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ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏʙᴏʏꜱ4ʏᴏᴜ.ᴄᴏᴍ

ᴘᴇᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ/ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ➠ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ

pairing: camboy! yunho x fangirl! reader (fem)

genre: camming au, fluff (lowkeyy), humor, smut

summary: dedicating your hard earned money and free time to your favorite camboy goodboy_99 comes with a lot of perks.

w.c: 3.9k

warnings: switch! yunho, switch sub leaning! reader, there’s some sub 4 sub vibes in this, monster cock yunho, yunnie’s got piercings, exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation, edging, use of a cock ring/golden retriever butt plug >:3), teasing, pet names (baby, kitty, kitten, etc), reader calls yunho puppy/pup and he loves that shit, dirty talk, lots of praise, some degradation, kissing, toy usage, nipple play (f/m), squirting, breeding kink, rough unprotected sex, cumming in mouth, snowballing, these losers lowkey fall in love <3

a/n: shoutout to felix @yourfatherlucifer for allowing me to build on your camboy yunho fic idea :3 you're such a genius for that concept <3 so yeah there’s not enough whimpering baby boys with monster cocks in fics i swearrr (if you know of any pls send them my way ><) so i decided to offer my contribution,, more like cumtribution am i right?? *crickets* anygays i had way too much fun with this one skjdhf you'll see what i mean >3< i hope you enjoy ~~

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ᴄʏʙᴇʀꜱᴇx ʙʏ ᴅᴏᴊᴀ ᴄᴀᴛ

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ᴘʀᴇᴠ | ꜰꜰꜰ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

You've never missed a single stream from your favorite camboy goodboy_99, always willing to pull up his stream after a long day at work no matter how tired you were, never opposed to cranking one out in his honor. You sent him a countless amount of coins throughout your obsession, picking out new options from his personal menu, never tired of seeing him act them out with a cute little smirk on his face and your username gracing his pretty pierced lips. 

At first, you were a silent viewer, just concerned with getting yourself off, but then somewhere along the line, you began to leave lots of comments in the live chat, though they were more akin to sexts, and for some odd reason, Yunho paid more attention to yours, instead of the numerous other ones. Maybe it was because you were his number one fan, or perhaps, just perhaps, it was because he was into you too, but you assumed that was just your delulu mind at play. 

Regardless, here you were, sitting with your legs spread in your computer chair, a vibrator on your clit, and your eyes glued on the bright screen that was showcasing your beloved camboy in a similar position: his thighs spread open in his gaming chair, his pretty flushed face contorted in pleasure, fucking himself dumb with a purple pocket pussy, the base of his thick cock constricted with an even thicker cock ring. 

“Aaah, haaah…W-who made me put on this cock ring, huh? It won’t let me cum, guys, c’monnn, lemme cum,” Yunho whined out, a few beads of sweat dripping past his dyed black and red bangs down to the leather dog collar around his neck, giving his webcam a small pout, begging his viewers with his big brown eyes. 

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜɪɴʏ ᴏᴍɢ

➵ ʜɪᴍʙᴏ4ʏᴏᴜ: ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅʀᴏᴏʟɪɴɢ. ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ

You brought one hand to your keyboard, pressing the rounded side of the large vibrator directly into your clit with the other, making you shudder and jolt, your fingers rapidly pressing into the keys. You’ve been in this exact position so many times before, you knew you couldn’t possibly cum until you saw Yunho fall apart in front of your straining eyes. 

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ᴅᴏ ᴜ ᴡɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋ3 ᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ʀɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ɴ0ᴡ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴏʏ?

Yunho giggled softly at your typos, running a hand through his sweaty hair, causing it to fall back down onto his forehead, spreading his thighs just a little wider. “Yes, fuck, I’m going to cum all over myself for you, baby.” He pressed his fingers into his aching balls, feeling how sensitive they were, before he slowly slid the cock ring up and off of his leaking cock. “I’ve been edging myself for so longgg, god, it's gonna feel so good.”

➵ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏʟᴜᴠʀ: ɢᴜʏꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ʀᴇᴅ ʀɴ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴜᴍꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴜꜱ

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ꜰʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ,, ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴇɪʟɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴍᴀɴ ᴄʀʏʙᴀʙʏ

Yunho arched his back off of the chair, holding the vibrator near the base of his cock, the vibrations sending endless waves of arousal through his jolting body, the silver chain links hanging from his collar rattling against his drool-stained chest, soft, staccato moans echoing from his drooling mouth, on the edge of ecstasy, but not quite getting there. “Fuck, m’ so close, so close, so close…”

About to catapult into ecstasy yourself, you found it in you to help Yunho reach his much-needed orgasm, rapidly clicking a few options on the webpage. It was the least you could do after watching him edge himself in various ways for your own entertainment. 

Yunho heard a familiar jingling tone emanate from his computer’s speakers, preventing his eyes from fully rolling back into his skull, instead bringing his attention to his bright monitor, his cock beginning to pulse, a few more beads of pre-cum spilling down the shiny, bright red tip. 

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ¹⁰⁰⁰ ᴄᴏɪɴꜱ

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ᴘʟꜱ ᴄᴜᴍ 4 ᴍ3 ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ 

Yunho received a hefty dono from his favorite viewer, got a cute request from them, and got called puppy all at the same time? It was simply too much for a baby boy like him to handle, especially after being teased and edged by his dear audience for so long. “Cumminggg, oh my god, m’ cumming so hard,” Yunho moaned out, dropping the vibrator from his cock, just letting it hang at his side, his thighs jolting each time his veiny cock twitched up into his heaving abdomen. “F-uuuck…” Long spurts of milky liquid splattered onto his straining abs, some shooting across one of his pierced nipples, some of it even gracing his pretty, glistening parted lips. Yunho didn’t even realize he managed to cum inside his own mouth until he tasted the bitterness on his tongue when he swallowed his drool down. “Holy fuck, you guys, I just swallowed my own cum…I should’ve just aimed for my mouth the whole time…Mm, remind me next stream.” 

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ɪ’ᴍ ɪɴꜱᴀɴᴇ

➵ ꜰᴀɴʙᴏʏ4ᴛᴇᴇᴢ: ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴘɪᴄᴀꜱꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴋᴋᴋᴋ

The visual and physical stimulation you were providing yourself proved to be almost lethal, dropping your now silent vibrator onto the carpet below, hunched over in your chair, resting the side of your sweaty cheek on your cat paw mouse pad, your twitching, tingling fingers gently pressing into your keyboard. “He looks so pretty…” you whispered to yourself, hearts forming inside your glistening eyes.

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ʟᴜᴠ ᴡᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴜ ᴄᴠᴍ ʏᴜɴɴɪ3 ,, ᴜʀ ꜱ0 ᴄᴜᴛᴇᴇᴇᴇ

Yunho slid his long, slender fingers through the puddles of cum splayed across his chest, bringing them up to his lips, sucking it off of them, his hooded eyes accompanying his curled lips, looking like a mischievous puppy. “If you love seeing me cum so much, Kitty, then you should see it in real life, doncha’ think?”

“Huh?” you reacted, suddenly sitting up straight, your eyes and mouth wide open, wondering if you had nutted so hard, you were having auditory hallucinations. 

While licking the remaining saltiness from his lips, Yunho’s smirk grew wider. “You heard me. Since you’re my biggest supporter, I thought I’d fly you out to join me in a stream. Whaddaya think?” He just sat there, looking smug as hell, confident in himself and his decisions, his heart pounding away inside his chest. 

As you sat there in disbelief, factory resetting in silence, Yunho turned his attention to the rapidly moving live chat, giggling a bit. “That's a pretty hot idea, huh, guys? Wanna watch us fuck each other stupid?”

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ɪᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴜꜱᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ

➵ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏʙᴏʏꜱʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅᴍʏʟɪꜰᴇ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴛ

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴘᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜɢ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ

The rest of the chat had an overwhelmingly positive response, further egging on Yunho’s insane idea and your urge to pack up your bags right then and there. You still weren’t sure if you had fallen into a coma or if this was your reality, but regardless, you hit enter on your poor keyboard. 

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ᴜ ʙᴛʀ ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ 

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ɪᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ 4 ᴜ ♡

You landed a critical hit on Yunho’s heart when your highlighted comments popped up on his screen, causing him to cover his face and spin around in his chair, tiny giggles escaping his throat. He peeked at his webcam through his fingers, whining, “Hurry up, Kitty, I'm waiting!”

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Taking a flight over to him wasn’t too difficult, but what was incredibly difficult was standing with your luggage outside of Yunho’s apartment in an outfit you took hours deliberating over, left to your own devices, which meant that your brain would go over all the reasons why he would send you home as soon as he opened the door. 

Before you could get even more sweaty just from standing there, the door swung open. Yunho’s face suddenly froze, his eyes growing wide, resembling marbles and beginning to sparkle. He just stood there staring at you, taking in all of you, wanting to etch it into his memory. 

“H-hi, Yunnie, I’m Kitty, well, Y/N, heh,” you squeaked out, dropping your bag on the ground to give him a shy wave, your lips quirking up into a nervous smile. “Y-you look even cuter in person.” 

“You’re the cute one here, silly.” Yunho giggled softly, immediately stepping past his doorframe to pull you into a hug, burying you in his oversized dual-colored sweater. “I’m so happy I can finally meet you, Y/N,” he whispered near your ear, rubbing your lower back with his large hand. “We’re gonna have so much fun together…” 

Once he pulled away, you almost melted into the floor, your knees feeling a bit weak, still able to give him a big, goofy smile. “So much fun,” you echoed, your flushed face matching Yunho’s bright red ears. 

