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emeraldecho · 3 months

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Jung Wheein ✧ Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

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Pairing: Jung Wheein x Reader

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: After an awful anniversary date with your boyfriend, you come home to your roommate Wheein to rant about the entire evening. What you don't realize is that Wheein has a plan to make you forget all about your bad date.

Wordcount: 1.1K+

Warnings: Reader has F. Anatomy, Roommate AU, Oral (F. Receiving), Lesbian, Praise Kink, Cheating on an Awful Boyfriend (all my homies hate Brian)

Note: On my knees for women right now so I decided to right about it.

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"-And then Brian had the audacity to call me a hot piece of ass in front of his friends! Can you believe it? What a prick."

Wheein watched you pace back and forth in her bedroom as you rambled on and on about the bad date you had with your boyfriend, the TV still on at a lower volume from when she was watching. What was meant to be a nice anniversary dinner at his house had quickly turned into a bro fest with your boyfriend treating you like trash in front of his friends, because he had supposedly "forgotten that you two were going to hang out."

You and Wheein had been roommates for some time, going from dorming together at your university to getting an apartment until you both figured out your lives.

"I mean I love him- or at least, I thought I did. But then I remember that every time we've had sex, he for some reason just doesn't think I need him to do anything?? Like sometimes I want attention too. And when he does give me attention, he makes it feel like a chore. Like he'd rather be doing literally anything else. And like I know sex education is terrible in some schools but he's a grown man. How does he not know what the clit is-"

"Well, what if I eat you out?" She didn't know what urged her to blurt out the words she did, and she avoided looking into your eyes the moment she said it. She could feel your gaze on her though as you took in what she asked.

“You- You want to- really?”

Your voice sounds far away and you have to snap yourself back to reality when Wheein stands up and looks at you.

Wheein nods slowly, brown eyes wide and curious. Pleading.

“You…you always told me girls are better at it than boys are,” she murmurs, hand gently grasping at your hand, “and — and you told me your boyfriend is bad at it. So let me try? Maybe I'll be better…”

She trails off, gnawing at her bottom lip while she looks at you. Her wide eyes and pouty lips make her look so innocent you think you’re going to combust.

'This is wrong', you think to yourself. You have a boyfriend, even if you hated him. The two of you could never be together. She’d probably regret it in the morning, you-

"You can teach me, can’t you? Please?”

Fuck it.

You swallow down the lump in your throat and nod, “Y-yeah, fuck, come here, pretty girl-“

You shuffle on the bed so you can lay against the pillows with your legs spread, your date clothes suddenly suffocating.

Wheein's so eager to please; she nods obediently and immediately scampers to slot herself in between your legs. Pretty manicured hands bring your shorts and panties to the side, and then she freezes. She’s shaking, brown eyes flicking up to meet yours. She has no clue what she’s doing and your pussy is so pretty- she’s nervous.

“S-stick your tongue out, baby. Y-yeah, just like that, oh my god-“ your hand shoots up to fist in those blond strands, the girl’s tongue timid and soft against your folds.

“Go a little…a little harde- fuck, baby, yes, swipe that sweet little tongue across my clit, j-just like that—“ you whimper, gasping. You involuntarily pull her forward, at the same time bucking your hips up to meet her mouth. it’s fucking heavenly.

You don’t even have to tell her what to do next, her plush lips wrapping around the bud and sucking hard. You cry out, eyes squeezing shut.

She pulls off for a second, blowing cool air over your clit and giggling when your legs jerk. Her eyes blink up at you slowly, half-lidded and hazy, “U-use me, please? Want you to- want you to cum in my mouth. Want to- want to be a good girl.”

Wheein needs praise. You don’t know how you didn’t clock that before. It sends you into some animalistic overdrive and you nod. How could you say no to something so precious?

“Yeah, pretty girl, fuck, get in here-“ you push her back down and she lets you, humming into your cunt obediently and swirling her tongue around your clit before wrapping her lips around the bud and sucking again.

This time she flicks her tongue against you as she sucks, soft hands running up and down your thighs as she does. Your hips are bucking wildly now, grinding up into that hot little mouth and whining as you do.

“Such a good girl for me, so pretty. Gonna make me c-cum, oh my god-“ You should be embarrassed by how high-pitched your voice is, how quickly you’re going to cum. You probably would be later, but your orgasm is barreling towards you and you can’t bring yourself to care.

All it takes is those pretty eyes blinking up at you through long lashes and that knot in your tummy snaps, your back arching as tears fall down your cheeks. It feels so good you’re shaking. You realize it’s been far too long since you’ve had a real orgasm.

“S-so good, shit, my good girl, god- take it, take it-“ You hump her face through your orgasm, cunt fluttering and spasming. It’s too good. Wheein keeps sucking your cunt like the perfect girl she is.

Your legs shake, chest heaving as you come down from your high. You pet at her hair absentmindedly, eyes half lidded.

She pulls off with a wet pop, resting a soft cheek on the fat of your thigh and looking up at you with a giggle, “Was that good?”

She’s got stars in her eyes. you only nod, running your fingers through pretty strawberry locks, “S-so good. Where the hell did you learn all that? Use me? Be a good girl? Are you insane, Wheein?”

She’s embarrassed, pale cheeks flushing bright red when she replies, “I- I remember how you used to talk about the guys you’d be with and what they'd do wrong so I wanted to try out the things you've said you wanted."

You groan. She’s perfect.

“Fuck, you’re unreal. Get up here and let me return the favor or I'm gonna die.” You grin as she nods eagerly.

Your phone dings with a message from Brian, the phone screen flashing with a "Send a pic" text. You roll your eyes, hands already gripping her hips and lowering her down onto your tongue as you mentally make the decision to break up with him the next morning.

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emeraldecho · 4 months

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Such an amazing list of people, please feel free to check all of these writings out and support our Tumblr writers!!

sobbing wheeping squelching giggling ATEEZ FIC RECOS !

@atinyreads

note: these were supposed to be a part of my previous post but tumblr said i already reached the limit :( nonetheless, here are the rest of my favorites and my recent reads <3

note: don’t forget to support (reblog/comment) the blogs who write them ^^ i do not own any of the following recommendations.

cw: some fics contain themes that might trigger you read at your own risk

genre: contains angst, smut, fluff, yandere, and mafia themes.

Hongjoong

just a phone call away by @makeitmingi

drive to survive by @bvidzsoo

love, tailored by @aravrs

only look at me by @pyramid-of-starrs

our destiny by @mi-rae07

the captain’s favourite by @edenesth

Seonghwa

from the cradle to the grave by @prodsh00ky

fire and water by @wooyoungiewritings

yandere seonghwa by @mymoodwriting

dancing with the devil by @bro-atz

your desire by @bvidzsoo

the thing about pretty boys by @wonusite

blinding pavlov by @seohwang

we know by @baek-at-it-again95

like crazy by @gyupinkys

extraterrestrial rated by @latte-fairytaekwoon

idol seonghwa x actress reader trope by skyechild

Yunho

four seasons of love by @starillusion13

let’s get physical, physical by @bro-atz

who? by @todomochi-uwu

the duke’s weakness by @edenesth

Yeosang

bf yeosang by @darkphoenix07

secret relationship au by @ateezmakemeweep

mafia au by @mingsolo

winter blossom by @atzfilm

angst/fluff reaction by @ateez-writings

moonlight by @miaatiny

San

sex after argument by @darkphoenix07

time’s the charm by @jaehunnyy

morning sex by @destiny-fics

let’s get physical, physical by @bro-atz

jealousy sex by @k-hotchoisan

limitless by @sorryimananti-romantic

the jealousy game by @emeraldelysian

underneath the moon by @hee0soo

blue bird by @seonghwaddict

Mingi

who? by @todomochi-uwu

burning desire by @mi-rae07

fight or flight by @mint-yooxgi

Wooyoung

heavy is the head that wears the crown by @bvidzsoo

siren!wooyoung by @ohmyamor

12:45 by @jinisnuggets

home for the holidays by @highvern

pitiful, you’re pitiful by @songmingisthighs

blue bird by @seonghwaddict

Jongho

torn patience by @thenewblackcanvas

needy jongho by @cuddlyjongho

regret by @mi-rae07

OT8

want you back by @whimsicalwritingsandmore

poly ceo ateez by @atinycafe

Other fic recs !

