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onlymingyus · 11 months

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Lemon Drop

pairing; kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x reader

genre; fluff, suggestive

warnings; arguing over something petty very briefly, reader has breasts, kissing breasts, use to pet names, and mention of food

w/c; 850 and some change

requested; no

a/n; i saw a tiktok about a woman stopping an petty argument with her husband by flashing him, and it led me here. thank you to @duhnova, @junkissed-replies, and @wonwussy for beta reading. special thanks for my supernova for the title!

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Soonyoung furrows his brows looking at the container that had once held two different cookies. He had bought them earlier in the day and then made his way outside to do chores while you worked on things inside the house. Now he was staring down at a single cookie.

Yes, he had bought one for himself and one for you, but the point that was upsetting him was that the molten lava cookie was gone. In the place of the chocolate filled cookie was the lemonade one he had thought you would enjoy the most.

Glancing around the kitchen, a pouty frown on his face, Soonyoung finds you with your hands in the sink. You were humming some song stuck in your head as you washed dishes. Normally he would find it adorable but the only thing on his mind at that moment was that you were a cookie thief.

“Y/N, baby…love of my life?”

Furrowing your brows, you use the back of your wrist to turn on the water to rinse the soap off your hands before glancing over to Soonyoung who was still standing over the cookie box. His words weren’t necessarily out of the ordinary but you could still tell he had something on his mind.

“Soonyoung, darling, what is it?”

The man lets out a huff as you mock him. Hadn’t you done that by choosing the wrong cookie? You watch him point down to the box and he watches your brow lift in confusion.

“The cookie? What about it babe?”

Soonyoung takes a step in place, much like a child who couldn’t get his point across without words. You watch him sigh, his hands moving under the small box to lift it and show you the single lemon flavored cookie inside.

“This was yours. I mean, come on baby, when have I ever chosen the fruit cookie?”

Your mouth falls open slightly in disbelief and slight amusement as you take a few steps towards your boyfriend and the offensive cookie.

“You didn’t tell me you wanted the other cookie. Am I a mind reader, Soonie?”

Pouting outwardly now, Soonyoung drops the box back on to the counter with a huff. His eyes fall to it before lifting towards you once again when you shake your head and start to walk away from him now.

“Well no, but Y/N! You should have known which one, you know me. I really wanted to eat that one. I was outside in the sun, working so hard on the yard. I kept thinking about that cookie and now… it’s just…”

He was rambling. Soonyoung had started to ramble about the loss of a cookie. Leaning your head back you let out an annoyed sigh knowing how childish he could get when things didn’t go his way. Turning to walk backwards you just nod along with Soonyoung’s words making him feel more frustrated until his eyes fall to your hands.

“Oh my god, just what?”

With an annoyed sigh you then prompt him to keep speaking as your fingers work your shirt up over your chest along with your bra, the man can only stare. Your breasts look soft and inviting to Soonyoung but he can only shake his head when he hears you hum at him trying to get him to speak up.

“Tell me about your cookie, Soonyoung.”

Nodding, Soonyoung gestures towards you and then at the box on the counter. You can’t help but to smile as he stutters over his words trying to form full comprehensible sentences while he eats you with his eyes.

“It was going to be really good. It was chocolate. Fuck, Y/N…I just want a snack. I–God you are pretty. I was trying to have a serious conversation, but I can’t…when you have those out.”

Taking a step towards you, Soonyoung finds himself having to chase you in a way as you take another step backwards from him.

“The cookie was good, and why can’t you talk to me like this?”

Pulling your shirt over your head you toss it at Soonyoung who barely catches it in time to watch you drop your bra on the floor.

“I don’t think this is fair. I was trying to be mad about something.”

Nodding, you purse your lips in amusement. Soonyoung’s fingers clutch around your shirt in his fist but his eyes move from your breasts to your face causing you to smirk.

“Do you want to be mad or do you want your snack? It’s your choice.”

You watch as Soonyoung’s face changes, a smile pulling at his lips. Your shirt falls from his fingers and he walks towards you with more purpose.

“I want my snack. I’m not mad anymore. I’ll just go by another fucking cookie this week.”

Laughing, you run your fingers through Soonyoung’s hair once he is close enough. The man groans quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your right breast before shaking his head. He knew you had won this one, but he wasn’t sure he cared if he had lost when you were his prize.

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etherealyoungk · 11 months

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light a flame - hoshi

summary: you and hoshi get paired together for a dance competition. the only problem was that you find him annoyingly attractive and may or may not have a small (fat) crush on him.

pairing: hoshi x fem!reader

warnings: kissing

wordcount: 1.9k

a/n: yeah this was a random brain rot idea i had bc light a flame is too good of a song. and thank you so much to em @gyuswhore for reading this over for me and giving me feedback!

taglist: @daisycheols @naaaaafla @slytherinshua @joshuaahong @kangtaehyunzzz @icyminghao

‘don’t forget, practice at 5 pm’, read the text from hoshi.

you internally groaned. hoshi and you had somehow ended up competing in a dance competition together. you never intended to enter the competition, nope, not in a million years. you steered right clear of it when the applications were open but your teacher convinced you that you should enter the partner dance category. “but i don’t even have a partner," you told the teacher. the very next day you were presented with hoshi.

your teacher told me he was to be my dance partner and that hoshi already applied to us in the competition. your jaw almost dropped to the floor upon hearing the news and you went home freaking out that night because 1) you were scared and 2) you may or may not have an itty bitty tiny crush on him. so,this was bad, really bad.

you only danced as a hobby really, something to distract you and get you moving. but your teacher told you that you were really good, and that encouraged you. but still, you were scared and nervous about performing on stage, especially in front of a ton of people. so, here you were, learning how to dance with a partner, and with the competition right around the corner, the nerves were getting starting to get to you. it didn't help how you found hoshi infuriatingly good-looking and attractive and how annoyingly good he was at picking up the dance, unlike you. you probably stepped on his feet a million times during the practice. but you were slowly getting used to the moves and dance once you memorized and practiced them.

you reach the dance studio and open the door to the practice room. hoshi’s already there, doing some warm-ups. he glances at you, acknowledging your presence. why did he look so attractive today, god. I swear he wore that sleeveless shirt on purpose. you mentally smack yourself and peel your eyes off him. this is not the time to be thinking ridiculous things, get yourself together.

you do my warmups as well and soon we’re standing together, facing each other. right when you're about to ask him something, the room goes dark. “what the hell?”, you mutter. hoshi is quick to use his phone and turn on the torchlight. he says something about going out to check what’s going on but is out the door before you have any chance of replying. so, now you were left standing alone in the dark room, all alone. you see a faint light source heading toward the door and it opens. “there’s been a power cut, so power won’t come back till 10 pm”, hoshi says.

“then how are we supposed to practice?”, you ask. “should we just cancel today and do it tomorrow”, you add. “trying to skip practice see", he taunts. "what no! i was just suggesting", you defend and he smirks softly. "there’s no need for that, i have a solution”, he states, walking past me and that’s when you realize he's holding something as well.

you see the spark of flame and realize that he’s lighting candles. “that's your solution?”, you ask, stepping closer to him. "it works”, he says, looking at me. once he’s lit a bunch of candles, placing them around the room, it’s illuminated enough for us to see each other. “this is weirdly romantic”, you mumble. “guess we need a little romance for our dance right?”, he says, giving me a wink. you would be lying if that didn’t make my heart do a little. why was he affecting me so much today?

“ready?”, he asks once he’s done, standing before me. you gulp and nodded. ready as I’ll ever be i guess.

you're wearing my heels because the dance requires them and with them, you almost match Hoshi’s height. but still, he’s tall and well-built. he's confident and takes pride in his dancing and he’s insanely good as well. you on the other hand? you seemed like a mess right now.

the music starts. he opens his hand out for me to take and you do, his palm closing around yours gently. suddenly you're so aware of his hands on your body. you rest my hand on his shoulder and his other arm holds your waist, and you're hyper-conscious about how his hand feels around your waist. we follow the music and dance together, doing the moves as we practiced. but on the twirling part, you lost your footing and stumble. hoshi is quick to catch you, his hand wrapping around my waist tighter as he pulls you into him. we’re so close and he studies my eyes and face.

“why are you so tense”, he asks. "i'm not”, you defend, taking a step back and his hands leave your body. “you are”, he states again. “what’s going on that pretty little mind of yours”, he asks. “n-nothing”, i say, avoiding his eye and looking down but i can still feel his intense gaze on me. “i’m just nervous okay”, you quickly say, your eyes finding his again. “about the competition day?”, he prompts and you nod slowly. and you, you’re making me nervous.

you're suddenly grateful that the room is dimly lit, hoping he can’t see how nervous i actually am. the music continued playing, but none of us bothered to restart it. “remove your heels”, he tells. “why? i should practice with them on”, you respond. “you can wear them later, i don’t want you hurting your ankles or feet”, he adds. you look at him but remove your heels nonetheless, putting them to one side and you slip into your sneakers again. once you're back in front of him, he reaches for my hand again and he gently moves my body along his, guiding me and dancing to whatever part the music is playing. “don’t think about the moves too much, just relax”, he says guiding me. without you wearing heels, he stands gorgeously tall in front of you.

“you’re doing great you know”, he says after a few moments of silence. “thanks”, i say softly. “you’re incredible by the way, the way you dance is so…alluring. you really have a natural talent for it”, you say, complimenting him. the darkness and you two alone suddenly makes you bring out your innermost thoughts about him. you can make out the faint whisper of a smile on his lips.

“you’re still tense”, he says. “i’m not”, i say. “well, the death grip you have on my hand says something else”, he adds, raising an eyebrow. shit. “sorry, i didn’t realize”, you quickly say, loosening your grip on his hand. you look down, mentally cursing myself.

we’re slow dancing now, not really how it was supposed to be but he said to relax so you guess we were just going with the flow. “still nervous?”, he prompts. you mumble a soft yeah as you look up at him. he signals me to twirl, and right before i turn around, he stops me, holding me back so that you're caged in front of him, your back against his chest. his hands are wrapped around me, not letting you move, and you're confused.

“hoshi what are you-“, you ask but you don't get to complete your sentence.

“look at yourself”, he simply says as i look at him through the mirror, his entrancing gaze meeting yours. “you’re beautiful and even more so when you dance. you’re confident and know what you’re good at.”, he says to me, not breaking eye contact with me as the words leave his lips.

“i’ve seen you dance before”, he adds, his hand encompassing mine tighter. “don’t be nervous about the performance, just think of it as me and you”, he tells and you turn to jelly in his arms and you're pretty sure that you're heart is beating a million miles per hour. his grip on you loosens and he lets me go. you twirl out and back in so we’re face to face again and once again.

you clear my throat before speaking. "am i really good?", you ask, somehow still unsure. "you're amazing", is all he says with a genuine smile. “thank you for that”, you say shyly as you look up at him after a few seconds.

“but i'm sure you were wishing for a partner who didn’t step on your feet as much as I did”, you say jokingly as we dance around, his hand feeling warm around your waist. “no actually. i don’t think i would have done it if you weren’t my partner”, he replies, making your heart skip yet another beat. “really?”, you ask, in denial. “yeah…you’re really good as well and i think we connect well, don’t you think?”, he asks, staring deep into your eyes and you're starting to feel your heart pick up its pace again. you numbly nod because yo're not thinking straight. you glance at his lips and you swear that you saw his lips curl into a small smirk when you did that.

we’re getting to the bridge of the song and he pulls me closer as we continue to dance, not bothering about the actual moves anymore. “you look beautiful when you dance”, he says once again softly against your ear, and you almost miss a step. the music is coming to an end now and you step back, he pulls you into a fancy dip, which catches you slightly off guard but he's careful to hold you tight as he pulls me back up, his hands around your waist tight and you’re flush against him, your cheeks heating up. your hands are resting on his shoulders and you’re so so close god. his lips look so soft. maybe it was the candlelight or the fact that you two were dancing alone in a dark room. or the fact that you were slow dancing, but that brought out some courage in you that you didn’t know you had and you leaned in ever so slightly and placed the softest peck on his lips. you pulled away after five seconds, horrified because what the fuck did you just do.