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After spending a bit more time together just hanging out around Yunho’s apartment and taking time to talk about whatever, including a discussion about your sexual experiences and limits, your walls seemed to drop all together, realizing he was just as chill, and just as perverted, in real life as he was during his streams. Your heart still raced over the smallest things, but that was for a different reason. Your body was practically vibrating as well, but that also had a different cause, a far more explainable one. 

“So,” Yunho began, gently running his thumbs over your knuckles, licking at the piercing on the side of his bottom lip. “Should we go live now?” He squeezed your hand slightly, leaning in to drown you with his intense gaze. “Are you in the mood to play, baby?” 

You couldn’t possibly tell him that you were essentially the human embodiment of Niagara Falls, having to squeeze your thighs together as much as you could to keep your arousal from dripping down your inner thighs past your short skirt. “I really wanna play with you, Yunnie,” you replied, gently placing your hand on his knee, your fingers moving past his ripped jeans to make contact with his warm skin. 

“Then, let’s play, Kitty.” Blushing and returning your sweet smile, Yunho reached up to caress your cheek lovingly, before standing up to turn his webcam on and start up a new stream. 

Yunho sat down in his spacious chair, making sure his pretty guest of honor stood in front of him for the time being as his faithful viewers showed up in the chat in large waves, eventually holding his hands out near you like he was presenting a prize. “Here she is, everyone!” He gave the webcam a playful smile past your shoulder, coaxing you to sit comfortably inside his large lap, his hand going up to pet your head, which you nuzzled into, the small bell collar he put on you earlier jingling a bit. “My Kitty finally arrived for playtime.” 

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴏᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ??? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ???

➵ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏɢʀʟ: ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴜɪɴɢ

“Now, c’mon Kitty, show everyone how excited you are to be here,” Yunho purred near your ear, reaching around you to grab your thighs, gently pulling them open as you spread them fully out yourself. 

With your thighs trembling, you revealed the bright pink vibrator you’ve had lodged inside you for the past hour, your cunt already so slicked up with arousal that the toy threatened to slip out of you if you didn’t keep clenching around it. “So full…” 

“Do you see, everyone? See how good I treat my guests?” Yunho asked his audience, making a downwards V over the top of your cunt, rubbing his fingers along your folds, making sure to stimulate your clit at the same time. “I watched her shove this toy up her cute little pussy earlier…She’s been walking around my apartment with it inside ever since like a good little slut.” 

➵ ᴅᴏɴᴛʟᴏᴏᴋᴀᴛᴍᴇ: ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ɪᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴡᴋ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴍᴍᴍ

Moaning at the feeling of Yunho pulling the toy out and slipping it back inside your hole, you leaned your head back into his chest, his stiff cock pressing into your ass, your hands moving back to play with his hair. “Wanna touch you too, puppy…” 

“I know you do, Kitty. You’ll get to put your hands all over me in a second, I promise.” Yunho nuzzled your cheek, giving it a gentle lick that made you shiver, pulling the toy out agonizingly slow, inch by inch, drawing a long moan from your lips. He slipped both of his arms around you, bringing his hands down to spread you open with his thumbs, your clenching cunt on display for every single one of his viewers to drool over. “Look at this pretty kitty’s hole, everyone. So pink, so wet, so ready to use, huh?” 

His follower and viewer count hit a sudden spike, making the both of you giggle to each other. Yunho then lifted one of your thighs up onto the chair, spreading his own thighs open a bit just in time for a golden retriever tail to become visible fo his viewers, his ass comfortably filled with one of his favorite plugs. “Kitty watched me put this in after she filled herself up. It slipped in so easily too, and my sweetheart got so wet, but I told her she couldn’t cum until you guys got to see. Aren’t I the best, guys?” His chat sped up a little faster, the majority of people talking in all caps, making Yunho chuckle.

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ɢᴜʏꜱ ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏ 

➵ ᴅᴏɢʙᴏʏ: ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ ᴜꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ

When you whimpered and nudged him for his attention, Yunho nodded knowingly with his cheek against yours, nuzzling it. “Oh, I know, baby. You’ve been so good letting that toy fill you up for so long, but you need more. Is that right? You need puppy’s cock in your breeding hole, don’t you?” he teased you in a low, pouty voice, rubbing your wetness around your clit with one hand, using his other hand to push the vibrator in and out of your clenching cunt, going faster and faster until you began to cry out.

“Yes, puppy, please, I can’t take it…!” you voiced desperately, jolting against Yunho’s body, about to scream when he pressed the rounded end of the vibrator to turn it up even higher, your thighs beginning to shake. “Oh my god, i’m gonna…”

“Cum for me, Kitty, cum for everyone….” Yunho squeezed your clit roughly, simultaneously jamming the vibrator into you at such a velocity that you screamed, your arousal starting to pour out of you, the clear liquid getting onto Yunho’s thighs and the chair below. Yunho groaned at the sight, using his hand to rub your juices around just to hear how wet it was, moaning, “Oh, fuckkkk, look at that, Kitty’s making such a mess for us.” He brought his dripping fingers to his drooling mouth, eagerly sucking your cum off of them. “Did that feel good, kitten?”

“So good…” Feeling Yunho’s rock-hard cock throbbing against your lower back, you squirmed around against him, turning your head to look at him, still panting softly from your ear ringing orgasm. “Wanna make you feel good too, pup, with my breeding hole…”

“Oh, yeah?” Yunho nosed your neck, licking a stripe up your neck past your collar to make you shiver, looking you straight in the eye afterward. “Wanna squeeze around me, baby? Feel how big I am inside your tiny little cunt?”

You reached up to caress his hair, gently tugging on it, your eyes full of desperation for your favorite streamer. “Please. Want you to stuff me with your cock. Wanna make you cum from how tight I am for you.”

Yunho unknowingly began to rut against you, leaving streaks of pre-cum on the small of your back. “That’s my slutty little kitty…so eager to be filled by her puppy…” He reached back around you to spread your hole open once again for the camera, looking at his webcam with hazy, hooded eyes. “What do you think, chat? Should I fuck this kitty full of my pups?”

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴡᴡᴡᴡᴡᴡ

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇꜱ

Unable to take Yunho’s teasing anymore, you quickly stood up, wobbling slightly, before you sat back in his lap, this time facing him, the both of you struggling with his joggers to pull his cock out, already grinding yourself along it when it was finally free, the slippery ridge of his silicone cock ring supplying you extra pleasure. “Need you, Yunnie,” you whimpered, pulling at his collar to bring his parted lips onto yours, your tongues joining in the middle. 

Yunho moaned into your mouth, swiveling the chair to the side so that his viewers could still get a good look at your shared desperation, his cock starting to throb steadily against your slick cunt when you began to suck on his tongue — though the whining and whimpering noises Yunho was known for didn’t start until you began to rub and flick at his pierced, hardened nipples from underneath his sweater, his hands diving underneath your own sweater to grope and pull at your tits, eventually moving to your ass to squeeze it, your hips lifting up slightly so that he could tease your entrance with his leaking cockhead. 

You moved your hips back slightly so that you could reach down, grabbing at the base of his tail and moving it around experimentally until Yunho began to gasp for air, figuring you were rubbing against his prostate. “Does that feel good, puppy? Am I hitting the right spot?”

“S-so good, makes me wanna fuck you, kittennn, wanna fuck you dumb on my cock. Can I, please?” Yunho suddenly begged you, fucking himself back on the plug that you continued to maneuver around inside him, not hesitating to give you the most adorable, lust-drunk pouty face you’ve ever witnessed in your life. 

“Yes, puppy, please, please, please fuck me,” you answered just as desperately, ruffling his soft, slightly damp hair, letting go of his tail to wrap your arms around his neck.

Yunho quickly swiveled the chair back to its original position so that your ass and throbbing cunt was on full display from behind, using two fingers to spread your open for him, slowly guiding his thick cock inside you inch by inch, until he completely bottomed out, resulting in a blissful sigh from the both of you. “Look at you, kitten, so fucking full of my cock. I’m gonna fuck your brains out,” he groaned, his large hands encasing your hips, immediately jack hammering himself into you like he was using a fleshlight, your joined bodies creating a lewd symphony of slick sounds.  

Yunho rammed himself into you so roughly, you couldn’t do anything else except take it, bouncing on his monstrous cock over and over again, the tip of it repeatedly forming a bulge inside your stomach that only Yunho could see, throbbing inside you from the sight of it. “So good, it’s so good, Yunnie, love your cock…!” 

“Love your wet cunt, Kitty, love how tiny you are, like you’re gonna break just from getting pounded into by my puppy cock,” he moaned back, gripping your ass so hard, your flesh squished through his strong fingers, still driving you down onto his cock like you were made for him, for his pleasure. “Makes me wanna stuff you full of my litter….”

“A-aaah, but puppy likes being edged with his cock ring, doesn’t he? It feels so much better like this, yeah?” you huffed out, reaching behind you to squeeze one of his intensely swollen balls, receiving a high-pitched, pleasured moan from your playmate.

“Feels so fucking good, Kitty,” Yunho agreed, mindlessly kicking the speed of his thrust game into hyper-drive, mindlessly fucking himself into you so roughly, so sloppily, his cock almost slipped out a few times, requiring him to hold you down by your hips. “Your pussy’s clenching so hard around me, baby, it’s so tight for me…Feels like you’re gonna cum…”

“Yeah, gonna cum, puppy, feels too–aaah-good…!” 