NEWS FLASH! Best release in kpop history:

#ateez #atz #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #San #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #ateez fanfic #ateez ff #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez recs #emerald recs ✧

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emeraldecho · 5 months

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Choi San ✧ The Jealousy Game

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Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Synopsis: "The Jealousy Game." A game in which you and your boyfriend Choi San flirt with other people to see who will break first. However, when San missteps on a day when you just want his love and attention, he realizes that he has to find a way to make it up to you.

Wordcount: 1.8K

Warnings: Reader has F. Anatomy; Make-Up Sex, Wall Sex, Kitchen Sex, Oral (F. Receiving); Stand and Carry Position; Kind of exhibitionist?; Protected (Wrap it before you tap it)

Note: Hi loves, long time no see!! I'm sorry I haven't been able to write that much this year, it's been a lot of ups and downs. But I wanted to get one more story out at least before the end of the year. I hope you all enjoy!!

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You and Choi San had a peculiar way of finding amusement. Whenever you both attended parties, you would engage in a wild game of jealousy, each one flirting with other people, determined to see who would break first. It was a wicked dance of passion and insecurity, the push and pull of emotions that heightened the intensity of your connection.

But on this particular day, a cloud of vulnerability loomed over you, casting a shadow on your usually confident demeanor.

The sun set, casting a warm golden glow over the garden where the party was held. The air smelled of blooming roses and anticipation, mingling with the lively chatter and tinkling glasses. As always, Choi San's eyes danced mischievously, a glint of excitement lighting them up. You shared a knowing smile, acknowledging the game that was about to commence.

To an outsider, it may have seemed as though you both walked through the crowd with poise and charm, effortlessly captivated by your temporary flings. Yet beneath your facade of indifference, a subtle undercurrent of worry gnawed away at your heart. Doubt seeped into your thoughts, staining them with unease.

'Why does San seem so distant today? Is it my fault?' Questions like these peppered your mind, leaving you feeling untethered in a sea of people.

The music began, its rhythmic pulse guiding the fluid movements of the crowd. Your gaze locked with San's, feeling an electric pull that only the two of you could understand. A woman with flowing auburn hair approached, her smile captivating him instantly. You observed with a clenched chest as she whispered something in San's ear, her laughter filling the air like a sweet melody. They moved together, their bodies in tune with the vibrant melody that filled the atmosphere.

Watching San dance with the woman sent a surge of unfamiliar emotions coursing through your veins. Jealousy clawed at your chest, its tendrils wrapping around your heart, squeezing with a relentless grasp. Doubt echoed in your mind, causing you to question your own self-worth. The laughter that had once brightened your eyes dimmed, replaced by a flicker of insecurity. You desperately craved his love and attention, yet it felt as though the world around you had receded, leaving you stranded upon an island of your own apprehension.

Eventually, the song came to an end, and San and the woman parted ways. You couldn't help but feel hurt by his behavior, and rather than taking a step back from the noise. He turned towards you just as you turned away. His stormy eyes betrayed a hint of remorse as he watched you walk away from the party, into the house.

Feeling a mix of emotions, you went inside the house to seek solace. As you closed the door behind you, you desperately tried to stop yourself from overthinking as you grabbed yourself a glass of water, but the thoughts continued to swirl around in your head. The hurt from San's behavior pierced deep, and you couldn't help but question where things went wrong. The sound of the party outside seemed distant now, but it wasn't enough to break you away from the incessant thoughts that plagued your mind. Just as you were drowning in a sea of self-doubt, a gentle knock at the door startled you.

It was San. He softly gazed at your lost expression, closing the door behind him as he entered the house.

As he reached out to touch your trembling hand, his voice was a tender caress against your ear, "I'm sorry, love. I've taken the game too far today. I didn't realize how much I hurt you, how vulnerable you've been feeling."

Tentatively, you met his gaze, seeing the genuine concern etched in each of his features. In that moment, the walls you had carefully constructed to protect yourself began to crumble. "I just needed you, San," you whispered, your voice threaded with aching vulnerability.

His arms wrapped around your trembling frame, pulling you into an embrace where all the pain and insecurity dissolved. He tenderly kissed you. With each gentle touch held his vow to mend the wounds he had unintentionally inflicted upon your heart. In that embrace, you realized that love is not a game to be played, but a tender dance where trust and understanding are the true partners.

"Please let me make it up to you," he whispered softly as he pulled away.

Your gaze flickered between his lips and his eyes before you nodded and kissed him again, soft lips smiling into each other.

He pushed you softly against the wall, deepening the kisses between you both.

Looking into your eyes, your hand gracefully past his belt buckle and into the intimate space of his cotton briefs. He was hard and ready, and you moved it between your fingers slowly, savoring his obvious eagerness. Suddenly, his hands were tenderly gripping your wrists, raising them above your head.

"Please don't move," he whispered as he lowered himself onto his knees. With his face directly between your legs, he unhurriedly unclasped the button on your jeans, undid the zipper, and meticulously slid your pants off.

His lips were just an inch away from your black silk panties. He traced your inner thigh with gentle, delicate kisses. He then moved his mouth to your stomach, nibbling at the bottom of your cashmere sweater. As he rose again, he skillfully used only his teeth to lift up the fabric.

You could feel the warmth of his breath hovering over your breasts. The anticipation and desire within you grew as he started to tease you.

In that moment, all the doubts and insecurities that had plagued you throughout the night melted away. The game of jealousy, once an exhilarating dance, now seemed trivial in comparison to the deep connection you both cherished. What had begun as a test of emotions had ultimately revealed the depth of your love and the fragility of your hearts.

"God I love you so much."

His face popped up from between your legs. His lips glistened with the juices of your almost-orgasm while your legs still trembled from his tongue’s teasing.

He gently rubbed his finger along your clit, rousing you back to reality. Your entire body was on high alert. You hadn’t made it to the bed, or even to the sofa. Instead, you both leaned against the wall completely naked by the kitchen table, clothes strewn about haphazardly.

Let’s just say that if any of the partygoers decided to come inside, they would have gotten quite the show.

You couldn’t help but admire the grin on his face and the excitement in his eyes as he stared and stared into you. His hands continued to work their magic, and you spread your legs wider, inviting him to take in more of me.

“I love you too.” The words came out as two moans. As his fingers slipped and dipped inside of me, the pleasure continued to build, kickstarting the shaking and gasping again.

“I could live down here forever," he moaned into you.

“I wish you could, baby.” You tugged on his locks and brought his face towards you. You could taste yourself, sweet and pungent, on his lips. You broke apart and you caught his eyes with yours, mirroring his desire. It was clear that the need you felt to cherish this moment together was mutual.

You wrapped your arms around each other, your bodies heaving towards one another like magnets. The heat from his skin sent shivers down your spine as you feeling of him pressing into you excited you. You kissed for what seemed like an eternity, hands gently grazing skin, tongues tenderly touching - losing yourselves in each other. It was a moment of softness, of utmost sincerity.

But you needed him inside you before you risked being interrupted.

“I’ll be right back,” You said. You sauntered over to your purse that had been forgotten on the kitchen counter where you kept the condoms.

“You're so beautiful,” he groaned.

You turned around to see him watching your every nude move, leaning against the wall in awe. You grabbed the condom from your purse and came back over to him. He took the condom and quickly put in on. He held your hips steadily as he entered you.