“shit hoshi im-“, you start but don’t get to complete as his lips crash into yours and you literally melt into his arms when his lips gently move against yours. his grip around your waist tightened in an attempt to pull you closer as one of his hands goes up to hold your cheek. he pulls away and we both stare at each other.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been wanting to do that”, he says, his words reverberating through the empty room. “me too”, i admit softly.

“knew you had an eye for me”, he says with a smug smirk. “what no i don’t”, you say, trying to deny it but he just raises his eyebrow at you. “i couldn’t have been that obvious”, you say unbelievably. “you were baby. i’ve seen you staring at me from the mirror when i practice and not to mention your heart rate always goes up when you’re around me”, he says it like a fact.

“excuse me?”, you say but you don’t have anything to defend myself with. “why do you think you wore this sleeveless shirt today, i know it drives you crazy”, he says. “i really hate you”, you say. “i knew you wore that on purpose, you and your stupid muscles”, you mumble. he opens his mouth to say something but i stop him. “say another embarrassing thing and i’ll step on your feet on purpose”, you say, making him chuckle.

“let’s go from the top again”, he says, leaning in. “and don’t worry, we’re going to win”, he whispers against you lips before kissing you again.

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wonjns · 2 years

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pipes ♭

pairing; wen junhui x male reader

genre; smut

summary; you expected your day to get worse after finding your clogged and leaky sink,,, what you didn't expect was your day getting a million times better by doing something about it... or, having someone else do something bout it.

includes; bottom!reader, plumber!jun, grinding, man handling, muscle kink, implied blowjob, unprotected sex (dont irl!!)

wc; 3.5k

notes; requested by anon ✓ "Can I request a Junhui oneshot (smut)? Where the reader have a clug on his sink and he called a plumber which is Jun who was looking hot that the reader attempt to wear a very short clothes to catch Jun's attention." // WHEHEH jun is so hot hdhgsghs i feel bad taking FOREVERRR to write this but i sure did enjoy it, even though im 80% sure this is trashhh.... BUT i love writing for svt !!!

you sighed, looking down at your kitchen sink, the 99th problem you've had today.

this was absolutely the last thing you needed. school was a mess, your part-time job was a hot mess, and your recent breakup was an absolute travesty - to put it in simple terms.

amidst your currently stressful and hectic day to day life, you were at least grateful you had the comfort of your own little adorable, freshly rented apartment. it was the only thing you were in complete control of - the designs, the furniture, the decor, how much art you hung, how many plushies you owned; it was like your own little realm, your safe haven.

so, now that your safe haven had internal leaking and busted pipes, you might actually pull your hair out.

you face palmed yourself, and after 30 minutes of whining in isolation, you managed to call a plumbing service. it would probably cost a fortune, but it wasn’t like this was something you could just avoid. you had never called a plumber on your own before, so all you could do was pray it was worth it and that it wasn’t some scam despite all the skepticism that lied in the forefront of your mind.

you could see the whole scene play out now - some hefty man who would probably smell like fresh manure and saggy pants would roll up to your apartment, track mud inside through some gigantic sloppy boots, break apart your sink, and then charge you nearly a thousand dollars for a $100 job.

well, it seemed you learned nothing in grade school about judging stereotypes, because when you heard a soft ding dong, you would’ve never expected the sight before you.

standing beyond your door frame was a tall, slightly tanned man with what had to be the most attractive eyes you’d ever seen. he sported a clean dyed blonde undercut, with dangerously sexy darker roots. his facial features were small and his shoulders were wide,,, really wide. his one piece denim jumpsuit flaunted his legs, the longest ones you’ve seen in a hot minute.

he looked around your age, much younger than expected for a plumber, and as your eyes raked over his body, his proportions seemed a little too unreal. and even though his frame was clothed, you couldn’t help but notice how muscular his thighs-

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focus.

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“hello, sir.” he spoke politely but nonchalantly, a lollipop loosely hanging from his lips.

his greeting fell upon deaf ears, as you just stood there gawking for a moment.

he must’ve seen you staring and assumed you found him rude, as he furrowed his eyebrows for a second before removing the lollipop from his lips and brightening his tone.

“hello, sir? i’m jun from proxy plumbing inc. i’m here for the call about your sink?”

you blinked a couple times, shooting your eyes back up to meet his. you offered a sheepish smile, a bit embarrassed.

“yes! sorry, come right on in...” you finally responded, stepping aside to allow him entrance.

jun smiled back at you before plopping the lollipop back in his mouth, reaching down to pick up a huge back of equipment that you had been too easily distracted to notice.

the taller male followed you through your cozy apartment, eyeing the abstract art on the wall and plush stuffed animals mounted on ledges and counters.

cute, he thinks.

“so, i’m not really sure what’s wrong with it, but the lady from your office said something about an internal leakage on the phone?” you spoke when you reached the kitchen.

jun nodded. “mind if i take a look?”

setting his bag down, the sandy blonde dug inside and fished a flashlight. he loomed over your sink, arching over to shine his light down the drain and get a good look.

you were originally standing next to him, growing a bit flustered at how he practically towered over you. you stepped back so he could have space to better examine your sink - at least that’s what you told yourself. of course, it was only a coincidence that you stepped far enough back to see his round butt fit tight against his jumpsuit. geez, you’re such a perv.

you’re once again snapped out of your trance from his physique as he shoots back up to give you a debriefing of what exactly was wrong with your sink. you listened along, nodding as he spewed terms you had no idea about and honestly weren’t interested in learning. your gaze simply remained transfixed on his pink lips as he spoke, lightly glistening from sucking on his lollipop.

“alright, mr. y/n, i’ll go ahead and start the repair.”

“sounds good- oh, and just y/n is fine, if you want.” you offer with a friendly smile, maybe too friendly.

“okay, y/n.” he returns your flirty smile, and you swore you saw a wink for a split second.

as he got started, he opened up the bottom cabinet below the sink, and started... unzipping his jumpsuit? you froze in place, watching the metallic zipper fly down the middle of his torso, stopping just at his waist. he freed his arms through their loops, exposing his toned biceps through the lightly tattered white tank top he wore underneath.

his lollipop danced between his lips as he tied the now loose arm flaps tightly around his waist, revealing how thin it actually was in comparison to his broad shoulders. damnit, how was a plumber so sculpted.

he looks up, quirking an eyebrow curiously at you when he catches your lingering stare on the delicious curves of his arms. you immediately turned around after getting busted, wanting to avoid risking him seeing the blush you felt sneaking its way to your cheeks.

“o-okay then, i’ll just be in my room... finishing some work... holler if you need anything.”

you splashed water on your face in your bathroom. looking at yourself in the mirror, you cursed. you were a mess.

only 10 minutes into ‘finishing some work’, which actually consisted of stealing glimpses of the tall, lean, muscular man under your sink every couple of seconds, you felt a warmth in your stomach that just wouldn’t leave.

there was no way you were turned on by your plumber.

you gently smacked your palm against your face, trying to make yourself snap out of it. you were just tired. yeah,, that was it. you were just exhausted from managing school and work and were feeling the lonely withdrawals of dealing with a breakup.

it had only been two weeks, after all. but it had been a total of four weeks since you got physical. a month without feeling the satisfying warmth of someone else wrapping you in their arms.

as you kept peaking at jun’s arms flexing while he worked, you couldn’t cease from imagining those arms being the ones to end your touch deprived streak, encasing you. you imagined him nuzzling his head in your neck and leaving hot, bubblegum scented kisses. you obviously noticed how undeniably skilled his hands were at working a wrench, you could only imagine how it would feel for him to be skillfully stroking your-

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y/n. focus.

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you changed out of your work clothes and put on some short gym shorts and a loose tank top, hoping the air condition would cool you down.

this man was here for a job. that’s it. he was going to fix your sink and you both would carry on about your days, business as usual. it was immature to let your fantasies run wild about some stranger that was only at your place for professional reasons - plumbing nonetheless, arguably the most unromantic scenario possible.

you got a grip on reality. the reality that any mature, adult man would be responsible and not go out there to flirt with employees, no matter how badly you wanted to.

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“y/n~~” jun called from the kitchen, almost playfully.

“yes?” you respond from your room.

“come talk to me, i’m bored.”

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....fuck the reality.

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you couldn’t have moved fast enough back into the kitchen. when you arrived, laptop being held balanced on one of your forearms, you leaned against one of the cabinets.

jun’s jumpsuit, while still tied, had significantly lowered on his waist. it seemed he was getting quite the work out dealing with your pipes, as his white tank stop started to cling to his torso through a layer of sweat. oh god, this was terrible. his chest and pecs was nearly in full view, his abs taking the chance to peak through the transparent white as well.

you begged your eyes to behave, maintaining eye contact with jun as he lifted his head to watch you walk in. a little smirk played on his lips, satisfied at how soon you arrived.

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“isn’t it a little unprofessional that an employee is asking to be kept company while on the job?” you ask, a teasing tone dancing through your voice.

“i suppose... but it’s probably more concerning when the employer is undressing the worker with his eyes every 5 minutes.” jun quipped back, sitting up from his position under the sink.

your breath hitched, and you to cough a little, causing jun to chuckle.

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“just kidding, i know you just want me to do a thorough job.” he continued, rummaging through his tool bag and grabbing some sharp pliers.

returning to his position on his back under your cabinets, his propped one of his legs up, spread just a little more than they needed to be. oh god, you really didn’t want him to leave.

you were stunned in a silence at his ‘joke’, before you began awkwardly laughing to play it off.

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“right, of course. you know a lot of companies out here scam clueless customers like me, i just want to make sure my stuff is at least properly fixed.” you perked up, placing your laptop down on the counter.

“that’s true. you don’t have anyone here to help you figure this kinda stuff out?” he questioned, and you knew what was he was getting at.

“nah... my boyfriend and i broke up a couple weeks ago.” you admit, trying not to sound too defeated.

“boyfriend...” you hear jun mumble lowly.

“so does your girlfriend appreciate your handiness around the house?” you question, doing some of your own sleuthing.

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jun chuckles at your question, you catching sight of his gorgeous whites even from under the sink.

“nah,, i’ve never had a girlfriend. not exactly into ‘em.” he casually responded, once again making your breath hitch. thankfully, you were more discreet this time.

you didn’t want to assume anything, but decided to test your theory further.

“really?? what’s a handsome guy like you doing without a girlfriend,, i bet the ladies are all over you.”

“they are, but i prefer when it’s the pretty boys.” he responds with an even more visible smirk on his face.

jun slightly lifts his upper body again to look at you, his shirt riding up just enough to expose a small patch of his toned torso. you noticed a small patch of dirt on one of his temples, and somehow it made him even sexier.

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your thighs immediately squeeze together, and you fight to keep your jaw from fully dropping. his shamelessness only caused the heat in your stomach to burst into a flame, and there was no putting that shit out now.

the blonde chuckled more as he leaned back to continue his work, but you heard his laughing quickly cut short with a sharp “ow!”

your head shot back to him amidst your flustered state, noticing that he had lost his grip on the pliers and dropped them on his stomach.

it didn’t seem like it would hurt much, but the way jun grabbed the injured spot with a contorted face said otherwise.

