Killing Me - Yunho (m)

killing me - yunho (m)

part of the frat boy series.

summary: roommate!yunho. after last year, yunho swore he would never live in a frat house ever again. that doesn’t mean he’s leaving the frat, though, so he moves into an apartment just down the street. and you? well you need somewhere cheap and walkable to campus, and yunho is leasing a room. so that’s how you end up living with the human embodiment of sunshine and puppies, but the more time you spend with yunho the more you realize he may have a darker side lurking beneath the surface. 

word count: 9.6k

warnings: smut!! m masturbation (lil perv yunho moment), a little rough, reader has female body parts/female pronouns used, slight cumplay? unprotected sex, creampie, don’t be like them, kinda unedited <3

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Obsessive | Kang Yeosang | pt. 2

Parts ➞ [one] [two] [three] [four]

Pairing ➞ brothers best friend! yeosang x (fem)reader

Summary ➞ You tried to pay no mind to your brother’s friends and their flirty antics, but it always confused you when only one of them seemed disinterested in you. Even though you’d never admit it, he intrigued you—to the point where when you kissed drunkenly at party, you wanted more. And you were going to get it.

Genre ➞ enemies to lovers au, friends with benefits, party au, college au, smut, fluff, slight angst

Series Warnings/tags ➞ 18+, sex, drug use (weed), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, friends with benefits cycle, daddy issues, toxic friends, heavy drinking, lots of intimacy, yeosang is a meanie at first, San is a flirt, party, hookups, etc

Word count ➞ 3.6k

Taglist ➞ @atinywhore @ch0isa99ie @yeosangsbiceps @hongshines

Part 2

The smell of alcohol and the slight buzz of the music through the speakers filled your senses as you walked into the party. It was being held in someone’s huge apartment outside campus, and the only reason you were here was to get laid. 

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gas station donuts; jongho x reader

request: bee bunny bagel beloved!! i have come bearing ateez request since you said you wanted some hehe 👉🏼👈🏼 from ur prompt list what about 2 & 7 with jongho? (btw ur prompt list is SO cute what!! definitely not stealing that /j) hope ur day has been amazing ily (from @housewifehui)

prompts: 2. "It wouldn't kill you to smile" 7. "Is that my shirt?"

synopsis: you have a midnight craving, and you know just the reliable person who could get you what you wanted.

warnings: none

a/n: just a short blurb, kind of an open ending but i think it's nice! thank you for the request bb

word count: 4.5k

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There was a knock on your door. Your heart started racing, more and more the closer you got to the front door. Just to be sure, you looked through the peephole. It was him. You opened the door and there he was. Jongho's black hair was a slight mess - like he had tried to fix it but didn't have enough time.

"Hi.", you grinned.

"Here are your donuts.", he sighed and handed you a brown bag, "Could you tell me a bit earlier next time? I had just laid down in bed when you texted."

"Sorry, Jongho.", you snickered, "And thank you, I appreciate it. Do you want to come in?"

"As long as I get the comfortable spot on the couch.", he hummed, walked inside, and kicked off his shoes.

"You big baby.", you said and followed him inside.

You put the donuts on the coffee table and went to the kitchen to get two cups of tea. When you got back to your living room Jongho had made himself comfortable with a blanket on his favorite side of your couch.

"I made you tea.", you smiled and Jongho groaned in response, "Here you go."

He accepted the cup, his eyes traveling up and down your frame like he was inspecting you. After some time something seemed to click in his brain.

"Is that my shirt?", he questioned, "I thought it looked familiar."

"You forgot it here a few weeks ago.", you sat down.

"So you're a thief?", he smiled.

"It was on my property.", you shrugged, "And it's comfortable."

It was one of his hoodies. A grey one with some sort of print, you didn't look closely enough. It was warm, and it smelled like him, that's the only thing you really cared about.

"So... what kind of donuts did you get me?", you reached for the brown bag.

"The pink ones.", he answered, "And a powdered sugar one."

"You know me so well.", you giggled.

"They taste like shit, you know? You can get better ones at a real bakery instead of a gas station.", he sighed and started drinking the tea.

"But I like the gas station ones.", you said, "It's nostalgic."