You could feel him all the way to your belly button. You screamed out with pleasure, your hands taking the heat as he thrusted fast and deep. The movement pushed your body all the way forward, causing a consistent banging on the wall you were leaning against. He placed his palms on your ass as he lifts you up, your legs wrapped around him as he bounces you up and down. You take more and more of him as he brands your body with his hands.

"I think everyone outside is going to hear us if you keep moaning like that." His words came out low and throaty.

Your breath was shallow as you got closer to reaching your limit. Nothing existed outside of this moment - the sensation of his hands holding you up, how deeply satisfied this closeness made you feel. You kissed him, holding his mouth on yours for a long time. You breathed in his breaths as you began to tremble and gasp, your orgasms melting into each other, ecstasy swimming through your veins as you finished together.

You had never experienced anything like that before, that insane and electric synchrony. Your limbs vibrated in the fading exhilaration. You leaned back against the fall as he gently let you down. Your knees are weak as you slip down to sit. He kneels down with you, as you both exhale slowly and deeply.

You both sat there catching your breath as you looked out the glass door to the back. From your viewpoint, you could only see the trees as they were cast with the overwhelmingly beautiful pink and purple tie-dyed afternoon sky. People were still laughing and enjoying themselves outside, and you were grateful that you guys had been just shy of their viewpoint into the house.

You turned towards San who had opted to gaze at you isntead of the world outside. He moved his hand to brush some of the hair out of your face.

"Listen," he began, his tone softer once again, dripping with sincerity. "Please, believe me when I say that despite everything, my heart has always been yours. These games were never about finding someone else; they were about making sure you were the one who wanted me."

Words escaped you, overwhelmed by the outpouring of emotions coursing through your veins. You both were in the wrong, having chosen to play a game that would play on both of your insecurities. But you squeezed his hand, conveying volumes in that simple gesture. The truth was, despite the hurt you both had caused through these game, your love for eachother remained unshaken.

You gently kissed him once more before giving him a smile, "Let's just agree not to play that silly game anymore and get dressed, okay?"

He nodded and smiled, a flicker of hope now dancing within the depths of his eyes.

"From this moment forward, there will be no more games, no more tests. Just you and me, fighting for our love."

#ateez #atz #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez smut #choi san #atz san #ateez san #san x reader #san

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emeraldecho · 6 months

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they're never letting that one go 😭 +

#ateez #mingi #ateezedit #ateezgif #please I haven’t been on tumblr in so long #so excited to see all these good gifs #midterm season is so wild #maybe I’ll start writing on my other account again??

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emeraldecho · 1 year

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Kim Seungmin ✧ Night Train

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Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader

Genre: Smut, One Night Stand

Synopsis: With reluctance, you prepared yourself for the long commute home from work, wanting nothing more than to listen to music on the train before climbing into bed as soon as you get home. However, a handsome stranger makes you rethink your plans for the night.

Wordcount: 2.1K+

Warnings: One-Night-Stand; Reader has f.anatomy; Oral (F.Receiving); Fingering (F.Receiving); let me know if I missed anything!

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It was with some reluctance that you made your way down the steps to the subway that night. The mere idea of the long commute home was always excruciating so late at night, but especially so at the end of what turned out to have been a very long week. All you could think of was tearing off your clothes, wrapping up in your sheets, and cozying up with your laptop. Living life to the finest degree, you’d say.

Standing on the platform, you fumbled with your headphone cords as you waited for the train to arrive. All was quiet, save for that subtle and distant echoes throughout the vast subway tunnel.

When the train finally made its approach, you didn’t hear anything through the melody playing directly into your eardrums. Headphones are the most important piece of the modern-day commuter’s uniform, after all; no self-respecting person would dare endure public transport without being able to properly block out the people around them.

The doors opened, and invited you on board. You stepped into an empty car. Despite the overwhelming selection of empty seats, you sat down in the seat right next to the door. You had a clear view of the next car in front of you, and as you peered through the window, you imagined stories for the few people occupying the space.

A tired young woman with frazzled hair and exhausted features fought through a yawn. She was almost definitely contemplating the execution of a murder-suicide deal with her two obnoxious kids spinning around the metal pole in front of her.

An older gentleman frowned through the white scruff salt-and-peppering his cheeks as he peered down, pretending to read the newspaper in his hands. As he adjusted his furry hat, he may have wondered how his ex-wife was doing and why his daughter never calls anymore.

A dark-haired man in a black dress coat was playing intently with the phone between his legs. The messages on the screen painted a perpetual smirk on his face. Dressed like that, he was probably on his way to a snazzy date with a pretty girl.

The subway operator’s voice sang out a series of names and directives as the train approached each station. One-by-one, the passengers in the other car stood obediently to the sound of her siren song and disembarked from the train.

Your eyes wandered out to the platform and watched them trudge grudgingly towards the inevitable winter cold awaiting them at the surface. The doors whooshed shut, and they disappeared forever.

Looking back, you noticed the dark-haired man was still at his perch directly opposite you. He too was staring out at the passing darkness, absent-mindedly twirling his phone around with one hand between his legs. You discreetly traced the edge of his jawline with your eyes. He must have felt your gaze for as you reached his temples, he turned back to face in your direction. His intense, dark eyes found yours for a moment before you were able to look elsewhere, pretending to have been in the process of scanning your entire field of view.

You felt yourself blush all the same for being spotted. He ran his free hand through his hair, and tugged at his scarf while looking down at his phone that did not require any actual attention. Though his head was down, you didn’t doubt that he was grinning.

As the next station materialized from beyond the obscurity of the tunnel, he stood up. You felt an odd sense of disappointment realizing that this would be the end of the line for their non-encounter.

You looked down at your phone, scrolling through the infinite playlist of songs you had heard too many times before. You assumed that the doors had closed because you felt the lurch of the train’s inertia shift beneath you once more. When you looked up, you realized that he was now standing in front of you. There was a soft determination growing behind his eyes.

‘Why isn’t he saying anything?’ you wondered, ‘Why don’t I say something?’

Inexplicably speechless, you cautiously tugged the headphones from your ears. It was always stifling underground, but there was an unfamiliar heat beginning to burn from somewhere deep inside you.

He advanced towards you until the space separating you was minimal. He removed his glove and caressed your cheek. The tips of his fingers were cool, but a certain warmth swelled from his palm as it connected with your skin. You felt yourself yield to his advance, and brought your own hand up to meet his and affirm your consent.

Reaching up towards his neck, you traced your hand along the length of his grey scarf. A sudden wave of conviction had washed over you as you tightened your grip around it and pulled yourself upright to meet him.

You breathed in an aroma reminiscent of Italian Renaissance art and timelessly questionable decisions, and lingered in that moment before slowly moving your lips towards his. You felt his smirk of satisfaction give way to the cool tingle of an anticipation mint.

With your left hand still anchored on his scarf, the other wrapped around the back of his head. You were so high in that moment, his arms reassured your safety as he wrapped them around your waist.

He ran his fingers under your hat and through your hair. As you resigned your head to his embrace, he gave the base of your skull a gentle, yet deliberate squeeze. Your right hand moved from cradling his head to the back of his neck along the curvature of his strong spine. For a better grip, your left hand freed the scarf and swept up to clasp his strong jawline.

Though it may have simply been the shift of the train at the next station, you felt his whole body nod in agreement to the route your hands were taking.

As if you needed a moment to breathe, you pulled away and took a step back. You were, however, far from finished with him and encouraged him to follow your lead. Leaning your back against the wall behind you, he leaned his body into yours. Braced by his frame and anchored by the wall, you could simultaneously feel the surge of his arousal in front of you, and the vibrations of the train chugging along on the tracks pressing into your back.

He did a sweep of your face and neck again with his hand before sliding it down the front of your coat. His breath deepened with the pop of every button. Your coat opened to invite his free hand to slip behind your neck, and down over your chest to cup the underside of your breast. He then slipped into the curve of your waist and eventually down to your hip.

