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malereaderpage · 2 years

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grind on | hamada asahi

► asahi x bottom virgin male reader

► smut

"what club is this exactly, haru?" you ask your friend. he smirks at you. "a gay bar, duh." he answers your question. "why are we at a gay bar exactly?" you question him. "to loose our virginity, dumbass. come on, don't you get horny frequently? now that we are of legal age, let's get our grind on." says haru. 'he does have a point.' you think to yourself. you give in. "alright, alright." haru claps his hands in excitement. "okay, let's have a few shots just to get us tipsy, i'm sure we'd like to remember this unforgettable night!" he squeals.

you chuckle and nod in agreement. "okay, now, let's split up and meet here again at midnight which is in four hours. if something goes wrong, call me my phone will be off of silent but please just call me if it's something serious, got it?" you hum in response. "got it, i will and same goes for you, haru."

the two of you split up. you roam around inside the club, not sure how to do this. you don't have alot of experience, especially when it comes to wooing someone. you sigh and lean against the wall. "what am i doing?" you mumble, asking yourself. you look up and allow your eyes to scan through the dance floor of dancing guys. a few catches your eyes but you don't dare go up to any of them, too scared that'll you'll just embarrass yourself.

while you contemplate your life choices, someone has you peeking their interest. he stops a waiter and whispers something in his ear, still keeping his eyes on you. the waiter nods and approaches you. "hey, uh, someone told me to tell you to meet him in room 569." he leaves before you can interrogate him.

after a few moments of silent conflict, debating in your head to go or not, you decide to go. 'come on y/n, you came here to loose your virginity. oh god, please be a young handsome man and not a old creepy guy.' you think to yourself as you approach room 569. you knock on the door, hearing no one you invite yourself in and close the door behind you. there's no one. you sit on the bed that's provided. you stare at your lap until a knock rings through your ears, making you look up.

you gulp. the door opens and it reveals a handsome looking guy. you feel yourself relax and you mentally sigh in relief. 'good lord he's hot.' you think to yourself. "are you the one that told that waiter to tell me to meet in this room?" you ask him. closing the door behind him and leaning against the wall, his hands sliding into his pant's pockets he nods in response. "you are of legal age, right?" he inqures. you nod. "...why?" you ask him. he pushes himself off of the wall and approaches you. you lean back when he reaches the bed, his hands on both sides on the bed next to your thighs. "because i want to fuck you." he says lowly. "that's if you grant me permission to, of course." he adds. your heart skips a few beats.

you are nervous yet excited, already you can feel your starting to become hard. "may i fuck you?" he questions, his hand goes onto your thigh and he squeezes, making you gasp as your breathing escalates. "y-yes." you stutter. "what's your name, pretty boy?" his hand travels up further. "y/n." you reply. "w-what's your n-name?" you curse yourself mentally, still very nervous so you can't help your stuttering state. "asahi." he tells you. asahi comes closer and you find yourself moving back so that he can hover above you properly. he senses your nervousness. "no need to be nervous, y/n."

"is this your first time?" he asks you. you nod in response. "well then you are in good hands," he reassures you. "i'll be careful." asahi adds, leaning in. his lips meets your neck's skin. "don't be," you tell him. he pulls back and smirk. "if you can handle a second round, i promise i'll be anything but careful." you are definitely hard by now and a feeling of thrill rushes through your body. you only nod. asahi leans back in but this time he captures your lips. while he kisses you, you allow his hands to roam across your body.

your hands on the other hand is positioned awkwardly by your chest, not really sure where to put them. asahi's hands comes in contact with yours and he guides them to his head. asahi pulls back slightly. "grip them and tug on them as hard as you like, play with them if you want to." he tells you. his voice is just so attractive you almost don't get what he said. just like asahi told you, you grip his hair and he goes back to making out with you. "open your mouth, pretty boy." he says. you oblige and you gasp when his tongue slips past your lips. asahi's hands travles to your thighs and then your legs, wrapping them around his waist.

you whimper when your crotches brush against each other but you moan when asahi sucks on your tongue. becoming desperate for friction, you buck your hips against asahi's. asahi groans. he wraps his arms around you as he sits on his knees, you sitting on his lap. he breaks the kiss and trails wet kisses from your jaw to your neck and then sucks. you moan, tugging on his locks which makes asahi grunt, loving the way you are handling his hair. asahi pulls back, your arms around his neck. "let's get rid of this shirt, hm?" you allow him to take off your shirt. "c-can i take off yours?"

asahi finds it cute how you shyly ask. he nods in approval and you take off his shirt. asahi lies you back down and he discards your pants and boxers, you doing the same to asahi. asahi hovers above you, kissing from your chest to your lower stomach. you gasp once again when his mouth comes in contact with your hard dick. you grip the sheets as he begins to suck you off. his tongue works expertly as he licks and swirls your dick. "f-fuck." you choke out. "does it feel good, pretty boy?" he asks you as he strokes your shaft. you hum and nod. "so good," you say breathlessly.

asahi picks up his pace and you begin to become a whiny mess. you feel tension build up within your stomach and you arch your back. "hmm, i'm gonna c-cum!-" you are cut off by your orgasm hitting you. you gasp in surprise and girp asahi's hair as he works on your hole, licking it your rim. "this is gonna feel very weird at first, y/n." he warns you and his finger slips inside of you. he's right, it does feel weird, however, as you get use to the feeling he adds another finger in attempt to stretch you out and you start to become more vocal which tells asahi he can speed up and does just that.

as your second orgasm for the night builds up, asahi stops and you whine in protest but immediately stop once you feel asahi's dick run against your entrance. "this'll hurt but i'll be careful as possible." he alerts you. you nod and grip his shoulders for moral support. he enteres slowly and your grip on asahi's shoulders tightens, your short nails digging into his skin. once fully inside he distracts you by praises and soft gentle kisses.

after a few minutes you feel yourself relax around him. "o-okay, you can move." you inform him. asahi thrusts are slow and gentle, your whinning drives him crazy but he controls himself from fucking you mercilessly.

"f-faster...p-please," you beg. "as you wish, pretty boy." asahi's thrusts escalates and you become a moaning mess, skin slapping much more audible and asahi's groans and grunts are much more frequent. your moans are driving asahi crazy. he loves the way you clench around him. "fuck." he curses under his breath. you hum in content as he continues to pound into you, you moan loudly when he hits a certain spot and asahi smirks. "right here huh?" you only nod in response as your grip on the sheets tighten.

you arch your back and your hands finds asahi's back and you can't help but scratch at his back as he continues to abuse your prostate again and again, familiar feeling builds up within your stomach the second time. your dick leaks of precum, aching to be touched as your orgasm nears. one of asahi's hands grips your dick roughly which makes you gasp and asahi sees this as a opportunity to kiss you, shoving his tongue into your mouth and you moan into the kiss. asahi begins to stroke you, matching the speed of his thrusts.

"ah!" you moan again, only for it to travel into asahi's mouth. you arch your back which causes breaking the kiss, asahi's lips attacking your neck. you cum and asahi then focuses on reaching his own high. "where can i cum, pretty boy?" he pants, close to cumming. you whine, sensitive after cumming. "i-inside of me." asahi nods and cums inside of you. asahi pulls out, still hovering above you he smirks. "next time i won't be as gentle. here, to contact me. let's meet up soon, pretty boy."

with that, he get's off of you and get's dressed, leaving you alone in the room. you squeal, beyond content. "wow. that was amazing." you say to yourself. "i can't wait to tell haru. and i can't wait to meet up with asahi again."

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naesarangyunho · 1 year

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Safety Net- Choi San X male reader

[I don't own these images credits to the original owners]

TW: DISCUSSION OF AN ABUSIVE PAST RELATIONSHIP, PANIC ATTACKS

SFW

(Mature themes though- discussions of sex, cursing)

A/N: I don't usually write hurt/comfort or angst but I was listening to Safety Net by Ariana Grande and this came to mind. I'm not sure if this is good or not since it's a little out of my comfort zone but I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I know that people experience things differently and handle them differently too, so what I wrote may not apply to everyone and I don't pretend to know how others feel about certain things.

Synopsis: After being in a heavily toxic and abusive relationship that left him losing all faith in love and relationships, San seeks out a casual lover. However, soon enough things become not so casual and San falls in love and the thought absolutely terrifies him.

Contains: mentions of an abusive past relationship, panic attacks, angst, hurt/comfort, there's a happy ending though so dw!

[Word count: 4.4k]

Profound revelations. Most often they are triggered by something significant. You win a massive tournament and as you hold the trophy you realise that hey, you're actually pretty amazing. Or perhaps it comes to you when your newborn baby is laid in your arms and as you look into their little face you suddenly realise just how much you love being alive. Or when you look into the eyes of your partner as you exchange wedding vows, and you become aware of the overwhelming love you feel for them and have it slam you hard in the chest. But for San, when his revelation struck him there was no significant trigger nor any significant event. When his revelation struck him it was at eleven pm at a table by a 24/7 convenience store window.

He hadn't meant to stay that long at Y/n's home; he usually made an effort to leave as soon as possible after hookups and avoided staying the night but sometimes he couldn't help himself, losing track of time as his gaze washed over Y/n and his post-sex glow, his sleepy eyes and his warm, lazy smile as he curled up in bed afterwards.

San hadn't been looking for anything serious in the beginning, he really hadn't, and he had made that clear in his online dating profile. And had made it clear once more that he only wanted casual sex when he went home with y/n the first time. He hadn't provided reasons as to why he felt that way, not feeling comfortable enough to open up about his ex-girlfriend and how things had ended up with her, and although San could sense that Y/n wasn't entirely happy with the way things were, he never pushed San. San respected that about him.

He got along very well with y/n and things with him had been good. Too good, San later discovered. Somewhere along the line, the hookups grew in frequency. As he grew more comfortable with Y/n, he spent more time with him and soon started staying over more often than he'd like to admit. Spending the night started leading to getting breakfast together which started bleeding into lunches and eventually into this: convenience store cheese and sausage tteokbokki and carefree laughter as they relayed childhood stories.

It was somewhere within that time frame that as his eyes traced y/n's lips as he spoke, thinking of how beautiful his smile was instead of only thinking about the things that mouth could do, that San's revelation had struck him. No heavily significant occurrence or life-changing event- just the warm, dorky smile of the man he was sleeping with.

His heart dropped into the pit of his stomach and his smile faded. Panic settled in the empty space in his chest where his heart had been less than a minute ago, his grip tightened on his disposable fork and sweat slowly began to bead on his temples.

His throat was tight and when the man across from him murmured a gentle, "San, are you alright?" he had struggled to croak out a response.

"Yes, I'm okay. My throat is just a little dry." He rasped. Bullshit excuse.

Y/n got up without any hesitation, only thinking of helping San, "I'll go get you some water, just hang tight."

San offered him a weak smile, "Thank you."

The soft smile he gave San in response shot straight through his heart and he watched him disappear into the aisles. 'Fight or flight?' he considered as he heard the fridge towards the back of the store click open in the silence of the store. His leg bounced under the table as he considered things.

Flight.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and pulled up his chat with his friend and roommate Yunho.

Me: hyung I need u to call me in 2 mins and pretend there's an emergency

Tall mf: what? What's wrong? I thought you were with y/n??

Me: plz just do it

Tall mf: fine.

True to his word, San's phone began ringing just as Y/n sat down in front of him again, the loud ringtone slicing harshly through the silence of the store.

Y/n pushed San's water towards him with that signature warm smile that always had San's stomach doing flips.

San held up his pointer finger and answered his phone, "Sorry, one second."

"Hyung?" San answered the phone feigning surprise at the sudden call from his friend.

"Hi. You wanted me to call but I don't know what you're expecting me to say."

"What? Wooyoung did what?!"

"Uh… He's done a lot of things this evening. Nearly burned our home down trying to make some flambé crap."

"Shit, wooyoung burnt himself? I'll be home in ten minutes."

"Choi San you better tell me what the fuck is going on when you get home."

San just hung up on him and looked back at Y/n who had concern painted all over his handsome face- he was work colleagues and good friends with Wooyoung.

"Woo burnt himself? Do you need me to help take him to the hospital?"

Why the fuck did Y/n have to care so much? Why did he have to be so kind? None of this was making it easier on San. He felt sick.

He shook his head, "No, it's not that bad. Yunho just doesn't know how to treat it."

Another bullshit lie- Yunho had a qualification in first aid.

"Oh, well, do you need me to drive you home?"

San stood up and shook his head once more, "It's alright, I'll get an Uber. It'll be quicker."

He passed some money over to him to pay for their impromptu late-night meal and grabbed his things.

"Hey, you don't need to-" Y/n started but the door had already shut behind San.

Y/n stared at the glass door, watching San's form fade into the darkness outside until he could no longer see him. A feeling of unease settled in him and he had no idea why.

***

"San, respectfully, you look like crap. What the hell happened?" Yunho said from where he had been standing in the entryway waiting for San to come home, concern racing through his system.

"I-" San looked like he was going to cry and Yunho panicked. He wrapped an arm around his friend and roommate and guided him to the sofa in the living room.

San sunk into the couch and leaned against his tall friend and Yunho wrapped an arm around him.

"Speak please, San-ah. You're kinda scaring me."

San was silent for a moment longer, staring at his lap, before finally speaking up.

"I- I'm in love."

"Jesus, San. I thought someone died." Yunho breathed in relief but tightened his arm around his friend.

"With Y/n?" Yunho queried and San nodded.

"San, it was bound to happen. You spend so much time with him. You've even introduced him to us."

San buried his face in Yunho's shoulder, "I know, I just-"

San choked out a sob that had Yunho's heart aching, "I'm so fucking scared, Yu."

Yunho turned to wrap both his arms around San and pull him to his chest in a warm hug, "Sannie, it's alright. You don't need to be, especially not with Y/n."

"I know, Yunho but after her I just-" San started properly crying as memories of his ex-girlfriend surfaced in his mind. Memories he'd so desperately tried to forget.

"Y/n isn't her. He wouldn't do that to you."

"Yunho, you don't know that. She was sweet in the beginning too."

"Sannie, she's not worth thinking about, try and forget her, please. I know she hurt you but that was over a year ago now. Don't let her ruin this for you too. You deserve to be happy, San. You really do."

"I'm trying, hyung. I'm trying to…" San's breathing started picking up as memories started pouring into his thoughts. Screams. Slaps. Broken glass.

"Sannie, I need you to breathe for me."

"Yunho, I'm scared. Yunho, it hurts. Yunho, I'm scared. Yunho, I-"

His throat closed up and his vision started going fuzzy as panic completely overtook him.