Jongho was looking at you with a gaze you couldn't quite place. There was something about him that made you feel all warm and fuzzy. You leaned your head on the back of the couch. He was looking back at you, not smiling.

"It wouldn't kill you to smile.", you said.

"Why would I smile?", he scoffed, "You dragged me out of bed to get you bad donuts."

"They're not bad!", you gasped, "And I didn't force you to do anything!"

"You practically did!"

"I just asked if you could get me the donuts.", you pouted.

"Well, I can't say no to you!", he proclaimed.

You paused and looked at him, but eye contact seemed to be too much for you right now. Instead, you looked into the donut bag and pulled out a powdered one. To avoid having to say anything else, you bit down into the soft, fried, dough.

"You're making a mess.", Jongho sighed and sat up.

He leaned towards you and wiped his thumb over your cheek, right by the corner of your mouth. You grabbed his hand before he could pull it away.

"What did you mean by that?", you asked, "That you can't say no to me."

"It means what it means.", he shrugged and pulled his hands away.

You sighed and put the paper bag on the table again. It slouched, looking like a deflated balloon.

"Do you know why I like these donuts?", you asked.

"Why?"

"I was at that gas station when I had broken up with my ex.", you sighed, "He left me there, and I didn't have anything on me except for a bit of change. I used it on a payphone to call you, and you came just like that. I don't know why, but it had to be you."

Looking over at him, you noticed he was staring intently at you. He remembered, you knew he did.

"You went to get me, I was waiting in an aisle in the store.", you recalled, "And you found me. Instead of making a big deal out of it, you bought me donuts. You didn't say 'I told you so' or make me feel bad for waking you up in the middle of the night. We ate donuts together while you drove me home."

"You got powdered sugar all over my car.", he hummed.

"Jongho", you whispered, "Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you.", he admitted and grabbed your hand, "... why did you text me tonight?"

"Honestly?", you took a deep breath, "I just missed you... and I wanted donuts."

Jongho laughed and sat back in his comfortable place. The two of you looked at each other. There was a thickness in the air, but it wasn't suffocating - only surrounding. Warmth... love.

"Keep the hoodie.", he said suddenly, "You look nice in it."

"Thanks.", you smiled.

I love you. You wanted to say it so badly, but now just wasn't the time. Instead, you were just going to enjoy the moment. You could tell him another time.

and they were roommates!

Summary: Yunho doesn’t know how much longer he can hold back

Genre: Smut, a little plot, fluff

WC: 4.1k

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x fem! reader (though no specific pronouns are used)

Warnings: smut, reader is kind of a tease, unprotected sex, oral (male and fem receiving), spanking (idk man), dry humping, pet names (baby, pretty, pretty girl), marking, a bit of a size kink, big dick yunho

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Obsessive || kang yeosang || pt 4

Parts ➞ [one] [two] [three] [four]

Part 4

Summary ➞ You tried to pay no mind to your brother’s friends and their flirty antics, but it always confused you when only one of them seemed disinterested in you. Even though you’d never admit it, he intrigued you—to the point where when you kissed drunkenly at party, you wanted more. And you were going to get it.

Genre ➞ enemies to lovers au, friends with benefits, party au, college au, smut, fluff, slight angst

Warnings/tags ➞ 18+, sex, drug use (weed), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, friends with benefits cycle, daddy issues, toxic friends, heavy drinking, lots of intimacy, yeosang is a meanie at first, San is a flirt, party, hookups, etc

Word Count ➞ 6.3k

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Taglist ➞ @atinywhore @ch0isa99ie @theaufanartist @wubbster @knucklesdeepmingi @yeosangsbiceps @hongshines @whatudowhennooneseesyou @fightinganimal @bunnybini @admiringyeosang

You found yourself sitting at a mini-mart at midnight before finals. Yeosang was quiet, but you were somewhat sure his mind wasn't. 

He sat across from you on the outside bench, a soju in his hand and a banana ice-pop in the other. He sure had a thing for sweets. 