“jun?? are you alright?!” asked, shuffling over to him concerned as he curled his body to the side.

he rubbed the area where the pliers fell, grunting.

“are you hurt? let me see.” you say, gently tugging his tattered shirt upwards.

“it’s really nothing,” he pants. “is just a-“

you pull his shirt up.

“scar.” you mutter softly, eyeing a faint, decently sized stripe that ran up the side of his torso.

“it was bad when i got it during a job a couple months ago, but it’s just a little sensitive now.” he spoke, his original cocky tone no where to be found.

you nodded. admittedly, it looked way cooler than it did painful, and you couldn’t help but feast your eyes on the rest of his exposed torso that it complimented. his skin was practically glowing - glistening from a thin sheet of sweat.

his eyes locked on to you as you gently reached out to feel along his scar, his toned abs lightly contracting at your gentle touch. you’d lie if you said you didn’t feel blood rush south as your hand glided over his muscles, taking the liberty to roam his bare chest.

eventually, he leaned up after fully discarding his shirt and was just letting you feel wherever you wanted. both of your breaths were becoming labored. his skin was so smooth, but his lean muscles were so firm.

you held your breath when you locked eyes. whatever was happening, there was no going back - your body kicking into autopilot as your fingers danced along his frame. you reveled in the feeling of his defined shoulders underneath your palms.

“does it still.. hurt?” you ask in a whisper.

“it.... uh... not anymore.”

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those words were the last to be spoken before the whirlwind began.

only mere seconds had passed before you pressed against your cabinets in a heated kiss. jun’s lips desperately assaulted yours in a fury, and you returned the force with a hunger so strong you could feel your mind hazing over.

you were so lost in the warmth that was radiating from him to that you hadn’t even noticed jun hoisting you up against the wall and wrapping your legs around his waist.

a deep moan ripped from your throat as jun’s tongue invited itself into your mouth, swirling and sucking with a strength you couldn’t comprehend. jun must’ve been just as needy as you were, as you were reduced to squeezing him tightly in order to even keep up with his mouth’s tempo.

the older male’s fingers kneaded into your ass cheeks as one of your hands curled into his hair, allowing your free arm to drape over his broad shoulders and feel along the expanse of his smooth, exposed back. your eyes rolled to the back of your head when jun switched to sucking passionately on your neck’s pulse point, feeling your palm glide along his firm shoulder blade.

his skin felt so irresistibly good under your touch you swore you could’ve been daydreaming.

he dug his head farther into your neck and couldn’t resist the urge to grind against your core after hearing your whimpers, which grew louder from the sensation his mouth was bringing your weak spot. the aroused groan that escaped jun’s throat from the friction of your bodies rubbing together only made more heat pool in your stomach.

the blonde lowered you back to the floor just long enough to pull your short-shorts down, revealing the bulging erection that prodded through your underwear. jun licked his lips seductively before looking at you again, a slow smirk growing on his face. you were busy panting from the intensity of it all, and he was reveling in seeing you so worked up. you couldn’t help yourself from whining once more from the silence and latching on to his biceps, pouncing back on him.

he caught you in his arms effortlessly, maintaining the god-forsaken smirk during your sloppy makeout when your legs returned to their place around his waist. you were shocked at the difference a singular layer could make, shamelessly obsessed w the pressure his abs were bringing your clothed cock.

“you’re driving me crazy, please take these off.” you groaned in between heated kisses, referring to his plumbing jumpsuit still tied around his waist.

“so shameless, mr. y/n. i didn’t expect such a needy client today.” he quirked back, only half-joking. he really didn’t expect his today to go like this, but who was he to complain.

your face was glowing red from both embarrassment and libido as you were once again on your own feet, being dragged by the taller man to your bathroom.

you were then immediately pressed up against the door, jun trapping your lips within his once more. you could still taste the faint flavor of his bubblegum lollipop, making him addicting enough to almost just want to stay like this forever. your greedy hands roamed over his tones torso once more, his body slightly wincing when you graced over the scar on his muscly torso again.

you broke the kiss for air, but mostly to watch how his lean abs rippled under your touch. you couldn’t help but release another deep moan at the sight of his perfect body, and the grin on jun’s expectant face gave away his satisfaction of you practically drooling over him.

however, he also noticed your disdain over the uniform pants he still wore, your slightly perverted mind running wild with the imagination of what he looked like underneath.

“patience, baby, patience.” jun whispered slyly as he effortlessly lifted you yet again and placed you on the sink counter.

he tugged at your underwear’s waistband before looking at you with lust-filled eyes, your pleading face begging him to continue.

his warm mouth traced kisses down your thighs, that were seconds away from trembling, as he dragged the material down. jun discarded the boxers with ease, and dragged his tongue painfully slow up one of your calves and to your inner thigh.

your throbbing erection begged for attention, yet he was determined not to give it anything more than a gentle peck on your shaft - an action that sent you nearly feral. if your thighs weren’t trembling before, they were now hosting a seismic earthquake as jun stood and removed his own plumber pants, his muscular thighs now on full display for your eyes.

you whined and squirmed in place on the counter when you took in the size of his erect cock, it was beautiful. the idea of a man being built this perfect still couldn’t settle in your mind, and at this point every fiber of your being was aching for him.

your gawking didn’t go unnoticed by jun, who finally returned your attention by grabbing your legs and dragging you to the edge of the sink. a deep sigh escaped the both of you as your now bare erection pressed up against his abs, and his member prodded at your entrance.

jun’s eyes searched yours for confirmation, and when you desperately shook your head yes and clung to his shoulders for stability, he finally started pushing in.

you moaned a little quick-- and too loud, for your own liking, but the immediate pleasure the stretch brought you was almost unbearable. it had been so long, and the more he filled you the more you felt like you were floating. you threw your neck back as he hilted inside you, him littering kisses and nips on your neck column.

he stood still for a while, not even hearing your pleas for him to move as he got lost in prodding his tongue and lips against your nipples. the stimulation was making your head spin and you really weren’t sure how much you could handle before you lost it.

“j-jun, please.” you weakly whimpered, to which he happily obliged.

and fuck, the talent in this man’s hips was unbelievable. once he started rolling his hips into yours, he didn’t miss your sweet spot a single time.

you bit your lip to keep from emitting any more embarrassing noises, eventually opting to taking one of his own muscular pecs into your mouth, drawing out a groan from him instead. your ego boost with every deep sound he made, the vibration surging through his chest offering you even more pleasure.

soon enough you met your climax, the feeling of your sensitive tip rubbing against the grooves of his abs proving to be more than enough to get you shooting white over them.

jun’s name fell from your mouth endlessly as you struggled to catch your breath, causing him to slow to a stop after helping you riding out your high.

“attaboy,” he spoke, bathing in your fucked out face before placing a kiss on your cheek. “you did so well.”

“but you didn’t finish..” you replied, feeling guilty after noticing you couldn’t hold out until he reached his own orgasm.

jun simply chuckled at you before helping you down from the sink and gently pushing you to your knees.

“its ok, you can help me.” he quipped. you looked up at him a bit confused, and he stroked a hand through your hair.

safe to say the kitchen’s pipes weren’t the only ones clogged that day.

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wonwussy · 2 years

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Perfect Gentleman

pairing; joshua hong x afab reader

genre; suggestive, thriller

notes/warnings; use of pet name; mentions of blood; wine; kissing and nakedness; a blonde hong jisoo is upon us; a knife... taglist at the bottom; this is part of the spookteen svthub collab for halloween

word count; 2300 and some change

“So, what was the last trip you took? For fun, not business?” you ask, before reaching for your wine glass.

The man across from you grins, pulling his phone from the corner of the table so he can unlock it and scroll through his pictures. “My mom and I went to Greece a few months ago,” he answers as he turns the phone to show you.

You lean closer to see the screen, smiling when you see him and an older woman posing for the camera. “You both look so cute and happy! You have the same eyes,” you tell him as you lean back and take a sip of your wine. “How was it?”

Joshua sets his phone aside again, before reaching for his own glass of wine. “It was really great. She really needed it, and I’ve always wanted to visit. So, I figured two birds, y’know?”

You study him as he speaks, noting the tender way he regards his mother. It is like you’ve hit the jackpot with your date. “I’m glad you got to go then, and you had a good time. Definitely a trip I’m sure she won’t forget.”

He nods as he finishes his wine, pausing as he regards you. “Do you want to get going? Maybe go back to my place?” he asks, his voice quiet as he sets his empty glass down.

You can’t help but smile, the edge of your glass resting against your lips as you pull in a deep breath. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, let’s go,” you finally answer as you put your glass back down on the table.

He grins as he stands and pulls out his wallet, tossing a few bills onto the table, which was way more than enough to pay for your meal and tip. “Come on. I’ll drive,” he says as he stands and offers you his hand.

You take it as you stand, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest as he squeezes it gently. Your mind is racing as he leads you out of the restaurant, trying to figure out if you’re making a mistake.

Normally, you wouldn’t even think about going home with someone on the first date, but Joshua isn’t normal. He is the perfect gentleman. Almost a one in a million shot at something good. He is handsome, funny, respectful. Interesting. Incredibly attractive. Miles above and beyond other guys you’ve had first dates with.

You two chat idly as he drives you back to his condo, which helps you relax in the plush sports car seat. It only takes a couple minutes before his fingers are intertwined with yours on your lap, and it makes your heart flutter and your cheeks tinge pink.

It doesn’t take long before he is parking in an underground garage, turning off the car and climbing out. He rounds behind the vehicle to help you out, and slips an arm around your waist to pull you close to him.

“I’m having a lot of fun tonight,” he whispers into your ear as he guides you around columns and cars. “I’m really glad we’re doing this.”

Your bottom lip catches between your teeth as you smile, nodding at his words as he presses the call button for the elevator. “Me too. It’s been really nice,” you agree as you both step into the elevator car.

He hesitates only a second, before his lips press to your cheek in a chaste kiss.

You can see him smiling in the reflection of the elevator doors, and he catches your gaze. There’s a flash of something in his eyes, but it disappears just as quickly as it came. Before you can think on it too much, the doors part, and he leads you off the elevator.

Leaning against him as you walk down the hall, your heart beats harder the closer you get to his door. When he stops and pulls his keys out, you rest your cheek against his arm, watching as he unlocks his door with a happy sigh.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he announces as he pushes the door open to allow you to enter first. “It’s not much, but it’s home.”

Your eyebrows raise as you look around, before turning to face him as he closes and locks the door behind you two. “No, it’s great. Definitely way better than my place,” you reply with a quiet laugh.

He’s watching you, head tipped to the side and a few blonde locks of hair falling into his face. He smiles when you lock eyes and reaches up to run a hand through his hair. “You know, I don’t really do this. Ask girls home on the first date, I mean,” he admits, scrunching his nose in embarrassment.

Another quiet laugh escapes you as you cross back over to him, shrugging one shoulder. “Me either. Go home with a guy on the first date, I mean,” you return. “But, you’re different.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as you come to a stop in front of him. “Different? Usually when a woman says “different”, it’s a bad thing,” he jokes in a whisper, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

You lick your lips and shake your head as his hand cups your cheek. “No. It’s definitely a good thing with you,” you whisper back.

He doesn’t move, almost as if he’s waiting for you to kiss him. And so you do.

His lips are soft on yours, keeping the kiss tender as his thumb brushes your cheekbone. His other hand slides to the small of your back, pressing you to him as your arms circle his neck. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip just barely, and it’s enough for you to part your lips for him to deepen the kiss as he starts walking you backwards.

You finally pull back and pull in a deep breath, twisting your arm to take his hand on your back. “I don’t want to trip,” you tell him sheepishly, slipping your fingers between his.