He slipped his cool fingertips under the edge of your cardigan and grazed the skin on your lower back. Your sharp inhalation of a gasp betrayed your approval. He pulled your back in towards him, and your hips rolled and flowed into each other like two waves meeting at sea.

His hand then moved unflinchingly down between them until it found the space between your legs, where he traced the seam of your leggings up towards your inner thigh. Once he reached the crook of your groin, he passed his hand gently over your cunt. The warmth from his palm encouraged a tingling sensation on your nub.

He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, and you felt the energy building in your clit surge along your lips towards your cunt and back again.

Your eyes closed, and your head rolled back to push against the wall behind you as he slid his hand up to find your waistband and back down again under your panties. He allowed his touch to linger with appreciation before moving gingerly towards the final destination.

He pressed his nose a little deeper into your exposed neck and breathed in your racing pulse. He dipped his fingers into the puddle, and backtracked slightly to acknowledge the pleasure button pleading for attention. He moved back and forth over the hood a few times, until his fingers danced around the area. You felt yourself swell and harden beneath his fingerprints.

Again, the train heaved to a halt. Still, no one interrupted their public display of gratification.

Mirroring the sigh of the doors sliding shut, you let out a subtle moan and felt your hips gyrate encouragement to his rhythm. Echoing the beginning of the encounter, you reached your hand down to meet his in order to guide him to your sweet spot.

“Why don’t you take a seat?” he asked softly, his voice was laced with a familiarity you couldn’t quite distinguish.

You reversed slowly, trusting that the bench would catch you. He kneeled down in front of you, and placed his strong hands on your waist once more. In one fluid movement, you lifted yourself as he coaxed your leggings along with your underwear down towards your ankles.

You lifted your feet up to the invisible stirrups on either side of your hips, spread your knees wide to reveal yourself to him, and brought your middle finger down between your legs to take over what he had started.

He took a moment to admire your technique before acknowledging the invitation being extended by your coy smile. You clasped your hand behind his head and guided his mouth towards your finger. He kissed the crease of your groin, tracing your hairline up and down on both sides. Lingering for a moment, he breathed his anticipation towards the centre of your loins. You brought your other hand up to grab gently at his hair as the flat of his tongue embraced your clit.

His tongue massaged your clit in a consistent circular motion while he simultaneously began to tease the outer edges your cunt with the pad of his thumb.

Another stop comes and goes.

You couldn’t see anything through your makeshift blindfold, eyelids bound shut in ecstasy. You immersed yourself completely in the moment, forgetting that the source of your pleasure was in fact coming from another person.

There was a sudden shift in how the intensity was manifesting inside you. That mysterious understanding that distinguishes appreciation of pleasure and anticipation of something more.

It was subtle at first, as it always is. The heat trickling out from between your legs began to surpass that which was being produced by his mouth. You felt a spasm in your hip muscles and pressed into it. As this tension continued to grow, an imaginary wind passed over your shoulders and caused a shiver to swell, which moved leisurely down to the small of your back.

You fought the urge to tuck your tailbone under and pushed further into your hips, pressing deeper into his face. He didn’t falter, using his free hand to support you.

Your breath grew deep and concentrated. After a moment of silence, the force of release washed over you, your hips collapsing into his hand. You brush your fingers through his hair, pulling it.

“Slow down just a little,” you gasped. He followed your direction and allowed you to relish in the feeling. You let out shaky breaths as you felt the build and subsequent release of every mini pulsation that followed.

He took a moment to admire you in your post-orgasmic bliss when the train conductor interrupted with the announcement of the next station. He looked up in realization. When he looked back at you, still no words needed to be exchanged. You understood that the next stop was his.

The delusion of fantasy had slipped away, much to your disliking. As you pulled your leggings back into place, however, the gears turn in his head before he pulled out a small notebook and a pen. He jotted something down just as the train pulled up to its block. He ripped the sheet out, handing it to you, and caressed your cheek once more.

“Have a good night,” he said over his shoulder at you as he debarked onto the platform.

He didn’t look back as the doors closed. You watched him pull out his phone and mount the stairs as you were swallowed up by the darkness. You let the empty train car rock you back and forth as it carried you further along on its snaking path, like shaking everything on an Etch-A-Sketch screen into oblivion.

You look down at the paper, seeing the digits of a phone number quickly scribbled out.

With one hand on your forehead in disbelief and a dumbfounded smile on your face, you listened as the train operator declared the name of a station you did not recognize.

“Please take note that this is the terminal station,” said the train conductor. “All passengers must now get off.”

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My favourite MC Yeosang outfits for anon.

#ateez #atz #ateez gifs #atz gifs #ateez edits #atz edits #kang yeosang #yeosang #ateez yeosang #everyday i cry over yeosang wearing round glasses #also brown always looks so beautiful on him #it perfectly suits his features #but they again he's always beautiful #can you tell he's my bias #emerald queue ✧

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yeosang @ 2022 kbs song festival

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Just a man with adorable cheeks

#han #han jisung #jisung #stray kids #skz #stray kids gifs #skz gifs #stray kids edits #skz edits #this man is so pretty #and I am so impressed by the talent he has #his singing #his rapping #his dancing #his visuals #his humor #ugh where do I find a man like this #emerald queue ✧

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Ahh, this was such a good read, oh my god! Nightmare comfort can literally never go wrong, I will consume it all. Hongjoong is so soft and understanding in this, which I really love. Also brushing your fingers through someone’s hair and/or having someone brush their hands through your hair is too underrated. It’s no longer a want, it’s a need, because it’s one of the best feelings in the world fr and genuinely so comforting. Loved reading this so much!

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I'm here

Featuring: Hongjoong

Genre: Angst

A/N; I have very frequent nightmares and nobody to coax me back to sleep whenever I wake up from them so this random burst of a word spill is inspired by myself huhu. May the people who read this find peace before going to sleep. ((Also please forgive any grammatical errors lol it's a word spill after all))

She had seen their faces, so grim and cold towards her as they walked to her with mute accusations just falling from their lips. She couldn’t hear them, but she knew that they would bitch about her to her face. It's only safe to assume.

The smiles on their faces were crooked as they swarmed her; the scary thing about them was they were all people she'd known at some point in her life. People who had once played a significant role in her life. What had they wanted with her this time?

"No!" She screamed, breaking into a run when one of them came to her and grabbed her arms.

"You owe us!" The person hissed and she screamed again.

"Please!" She shouted to them. "Please, let me go!"

"Y/n!" Another screamed.

And for a whole minute that was all she could hear.

"Y/n!"

"Come back, y/n!"

"Y/n!"

…

Her eyes shoot open in alarm as she feels her figure being engulfed by a warmth she deems familiar. Her arms that had fallen limp before struggle to wrap around the figure that’s hugging her, but the figure starts speaking.

"Hey, hey." His voice is shaky, she almost recognises the sob that he holds back. "You’re okay, love. I'm here."

She lets out a shaky breath. "Hongjoong?"

"Yes, yes, it's me." He continues the soothing brushes along her spine as he says this. "Focus on me. I'm right here."

"I'm okay?" Her voice comes out unsteady and doubting, so he pulls back and lets her head rest against his clothed chest instead, brushing his thumb against her shoulder. She can hear his own heartbeat quickening and she figures he must've cried at some point when he was waking her up from the way he's sniffing.

"You're okay, love." He whispers. "I'm here."

"I'm okay," she confirms, feeling her heartbeat steadying. "Thank you."

She watches Hongjoong pull her head from his chest and looks down into her eyes with the softest gaze she’s ever seen, and she immediately remembers this is why she's reminded of the feeling of safety with Hongjoong.

"Thank you, Hongjoong."

"You’re welcome," his laughter doesn’t reach his eyes. "You said it twice. I just came by to check on you."

That’s when she notices his shirt and jacket still intact and the smell of air-conditioner mixed faintly with the smell of his cologne still wafting in the air around him, indicating that he was working. His eyes are still shining, a soft exhale leaving his lips before he leaves a lingering kiss on her forehead.