"What finals do you have tomorrow?" He asked, taking a gulp of the soju as he took a side glance at you. He looked beautiful under the artificial light that shined down on him, the blue and orange hues reflecting onto his soft-toned hair. You weren't even paying attention to his question at this point. It was the least of your worries. What worried you was that you wanted to know why it was so hard to not think about what he was thinking about. It was a bit redundant, and maybe you were overthinking about overthinking. "Um, y/n?"

"Huh? What?" you mumbled, turning your gaze to him. He looked captivating under the moonlight, and the artificial rusty-orange light reflected beautifully off his white t-shirt. It was a sweet night to enjoy with a lover, and you still weren't sure what to call him. You make love to him, but you aren't in love. You kiss, but it isn't because you love. You spend time with each other, but only for what? You were confused, and you knew what you were feeling after the look he gave you.

"Are you okay?" he asked you, and you weren't sure whether to answer him honestly or not. Did he really want to know? Was he interested in your well-being just like you were with him? Did he also want to kiss you because he wanted to and not just because of sexual attraction? Did he…want to know your favorite color? Your favorite song? Your favorite things to do?

After thinking critically about your answer to his simple question, you offered him a nod. "Yeah, I'm fine," you hummed, taking a sip of the banana milk you held. You caught yourself wondering if he wanted to know that it was your favorite drink?

He furrowed his eyebrows at you, leaning in a bit too close for comfort. You've been everywhere on his body. You've been involved with him from midterms to finals, and nothing has changed. He's done everything to you that no one else has. So why were you just suddenly aware of how beautiful he honestly was? "You don't look okay…" he trailed off, and he reached out to grab your chin in his hands. You still craved his heart and body, and even though it was your own idea to just have a sexual relationship with him, you wanted to take back your words.

"No, I'm okay, Yeo." You offered him a smile, but he knew you better than that. You let him hold you in public as if you were a couple. You let him ask you questions; you let him learn new things about you. Yet, you had no knowledge about him other than he found you hot and that he loves sweets. It shouldn't bother you to the extent that it does, and maybe it's just proof for you to get over this and break yourself out of it.

He took a second to process your answer. He peered into your worrisome eyes with an apprehensive gaze and a hesitating hand. "Why? What's the matter?" He softly spoke, and he seemed to care about you. Much more than just physical, but your disruptive thoughts never let you realize it.

"I…" you trailed off, unsure how you wanted to go about your feelings. After all this time, you have never spoken to him deeply. You weren't sure how to go about it, and crossing that line seemed more like a jump than a step. Feeling like saying something would ruin all you had, you should be grateful for what you had, even if it was only a piece of the puzzle.

As you hesitated, you watched his worried look turn into a smile. His hand grazed yours, interlocking your fingers together. You weren't sure how to process this, but you took it as it came, and you felt his pulse within his palm. "Let's go." he hummed, taking the last bite of his ice pop with a wince. He stood up now, you by his side while he gripped your hand and his soju bottle in the other. You didn't question where he would take you, and you just let it happen.

Is this how you fall in love? Is this tightness in your chest supposed to hurt? Were you supposed to feel dizzy when he touched you? Was it supposed to hurt this bad?

You let him take you to the bus stop with a skip in his step. It was nice to see him happy, and maybe you should allow yourself to smile even if you weren't okay. You valued his feelings over your own.

You both couldn't drive, so the bus was the last resort. How romantic would it have been if he could drive you to the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night? How would it feel to be kissed with only the intent of expressing love and not lust? What makes it so different?

You sat quietly at the stop, your hand still laced in his. Maybe he was a bit drunk off of the soju, and perhaps you were too drunk off love, but it didn't even strike you that it was much too late for a bus to run. After a bit of time just sitting in each other's company, he stood up abruptly. "Fuck, I forgot it was midnight." He scoffed playfully and looked down at you as if it were a dream. His eyes were sparkling, and you could've sworn it was only for you. "We can walk."

Once again, he let out his hand for you to grab. You stared at it for a moment too long, but eventually, you held onto it, and he pulled you into his chest, a drunken giggle escaping his lips. "Oops." he smiled gloriously, and you couldn't help but gulp anxiously. His other hand held you by your waist, and it took everything in you to back away from him. 