He chuckles as you turn, allowing you to lead him down the hallway towards his bedroom. “I wouldn’t let that happen.”

“Hm. You know, I believe that.” You pause at a door and turn the knob, only to find it locked.

“Office,” he explains. “Bedroom is the last door on the left.”

You nod with a smile, following his direction. “Why do you keep it locked?” you ask, your curiosity getting the best of you.

Joshua shrugs as you enter his bedroom, letting your hand slip from his as he stops in the doorway. “I have some important work in there. I don’t want any cleaners accidentally messing something up if they try to clean and organize. I’m afraid I wouldn’t hear the end of how it looks in there,” he answers with another chuckle.

You turn to face him when you reach the foot of his bed, gathering the hem of your dress in your hands. “An organized chaos kind of man, huh?” you tease, slowly lifting your dress up and off of your body.

His eyes follow your hands and then the dress as you let it fall to the floor next to your heeled feet, a tiny smirk tugging at his plush lips. “Yeah, I guess so,” he replies quietly as he crosses to you. His hands come to a rest on your hips as he stops in front of you, his fingers gently playing with the band of your underwear. “Can I kiss you?”

You blink up at him at his question, unable to help the blush that creeps across your skin. Here you are, standing nearly naked with his hands on your hips and just about to fuck, and he’s asking permission to kiss you. “Please,” you whisper back, eyes closing as his lips press to yours once again.

The perfect gentleman.

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You aren’t ready to wake up, wanting to enjoy a few more precious moments of sleep in one of the most comfortable beds you have ever laid in. However, the smell of fresh coffee drifting through the bedroom is too enticing to ignore. As memories of the night before flood your mind, you can’t help but smile and tug the comforter over your face as a squeak of happiness leaves you. If anything came out of this date, it is that Joshua is an incredible lay.

You yawn as you push yourself up to a sitting position, a small post-it note catching your eye from the side table. You reach for it and read it quickly, a small smile crossing over your face at his thoughtfulness.

Go ahead and shower. Breakfast will be ready soon.

Glancing around, you see an open door with the light on. You reluctantly crawl out of the bed as you stretch your arms over your head, padding into the bathroom to see a towel waiting for you on the counter. Your smile grows wider at the sight, shaking your head a little. He really thought of everything.

You shower quickly and wrap the towel around yourself, before making your way out to Joshua in the kitchen. You are able to take in your surroundings better once you enter the living room, noting the grays with small pops of color around the room. The large windows allow for the sunlight to stream in, lighting up the room and making it bright and warm.

“Oh, you’re out. Good morning,” Joshua greets from the kitchen, smiling as he takes a sip from his coffee.

You glance up to see him watching you, suddenly feeling shy as you stand there in just a towel. “Uh… good morning,” you reply, your grip on the towel tightening. You pause as you glance around again, eyebrows raising as you spot the guitar in the corner by the window. “Do you play?” you ask, shifting your gaze back to him.

He shrugs one shoulder as he sets his mug down, reaching for the knife sitting on the counter. “I dabble, if that’s the right word for it. I played a lot more when I was younger,” he answers as you cross over to the kitchen island he’s standing at.

“Oh yeah? I bet you got all the ladies, didn’t you?” you tease as you come to a stop in front of him.

He laughs and turns to face you, resting the tip of the knife on the cutting board. “Oh yeah. All of them. Even a few guys too,” he jokes, resting his other hand on your hip. “Seventh grade me was hot stuff.”

Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth, and you close in on him. “I mean, you now is still pretty hot stuff, if you ask me,” you whisper, running your hand up his arm to rest on his bicep.

He smirks and leans down to press his lips to yours in a light kiss. “That is very good to know,” he whispers against your lips. He shifts quickly so your back is against the counter, reaching up to pull your hand from the towel.

Your heart jumps in your chest as he tugs the towel open and his eyes drift over your naked body. “So… breakfast?”

He just simply nods and leans down to kiss you again, trailing his fingers up your side and to your neck. His thumb brushes your jaw, and he pulls back with a small smirk. “Almost ready.”

You nod a little, before furrowing your brow in confusion. “Did you spill something?” you ask, glancing down between the pair of you at the feeling of what felt like warm water. You blink when you realize it wasn’t water, but blood, and let out a short cry of pain. “Jo- Joshua?” you stammer as you look back up at him.

He’s just smiling at you, his eyes dark as he slowly pushes the knife into your stomach again. “I had such a great time with you. Really.” He draws in a slow breath as he pulls the knife out, tipping his head to the side. “I wasn’t sure when I first saw you, you know.”

Tears form in the corners of your eyes as your knees start to buckle, white hot pain shooting through your body as your blood spills from the two wounds. “I don’t– I don’t un- understand,” you pant as you weakly grab at his shirt to try and steady yourself.

He sets the knife on the counter and shakes his head a little, reaching up to tuck a hair behind your ear. “There’s nothing to understand, darling.” He wraps his arms around you as you nearly fall to the ground, carefully lowering you to the floor. “Did you think you were that special?” he asks, tipping his head to the side.

You can feel chills follow the pain, and you struggle to pull in a full breath. You blink as you feel the towel under you, darkness clouding your peripherals. His eyes are locked on yours, as if he’s just watching your life drain from you with a smile on his face. “But I…” you trail off, your voice quieter than you thought it would be.

Thoughts race through your head as the panic sets in more, tears finally spilling from your eyes. Did you leave your stove on? You should have made your bed, it’s a mess. What about your trash? It’s going to smell.

“I really did have a great time. It’s just… too bad it ended this way. Maybe in another life we will have a second chance.”

Your leftovers are going to go bad.

Joshua sighs as he rests his arms on his knees, crouching next to you. “Don’t worry. It’s almost over,” he whispers. “I wonder what your last thought is going to be.”

He was the perfect gentleman.

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3raaaachachacha · 2 years

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8:08 pm

Wen Junhui x female reader / 517 words / fluff / smut

Warnings: cockwarming, public sex

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

Day twelve of kinktober - wen junhui x cockwarming

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You couldn’t stop shaking. Your nerves were getting to you as you sat in the dark living room with the large group of boys, watching a marvel movie with loud action scenes to distract their attention from what was happening between you and your boyfriend. Jun had suggested trying cockwarming sometime to see if the two of you would enjoy it or if it was really all that it was hyped up to be, but you didn’t think he meant in public with all his members around.

You were nervous someone would see or know what was happening, even though to the normal eye, it looked like the two of you were snuggling on the love seat in the living room of the large dorm. Jun held onto your waist, so you wouldn’t move around, loving the feeling of your warm core wrapped tightly around his hard cock. Even though he would love nothing more than to fuck up into you and destroy your pussy here and now, there was a sense of peace that washed over him. It was such an intimate position, being this close to one another.

“You’re doing so well baby,” Jun whispered to you with a sweet smile on his face as he noticed your slight shaking and worried expression, “Don’t worry so much and relax. If you clench around my cock one more time, it will be noticeable,” He joked, chuckling slightly before turning back to the film.

You nested your head in between his neck to hide your shame. You wanted to fuck yourself onto his cock so badly, and you weren’t only shaking because of being in a public area, you needed him now. Something about cockwarming, especially in a public setting made you so unbelievably horny that you almost couldn't help yourself.

“Junnie, please, I can’t wait any more. I need you,” You whined in his ear, trying your best to stay quiet.

His grip on your waist tightened, as a soft groan left his lips, “Fuck, are you serious babe? We can’t leave right now. It’s the middle of the movie,” He wanted to fuck you just as much as you did, but what could he do about it right now without it being noticeable?

“I want you to ruin me Junnie,” You pressed a kiss to the shell of his earlobe, “Fuck, we need to cockwarm more. Love being so close to you.”

He grit his teeth together, debating the urge to make it obvious of your intentions to the guys or to wait it out another hour, “Baby, wait another hour for me. Once this movie is over, I’ll make you cum as many times as you want. I promise,” He groaned out before pressing a kiss to your lips.

A pout formed on your lip as you clung onto his shirt before resting your head on his chest, “Okay, I can wait for you, but you better mean that.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your head before leaning onto it, “Of course. I’ll do anything to make you happy baby. Always remember that.”

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kmultismut · 2 years

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Going Seventeen - Good Offer

Genre: suggestive

Members : ot13 x reader

You were filming Going Seventeen - Good Offer with the members. You were the main character without them knowing. Your task was to get two teams of your choice to transfer all of their money to you by the 3rd round. You first teamed up with Joshua, Wonwoo and DK. While all of you were in the room discussing your plan, you sat on the table in front of DK. You had your legs spread around his chair and he put his arms on your thighs. You played with his hair while talking to Joshua. DK put his head in your lap and closed his eyes enjoying your touch. You could see the jealousy in Wonwoo's eyes so you bent forward to give him a forehead kiss. He blushed and pushed his glasses up to further focus on the conversation. You knew Joshua wanted the same treatment so he convinced the rest of the boys to transfer their money to get your attention. As you were walking out of the room, you kissed Joshua on the cheek as a thank you. Once you were satisfied with that team you decided to go for your hardest target which were S.Coups, Mingyu and Jeonghan. Fortunately, Jeonghan teamed up with Joshua's team so you only had to convince S.Coups and Mingyu. Mingyu and S.Coups were alone outside in the lobby so you walked up behind S.Coups and gave him a back hug. S.Coups giggled and asked you, "What's up, honey?" "Please, baby, transfer the money to my account, I will help you win this game." You let your hand travel lower and squeezed his c*ck over his dress pants while making eye contact and smirking at Mingyu. Mingyu gulped watching you stroke the older member, wishing it was him in S.Coups' place. S.Coups closed his eyes and let his head fall back. He groaned quietly and bit his lip. "I don't trust you." "Well, then I suppose you don't need any help with your problem.", you backed away and looked at the tent in his pants. "Sh*t!", he cursed under his breath as he saw his hard on. "Mingyu-ah, go transfer her the money." "But-" "Now!" Mingyu groaned but obeyed his leader. S.Coups started guiding you towards an empty room, but before you reached the door the alarm for the end of the round went off. Since you bought all of the paintings in the bidding you were the winner of the game. The boys looked at each other in disbelief as the staff gave you the MacBook Air. You still decided to spoil the boys with ice cream you bought for them for their good cooperation.

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 1 year

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love me tender...or maybe not - the touch

pairing: cupid bf!wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive (for this chapter), eventual smut in future chapters minors dni

warnings: kissing, virgin!wonwoo, experienced!reader,

word count: ~0.8k

summary: cupids are the messengers of love and eros. but not all of them have truly experienced eros, in mind and flesh.

Author’s note: surprise >:) new mini series with pink eros wonwoo as an innocent cupid >:)

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Through the eons, eras and different civilizations the world has seen, love always existed in various forms - whether it’s a song, a poem, a flower or even a god and a goddess. Or perhaps, a messenger of love, like the Cupid.

Coincidentally enough, you are dating a cupid - but he doesn’t look like the adorable, chubby little boy portrayed in Renaissance paintings and sculptures.

He looks like a normal person - if that normal person had a face and a body sculpted by the hands of the gods. Soft, dark brown hair, bright feline eyes, sharp jawline yet porcelain-like skin, accompanied by broad shoulders and a small waist.

You know Wonwoo is a cupid, but even as a cupid, he’s just so, so beautiful.

“Y/N? Are you listening to me?”.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I am”, you blatantly lie, caught like a deer in headlights. “Really now? Baby, you were just spacing out”, Wonwoo laughs. “Or I was just admiring your beauty”, you grin, telling the truth this time. He rolls his eyes playfully, pinching your arm just enough to tease you.