"Sannie, remember your breathing exercises. Count for me, please."

"One hundred, ni-" San tried to croak out and Yunho tried to calm his own breathing, placing San's hand on his chest.

"Come on, Sannie. Like that."

"Yunho, I cant-"

"Yes, you can. You've got this."

San's breathing slowed down just the slightest.

"Here," Yunho helped San down onto the living room carpet, "Head between your knees."

San followed Yunho's instructions and tried his best to anchor his mind to the steady circles Yunho rubbed into his back. He struggled for a while longer, desperately trying to purge the panic from his system and clear his foggy mind. After a while, he managed to start gasping out words.

"Ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety…"

"There you go, Sannie." Yunho encouraged gently.

"Ninety-seven, ninety-six…"

Yunho sat down next to him on the carpet and continued to rub his back, patiently waiting until San finally breathed out a gentle, calm "One"

"Are you good now?" Yunho murmured and San nodded, reaching for Yunho. Yunho smiled, opened his arms wide for him and gave him a big hug.

"Just push all of that out of your mind for now, okay?" Yunho murmured and San nodded against his chest, "Okay."

"You'll eventually have to sort this out with Y/n, San, but you've had a stressful night. You should just go get some rest, alright? Reflect on it when you've rested well and have a clear mind."

San nodded again and slowly moved out of Yunho's hold to stand and move to his room. Yunho stood with him and followed.

"I feel so stupid, Yu. I'm sorry for behaving like that." San said as he climbed under his covers.

"Don't apologise and don't feel stupid, Sannie. You've been hurt and naturally, that would stress you out. Your feelings are valid." Yunho said as he tucked San in.

"Thank you."

"Of course. Now get some sleep. " Yunho murmured, handing Shiber to San before leaving the room, flicking the light off as he closed the door.

Yunho was right, he did need to think this through. He needed to remember that things were different now. He pushed the thoughts back, 'just for tonight' he promised himself.

San closed his eyes and fell into an uneasy sleep.

***

It wasn't just for that night like he had promised himself. In the few weeks that passed, San kept pushing both his thoughts and Y/n away.

He came up with constant excuses. He had overtime. He had too much work. He had exams to study for or assignments to work on. Family functions. Anything that seemed plausible when in fact he had mostly been haunting his bedroom, barely getting out of bed. He used up all his sick days at work, fell behind in university course work and barely spoke to his friends outside of Yunho who he lived with and Wooyoung who practically lived in their flat too.

Yunho and Wooyoung's hearts ached to see their friend like this. They didn't want to push him or force him into anything but this was unhealthy. They knew that his ex-girlfriend had messed him up real proper especially since they had been the ones to help put him back together afterwards. They were the ones who helped him through nightmares and depressive episodes and eventually managed to get him to go to therapy.

They knew better than anyone how much the prospect of love scared San after watching him fall further and further apart with and after his ex but they also knew Y/n very well at this point, seeing him more often than would be considered appropriate for what was meant to be a casual hookup. And more so as well when he started working with Wooyoung and hanging out with him outside of work too.

This was inevitable, especially with how San slowly and unintentionally started letting him further and further into his personal life. San trusted him, at least to an extent and perhaps subconsciously but he trusted him nevertheless and they wished San would realise that and do something about the situation he was in.

Luckily the opportunity to fix everything arose just before Yunho and Wooyoung were considering staging an intervention.

San had texted Y/n the shitty excuse that he had picked up a bug and was feeling really sick and naturally concern had taken over on Y/n's part and despite having the feeling that San didn't want to see him he couldn't help but decide to visit him and check up on him.

He had made soup himself and also stopped by the convenience store, the same one that had served as a catalyst, to buy all of San's favourite snacks before making his way to San's flat.

He had been beyond nervous as he knocked on the front door. It had been almost three weeks of almost complete radio silence only disturbed by excuses Y/n had begun to realise were complete rubbish.

After receiving no response, he began to think that perhaps he had made a horrible mistake and turned around to leave but stopped in his tracks as he heard the door handle click and the door open.

He turned around again, heart hammering in his chest but calmed a little when he saw Yunho's head peeking out the doorway before the tall man stepped into the hallway.

"Y/n?"

There was the sound of a door slamming within the flat at the mention of Y/n's name and Y/n frowned as did Yunho whose gaze flicked into the flat briefly.

"Is now not a good time?"

"Not entirely I suppose but I think it's about time something was done about this."

"About what?" Y/n queried, holding the Tupperware of soup tighter at the sense of foreboding.

"Um, just come in and keep an open mind I suppose?"

"You're kinda scaring me," Y/n said as he stepped into the flat, Yunho taking the food from him as he kicked off his shoes.

Y/n followed him to the kitchen and Yunho put the food down on the counter, giving Y/n a questioning look.

"Oh, San said he wasn't feeling well so I made him some soup. It usually helps me when I'm not feeling well."

Yunho stared at him for a moment and then at the bag of snacks, "And you bought his favourite foods and drinks?"

Y/n nodded, "He might not want to eat them right now but perhaps when he's feeling better he'd like them."

Yunho stared at him again and Y/n shrunk a little under his gaze, "What? Did I do something wrong?"

Yunho shook his head, "Nothing at all. I love him but fucking hell San's so stupid sometimes."

"What do you mean?"

Yunho just shook his head, "Go to him. You know where his room is."

Y/n gave him a confused look but followed his instructions. What the hell was going on?

He knocked gently on San's door but got no response so he knocked louder.

"Go away."

Y/n's heart sank a little, "Sannie, it's me."

He was met by silence before finally the door opened to reveal a dishevelled San.

"Come in," he said simply, stepping out of the way so Y/n could do so.

He carefully took a seat on the edge of San's bed as San sat back against his headboard and looked at him silently.

Y/n smoothed his hands out on his thighs nervously, "So, uh, you said you were sick so I made you soup and bought some snacks too. You don't have to eat them right now but-"

"Why the fuck do you have to be so nice to me?" San bit out and Y/n was startled at the tone of his voice.

"Because I care, San."

"We fuck. That's it. You're not my fucking boyfriend so why are you doing this to me?"

Y/n's heart dropped into his stomach and tears pricked at his eyes at San's harsh words but he remembered Yunho telling him to keep an open mind, whatever that meant, so he took a deep breath and swallowed back his tears.

"I know that, San. Trust me, I know that. What exactly am I doing to you that you feel the need to talk to me like that? Did I do something wrong?"

"You're fucking with my head. That's what you're doing."

"San… I don't understand."

San groaned and ran a hand through his messy hair, "Of course you don't."

Y/n just stared at San in confusion, waiting for him to continue.

"What I mean is, why are you like this? Why do you worry about me? Why do you text me during the day? And why the fuck do you smile at me with that warm smile of yours? Why do you have to watch me with that sparkle in your eyes? It's killing me."

"San, I care about you. That's why. I know I'm just someone you fuck but fucking hell do I care about you. I'd drop everything for you. That's exactly why I act like this."

San looked at him and Y/n saw tears brimming in his eyes.

"San, are you okay?" Y/n asked, panicking a little and reaching out to San.

San moved out of his reach, "Don't touch me."

Y/n frowned but retracted his hand, "Okay."

Y/n didn't know what else to say so all he could do was stare silently at San, his heart aching for that other man.

San sniffed, "Do you love me?"

Now that took Y/n off guard. What was he supposed to say in response? Was it a trick question? If he was honest and said he did, would this all fall apart and result in San never wanting to look at him again? If he lied he would feel even worse. He couldn't do that to San. If there was one thing Y/n valued above all else, it was honesty.

"Why do you want to know that?"

"Please, just answer the question, Y/n." San sounded almost desperate and Y/n wanted so badly to reach out and hold him.

Y/n gulped, "Yes. So very much, San. So much that it scares me."

A tear slipped past the confines of San's lashes at his confession, "I'm scared too. I'm so scared, Y/n. So scared."

And then it was like a dam broke in San and tears breached his lashline and wouldn't stop falling. Y/n tried to reach for San again in a panic and this time San let him, sinking into his embrace. Tears bubbled up inside Y/n at the way San shook in his arms.

"Shhh, Sannie. I'm here." Y/n murmured into San's hair as he held him close.

San was soaking his shirt but he didn't care, all he cared about was finding out what had made San this scared. What had San crying like this? He hated seeing him like this. How could he help?

"Will you tell me why you're crying?" He murmured and San pulled out of his hold.

"Can I trust you?" San sniffled and Y/n nodded.

"Of course you can. You can always trust me."

San so badly wanted to believe him.

"Before I tell you why I'm crying, can I tell you something else?"

"You can tell me anything, I'll always listen." Y/n placed his hand on San's knee gently.

San looked down at his hand, he wanted to take it in his. Not yet. He looked up at Y/n's face again. He couldn't see any signs of dishonesty or ill intent.

"About a year and a half before I met you, I was in a long-term relationship with this girl."

Y/n wondered where this was going. His mind started racing but he shoved his thoughts back and focused solely on San's words.

"She was the first person I truly loved. She was everything I wanted. She-"

San took a deep breath and Y/n just patiently waited, stroking his knee gently with his thumb.

"She was the perfect girlfriend in the beginning and then sometime into our relationship something changed inside of her."

San carefully reached for Y/n's hand, seeking some kind of anchor within his emotional turmoil and Y/n instantly took it, letting San squeeze it as he spoke.

"She hurt me very badly. Emotionally and physically,"

Y/n tried to avoid thinking about the various scars he'd seen on San's body and tried to avoid concentrating on the scar that ran along one side of San's forehead but San noticed.

"Yes, she did that. She got drunk and angry and threw her wineglass at me."

Y/n gasped softly and felt tears finally fall from his eyes. He squeezed San's hand tightly but didn't say anything.

"I… I do not feel comfortable going into further detail with everything that happened, I hope you don't mind."

Y/n shook his head, "That's perfectly alright, Sannie. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I respect that."

San gave him a half-hearted grin. It hurt Y/n so badly to see San's usually bright demeanour shattered like this.

San took another steadying breath "The point is, she fucked me up, Y/n. So badly. As cliché as it may sound, I lost faith in love and relationships. The thought terrified me, still does, because I fall in love so deeply and become so completely vulnerable and I'm terrified of being completely vulnerable and getting hurt like that again."

Y/n was silent for a minute, absorbing everything San had told him before he spoke up again.

"Thank you for telling me that and trusting me with that information, San."

San just nodded almost imperceptibly. He didn't know what else to say.

"Will you tell me why you were crying?"

San looked at him, cheeks and lashes still wet and Y/n could see the hesitation in his eyes. Just as Y/n was about to tell him that it was okay and that he didn't have to respond, San spoke up.

"Because I-" San's voice cracked and he paused, calming himself, and Y/n just gave him a reassuring smile and squeeze of the hand.

San gulped, "Because I love you."

Y/n's eyes widened and his breath hitched.

San started crying again and Y/n reached out to slowly cup his face in his hands, giving him time to object but he didn't.

"I'm so fucking pathetic," San muttered through a sob.

Y/n shook his head and stroked San's cheek, "You are not. You are so far from pathetic. I might not know exactly what you went through but you're so strong for moving forward from that. You may not think so, Sannie, but you are so incredibly strong."

"You think so?"

Y/n nodded, "San, I know you're scared but I just want you to know that you don't need to be with me. I meant it when I said I love you. I want you to know that I can be patient. I want to help you learn to love freely again. I want you to know what real love feels like because holy crap do you deserve it."

San leaned into his palm, sniffing and listening carefully, some of his usual light slowly creeping back into his eyes.

"You don't have to be scared of messing up with me. I can be your safety net. I'll be here to catch you every time you slip and fall." Y/n murmured, stroking San's cheeks with his thumbs.

San reached forward to cup Y/n's face in his hands, "Even when I freak out like this?"

"Especially then. I'll hold you through every moment when you feel weak. I'll support you when you can't support yourself."

"Do you mean that?" San asked, giving him a searching look as he wiped his face with his sweatshirt sleeve.

Y/n smiled that warm smile that always had San's heart fluttering, "With everything in me."

San finally offered him a real smile and leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips, "Thank you."

Y/n pressed another kiss to his lips in response, "Thank you for your honesty. I'm really proud of you, Sannie."

San just nodded and pulled back, "Do you mind if I go take a shower?"

Y/n offered him another warm smile, "Not at all. Would you like me to warm some soup up for you in the meantime?"

"That would be amazing, thank you," San replied and pressed another kiss to his lips before hopping out of bed and snatching his towel from his desk chair before going off to the bathroom.

San turned the water on and waited for it to heat up and watched the drops as they fell from the shower head, the sight and sound almost therapeutic. He felt lighter. He felt hopeful. He felt loved. As much as this all still terrified him, he chose to trust Y/n because Yunho had been right, Y/n wasn't her.

San had a chance to start over. He had a chance to learn to love again, to learn to trust again and had someone willing to take things slow. Despite the feeling of uncertainty that still naturally lingered inside of his heart, he truly felt a lot more optimistic. He knew that the road to recovery, per se, was going to be tough and that it would take time to undo the damage that had been done to him, he knew that it was inevitable that he'd struggle and make mistakes but he had Y/n now. He could be free to make those mistakes and go through those struggles because he knew that he would be safe because now he had a safety net.

#choi san #kpop #y/n #kpop fanfic #ateez #San #male reader #san x y/n #San x male reader #ateez angst #san angst #hurt/comfort #ateez san #Spotify #kpop bxb

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abitterboy · 1 year

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The Way You Make Me Feel

-Part One-

Yang Jeongin X Hwang Hyunjin Smut

Summary: Hyunjin wants to teach Jeongin what pleasure really feels like.

Pairing: Jeongin x Hyunjin

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Smut (obviously), Hyunjins a tease and perv lowkey, deep throating, gay (duh), nervous Jeongin, nonverbal consent, oral (m receiving), use of "baby" as a nickname

He was just so pretty. Hyunjin couldn't take his eyes off the younger boy, admiring how his hair fell in his face while he looked down at his phone and how his hands looked wrapped around it. The phone wasn't even phallic shaped but Hyunjin still imagined how it would feel to have his dick in the others hand.

“Hyung what do you think I should do about that part I wasn’t getting right earlier?”

Hyunjin snapped out of his brief daze and pretended to think about Jeongins question.

“I think if you feel the song more and try to relate to the words then you'll be able to find your voice easier. You should also ask Changbin hyung for more directions, he always has adjustments for the better of the piece.”

Jeongin hummed at Hyunjins point and looked back down at his phone. He had the lyrics pulled up and started humming the melody out loud. Jeongin stood up and started singing his part, stopping and starting again when he felt he wasn't doing it right. His right hand moved as he conducted his own pitch and he closed his eyes to better invoke the emotion needed for the song. It was a bit sensual and Jeongin wasn't used to singing this way at all.