Yunho locked his arms around your waist, his hips never faltering, his veiny length rubbing along your inner walls in just the right way, making you cry out. He pressed his lips onto your ear, slipping his hand in between your sweaty bodies to rapidly rub your stiff clit, purring, “Good girl, cum for me, kitten. That’s right, baby, squirt on my cock…” 

When you came, you came hard, your arousal leaking out around his slippery cock, your body jolting as each wave of pleasure coursed through you, resting your head on his shoulder, his sweater slipping down it. Once you recovered, Yunho pressed his lips against yours, whispering words of praise, among other things that his audience couldn't hear until you slowly lifted yourself off of him. 

“I think it’s time to make our good puppy cum, don’t you think, guys?” you asked his webcam, walking around Yunho’s chair to stand behind it, running your hands down his body, reaching for his twitching cock, slipping your closed fist up and down it until you made Yunho whimper pathetically, tears forming inside his eyes, causing the already rapidly moving chat to go completely ape-shit. 

➵ ᴡʏɴɢ: ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴄʀʏ

➵ ꜱɴ: ɴᴏᴏᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ɪᴛ :(

You continued to pump his reddened, leaking cock, replicating his incredibly needy facial expression, pouty lips and all, murmuring, “Awww, poor puppy wants to cum so bad, huh?” 

Yunho bucked his hips up into your hand, trying to fuck himself into your closed fist, his abs and muscles straining from his desperation, his ass clenching around his favorite plug, more drool beginning to leave his lips and dribble down his neck to his dog collar. “Please, let puppy cum, wanna cum inside my mouth like a dirty boy,” he babbled out, tears overtaking his vision once the pain of edging himself for so long began to overtake the pleasure on his almost orgasm. 

“Mm, then be good and cum, puppy,” you replied sweetly, suddenly slipping the pre-cum drenched cock ring off of Yunho and bringing it up to his mouth, watching him lap up the clear liquid off of it without you even having to ask. “Such a naughty boy, so good for us, aren’t you?”

“So good, Kitty, m’ so good,” Yunho echoed, running his hands up and down your forearms for his own comfort, practically panting like an actual dog would, his bangs plastered to his forehead with sweat. “Gonna cum so hard…” 

“Cum so hard for us, Yunnie, come on, that’s it….” Leaning yourself over his shoulder, you used both hands to milk his long, heavy cock, driving loud, whiny moans out of him, along with spurt after spurt of milky cum, watching the way he caught the stream of it on his lolled-out tongue. Yunho tilted his head back, looking up at you with teary, glazed-over eyes, making a small noise, clearly wanting to share himself with you. 

Without hesitation, you pulled him by the collar, pressing your mouth onto his, his tongue slipping inside it almost instantly, lazily swapping his hot cum and saliva with you, the both of you swallowing the combination down with ease afterwards, your hands caressing one another’s sweaty faces. After a shared gaze of affection, Yunho pressed a kiss onto your nose, making you blush harder than you had the whole night. 

When the post-nut clarity hit him, Yunho sat up a bit in his chair, giving his webcam a variety of hearts using his hands. “Thank you all for tuning in for this special stream, everyone! Love you!” 

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴀᴡ ɢᴏᴅ

➵ ᴘᴜᴘ: ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪꜱᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ

➵ ᴡʏ: ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴄʜᴇʀ

➵ ꜱɴ: ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ ♡

As soon as Yunho turned his webcam off, he brought you into a tight, comforting hug, nuzzling the side of your head with his own. “You did so good, Y/N…That was amazing, this is amazing…” 

You hugged him back just as tight, your heart fluttering, wondering if it was all just physical between the two of you or if there was something else blossoming behind the lens of the webcam. “I think so too, Yunnie…I just…” You began to pull back, causing Yunho’s happy expression to drop a bit. 

“What’s wrong, Y/N? You didn’t have fun?” he murmured, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. 

“No, it’s not that! I had tons of fun, Yunnie, the most fun I’ve had in a long time…” you reassured him, ruffling his damp dyed hair as gently as possible, smiling at him with your eyes. “I just don’t want to overstay my welcome, you know? So I should probably–”

“No, no, noooo,” Yunho repeated whinily, pulling you back into his arms, nuzzling your neck this time, enveloping you in his comforting scent and warmth. He eventually pulled back, just enough to rest his forehead onto yours, gazing at you, as if he was letting you take a peek at his beating heart through his eyes.  “Stay…?” 

You swallowed harshly to keep your heart from bubbling up into your throat, warmth searing into your cheeks, murmuring, “Are you sure?” 

Yunho bit at his bottom lip, lowering his head slightly so you didn’t have to see just how red he had become, though his bright red ears betrayed him. He eventually looked back into your eyes, swallowing down his nerves. “Y/N, what if…what if told you I was your number one fan too? What would you say then?” 

With your heart hammering away inside your chest, you pulled yourself together just enough to softly press your lips against his. You smiled up at him afterwards, caressing his cheek, your eyes twinkling with adoration for your favorite puppy boy. “Does that answer your question? Or do you need another?”

Yunho pouted cutely, just about ready to melt inside your arms. “Another.”

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Dream Garden

Group: Xdinary Heroes Word Count: 3.3k Warnings: None About: Seungmin gets a little bit over-involved in the book he's reading.

Cast

Seungmin sipped a fresh black coffee and settled into his seat. He finally had enough free time to sit down and read a book, a book he’d found under his Christmas tree, Dream Garden. He wasn’t sure where it had come from, as he’d thanked all of his family members for the gift, yet they all denied buying it for him. Seungmin had put the book away in his room hoping its rightful owner would come and fix the mix up soon, but curiosity got the better of him and he had come to a quiet little cafe so that he could read it. This spot was his favourite to come to when he needed some alone time. This cafe was fairly unknown in the area, meaning that it was almost always empty, welcoming some much needed deep relaxation.

Fueled with caffeine, Seungmin turned the first page. The book told a tale of a whimsical land called the Dream Garden, full of mischief and wonder. It was clear from the beginning that this was no ordinary novel, with the main characters being a purple cat, a pair of air-headed twins referred to as the Nuggets, and an unusual character merely named the Host. 

Seungmin reached for his coffee cup, wanting to take another sip. He was hooked on Dream Garden, and almost couldn’t tear his eyes from the pages, but as he pulled his beverage closer, he spotted something moving in the liquid. Upon closer inspection, Seungmin found a goldfish inside his drink. He was certain that it hadn’t been there before, and began poking at the animal, just to make sure it wasn’t an apparition. Seungmin jumped back, startled as his finger met the swimming creature in the coffee, his eyes following its every move. Confused, but curious, Seungmin leaned in towards the cup, watching. He leaned in closer and closer, and closer yet until he lost his balance and fell face first into what should’ve been scalding liquid. 

Seungmin found himself falling through the coffee. The scent filled his nose and swirled all around him. Multi-coloured goldfish swam past, yellow, green, blue, orange. The black abyss looked endless and Seungmin was falling for what he thought was forever. Seungmin felt his eyes beginning to close, the sound of the fish bubbling and the aroma of the tunnel lulling him to sleep. He tried to fight it, to keep his eyes open, to remain aware of his surroundings, but his efforts went to waste.

Seungmin awakened, laying flat on his back. He rested in a bed of flowers that cushioned his fall. He couldn’t get up, however, as an animal had settled on his torso. From the angle he was looking at, it appeared to be a furry purple blob, but it was heavy and Seungmin wanted it off. He poked the blob, hoping to awaken the sleeping creature. On contact, the animal’s ears pricked up, and it began to uncurl itself, turning its face towards Seungmin. It was a cat! A purple cat. Seungmin recognised the animal straight away, “The cat from…” he whispered to himself.

The animal yawned and stretched out its body from its paws right down to its tail. Seungmin smiled softly and reached up to stroke the cat’s head, feeling honoured that it chose him as its resting place. The purple cat welcomed petting, and began to purr, kneading Seungmin gently with its paws.  “You’re a very cute cat but unfortunately, I have to get up now,” Seungmin said aloud to himself, as he tried to lift the cat off of his body. The cat didn’t seem to like this and hopped off by itself with a small yowl, freeing Seungmin and letting him sit up. Seungmin brushed down his shirt and the back of his hair, looking around at the area. 

Seungmin was sitting in the middle of a lovely meadow with colourful flowers all around him. But none of them looked like what they were supposed to. The roses were blue and the daisies were red, and the grass wasn’t green but a vibrant plum colour and the sky a pastel pink. 

“Are you ready to go now?” Asked an unfamiliar voice. The voice almost made Seungmin jump out of his skin. He was sure he had been out there alone, just him and the cat. As Seungmin turned back in the direction of the sudden voice, his gaze was met with another young man, who looked about the same age as him, the cat nowhere to be seen.  “G-go where?” Seungmin stumbled over his words, surely his mind was playing tricks on him. How could someone have approached so quickly without him knowing about it? Seungmin examined the boy in front of him. He looked familiar, though Seungmin was sure he’d never seen him before. Seungmin didn’t want to let himself think that this boy could be the cat that was asleep on him just minutes ago. 

“To the tea party, of course.” The boy laughed and reached out his hand, an offer to help Seungmin up, “Did you hit your head too hard or something?” Seungmin hesitantly took the boy’s hand and stood up beside him. Seungmin had so many questions. Where was he? What tea party? Where was the cat? And who was this boy in front of him? Deep down inside himself, Seungmin knew the answer to those questions, he just didn’t want to believe that he was right.

“I’m sorry but, who are you?” Seungmin managed out, hoping the boy wouldn’t say what he didn’t want to hear. “Ah, that’s right! You haven’t seen me like this yet.” The boy laughed, and grabbed Seungmin’s wrist, “Let’s walk and talk.”

The boy introduced himself as Jungsu and, much to Seungmin’s dismay, also as the cat from before. As if his purple hair and cat-like features didn’t already give it away. Jungsu believed that it would be rude to attend a party in the form of an animal, though he would much prefer to be in his natural body. 