"I heard you screaming." It sounds pathetic, coming from him, when he smiles awkwardly. "What was it about this time?"

The question leaves a bitter aftertaste on his tongue and she knows, but she hesitates on her reply and she also knows that he notices it. "Come on, love," Hongjoong threads his fingers through her hair as she leans into his chest again. "I know about them, you know. It’s alright to tell."

The silence is loud and ringing in her ears, but he does it like he has time; pulling her impossibly closer to his body as he adjusts his position on the bed, leaning against the headframe of the bed and pulling the covers of their bodies. Blinking away tears, she quietly focuses on the sounds he makes, taking note of his relief when his initially erratic heartbeat finally calms down.

"It’s so hard with nightmares," she says.

Hongjoong’s quiet humming sounds loud in their bedroom, the fingers in her hair slowing down their pace. She also notices that he's looking at her when she dares to sneak a peek of him. There’s a fondness evident in his eyes as he kisses along the tiny fringes of her hair. "Yeah?" He hums again. "Tell me about it."

"It’s a long story, Joong," she sighs, going back to focusing on the sound of his heartbeat; that sound alone is able to coax her back into a state of drowsiness. "Can you stay for a bit, though? At least until I get back to sleep?"

"I'll stay with you for tonight, darling," he smiles, kissing her forehead again. "Go back to sleep, I'll make sure you'll have no nightmares for tonight." She stares at him and wonders how she gets to be lucky to have someone who loves her as much as him. She hadn't had much of that a few years ago.

"Thank you, Hongjoong."

He kisses her eyelids when her eyes slowly flutter shut. "Go back to sleep, love," is all he says as he fondly watches her slowly being pulled back to sleep.

When she finally, finally lets out silent snores and her breaths are once again even in her sleep, Hongjoong kisses her nose.

"Goodnight, love." He whispers. "I love you."

And if he listens carefully enough, he could've heard the "I love you" he gets in reply.

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Oh my gosh yesss you get it. Lee Minho just gives me the urge to nom nom. We love pushing the chomp-chomp agenda with this man, and I will always be a valiant soldier for this cause.

Oh my goodness, of course!! You're so well-deserving of praise for your work. Please keeps writing such amazing content!!

aftercare with minho.

it's after he spends hours fucking you into the mattress, overwhelming you with oversensitivity that burns deep within you, the most delightful flame you've ever felt. after he tugs sharply at your hair, tiny pinpricks of pleasurable pain driving you towards your climax, sweat and tears dripping down your temples. after his fingertips leave paintbrush stroked bruises on your skin, your hips and your thighs, making you his very own work of art - it's after all that when he wipes the sweat from your brow so gently. he massages the feeling back into your wrists from the harsh grip he had on them. he strokes your hair, pushing it away from your face and pressing the softest of kisses to every inch of skin he could find. he mouths at the bite marks he's left on your neck, soothing the dull ache of the marks with his breath. he tips cool water into your mouth, clicking his tongue when you try to drink too quickly, and hand feeds you pieces of juicy fruit that he cut up himself. he maneuvers you into his arms with a breathtaking display of strength, settling your head into his chest where you can feel his breathing and heartbeat under your ear as you try and match yours to his. he whispers declarations of love into your hair, soft and shushed like he's sharing a deep secret, a sharp contrast to the addictively harsh vulgarity he had thrown at you minutes ago. he calls you love, kitten, mine, and tightens his grip on you as if he thinks you're going to float away.

@lino-nyangi hehehehehee

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Ugh, op coming through with the hottest exhibition smut I’ve read in a w h i l e. And honestly, I am so here for it. This was such an amazing read and it was one of the first things I read when I woke up this morning. The ending just, oh my god. And the breeding link I’m- Op you did so well with this one, and I’m so so impressed. This took me on a journey of emotions, all of which were good, and just, this was such a great read.

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JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

Synopsis: San can’t already stand your best friend, especially when all she does is fill your head with negativity about him. But his breaking point may just be when she suggests you to start using a toy over him.

Warning: Smut / Fluff / Slight Angst . Swear word usage, jealousy, Best friend is an instigator, tension and use of sex toys. Sadism, creampie, pregnancy kink, + more.

Pairing: San x fem reader

San is a very caring person. He’s sweet, patient, a literal definition of a sweetheart. An art created by women, but he does have one little tick. And that’s not being able to stand your best friend. In most relationships it’s an either or situation.

Either the boyfriend and partner’s best friend get along great. Siblings from different parents even, jokes are made, slight bickers erupt. But for the most part, their main concern is trying to prove to the other they love their partner/best friend more.

Then there are those who absolutely can’t stand each other. The smiles sucked out of them as soon as one of them enters the room. The scowls and the irritated huffs. The possessiveness and the slight competition to try and prove their care for their partner/best friend. A constant fight to see who gets to one up the other. The literal thought of them sends goosebumps and that’s exactly where San finds himself to be. He tries, really he does. Especially when your pouty face begs him to get along with your best friend. He tries to bury the hatchet but it’s the little remarks, the constant instigating, always pinning him to look bad. “Huh.” She begins as once again she’s crashing into yours and his place. “What?” “I’m just wondering, for your anniversary. Didn’t you buy him a Rolex?” “Yeah? Why was that too much?” San hears your voice lower. The door to your bedroom open and just across from his gaming room. The small insecurity rises in your tone which only has him wanting to get off his chair and defend your present. He loves it, he’s never taken it off and never wasted a second to show it off to his best friends.

“No but I’d expected he at least try to do something as sophisticated as well. I mean what did he do again? Buy you a purse not even half the prize of the Rolex?”

You’ve got to be kidding me. San thinks.

Your friend is a hater. Simple as that, nothing he does is ever good enough for her. Either the jewels on the 5k necklace he bought you are too small. The dinner wasn’t all that, the chores he did aren’t too impressive. He knows he shouldn’t care what she thinks. Overall, it’s not like he’s seeking for her validation. No, he seeks yours which is why she bugs the hell out of him. Never not does she whisper crap into your ears. Plaguing you of the little things San could do better at.

The bubbly smile on his face immediately curls into a scowl the second he walks into your shared suite. Finding her with a glass of wine in hand for the umpteenth time. “Baby! You’re home!” He hears your angelic voice chirp. “About time.” He ignores the murmuring from her. Walking over to you, he glares daggers at your best friend before changing his expression. A soft loving gaze evident on his face the second he meets your. His white sleeves rolled up which made his muscles on his arms more prominent. Resting his hand on the table, a clear view to your best friend of the wedding band that rests on his finger. Using his other hand to curl a finger under your chin and pull you into a deep loving kiss. Suck on that. He feels smug, a slight smirk on his face as he continues to kiss your soft cherry flavored lips. Your giggling is what unfortunately has the two of you separating. A clear distaste on your best friends face but covers it before you notice.

“How was your day my love?” San asks, lifting your hand that bares the bright shiny Diamond ring that symbolizes his love for you. A soft kiss placed on top of it, Making sure the ring falls under the light in the kitchen, the sparkle reflecting itself in the eyes of your friend. Wincing as she has to blink back a clear view. “Great! We were just having a girls chat.” “Again?” Tilting her head, she settles the wine glass down. “Problem Choi?” “I don’t know, just seems you’ve been coming a lot more often than usual. Boyfriend dumped you again?”

“San!” He feels you smack his bicep but he doesn’t break eye contact from her. Biting the inside of her cheek, she scoffs. “Don’t you got an office to lock yourself in to get to?” “Don’t you got a bar to get drunk off your ass to get to?” “Alright enough! Both of you behave. Sannie go shower, the sweat makes you hot but the stink doesn’t. We’re about ready to finish up anyway.” Nodding , he presses a kiss on your forehead before walking off.