Hyunjin saw Jeongins eyes closed and took this as an opportunity to ogle his bandmate out in the open. The sleeveless top and pair of sweatpants were somehow super flattering to Jeongins figure and made Hyunjin feel like he was sinking into his chair. The way Jeongin moved his hand as if conducting made his muscles flex over and over and Hyunjin couldn’t help but stare at them. Working out was definitely in his favor as his toned body was more attractive than ever and Hyunjin was sure to notice the change in the youngers beautiful features.

Jeongins pacing as he sang brought him closer and closer to Hyunjin as he continued to walk. When he turned to face Hyunjin, his eyes remained closed and Hyunjin again took the opportunity to stare at the younger member's body. His chest was visible through the shirt's thin material and Hyunjin swore he could see Jeongins abs too.

Another noticeable thing was the bulge in Jeongins gray sweatpants. He wasn’t hard or anything but Hyunjin couldn't help but stare at the imprint he left in his pants. He licked his lips imagining how Jeongin would pull down his boxers and how he would grab Jeongins dick in hopes of pleasing him. For the longest time, he’s thought of sucking off his bandmate and pleasuring him, hoping to be nothing like he’s ever felt before. With any of Hyunjin's past sexual partners, he’s always been more than willing to go down on them and oftentimes felt like he couldn’t possibly have sex without giving oral first. His dick hardened a bit thinking about all the things he could do to make Jeongin feel good. He wanted to make Jeongin feel amazing. The thought caused him to feel drunk and his mouth watered. Without thinking. Hyunjin put his hand up against his own will and reached out toward the boy as if trying to grab him closer.

“Hyung?”

Jeongins eyes were open and Hyunjin had no idea what he was even doing. He knew Jeongin didn't feel that way, hell he didn't even know if Jeongin was into boys. With a closed eye smile, he hit Jeongins abs a few times trying to make the situation less awkward for himself.

“I was just trying to touch your abs Jeonginnieee! Haha aww. Look at our baby growing up into a man!”

Hyunjin ruffled Jeongins hair as Jeongin sat down next to him with a huff. The training room fell silent as Hyunjin waited for some sort of dialogue to be started to signal that his facade worked.

“Hyung I don't know how I’m gonna do this. I’ve never felt this way before so how am I supposed to portray it accurately?”

Jeongin leaned back in his seat and spread his legs as his hands wiped over his face and pulled his hair back. Hyunjin could’ve drooled as he watched the younger spread his legs but kept his composure. All he could think of was how perfectly he would fit between Jeongin’s legs and how he could very quickly get down on his knees. Jeongins hair fell back down to its place by his eyes as he asked Hyunjin a question.

“Hyung, how did you sing red lights?”

Hyunjin was taken aback and giggled a little under his breath.

“I just thought about how it feels to be in that kind of situation.”

“What kind?”

“The one you're talking about right now. The sexy kind.”

Hyunjin was teasing Jeongin a bit and sat up excitedly when he spoke. Jeongins eyes looked away from Hyunjin as he spoke and it was obvious that the younger was a little nervous about this conversation. Hyunjin contemplated continuing the conversation but decided now was as good a time as any since who knows when this topic will come up next.

“Jeongin have you ever felt lust for someone?”

Jeongins face turned red a bit as he twiddled with the phone in his hand.

“I- I mean yeah. Of course, I have its just-“

“Just what? Did you not act on it?”

“N-no I didn't but I also didn't exactly know what to do.”

Jeongin’s voice shrank as his sentence ended. Seeing his friend get nervous made Hyunjin like the tension he had created. He moved closer on the small couch, placing a hand right next to Jeongins thigh.

“Did they make you nervous or something?”

“Y-yes.”

Jeongin looked at Hyunjins hand. His dick twitched and he was embarrassed at his actions no matter how uncontrollable they were. He felt that he knew what Hyunjin was doing but didn't want to assume anything just yet. Even if he did know, it's not like his nerves would ever let him do anything about it so he tried to give Hyunjin the slightest hint he could.

“He made me really nervous.”

Jeongin looked down at his hands that held his phone and moved it above his crotch to block his slowly forming boner. He sat silently hoping that he didn't say the wrong thing meanwhile Hyunjin just smirked because he knew what to ask next. He moved even closer to the younger, close enough he could almost touch his tongue to Jeongins ear.

“Do I make you really nervous?”

Jeongin mustered up enough courage to look Hyunjin in the eyes but turned his head away almost instantly, or at least he tried to turn it away. Hyunjin grabbed Jeongins face and forced it towards his own, barely leaving room between their lips.

“Well? You gonna answer me?”

Hyunjin was almost whispering as lust took over his tongue and made his words alone sound like sex. Jeongin stayed quiet for a moment then spoke.

“Yes. You make me so so nervous.”

With the hand that wasn't holding Jeongins face, Hyunjin tapped the others nose and spoke.

“That's what I wanted to hear, baby.”

Hyunjin moved his face closer till his lips connected with Jeongins, causing instant shock and heat to flow through the younger. Thankfully, Hyunjin was leading the kiss because Jeongin was practically putty in the older boy's hands. Hyunjin made his way closer to Jeongin and ended up on his lap. His hands tangled themselves in Jeongins hair as Jeongins hands threw his phone to where Hyunjin previously was and made their way to Hyunjins back. He couldn't help but moan into Hyunjins mouth as Hyunjin worked his magic. Jeongin took a chance at biting Hyunjins lip and Hyunjin pulled away with his lip still between Jeongins teeth to let out a moan and roll his hips harder on Jeongin. The feeling was ecstasy for both of them and that drunk feeling Hyunjin had before from just looking at Jeongin was amplified from actually being able to touch and kiss him.

Hyunjin moved down to Jeongins neck in one swift motion of detached lips. Jeongin had never had someone kiss him like this and it left him breathless. His back arched off the couch as he held onto Hyunjins back harder than before, hoping to somehow bring the older boy closer to him even though they were directly on each other already. Hyunjin snaked his hands up Jeongins loose shirt and started softly trailing his fingers everywhere he could. Jeongin jolted and lost the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Aw baby has no one ever touched you like this?”

Hyunjin took off Jeongins shirt with one swift motion as his bandmate shook his head no. Hyunjin cupped his face and kissed his lips once more before pulling away.

“I’m gonna make sure you feel good baby.”

Hyunjin slid his legs from around Jeongin’s lap to the floor. While making eye contact he took his hair tie in his teeth to roll it up his wrist and then used it to loosely tie up his hair. Jeongin thought Hyunjin never looked better than with his hair tied up. It exposed his delicate yet sharp features in ways you couldn’t see if his hair was in the way. Hyunjin truly was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen.

“Can I?”

Hyunjin motioned at Jeongins pants, asking for permission to remove them from the younger. Jeongin lifted his hips a little to signal his consent and Hyunjin hooked his long fingers into the waistband of the sweats to slowly remove them from Jeongin. Once they were gone Jeongin set his hips back on the couch and Hyunjin smiled. The younger was curious as to why his boxers were still on but trusted that Hyunjin knew what he was doing. He was also slightly grateful because, despite his eager dick, he was still very nervous.

Hyunjin wanted to tease Jeongin a little just to have some fun of his own. He moved closer to Jeongins clothed erection and lightly traced his fingers over his dick. Jeongins back arched again as he let out a whimpery breath. Hyunjin used his other hand to hold onto Jeongins left thigh and traced his nail along the inner part of it. Just as Hyunjin has suspected, his friend was a little hypersensitive. It made sense after all these years of unrequited affection and Jeongins twitchy reactions to being touched. Now, Hyunjin had the advantage. Hyunjin found the base of Jeongins dick and lowered his face to it. He wet the end of his tongue and opened his mouth slightly which allowed spit to fall off his tongue onto the younger boxers. Then he slowly licked a stripe up his bandmate's clothed cock. It sent a shiver through Jeongins body. Hyunjin took Jeongins tip into his mouth, boxers and all, and looked Jeongin in the eyes. He sucked it for a moment before releasing it with a pop.

“Ah- Hyung”

Hyunjin smiled at Jeongins whimper and decided to stop teasing him. He tapped Jeongins leg, signaling him to raise his hips again, and pulled down his boxers. Jeongins dick twitched as it was let free from its cloth restraints. Hyunjin let out a small gasp at Jeongins dick. It was a shade darker than him but had a tint of pink on it. Hyunjin instantly wanted to wrap his lips around the pretty thing but waited. He spat on his hand and started jerking Jeongin off from the base to the tip, taking extra time to swivel his hand around the tip. Hyunjins hand felt so good on Jeongin that his leg started shaking. He could feel his muscles spasming slightly at the pleasure. Hyunjin bought his lips down onto the tip of Jeongins dick and Jeongins hand flew to Hyunjins hair. Hyunjin continued to jerk off his bandmate while he sucked on the tip. The feeling sent pleasure to Jeongins entire body. Then in one swift motion, his hands were on Jeongins balls and Jeongins dick was entirely covered by Hyunjins pretty lips. Jeongin lightly pressed Hyunjins head down by accident and felt bad until he heard Hyunjin chuckle around his dick. It sent vibrations so strong that his hand lifted itself off Hyunjins hair.

“Don’t worry about hurting me, baby. Use my mouth as you please.”

Hyunjin went back down onto Jeongins dick and continued to suck him off. He used his tongue every time he went up and hollowed out his cheeks every time he went down. His enjoyment of the activity caused him to moan often and while Jeongin was enjoying it, he knew he wouldn't last much longer this way.

Hyunjin could feel the younger twitch more in his mouth and knew Jeongin was getting close. He took his lips off to speak and used his hand to jerk off Jeongin again.

“You can cum in my mouth baby. Fill me up with your cum.”

Hyunjin deep-throated Jeongins dick to show what he could do to help Jeongin cum and caused the younger to moan Hyunjins name louder than before. Jeongin put his hand back in Hyunjins hair and pushed his head down again to feel his dick fully in Hyunjins warm wet mouth. Hyunjin gagged a little which caused worry but then he remembered what Hyunjin had said. He continued to fuck into Hyunjins mouth, feeling his climax approaching.

“Hyung-ah Im gonna-Im gonna cum!”

With those words, Jeongin shot his cum down Hyunjins willing throat. Some spilled out the sides as Hyunjin kept his lips around Jeongins dick. Once he pulled off he swallowed all the cum he had been given then went back down to lick up the rest that had spilled out, causing Jeongin to flinch in over sensitivity. He used his thumb to clean up his lips then cleaned that off with his tongue.

Hyunjin looked at Jeongin and saw how much of a mess he had made him. Heaving chest and sweaty hair that stuck to his forehead along with a mouth stuck parted in pleasure. He loved it.

Jeongin looked at Hyunjin and saw how much of a mess he had made him. Messy hair and teary eyes along with plump red lips and heavy breath. He loved it.

Jeongin leaned forward, grabbed Hyunjins face, and kissed him deeply. He was tasting himself on his bandmate's lips yet only deepened the kiss. Hyunjin stood up a bit and bent forward to match Jeongins height as Jeongin leaned back onto the couch. He pulled Hyunjin closer to straddle his legs again and Hyunjin was cautious to not touch Jeongins sensitive dick when he mounted his friend's thighs. Jeongins hand shot to Hyunjin’s hard dick that was visibly leaking through his own gray sweats. He started touching it through the older’s clothes and Hyunjin couldn't help but moan into the kiss before releasing his lips from Jeongin’s.

“Are you gonna take care of me baby?”

“After you made me feel like that? I’d be dumb not to try.”

“I’d like to see that.”

“Then let me show you.”

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yukittywrites · 1 year

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Closets After Concerts~

Did I forget I had a tumblr?? Who knows????

warnings// top san, bottom seonghwa, choking, exhibitionism (?),

800 words, sanhwa, 3rd Person POV

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After their concerts, San is always filled with adrenaline. He lives on a high while he's on the stage, soaring in the clouds. After, it's hard to bring him back down.

As the members often laugh about, he ends up hard on stage from his adrenaline quite often, and the stylists arent the greatest at hiding it when he is. Just like how they fail to hide Yunho and Yeosang as well.

Regardless, the easiest way to bring his adrenaline level back down and rid himself of his erection at the same time is by having sex.

So after their most recent concert, San grabs the hand of his prettiest hyung, Seonghwa, into one of their dressing closets, eager to get all of his remaining energy out somehow.

As he pins Seonghwa against the wall, he wraps his fingers around his throat. With the other he frantically begins unbuttoning their shirts, their coats abandoned before they even made it into the closet, yanking them off at a rapid pace. Beyond eager to have Seonghwa screaming under his touch.

Seonghwa hisses beneath his breath, in between his gasps for air, that it's probably not smart for them to fuck in here, but they both know that Seonghwa's just as eager as he is.

So, Sannie ignores him with ease, tugging off the remaining pieces of their clothes and fucking Seonghwa open on his fingers, listening to his pretty gasps with every moment as he covers Seonghwa's mouth with his hand.

He gets the job done quickly, getting three fingers in Seonghwa in record time, and after a while, Seonghwa lacks the energy to try and keep quiet.

Each little quirk of his fingers, pressing onto Seonghwa's prostate, has little whines being pushed out of Seonghwa's mouth, until his cock is hard and dripping onto the floor.

As Seonghwa keeps gasping, whimpering endlessly into his hand he tried to keep quiet with, it begins to fail, and he gets louder.

Seonghwa's post concert high has always faded before San's does.

When he finally pushes in, San groans open-mouthed into Seonghwa's neck, and Seonghwa himself mewls, his back arching against the wall.

By the time he bottoms out, Seonghwa is moaning into his hand, his chest heaving, and when he starts thrusting, Seonghwa's moans only get louder with each one.

Every press hits Seonghwa's prostate with ease, a skill that San's perfected after they've fucked so many times, and he uses it to his advantage.

San removes his hand, the only thing muffling Seonghwa's whiny moans, to grip onto Seonghwa's waist instead, leaving Seonghwa to either grip the wall to keep standing or have his legs give out and cover his mouth.

He ends up grabbing the wall, and pleasure slowly overcomes each one of his senses as San fucks him like a wild animal. The sound of their sweaty skin slapping together is vulgar, almost as much as Seonghwa's moans are, and he knows that there's no way anyone doesn't know what they're doing here.

His voice is sore from performing at the concert, yet that doesn't stop him from moaning like a pornstar as San ramps up his thrusts to an impossible speed, his legs shaking beneath him as his eyes start to close, his moans pitching higher and higher.