The cat-boy led Seungmin through the meadow, and through a nearby stretch of trees. As the pair progressed through the small forest, they began to hear a commotion that got louder with each step. Jungsu brought Seungmin to a clearing, where a long, rectangular table was laid out with six seats, two occupied and four empty, three on one side, two on the other, and one at the head. Each seat at the table had a name embroidered into the back of it.

The head seat was occupied by a young man who at this time wasn’t saying much. He had been watching when Seungmin had arrived with Jungsu, and began smiling when Seungmin’s eyes met his. His eyes were full of kindness and his smile was pure and warm. This was the nature of he that they called the Host. The seat to the Host’s right was occupied by a boy with long black and red hair that was sprawled out across the table as he leaned, hunched over in his labelled seat, “Joo”.  Joo was asleep, mumbling words whilst dreaming, “Red, orange, yellow…”.  The seat to the Host’s left was labelled “Gaon”, but it was empty. The seat belonged to the other black and red haired boy, who was not at the table, but on it. Gaon was sitting, cross-legged on the table, filling two teapots, talking nonsenses loudly to himself, “Bananas are long, long, long…”

It seemed that the noise was solely the result of the two matching haired attendees, as the Host sat in complete silence, overseeing all. “Wild geese are still wild geese…” Gaon continued, “Green, blue, navy…” Mumbled Joo at the same time, “Even if you flip them over!”  “Purple… Rainbow…” The two continued like this, simultaneously uttering their meaningless words, one sleeping and one working. Seungmin quickly deduced that these two were the dummy Nugget twins introduced in his book.

Jungsu hastily made way to his reserved seat beside Gaon’s and sat down, motioning for Seungmin to do the same. Seungmin, however, did not have a seat with his name on it. He stood floundering, eyes looking to Jungsu and then to the Host for assistance. The Host gestured towards a seat at the end of the table on the right side, labelled “Ode”. As soon as Seungmin took Ode’s seat, the Host called for the tea party to officially begin. At the order, Gaon stood up, a teapot in either hand, and began to serve the partygoers. Gaon first crouched down and poured his own cup, but what came out of the spout didn’t look like tea. The water was clear and seemed to be frothy, like it was full of soap bubbles. 

Lacking any sense of spatial awareness, squashing cakes and snacks, and smashing cups and saucers as he went, Gaon walked down the length of the table to serve Jungsu.  “Tea or coffee?” Gaon asked with a smile, and crouched down once again to pour from the teacup in his left hand. Jungsu seemed pleased at his choice of drink, which looked like pond water full of goldfish. Goldfish! The same ones from Seungmin’s coffee back at the cafe. 

Gaon’s next stop was to Seungmin, who was seated directly across the table from Jungsu. Seungmin chose his drink, left — the same side as Jungsu — but Gaon didn’t care. Asking was just a formality, and Gaon chose to pour from whichever pot he deemed suitable for the guest. Thus, Seungmin was served a nice teacup full of bubbly water. Gaon continued past the empty seat beside Seungmin and up towards Joo.

Seungmin glanced at the seat beside him, between his and Joo’s. At first, the seat appeared empty as there was no one in it, but it wasn’t actually empty. The seat, labelled “Jun Han”, was occupied with a stack of books and atop the books was a handheld mirror, propped up as though it was a guest. Seungmin leaned over to peek in the mirror, startled to find a red-haired boy inside, huddled into himself, looking rather sad.  “Who’s that, inside the mirror?” Seungmin asked, curious as to why no one was paying the mirror boy, Jun Han, any attention. 

Jungsu looked up from the fish in his cup, a confused look on his face, “You mean the rabbit?” Seungmin made a face back, and picked up the mirror, showing Jungsu the boy inside. Jungsu laughed and asked if Seungmin had his head screwed on right, how could he not see that the mirror just showed the image of a red rabbit? Jungsu looked back down at his tea, or more so, at the fish, poking and playing with them, as a cat would do. 

Seungmin looked at the mirror once again, he was sure he wasn’t crazy, it wasn’t a rabbit. Seungmin absent mindedly tapped at the glass, feeling sorry for the ignored guest inside it. But his eyes widened as Jun Han responded to the tapping, coming closer to the glass, his mouth moving as though he was trying to speak. 

Getting out of his seat, Seungmin walked around the table, first to the Nuggets, to show them the mirror and ask for some help. Joo raised his head to listen to Seungmin’s query. The Nuggets looked first at each other, then back to Seungmin, then back to each other before bursting into hysterical laughter. Joo suggested that Seungmin was going insane, or that he was just stupid for thinking there could be someone trying to talk to him through a mirror, let alone someone living inside it. Gaon, through laughter, informed Seungmin that what he was seeing in the mirror was a mere rabbit with red fur, who could not speak. 

Seungmin, a little bit defeated after being called an idiot by the resident dummies, continued around the table to the Host, hoping that if someone was going to be even a little bit normal, it would be him. But unfortunately, he was met with the same answer everyone else gave, that inside the mirror was just a rabbit. Seungmin did start to feel as though he was going crazy as he stared into the glass, Jun Han on the other side frantically tapping and trying to speak. As Seungmin passed Joo once again, he was knocked into by the second Nugget jumping out of his seat. Gaon had broken Joo’s teacup, standing on it while Joo had been asleep, and with nowhere to serve his drink, Gaon poured the fish-filled water directly into Joo’s lap. 

Joo ran back and forth around the edge of the table in a poor attempt to catch Gaon for drenching him. The first Nugget, safely up on the furniture, avoided his twin by running up and down, destroying almost everything in his path. Jungsu and the Host simply lifted their teacups out of the way as Gaon passed, completely unbothered and entirely familiar with this type of situation. 

The commotion and sudden chaos made Seungmin accidentally drop the mirror face down onto the ground. Apologising out loud to Jun Han inside, Seungmin quickly bent down to pick it back up. The impact with the ground caused a crack to appear right across the centre of the mirror.  “I am so sorry, I’ll put you down now,” Seungmin said, upon seeing the now slightly distorted image of Jun Han in the glass. He hurried to prop the mirror back up on the books, but stopped when he heard a small voice, “Don’t put me down! Get me out of here, please!” It was Jun Han! The crack in the mirror had broken part of the seal and his voice could be heard.

Jun Han explained that he’d stayed late alone out in the forest one night and had gotten himself stuck in the mirror after everybody else had left the party, and nobody would pay any attention to him to help get him back out.  “If I break it completely, will you be free?” Seungmin asked. He certainly could have guessed the answer to that question by himself, but it felt rude to start destroying a mirror that someone had been residing in without permission. Jun Han nodded eagerly, desperate to be released from his prison. Seungmin did as permitted, and hit the edge of the mirror against the frame of Jun Han’s seat, smashing it instantly. The glass shattered and shards and dust rained onto the grass surrounding the chair.  

Jun Han climbed out as quickly as he could, just happy to be free. At first it was nice inside the mirror, allowing him a much needed break from the anarchy unravelling outside, the unorganised tea parties, the disarray, the noise, the mess. But the longer Jun Han watched, captive, separated, the more he wanted to be reunited with his friends, the chaotic but loveable Nuggets, the odd but gentle cat, the abnormal but kind-hearted Host. Jun Han shook Seungmin’s hand vigorously, thanking him for helping him escape the mirror, and took his seat at the table.

“Late!” Exclaimed Gaon, halting in his tracks. “Late!” Repeated Joo, also coming to a standstill, arm, hand and finger extended, pointing right at the red haired Jun Han. It appeared that no one had realised that Jun Han had just climbed out of the mirror, they treated his arrival as delayed despite him having been present the entirety of the party. Jun Han reached for one of the few intact teacups on the table and silently held it out for a serving of Gaon’s special “tea”. 

The Host watched, as he had been the entire time, his eyes full of affection, but he began to stir in his place once all of the seats at the table were full. It was a rare occurrence that all six seats were occupied so the Host grabbed this opportunity to say what he had been holding in. He tapped his cup with a teaspoon, calling for everyone’s attention. As disorderly as the group was, not a single one of them dared disobey the Host. At the tap of his cup the table fell silent. The Nuggets sat up straight, Jun Han placed his cup neatly on the table and turned in his seat towards the head of the table, and Jungsu spat out the innocent goldfish he had been taunting. Nobody said a word. The Host had everyone’s undivided attention. 

“I would like to thank Ode for honouring our invite,” the Host raised his teacup above his head, smiling. His eyes explored his messy table and his attendees, before settling on Seungmin in the seat belonging to the still absent guest, Ode. The partygoers began to clap and cheer, raising their teacups in what seemed to be Seungmin’s honour. Seungmin’s eyes darted between Jungsu, the Nuggets, Jun Han, and the Host. He opened his mouth to speak, but the Host continued. “Ode, if you would be so kind as to share with us, a piece of your hair,” The Host smiled again, ever so politely. Seungmin looked around, all eyes were on him. He was Ode. “I’m sorry but my name is Seungmin, I’m not who you’re looking for.”  

Seungmin noticed Gaon climbing up out of his seat and onto the table once again, something in his hand glinting in the sun. Something that looked like a very large pair of scissors. The Host spoke once again, his tone different to last time, “We are so thankful that you honoured our invitation, Ode. Now if you would be so kind as to share your hair with us.” The once soft and gentle demeanour of the Host had completely vanished. His voice was stern and his eyes strict. How dare Seungmin oppose him? The entire table stared daggers into Seungmin, shocked, appalled, disgusted. How dare Seungmin oppose the Host? Gaon took a step forward along the table, scissors ready in his hand. 