After a moment, you were walking down the street hand in hand. He swayed it a bit, and you furrowed your eyebrows as you thought about if he felt this feeling too. Why were you so afraid of saying something, even if it was wrong? 

You grabbed the soju bottle out of his other hand and gulped it as you walked down the abandoned sidewalk. You had no idea where you were, especially since you weren't from Seoul. His eyes widened as you drank the liquor, but his smile was still evident. "Damn, baby."

Goddammit. Your heart pounded at the pet name, and your fingers tightened around his in reaction. You took another big sip, hoping to just feel a bit tipsy. You laughed it off as you took the last drop, and you turned a corner to walk up a long, steep hill.

"Stressed about finals, hm?" He wondered aloud, and you didn't have the courage to tell him you were stressing about him. It was hard to breathe as you tried to figure him out.

You nodded, but you were barely listening to him. You started to feel your body warm up from the toxin alcohol, and your legs lightened as you made your way up the hill. The warm spring air hit you in a slight gust of wind, and the sweet smell of flowers delighted your senses. Your nose twitched, and your eyes were trained on your sneakers as your feet moved without thought.

He didn't say anything after that. He kept his pace even with yours, even if you were walking slow. Once you reached the top of the hill, there was a blooming tree with a bench underneath, almost like a scene from a movie. You weren't sure how this would end, but shouldn't you enjoy it rather than worry? You believed it was the alcohol kicking in when you finally dared to look into his dark eyes.

"How cute." you smiled at the tree and then looked back to Yeosang, and you saw a bit of clarity. You made your way to the bench. It was covered in soft pink petals, and it was a bit worn in, but it made it better. You sat down, the tingle in your chest replaced with warmth. It was time for a distraction from the negatives. So what if you didn't end up with him? At least you have him now.

"Isn't it?" He sat down next to you with a smile. You were obsessed with how he could simply sneak into your heart, and doing things like this made you a mess of emotions. You looked out toward the city, high enough to see the lights along the Han river. His hand rested on top of your thigh, and you let out a sigh as you watched a plane fly over the lit-up city. It reminded you of a shooting star, and maybe you just wished it was so you could make your wish come true.

A bit of time passed, but you didn't even process it. Just being next to him made your heart happy, and you rested your head on his shoulder. He stiffened up at your contact but let loose a bit after a few seconds. You wondered if he felt it too once again, and the only way you would ever find out is if you bring it up.

"What's your favorite color?" you asked him softly, the taste of grape soju still prominent on your tongue. It seemed trivial, but you knew the deeper meaning of that question.

He laughed a bit, and you shook along with his shoulders. "Black," he spoke simply, and you looked up at him slightly. You noticed his beautiful birthmark on the side of his face, and you wanted to lean up and kiss it. You didn't, and you brought your gaze back to the horizon. He was still prettier than it.

You offered no response in hopes of him asking you about yours. You looked down at his hand that held your thigh when he didn't. 

"Do you like sunsets or sunrises?"

He hesitated but answered smoothly. "Sunrises."

You smirked a bit, hiding your emotions. "I pegged you as a sunset guy."

He shook his head but then rested it on top of yours. "I think sunrises are more romantic than sunsets," he nearly whispered, low and deep. "I just think about waking up to someone…and maybe eating breakfast and watching the sunrise together. Maybe a cat or two." He chuckled, but you frowned. This was a new side of him for sure, and this is what you wanted. But you also wanted him to ask you about what you thought.

"A cat or two?" you sighed, but you wondered if he thought about you in his future like that. "So you're a romantic?"

He laughed at that too, maybe nervously. You couldn't tell. "Well, yeah. But I don't know what I want, really."

"You just said you wanted to watch the sunrise with someone while eating breakfast with a cat or two." you stuttered a bit, not moving your head off his shoulder. You kept your eyes on the horizon and your hand on top of his. "It seems like that's what you want your future to be," you spoke out, your grip on his hand loosened slightly.

He stayed silent for a moment, yet he didn't ask you how you felt.

You sighed. "What's your favorite season?"

"What's with all the questions?" He asked you a bit abruptly. Your heart began to crumble at his tone. Still, maybe you were a bit too concerned about other things than to notice his vulnerability. 