When Seonghwa finally orgasms, he almost screams, his eyes rolling back, and San groans against his skin as he cums inside.

Their post concert fuck in the closet brings San's energy level back down to his baseline, yet it depleted Seonghwa's energy into the negatives, and the moment that San lets him go his legs buckle in and he collapses on the floor.

His limbs refuse to cooperate with him as he lays there, and San has to help him get his clothes back on. The closet reeks of sex when they finally leave the closet, and the rest of the members, who took their makeup off in the amount of time it took them to fuck, glare at them annoyedly.

A single glance towards their crotches is a clear explanation, the obscene sounds of them fucking leaving them hard.

And San knows that he doesn't look that bad, or at least not any moreso than he did once he stepped off stage, but Seonghwa is a different story.

It's a testament to just how worked up he is after a concert that he can leave their hyung like this; his voice absolutely shot, hair sticking up madly in every direction, flushed cheeks, wobbly legs and a limp.

His complexion gives away, without a single doubt, what they were doing...that is, if it wasn't obvious by the squeals that Seonghwa made as he was railed into the next dimension...

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mysweetomegamark · 10 months

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MARKJAE FF RECS ao3

Please Read the on ao3 tags if you are triggered by any of these ffs

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xxbangchansidedishxx · 2 years

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Pillow princess Mingi.

Warnings: Smut, forced Feminization, degrading, nipple play, size difference, Bottom Mingi, Top San, name calling, dirty talk, rough sex, creampie, cum eating, pet names, dacryphelia, teasing, butt plugs, cockslut.

This is just a Drabble I posted to Twitter and decided to post here.

-Twitter: CherryCh4nnie

-Ao3: PuppyBoyChan

“Do you want it hm?”

Mingi Looked up at the elder with glassy eyes and his face blushed.

A soft whimper leaving his lips when San slipped his lubed up cock between his cheeks, letting it rub against his hole making it twitch and clench around nothing.

“I said do you want it princess?”

The rapper burned up at the pet name feeling his cock twitch. He didn’t trust his voice to speak but he couldn’t take the teasing anymore.

Defeated he squeaked out

“P-please Sannie, want it so bad.”

San just chuckled stopping his movements and instead gliding his hands up the youngers buff body to toy with his perked up nipples.

“You have such pretty tits Darling.”

He would tease squeezing the soft muscle and pressing them together to create cleavage.

The boy below him was squirming and protesting.

He shouldn’t be getting so turned on by this, they weren’t tits he was a man.

But the way Sxn was speaking to him and touching him expertly made heat coil up in his stomach even if he was ashamed to admit it.

“You love it really don’t you princess?I bet you could cum just by me playing with your nipples, maybe next time we can dress you up in a pretty bralette and I can fuck your pretty tits hm?

Would you like that ?”

The thought made Mingi Whimper out loud and his body arched.

He desperately needed to be fucked.

It was cruel for San to tease him like this really but can you blame him?

The sight of the tall buff man falling apart for him was mouth watering.

The way his face flushed, messy hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and plump pink lips hung open as he let out the most sinful deep moans and occasionally whimpers.

The way his body squirmed with need and tears started to fall down his cheeks as he begged and begged to be filled up.

“S-Sannie please I nngh need it s-so bad.”

His voice came out as a desperate plead.

He’d been so good really, so who was San to deny him?

He’d push his cock into the rappers hole agonisingly slowly, feeling the tight warmth suck him in he’d growl low in his throat.

They looked a sight with Mingi’s long legs thrown over the shorter mans shoulders as veiny hands were tightly gripping his waist, definitely enough to bruise to hold him in place.

San would begin to thrust rough and deep, making Mingi Cry out.

He sounded positively wrecked.

Debauched moans and sobs leaving his lips with every thrust.

“Doing so good for me hm? God it was like you were made to take my cock. My perfect little fuck toy. I wonder what people would say if they saw you completely ruined for me?”

San’s voice was low and the lewd words dripped off his tongue.

“Mmh am your good boy S-Sannie, f-fuck feels so good.”

Encouraged, San picked up his pace, now wrapping one hand around the others red leaking cock and jacking him off fast making his back arch and causing him to yell out.

“You’ve got such a huge cock it’s pathetic you could never fucking use it.

I bet you wouldn’t even be able to fuck me if you tried.

Instead you’ll have to make do with me filling you up.

You love having your slutty hole stuffed so much don’t you princess? Bet you never want it to end.”

The dirty words were the last straw for Mingi,with a broken moan his body convulsed as he shot ribbons of cum all over his abs.

Still thrusting into him San would collect some of the cum on his fingers, bringing them up to the panting overstimulated boys soft lips and rubbing them making them all messy before demanding him to suck.

He’d swirl his tongue around the digits, lapping his cum up like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

The image was so sinful that with a final thrust San would cum deep inside him, slowly thrusting a few more times to fuck his cum back into him before slipping his cock out, the rapper whimpering at the empty feeling.

“S-Sannie.” He’d pant

“Wanna keep your cum inside.”

God this boy was going to be the death of him.

San would reach in the bedroom draw for

Mingi’s blue jewel plug, rubbing it on his rim teasingly before stuffing it in his hole before any more of his cum leaked out.

The boy would sigh contently, holding his arms out gesturing for San to come and lay his head on his pillowy chest to which the blonde happily complied.

Although they were both sticky and sweaty they were content.

“You did so well for me darling.”

San would say, his voice soft as he props himself up to place a gentle kiss to the others lips, the salty taste of cum still present making his head slightly dizzy.

He’d place his head back on Mingis chest snuggling closer to him, wrapped in his embrace.

With heavy eyes and sleep taking over his body the younger would breathe out a slurred

“Thank you Sannie”

Before the two drifted to sleep.

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taehyungisminee · 1 year

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STRAYKIDS - MATES [Part - 7]

Felix breathed with his mouth, body trembling, heart thumping, mind fuzzy and his vision was blurry. Sweat was dripping from every inch of his skin, each particle of his body was revolting against the surrounding yet it was all unclear. Nothing could be understood. He could not even make the outlines of the maids' bodies standing all around him while he was tied up naked to a wooden chair. They had forced some kind of liquid into his body and how his throat was burning as if it was on fire and he couldn't even focus.

"Focus Omega!" Felix heard someone yell. It felt like the only things left were his ears and his sense of touch, rest all of him was dead. The young Omega was trying his best to get through it but he was just too tired. He didn't know how long it had been since he was tied up like this. Questions after questions were thrown at him and he was putting all his effort in to reply in his half-dead state. It had been a while since he realized that the people around him were noting all the marks on his body to make sure that there was no other mark from any other Alpha. "Tell us! Whose mark is this?" The someone yelled again.

Felix let out a whimper, more tears streaming down his eyes as soon as he felt someone touching his inner thigh again. It was Changbin's mate mark. "C-chan-gb-in..." Felix whispered, putting in his all energy to give out the answer. "And this?" Felix whimpered again as someone touched the left side of hic chest, tears coming out like a waterfall. "S-stop...p-pl-ease..." Felix cried out. He wasn't liking this at all. He just wanted to hide in a corner and never show his face to anyone after being exposed in front of people like this.

"Hurry!" A voice from the other side of the white sheet shouted. Officials were not allowed to be the part of the ceremony and hence, the white sheet cum curtain was used to divide the room into two. "He is asking us to stop again and again." One of the maids replied while the other kept on trying to get answers from him. "Use the method Blue." One of the officials replied.

"S-stop...p-pl..." Felix whispered again. He wasn't at all comfortable and he just wanted to get done with it but his mind was too confused to answer. One of the maids got hold of his right feet the Omega flinched as he felt something warm near his skin before he was asked again."Tell us who's mark this is." Felix scrunched his eyes and felt the disgusting finger touching his chest. He opened his mouth to answer but nothing came up since he was so tired."Dip it." Felix let out a bloody scream, eyes widening as he felt his right feet burning inside the pot filled with boiling hot water. It was the same pot that he saw the maids carrying earlier. [ The Poor Boy!]

Felix's right leg was trembling terribly. He tried to pull it out but the maid holding it down didn't let go. The burning water was too much for the young Omega. He was so overwhelmed already and this was just pushing him down the edge. "Stop!" He cried out, trying to pull his leg away but his efforts were useless.

"Think Omega!" The maid yelled. Felix closed his eyes to focus again, this time with pain and opening his eyes back only when he knew the answer."J-sung.." Felix whimpered weakly and his feet was taken out of the hot water as soon as the answer was heard. His right feet was still shaking and he could feel the burn, adding into his pain. "This is the last one, Omega. So, cooperate." The maid said.

"This one...whose mark is this?" The maid's finger touched his neck. Felix was almost out of his conscious by now. It was hard to even make out what the maid said but he knew the style. The maid was touching his neck and he was supposed to tell whose mating mark was it. "Dip it." The maid said, not even giving time to Felix this time before his already burnt feet was being dipped into hot boiling water again. The Omega screamed again, trying to pull his leg away but couldn't.

Felix closed his eyes, trying his best to think. He knew all his mates' marks but he wasn't in the right state of mind to point them out. "H-hyun-jin..." Felix whispered; his voice lower than ever. The maid holding his hand let go of him. Within the next moment, he felt his hands being untied and the rest of it was a blur for him. He was made to drink something again and he felt like he was slipping back into consciousness.

The maids had cleaned his body with a washcloth before making him wear a white silk robe and pulling the curtains down. Felix didn't move an inch all through it. He was too tired both physically and mentally to think about what had happened. All he could do was listen to the small movements that the maids made as they cleaned and sorted everything back to how it was or more like sorted whatever they could because Felix knew that he can never be turned back to how he was. He knew that he would never feel the same again.

Felix didn't even feel the maid fixing his hair and the other maid who was treating his severe burn on the right feet. The physical pain was nothing compared to the pain that his heart was going through. He couldn't even register what had happened, he didn't want to. Is this how he is going to live for the rest of his life? Questions after questions ran through his mind but he couldn't even find one right answer.

"We have done our work here. We will leave." He heard the maids say after a while and the next moment there was no one but him and the officials in the room. "Thanks for your time. The first stage of the ceremony was successful. Is there anything we could do to help you?" One of the officials asked and Felix wanted to claw at them, kill them, scream at their faces but he kept quiet.

"Die." He said, voice unwavering. He sounded like a dead person for a moment. "What?" "Fucking-die." Felix repeated."You are not allowed to use such language with us." Jongsuk replied. "Fucking die." Felix once again said the same thing."Fucking die." It was like the young Omega had gone crazy, repeating the same words several times again. But he wasn't saying these words to the officials...he was talking to himself.

"How dare you disrespect us Alphas?" One of the officials growled at Felix. "Fucking die."You-" Jongsuk stopped the other official from moving towards Felix with his hand while his eyes raked up and down the Omega's body. "There is a different way of doing it." The other officials could see the dark thoughts in Jongsuk's mind as they watched his eyes focusing on Felix's uncovered left leg and thigh.

"Jongsuk! He is still the Royal Omega. You can't!" One of the officials yelled. "We'll leave right away and send one of your close friend inside who seems to have been waiting for a long time." He added before he almost dragged all of them out before Jongsuk let out a huff in discomfort.

"F-felix..." A black-haired Omega, Wooyoung, ran inside the room, gasping as the sight of Felix dawned upon. "Felix!" He shrieked, looking at the horrible state of Felix. "What have they done to you?" Wooyoung whined out before pulling Felix into a hug while the other remained as silent as a rock, not even blinking his eyes in the moment. "Felix...answer me. What happened?" He asked again, shaking Felix a bit but the small Omega didn't budge.

"Felix...please...tell me-" "Don't touch me." Felix finally opened his mouth to say something but there was still no expression on his face. It was still and constant as if you were looking at a portrait. "Felix no-" "I am too unpure to be touched." Felix interrupted and Wooyoung hesitantly pulled away.

"Lixie, please. I am here for you. Everything will be alright." Wooyoung said, voice as soft and gentle as possible. "Close the curtains, extinguish all the fire and leave the room. Allow no one to enter. No one." Felix mumbled, still ignorant to whatever Wooyoung said or did.

The other Omega sniffled before doing just as Felix said. He closed all the curtains and blew off all the light in the room except one in his hands so that he could see. "Felix...I am here. You are not alone." He said, trying one more time to comfort the little Omega sitting dead on the chair. "Leave. Let no one enter. Not even the respected King or the kind Luna." Wooyoung's heart broke at how the Omega refused to even acknowledge the Blood Alpha and Luna as his mates. He felt pain to even watch Felix going through it.

"They are your mates, Felix." Wooyoung's voice broke in the end. He just couldn't bear to think about Felix's pain. The Omega shook his head. "I have no mates now. Mates protect-" "Please, Felix. Have patience. Don't do this to yourself..." "Leave right now." Felix stopped. Wooyoung from speaking. He didn't want to hear anything right now. "Felix-" "Leave." [Felix didn't mean to be rude to his friend. But right now at this moment he was feeling something for the first time. He was feeling betrayed by the one's he respected in the castle, his own mates especially Hyunjin. He felt unpure. He felt disgusted. All the people who promised to protect him were not even there when he needed them the most.]

Wooyoung hesitantly hugged Felix as he started to walk out of the room, doing his duty as Lix's best friend. He couldn't possibly do anything else.

Felix blinked. His irises still fixated on the wall in front of him even when he could not see anything in the darkness. The room had no light. The ball of sunshine himself couldn't feel hope or positive for the first time in ever. It was all just dark, in the room, in his heart, in his mind.

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"Hyung! Hurry!" Hyunjin said as he felt the horse stop. He could smell the castle and knew that they have reached. " I can't even talk to Felix right now! Hurry!" Minho quickly got off the horse before holding Hyunjin by the waist and helping the Luna get down too. "Let's go!" Minho said, hands intertwining with Hyunjin's to help him with the way as the other was running with a blindfold on his eyes.

"Hyung-ah-" Hyunjin said, steps slowing down suddenly. Minho stopped running, looking back to see Hyunjin in pain as he dropped to his knees. Worry instantly filled his heart."Hyunjin?" Minho kneeled next to the Luna who was hissing in pain while trying to form words."My-my f-feet-" Hyunjin stuttered, hands trying to take off his right shoe but struggling because of the lack of sight. Minho understood his actions right away and helped the Luna to take off his shoe, only to gasp at the sight. Hyunjin's right feet was covered with severe burns. Where did he get them?