Seungmin thought about his hair that he’d recently had treated and dyed a pretty shade of baby pink. Sure, they had been nice to him, but there was no way he’d let these lunatics start hacking away at his hair with a pair of shears. Who knows what they would do with it! “I’m sorry, I can’t give you my hair,” Seungmin protested, as politely as he could. Of course, he didn’t mean to offend the Host, as he’d been so nice as to welcome him to their party at such short notice. Gaon snipped his large scissors a few times, a signal of warning, whether Seungmin liked it or not, Gaon was going to get that hair. 

Nobody at the table spoke a word. Seungmin daren’t move. He trembled in his seat, afraid of what would happen next. Seungmin watched, shaking as the Host placed his teacup gently on the mess of a table. As soon as the cup touched its saucer, Gaon sprang into action. He leaped forward, scissors outstretched, snipping, cutting. 

Seungmin fell backwards in his seat, shocked and afraid, terrified for his life. He scrambled to get up but was pinned down by Gaon, who flew from the table and landed on top of the Seungmin sprawled across the floor. Gaon grabbed a chunk of Seungmin’s hair and swiftly snipped it off. Tightly clutching his prize, Gaon retreated back up and across the table towards the Host, where he would present the soft tuft of pink.

Seungmin lay, panting and shaking on the floor, watching helplessly as his lock of hair was tucked away neatly into one of many pockets on the inside of the Host’s jacket. As the Host closed his garment, his sweet smile returned. And he raised his teacup once more, “Welcome, Ode. We hope you’ll be happy here.”

Ode sat up from the floor to the sound of cheering and applause. He no longer felt fearful or trembled. He smiled warmly, picking up his chair as his eyes met his friends around the table. 

All of the partygoers raised their teacups in a toast to the successful initiation of their new friend to the Dream Garden.

#THIS WAS SO WILD

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waiting patiently for the day someone writes a soft Dom hy3ongjun and sub j0oyeon fic 😔😔

#i will now be thinking abt this

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𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐗 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 + 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

warning: none really, reader is shorter than yeonjun and soobin, soobin's also refers to reader as a "girl"

yeonjun ; he's absolutely a flirty drunk. he's the type to be all over you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close into his side, leaning down to whisper little compliments in your ear and try to get you to come home with him, not really remembering that you are, in fact, already together and live together.

"you're so gorgeous." he'd mumble in your ear, words slurring a little, the hot breath against the shell of your ear making you giggle and look up at him. "so, so pretty. d'you have a boyfriend?" and you'd just laugh, wrapping an arm around his middle, helping keep him upright, telling him that yes, you do, which makes him so pouty for the rest of the night until you tell him that he's the boyfriend. then he gets so, so clingy, trying to ward off any man in the vicinity that gets near you with what he thinks is an intimidating look until you take him home.

soobin ; he seems like an emotional drunk. he's the type to sit close to you all night, wrapping you up in his big frame and tucking you into his chest, cooing over how cute you are and how he can't believe how lucky he is to have someone so pretty with him. and as the night goes on it only gets better worse; he's moved on to telling you how much he loves you, how much you help him when he feels bad and things get rough, how happy he is to have someone who he can take care of and who takes care of him.

"you're it for me, sweetheart, i'm so serious." he'd mumble, his words muffled from where his lips are pressed on the crown of your head. "i don't know what i'd do without you, you're my baby, my sweet girl." and he just keeps rambling and kissing on you until he's close to passing out and you take him home.

beomgyu ; he seems like the type to get quiet. not necessarily emotional, just quiet. he's the type to sit off to the side and observe, especially if you were in public, like at a bar. his cheeks are all rosy and his gaze a little dazed, and he gets so happy when you come over to sit with him, throwing you a bright smile that reaches his eyes. he's definitely the type to want to go home early too, grabbing your hand a dragging you out of the bar.

"it was too loud in there." he pouts, his grip on your hand tightening as he motions in the direction of your apartment. "jus' want it to be the two of us. no one else." and he's pulling you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, while you wrap an arm around his middle, trying to convince him to let you order an uber before he pulls you down the street.

taehyun ; honestly, he doesn't seem like the type to drink that much. he gets tipsy, at most, before he stops drinking for the night. he'd look after you when you drink, keeping a close eye on you throughout the night. and even when he does end up drinking a lot, he seems like the type to be able to handle his alcohol well. the only indication you'd get of him being drunk would be the flush on his cheeks.

"...and then my boss hands me the file back... after i'd spilled coffee on it and told him it was a new filing process for... for our documents... and told me he — he liked my idea." you tell him, finishing your story through hiccups and slurred words. and taehyun's just watching you with this lovestruck look on his face, giving you his full attention, with the softest, fondest look you've ever seen on him. "sounds like you got your work cut out for you, baby." he'd reply, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his touch soft and tender <3

hueningkai ; he gets so loud. especially if it was just you and him at your place. he's the type to pull you into his side, laughing loudly at whatever's in front of him, or whatever thought passes his mind. and when he turns to look at you, he gets this look in his eye, before tacking you to the ground, asking you to wrestle him just for the fun of it.

"c'mon, you gotta get stronger." he'd joke, his fingers finding your sides and digging in, laughing along with you in that loud way he does as you half-heartedly try to push him off of you. and he looks so cute, so happy with his reddened cheeks and hazy eyes, you can't help but lean up and press a kiss to his plush lips, smiling with him when he starts giggling.

#SOBS

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DOJOON ✧ Back to Me (2023)

#i’m gonna #i’m losing my shit

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Hongjoong :: Guerrilla @ 1theKILLPO

#AAAAAAAA #going a little crazy

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Yunho & Yeosang TOKTOQ live [231101]

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out of your league | choi jongho x reader

genre: angst w/ comfort

tags/warnings: “____” used instead of “y/n,” negative mindset, sad themes, probably weird formatting towards the end (my b), lmk about anything else !!

wc: 1,078!!

note(s): trying to figure out my style for writing on here, one thing i noticed is that sometimes the text is too small n it lowkey hurts my eyes! 😭 but lmk what you guys think!! created this because i’ve always wanted to comfort jongho, and it’s sad to see the divide in support sometimes :( so here’s to jongho!!

i the flick of his thumb had become repetitive as he curled up onto the couch, phone mere inches away from his face. his eyes flicker across the screen, almost desperately looking for something. he harbors a frown– one harsher than his usual pout.

jongho choi, lead vocalist and youngest member of ateez, sat alone on the couch of the dorm’s common area. his posture seemed tense as he continued to skim the comments of his group’s latest post. jongho had chosen to stay home as the rest of the went out for the evening. assumedly, he had the whole place to himself. he can allow himself to be vulnerable in the comfort of the common area’s couch.

his stomach starts to twist as he continues to make comparisons between him and his fellow members. the comments, the like count, the acknowledgment of his presence… he was finding it hard to justify to himself why he seemed to be less liked than the others. was his visuals off? does he sing too many high notes? is he too quiet? could it be his modesty?

jongho felt an uncomfortable warmth in his cheeks as his vision began to blur. the warmth continued to spread as he tossed his phone to the side, and quickly wiping away his tears.

bottling up his feelings had finally caught up to him– five years worth of hate now getting the best of him and his self worth. his vision continued to cloud as he felt his body shake, closing his eyes now giving up on wiping them away.

“jongho…” a gentle voice called out to him.

he’s rigid as he fiercely tries to wipe away his tears, recomposing himself in front of someone he held dear to himself. “_____? something wrong?” it had left his mind completely that you had stayed behind as well.

you are cautious as you continue to approach him, “i wanted to see if you’d play League with me,” you carefully sit next to him as he watches you, surprised, yet… relieved. “then i saw you.. i’ve never seen you so upset..”

he gives you a soft shrug in response, seemingly stoic about the breakdown you witnessed. he expected himself to make an excuse to wriggle out of the inevitable conversation about to be had; however, the urgency to do so is absent.

the heavy silence present between the two of you did not go unnoticed by either party.

“would you like some space? i can leave and not tell anyone what happened.” you were already sitting a distance away. jongho ponders on the offer for a moment before replying, “no, stay.. that’d make me feel better.”

jongho had looked over at you right as a smile broke across your face. he relaxes ever so slightly, your smile alone bringing him to ease.

“well– I’m here for however long you need me, jjong.” you move a bit closer towards him, just testing the waters. jongho stayed still, barely flinching but watching you carefully. he feels a small warmth in his chest, a feeling of comfort and nervousness perhaps. he wishes he could just blurt out what he was feeling, but his throat feels too dry, the words just won’t come out.

you held eye contact with jongho, though, searching for a sign– anything really– of what jongho wanted. he was a hard nut to crack sometimes, most of the time having to drag out his true intentions by beating around the bush.

it took a bit of guesswork, and some time, but eventually you sat shoulder to shoulder jongho despite him still being a bit curled up. and then, finally, you hugged him. he seems to lunge into your warmth, almost knocking you down from sheer force. he grips the back of your shirt, nuzzling himself into your neck. jongho wanted you to himself, not caring that this was selfish of him.

you squeeze him, a reassurance to him that you’re here. the next thing he says catches you off guard, “do you like the others more than me…?” he curls into you more, anxious for your response. you rest your cheek against his head, sighing softly to yourself. something must’ve made him insecure, you thought.

“i like the others just fine, i think they’re great.” the pause you take makes him even more anxious, what were you going to say?

“i don’t, though. i didn’t think i would be admitting this now but..” you adjust yourself so you can gently lift jongho’s head. your heart almost stopped; he seemed so vulnerable with you right now– glossy eyes staring up at you as he wore a soft frown. and you had the privilege to see him like this… the urge to console him increased, along with the love you had for him.