“Hey, what was that for?!”, “That was to bring you down from your little pink cloud”, “Says the cupid!”, you retort, earning another laugh from him. “As I was saying, tonight is your friend’s birthday….I hope you remember that”, he makes a joke and you glare at him. “Yes, Wonwoo, I do remember it’s my friend’s birthday”, you deadpan, “What’s the matter?”.

“Is it okay if I accompany you to the party?”, he asks timidly and your eyes shoot up in surprise, a wide smile spreading on your lips.

“Are you kidding me? Of course, it’s more than okay!”, you hug him, pressing your lips on his cheek, “The guys will be thrilled to meet you! Oh my God, this is so nice, I’m gonna call them”, you grab your phone to text your friend, but Wonwoo stops you by putting his hand on yours. “I...would prefer it if you kept it as a surprise”, he gives you a soft, bashful smile. “Sure thing, Woo”, you smile back.

You’re in the bathroom, applying the last bits of makeup to perfect your look for your friend’s party. You hear some unusual rustling noises coming from your shared bedroom and you turn off the light, on your way to check on your boyfriend.

“Hey, Wonwoo, I’m ready, we should leave in a cou- oh”.

You stop at the door, the man in front of you letting out a loud gasp as he stands in the middle of the room, half naked and wings exposed.

It’s the first time you see his wings up close and you swear you’ll pass out if you take your eyes off them - a cotton candy dream, looking softer than silk and prettier than all of the paintings you’ve encountered in your life.

“I-”, "P-Please look away, you s-shouldn't see me naked", his wings flutter nervously around his surprisingly toned torso, cotton candy pink feathers covering his porcelain skin. “But you aren’t naked, Wonwoo, just….shirtless”, you giggle. “It’s improper nonetheless”, he mutters, shyly. “I don’t think it’s improper to me”, you step closer to him, “besides, you’re definitely a sight for sore eyes, my dear angel”, you cup his cheek.

His wings ruffle again, grazing your skin ever so slightly, the softness of the feathers forcing the appearance of goosebumps on your skin. You just smile softly at him, but Wonwoo doesn’t dare to look at you, his cheeks flaring up.

Adorable, you think and bite your bottom lip, pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I’ll leave you be, then. But don’t be late!”, and you take your leave shortly after.

Wonwoo lets out a breath he was holding for a rather long time, his wings relaxing and uncovering his torso again, watching them change from the cotton candy pink to a slightly dark pastel pink in the mirror behind him, his eyes widening in shock.

How did this happen? What’s wrong with me?!, he thinks, mentally cursing himself for getting swayed by a mere peck on his cheek.

Maybe it’s the peck on his cheek that just made his heart jump - maybe it’s the fact that you were so close to him, your bare hands touching his feathers. Maybe, deep down, Wonwoo wanted you to touch his skin with your bare hands and feel your warmth. He wonders how soft your skin on his would feel, how he would react if you touched certain places of his body-

He covers his mouth out of shame, chastisizing himself for letting his mind wander to dangerous places like those - but then again, don’t the arrows his kind use to pierce innocent humans cause these exact same thoughts?

Curiosity has invaded Wonwoo’s mind and it won’t leave any time soon.

Not until he has satisfied it.

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onlymingyus · 1 year

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Hallmark Moment: Daddy's Day

pairing; kim mingyu x f reader

genre; fluff, slightly suggestive

warnings; dad!mingyu, mom!reader, kids, mention of reader's mom, slightly suggestive conversation at the end, pregnancy

w/c; 1.7k and some change

requested; no

hallmark moment ONE (fluff) & TWO (fluff/smut)

a/n; this is probably the last of the hallmark moment series. i just needed to write something sweet and happy. i wasn't planning on posting anything or writing anything but i needed it. i hope you enjoy it. the header was clearly the inspiration, but the cake of course has nothing to do with the story so just work with me here.

A small, exaggerated gasp escapes the young girl’s lips as she rolls over the couch with a toy foam sword in hand. Amy laughs as she bounces off the cushion finding it only slightly difficult to get to her feet so she can point her sword in the direction of where she and Mina had deemed the evil wizard was.

“Back, back I say! You’ll never take our daddy from us.”

Mingyu grins to himself, reaching up to adjust the plastic crown that Mina had placed there a few minutes before. The ring on his pinky just barely fit on his finger to his first knuckle but it seemed to make both his daughters happy. He had let them put on both earrings and the necklace without any sighs of a fuss.

Days like this were Mingyu’s favorites. It had been just over six months since the adoptions had been finalized making Mina his, and Amy yours. Days like these reminded him how important that had been to you both when you had spoken your wedding vows not only to each other but to each of the girls just over a year ago.

With a laugh, Mingyu reaches out to catch Mina when she steps back stumbling over the rug in her valiant battle with the unseen wizard. The small girl grins from ear to ear, melting his heart as he helps her back to her feet so she can continue her task.

Instead of a sword, Mina had chosen to brandish the magic wand that had come in the princess dress-up package that Mingyu was now wearing most of. With a flick of her wrist, Mina points with the silver and blue wand dramatically.

“Your magic is no match for mine. I’m the best, right Daddy?”

Soft, beautiful eyes that were the same shade as yours look to Mingyu for validation. There was no way he couldn’t respond properly.

“Oh, absolutely sweetheart. You are the best I have ever seen with magic.”

Amy giggles at her dad’s words, her sword slicing through the air with more flex than necessary. The sword was showing its age but she didn’t seem to mind, just simply enjoying her time playing.

“And what about me?”

Mingyu smiles brightly matching Amy’s smile. Shaking his head, Mingyu takes in a deep breath extending his arms out towards the girls with the same dramatic acting they had been using the entire afternoon.

“I’ve never felt safer knowing you and your sword is in front of me Knight Amy of the House of Kim.”

With seemingly renewed confidence both girls charge at the imaginary evil wizard as Mingyu watches with amusement in his eyes. It’s only when the girls cheer at their own victory does he join in clutching at his chest at how they had saved him and his kingdom.

“I knew I could count on my brave protectors. Once again my kingdom is safe.”

Mingyu laughs when both girls run over to him to pounce on him smothering him with hugs. His arms wrap around them letting them curl into his form so they can already begin to gossip amongst themselves about how well they did. Taking the wand from Mina’s hand, Mingyu sits it on the couch behind him only to do the same with the foam sword.

Moving into the living room as silently as possible, you can’t help but smile at the sight in front of you. Your eyes move with the movement of Mingyu’s fingers pushing through both of the girl’s hair as they babble excitedly about some kingdom, wizards, and a princess. With your hand resting on your lower back you move into the room catching Mingyu’s attention first granting yourself his bright smile.

“Hey, beautiful.”

At his words, both of your daughters spring into action clambering from your husband’s side to move to hug you as best they can. Your own smile seems to warm the room making Mingyu take in a deeper breath as if he could inhale the happiness and keep it forever. Neither of you would get tired of his, seeing each other with the girls, seeing them happy like this.

“Hi, Mommy!”

“Mommy, oh my gosh. We saved Daddy from a wizard. We saved the entire kingdom!”

Your sweet laugh causes Mingyu’s smile to move toward his eyes. You were so attentive, he watches as Amy and Mina lead you to the armchair helping you to sit down so they can start to recount the entire story. How Princess Daddy was trapped in his tower by the evil wizard and Knight Amy and Sorcerer Mina found him and took care of the evil.

Glancing at Mingyu, you simply bite at your lips giving him a good once over with his crown, Mina’s wand now between his fingers as he lets his hand hang over his knee. He was the best father for your children that you could have ever asked for. The thought of him like this was enough to make you feel warm and for your heart to beat faster.

“I am so glad you saved Princess Daddy. I love him very much and would have been so very sad if something had happened to him, but look how lucky I am that I have you two to keep him safe even when I am away. I love you both.”

You watch as both girls seem to swell with pride at your words feeling like they are on top of the world at making you happy and keeping the house safe while you had your evening away from the house. Leaning to press a kiss to each of their cheeks you laugh against Mina’s skin when you hear her try to hide a yawn.

“Being a hero is very hard work. I think it’s time for bed.”

Mingyu watches you for a moment, your hand moving to the arm of your chair as you start to try to stand only for him to move more quickly.

“Please, let me put my brave heroes to bed tonight. Say goodnight to Mommy.”

Letting out a relieved breath you smile up at Mingyu who winks at you before you have both girls draped over you. Your arms wrapped around them you give them more kisses whispering how much you love them and for them to sleep well.

Mingyu glances back at you mouthing that he will be back soon, his hands gently guiding both girls toward their room and finally into their beds. Leaning down over Mina’s bed, Mingyu presses a kiss to her forehead making her smile.

“Goodnight sweetheart. I love you.”

Mina wiggles further down into her covers, her small hand reaching up to caress her dad’s cheek making the man lean into the gentle touch. It still amazed Mingyu how much someone so small could make him melt so easily.

Reaching up, Mingyu removes the crown from his head placing it on top of the girl’s head smiling at the sound of her laugh. Moving his eyes and then his feet towards the other twin bed, Mingyu takes Amy’s hand into his own lifting it to his lips to press a kiss to each small finger before grinning at hearing another sweet laugh.

“I love you, Daddy. I’m really glad we saved you.”

And I love you too. You can save me anytime, but you know I’d do the same for you, right?”

Amy smiles tiredly, her eyes beginning to close as she nods causing Mingyu to laugh softly. Slipping the ring from his pinky he puts it onto her index finger before leaning to press a kiss to his daughter’s cheek. His words whispered against her skin making her smile as she drifts off to sleep.

“Goodnight, angel.”

Mingyu only lingers in the room for a moment, his eyes moving from one bed to the other. He wanted to make sure both of his daughters were safe and comfortable. Soft happy sighs and snores told him that they were and that it was okay for him to pull the door shut and return to you.

Seeing you still sitting in the chair, your left hand moving slowly over the swell of your stomach causes Mingyu to stop in the archway. He wished he had his camera handy. He wanted to capture little moments like this forever.

Swallowing hard, Mingyu takes a step causing the floorboards the creak drawing your attention and making you smile when you see him reaching up to take off the last of the jewelry the girls had placed on him earlier. He only stops long enough to drop them onto the couch before moving next to you leaning down to press a soft lingering kiss to your soft lips that seem to make you lose your breath.

“I missed you, but I hope you had a good evening with your mom. You deserved a break, baby.”

His words were spoken against your lips, making you smile once again. Your fingernails gently scratch over the nightly stubble at his jaw causing Mingyu to grunt as he pulls away to look at you. Moving to stand in front of you, Mingyu lowers himself to sit on his heels so he is more level with your still-growing belly as your eyes move over his face.

“I missed you too, and the girls. I’m glad you had fun with them, but I did need it.”

The last of your words come out as a small laugh when you feel Mingyu’s hand run over your stomach, tickling you even slightly. A small whispered apology slips from his lips before your husband leans to kiss your stomach and rest his chin against it lightly to look up at you.

Your fingers run through his hair gently, you tilt your head to look at him lovingly. You loved moments like this. You loved how much he clearly loved you and your family. How much, Mingyu loved the little boy the two of you had made together now growing inside of you. Shaking your head, you smile running your fingers along the side of Mingyu’s face and feeling him lean into your touch before he speaks.

“Let me run you bath?”

Nodding, you bite your bottom lip as Mingyu turns his head to press a kiss to your palm.

“Only if you join me.”

Mingyu smiles against your hand before nodding in agreement.

“I’d love to, beautiful.”

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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22 — ksy [thirteen.]

summary: everything will be alright if you keep me next to you

tags: suggestive, fluff, gn!reader warnings: alcohol consumption, intense make outs, heavy petting, reader is a bit delulu at the start wc: 3k an: i know okay, i know everyone associates 22 with chan but cmon!! hoshi is perf for this song

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“Wear this one!” Minghao comes bursting into the room, an outfit on a hanger flourishing behind him as he rushes in.