“Seriously y/n, I don’t know how you deal with it.” Snorting, you pick up the wine glasses and proceed to set them into the sink. “Him hun, not it.” “Yeah I’m not too sure. I mean he’s so…robotic.” Scrunching your brows you give her a puzzled look as you clean up the table. “Robotic? How so?” “Well I mean San is just always doing the same thing. Like he’s programmed to do and say the exact thing over and over again. Like when was the last time you two went out on a proper adventure together?” “Well he does have a job and I have my internship.” You shrug. “Exactly, what kind of a husband spends most of their time writing their lives off on work and not their social life? You know, marriage, wife, relationship? That is what comes with having said social life?” Shaking your head you chuckle. “He’s doing the best that he can. Just two nights ago he risked being late to a meeting just so he can bring me lunch.”

“All I’m saying is, once he gets into a habit of living the same routine over and over, he may get bored and start feeling rash.” “Rash?” “All men do that, first it’s ‘oh I love you, please marry me, be with me’ then as soon as they begin to feel just a little bit of stress and boredom, boom ten years of a relationship down the drain.” Widening your eyes, you freeze in your spot. “You’re not saying San is cheating?” “Of course not dear, because if he was. I would have killed him by now.” The worry begins to form on your face as she continues to ramble on. “Tell me, when was the last time you two had sex?” Taken aback by the question you feel your cheeks begin to grow hot. “I-uh…um-wow okay, I don’t…I don’t know.” “My point exactly.”

“So what exactly is wrong? Is San getting bored of me? Is he seeing someone? Oh my god, there’s someone else right?!-“ “Shh! Relax, from what I know nothing. All I’m saying is San is getting a bit, blah.” “Blah?” “Yeah, and given he’s not being so caring like a caring husband should be. I think you should start caring for yourself.” “But, I am. I mean I do get manicures when I can and go to a spa every once and a while. I just got a facial just last week-“ Interrupted by her laugh, you watch her stand up and begin to reach for her purse. “Oh my poor y/n, that’s not what I was referring to.” “No?” You raise a brow at her. “If San isn’t doing a fine job satisfying you, then you should be finding yourself a distraction. A toy per say.”

Completely taken by surprise, you don’t get to ask any further questions as she had already made her way out the door. You never expected to have such a conversation, in fact you don’t really understand why you had. San isn’t blah? At least not to you. Yeah it sucks that with his job, you only see him in the mornings briefly as he gets ready, a kiss to your lips as he leaves for work. A text here and there and then by night, he’s home for a shower, a dinner and then bed. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the random late night talks, the 3 am errands to the grocery store and the trips across towns. Even more, the sex. You two haven’t slept with each other in a while and when you did, it was brief and lazy. Both too tired for anything rowdy. “Babe?” You hear San call out for you. “Coming!” Your best friend didn’t know what she was talking about. San isn’t blah, your marriage is perfect and no way do you need a toy to satisfy you.

If San didn’t like your best friend then, now she despises her.

“What the hell is this?” San glares at the device in its package. A smirk on the damn woman’s face as she sits on your couch. A shy smile on your face, cheeks a rosy tint of red as you look at him. “Just thought to change things up?” “What do you mean baby?” Setting his suit case down, he cups your face. He knows you didn’t come up with this idea. No way you woke up one day and decided to buy yourself a dildo on a random Tuesday night. “What did she say now?”He adds a harsh tone to she, not a single glance over to her as he keeps his focus on you. “She did your wife a favor.” She spoke up, standing she walks over and picks up the box. “Made sure she got it extra large, you know just to make sure it’ll do a better job.” Smirking she grabs her jacket and gives you a goodbye hug. “What the hell is that suppose to mean?” His question going unanswered as you begin to walk your friend out.

As soon as the door closed, he’s about ready to bombard you with questions but is stopped when you wrap your arms around him. “I know works been a pain, it’s why I got it. Don’t want to bother you, now I’m situated.” Sending him a smile, you grab the box and head on over to your bedroom. At loss for words, San stands their bewildered. What the hell happened?

“I can’t fucking stand her.” San slams the shot glass on the table. An amused look on Yeosang and Wooyoung as they watch their favorite continuously chug down shot after shot. “San, this woman has been driving you nuts. Why can’t you just tell y/n how much she bothers you.” Wooyoung takes the bottle away from his grip. Shaking his head, he runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “They’ve been best friends since first grade, I could never tell her how much I despise her. It’ll crush her.” “Well it’s not like you’ve been keeping your hatred for her a secret.” Yeosang shrugs. “And worst of all, she had her buy a sex toy.”

“Sex toy huh? Getting kinky is she?” Wooyoung grins. “She got it so I wouldn’t have to have sex with her.” “What?” “She didn’t want to bother me, so instead of focusing on fucking me, she’ll be using that damn vibrator.” Snorting, Wooyoung can’t help but chuckle. “Never thought to live the day in which Choi San would have to be competing with a vibrator over his wife.” “Shut up Wooyoung.” He rolls his eyes, okay so maybe he’s jealous. Why wouldn’t he be? He misses you, it’s no secret the man craves sex. But he’s been holding back because he thought you weren’t up for it. Your internship has been so demanding of you. Every day he notices your nails getting shorter and shorter by how much you bite them. Legs bouncing much more rapid by how easily the stress builds in you. The eye bags only growing and all he wishes is to draw you a nice bath and fuck the stress out of you.

But he holds back, in case you weren’t up for it. He respects your wishes, and he wouldn’t dare to ever do anything you were uncomfortable with. But ever since the spawn of satan introduced you into the worlds of sex toys it’s like he no longer exists. He’s not one to oppose sex toys if it means he’s getting in on the action but this, no this was a sex repellent on him. Worse when your best friend constantly smirks victoriously at him. “It works wonders.” He hears you say one night over the phone. In the drawer, he opens and sees there it lies. Scoffing, he grabs it and tosses it on the bed. Walking over to where you sat, he picks you up abruptly. “San!” Tossing you on the bed, he rips the phone out of your grasp.

“Hang up or listen, either way I’m about to fuck my wife.” He tells your best friend as he throws the phone on the pillow before pulling your legs closer to him. “Sannie?” Jaw clenched, he rips your pajama shorts off you along with your panties. Spreading your legs as he settles in between them. “Don’t need a fucking dildo to be satisfied.” A gasp rips out of you as he takes a long lick up your cunt. “Can that toy of yours do this to you?” Hands gripping your thighs back as he begins to eat you out. Spitting and licking figure eights on your clit. Bringing two fingers up to your mouth, you oblige and take them into your mouth. He feels rumbling as you moan on his fingers. Soft doe eyes vanished and instead replaced with lust and hunger. San seems almost animalistic as he sucks, your essence only building the longer he eats you. Removing his fingers, he watches as a strip of salive fall out of your mouth. Not wasting a second in shoving them in. “San!” Throwing your head back, forcing yourself to keep wide for him. “That dildo can never be as good as me. Look how caring I am? Always making sure my princess gets nothing but mind blowing orgasms. Can it lick your pretty pussy lips like I do huh? Can it play with your clit until you shake with ecstasy?”

Whining, your hands go down to grip on his hair. A loud slap is heard as he looks at you sternly. “Answer me princess.” “No Sannie! It can’t! Fuck I’m close!” Picking up in speed, he fucks you with his fingers. Loving the view of you squirming, chest rising as your stomach clenched each time his fingers hit a particular spot. Lowering his tongue back on your pussy, as if it was his last meal. He doesn’t stop even after he brought you to a toe curling climax. “Baby!” You try to push his face but you don’t budge. Instead he pins your legs down and continue to suck. Squelching noises are echoed throughout the room along with your moans. Getting louder and louder you’re glad no one else lives on the same floor as you two. The large view of the city shown out of your window. Anyone can see at any second and it only turned you on more. You’d love for someone to see how well your man knows how to pleasure you. To see how lucky you are to have found such a gem. San wasn’t bothered, if anything the only thing bothering him is that damn vibrator. It’s lying there right by you. Almost mocking him given it’s had a few rounds with his wife. So as he detached himself from your cunt, he flips you over.