“i love you, jongho. more than you’ll ever know.”

the whole world seems to stop. his eyes were wide as they looked at you, shocked by your confession, and the fact you reciprocated his feelings.

a gentle hand gently rubs against his cheek, a fond smile adorning your face. “i know you’re hurting… so i’m sorry for springing this on you. but, you aren’t unlovable. there are so many people who love you, for you.” you’re careful not to let your voice waver. you needed to be strong, for him, and yourself.

“if.. you really do think that, then know that i’m here in your corner, and i’ll wait for you to realize. no matter how long it takes.”

the pure admiration jongho held for you was beyond words. not only were you supporting him in a dark moment, but you were brave. you allowed yourself to be vulnerable, too.

his mood seemed to completely change as he stood up, taking your hand in his and pulling you up with the brightest smile you’ve seen. that gummy smile you adore.

“whoa— where we going, jjong?” you tilt your head curiously as he leads you out the common area.

“you wanted to play League, didn’t you? let’s both cheer up, and rage a little bit.” he offers a cheeky smile. “i want to see the smile i fell in love with when we first met.”

you couldn’t help the almost relieved smile the spread across your face, instantly brightening up. jongho’s heart flutters as he walks inside his room, starting to set up for one of his favorite games. now, he’s going to enjoy it with his favorite person.

#hehe i wrote this <3 #ateez fanfic #ateez jongho

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Yunho smut with his hands? 🥴

Oh god I love his hands I want them around my neck so bad. My choking kink is off the fucking charts whenever Yunho’s hands are present. Here’s something for you, pretty. Enjoy Yunho and his pretty little hands.

Synopsis: what are the odds of getting a tattoo and getting fucked by your tattoo artist because you cannot stop staring at his fuckin hands

Warnings/genres: tattoo au!, mention of needles, slight size kink, choke kink, unprotected sex, hands kink, cream pies, fingering

A/n: I am so sorry for the amount of typos. I fucking swear this isn’t what usually happens omg

You stood before the apartment door, double checking that you got the right address—yeah you definitely did. He did mention that it was a home-based studio. Your first tattoo appointment and you were so nervous because you don’t know what to expect. Hongjoong had assured you to just go with an open mind. You didn’t know much about your tattoo artist, only knowing that his name was Yunho, nonetheless, you did really like his art style, and you soon settled on him with Hongjoong’s advice.

Back to present, you pushed the doorbell, and it echoes through the apartment. There is a silence before the doorknob clicks. The door pulls back, and before you, stood a really tall male. His sharp eyes make him look very intimidating and for a moment your heart races, and you wonder if you stopped into the wrong house.

“You are?” He asks, and rumbles you even more because his voice is so fucking deep for no reason.

You manage to find the voice stuck in your throat, as you reply, “y/n, here for a 7pm tattoo appointment with Yunho?”

His face softens immediately as his eyes brighten up. “Ah right! Yunho’s client! Come in. I’ll get Yunho in a bit”. He ushers you in as you remove your shoes.

You step inside, soaking in the interior of the apartment. It was definitely a shared space—the common areas were spacious, maybe just spacious enough to serve for two people. It was a pretty clean looking, monochromatic layout.

“Oh right, my name’s Mingi. Song Mingi, but you can call me Mingi”, he introduces himself brightly, his smile contagious. “I’m his room mate.” You smile back.

“Please excuse the mess by the way”, he laughs as he leads you through the corridor, and the both of you are standing in front of a wooden door. Mingi knocks the door before saying “Hyung, I’m coming in” with a raised voice. He pushes the door handle down and the door opens. The subtle hint of lavender hits you from the humidifier and it instantly relaxes you.

On the cushioned rolling stool sat your tattoo artist, his frame is as tall as Mingi’s, messy brunette locks tussled on his head. He’s in simple black shirt but he still looks so fucking good. He’s absorbed on his iPad, still sketching out the little details of what seems to be your tattoo.

You feel your heart beat a little too quickly the moment your eyes land on him because you did not expect him to be that attractive.

And you are gonna be stuck with him for at least a couple of hours together.

Mingi raps the door again, and that’s when Yunho looks up, and you take a good look at his face. He doesn’t look like whatever you expected him to look like, well, not that you had any pictures to reference him from to begin with. But definitely, he is pretty fucking good looking. You stay rooted at the entrance of the door, mooning over your tattoo artist in a tight black shirt while he eyes you up and down with a soft smile.

“Oh right! My apologies”, Yunho finally speaks and he sounds like honey, and it suddenly makes you slightly thirsty. “Hey. I’m Yunho. We finally meet”, he greets with a hand up.

His fucking hands. Oh my fucking gods. He has a silver ring cuffing his index finger. Then he beckons you to go over to him. Mingi tilts his head to Yunho’s direction before saying that he needs to leave, giving you a small nod before shutting the door.

You have no choice but to inch closer to Yunho, who’s smiling at you like a fucking golden retriever, and you wonder to yourself ‘this dude is a fucking tattoo artist?’ Yunho beckons you to take seat on an empty stool across him as he mentions to give him a couple more minutes to finish up the design draft. You nod, even if he doesn’t see it since his attention is back on his iPad. You quietly stare at the way he makes his strokes with his Apple Pencil.

And you get a closer look at this long, slender fingers. You’ve never met anyone with such pretty hands before, yet the way he holds the pencil is so gentle, and almost attractive for some reason. It’s especially the way his fingers are veiny and long—his joints are angled in such a way it frames his fingers so fucking prettily. Yunho looks up and catches your gaze, and you flinch slightly, thinking you are caught in the act.

“Eager to see your design?” He asks playfully, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips. Oh thank fucking god.

“Yeah of course. I wonder what you came up with”, you quickly say, pretending to peek over at the iPad.

He brings up the iPad higher to his eye level and it’s the way his fingers curls around the tablet. He flips it over to you and you soak in the design he drew out for you. It’s what you wanted. You also don’t miss out how clean and neatly trimmed his fingernails are.

“Is it to your taste? Got any last minute changes you want before I print it out?” He asks, as he stands up and walks over to the printer. You shake your head slowly, trying not to swoon at how deliciously tall he is.

He beams. “Great! Then I’ll print a couple of sizes out. Take your pick okay? I’ll go grab some water for you.” You nod as he disappears out of the room through the door. The printer starts up and it begins to print out the stencil.

You look around the room. Despite it looking small, it was pretty cozy looking. The room has comfortable lighting, with lamps, which you assume are for the tattoo work. There’s a small space just behind the empty stool you’re seated on, with smaller studio lights pointing towards the wall, which you deduce is probably where he takes photos of his finished products. His tattoo machine sat near to the tattoo bed, which was cling wrapped for sanitary purposes, including the pillows. Finally, a small desktop computer set up was against the wall, perpendicular to the small studio lights, with a printer at the side. The door knocks, a short pause before it pushes open, and it’s Yunho with a drink in hand.

He walks over to you and hands it to you, his fingers brushing against yours and it takes you so much nerves to have any wild thoughts. You take a sip to distract yourself as you hear scissors cutting through the tracing paper. As you open your eyes, Yunho is so fucking near your face that it makes your heart jump.

“Oh gosh! Did I scare you?” Yunho laughs as he takes the cup from your hand. “My apologies.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine. You just move so quietly”, you joke. Yunho smiles in reply as he places the cup on his desk.

“I need you to lift your shirt up for me”, Yunho instructs, staring at your abdomen.

Fuck, for a moment your mind plunges into some unknown territory. You forgot that your tattoo placement was above your hip. You roll the fabric up high enough, and you fucking jump when you feel Yunho’s fingertips brush against your skin, on your waist. “It’s here right? The placement that you wanted?” He confirms, his touch not leaving your skin. “Yeah”, you manage out.

He cuts a piece of tape to adhere the stencil onto your skin before bringing you over to the full length mirror right by the bed to let you confirm your placement. After a few adjustments (and hell of of him touching your waist with his bare hands which was definitely giving you insane haywire thoughts), you came to a placement which you are satisfied with. He sticks the stencil to your skin, much like a temporary tattoo, pulling out the tracing paper and letting it dry, before having you lie down in the bed as he prepared his inks.

“First tattoo?” He asks as he checks his gun.

“Yeah”, you reply, playing with your fingers from the nervousness.

Yunho chuckles. “That placement might hurt a little though. You’re a brave one.”

You only release a nervous laugh—wondering if it is for the tattoo or because of Yunho. He turns to you, tugging against his ring to remove it before snapping black latex gloves on before pushing your shirt higher. You bite you lip.

How the fuck does his hands look even better gloved? The black latex only enhances the length and shape of his hands, which curls around his tattoo gun.

“I’m gonna start now. Let me know if you need a break, yeah?” Yunho assures. You know it’s probably a customer service thing but god, why did he have to be so attentive?

He switches on the gun and it buzzes. He begins tattooing and sure enough, the placement you picked definitely hurt quite like a bitch, but you force yourself to pull through it.

“Is this okay? Does it hurt?” He asks before continuing.

“It does, but I think I’ll be fine”, you reply, thinking of something else to distract yourself from the pain. Throughout the session, Yunho makes conversations with you, making you laugh when you probably shouldn’t because he was stabbing needles at your waist but still. He was amazing at breaking the ice, especially in such a seemingly intimate space. You feel yourself unwind a little, and although it still hurt, you don’t feel so tense anymore. Nonetheless, you could not shake the thought about his hands running down your body every time you glance at Yunho doing your tattoo.

“Yeah, I don’t know why I even wanted to get a tattoo when I have a shit pain threshold”, you say in between soft giggles to cover up the pain and soreness that was starting to sink in.