"What is this? Ho-how?" Minho mumbled to himself, eye's widening. Where did Hyunjin get the burns from? How was this possible? He checked the shoe up and down to see if there were holes but the shoe was completely perfect. "Hyun-g...H-hurts..." Hyunjin whimpered, blindfold getting wet from tears again, hands clutching his own legs as if that could reduce his pain.Minho snapped out of the zone as another whine left Hyunjin's throat, "Hyu...ugh-" "It's okay. Let's get you to a doctor." The elder Alpha did not waste time in picking up Hyunjin before dashing towards the medical chamber in the castle. "F-felix!" Hyunjin whined, hands fisting Minho's clothes chest. "I will go to him right away once I know that you'll be okay." The other replied shortly, mind focused on getting Hyunjin to the chamber first.

Hyunjin whined loudly as his head started to hurt out of nowhere, body sweating heavily, breathing getting ragged. What was happening to him? He felt like he was dying from the pain in his chest that once again surfaced after Chan's allure begin to wore off. He let out a sob, confusion and numbness surrounded his head. He tried to hold his head but couldn't as all his control started to slip.

Hyunjin's heart thumped against his chest, every breath heavier than the last as if he was counting his last breaths. His world felt dizzy even when he was wearing a blindfold. Hyunjin's insides started to burn and he felt like screaming but felt too tired to even move his lips to open. It was all new to him, all new and overwhelming and before he could register anything else, his world stopped.

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Hyunjin scrunched his face, trying to ignore all the screaming in the background. Why can't they let him sleep comfortably? He let out a frustrated whine as the screaming only continued. He wondered who would scream this loudly, like what the hell is them? wrong with "Aish..." He furrowed his brows, feeling more annoyed than ever. He made a mental decision to not be a good Luna for the next few minutes and scream out just the like the person in the background.

"What is wrong-" Hyunjin froze as he took in the surroundings around him. How? Minho was taking him to a doctor...how did he come here? "The hell?" He whispered to himself, feeling more confused than ever. "What the fuck is happening?" He spoke out, looking here and there in confusion. He shook his head and pinched himself, trying to wake up if it was just a dream but his assumptions were wrong. It wasn't until he heard another scream that he took the chance to look at the source.

His eyes widened in shock. It was Felix, all naked and tied up to a chair. "How dare you?" Hyunjin yelled, anger taking over all his senses. He stood up immediately, not waiting for a moment to run towards the group of maids. "What the fuck are you doing?" He screamed, eyes turning red as he ran to push them away from his mate, only to fall down on the ground.

Hyunjin spat, standing up on his feet again before trying once more to push the maids away from Felix. To his dismay, he failed again. "What?" He mumbled to himself, shoving a maid back or more like trying to shove a maid back. He gasped as he noticed his hands going through their body. His eyes widened and mouth fell open in shock as he again and again kept pushing the maids back only to pass through their bodies. It was like his mass wasn't even there. His doubts only increased as the maids kept on touching Felix as if Hyunjin wasn't even visible to them.

"This is the part of Mystic Ceremony. Please cooperate." Someone yelled from the other side of what Hyunjin understood to be a curtain and it hit Hyunjin like a big rock. He should have understood this before. The maids in white clothes, the white curtain, the chair, the boiling water, the officials! It was the fucking Mystic Ceremony.

Hyunjin felt his blood boil and he let out a scream in agony. "Stop this right now!" Hyunjin grew frustrated as he watched his mate suffer while he could do nothing to help him. Whenever he did try, he would just pass through the maids and they kept on pretending as if they were not hearing anything."What is this?" He yelled, tears forming in his eyes which were red with anger.

Hyunjin dropped to his knees, clutching his chest as he couldn't do anything but watch and scream for his mate in pain. He didn't know why was this happening. It didn't matter to him why he was here or how he got here. He just wanted to save his mate now. Get Felix to safety and protect him from all the evil. He does not deserve this.

"Stand up, Hyunjin." Hyunjin snapped his neck towards the cause of the sound. A gasp left him as he saw the person standing in the white long robe in front of him. It was him. Hyunjin himself. "W-what is h-happening-" Hyunjin struggled to form words, mind drowning in the ocean of confusion.

"Stand up first." The other Hyunjin repeated. The Luna was dumbfounded but found himself trying to stand up on his shaky feet. He needed answers and he felt like the other Hyunjin in front of him was the only one who could give those to him. "W-ho a-are you?" He stuttered, eyes not leaving his own replica. "I am you, Hyunjin."

"What?" Hyunjin frowned as if the other was talking non-sense. "I am your inner self, Hyunjin. The one you always ignore and keep inside for everyone's safety. I am you, Hyunjin. Just more powerful." The other answered and indeed he was more powerful. He looked more powerful. More beautiful, more unrestricted, more himself, more Hyunjin.

"I-I don't understand-" Hyunjin just stared at the other, trying to make sense out of what the other was saying. "You are more than what you think you are. You are full of powers, Hyunjin. Just stop holding yourself back." The other replied. "W-What-" "I am you, Hyunjin. I am the one who holds all the powers inside of you that you are hiding from the rest of the world. Don't you remember the time when you wanted to unleash your powers after you had to go through Mystic Ceremony?"

"I-I do." Hyunjin whispered, closing his eyes as he remembered the painful night once again. "You should unleash your powers, Hyunjin. The time is now." "I can't use my powers. I don't know how t-to c-control...them-" Hyunjin was confused once again. He knew that he was born with powers but he didn't know how to use them.

"You know everything. These powers are given to you because they belong to you. These are your powers. Why not use them for the good of the world?" The other Hyunjin smiled. "My powers are dangerous-" Hyunjin was interrupted by another scream from Felix. "Stop them! If you are powerful, stop them!" Hyunjin pleaded, looking at the other Hyunjin. "I can't." The other said, eyes looking down at the floor with pain covering his face.

"You are powerful! Why can't you save Felix?" Hyunjin asked, voice desperate and filled with hurt. "This is just a memory, Hyunjin. This is Felix's memory. You can't change what has already happened. It is your soul that is watching what happened while you were out on your weekly survey with your other mates. You have no existence here." He explained and it was like Hyunjin was crushed under all the burdens of the world. "You mean...i-This is-" "Yes, Hyunjin. It happened behind your back and this is why you were not able to feel his bond. Felix is in pain Hyunjin. You need to save him." The other Hyunjin said.

Hyunjin dropped on the ground from the shock. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he looked at the scene in front of him with agony. If only one of them was here to protect Felix. It was all his fault. How could he be so careless for his mate? How can he let something like this happen to Felix inside their own home? What kind of a mate he is that he can't even protect Felix?

Thoughts clouded Hyunjin's mind but the most painful one was Felix's pain. His heart cried as he thought about his pain. How would Felix be feeling right now? He sobbed loudly, guilt and anguish filling him up. "I-I am so s-sorry..." He cried, wailing like a child on the floor.

"It is not the time for being sad, Hyunjin." His other self said, kneeling down next to him as he continued to cry. "This is the time to stand up for Felix. Unleash your powers. They are yours. You control the powers! Powers don't control you. Don't hold back like the last time." He added, referring to the time when Hyunjin held himself back, scared of using his powers. The young Omega was afraid to use them. He thought that it would only lead to the destruction and he could not allow that only a few days after the war had left everyone in despair. He could not do that to his people. He thought that all had suffered because of him, because of the wars that took place for his cursed beauty!

Hyunjin had suffered in pain alone with himself, even Chan too busy to manage the fallen Kingdom. The Blood Alpha didn't even had time to eat, only making time for his mate and that also at night. The rest, Hyunjin had suffered alone in the dark, all by himself. "This is the time, Hyunjin. Felix needs you more than ever. Just trust yourself and let go. Lunas of the Kingdom are known for being just to everyone. You will have to do justice here too, Hyunjin. You are the Luna. You were born to be one. Let me remind you that Chan is not the king because he is the Blood Alpha. He is the King because you are the Luna! If there is someone who can do this. It is you." Hyunjin's other self said, voice thick and calm.

"My powers are dangerous." Hyunjin replied, shaking his head. "They are dangerous. Fatal. But only for the wrong people. Trust me, Hyunjin. Trust yourself. You need to do this for Felix. For your people and most importantly for the Kingdom's heir." Hyunjin turned to look towards his other self. "H-heir?" "Yes. The heir of the Kingdom. He is with Felix." The other smiled. Hyunjin's felt elated for a moment, his motherly side taking over him. "Yes. The heir of the Kingdom. He is with Felix." The other smiled. Hyunjin's felt elated for a moment, his motherly side taking over him. "H-how do you k-know?" Hyunjin sniffled. "You are more powerful than you think." The other replied. Hyunjin palms fisted as he tried to make up his mind. He was right, his inner self was right. He needs to stand up for his mate now.

"You can do this, Hyunjin. You know you can." His inner-self said before vanishing into thin air within a second. "You all are dead." Hyunjin whispered, eyes looking at everyone except Felix in the room.

"All fucking dead."

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cas-the-moonlight · 10 months

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he drew memories in my mind i couldn't erase

#KAISOO ㅡ august by taylor swift

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lovekaikim · 6 months

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Never make me wear this again....Suho Centric

EXO are about to celebrate halloween, but one of the members swapped Suho's werewolf costume for a bunny costume...

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The song i want you to listen to whilst reading this😂😂😂

Suho's POV

God dammit...

Its Halloween this year and I was excited to tear someone's flesh out with my claws - figuratively, of course. Since I had got my Werewolf costume the night before, I had been practicing my lines for EXO-Ls.

Now thats gone down the fucking drain because my costume got replaced with a bunny costume. Not the sexy bunny costumes, but a plain ugly looking one.

Like, I'M THE LEADER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

Whatever, I got my disgusting costume and put it one. I looked ridiculous.

God please help me...

So, after I walked downstairs, I saw everyone else apart from Tao and Chanyeol, and maybe Kyungsoo, laughing at my ass.

And by ass, I mean my stupid outfit.

The other three had a seemingly guilty look on their faces, but then loud ass Baekhyun screams "ARE YOU A BUNNY IN HEAT?!" and everyone laughs at my expence.

What makes matters worse is that I'm a dom...

Luhan then stares at Baekhyun with a disgusted glare, which the latter seems to not pick up on since he's still being a little bitch.

"Those idiots stole your outfit by the way!" Tao points at Chanyeol and Chen.

Yeah, I dealt with them swiftly.

#exo #bxb #kpop #kpop bxb #stressedleader #savesuho #oh no #Youtube

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minwonified · 11 months

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Just a little introduction…

My name is Ariel (pronounced Arr-ee-el), i’m 21 and I discovered my fondness of writing only a couple of months ago. I’m not the best but i’m hoping through your feedback that i’ll get better over time.

I have liked k-pop for just over a year now and the groups I currently stan are: Seventeen (😊) BTS. TXT. EXO. Red Velvet. Monsta X. Blackpink.

SVT and BTS are my ults so you’ll be seeing them a lot on here. Also, any song recommendations you may have for me, feel free to send them to me. They can be any genre, k-pop or not.

Feel free to send me any nsfw links/audios. I love that shit!!

Anyways, welcome to my blog and I hope you enjoy 😘

#kpop bxb #wonwoo smut #kpop smut #bts #bts x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen #svt imagines #mingyu #meanie

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dobbysposts · 2 years

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—night stroll; p. jihoon.

➤ PAIRINGS: jihoon x male reader

➤ GENRE: non idol au, fluff, crack, suggestive

➤ WARNINGS: male reader is drunk, language

"jihoon look it's a little kitty cat!" you exclaimed drunkenly, walking up to the cat as jihoon followed closely behind you. you crouched down beside it, the cat coming up to you. the cat allowed you to touch it.

you cooed at the cat, jihoon rolled his eyes playfully with a grin on his face. "alright, enough dilly dally y/n. let's get you home," jihoon said, placing his hands on your shoulders and pull you up, walking away from the cat. you could only look back and pout at the cat who was now sitting. "noo, we can't leave the kitty all alone." jihoon let's you go and kept walking, you following him. "it looks like it's a stray, it'll be fine," he told you. you gasp dramatically. "we have to take it to an animal shelter then." you'd become very chatty and dramatic when drunk. jihoon could handle it but he knew the friends you hung out with wouldn't be able to handle it so he wanted you home as fast as possible.

it went quiet as the two of you walked side by side. you start to occasionally hiccup. jihoon snickered. "what?" you asked. "your hiccups, it's funny." you hiccup again which made jihoon laugh. "y-yah! it's not—" *hiccup* "—funny!—" *hiccup* jihoon found it hilarious and at this point he was laughing his ass off.

even though you were not as drunk as before, you didn't think much and pinned jihoon against the wall with his hands above his head. his laughter stopped. he was pushing your buttons on purpose. he knew that you'd eventually do something like this. his desire to kiss you was so strong. the way he looked at you made you feel some type of way.

it was as if you were in a trance. jihoon leaned in slowly to see if he was crossing any boundaries. you stayed put which meant he was fine so jihoon eliminated the space between the both of you and his lips came in contact with yours. you shut your eyes and your grip on his wrists loosened. your hands were now on his cheeks as his wrap around your neck. as the kiss become more intense your one hand goes to his waist and pulled him closer. your pants was starting to become uncomfortably tight. jihoon had a boner as well and he could feel yours against his thigh.

you groan into the kiss. you were starting to get desperate for friction. jihoon noticed so he broke the heated makeout session. "were in public mister. let's continue this at our place, hm?" he said lowly. you nod. taking his hand in yours you drag him all the way to your shared apartment to finish what jihoon had started.

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malereaderpage · 2 years

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remember || lee heeseung

► heeseung x bottom male reader

► smut, innocent kink, hyung kink

your parents has left you alone with one of your dad's best and closest workers. you and heeseung aren't that close due to you two meeting recently, although you can admit he is really really hot and you'd be lying if you said you aren't attracted to him. heeseung is in your bedroom and sitting on the small couch.

you on the other hand, due to personal family issues you decide it's the best idea to raid your dad's alcohol and get's drunk. heeseung is totally unaware of this since his focus is on his mobile device. at this time it's usually when you go shower so he's not suspicious when you take a while to come back. however when you do heeseung get's up, alarmed. you giggle as you approach him, heeseung catches you before you fall but he looses his balance and the both of you fall onto the couch.