“Look at it,” Tilting your head to look at the device, he pushes your upper body down on the bed. Face right next to it. “If you think for a fucking second this damn thing can bring you pleasure then you’re fucking wrong. Only I can.” He felt pathetic, just how bothered this object made him feel. But he had to make a statement, he needed for you to know you didn’t need any object to bring your pleasure. You have him, he’s yours to love, to play with, to fuck. He’s your personal fuck toy so why the fuck did you let your stupid fucking friend talk you into buying it? “Fuck!” Your eyes roll back as he shoves his dick inside you. Hands gripping your waist as he begins to plunge into you. The creaking of the bed increases in volume the harder he fucks you on the bed. Not letting you move an inch from him. “So sensitive!” You whine as you grip the sheets.

“Take it, be a good girl and take my cock.” He huffs, strands of hair beginning to fall on his face as he focuses on making you come as many times as possible. Looking down and seeing the connection between you two. How your essence glimmered his cock, it’s own personal lube. Never do you need much preparation, always ready to take him anytime and anywhere. “God I missed this cunt.” He grunts as he thrusts harder into you. “Missed your cock!” You breathe out. Leaning down, he grips your face and smashes his lips on yours. Forcing his tongue in as he keeps thrusting without relenting.

It’s crazy just how much stamina the man had. Maybe it was the lack of sex for the last few weeks. Maybe it’s the hatred for your best friend constantly meddling in your marriage or the jealousy over the toy. Hell, maybe it’s all three. It’s why no matter how much his body begs to release, he refuses and holds it in. Orgasm after orgasm and he still doesn’t detach himself from you. Tears running, hair disheveled, lips bruises and titties covered in hickies, sheets drenched as you lie on the bed pretty and fucked out for him. “Sannie no more!” You hiccup, had just squirted all over him. Pulling away, he turns the both of you around. “One more princess. Don’t you wanna help your husband come? Mhm?” Wiping the tears off your face, you nod and climb on top of him. “Good, now sit.” The both of you moan at the intrusion again. Beginning to feel your head get fuzzy, San holds you up. “Don’t fall asleep baby, so close.”

“Yes Sannie.” Setting a pace before bouncing yourself up and down on him, the claps louder than ever. Swear on both of your foreheads as his biceps flex his muscles the tighter he holds you. Helping you bounce on him, slapping your ass to encourage you to go faster. “Just like that, fuuuck.” Throwing back his head when you begin to squeeze him. Warm walls engulfing all of him, “Shit! Keep doing that and I might fuck a baby in you.” He grunts, noticing your movements suddenly got faster. You squeezed him again as a loud whine came from you. “Oh? I see.” Wrapping his arms around you, he pulls you down to rest on top of his chest. “It’s what you want don’t you?” Stopping momentarily and then a louder moan emits from your mouth when he proceeds to fuck deep and slow in you. “Tell me, want me to get you pregnant huh?”

Mouth wide open but no words come out as the feeling his cock raw and throbbing in you is all your head can process. “Want me to make you a mama? Get your belly all round and big for me yeah?” Nodding vigorously, you cup his face. “Please San! God I want it all!” You plead him. “M’gonna give you all my babies. M’yours y/n, not that fucking device. Need someone to fuck you, come to me. Hell, come to my office and I’ll gladly fuck you stupid right in front of everyone.” Quickening his thrusts, you hold him tightly as you feel yourself begin to shake.

“Fuck I’m coming!” San grunts as he sucks on your neck. Hitting your g spot, the both of you come on the spot. Loud mewls from the both of you, heavy breathing and hearts racing. You were currently fighting to stay awake but San’s warm body made it impossible. Too fucked out to care about anything else. Caressing your hair, he lulls you to sleep. Grabbing your phone and noticing the call hadn’t ended at all and that your very sad pathetic friend had heard it all.

Typical.

“Sorry, y/n will no longer be having depressing wine drinking sessions anymore. She’ll be too busy carrying my children.”

And like that, he hangs up on her.

That’ll teach her to fuck with him.

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WE ARE THE GUERRILLAS

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ATEEZ according to Perplexity AI

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I just-

I want to bite him.

I don't know if that's the appropriate response but like, tell me you don't want to bite him.

And just, the aftercare itself?? Is so amazing?? The contrast between how rough and how soft he would be with you?? Op, you're amazing for this honestly, I have no idea how you managed to pull through when writing this. I would've had to take several breaks trying to compose myself tf, so much talent in your writing.

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aftercare with minho.

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Holy shit

What even-

Like how-

Oh my god, op

My brain is malfunctioning?? This is so good?? I'm actually like, wow. You're such an amazing writer. And just the imagery of going to the gym with Changbin, oh my god. I would be so intimidated irl because that man is a muscular god and I'm a poor sorry twig but I still love going to the gym whenever I'm able to so this just had me shook. Especially since the hip abductor is always one of my go-to machines. AND it doesn't help that I read this FIRST THING in the morning. Op out here destroying the game with their talent, honestly so so well written.

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private gym perks — changbin

pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, ig counts as bondage, working out, oral (f receiving), cocky!bin (he’s a leo yk), praising,

inspo: this request that blew my brain: you're working out with changbin and he eats you out on the hip abductor machine so you can't close ur legs

notes: i’m not well. hip abductors are my favourite thing and they just got better.

{ wc: 2253 }

You couldn’t class yourself as a gym rat by any strandards, let alone when you worked out with someone like him. His workouts were twice as long as yours and twice as hard. So you never tried to match him when you worked out together—but it was still fun working out with him.

After a few months together, and hearing you complain about the atmosphere in your local gym, Changbin finally said something.

“You know there’s a perfectly good gym in my house, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s yours. Plus, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

All you got in response was an eyeroll, and Changbin’s stubbornness, until eventually you caved and started working out in the gym room he set up in his house.

It had everything you needed, everything anyone would need, so it was perfect. Best of all, it had Changbin hyping you up and challenging you and motivating you to work harder.

So today, like most times, you were working on your cardio as Changbin worked weights.

He was in a mood today, that was evident when he looked at you out of nowhere and asked, “remind me how much you weigh?”

“Bin, you should never ask a lady that question,” you teased.

“Just,” he sighed, “is this right?”

You walked over to the weights and checked the discs he added onto the bar. With some quick math, you assured him it was indeed your total body weight.

He smirked at you before placing himself underneath the bar, pushing it up by his hips.

You had to swallow, realising you were practically salivating.

“Can I help you?” He asked as he finished his set—and that’s when you realised you were still glued to your spot, fully staring at him as he moved.

“Uh, um, just not sure what I should focus on next, coach.”

He laughed at you. You probably weren’t hiding your interest as well as you thought you were.

“Done your cardio?” You nodded. “Thirty minutes?”

“Yep,” you said, smoothing your hands over your gym shorts. “Maybe some leg presses?”

“Yeah,” he smiled at you, almost proudly. He didn’t move his eyes away from yours as he pushed his hips up again to start his second set.

You moved over to the machine, focusing on your breathing and your form just like he taught you.

When you finished your first set Changbin appeared behind you.

“That looks too easy, come on,” he urged, moving the weight pin down one level. “Try it now.”

You pushed against the platform, getting used to the new weight on your thighs. It wasn’t too difficult.

“I can do that,” you nodded.

“Still easy?”

You hummed, giving it another try before affirming his question.

He moved the pin down one more slot before he left you to your sets and got back to his own workout.

You moved on to the next machine, Changbin making sure to move the pin down from where you originally placed it again.

“Why?” You groaned, already feeling the strain in your muscles.

“Come on, you can’t call me coach for me to just let you get away with rookie level weights.”

You rolled your eyes at his determination, but it covered you in warmth nonetheless.

He always tried to help you get better, and maybe that was part of the reason you liked working out with him—as opposed to some of the other boys you knew.