“But you’re doing so well for me”, Yunho replies absentmindedly with a smile. Your head spins the moment he says that, butterflies were invading your stomach. What the fuck was that even? Now your stomach in twisting into knots when he’s praising you like that.

“We’re almost done. Hold on a little longer for me yeah?” He assures again, as you bear through the pain. It’s over quickly as he smoothes over your tattoo with a final swipe of the paper towel. He moves back a little to admire his work. He looks satisfied. He pulls his gloves off and sits you up gently, your stomach still fluttering as his fingers brush against your skin. He brings you to the full length mirror, and there you admire how gorgeous the tattoo looks.

“It looks amazing” you gasp, turning your side to have a better view of it. Yunho looks proud. He has his phone in his hand now and requests a few photos, which you obliged to of course. He adjusts your shirt before snapping a few pics.

“I really like how this turned out,” you gush. “Thank you Yunho.”

Yunho shakes his head. “Thank you for entrusting me to it, especially as your first tattoo.”

You laugh in response, and you don’t realise that he’s kneeled down at your waist, preparing to stick on the second skin. He sticks it on and instructs you on proper tattoo care before making another appointment for a touch up. You thank him and left the apartment, heart still beating in your ears.

You’ve developed a way too big of a crush on your tattoo artist now.

The touch up appointment came way too quickly than you thought. To be fair, you were still not over it, and as much as the tattoo scabbing and itch , it couldn’t compare to way Yunho’s hands kept brushing against your waist, as he checks on your tattoo. But in the past month, all you think about was Yunho and his fucking hands. Even now, when he’s only taking a look at your healed tattoo, your mind in swimming in the most dirtiest places you wanted him to touch.

You shut your eyes and bite your lip so no weird sound comes out from your mouth. You feel Yunho’s breath right at your waist as it tickles your skin, a soft sigh escapes your lips as your tattoo artist continues to rub against the tattoo.

And it doesn’t go unnoticed by Yunho.

He could very easily just tug your pants down and you would let him because fuck, he’s all you can think about now. Yunho stands up, and definitely notices how flushed your skin is looking, and he decides to test waters. He traps you at the tattoo bed, and you hear your heart in your ears as he inches closer. Now he’s pretty much towering over you as his fingers are tracing against your waist, sending goosebumps down your skin. “Your tattoo healed so nicely”, he says, hooking his index finger and thumb to your chin so you’d meet his gaze. Your gaze travels down to his pretty lips and he takes it as a sign to cup your neck and pull you in for a starved kiss, sending your mind into a fucking frenzy, and fireworks to go off in your eyelids. He tastes even better than you thought. Your eyes flutter open as he pulls back, catching your breath.

“Won’t Mingi hear?” You ask. He shakes his head. “Not anytime soon, doll.” His little pet name making you flush even harder, and it all goes down to your pussy, which is getting wet enough already, no thanks to your little fantasies and the fucking kiss.

“Now, stop thinking about him when I’m here.”

His hands touch your waist again, as he lifts you onto the tattoo bed, the plastic crinkling beneath you. You watch him breathlessly as he tugs against your bottoms, and your clothing articles drop to your ankles. Yunho doesn’t let them touch the ground, instead, he folds it hastily onto the other side of the bed, before turning his attention back to you, or your wet and sopping pussy.

Yunho licks his lips, before stroking your thighs to coax you to spread your legs open, and you do, your eyes following the way his fingers are stroking your thigh, alongside the ticklish feeling it was sending straight to your cunt.

“Such a pretty pussy, doll”, he compliments, his fingers trailing down your slicked cunt, before stopping right at your hole. He hears your little whimpers and cries, and it goes right to his hardened cock that’s pushing against his pants. But he knows being patient reaps the best rewards. He can be patient for you. Yunho’s fingers slowly plunge into your cunt, and your back arches in pleasure, because oh my fucking god, his fingers are long enough to hit a spongy area and it was sending fucking stars beneath your eyelids. Shivers tickle your spine as Yunho’s lips land soft kisses against your skin on your neck. His finger fucking was sending you into the heavens.

A kiss on your cheeks makes your eyes flutter open, and you meet Yunho’s gaze.

“I’ve noticed”, he sighs, slowing down his finger fucking in you. “That you seem really entranced by my hands since our first session.” Then he plunges his fingers in again, another cry leaving your lips as your eyes roll back.

Fuck. He found out.

“You have such pretty hands”, you admit, hiding your face with your arms, wondering what was more embarrassing—the fact that he found out about your fixation with his hands, or that he’s fucking your cunt with said fingers.

“So I should make really good use of it, right?” Yunho chuckles, adoring the way you’re squirming under his touch. He pulls your hands off your face and holds them down, and oh god, he was truly trying to drive you insane. He picks up the pace and every time his fingers press against your g-spot, your moans only grew louder and more desperate, and Yunho is progressively losing his rationale. He wants to fuck you so bad right now, and the thought of him railing you on his workspace only heightened his arousal, because he has never done that before.

Your orgasm only builds up even more quickly when he thumbs your clit after releasing your hands. Your hands are clawing his arms.

“Yunho, please. Oh god. That feels so fucking good. Gonna cum.”, you cry, lifting your legs higher, and that only encourages Yunho to pick up the pace, and the words that leave his lips-“cum on my fingers baby. You know you want to”- and a whimper escapes his lips the moment he feels your walls clench against his fingers, as moans pours out of you when your orgasm floods your senses. Yunho lets you ride your orgasm out, slowly pushing his fingers in and out again, enjoying your cunt squeezing his fingers. He pulls out slowly and you barely catch your breath, as your gaze meet his. His fingers are full of your slick and cream, and plasters it on his lips, giving them a lick before sucking this pretty fingers, covered in your arousal, fucking clean. That does nothing but throw your head into a frenzy, and your cunt clenches at nothing, as you struggle to keep your composure.

But now Yunho is the one starting to lose it, as he haphazardly wipes his fingers on his slacks before hastily pulling his pants down, his cock springing out, glimmering with precum already, very evident thanks to the studio lights. God fuck, as if his hands weren’t pretty enough, his dick is too. Yunho bites his lip, staring at how fucked out you looked, especially since he hasn’t even fucked you good yet. He pushes your knees to bend even more, before lining his cockhead to your hole before sinking his cock right into you. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open at this point. Your cunt feels slightly sore, and your walls are hugging his cock so well that Yunho is fighting not to just fuck you senseless. Yunho groans at the sensation, but he leans in for another hungry kiss with you, before his hand snakes around your neck.

He pulls back. “I’m sorry. I really need to fuck you so bad right now. Fuck.” You can’t help but find that so endearing that he’s holding back. Your fingers tug your folds open more, letting him sink his cock further deeper into your heat, which makes him squeeze your throat. It feels so fucking amazing to have Yunho choke you out like this, and you make it even more evident by clenching around his cock.

He doesn’t hesitate this time, and starts fucking you so deep and good, that you fucking swear you see a bulge below your belly button every time his cock hits your cervix. The sensation of Yunho’s cock stuffing you full every time he thrusts into you paired with his hands around your neck—softly squeezing and letting go—is only pushing your second orgasm to hit you.

“I would have never guessed that you’d get off my hands this much”, Yunho hums, looking at the way your eyes are rolled back as his balls slap your ass every time he fucks into you, your hands grabbing onto his arm, clawing again from the bliss he’s fucking you into. “Do you like them that much?”

You fight every nerve to focus on answering him, eyebrows scrunched. “Y-yeah. Fuck, I fantasise you choking me out like this since that day. I dream about letting you do whatever you want to me with your han-“ getting cut off from a sob as his cock fills you up again—or did he just grow even bigger in you? Ah, fuck, it doesn’t matter.

“Naughty girl”, Yunho mutters with a smirk, his free hand slapping against your ass, the sound rippling through the room, making you arch your back even more.

“Yunho, p-please’, you stutter, the knot in your stomach so taut. “I think I’m gonna cum again”. Now you’re sobbing. This only encourages Yunho to tighten his grip around your neck as his strokes become harder, and you snap—broken sobs leaving your throat as your cunt fucking squeezes Yunho’s cock, the sensation of his hands around your neck only amplifies your orgasm as stars burst in your eyelids, and you cream so fucking much, that it gets onto the cling wrapped bed below you. Yunho immediately loses it, his thrusts becoming straight up ruts. He releases his grip from your neck, and the oxygen returns immediately, leaving your heaving. Yunho is leaning into your ear, as his both hands are now on your waist as he fucks desperately into your overstimulated cunt.

“You’re so fucking adorable, y/n. I’m cumming too”, he grunts, as he ruts a final time before a soft moan hits your ears, then a flood of his warm cum right into your spent pussy, and oh god, did that feel amazing. Yunho stays by your side for a moment, before straightening his back, and pulling out, not missing a beat at the way his cum just trickles down your inner thigh, out of your hole.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. This is your work space and all”, you panic, taking a handful of tissues that Yunho had offered to clean yourself up. Evidently, that doesn’t get to him because Yunho immediately rushes over the moment he notices the red marks around your neck.

“Shit, did I choke you too hard?” He asks rather frantically, lifting your chin up, rubbing against your neck gently. You shake your head, suddenly wanting to just kiss him again, but you hold yourself back. “Also, don’t worry about this. My next appointment isn’t until 4pm. I have time to clean up. You alright though?”

Fuck, why did he have to be hot and gentle? It was genuinely driving you nuts. “Is it okay if I use the toilet?” You ask, fitting your clothes on. Yunho immediately nods, rushing to the door to leave it open for you, as you gingerly head to the washroom.

