathered crews. The dock itself was bustling with activity as pirates prepared to lift anchor, obeying their orders and re-supplying their ships with the goods they purchased from busy shops. It was almost impossible to quickly navigate the complicated maze of men which only made me briefly consider how easy it would be to lose Hongjoong in an oblivious sea of sailors. But Hongjoong refused to let go, and I had no choice but to match his pace, noting how paradoxical it was that above the impending chaos awaiting us on Treasure, these men were attending to their duties without a care in the world.

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tease - khj x reader x cs

one shOT TIME! based off this ask from the thirst asks, i couldn’t resist turning it into an imagine and thank you so much boo for being okay with it being an imagine too!

@multifandomgirl37 asked:

“The thing is sirs. *fidgets more and blushes deeply* I’ve never done this before. Could you teach me? Please?”

genre: smut smut smut with a wee bit of fluff

pairing: hongjoong x reader x san

word count: 4.5k

summary: after teasing the shit out of your boyfriends, you admit that you’ve never actually given a blowjob before. so what’s the harm in asking them to teach you? a lot, there is a lot of harm actually

warnings: oral sex (m), unprotected sex (wrap it tf up kiddos), slight degradation and punishment, creampie, gentle dom joong, hard dom san

also thank you uwu to miss @hobisbeautifulass and miss @thinksshesawolf my wonderful tumblr moms who gave this a read beforehand for me ily both so so much 🥺💝

title: tease

fitting? maybe. self indulgent moment to use this gif? definitely

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Hongjoong releases a small sigh then stoops down so that he’s eye level with you. Just squatting isn’t enough to be exactly eye level with you though, so you press yourself upwards a bit more, kneeling with more weight on your knees. They sting a bit from the pressure of the wood floor, and you shift a bit to relieve the pressure. You can’t look Hongjoong in the eye, so you avoid his gaze in favor of looking at San’s feet.

“Princess,” Hongjoong says, head tilting to get a better look at you. His fingers find your chin. You let him tug your face back towards him, the gentleness in the touch so feather light that you barely feel it.

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w i n g s II || song mingi smut

warnings: smut, threesome, hair pulling, guided intercourse (is that a thing?), oral, cum eating (only like once… twice at most), creampie, dirty talk aka verbal FILTH

pairing: mingi x reader x san

word count: 13.6k

a/n: once again, to one of my favorite people ever, thnx @blandbeef for editing! this was my longest fic to date, so i really hope you all enjoy this one lol. just to let everyone know, i know how this part ended, but there will not, i repeat WILL NOT be a part three to this story. click here to read part one!

it was interesting, to say the least.

you’d been here for a while now, yet you still weren’t used to the change. even after you got a tour of the place, met some of the most famous otherworlders, and your decent for your first mission, you just couldn’t seem to completely grasp onto the fact that you were now a demon. it was dark down here, really dark. the black contrasted soheavily against the white you’d been used to seeing, your now red eyes scanned the area silently, not the same rowdy smiling figure you were before.

you felt that the change in personality also came with the territory of black wings and red eyes, one of the many things that changed on you in a matter of seconds. you hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodbye to jiwoo, apologize for not listening and give her one last hug. she was probably somewhere in the sky above you, shaking her head and crying at the fact that she’d lost one of her friends to the likes of an otherworlder. although you missed her, you couldn’t seem to find it anywhere in your heart to care anymore. what was done was done, and it couldn’t have felt any better.

she was going to continue saving human souls in hopes to save them, giving them comforting words as you once tried to do. she was walking around on white clouds, walking with no worries with her bright wings and glowing halo showing her innocence. you were now the opposite; enclosed around black, walking around rocky hard floors with jet black wings. your dress had faded slowly over time, only darkening to charcoal once you touched the depths of hell. you now wore sneakers, protecting you against the heated rocks along the floor, color matching the environment. something you’d noticed since you’d gotten here was that the longer you stayed, the more you started forgetting. it has started off small; little things like funny jokes you’d heard, or insignificant events you had experienced in heaven. slowly, it got worse, moving on to places you’d been, or faces you’ve seen. by now jiwoo’s face resorted to nothing but a blob, the only prominent feature being her golden hair. another thing you’d noticed was the more you forgot, the more you changed personality wise. as more memories disappeared, being replaced by new ones, you realized that you started to care less. you were overlooking anything that could be considered bad, it was as if it was normal. along with that, anything that was considered good sent a shiver down your spine. it twinged a nerve in your back that made you cringe and look away in disgust. was this how it was being an otherworlder? before, you couldn’t believe at first why they acted the way they did, but now that you had gotten the chance to think like one, you understood. you were changing so much, yet you still weren’t even sure how long you had been down here. in your eyes, it didn’t feel like long.