"y/n..." he trails off. "why have you been drinking?" he asks you but he knows that you aren't in the right state to answer that properly. you adjust yourself on him and sit on his lap, heeseung's breath hitches. "y/n please don't do this..." he whispers. "you are so fucking hot, you know that, right?" you slur. you start to move your hips and heeseung groans. "no, y/n, you are drunk," heeseung halts your actions and you whine in protest. "no...i'm tipsy," you correct him. heeseung scoffs and raises an eyebeow at you. he's still got a firm grip on your waist and it's turning you on more.

heeseung knows you are horny, he can feel your boner and he's slowly getting hard. "oh yeah? then how many fingers am i holding up?" one of his hands leaves your waist and is hold up in front of you. "none." you answer him. he nods in approval as his hand was formed into a fist, none of his fingers hold up. "go on then," he says. you blush and become shy as you start to realize what you are actually doing. heeseung smirks seeing that you've become shy. heeseung places his other hand on your waist once again and starts to guide you. you whimper as your crotches brush against each other. "have you ever done any of this before, y/n?" he questions you. "n-no," you stutter.

it turns heeseung on more knowing that he'll be your first, that it's the first time you are doing all of these sinful deeds. you hide your face in the crook of his neck, not really knowing what else to do as you try to keep in your sinful noises. heeseung pulls down your shirt and he leans in to kiss your shoulder. he sucks and your grip on his shoulders tighten which makes him groan in response. you begin to pant as heeseung pick up the pace. "h-hyung i f-feel weird," you tell him. "you are close to your orgasm, do you know what a orgasm is, y/n," heeseung pants. "y-yes," you answer him, moaning.

"fuck moan more for me, no need to hide those pretty noises," he says breathlessly. you moan and you cum in your boxers, heeseung stops when you do, cutting off his orgasm. you know he's turned on as well, and as much as you lack in experience, it doesn't mean you have watched no porn. you know the basics but have never tried it nor practiced before so of course you are nervous and full of doubt, however, heeseung makes you feel safe and comfortable, so you carry on.

you get off of his lap and get on your knees before him which surprises him. "m-may i?" you stutter. knowing what you mean, heeseung smirks. "are you sure you want to do this and continue? i might not be able to hold myself back from fucking you, y/n." you feel your dick twitch in your pants and you become excited. "what if i don't want you to hold back? what if i want you to fuck me, heeseung." heeseung clearly looks aroused and he curses under his breath. "okay, y/n. just remember, i warned you," he tells you, unbuckling his belt and discardes his pants and boxers.

you have seen a dick before, obviously since you've watched porn before but you've never seen such a pretty dick as heeseung's and it easily makes you hard again. heeseung sits back down and you come closer. you are nervous and hesitant as your hand wraps around heeseung's dick and heeseung notices. to ease you a bit, his thumb finds your chin and tilts it upwards which makes you look up at him. heeseung sends you a reassuring smile and pecks your lips. "you can do this, y/n, hyung will help you."

"let's start of with a handjob, yeah?" you nod at heeseung's words. one of his hands is placed above yours and he guides your hand up and down his shaft, heeseung groans occasionally. "right, now, speed up." he commands as his hand leaves yours. you do as he tells you and you speed up, stroking him fast heeseung begins to breathe unevenly. you watch his hands grip the couch. you take it to the next step unexpectedly and start sucking him. "oh!" he gasps, his hands finding your hair immediately and tugging it which makey you whimper, the vibration travles through his dick and he groans.

"fuck, y/n, a warning next time will be-fuck, much appreciated you know," heeseung says breathlessly. "swirl your tongue, y/n, suck it like you'd suck a lollipop basically." he tries explaining to you but he's too lost in the pleasure, it surprises him that you are doing much better than he'd expected for you to do. "fuck, just like that," heeseung mumbles. you bop your head up and down, heeseung loving how his dick feels so warm inside of your mouth. "you are doing great, y/n, keep going," he pants.

you oblige and attempt taking him in deeper and that action is rewarded with a low maon from heeseung, music to your ears as you emit a low moan yourself. "fuck you are such a good boy taking my dick like that." heeseung praises you. at this point you are really hard. you allow your tongue to drag from the bottom of his shaft all the way up to his tip. you take him in your mouth again and start bopping your head. heeseung resists the urge to thrust up into your mouth. he grips your locks tightly and he groans. "i can't do this anymore," he mutters and halts your actions.

you look up at him, confused and worried that you've maybe done something wrong and heeseung sees it. "no, you did not do anything wrong. in fact you were so good that i had to stop you because my desire to fuck you is so strong right now." he reassures you. "so, can i?" he asks. "yes." you answer him firmly to make sure he doesn't question twice. he luckily can tell that you want this so without any hesitation he picks you up and throws you on your mattress. heeseung strips further and you sit up to take off your shirt.

heeseung hovers over you and catches your lips in a heated makeout. your hands finds his hair easily and you allow your fingers to tangle in his dark locks. he asks for entry and you happily oblige, heeseung exploring every inch of your mouth and you moan into the kiss when he bites your bottom lip. he breaks the kiss. "you know, for someone who's inexperienced, i'd think twice. you are such a fucking good kisser, y/n." the way he says your name has your dick aching at thid point. he helps you take off your pants and boxers. he stares and it makes you shy so you close your legs, only to be stopped by heeseungs hands. he spreads your legs again.

"don't be shy, your body is so attractive. let me admire it a bit more." his words has you blushing. heeseung's tongue finds your rim and you whimper when he starts to eat you out. he places his hands on your thighs. after licking your hole a few times, his fingers finds their way in and it, as expected, feels weird and uncomfortable. "don't worry, the uncomfortable feeling will go away soon." heeseung comes up to kiss you to distract you. "you are doing so well, baby." he adds another finger and as heeseung said, the uncomfortable feeling goes away and you start to moan. heeseung picks up his pace. after you are fully prepped and streched out, heeseung teases you by letting his dick rest by your entrance.

you whine. "please fuck me already, hyung." and that's what all heeseung needs. he enteres you and your hands grips his shoulders tightly. once fully inside he waits for your signal. "okay, you can move." you tell him. with a nod heeseung starts to thrust. he grunts as he watches his dick go in and out of you. you moan lowly. "f-faster," you whimper. heeseung goes faster and groans, loving the way you clench around him. "fuck." he curses under his breath. your hands travels to his hair and you pull heeseung in for a kiss.

heeseung happily kisses you back, he nips at your bottom lip and breaks the kiss, going to your jaw and then neck. he then kisses your collarbones. "damnit you are so hot, y/n." you arch your back and moan, signalling that he's found your prostate. heeseung knows and keeps hitting that spot over and over. "fuck!" you choke out, your grip on his locks tightening. "your gonna cum? cum for me, love, cum." you squirm beneath him as a strange feeling builds up withing your stomach and you begin to pant. heeseung grips your dick that's leaking with precum and you gasp in surprise.

heeseung strokes you quickly and you cum with moaning his name. "where can i cum?" he asks you breathlessly. "i-inside of m-me. cum inside of me." and with that, heeseung cums inside of you. the both of you pant as you relax, catching your breath. "that was amazing for my first time," you tell heeseung honestly. heeseung smiles and pecks your forehead. "i'm glad you enjoyed it." he replies.

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naesarangyunho · 1 year

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Beans on Toast (1)- Jung Wooyoung x m!reader

[These aren't my images credits to the original owners]

SFW

Synopsis: Basically a silly, sappy, kinda cliché soulmate au because I felt like it

Contains: wooyoung being his usual self, all of y/n's friends have soulmates and he's lonely, fluff, some attempts at humour.

[Word Count: 2.1k]

With the coming and going of his twentieth birthday that week, he was once more acutely aware that it had been so long – officially two years now– since he had received his soulmate mark and that he had yet to find that soulmate.

To make matters worse, it was only he who was single– all of his friends had already found their other half and boy did he envy them.

His eldest friend Hongjoong had been the first to find his soulmate and his was the experience that y/n was most jealous of. Hongjoong had simply clocked in at work on the afternoon of his eighteenth birthday, bumped into his colleague with whom he was already in love with and bam, soulmates!

Second had been the youngest member of their friend group; Jongho. Although he had turned eighteen and received his mark later than his friends, he still beat half of them to it, finding his soulmate within less than a year after. To be honest, though, she had found him. Jongho had been well known in the community and within his schools for his excellent soccer skills and with that buzz of being the top player floating around, it was difficult to find him. When the local soccer club was short a member the captain herself had taken it upon herself to find Jongho and recruit him. It hadn't taken much to get him to join, not when he discovered that the woman with big brown eyes and sass for days was his soulmate.

For a long while following that it had been only y/n and Yeosang who had yet to find their soulmate. They had like a little solidarity bond going for them during that time. When the other two members of their friend group were out with their partners or doing 'coupley things', Yeosang and he would stick together. They would hang out together and had each other to grumble about being single to or after a few drinks they would hype each other up with "Who needs soulmates anyways!?". It felt good having someone who could relate. That little dynamic came to an end when one semester Yeosang decided to switch majors.

He had gotten lost on campus and couldn't find one of his new classes and had rushed to the office to seek out directions. He had asked the first person he came across, mistakenly assuming he was staff, but that person had no idea where he was either and was new to not only the university but the Republic of South Korea itself.

The stranger's Korean had failed him in his excitement at finding his soulmate and he had switched to rapid-fire Italian. Yeosang had not a clue what he was saying and simply stood there, staring at him in awe with bright eyes and a huge smile forming on his face.

Y/n had happened to be with Yeosang and had witnessed the scene with his own eyes. Yeosang and his soulmate had been equal parts awkward and adorable and he couldn't help but smile at the fond memory.

Admittedly, he had been a little salty when he realised that he was officially on his own but he couldn't stay salty forever. Alessandro grew on him very quickly and so did the happiness he brought Yeosang.

So yeah, he had been left to wallow in his soulmatelessness and watch his friends fall deeply in love with their soulmates. He really couldn't help but long for his own soulmate. He wanted to be just as happy and in love as his friends. He wanted to experience what they were experiencing. He didn't want to be alone anymore.

That left Y/N alone though and as he watched his friends be deeply in love with their soulmates, he couldn't help but long for his own. He wanted to be that happy and in love. He wanted to experience what his friends were experiencing. He wanted to not be alone anymore.

Sometimes he would argue that that loneliness benefited him a little. He had more time to spend on his studies. His excellent grades in high school had lured him into a false sense of security, letting him think that university would be just as simple. He had been incorrect and his first university exam marks had been a slap in the face and a serious wake up call.

He also had more time to daydream. He would lie and tell you that those daydreams were constructive and that he was thinking up characters and scenarios he could write about or put away for later when he had a chance to continue working on the sci-fi novel he had in drafts. Honestly, though, at least eighty percent of that time was spent on thinking about his soulmate.

He had so many questions and thoughts. He wondered what they were like. He wondered what they looked like. Were they a boy or a girl or someone in between like Hongjoong's partner? How old were they? Were they in Korea too or were they a foreigner like Alessandro?

One thing he was certain of however was that they must be a very interesting person if the words he had woken up to on his eighteenth birthday were anything to go by.

He looked down at his left arm and lifted his sleeve a little. He smiled softly as he traced the words printed neatly into the skin of his forearm.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he abruptly snapped back to reality. He pulled it out to check it.

Haribo

Where are you???

Shoot, he was meant to meet Jongho in the library for a study session!

He shot up from the bench he had taken a rest on and hurriedly gathered his things before speed-walking in the direction of the university library.

His headphones were on and blaring music and if it hadn't been for the hand tugging on his arm he wouldn't have realised someone was calling him.

He stopped walking, tugged his headphones down to rest around his neck and turned to see who the firm grip on his arm belonged to. He was met by the sight of a six-foot-something guy and a smaller dark-haired boy that he discovered to be the source of the hold on his arm.

He barely had a moment to properly take in the strangers or ask questions before the dark-haired boy spoke up, voice a little louder and more excited than necessary.

"What's your opinion on beans on toast?"

He was taken aback and was too surprised and confused to even register what was going on.

"W-what on toast?" He stuttered, eyes slightly widened. This hadn't been on his bingo card for a Tuesday afternoon on campus.

The tall boy gripped the shorter, dark-haired boy by the back of his shirt collar, not unlike one grabs a misbehaving puppy, and tugged him away from a bewildered y/n.

"Wooyoung-ah, how many times have I told you that you can't just grab people like that? What happened to your manners?" He scolded.

Wooyoung huffed dramatically and pouted, "Hyunggg, it's an important question. I've been wondering what the locals would think ever since we came back from our trip to England."

The taller man rolled his eyes, "You're ridiculous. We're late for class and you're worried about food and harassing strangers."

Y/n was suddenly frozen as he realised something. As he watched them argue back and forth his eyes settled on the one the tall boy had called Wooyoung. His heart was racing and the skin on his arm felt almost like it was tingling. Was he imagining things or..?

"Yunho-yah, listen, you eat anything. Just because you like- "

Wooyoung suddenly stilled, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping slightly.

Yunho frowned, "Woo? What's wrong?"

Wooyoung ignored him and turned quickly to face Y/n, "Can I... Can I see your arm?"

Yunho gasped softly as he realised what was happening and stepped back a little to give them some space.

Y/n's heart was pounding and he could feel a drop of sweat form on his temple. He felt excitement begin to take over but he tried his best to keep it down, trying to not get his hopes up and end up breaking his own heart if this wasn't what he thought it was. He swallowed thickly before responding to Wooyoung's question with a nod.

Wooyoung reached for his arm again, his grip a lot gentler than earlier, and he carefully rolled up his sleeve.

He gasped softly as he saw the words there and softly traced his index finger over them. Y/n could feel goosebumps rise on his skin at his touch despite how warm he was feeling in that moment.

Then Wooyoung laughed and Y/n's heart swelled at the sound.

Wooyoung used his hold on him to pull him towards him and buried him in a warm hug.

"I can't believe my first words to my soulmate are so ridiculous," He murmured into Y/n's shoulder with a grin.

Y/n couldn't believe it. He had found him, his soulmate. He wrapped his arms around him, returning the hug with just as much enthusiasm as Wooyoung and Wooyoung squeezed him tight once before releasing him.

He smiled wide and held a hand out, "I'm Wooyoung."

Wooyoung's smile was contagious and he couldn't help but return it.

He reached out and held Wooyoung's proffered hand, "I'm Y/N."

They stood like that for a moment longer, finally taking the opportunity to properly look at each other.

His eyes traced Wooyoung's features. He had dark hair which Y/N now realised had a layer of blond under it giving it what he decided was an Oreo vibe. It looked long enough to tie up. He admired his beautiful tanned skin, his toned figure (did he work out?), his deep brown eyes, the curve of his nose and lastly, his lips.

He blushed and finally tore his eyes from Wooyoung, looking down at their joined hands instead.

Wooyoung chuckled at his sudden shyness and tugged him in for another hug. He let out a surprised yelp and stumbled but Wooyoung's strong arms caught him and held him tight. Wooyoung was going to be both a handful and clingy, he realised. He returned his embrace and buried his face in his neck– he didn't mind that and could definitely see himself getting used to this.