You giggle. “Hao you’ve had me try on like five outfits now.” You don’t really mind, especially since you’re a bit tipsy as you and your friends get ready for the party you’re about to head to.

“And I promise this is the one!” Minghao shoves the cloth into your hands. You strip the previous outfit Minghao suggested and start to pull the new one on.

“How do I look?” Seokmin appears from the bathroom. You look his outfit up and down before making eye contact with Minghao and bursting out in a fit of giggles. “What?!”

“You know who you look like?” You ask through your laughs.

“You know Y/N’s ex?” Minghao asks.

“The one who’s best friend kept third wheeling their dates?” Mingyu pipes up from where he’s laying on the bed.

“STOP!” You scream, burying your face in your hands. “No we’re talking about the whole who got publicly decimated by the fashion majors.”

“Oh my god nevermind,” Seokmin says before turning right back into the bathroom, causing the rest of you to erupt into giggles again.

“Hey at least none of my exes were in love with their mom,” you shoot at Mingyu.

“Shut up!” Mingyu throws a pillow at you. You dodge it as you pull on the finishing part of the outfit and turn to Minghao.

“Y/N this is the one!” He exclaims. He himself is in a red and yellow sheer long sleeve with patchwork jeans. He’s messily applying eyeliner around his eyes as he glances over at you.

“If you guys make fun of me again,” Seokmin warns as he steps out of the bathroom again. This time he’s in all black and his hair is slicked back a bit.

“Oooh!” You say as Mingyu whistles. Seokmin blushes at this and you grin.

“Are we ready to leave now? I want food before we go,” Mingyu says as he stands. He’s in a black and white bomber jacket with a white tank underneath and black pants.

You all agree and head out the door, ready to get the night started. You walk together along the street as Seokmin sings a tune and Minghao pretends he finds the older boy annoying. You guys find a 24hr diner on the way to the party and choose that as your place to eat, crowding in a booth together.

“Breakfast!” You squeal in delight as you look over the menu. “I would kill for an omelet right now.”

“Don’t eat too much, you still want to be able to shake ass later don’t you?” Minghao warns.

You’re about to respond when something catches your eye outside of the window. On the sidewalk is a group of four guys walking together. They’re all dressed up like they’re headed somewhere fun. “Holy shit guys look!”

“What?” Mingyu glances at the window.

“Isn’t he the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen?” You ask, eyes trained on the boy who’s talked fast with animated hands.

“The short one?”

“The one with glasses?”

“The lanky one?”

Seokmin, Mingyu, and Minghao ask respectively.

You stifle a laugh. “Wow, way to project. But no, none of them. That one!” You point to the skinny guy with bleached short hair. You can’t see much due to the dull lights and far distance but you can see his wide smile as he talks to his friends. “I think I’m in love.”

“Of course,” Minghao mutters.

“How can you be in love with someone you just saw?” Seokmin asks.

“Love at first sight! We’re soulmates I can tell,” you say firmly.

“That’s what you said about your past three exes,” Mingyu comments offhandedly.

“This one is different! I can feel it in my bones. He is Mr. Right.”

“Well too bad you’ll never see him again. Mr. Right just went left around the corner,” Minghao tells you.

“Fate will bring him back to me, just wait and see!”

“Shit it’s busy,” Minghao says as you guys walk into the club where the party is happening. It’s some kind of party for Minghao’s dance club that you don’t really know all the schematics about but you never turn down a chance to have some fun.

“We don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” Minghao assures the group.

“No, it's fine. We should stay for at least a little while, tonight is for fun, to let go," you say. “Text the group chat if you want to leave though?” Everyone nods.

Right away Mingyu is dragged away by a group of girls who can’t stop giggling and then Minghao sees someone he knows, leaving you and Seokmin with each other.

“Wanna get drinks?” Seokmin shouts over the music and you nod.

You weave through the tightly packed bodies to the bar area. As you wait for the bartender to finish up with someone else you glance around the room when something catches your eyes. Standing on one of the tables is someone shaking their butt. He’s in a black sleeveless shirt and red pants.

“Oh my god! Seok, look! It’s my guy!” You beat at Seokmin’s arm until he looks to where you’re pointing. “I told you fate will happen!” You watch as the blonde haired boy continues to dance, a small crowd around him watching mesmerized.

“You know Hoshi?” The guy on the other side of you pipes up. You look at him. He looks a bit younger than you with brown hair and a kind smile.

“Oh uh,” you flush a bit, “not exactly. But I think he’s very fascinating.”

“Want me to introduce you?” The guy asks and you perk up.

“Would you really do that?”

“Of course. I’m Chan by the way, but I go by Dino at Highlight.” Highlight. Oh, he’s a part of Minghao’s dance club.

“Y/N. My friend Minghao dances there.”

“Minghao, Minghao,” Chan mutters. “Oh! The8.”

“Yep! That’s him.”

“Ah well, c’mon. I’m sure Hosh would love to meet some of his friends.” Chan gestures for you to follow. You look over at Seokmin a bit wary, not wanting to leave him alone.

“Go! Get your man.” He smiles. You press a quick kiss to his cheek before following after Chan.

The younger boy stops at the table Hoshi is standing on and calls for the older boy. “Hoshi! I’ve got a friend who’d like to meet you!”

Up close you can already tell that he looks like trouble in the best way possible and you know you have to have him. His sharp eyes narrow down onto Chan and his face lights up. You decide that you love his smile. He clambers down off the table to pull Chan into a hug. “Channie! What are you up to?”

“Hey hyung. I wanted to introduce you to someone. This is Y/N, they’re a friend of The8’s,” Chan explains.

“Oh! Nice to meet you! I’m Hoshi!” The boy scrunches his fingers up into what you think is a claw. Cute. “Here let me buy you a drink! Any friend of one of my dancers is a friend of mine.”

You allow the boy to guide you back over to the bar where you find Seokmin isn’t at anymore. Once again before you can order drinks Hoshi is perking up and grabbing your hand.

“I love this song! Come dance with me!” Hoshi pulls you into the crowd and starts to dance along to whatever was playing through the club. You have no choice but to dance along with him.

It’s clear you’re more used to club dancing while he’s more used to professional dancing, but that doesn’t stop you two from moving in sync to the music together. At one point Hoshi starts to wiggle his hips against you and you can’t help but laugh and grab onto him and dance along.

You guys dance through a handful more of songs before Hoshi is pulling you back over to the bar to catch your breaths, this time actually ordering drinks for you two.

Once you get your drinks Hoshi is grabbing your hand and dragging you off again. This time he takes you upstairs to the roof. There’s a light breeze but it’s overall a warm night.

“Sorry, it was just really loud down there,” Hoshi tells you before taking a seat against the concrete wall. “You’re pretty cool Y/N. Dino said you’re The8’s friend?”

“Yeah. We’ve been friends for years now. Uh, earlier you said he’s one of your dancers? Sorry if this is stupid but why hasn’t he ever mentioned you before?”

Hoshi laughs at your question and you’re not sure what’s so funny. “Ah that’s probably because I haven’t officially met The8 before. I own Highlight Dance Club but not everyone who’s a member is on my dance squad. I’ve been meaning to get around to meeting your friend but you know how time can slip away,” Hoshi says.

“You…own Highlight?”

“Ah hard to believe I know.” Hoshi grins at you teasingly.

“No! No! I just would expect that Hao would have told me about you or something.”

“I will admit I wasn’t expecting to meet his friend before meeting the infamous Xu Minghao, but I don’t mind too much. You’re fun to hang out with Y/N.”

Internally you are freaking out, this is the biggest score you have ever made, but externally you just smile at Hoshi. “Glad to hear it. You’re fun too Hoshi.”

“Soonyoung.”

“Excuse me?”

“Soonyoung. That’s my real name. Hoshi is my stage name,” he explains.

“Soonyoung,” you try the name out. “Is it bad to say you look like a Hoshi?”

Soonyoung laughs loudly. “I’m glad! That’s the point. Tiger!”

“You’re cute,” you blurt out.

“Oh? You’re cute too Y/Nnie! I’m glad Channie introduced us!” Soonyoung leans over and attacks you with a big hug. He then plants a large wet kiss on your cheek causing you to break out into a fit of giggles.

“C’mon!” You stand and pull Soonyoung onto his feet as well. “Let me introduce you to Hao.”

You hold on tight to Soonyoung’s hand as you guide him back downstairs and through the crowd. You search through the club until you find Minghao in the middle of the dance floor twerking. When the song is over you’re quick to get the man’s attention.

“Minghao!” You shout and grab at his arm with your free hand. “I have someone you should meet!”

Minghao turns and looks at the man next to you. “Your dream guy from earlier?”

You blush at this comment and try your best to hide your embarrassment as Soonyoung sends you an inquiring look. “N-no! Minghao, this is Hoshi-ssi, the owner of Highlight. Even though I think you should be the one introducing me.”

“O-oh!” It’s Minghao’s turn to look embarrassed. “I am so sorry! It’s so nice to meet you Hoshi-ssi, thank you for allowing me to join your club!” Minghao bows low and Soonyoung lets out a loud laugh.

“Call me hyung. I’m just happy to officially meet you!” Soonyoung lets go of your hand so he can pull Minghao into a quick hug. “I’m excited to see more of your skills.”

“Thank you hyung.”

Minghao and Soonyoung talk a bit more but then Minghao is being pulled away by someone else, leaving you and Soonyoung alone again. It doesn’t take long for you two to start dancing again. You two stay to the edge of the dance floor so you’re not too crowded. Soonyoung stays close to you as you dance so you’re able to hear each other over the music, talking directly into the other’s ear.

The night continues on and you and Soonyoung stay by each other’s side, talking and dancing and mingling. You really like Soonyoung. He’s funny and kind and talented and handsome and overall perfect. You love the way he lights up when someone comes to talk to him and the way his whole face scrunches up as he laughs at one of your jokes.

The night starts to wind down but you still feel adrenaline coursing through your body. The club has emptied out quite a bit and you and Soonyoung are sitting at the bar together talking about childhood injuries when you remember you should check in on your friends.

You scan the club for them and when you don’t pick them out you grab your phone. You have a slew of messages on your phone from your friends. You open your group chat and your eyes land on the last message.

HaoHao: Decided to call it a night. Have fun with Hoshi-hyung Y/N!

You groan.

“Is everything okay?” You look up from your phone to see Soonyoung staring at you with concern.

“My friends ditched me,” you tell him as you set your phone back down.

Soonyoung frowns at this. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug. “It’s okay. Just means you’re stuck with me even more now.” You grin and nudge your shoulder into his which makes a wide grin spread across his face.

“Hey! I know a great place we can go. C’mon!” Soonyoung stands quickly.

“Wait! This is your party, shouldn’t you stay until the end?”

“Eh, it’s fine. I’m sure Jihoon and Seungcheol will make sure everything gets tied up.” With that Soonyoung grabs your hand and promptly drags you out of the club.

The air is warm but not to the point where it’s uncomfortable. You and Soonyoung walk hand in hand down the quiet street as you stare at the city lights. You don’t go out much at night but you decide that you like the atmosphere, but it might also have to do with the company.

“Hey,” Soonyoung bumps into you, “what was The8 talking about earlier with ‘your dream guy’?”

“Oh no,” you whine. “I was hoping you would forget about that. Earlier my friends and I got dinner before going to the club and we saw you and your friends walking together. I thought you were uh, really cute. My friends made fun of me for it but I told them fate would bring you to me. It’s stupid I know.”

Soonyoung squeezes your hand tighter. “Well it looks like fate did its job. Oh look, we’re here!”