that’s why it shocked you so when you found out that you had been here for four months. four months since you’d last been on earth, four months since you’d lost your purity. four months since you first walked into the gates of hell with mingi at your side.

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w i n g s || song mingi smut

warnings: demon!mingi, angel!reader, corruption kink (i think), possessiveness, religious mentions, oral, smut, spanking, exhibitionism (???)

pairings: mingi x reader

word count: 8.8k

a/n: this wasn’t requested, but a conversation one anon and i had about red haired mingi inspired me. once again, he is a soft dom because when i write about him i just can’t seem to portray him any differently.

thank you to my baby @blandbeef for helping me with editing this! you’re a true angel ♥️

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Indulgence

Warnings: smut, they fuck in a confessional booth I hope no one gets offended this time 🥴🥴

A/N: it’s back hhhhh made this one for the nonny server and for you Mingi SLUTS

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The church barbecue was something you’d been dreading for a while now. It wasn’t that you didn’t like going to church, most of the people there were pretty nice, albeit a little strange, but nice, and the church itself was very pretty.

Your only problem was with one specific boy. Song Mingi. He’d seemed pretty nice a few years back when you were both in youth group together, but time had corrupted him and made him less and less appealing to you.

To your parents, Mingi looked like the perfect church boy. Every Sunday he walked into church, greeting everybody with a wide smile and politely asking about their week. He always wore a blue dress shirt that he would keep the sleeves rolled up on, tucked into black dress pants.

But no one else saw the looks he’d give you while your family sat together at church. No one saw him whispering sinful words into your ear after church, looking just like polite conversation.

He was entirely corrupted, and it seemed unfortunate for you, because you’d used to think he’d be great husband material someday. Back when he was short and shy, rocking his gelled blue hair and a shirt that said “I ♥️ JESUS” on it. He was a complete dork, but adorable to you back then.

And then puberty hit him, and so did the train of corruption. He started sneaking out of church to make out with other church girls, those who were definitely not holy in the eyes of god.

Now he was tall, hot and wore a smirk on his face at all times. And he was taking an interest in you, of course. He loved nothing more than taking church girls and trying to corrupt them.

But you were standing your ground strong. Even if your parents were adamant on you accepting his dinner invitations or offers to help you with bible study at his home. You wouldn’t cave into what he wanted.

He was the reason you were dreading this church barbecue. It would just be another few hours of adults talking while the youth and children are left to their own devices, which would mean a lot of flirting from Mingi.

And maybe you weren’t entirely innocent in this situation. Your friend had told you before that Mingi came on strong to her and she rejected him and told him to stop and he did immediately, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do the same. The thoughts of him that ran through your mind were shameful, something you would ask forgiveness for during your nightly prayers, though it didn’t seem to be working.

So now your sat at the barbecue, Mingi and his family all crowded around you and yours at a rather small table at the request of your family. Mingi was making small talk with you which seemed really nice on the surface, but if you were to get a bit closer, you would notice the smile on Mingi’s face was actually a smirk, and that the hand that seemed to be on his lap was actually on yours, sliding up and down your thighs slowly.

You kept a clenched smile on your face as he spoke, giving small remarks back as to not arouse suspicions. His hand was warm and gentle and it made everything worse. You were getting turned on, sucked into the intoxicating vortex of his mind and the path it was heading down.

After a while, most people had finished eating and were simply chatting, children running around the room and laughing and Mingi seemed to be getting restless, squirming constantly and eyes unwilling to focus.

At that moment, his hand slid a bit too high and his fingers grazed over your core. You and Mingi both gasped in unison, you from the shock, him from the feeling of the wet patch soaked through your panties.