Wooyoung pulled away all too soon and y/n instantly missed the warmth of his body.

He had heard that people get rather attached to their soulmates very quickly but he didn't think it would be this fast.

"I can't believe I've found my soulmate and-" Wooyoung held him out at arm's length "He's gorgeous too."

Y/n smiled, "I could say the same."

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Then why don't you?"

He looked away with a blush and Wooyoung laughed. That was quickly becoming one of Y/n's favourite sounds.

Wooyoung was still beaming at him, "You're shy, aren't you? That's okay."

Someone cleared their throat and the two boys suddenly remembered that Yunho was there too.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt but we're running horribly late for a class, Woo."

"I'm sure the teacher will understand," Wooyoung said dismissively with a wave of his hand.

"Wooyoung, that woman hates you. You set her hair on fire last year."

Wooyoung looked quickly between his soulmate and Yunho, his cheeks flushing.

"Hyung!" He hissed.

Yunho laughed, "What? Worried I scare him off? I don't think that's likely."

Wooyoung glanced at his soulmate who was basically glowing with joy and amusement. Yeah, maybe Yunho was right. But still.

Wooyoung rushed to explain, "I swear it was an accident I-"

"Wooyoung. We need to go, you can tell him all about it later," Yunho interrupted.

"Since when did you become the adult?" Wooyoung sulked.

"Since San put me on babysitting duty," Yunho retorted

"Hyung! I am not a baby."

Yunho looked at Y/N, "I want to say 'Sorry, he isn't always like this' but I'd be lying."

Wooyoung's cheeks were burning and he covered his face with his hands.

Y/n chuckled and reached forward to take Wooyoung's hands away from his face, "It's alright, I like it."

And he wasn't lying. Wooyoung was definitely going to bring some excitement into his otherwise dull life.

"As I said though, I hate to cut this short but I'm sure Y/n also has somewhere to be."

He nodded reluctantly and Wooyoung's face fell. He really was like a puppy.

"Give me your number and I'll call you later, okay?" He held his phone out so Wooyoung could type his number into it.

"Promise?" Wooyoung asked as he took it.

He nodded and Wooyoung grinned brightly before quickly typing his number in. He quickly called himself from y/n's phone.

"There. Now I have yours too!" He announced as he cut the call.

He returned the cell phone and squeezed his hand before Yunho was once more dragging him away by the back of his collar.

"See you later!" Wooyoung called out with a wave as he let his tall friend drag him down the walkway.

Y/n smiled and waved him off.

He stood rooted in place still for a while after Wooyoung and Yunho had disappeared from sight, smiling stupidly.

He'd found him.

Then reality struck him.

Jongho was waiting for him.

Hopefully, Jongho would be more understanding than Wooyoung's professor but somehow he doubted it.

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milkwoozie · 10 months

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ᰔᩚ𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝ᰔᩚ

❦𝐀𝐎𝟑: https://archiveofourown.org/users/milkwoozie…

✘ 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬! 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝! ✘

꧁𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 & 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬꧂

REQ:🔞 let me help you - gyucheol | 2.3k words college au where sc is stressed about his exam and mg is there to help and distract him

2. mommy milkers🥛for @babygirlcheol on twt

alpha!jh omega!sg |

the one where jh discovers a kink he never knew he had. and sc ends up pregnant

soonhoon socmed drabble where ksy and ljh have been broken up for a year but they still run into each other frequently(grocery story, laundromat) and ljh hates it to the point where he rarely leaves the house. what also makes it worse is that they’ve got the same friend group so that also makes it difficult for ljh to socialise because what if he sees his ex and then what? but this time it’s different because he’s never ran into ksy three times in a week. it also doesn’t help that jh has decided that enough is enough to try to get them back together.

꧁𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬꧂

#svt fanfic #fanfic writer #kpop bxb #kpop #seventeen kpop #bts bxb #svt ot13 #bts ot7 #archive of our own #ao3 author

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yukittywrites · 9 months

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Motorcycles and Bad Boys~

this time i didn't forget about you guys! ive been writing about yuta from nct on my ao3 and not focusing on threadfics so i havent reformatted any for a while!

check out my ao3 @Yukitty_Writes for longer oneshots! (im talking 15-50k words)

warnings// nothing, just some sexy teasing!

700 words, minhwa, 3rd person POV

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"I'm going to kill myself, I'm never showing my face again, I'm moving to America." Seonghwa moans, collapsing onto a table in the college cafe. "

Why?" Hongjoong asks. Yunho laughs, "Someone overheard Hwa ranting about how much he wants Mingi to fuck him—" "

Song or Lee?"

"Song. and they filmed it, then posted the video and tagged like half the student body so now everyone has seen."

Hongjoong winces, "Really Hwa? Bad boy, player, Song Mingi?"

"But he's hot though!"

"He's never even going to look at you."

"I know that! Which is why I was fine with just crushing on him, but no!" Seonghwa says melodramatically.

Yunho laughs, "At least it's not the worst you've ever told us you wanted him to do."

"I could've spent my whole life without anyone knowing that I wanted Mingi to fuck me against his fucking motorcycle!" Seonghwa hisses.

Hongjoong chokes on his coffee "Holy shit, that's what everyone heard you say? That's so embarrassing for you." he gasps.

Seonghwa whines, "Wow, I couldn't tell, the fact that I had four different people call me a variation of 'slut' today didn't clue me in!"

"I think there's a solution to this." Yunho says.

Seonghwa looks up, hoping for the solution.

"Just confess to him."

"No! What the fuck? You want me to just walk up to him and say "Hey, you heard me say I wanted you to fuck me against a motorcycle, and I really want to date you?" Like that's not creepy?" he whispers.

"Well he just entered the cafe, so you have a chance." Hongjoong says.

"Oh fuck, kill me now. Hide me from him."

"He's walking towards us."

"No, no, no, no." Seonghwa says quickly, sliding down in the chair as Mingi moves closer.

When the man of the hour finally arrives, Seonghwa sits up despite wanting to crawl under the table the second he stood in front of them.

"Hey, sweetheart, I see you have a little crush on me." a deep voice purrs from behind him.

Yunho practically snorts as Seonghwa's face goes bright red at the voice.

"Oh don't ignore me Seonghwa, you know you're beautiful, right?" Mingi says, now standing directly beside him. Seonghwa makes the mistake of looking Mingi in those beautiful foxy, lined, eyes and now he can't even speak.

"Oh wow, you're really cute." he grins. Seonghwa's lips part in shock.

"Are you gonna say something back to me, baby?" Mingi smirks.

Seonghwa's lips part further as his eyes widen. He jolts when Yunho kicks him in the shin, saying, "Please say something before you embarrass yourself further."

One would think he would manage to make a coherent sentence, or say hello like a normal person. Instead the words that tumble out of his mouth are "You're hot."

His hands reach up to slap over his mouth at the same time Hongjoong and Yunho groan simultaneously.

Mingi laughs, his deep voice sending waves over Seonghwa's body and getting him embarrassingly aroused. "Oh I've heard that from a lot of people, sweetheart. I've heard it from your mouth before. After all, weren't your words 'Mingi could bend me over his motorcycle with everyone watching and I'd tell him 'yes sir, more''"

Seonghwa's face goes redder, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Do I look uncomfortable, baby? If you're into it, then almost anything is possible." Mingi grins, gripping Seonghwa's face between his thumb and forefinger.

Seonghwa resists the urge to moan, his eyes lidding as he gulps. "Aw, would you look at that. You look like you're about to cum in your pants." Mingi murmurs, his lips close to Seonghwa's.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Hongjoong yelps, slightly horrified.

"This is a public place, not a bedroom." Yunho laughs.

Mingi's smirk only deepens and darkens, "Well then what do you say, Seonghwa? Want to come to my bedroom?"

"Oh god, please." Seonghwa gasps. Mingi pulls him up from his seat as Seonghwa almost stumbles into him.

"Then let's go." Mingi murmurs.

"And do me a favour, sweetheart, try to cover that big problem you have down there."

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oneshot book containing this one and more linked here

#park seonghwa #song mingi #ateez #kpop bxb #sub!idol #bottom!seonghwa #top!mingi #minhwa #dom!idol

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mysweetomegamark · 9 months

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count your blessings (and your days) MarkJae

4,064 Words

{Power Bottom Mark, Top Jaehyun}

Mark knows they aren’t being good kings.

He can see it in the way the servants look at him and at his husband, listens to their not-so-quiet whispers when they think Mark can’t hear it. They’ve never been good people— not since he and Jaehyun usurped the throne and claimed it for themselves. Not since Jaehyun planted himself on the royal seat and announced that he’s now their new monarch, placing the crown adorned with bloodied gemstones atop Mark’s head and declaring him as their other king.

They aren’t good kings, as far as the shorter knows.

It doesn’t stop Mark from brushing against his Jaehyun's fingers as they pass by each other in the hallway, though. Jaehyun shoots him a smirk through the black crown on his head. The red jewels that adorn it wink under the jeweled chandeliers.

Jaehyun looks the part of a tyrant king down to the letter, but it does not stop Mark from shivering in delight as they part ways. One of Mark’s people in his entourage never stops chattering about the agenda for the day.

Mark is ethereal, a cloud.

Of course, his choice of wardrobe was intentional. His royal blue robes take up space, flow like a great river that serves as a warning to people— to not touch, lest they get swept away. It’s as if he’s floating along the carpet, the soft silk drifting behind him. Mark's crown shines, a brilliant gold inlaid with light blue and white jewels. Even so, he does not look like a king. No matter how many rings he wears on his fingers, how many times he places small dripping chains on his earlobes, he is a cloud.

Then Mark reaches the throne room and bows slightly towards his husband, his beloved other king. Jaehyun speaks like his voice is thunder. The matte black crown on Jaehyun’s head stretches with points akin to lightning bolts. Everything about him is sharp— his gaze, his jawline, the pearl necklaces that adorn his neck and the gold pieces that pierce his ears, the black tunic and coat that hugs Jaehyun’s body like a second skin. The man looks like a king, through and through. He is electric, threatening to shock anyone should they get too close.

“My love,” Jaehyun purrs, and Mark can’t help but smile and shudder in glee. Mark makes his way up the platform, lets his hands run across a mountain of gold that lays in between their cathedrae, and sits in the throne beside his husband. They both observe the room as their servants bustle about, and Mark does well to ignore the side-eyes their attendants throw at them and the whispers they share into each other’s ears. Their loyal black leopard, which Jaehyun had affectionately named Minhyung, sits towards the side, in a corner of the room; the catamount is always watching, always guarding.

On their thrones, the two kings become a storm.

“I would assume that the meeting with the Huangs went well?” Jaehyun hums out, playing with a sapphire circlet on Mark’s finger. Jaehyun could have very easily gotten a coin from the pile of gold that surrounds their thrones, but he opts to instead play with the rings that decorate Mark’s hands. “What did they want?”

“What they’ve been requesting for the past three months or so,” Mark mumbles.“They want their war prisoners back.”

“What did you tell them?”

“They would need to surrender a part of their forestland before we can even consider giving their people back,” Mark hears his Jaehyun's chest rumble with satisfaction. “It would be a waste to give up such good slaves.”

"Ha!" Jaehyun snorts. "You are quite right, my love. You are absolutely dashing when you negotiate,” Jaehyun continues. And he is so fond, so enamoured with Mark. “An absolute darling.”

“Mhm,” Mark leans in for a chaste kiss, and giggles when Jaehyun chases after him for yet another one. “Not in front of the people, Your Grace.”

“Shall I tell them to go?” Jaehyun’s eyes blaze with passion. It makes Mark's stomach swirl with want. “I can order for them to leave.”

“Right now? Right here? Why not in our bed tonight, where it’s comfortable?”

“But my king,” Jaehyun pouts, so unlike him. The whispers never stop, and Jaehyun goes on and presents his case, “Why not here? Why not now?”

“Is that your final argument? Are you certain, your majesty?” Mark rolls his eyes, but he finds himself standing up to sit on Jaehyun’s lap, facing him. They’re both shameless— why wouldn’t they be? They are kings.

Jaehyun grins, playing with a rounded-off edge of his lover’s crown. Mark leans in, purrs in satisfaction when Jaehyun’s voice booms throughout the room, “All of you, leave at once. No one comes in unless there is an emergency. A foot steps past, and I’ll personally slice it off. Understood?”

No one speaks, but the attendants all shiver. They bow, scurrying out the entryway like rats. Jaehyun’s order would cause such a hassle— the servants would have to go all the way to the backdoors in order to get to the other areas of the palace, the royal entourages would have to mingle and grant audiences outside, but the kings don’t care.

They aren’t good rulers, after all.

“Minhyung, be a dear and guard the door, will you?” Jaehyun calls sweetly. The panther yawns, stretching. “Feel free to feast on whoever tries to come through.”

Mark watches their faithful pet obey and slink away, but he’s interrupted by a tug on his chin and lips roughly crashing onto his. Mark moans as he feels a hand tug on his hair and mess it up. His crown is knocked to a weird angle. “J-Jaehyun.”

“May I?” Fingers tug insistently at the shorter’s robe. Mark takes the initiative and removes it, letting it flutter towards the steps and revealing a rather simple tunic and pair of pants. Jaehyun licks his lips, lets his hands dive under the soft silk shirt and explore. Jaehyun’s voice is rough as he leans in close to mumble into Mark's ear, “So beautiful, my love.”

“My king,” Mark sighs in pleasure as he feels lips on his neck, feels fingers trace the stylized royal crest on his otherwise plain tunic, above his heart. The emblem proudly shows off an intricate 'L-J'— Lee-Jung, the kings that could rival a hurricane. Jaehyun traces it with his fingertips revelently. “Your Excellency, would you be so kind as to remove your—”

Jaehyun wastes no time to strip himself of his tight jacket, furiously unbuttoning his shirt to combat the heat of their skin. His hands grip Mark’s waist tight as the latter leans in, peppering kisses along the Jaehyun's bare chest.

“How risqué of you,” Jaehyun murmurs, sucking a breath as his husband’s shirt reveals slightly tanned skin. There are bruises, here and there; how else would Jaehyun claim him? “Where did my lily-white Mark go?”

“Do you not like this?” Mark peers through his lashes, smiling softly. It’s adorable, Jaehyun thinks, watching how his Mark's eyes flutter. “Who I am, now?”

“I love it,” Jaehyun giggles, pulling his husband close by the nape and into another searing kiss. Hands tug shirts out of the way, nails slightly drag across skin and leave pink lines. “I love you.”