You sigh as you leave the washroom, wondering if it was about to simply be a one time thing, because you were falling for your tattoo artist, hard and fast. Your gaze meets Yunho’s the moment you shut the door behind you, and Yunho has cleaning supplies in his hands. Suddenly your face flushes again, thinking at the mess the both you made.

Yunho’s smile doesn’t falter though, and you see a tint of red colouring the tips of his ears, which you could have definitely missed if you hadn’t noticed closely. There’s a strange air of silence between the both of you, that is, until Yunho speaks.

“My 4pm client is my last one for the day. I’ll text you when I’m done, if you’re down for dinner?” He asks, rubbing the nape of his neck shyly. Oh my fucking god. You laugh softly, because, holy shit, you never expected this outcome, and then you nod. “I’ll be waiting, Yunho”, you reply.

Yunho steps forward to you and strokes your head. “I’ll see you to the door then. And then I’ll see you tonight.”

#DEAR LORD #HELLO. ON MY KNEES #i used to not care abt tattoo artist au #but now? i see the light #and that light is yunho shaped #amazing stuff!! #this randomly came up n i’m so glad #AAARRRGGGGHHHHHH ITS SO GOOD!!!!

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#he’s so pretty #hongjoong #ateez #ateez fanart #drawing #sketch #illustration #ray–shitposts

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Contact Names + Texts

Ateez Hyung Line x Reader

(Maknae Line Version)

A/n: Got a little carried away with Yunho's lol

Hongjoong:

What you have his contact name as: 'Oh Captain My Captain' What he has your contact name as: 'Love of my Life'

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Seonghwa:

What you have his contact name as: "My Favorite Seong 🖤' What he has your contact name as: 'Flower🌹'

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Yunho

What you have his contact name as: 'Yun-HOE 💅' What he has your contact name as: 'Little One 💞'

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Yeosang

What you have his contact name as: 'Yeosangie ✨' What he has your contact name as: 'Cupcake' 'My Soulmate❤🖤'

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I hope you like them!

Reblogs as adored and appreciated!~

#i read this one first #they’re both cute hehe

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Contact Names + Texts

Ateez Maknae Line x Reader (crack/fun)

(Hyung Line Version)

I didn't have a good idea for some of these :(

San

What you have his contact name as: '⛰🥵💥😍' What he has your contact name as: 'My Heart 💖'

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Mingi

What you have his contact name as: 'Mingivitis 💥' What he has your contact name as: 'My Princess ❤ 👑'

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Wooyoung

What you have his contact name as: 'Woof 🥵' What he has your contact name as: '💕 Cutie-🥧 💕' '???'

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Jongho

What you have his contact name as: 'Personal Teddy Bear🧸' What he has your contact name as: 'My Favorite Person'

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hi lovey can i request a reader starts freaking out about ateez members new hair color/ hair cut and how they’d react to it!!! ( can u also use blueberry joong, halazia silver hwa, pink mingi BECAUSE IT WAS SUCH A DRASTIC CHANGE, and oreo sannie (his best hair and yes i’m manifesting it comes back for the new cb hehe)

i also never asked this before BUT WHO IS UR ATEEZ BIAS I WANNA SPAM U W VIDEOS AND OR PICS OF THEM LLS AND TY

ateez when their s/o reacts to their new hair colour

genre: fluff and crack tbh :33

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warnings: none

a/n: MY ATEEZ BIAS IS HONGJOONG EEEEEEE AND MY SECOND BIAS IS WOOYOUNGIE <3333 THANKS FOR ASKING. also, just for the record, yes blue hongjoong has taking over my life and yes i cried when i found out he dyed his hair blue again like what was that, i was such an emotional wreck and for what. anyways ENJOY

hongjoong

"KIM HONGJOONG"

hongjoong thrashed his head around when he heard your loud voice, a grin now plastered on his face.

he laughed before you almost full-on tackled him to the ground due to the force of your hug.

"you didn't tell me you were gonna dye your hair!!"

all hongjoong felt he could do was chuckle, finding your reaction adorable.

"do you like it?" he asked in a shy voice, but the grin on his face showed he already knew the answer.

"you're so sexy i can't believe i'm dating you" you gawked at his electric blue hair and ran your fingers through it as he laughed at your comment.

seonghwa

seonghwa couldn't help but blush, growing a little shy at your overwhelming amount of compliments.

"this might be my favourite hair colour yet!" you said, eyes fixated on the top of his head.

"you said that about the last one," seonghwa replied with a deep chuckle, finding it endearing about how excited you got with his new looks.

"i know but still," you said, sifting your hands through his silver hair in admiration.

"well you better get used to it because in a few months, it'll be gone," seonghwa teased, knowing this would annoy you.

you pouted with wide eyes. "hey don't tease me like that!"

yunho

'i promise you will like it :D'

that was the text yunho had sent to you regarding his new hair colour. of course, he didn't tell you what colour it would be because he's a huge tease and wants to see your first reaction for himself.

so, when you were waiting at home for him to return, you heard the front door open and close.

"y/n?" he called to you as you sprung to your feet, intrigued by what he came home with. and you weren't disappointed!

you let out a squeal as your eyes landed on the mint green hair on your boyfriend's head. he grinned shyly, "it's for our new summer concept."

"i love it!"

yeosang

yeosang couldn't help but feel your intense gaze on him as you stared for what felt like 5 minutes.

"y/n, you're staring," he said without looking up from his book.

"no i'm not."

"yes, you are."

"well can you blame me?" you said defensively.

his recent, freshly dyed hair was all you could think about recently. blond. and it was certainly his colour. you couldn't help but gawk at it.

yeosang looked up before looking back down, smiling shyly after his own gaze met yours. he never realised how much you would like his new hair colour until now.

san

"you look so tasty"

san gave you a side eye and a smirk at your comment. chin in your hands, you sat and admired your boyfriend's new hair colour. it was your favourite one yet, if that was even possible.

"you're crazy, you know that?" he chuckled, placing a hand on your leg before focusing his attention back on his phone.

"ow!" he exclaimed when he felt you bite him on the shoulder. "what was that for?"

"don't blame me, it's your oreo hair." you teased and shrugged, fluttering your eyelashes innocently.

"i can't believe you," san shook his head, but he can't help but smile at the attention you gave him. he couldn't help it.

mingi

"so when you said pink, what shade did you mean"

"huh?"

"you said the next time i dye my hair, i should dye it pink."

you were currently on your way to meet your boyfriend, staying on the phone with him so you could find each other in a busy area of town.

"any shade of pink you want, i guess" you giggled at the randomness of his question.

"will this shade do?"

in the distance, your boyfriend stood out like a pink flower against the greyness of the world. he had a beaming grin on his face and he watched you gasp and run towards him.

"it's perfect!" you say, jumping into his arms.

wooyoung

wooyoung would giggle uncontrollably as you continued to watch his halazia fancam.

"i mean it's just so red" you kept saying out loud, eyes focused on the screen before you.

"you know you don't have to keep watching that when you have me right here," he whined as he nudged you, starting to want more of your attention.

when you didn't acknowledge him, he snatched the device from your hands and turn it off.

"see, you have me now, in real life, with my new hair" he beamed and you rolled your eyes at his childishness.

"you better dance for me then, tomato boy" you teased, snorting as you watched his jaw drop.

"the audacity!"

jongho

your dramatic reaction to jongho's new hair colour was not shocking.

considering he only ever had black or different variations of brown hair, no one could blame you for completely freaking out when he rocked up with RED.

red. hair. who would've thought?

"did you change your lockscreen to me?" jongho asked as he chuckled, looking at your phone.

"and my homescreen. and i have a photocard too," you proudly showed off the photocard of your boyfriend with red hair.

"such a dork" he rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but be flattered by your support.

#SOBBING

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finally wrote a thing… 🥺💕💕

[ 7:49 pm ]

finally, the day has ended!! you close your apartment door with a sigh, starting to slip off your shoes. you tiredly look up and around at your apartment, only to have them widen at the scene in front of you.

the living room was free of any miscellaneous knick knacks and trash that had collected in the space over the past week. you had been so busy that you didn’t think to clean any of it up. you start to drift towards the kitchen– even that had been cleaned up? you had left your home with the dishes piled up in the sink with random dish ware across the counters.

you take quick steps to head towards your bedroom only to be stopped by soft humming coming from the bathroom. the door was left wide open, but jiung seemed to be in his own little world as he continued to clean the mirror. he wore a bandanna with a matching track suit as he cleaned, smiling to himself as he sang softly.

you nearly melted on the spot. so it had been your boyfriend, jiung, who had decided to give you a helping hand. perhaps he noticed how stressed you were in general, or how you didn’t have much energy after you came home. either way, he wanted to help out in any way he could!

you call out to him, just loud enough so that he could hear but not be too startled.

his head snaps towards you, regardless, feeling a bit frightened despite your efforts not to scare him. he quickly relaxes, quickly throwing away the paper towel he was using to then hug you.

“welcome home y/n!!” he squeezes lovingly, kissing your temple. your hug back carried as much love and care as his did.

“thank you, jiung… but, did you.. clean the whole place by yourself?”

he breaks away just enough to make eye contact with you. he tilts his head though, a bit confused, “well you were at work so, i figured i could surprise you! you’ve been stressed all week.. i had to do something.”

your smile could only widen, showing that gummy smile jiung loved.

you press a kiss on his lips, feeling all warm and fuzzy, “you’re the best, you know that, right?”

“only for you y/n,” he rubs his nose against yours, “only for you”

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jungsu who likes to take care of others x y/n who hates to be taken care of, except they're not in a relationship (yet)

#THIS IS SO CUTE PLS