“I’m gonna go explore” you said, which wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary for you, your family muttering out approval in return as you stood up.

As you walked away, you heard someone yell “Y/N wait!”. You tensed up, turning around and seeing your family smiling and encouraging Mingi to go ‘exploring’ with you.

As much as you would have liked to deny it, you didn’t have much of an excuse as you weren’t sure where you yourself were going. Your mind reeled, having been debating going to the confessional booth and asking forgiveness for your sinful thoughts or going to the bathroom and committing more sinful acts on yourself in the stall.

You nodded at your family’s request, faking a smile as Mingi walked alongside you. Your vision was unfocused, arousal being the only thing that consumed your mind as you made your way towards the confessional booth.

“Where are we going?” Mingi asked, signature smirk still on his face, lingering too close for comfort next to you.

“I’m going to the confessional booth to ask for forgiveness for what you’ve done. You might want to consider it,” you spat back at him, “I don’t really care what you wanna do. But that’s what I’m doing.”

Mingi let out a hum in response, still following you. You felt your vision close in on the confessional booth and your head felt like it was gonna cave in, you knew exactly why Mingi was still following you and you weren’t sure how to go about stopping him, or if you even wanted to stop him, but you kept your sights set, opening the door to the booth and peeking inside, seeing if anybody else was in there.

Once the coast was clear, you went inside, feeling Mingi’s body closing in on you closely before your own body was shoved against the wall of the booth.

It was small, a tight fit, but it was entirely intoxicating as Mingi pressed his lips against yours, causing a whimper to fall from your mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Mingi groaned against your lips, hands finally returning to your thighs, lifting up your dress and pulling it off you.

“Mingi what are we doing?” You said against his lips, panting into his mouth.

“Well I don’t know about you but I was hoping we were about to fuck in this confessional booth,” he chuckled, equally as breathless.

“Mingi this is a sin in the eyes of god, we can’t do this,” you groaned as he pulled your panties down and ghosted his fingers over your core.

Opposite to your words, your legs spread, allowing more room for Mingi as his fingers rubbed circles over your clit. You were extremely sensitive, you’d only done this to yourself once when you were younger, and that’s when you were unaware of the consequences.

“Actually, I think we can, if you want to,” you said, “maybe afterward we can ask god to turn a blind eye to us just this once, if you so wish my sweet girl.”

One of Mingi’s fingers came down to your entrance, carefully and slowly pushing in with a groan from his lips.

Your lips stayed sealed, attempting to keep in the curses that wanted so desperately to tumble from your mouth. It didn’t hurt, it was just a little strange having something inside you.

Mingi’s finger moved slowly, in and out of your entrance, kissing you softly and shushing you whenever you tensed up.

After a minute, Mingi pulled his finger out, leaving you whining into his mouth at the loss of contact until you felt two fingers around your rim.

You looked up at him nervously biting your lip, meeting his eyes. His fingers stopped moving, smiling softly down at you as his free hand came up to caress your face, “are you okay? Do you wanna stop?”

You positively melted at the contact, shaking your head no, “if you stop now I will personally use the rest of my time in this confessional booth to curse your name and pray for Jesus to send you to hell.”

Mingi snorted, laughing against your lips and leaning in to kiss you again as he pushed in two fingers. Your eyes squeezed shut. His fingers were long and felt a bit intrusive in your body, it was strange, and Mingi could sense it, pulling back again and keeping his fingers still.

“You’re doing so well for me baby, my pretty girl,” he said, thumb running along your cheek softly and waiting until you nodded to continue pushing his fingers inside you.

After a few minutes, the feelings of discomfort started to diffuse, leaving pure pleasure in its wake and causing a lewd word to spill from your lips.

“That’s my girl, pretty girl with a dirty mouth, knew you had it in you” Mingi chuckled, his fingers moving in and out of you faster than before, scissoring and stretching you well.

“Fuck Mingi, another finger, please” You whimpered, head falling back against the wall as his fingers moved. They were skilled and warm and hit every spot inside you perfectly.

Mingi pulled his fingers out a bit to slip in a third finger, making you let out a sinful gasp, rather loudly, as he began moving them again.