From your spot on this particular machine you could clearly see his back as he pulled down the bar again and again and again. After every ten pulls he added more weight, and you thanked whatever god you needed to that he decided to wear a tank top on this particular day.

You rarely saw him in revealing clothes when he was working out with other people, but the privacy of his own gym let him feel more comfortable. And perhaps that’s also why you decided to wear shorts to work out today as well.

You lost count of your reps.

You even stopped moving your legs entirely, too focused on the way his muscles strained and contracted in front of your eyes.

“Yah!” He yelled as he finished his last set. “Is it just me or did you stop moving?”

He looked at you accusingly, but that cocky glint in his eyes let you know you weren’t in too much trouble. Still, you smiled sheepishly as you nodded.

“Lost focus, coach,” you admitted slowly.

“So now I need to make sure you’re doing your sets?”

You nodded, far too eager. The best part of working out with Changbin was when he helped you through your reps. The way his eyes followed every movement of your body, the way he sent praise after praise your way.

So you didn’t even try to hide how much you enjoyed it and how much you wanted him to always have all his attention on you when you were in his private gym.

“Right then,” he crouched beside you, “fifteen reps.”

He counted you down, insisting you complete the full movement each time, and when you were done he made sure to tell you, “you did such a good job! Again.”

This went on for three more sets (one more than you’d decide to do, but Changbin insisted) before he gave you your bottle and instructed you to breathe in deeply.

“Binnie, I’m tired,” you complained, attempting your biggest puppy eyes at him. They almost worked, you could tell by the way he cocked his head to the side before looking away from you with a massive smile on his face.

“Don’t try that on me!” He yelled.

It wasn’t unusual for Changbin to raise his voice for no reason at all, so you didn’t even flinch at the volume or the way his voice echoed off the walls—given the strong acoustics in the room.

Changbin’s favourite rap playlist was playing in the background, lowly, but his voice was always so much louder than that.

“One more machine,” he said finally, “your pick.”

You groaned but let your eyes scan all the different choices—until you set your heart on the hip abductor. It wasn’t too much of a struggle and it allegedly helped tone your butt and thighs. So it was a win win.

You jumped off the glute machine and skipped your way over to the hip abductor.

“This one!” You said happily, before moving the pedals around to your thighs and positioning yourself comfortably.

“Okay,” he smiled back. You found the right weight for you, placing the pin where you could find resistance but not too much.

Changbin crouched next to you again, looking at your form and correcting it when needed. He counted your reps like he did before—but you couldn’t help but notice his voice was quieter, lower than normal. Deep.

His eyes moved from your thighs to settle right between your legs, soft sighs leaving him every time you forced the machine open.

“Good,” he sighed out, “good job.”

“Another set?” You asked, slowly, aware of the heat rushing up and down your body and settling in your core.

Changbin nodded, his eyes meeting yours momentarily. There was a fire in them you were very used to seeing in the privacy of your bedroom—but it brought a wave of excitement into your stomach to see that same look from him now.

You followed his hands, those beautiful hands, as he grabbed the pin and moved it all the way down to the heaviest weight class.

“Bin,” you chuckled, tilting your head in a silent question. You tried to show him with your thighs that you couldn’t possibly move that amount—you were stuck in place. The machine was set to move inwards and so without being able to move the weight your thighs were forced open.

“What?” He asked, fake innocence coating his Cheshire smile.

“It’s too heavy,” you whined, trying again to close your legs. You couldn’t even move them in the slightest.

“It looks like it’s doing the right job,” he said lowly, licking over his lips.

You were sure you let out a small squeak. That thought was confirmed when Changbin chuckled darkly.

“Get up a sec,” he asked softly. You did as you were told, and once you freed yourself from the machine and stood up on your legs, Changbin grabbed your shorts and pulled them down in one shift motion. “Sit back down.”

He hadn’t moved from his spot on the floor, the sight of him looking up at you with his eyes dark and mouth wide made you almost combust on the spot. You don’t even remember sitting back down. It was the cool air in the room hitting your wet core that brought you back to the moment you were in.

“Is this okay?” He asked, delicately.

“Uh huh,” you huffed out.

“Your body looks so good when you push yourself, you know that?” He began, eyes fixed on your bare lower half and the way he could see you clenching at his words.

You were so open, so exposed, Changbin wouldn’t even dare to look away.

He did for a moment though, if only to look at your face—to see if there were any signs of discomfort or uncertainty.

“Gonna eat you out like this,” he announced his plans, which were already pretty clear to everyone involved. But Changbin knew you didn’t like surprises, so he made sure to say it.

“I’m all sweaty from the workout though,” you protested, smelling your deodorant on you. You could feel the pressure building inside your body already, the want in your pussy to be touched, to be devoured like Changbin so clearly wanted to do.

“I really don’t give a fuck,” he chuckled.

He ran his hands up your warm knees, up your thighs, all the way to where the machine had brought the skin of your hips to bunch together. Changbin grabbed at the muscle harshly, causing your lips to part slightly.

“Bin,” you whined softly, instinctively pushing your thighs together. But they wouldn’t move.

“What is it?” He smirked. He knew exactly what it was. “Baby’s too weak to move?”

“I’m not weak,” you protested, “you moved it to the highest weight!”

“Yeah, so I could do this,” and then, with no further warning, Changbin wrapped his lips around your clit and started sucking. Hard.

Your moans quickly filled the room, getting higher and higher with each movement of your boyfriend’s tongue against your sensitive clit.

He parted your lips with his tongue, gathering the wetness that pooled at your entrance. He was usually hungry after a workout, but you didn’t quite expect him to be so hungry for you.

He grabbed at your upper thigh harshly, squeezing the skin between his hands as he flicked his tongue against your clit in quick motions.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me,” you whined, bucking your hips up as much as physically possible. Every time you tried moving your legs you were stopped by the weight of it, and every time you moaned in response.

Changbin did too, sending a wave of vibrations through your pussy at the sensation.

Soon your fingers found their way into his hair, pushing him closer to you, his tongue dipping in deeper.

“I’m close,” you mumbled, humping up and down against Changbin’s face. He placed both his hands on top of your thighs, putting more weight against you until you couldn’t move anywhere at all.

He wrapped his lips around your clit again, humming loudly, sending you all the way over the edge.

You felt your toes curl as your orgasm hit you in full force, your stomach shaking as Changbin didn’t move away in the slightest. He kept going, causing you to squirm in your spot at the overstimulation.

“Baby, baby, baby,” you begged him, trying to push him away with your hands.

Changbin quickly understood, moving away with an unstoppable grin on his face.

He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, staring at you with a glint in his eye.

“How are you?”

“My thighs hurt,” you chuckled, breathing heavily.

Changbin stood up, quickly offering you his hand as he helped you slowly step out of the machine. Once you started feeling your legs again he soothed his hands up and down your sides where he knew you’d feel the stretch most.

“Relax your body,” he instructed, “you worked hard, Y/N.”

“So did you,” you laughed, wiping the shiny patch of wetness on the corner of his lips.

“Couldn’t resist you,” he excused, leaning in to kiss you softly. You kissed him back, your hands wrapping around those back muscles you loved so much.

“Not complaining, coach,” you mumbled against his lips, the adrenaline from your orgasm settling sweetly in your body.

“Now come on. Time to stretch.”

You followed Changbin’s instructions as he helped you stretch your overworked muscles and you drank when he told you, and then ate the healthy meal he ordered for you too.

“Did that convince you to finally cancel your gym membership?” He asked once you stepped back into the main part of the house, hands linked together.

“Oh, was that a perk this gym offers?”

“Only if you have girlfriend privileges,” he smirked at you.

“Maybe show me one more time and then I’ll decide,” you smirked back.

You couldn’t even react before your body was pressed into the sofa and Changbin pushed his hips into yours, kissing you hungrily.

You’d never be tired of just how much energy he has.

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