Soonyoung picks up his pace as he pulls you into the building. It looks like a small office building and when you get inside it looks like there is construction going on.

“Don’t tell anyone, but because of the popularity Highlight is gaining I’ve leased this building to be our new studio. It should be ready next month.”

You chuckle a bit. “Wow, that’s really cool Soonyoung. It’s crazy to think a fun guy like you can also be such a serious business man.”

“Ah trust me, I’m not always this fun,” Soonyoung chuckles a bit himself. “I’ve been told I can be a bit of a drill sergeant during practice. I told myself to let go tonight and well, your company didn’t hurt. You make me feel like I’m twenty-two again.”

“You say that like you’re old,” you tease him.

“I’m older than you!”

“Oh you’re right, you’re ancient,” you say, exaggerating the last word. “Nearly one foot in the grave, you know. Better get to writing that will and testament.” You’re smirking now. “How old are you anyways? Thirty?” He gasps. “Oh? Too low? Thirty-three? No- thirty-five!”

Soonyoung looks fully offended now and you giggle as you take off. The dancer is hot on your heels as he chases you around the studio. You find your way into a practice room by the time you run out of breath. Soonyoung’s stamina is obviously better than yours as you slow down, allowing him to catch you.

He backs you into the wall, crowding into your space. “Say I’m thirty-five now, huh? It seems like you’re the one who’s out of breath.”

Your bodies are close. As close as they were earlier on the dance floor, but this time you guys are alone instead of in a packed room. Unconsciously your eyes flit down at his mouth and then back up to his eyes.

You aren’t sure who made the first move, maybe you did it at the same time, but you blink and suddenly Soonyoung’s mouth is on yours, his body pressing you into the wall even more now. You frantically make out, lips and tongues and teeth all over. Your hands grip at each other as you continuously attack each other’s mouths, not allowing the other to breathe.

A low whine escapes your throat as Soonyoung pushes his leg between your thighs. You grind experimentally against him and he pins you even harder against the wall. Soonyoung finally breaks the kiss, lips effectively bruised, only to attach his mouth right back onto your skin. He presses firm, open mouthed kisses onto your jaw and neck, nipping a bit at the skin as he does.

Your hands bury themselves into Soonyoung’s bleached hair as you hold him against you. You pull a bit at the strands, causing Soonyoung to growl a bit and press his kisses even harsher against you. His hands drag up and down your sides, stimulating your body even more. You can feel pleasure prick against your skin, begging for more.

It isn’t until Soonyoung’s fingers brush over your crotch do you finally gain your senses back.

“S-soonyoung!” You gasp. He quickly pulls his hands and mouth away from you but doesn’t completely back off, his warm body still holding yours.

“I-I’m sorry! Are you okay?”

You nod. “Yes. Very okay. I just uh, we probably shouldn't do this…here.” You motion vaguely to the studio room.

“Oh, right.” Soonyoung flushes a bit and fully backs off now. “I actually don’t live far from here…BUT ONLY IF YOU WANT TO! DON’T FEEL OBLIGATED T-”

You quiet Soonyoung by pressing your lips up against his again. “Lead the way tiger.” Soonyoung’s eyes flash at this but you stop him once more. “On one condition though.”

“Oh?”

“You have to take me out on a proper date.”

A wide grin spreads across Soonyoung’s face. “Consider it done.”

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wonjns · 2 years

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tamed studies ✐

🖇️° pairing; xu minghao x male reader

🖇️° genre; smut

🖇️° summary; classic trope of the mean idiot and the patient tutor... but uh, did i mention the tutor was a super sexy chinese exchange student who happens to specialize in brat taming??

🖇️° includes; bottom!malereader, dom!hao, degradation, orgasm denial, slight impact play, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex (dont irl!!)

🖇️° WC; 4.3k (oh my god)

° AN; this was a request !! i feel bad because i was asked to do this forever ago but i’m glad to be posting my first requested work. i tried to make it longer and worth the read in order to make up for taking so long to write it. im not rlly ur everyday tumblr blogger or fic writer so its exciting for me ! lmao @megggegg

you were,,, a brat. sort of.

no, not sort of, you were actually just a jerk. and severely spoiled.

highschool life was hard, and college life proved itself to be even harder, especially now that you attended one of the highest reputable universities in the nation. you were up to your neck in classes, and while you performed decently in most of them, math was a travesty. being the freshman that you were, your parents had big expectations and high hopes that you would follow in the oh-so-successful footsteps of your older brother, junhui, who was in his senior year.

jun was a prodigy - a so called “genius” by your parents who would sing his praises constantly for his ability to excel in every academic subject he touched. naturally, due to his success in school, your parents expected the same of you. every brunch and social that was held in your family’s country club would somehow end up in your mother preaching about how ‘her two beautiful sons were going to become the best doctors the community as ever seen’ - and when your skills clearly weren’t up to par with your older brother’s, it caused you to grow resentful to both him and your parents, the feeling being quite reciprocated.

you became frustrated that no matter the amount of shopping sprees or days off you took, you couldn’t seem to settle down and wrap your head around statistics. instead of remaining level-headed and talking out your struggles with your family, your pride forced you to swallow it all up and only express yourself through tantrums... much like what you were doing right now.

“AND IF YOUR GPA DROPS EVEN A SMIDGE LOWER, WE’RE NOT PAYING FOR YOU TO ATTEND SCHOOL ANY LONGER!” your mother shouted as you stomped your way up your home’s marble staircase, attempting to dismiss yourself from yet another argument.

“YOU WOULDN’T DARE! your little reputation couldn’t handle the embarrassment when all your friends find out.” you spat.

“that’s damn right! you’re getting your education one way or another, so its best you get ready for community college then.” your father joined in at your mother’s side.

you froze in place, hand lingering on your door knob. community college?! you almost threw up in your mouth. you let out an exasperated yell, slamming your door. the echo of the force travelled down the hall to jun’s room. out of curiosity, he steps out from behind his own door and sees your parents huffing away back to their own chambers. he cocks an eyebrow and walks down to your room, knocking gently.

“y/n? what was that all ab-” he speaks lowly, but you cut him off, your voice still very much shouting.

“go the hell away!”

“well damn, dude, I just wanted to ask what was wrong.” he quips.

“thanks for you concern, asshole, but I don’t remember it being your business.” you call back, sinking your head deeper into your pillow as you scroll angrily through your phone.

junhui sighs and goes downstairs to calm your obviously seething parents, aiming to talk them down from making any rash decisions for you. despite your attitude, jun was a pretty sweet older brother, and knew you just needed a bit of help rather than be withdrawn from university all together.

it’s not like you cared though.

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one week later, you heard another knock at your door.

making sure to groan in extra loud annoyance so that whoever was on the other side knew they were already pissing you off, you sat up in bed. you heard the knock again, this time followed by your mom’s voice.

“y/n, come down stairs. now.” was all she stated before walking away.

what could she possibly want at 1:00 in the afternoon? you grumbled, throwing on a hoodie before literally rolling out of your king sized mattress. you shuffled your feet along the floor as you walked down stairs.

as soon as you reached the common area, your eyes slightly widened as you were greeted with the sight of a tall, tan skinned boy with round glasses sitting on the edge of his nose. he set a large assortment of textbooks down at the table next to him as he conversed with your parents. you simply stopped in your tracks as you stared at the.... admittedly beautiful, man.

his hair practically shined in the natural lighting, and his shoulders were broad. his lips were plump and the perfect shade of pink, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his sharp jawline or the way it would flex when he smiled or how his adams apple teasingly bounced when he chuckled at something your parent’s said.

it seems you were caught in the middle of your trance, as your dad waved his hand from where he was standing.

“y/n?”

you blinked a couple times as you snapped out of it, realizing you were biting your lips. you slightly blushed when you noticed all of their eyes were focused on you, especially this new stranger’s shining orbs.

“who’s this?” you speak up, adding slight attitude in your voice to cover up your obvious gawking.

“this is minghao, a friend of your brother’s. he’ll be your new tutor until you pick your grades up.” your mom replies, and the boy slightly bows his head while he smiled down at you.

“T-TUTOR?” you gasp, a bit over-dramatically. “what the hell do I need a tutor for? i’m not in elementary school.” you claim, stomping your foot down.

“well until you stop getting these third grader scores on your tests, this is what we’re doing. you start today, and you don’t have a say in the matter.” your mom chimes in, never dropping her snarky smile.

“today!? it’s saturday-”

“anyways,” your mother continues, interrupting you. “we’re going out for the day, but jun will be back soon. we told him you should be well into your lesson by the time he’s here, alright?”

“yes, maam.” minghao chimed enthusiastically, giving her a thumbs up.

you rolled your eyes and groaned once more, huffing out a sigh when you at the at large table with all of the textbooks. when your parents left, minghao took a seat across from you, sitting as if he were waiting for you to say something first.

“you have a beautiful home..” he finally spoke, looking around and spotting the chandelier above the staircase.

“yea yea, that’s what they all say. you can just get on with the bullshit, i guess. it’s not like i’m gonna pay any attention.” you respond in a bored tone, propping your head up against your hands.

minghao furrowed his brows at you as you tried to avoid his eyes, but you couldn’t stop yourself from awkwardly peeking. the older male sighs and spreads out the textbooks before mumbling something about getting started, opening the first book. it read statistics - an instant turn off for you.

30 minutes into the first lesson and minghao peered at you, catching you on your phone for the umpteenth time. he sighed, setting his calculator down.

“listen, I know you don’t wanna go through this, but your parents are trusting me to make sure you don’t fail another class. I sit next to your brother in a lot of our classes and he’s practically a genius, so I know you have it in you too.”

you rolled your eyes yet again, narrowing your gaze at minghao. his eyes sort of sparkled, looking a little too cute as he pleaded for you to cooperate, but this only stirred you to piss him off more. you smirked as you ignored him, bringing your phone back up to your face.

this caused minghao to scoff in disbelief.

“y/n, look at me.” he spoke, causing your grin to grow wider as you ignored him.

however, he opened his mouth again and this time your smile dropped completely.

“look at me, now.”

the tone in his voice was completely different - much lower than previously and demanding. you looked up from your phone and chills ran wild across your skin from the glare you caught from him. his eyes lost their sparkle, and instead looked like a deep, dark brown abyss.

“put your phone down.”

you could’ve swore a spell was cast on you, because you dropped your phone on the table just a little too fast for your own liking. this caused a shit-eating grin to grow on minghao’s face, one that lit your skin on fire.

he stood from his seat, leaning across the table closer and closer to you. he stopped a couple inches from your face, and his vanilla cologne surged through your senses.

“that’s a good boy... why are you listening so easily now?” he asked as he picked up your phone, putting it in his pocket without moving his face any farther from yours.

you gulped, trying to get back in your groove. you furrowed your brows at him, scooting back on your own accord.

“s-shut up. I’m just finally ready to get this lesson over with so you can get out of my house.” you sneered. but he wasn’t buying it, not one bit.

he sat back into his chair, eyes never leaving you. the truth was that he caught how in between your attempts to ignore him, he followed how your eyes lingers on his long, beautiful fingers when he would turn the page or type in the calculator. minghao was very observant, and it was biting you in the ass.

“come over here and sit by me.” he ordered, patting the empty chair next to him.

“no... and give me my phone back!” you retorted.

“you need a closer look at the reading. the sooner you just listen the sooner you can tweet all you want.”

you sat in contemplation for a while, before groaning and getting up. you made your way hesitantly around the table before placing yourself in the seat beside minghao. you were growing annoyed of yourself - why were you caving for his demands so easily?

he sat and stared at you for a while, a smirk evident on his annoyingly handsome face. you parted your lips to ask him what was his deal, but before you could utter a sound he reached out and grabbed one of your chair legs, scooting you closer until your shoulders were merely centimeters apart. he then leaned down to your ear, speaking lowly despite you two being the only ones in the house.