“Are you okay baby girl? Does it hurt?” He asked, moving slowly and cautiously as you bucked your hips up to him.

“Little bit, it’s okay just keep going,” you breathed out, leaning your head against Mingi’s shoulder and biting roughly to reduce the pain.

“Fuck,” Mingi growled, leaning into you, making his covered cock brush against your thigh, “run your nails down my back baby, mark me, show everyone I’m yours.”

You nodded into his neck, fingers pressing desperately into his back. He was broad and warm and you could feel the rumble of a growl in his throat at the contact.

“Mingi please fuck me, I’m ready please,” you moaned, fucking yourself on his fingers.

Mingi nodded and pulled his fingers out of you, quickly fumbling with his belt and pants and yanking them down along with his boxers just around his knees.

As Mingi searched his pockets quickly to pull out a condom, you snuck a peak at his cock. It was long and leaking, thick veins going down the sides. It was stained a beautiful pink colour and twitched a bit every time it rubbed against his stomach, showing every bit of how desperately he wanted you.

“Like what you see baby girl?” Mingi smirked at the embarrassed blush that crept up on your cheeks as he rolled on the condom, lining himself up with you.

“You still wanna do this baby girl? You can back out at any time, I won’t be mad, promise,” he said, making sure to keep eye contact with you to look for any form of hesitation.

“Make me fucking scream,” you said, a dark look in your eyes making Mingi’s breath hitch, nodding as he pushed in.

You could feel every vein in his cock throbbing inside you, the curve of his cock filling you perfectly.

“Fuck me,” you whined, lifting one of your legs and wrapping it around Mingi’s waist so he could get a better angle inside you.

Mingi took it upon himself to lift you up by both legs, pressing you into the wall as he pushed himself inside you entirely, gasping as he bottomed out.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he gasped, hooded eyes looking at you for a nod so he could move.

As you gave him the signal, he pulled himself out of you to the tip before pushing back in. His thrusts were slow but rough, forcing you to feel every bit of him as he thrusted.

Your nails ran over his neck and shoulders, trailing down his back, just to make him shiver and stutter for you again.

“Faster Mingi please,” you whispered, leaning in and kissing him roughly.

Mingi adjusted your position ever so slightly before his hips began moving faster. The sight of him thrusting in and out of you and the expertise of his sinful hips had you moaning, head falling back against the wall.

“So hot, fuck” Mingi said against your mouth, his hold on your hips stuttering a bit.

“Stop,” you said suddenly, squirming out of Mingi’s grip.

Mingi looked panicked to say the least, pulling out of you and looking at you with concern in his eyes. The tears of pleasure in your eyes seemed to be mistaken as sadness and regret for him, as he leaned in and wiped them away, kissing them off your cheeks and mumbling sweet compliments to you.

“Are you okay? What happened? Do you regret it? Fuck you were a virgin and I just took that from you and-” he asked as he pulled back.

“Mingi, I’m fine,” you laughed a bit, trying to lighten the mood. He looked a bit confused as you pushed him back, making him sit down on the chair in the booth, “I wanted to try riding you. Sorry, I should’ve said that first.”

The relief that washed over Mingi’s face made the tension in your body release before he spoke, “yeah, fuck of course, don’t apologize it’s okay it’s your first time, just want it to be perfect for you.”

You smiled at him and sat down on his lap, making him return the smile. You gripped onto his shoulders, lifting yourself up and then sinking down onto his cock slowly.

The angle was way better, and this way you could look down at Mingi and see the pleasured look on his face.

“Fuck, yeah that’s so good baby girl,” he said, allowing his hands to grace your hips softly, gently rubbing over them as you moved.

You took what you’d seen from the R Rated movies you’d watched before and put them to use, grinding your hips down on him and letting his cock hit every spot inside you.

Your hips stuttered and you gasped as he hit one specific spot. His signature smirk came back to his face as he spoke, “yeah, did I hit your g spot baby?”

“M-my what?” You squeaked out, body still shaking from the wave of pleasure that washed over you.

“Your g spot baby, the spot inside you that makes you feel really good and can make you squirt if I fuck you hard enough,” he said, his hips moving in time with yours to rub against your g spot and give you constant stimulation.