"I just…" you trailed off, picking your head off his shoulder. You sat close as his birthmark stood out from his tanned skin. You wanted to kiss him again, but you held back from your desires. "I want to get to know you."

He stared at you blankly, and you didn't notice the slight hesitation in his eyes. He didn't act on his desires either, and he kept his gaze in your eyes without a break. 

"Why?" He scoffed a bit, a frown on his face. "There's nothing special about me."

You wanted to laugh at that. You kept your emotions in check, but you couldn't hold back your words. "Well, I wouldn't know since I have no idea who you are. You also know nothing about me."

"What do you mean? I know who you are—"

"Yeosang." you tilted your body towards him now. You were a bit tipsy from the gulps of soju, so you had just enough courage to ruin the moment. "What's my favorite color?"

He didn't have an answer. The look on his face seemed like he was hurt, but you kept going.

"What do I like better? Sunsets? Sunrises? The moonlight? Do I like to read? What is my favorite food?"

He was silent. Too quiet. It looked like he wanted to cry, but he clenched his jaw as you bled into his soul. 

You stood up then and walked over to the railing as you barely held yourself together. You weren't sure why you cared so much; it didn't make any sense. You were the one who wanted this, so stick with it. 

You didn't pry about anything after that. You felt his stare at the back of your head, but you didn't turn around to meet it. "Just ignore that rant." you groaned, tossing your head back in irritation.

"I can't tell what you're thinking," He murmured quietly, and you heard him sigh as he stood up. Now, he came up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to turn you towards him. His hands slipped up the side of your shirt, but you weren't sure if that was intended or an accident. His touch was cold, but his gaze was sweet. Maybe just as sweet as the banana pops he loved so much. "But if something is bothering you, just tell me."

He looked into your eyes. There it was again—that sparkle. Your image is reflected back to you through his eyes as if it were a mirror showing how he sees you. You didn't answer him. In fact, you didn't have an answer anyway. You just nodded, your heart feeling heavy as if whatever you had was ending.

After a few moments, his gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips. His hands now slid down to your clothed hip, and he tightly grabbed onto them as if he was afraid to let you go. His eyes bounced from your lips, nose, and eyes again. He wanted you. He needed you. He was obsessed with you. But in what way? You knew the answer, but just like how obsession worked, you wanted more.

You pressed your lips to his. He stood still, and his mouth moved slowly across yours, and he breathlessly kissed you back with slight desperation. His touch felt warm now, and the grip he had on your hips disappeared as his hands now found their way to cradle your face gently. He tasted sweet—it was pretty fitting for him. You always wondered what he tasted like. What he would kiss like. However, this kiss was the first time you felt as if he loved you.

He pulled back for a moment, the soft pink petals falling through the air around him like raindrops. Maybe they were.

You felt the cold sprinkle of rain then, and the flower petals now mixed with the rain as if it were one. You rested your forehead against Yeosang's, his hands still holding onto your face like you were the most precious thing to him. He smiled as the rain fell through the tight space between you both, and you couldn't help but smile too.

He pulled you in again, his one hand now resting on the back of your soaking-wet hair. It was magical. You wondered if he was thinking about how you tasted and if he could feel your heartbeat against his own chest. Were your hearts beating at the same rhythm? Did his beat for you?

Something changed in the air. Maybe it was your last kiss. Maybe it was a goodbye. You weren't quite sure, but you also had no idea what you were to each other. 

Maybe there was a reason for it.

That same night was the last night you shared the same sheets.

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It ended like nothing happened. You distanced yourself from him for the sake of your own heart and because you wanted to be the one eating breakfast with him and watching the sunrise. You were scared, though, and you worried that you weren't the one he was imagining. If you were, then he should have said that then. He should have asked about your favorite color. There were many things you both should have done, and maybe it was the immaturity you both harbored with your lack of experience with love.

Nothing was set in stone though, and you were sure that Yeosang just thought you were caught up with your finals. From all he knows, you guys were still together, in whatever way that was anyway.

"What's wrong with you?" Your brother grumbled as he sat next to you in the library. You had your head down into your textbook, trying to cram the last bit of information for your last final. The problem was that your mind was filled with other things.