“i know your problem... you’ve just never had anyone simply take control, have you?”

you felt your face turn red, and you instantly scooted back from him.

“wh- what the hell are you talking about?!” you ask, sounding almost offended.

minghao did nothing but chuckle and drag you right back into his space before casually turning back to the textbooks. he resumed the tutoring session as if nothing happened, meanwhile you tried to stabilize your breathing. you had no idea what this dude’s problem was, but he somehow had an excitement bubbling deep down within you.

an hour goes by, and like magic you’re suddenly more intrigued in the lesson. it was like he had you under hypnosis with his cologne, because you slowly followed along when he spoke and were understanding more of the material.

then, he began to quiz you. he asked you to solve a formula for him, and when you actually managed to identify x correctly, he brought one of his large hands down to rest at an exposed part of your thigh - thanks to your small gym shorts. your breath hitched when he squeezed it gently, offering you praise.

“nice job. now look at this graph and....”

his voice trailed off in your mind as you couldn’t get your eyes to leave his warm hand at your thigh. it felt so soft, and encased your leg so effortlessly. his thumb rubbed the smallest and softest circles into your thigh as he spoke, but stopped when you heard your name called once more.

“y/n? did you hear me?” he spoke, pretending as if he hadn’t caught you lingering on his hand.

“o-oh, yeah, whatever. it’s right here.” you answer, pointing to a spot on a complicated looking chart. you were fully guessing, but didn’t want him to know you were distracted.

“wrong.”

this time, he squeezed your thigh with stronger force, causing you to gasp.

“the hell are you doing!” you call out, scooting back out of your chair.

minghao was fast, though, because before you could actually move away he caught your wrist, pulling you in and quickly situating you on his lap. you squirmed, but didn’t exactly try to leave as he brought both hands to massage both sides of your thighs this time.

“you were doing so good, what’s wrong?” he whispered from behind you, his warm breath against the nape of your neck causing visible goosebumps to rise.

you gripped the table infront of you for stability, trying your best to keep a whine from leaving your throat.

“I-.....I.... uhm, I-” you stuttered. you were desperately trying to find a witty comment to spit out, but it was like you completely lost your mojo, how frustrating.

“next question,” he spoke, lightly nipping your earlobe with his teeth.

you flinched, and genuinely couldn’t speak. his scent and ministrations into your soft thighs were completely overriding your ability to focus. he pulled the hems of your shorts back so that he could massage higher up on your thighs, the sensation causing everything he was saying to fade into the background of your mind as it started hazing over.

“know the answer this time?” you heard him ask, and nervousness overcame you when you realized you hadn’t heard a single thing he’s said.

you began mumbling, eyes trying to make sense of the worksheets in front of you. you feel his hand reach around your front before landing on your clothed bulge, which, much to your embarrassment, had already grown into a hard erection.

minghao chuckled loudly, “no wonder you can’t concentrate, you’re all worked up. aw.”

he gave your member one good quick squeeze, the stimulation causing you to yelp in shock. your hand shot down to grip on to his wrist, your breathing becoming labored. you tried to look over your shoulder at him, but his free hand came up to cup your jaw, forcing your head back to the textbook. you suddenly felt his own hard-on straining in his pants, pushing into your lower back.

“minghao, i-”

“i hope you get this next one right... or we can pack it up and call it a day?” he spoke, his voice holding a teasing tone.

“n-no! no, i can answer it.” you responded, sounding way too desperate.

he bit his lower lip in a smirk, and went on to explain the next formula and percentages normally, as if you weren’t propped on his lap. when it was your turn to answer, you felt utterly clueless. you struggled enough to even pay attention to each word that fell off his tongue in the first place

“answer me, bitch.” he warned, his grip on your cock from the outside of your shorts slowly tightening again.

“n-n-nintey two! the percentage of x is 92″ you fumbled out, squeezing your eyes shut as it was practically guess work.

“...excellent job.”

you let out a sigh of relief, loosening your tight hold on your calculator. you felt the exact plump lips you had admired this past hour and a half begin placing light, feathery kisses down the back and sides of your neck, minghao releasing his hold on your member. you whined at the loss of feeling, but your breath hitched as you felt him beginning to pull at your short’s drawstrings. you sat completely still while his lips worked into a soft spot on your neck, and he untied your drawstrings at an agonizingly slow pace.

you forced yourself to maintain your breathing when he finally loosened them, slowly reaching into your pants without a word. he began palming your bare length as he kissed harder into your weak spot, sucking a red mark into your throat. you moaned, wondering how you even found yourself in this situation, yet not wanting it to stop.

“maybe you’re not a dumbass after all, just a little slut.” he murmured into your skin. his words made your skin feel even hotter, but it still sprung your attitude right back into action.

“I probably would’ve gotten them right sooner if I had a tutor who wasn’t a horny asshole.” you respond, leaning your head back on to his shoulder as his hands work you.

however, he stopped all his movements, groaning as his teeth sunk into your soft spot. you whimpered at the jolt, almost regretting your comment as you bucked your hips into his frozen hand desperate for more of the pleasure.

“is that so? let’s keep going then.”

he brought his hand away from your erection and gripped your jaw again, forcing your head up and at the math problems before you.

minghao went on to read out the graph to you, but this time brought his tongue down to your collarbone, drawing circles into your sensitive skin in between his sentences. you squirmed under him but he gripped your hips still, making it impossible for you to seek any kind of pleasure on his lap.

you took deep breaths in between his pauses as he took his time ravaging your exposed skin, moving your hoodie aside so he could claim more territory with colorful marks. you dug your fingers into his legs, begging him to get on with it. he chuckled quietly before licking his way back up to your ear before finishing the word problem.

“so? whats the solution, little boy?” he asked, his hand finding its way back into your pants. he stroked along your length as you gathered up the willpower to speak, the pleasure becoming too much to function.

your mind raced, hopelessly looking for clues to the answer. you tried to focus, but as the long silence dragged on you felt yourself inching closer to your orgasm, finding it impossible to keep your eyes racked on the calculator. when you couldn’t handle it anymore, you summoned an answer out of thin air hoping it was correct so that minghao could just finish you off, you were so close.

“t-...the solution would be to plug the integers into the denominal fraction!” you sputtered, minghao’s hand speeding up its stroking.

just as you gave your answer, your felt minghao’s face draw next to your ear, and keys jingling at your front door - your older brother jun stepping in.

“incorrect.”

and he ceased his actions, pushing you off his lap.

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ever since then, you were obsessed with your tutor. you’re not sure if it was the thrill of almost being caught by junhui, or the frustration of having your release so cruelly denied by minghao, but each week it seemed like you would get worse at math intentionally.

the brattier you were to minghao, the more dominant he was with you - and it was intoxicating. it was a constant back & forth in the secrets of your own studying whenever it was just you two in the house, although you found it pretty hard to control yourself that one time in which junhui was still upstairs.

this week, the house was empty and the textbooks hadn’t even been opened yet before you were straddling minghao’s lap and making out. he barely had time to set his bag down and take a seat before your lips were quick to take action, devouring each other. his hot open mouthed kisses caused your mind to gloss over, moaning wantonly when his tongue pressed against yours.

when you ground your hips down on his semi-hard bulge, his hands wrapped around your waist to keep you still. you whined at him, trying to chase the friction.

“we need to start our lesson for the day.” minghao sighed. “your results last week were good, but we have a lot of work to do.”

“nooo,” you fussed at him, squeezing his shoulders. “i don’t care about the math anymore, let’s take a week off.”

you continued to aggressively kiss him before he could protest. however, minghao soon peeled his lips away from yours, the satisfying sound ringing in your ears.

“no breaks. you need to behave, y/n.” he warned, which only made you giggle before diving back into his plush lips.

god, he tasted amazing. your lips worked eagerly against his before you felt a hard smack on your ass. you jumped, whimpering at the sting his large hand caused you. you looked minghao in the eyes with an angry pout, and that only landed you another spank on your other cheek.

minghao shifted you around his lap until your back was pressed against the wooden table. he brought a hand up to wrap around your throat, forcing you keep eye contact with him.

“are you ready to be a good student now?”

you shook your head, growing aggravated. you had studied so much and now all you could think of was your brothers sexy best friend whom you willfully let control you each week. you needed him, badly. and he knew it.

minghaos hand never left your throat, and you watched his eyes study you, contemplating what he should do next. eventually, he released a slight hum, an idea seemingly coming to him like a light bulb.

“alright, fine.” he finally spoke aloud, pushing the textbooks off of the table in one swoop. he then stood, holding your underarms to lift you from his lap on to the table.

“if you can pass a pop quiz, we don’t have to study today.”

you eagerly nodded your head in compliance, cooperating as he pressed a hand to your chest and lowered you until you were flat-backed on your table. he began stripping you of your pants and boxers, leaving your bottom half exposed to the cold air. you licked your lips when you watched him start to remove his belt, but felt your excitement grow dim when he stopped after only undoing a few buttons.

he crawled on to the table, one hand resting next to your head as he hovered over you. the other came and started palming your exposed cock, allowing it to grow hard. when your eyes wandered down to watch his ministrations, he called your name sharply, shifting your attention back to him.

“you get 5 chances.” he told you, and you nodded.

damnit, those were the hardest questions of your life.

you had managed to get three wrong right off the bat, and minghao sinisterly chuckled at you each time you whimpered at him grinding his clothed hips to your needy and exposed bottom half.

“you dumb bitch... only two chances left.” he taunted, wiggling his two fingers infront of your face. he then took his two digits and prodded them at your lips.

you sighed when you took his elegant fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them like a melting popsicle. your eyes rolled back from the satisfaction. he withdrew his long fingers from your mouth earlier than you liked, and began sucking on them himself. your face grew beat red at his actions, but you felt your cock twitch at the sight. he then reached down and lifted your legs around his hips, teasing his coated fingers at your entrance. a moan of desperation escaped you.

“tell me about the theory of probability if you can, little whore.” he demanded, circling one of his fingers around your bottom.

the teasing and degradation almost made you moan, but you forced yourself to stay composed, as you were finally confident in an answer. you stilled your breathing and delivered the definition without breaking eye contact. he smiled at you.

“good job, baby boy.” he replied, his demeanor instantly softer as he placed a kiss on your nose.

and without another word, he slowly sunk one of his coated fingers into your entrance. a loud moan drew from your throat, and you could’ve came from just that pleasure after being teased so much. but, even your bratty demeanor was scared to go against minghao’s wishes.

he asked you another question, and you almost exploded in joy when you also knew that one, earning you another finger. the stretch wasn’t painful but it was doing its job, causing you to feel full from his hands alone.

“last one, baby. what happens when N is even in the variance formula?”

you, being on the verge of your high once more, grabbed the back of his neck and brought his ear down to your lips, whispering the answer to him before licking the shell. he groaned, a smirk growing wide on his lips.

“shit, prince, you’re a genius.”

the tall male instantly removed his fingers from inside you, and shimmied off his own pants. your head was spinning when he plunged his erect member into you, instantly grinding with exact precision.

you couldn’t stop the moans from falling past your lips, and only grew louder when he leaned down to suck sulaciously on your adam’s apple.

“I hope junhui comes home early to see his little bitch of a brother being such a good boy, such a smart boy....” he purred into your ear in between littering hickeys on your neck and chest while rutting into you.

the pleasure was sending you to cloud nine, to the point that you didn’t even care about the probability of someone actually coming home early and catching you. all you knew was that tutoring was probably the best investment your parents have ever made.

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