You nodded in response, lifting yourself up and beginning to properly ride him. It was tiring, your thighs burned, but it felt so good that you couldn’t care less.

Your hands went to Mingi’s hair, running through it gently and allowing your nails to scrape against his scalp.

Your hips moved faster as you felt heat beginning to coil in your stomach, your movements were erratic and uncontrolled, and Mingi could tell you were about to cum.

One of his hands came back down to your core, rubbing your clit quickly as he felt his own stomach coiling with heat.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re gonna make me cum, are you gonna cum all over my cock baby? Gonna be a good girl for me?” He whispered seductively in your ear as he began thrusting, meeting your hips with his own quickly.

You nodded, biting your lip. You didn’t trust yourself to not scream at the feeling as you clenched around him, feeling waves upon waves of pleasure fish through your body as you came around him.

“Fuck,” Mingi groaned loudly his cock twitching inside you as he shot his load into the condom.

As you both came down from your highs, you pulled off of him before collapsing into his chest.

He pulled you close and rubbed your back softly, rocking you back and forth as you came back down to reality.

“Are you in any pain my love? Are you okay?” He asked, pressing small kisses against any bit of skin his lips could reach.

“No I’m okay,” you mumbled, though your thoughts began running a bit. You had just had your virginity taken by Song Mingi, who had spent the past months trying to get into your pants. And now he was probably just going to get up and leave and never talk to you again. He would probably laugh about you with his friends and go find some other girl to fuck next Sunday.

“Are you sure? You don’t seem fine,” he said, his thumb running over the few tears that had escaped your eyes.

You pulled back, not meeting his eyes as you nodded and stood up from his lap.

He looked concerned to say the least, but got up as well, pulling off the condom and tying it, putting it down on the chair as he got dressed again.

You put your panties back on, sniffling softly as your mind continued reeling. You didn’t regret it, but now that you were sure you weren’t going to get anymore attention from Mingi, your heart was breaking.

You felt Mingi come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and moving your hair out of the way to press soft kisses to your neck.

“You’re crying, why are you crying? What’s wrong my love?” He asked gently.

You shook your head, “it’s stupid. I just, I don’t want to lose you I guess?”

Your voice was quiet and soft and Mingi listened closely as you rambled a bit about how you were feeling in that moment.

He shushed you quietly and comfortingly as he heard panic rise in your voice, “hey, Y/N it’s okay, I’m not going anywhere okay? I’m sorry I went about this wrong. I should’ve asked you on a date before, so you’d know this isn’t all that I wanted.”

Your ears perked up a bit. It seemed far too cliche for Mingi to like you, as he treated you exactly how he’d treated any of his other fucks before this.

“Y/N, you’re beautiful. You have a pure and beautiful heart and I would never want to just take advantage of that, will you be my girlfriend? Or at least let me take you to dinner?” He asked, spinning you around to face him.

Your eyes were red and swollen, tear tracks down your cheeks and lip bitten to the point of swelling, but Mingi looked at you like you hung the stars and the moon for him, awaiting your response.

You smiled at him, returning his glance as you nodded, leaning up and kissing him softly on the lips, a feeling you could definitely get used to.

Mingi held your hand softly as you walked out of the confessional booth with him, meeting the frantic eyes of your family as soon as you walked out.

“Y/N!! We’ve been looking around everywhere for you we were so worried-” your mom said, stopping in her tracks as she noticed your hand holding Mingi’s.

She eyed you a bit suspiciously, a smirk on her face as she looked between you both, and though she didn’t say anything, you knew what she was thinking.

“Mom we were just discussing homework okay, get your mind out of the gutter,” you said quickly as you shook your head.

Your mom burst out laughing in response, “I know sweetie, you would never do anything like that, but we should probably get going home. Mingi your family has already left because your dad had to go to work, I told them we’d give you a lift home.”

Mingi smiled graciously and nodded in response, “that would be great, thank you.”

As you all walked out of the church, you and Mingi trailing behind your parents, Mingi discreetly disposed of the condom in a large garbage bin outside, winking at you. And if your parents had any other suspicions about you two, they didn’t say anything.

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