“Nothing, just you sitting here.” you joked with him, but he was able to see through you easily.

“Y/n, I’m not dumb.” you brought your gaze to him now, worried that he may have figured out your fling with Yeosang. With a knowing smirk, he leaned up on his elbows. “You’re seeing San, aren't you?” he chuckled childishly, and you couldn't help but scoff.

You shut your textbook aggressively. “What made you think that?”

He shrugged, sitting back up straight as you packed your things in your bag. “Come on, I know you've been sneaking into the apartment and the only one ever home is San. Yeosang is always out fucking some girl or something.” He had it all wrong, but you wondered what Mingi would think if he knew you were the one Yeosang was with.

“Actually…” you stopped before you said anything rash. “What if I said I was with Yeosang instead of San?” you acted like you were joking, and mingi took the bait with a chuckle.

“Stop lying, that's a funny joke.” He hit you playfully. You weren't sure how to take that, but you kept your face serious although there was no way he would believe you. You didn't deny anything, but he changed the subject pretty quickly.

Would there be a problem if it was Yeosang? Why did he think you were joking?

“Did you finish your finals?” You asked him as you took a bite of your snack, you weren't even sure what it was, but it was the only thing left in the library’s vending machine and at least it was edible. The day was almost over, and you haven't seen Yeosang alone in days.

It was the last day of finals though. You had already begun to pack up the pile of clothes you had in your apartment, and you were a bit glad you didn't have much baggage. Physically, at least.

“Yeah, I’m all done. Just waiting for you so we can go home together.”

Oh. Home. You haven't really thought about going back to your home, which wasn't all that far from seoul. It was the fact that you had to get up and leave whatever type of relationship you had with Yeosang.

“I'll be done tomorrow morning.” You felt your phone buzz, and you knew who it was. “Can you do me a favor and get my bags from my apartment? I don't really want to spend my last night here in that shithole.”

Mingi tilted his head as if he was trying to figure you out. You were twins, he had some feeling with how you were acting, but didn't pry. “Okay, will your shitty roommate be there?”

You shrugged as you stood up from your seat. “Who knows. She might have gone home already.”

He nodded, and he followed you out of the library and into the warm sunny air. It was beginning to get scorching outside as the April rain turned to May's sunshine. You smiled up to the clear sky in hopes of clearing your mind. You waved him goodbye as he went on his way to your apartment, and you made your way to the dining hall for something to eat for lunch before your last final.

Just as you turned around a corner, You almost ran into a boy and nearly dropped your phone onto the ground. Lucky for you, but his phone wasn't so lucky. 

You reached down to grab the phone. “Jeez, I’m so sorry—”

“Y/N?” His voice was soft and deep, but you didn't recognize who it was until you came eye to eye. “You told me to wait for you and I ended up going home alone. You're a heartbreaker, aren't you?”

Seonghwa. His hair was as dark as ever and his smile was just as bright as his eyes. He looked at you with a playful glance and a tilt of his head. 

“Seonghwa.” You breathed out, awkwardly rubbing your elbow as he took his phone from your hands. “I’m sorry about that, I was a bit drunk and—”

“Hey Hey,” He chuckled, taking a step closer to you with a smile. His hand reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Don't apologize, it's all in the past.”

You let out a sigh of relief and allowed yourself to stare into his eyes. He was insanely close to you, and you weren't sure if you wanted to tell him you had a boyfriend or not. You honestly didn't, so what excuse do you have? You couldn't lie though, he was extremely attractive, but you couldn't help but think about Yeosang’s eyes as you peered through Seonghwa’s.

“There's a party tonight at mine,” His hand caressed your cheek now, and you were too captivated by him to notice someone coming up from behind you. “It’s a going away thing, so bring whoever you want.”

“Seonghwa.” A deep voice rumbled behind you, and you felt the familiar embrace of your “lover.” Yeosang wrapped his arms around your stomach tightly and leaned his head onto your shoulder as he spoke to the older boy. “What are you doing with my girlfriend?”

Girlfriend?!

Seonghwa took a step back with a smirk, and nodded his head as he tried to process it all. “Oh? I wasn't aware you two were dating?” He smiled at you, noticing your confused expression. He remained respectful though, and offered you some space. “My bad, I was just inviting her to my party tonight.”