“I know you do,” Mark chuckles, his fingers pulling at his Jaehyun's trousers. “Off.”

“Yes, my king,” Jaehyun giggles, and Mark removes himself from his lover, just for a while, to wiggle his pants and braies down to nonchalantly kick it among the mountains of riches. Jaehyun lifts his hips, just enough to let his slacks and underwear bunch down mid-thigh— just enough to let his half-hard cock slap against his shirt. Jaehyun can’t help but smirk. “Demanding. I like that.”

“Oh, be quiet you,” Mark snips, laughing under his breath. He slowly strokes Jaehyun to full hardness, biting his lip.

"You are making that face again."

"What face?"

"That particular face when you want me inside you already." Jaehyun simpers, spitting into his hand. He moves Mark's hand away to lubricate himself with his saliva. It’s so unlike them, to use distasteful methods to get what they want, but they don’t care one bit— why would they? They are kings.

Still, Mark scrunches his nose at the vulgarity of it. He mumbles under his breath, "Disgusting."

"It's not as if we have oil on hand," Jaehyun laughs, letting out little grunts as he somewhat fucks into his fist. It's still a little dry, but Jaehyun likes it that way. "And besides, you enjoy it when it gets messy. Don't you, my love?"

“Hmph,” Mark promptly leans in and shuts Jaehyun up with his lips, but the kiss quickly devolves into a clashing of teeth. Mark gasps when he feels canines sink into his lower lip, but Jaehyun just laughs into his mouth. “T-That hurt.”

Jaehyun murmurs, “Apologies, Your Grace,” as he swipes across his Mark's tongue with his own. He tugs Mark closer, but not quite on his lap yet. “I cannot help myself, not when I have such a pretty thing. A beautiful king.”

Jaehyun smiles, all dimples, but it fades when he watches how Mark makes himself at home on his lap and guides Jaehyun’s dick to kiss his rim. “Dear, is that wise? Mere saliva is not as effective as our oils—”

“Silence,” Mark orders, fixing his crown if only to look the part. “I would have no tolerance for someone to second-guess my actions.”

Jaehyun just barely manages to bite back a groan. He feels a rush of delight at the authoritative tone his husband uses, the manner in which the gold crown gleams against the chandelier lights, the way bejeweled rings bite into Jaehyun’s skin, and how Mark doesn’t hesitate to sheathe himself on his cock.

Mark is not a king— he is a cloud. But Jaehyun is a king, and he is lightning; together, they become a thunderstorm.

“By God's bones,” Jaehyun groans out, throwing his head back. His crown connects with the back of his throne and is knocked off, falling into the mounds of gold. His hands shoot out to grip at Mark's waist, threatening to imprint bruises from how hard he’s holding on. “Mark—”

“I’m still quite loose, from the night before,” Mark breathes out, grinding softly against Jaehyun's pelvis. Mark clenches around him, and the former relishes in the way his husband’s hips jerk up. “Do you like it, Your Majesty?”

Right now, Mark is the definition of cocky. He leans back, swivelling his ass with a lazy smirk on his face. His body heats up and flushes under the hooded eyes of his king. But Jaehyun has other plans.

“Don’t be so arrogant, my love,” Jaehyun says sweetly, thrusting up once— that’s all it takes for Mark’s fragile facade to fall apart; he shivers, finally letting himself shallowly bounce on his Jaehyuns lap. “Pride may be your downfall.”

“It could be yours as well, my king,” Mark pants out, letting himself fall forward. The crown is slipping off his head yet again, but he makes no move to fix it; he favors gripping the armrests of Jaehyun’s throne instead. “It would do you well to not let your guard down.”

“Are you threatening me?” Jaehyun rumbles out, finally moving. Moans fall from Mark’s lips, sweet as honey, and it does well to stop any response that he had originally thought of. “Is that an attempt to frighten me, darling?”

“Just trying to remind you, dearest,” Mark smiles, drunk off the decadence and power. His crown is lopsided, threatening to slide off as he continues to ride Jaehyun. “That we sit on bloodied thrones.”

All Jaehyun can do is laugh, letting his hands grab what they can; they’re greedy, and they decide to pull Mark closer a little closer. Their bodies are lined with a thin layer of sweat, and the slap of skin is unmistakable. Their groans and whimpers flood the room ever so slowly.

“Y-Your Majesties,” A timid voice calls out from the entrance to the throne hall. “We— argh!”

Mark gasps when he hears the retainer scream and Minhyung’s roar following it. He feels Jaehyun pull him against his chest, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as their loyal mountain lion makes quick work of the foolish servant.

“Ignore them, Your Grace,” Jaehyun murmurs melodiously, a complete contrast to the shrieks on the other side of the hall. Mark thinks, if he tries hard enough, he can make out the faint stench of blood. “Focus on me. I’m right here.”

“A-ah—” The shorter man gasps out when he feels the cock inside him hit his prostate, and all worries vanish in favor of chasing pleasure. Sparks dance across his body, making his thighs quiver as a hand runs through his hair and knocks his crown to the other side of his head. “My K-King—”

“Right there?” Jaehyun hums, angling his hips so that he can aim for Mark’s sweet spot over and over again. Mark scrambles, trying to figure out what to hold onto; his hands slide off the armrests, his shaky fingertips fly towards the piles of gold— which ends up scattering the coins everywhere— until finally he settles on flattening his palms against his husband’s chest. “Hmm?”

“Yes,” Mark sobs out, eyes fluttering shut. There’s no precision to his movements now, especially since Jaehyun had started to stroke him in time with his thrusts. The pain-laden shrieks from the other side of the room have all but ceased, and the symphony of moans picks up in earnest. “Yes. J-Jaehyun, I—”

They hear Minhyung purr, and there are wisps of whispers. But if the leopard is not hurting anyone, then it must mean that people are not trying to take a step inside; everyone else is too far away for the two kings to care about anything else. Not even the servant that had been mauled by their pet mountain lion.

“My love,” Jaehyun pants, letting his legs fall open more so that he can spread Mark’s legs in turn. The position has Mark choking on a groan, speeding up. “F-Fuck—”

“Such v-vulgarity, Your Excellency,” Mark giggles breathily through his moans. His shirt sticks to his skin, and he curses; he probably should have stripped it off, too. Oh well. “You are lucky that… that n-no one else is a-around.”

Jaehyun is cheeky. “Is my king losing his ability to speak?”

“God, Jaehyun, I’m c-close. Just… Just ruin m-me,” Mark pleads, letting his head loll and his hair bounce as he tries to ride his lover as fast as he can. His cock weeps with precome, threatening to spill over. Electricity dances between them, and it makes Mark’s stomach tingle with that familiar heat. “Ruin m-me, r-ruin me, r...ruin—”

“You cannot say that and expect me to not follow through,” Jaehyun growls, slamming his hips up. He doesn’t slow down or try to be gentle, not even when the younger wails and grips at his biceps. He mouths at Mark’s neck, leaving wet kisses. His thrusts are sloppy, and the hand stroking his lover’s cock is a blur. “Are you close, my sweet? Will you come for me?”

“Yes,” Mark feels tears cascade down his face. He feels the hair amidst his crown being pulled, and he’s being lifted up to meet Jaehyun’s gaze. The intensity that swirls in Jaehyun's eyes is so dark, so pitch-black makes Mark shiver. “Yes, p-please, I’m so— Jaehyun, I...”

“Of course. Y-yes, of course,” Jaehyun can only moan as he thrusts into his husband's tight heat. Mark clenches down on him like he doesn’t want to let him go, and Jaehyun can only chase his own high, the squelch of Mark's precum making the slide of his hand so easy. “Come whenever you’d like. For me, beloved. I’m right here.”

“I’m—!” Mark chokes on a whine. He stills, but Jaehyun just keeps thrusting in. Mark's voice catches on a gasp before he finally finds it; it breaks on the first syllable. “I-I’m coming! I’m g-going to—”

Mark’s mouth falls open, but no sound whatsoever escapes him. His eyes are squeezed shut and his brows are furrowed as ropes of cum spatters on top of Jaehyun’s stomach; Jaehyun licks his lips at the sight, milking Mark dry all the while.

“Just a little more. I’m almost done, darling, I promise,” Jaehyun softly murmurs into Mark's ear. The latter slumps into Jaehyun's embrace, letting himself be used. He doesn’t move even when Jaehyun's thrusts become hurried— a telltale sign. “So tight and warm for me, my beautiful king. So p-perfect. Ah, ah—”

Jaehyun bites into Mark's shoulder, but it doesn’t do much to hide the moan he lets out as he fills Mark with all he has. Mark whimpers through his haze, just a little overstimulated.

It’s when they’re both trying to catch their breath and Jaehun's thighs are shaking that he breathes out, “You’re a little heavy, Your Grace.”

“Hm, should have thought about that before taking me right here, then,” Mark chuckles. He kisses behind one of Jaehyun's red ears. It smells faintly of the luxurious oils that they bathe in; it helps distract him from the scent of blood, now that they’ve come down from the clouds of lust. “I, for one, am not complaining the slightest bit.”

“That’s because you’re the one on someone’s lap, Your Majesty,” Jaehyun coos, then his voice shifts back into rumbling thunder. It resonates throughout the empty throne room, and no doubt it reaches the people waiting outside. Minhyung yawns, job done, and sneaks back to his corner. “Clean up the insolent simpleton and dispose of them. Fools you are, just standing there! Now the blood will stain the carpets.”

“My love,” Mark suddenly mumbles into the crook of his Jaehyun's neck, gaining back neck attention. “Do you ever think about our old lives?”

“Are you getting sentimental after sex, dear?” Jaehyun giggles, but decides to indulge his husband. “I do, sometimes.”

Ah, yes. The past would always be a part of them— two masterminds, as fearsome as a monsoon, of a miscarried revolution. They had come from nothing, from the dirt of the crime-rampant streets, and risen from the ashes to inspire people and have them rise up against the cruel, greedy royals. The two leaders— the lovers that have lived tragic lives— gathered a significant number of rebels, all eager for change and to end the cycle of tyranny at last. People joined out of sympathy, out of anger; they just wanted the oppression to stop.

So, one night, they decided to stage a coup.

Oh, it almost failed, of course. The revolutionaries only had farming equipment or handmade weapons at their disposal, and if they were to be compared to the experienced and skilled palace soldiers… they didn’t stand a chance.

“But we did,” Jaehyun assures Mark, leaving a soft kiss atop his head— crown and all. He cuddles Mark closer; they like to stay together like this, for a while, in each other’s embrace. “We got out of it alive.”

They were the only ones who managed to live, having snuck inside the castle as the guards were dispatched to stop the band of angry peasants.Their shouts for freedom and for change echoed throughout the stone walls.

“I’m sorry,” Mark mumbles back. Guilt bubbles at the back of his throat and leaves a sour taste in his mouth. “It was because of my moment of hesitation that almost got us killed.”

It was Mark that had raised the knife, silver blade glinting in the moonlight. His hand was shaking as he looked down at the slumbering king and queen. He remembers whimpering like a coward, sweat dripping down his temple. The king was the one that had woken up first, by the noise caused by the riots outside.

The old king had shaken his wife awake, shouting. Mark had dropped the knife, letting it clatter to the floor; he was not a murderer, and he let the king and queen tumble out of bed to run out of the room. The both of them cradled their crown and tiara close, like it’s the one thing that they could really call theirs.

“It’s quite alright, my love,” Jaehyun cradles his Mark's face in his hands and showers kisses all over it as a form of reassurance. “I handled it, did I not?”

In the end, it was Jaehyun that snatched the dagger from the floor, chasing after the two royals like it was a hunt for game. Mark had struggled to catch up— the fighting outside the front of the palace, the lack of proper lighting, and his own emotions had disoriented him. His only clue were flashes of red hair, vibrant as the color of blood, through the castle windows and the silver moonlight. Mark thinks he heard the queen cry out, her voice like a wounded animal.

Gradually, the shouts of the peasants died down, and metal footsteps rang all around the castle. They had heard the queen scream, and were on alert.

“I’m still sorry,” Mark sniffles. “Things would have been easier if I just… if only I was brave enough to—”

He is silenced by a pair of lips. He didn’t realize he was crying until he tasted salty tears and felt fingers wipe them away.

“You were scared, darling. It’s okay to be scared,” Jaehyun whispers, tender. Even though he’s still inside of Mark, the moment they share is personal and deep. “We are here now. We are kings now.”

Mark remembers rushing into the throne hall to find Jaehyun standing over the bodies of the king and queen. The older was covered in blood and, when he looked towards Mark, his eyes sent shivers down Mark’s spine; the look in Jaehyun’s eyes was positively feral and adrenaline-laced. The way Mark had approached his beloved was akin to a scared lamb.

Soldiers ran in, but they were much too late. They were paralyzed, at a loss of what to do; the guards were supposed to be well-trained, but… their masters are dead. They couldn’t do anything but watch as Jaehyun placed himself on the throne, testing it out, before putting the king’s crown on his Mark's head.

Then the castle became a palace, and one king became two.

“What if we end up like them?” Mark mumbles nuzzling Jaehyun’s hand. “Everyone knows that we have blood on our hands. What if we end up dead?”

What if they’re the ones who'll have their bodies strewn across the steps below their thrones, their crowns wrenched away?

What if two people, as great as an earthquake, decide to take a page from Mark and Jaehyun’s book and take the throne for themselves? What would happen if another pair, as intense as raging fires, decide to burn down everything they knew and loved?

Will there be change, then?

“I don’t think so,” Jaehyun’s voice, as soothing as it is, snaps Mark out of his reverie. “That is very unlikely to happen. We rule with iron fists. No one would dare.”

That’s what the former king and queen said as well, Mark tells himself as he cuddles closer, before their blood colored their precious jewels red.

“I will ask the servants to run a bath,” Mark mumbles, finally getting out of his husband’s lap. He bites his lip as he lets Jaehyun’s cock slip out, as cum drips down his thighs. “And perhaps take a little walk in the garden.”

Mark fishes around the gold for his clothes and, after a moment’s consideration, Jaehyun’s crown. He lets his fingers run along the matte black before setting it on Jaehyun's head. Mark smiles, “My king.”

“My king,” Jaehyun echoes with a grin, taking Mark’s hand and bringing it to his lips. “Now put on your bottoms, you silly thing.”

“I am, I am,” Mark laughs. His clothes are wrinkled but, at the very least, he’s relatively decent for the palace. He swoops in for a kiss, soft and sweet. “I love you.”

“And I you,” Jaehyun’s smile is evident even as their lips dance against each other slowly.

Mark thinks he’ll try to wear a string of pearls around his neck, too. Just to see what it’s like.

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