Yeosang’s eyebrows furrowed. “Party?”

“You're welcome to come.” He smiled kindly, but gave you a flirtatious gaze. “Go out with a bang, right?”

You watched Seonghwa walk away after that, and once he was out of view, you wiggled out of Yeosang’s embrace sharply.

“What are you doing? Girlfriend?” You laughed painfully, stuffing your phone into your back pocket of your jean shorts while he stared at you with a frown. “I don't remember ever being your girlfriend.”

He took a second to respond. He looked beautiful though, you couldn't deny it. His hair was fluffy from the humidity and his birthmark highlighted his gorgeous brown irises. God, you couldn't get enough of him. You didn't want anyone other than him. “I didn't know how else to say it.” He spoke softly, and it killed you to be upset.

“Dammit Yeo,” You groaned, taking a step closer to him. The sun was beating down on you while your anger boiled your mind.”What does that even mean? Does that mean you want me to be your girlfriend?”

He was silent. You took that as a no.

“That’s it. I’m leaving. Take care of yourself, okay?” You sighed, not feeling the argument over something so trivial.

As you took a few steps away from the man you wanted to call yours, you heard the words you never would have imagined.

“I’m not good enough for you, Y/N.” He whispered, looking down at his feet. You felt the vulnerability seep through those words, and it was enough to make you stop in your tracks. “I should've just ended it before it started—”

“Before what? The sex?” You turned around to face him, but he was unable to meet your gaze. “Yeah, maybe that would've been a good idea—”

“No.” He shook his head with a grimace and approached you slowly. “No, I mean before that. I should've stopped it once I met you.”

You were confused. What did he mean, once he met you? “Wait what—”

“I mean that I fell for you the minute I saw you goddammit.” He groaned. “And no, I don't want what we have to just sex. I want you to be the one sitting at the table in the morning with me. I want to wake up next to you every day and fall asleep next to you every night.”

You froze. You wondered why he couldn't tell you all of this before, and the past few days have killed your self esteem. You had to acknowledge that it wasn't just his fault though, and you had a major role in the miscommunication,

His face was flushed as he brought his gaze up to your eyes. You saw enough. You saw the tremor in his hand and the sparkle in his eye. You knew it, and you knew what your heart wanted. Whatever this feeling is, you were going to let it blossom until it bloomed. “Yeo…”

You didn't care where you were. You might've been in the middle of campus under the shade of a few large trees, but the sun was strong enough to break through the tension. It hit him in the face, cascading him in golden rays while he stared into your soul. You didn't care where this moment would lead you, but you crossed the distance between you two and grabbed onto his face.

“So are you trying to tell me you like me?” You whispered. “Why didn't you care to ask the questions though?”

He frowned as he thought about what you meant, but the minute he realized it, he smiled at you—a smile that sent butterflies flying around your stomach. “Because I want it to happen on its own. I want everything to fall into place, y/n.”

“So you weren't being dismissive?”

“Well, I was. But it was because I wasn't sure that you wanted me the way I wanted you.” He blushed a bit under your embrace, and you looked into his eyes deeply.

You took a second for yourself before you acted on your heart. “So what you're saying is—”

“For fuck’s sake Y/N just kiss me already.” He growled, gripping the back of your head and pulling your lips to his. You felt your heart nearly beat out of your chest, feeling the ache throughout your whole body. You fell into him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing through your teeth to explore your mouth. You wanted to deepen it even more, but you remembered you were out in public.

“Let’s go.” You moaned into his mouth, and pulled away to grab his hand. He followed you obediently like some kind of dog until you made your way into the apartment building. The door was locked, and you prayed that no one was home. You had a bit of a window of time until Mingi came back with your things, and you stumbled into the dark apartment without a care to flip on the lights. You were surprised when Yeosang slammed your back into the door to shut it, and he gripped your ass to lift you up to his body.

You gasped as his lips met the crook of your neck, and he walked you into his bedroom.

He tossed you onto the bed, but it was gentle. His hands slowly let go of you and he straddled you with a look of love on his sharp features. His ears were bright red and his mouth was parted, and you couldn't get enough of him. He slowly slid off your top from above you, and your breaths intertwined as he came face to face with your bare skin. His breathing sped up while he leaned down to take your nipple into his mouth, and his left hand came up to cradle the other. You moaned as he claimed you with his lips, and you wanted to tell him all the things you wanted him to do to you.

After you tossed each other’s clothes off, he took a second to admire you. You wanted sex, of course, but what you wanted the most was to feel his love, his touch, his mind. You wanted to take care of him when he was sick, and wanted to make sure he was okay after a nightmare. This is how you fall in love, right?

He made love to you then. Real love. His heart pounded against your chest as he pushed himself in and out of you. You gripped onto his shoulder blades as he fucked you, your fingernails leaving crescent-shaped moons into his skin. His touch was like a flame, and you wanted to be burned. 

He moaned as he came into you, falling onto your chest with a sigh and unable to breathe. The room was stuffy and it smelled hot like sex, but for some reason it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

After a few moments of enjoying each other’s company, you ran a hand through his smooth brown hair. He smiled and you couldn't help but blush at his expression. He was facing you on his side, your legs tangled together in bliss. 

“Want to get a shower with me?” He whispered so softly that it was almost hard to hear him. His cheeks were still flushed from it all, but his sweet smile was hard to ignore. 

You didn't need to say anything. You softly kissed him though, and he smiled widely into it. It was as if he wanted to cry, he wrapped his arms tightly around you as you shared the space. You broke all the barriers that kept you apart. Well , there were two more walls yet to burst down, and you were sure you'd be fine after the aftermath. 

You followed him out of the room and towards the shower, totally naked and vulnerable. It was quiet, and you thanked the lord that no one was home. You entered the bathroom with a shy smile as he turned the water on. He didn't bother turning on the lights though, as the thin window above the tub let in an ambient amount of light.

“Come here.” He hummed, beckoning you to come closer with a flick of his finger. Your core pulsed at the gesture, and you almost wanted to hide your face in embarrassment.

The steam of the hot shower filled up the room, making it harder to breathe than it already was. You kind of liked how it felt though, and the minute Yeosang pulled you under the water was the minute you knew you were a goner.

His hot breath met your neck, and he kissed you there and began to trail down your body. You gasped as he kissed down your stomach and down your thighs until he was kneeling before you like a sinner at church. You gripped his wet hair tightly as his mouth met your heat, and you let out a moan as his tongue entered you forcibly. He slowly moved his tongue around you, making sure to hit every spot he needed to. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you couldn't get enough of it. You were obsessed with his body and his soul, and finally, you knew he was obsessed with you.

He stood up slowly, his hands sliding up your body as he reached his full height. There was something about how dangerous he looked in the moment, and what was even more interesting was the way he looked innocent at the same time. His eyes were focused on yours without any distraction, and he pushed you up against the wall with your back to his. He whispered something in your ear, but you were too far gone to hear what he was saying. He slammed into you without warning though, and you let out a groan of pain and pleasure and he rhythmically moved into you as the water hit you like flower petals of a tree. 

The sound of the water eased your mind, as well as the sounds of his grunts. He rested his head on your shoulder as he pumped into you, giving the base of your neck kisses. You wanted to fall to your knees for this man, but he has already shown you that he would do anything for you. He gripped your hair sharply and caused you to gasp as his other hand gripped onto your waist.

No words were spoken. He admired your body with his gaze and his touch while you let him ravish every part of you. You were too busy being lost in his trance to hear him whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and you let yourself reach your high as he reached his.

He moaned as he came, and emptied himself into you with breathlessness. You pushed your head against the cold shower wall as he pulled himself out of you, and then you turned around to pull him into an embrace. There was so much that you wanted to say, but he just smiled at you so sweetly as if it said a thousand words. 

And your kiss was everything that you didn't say.

—

You managed to escape the bathroom before Mingi came home, but the minute you got back into Yeosang’s room, Mingi entered the apartment with a sigh as he lugged in your luggage. “Hello? Anyone home?” He yelled out, and you hurriedly rushed to put on your clothes while Yeosang looked like a deer in headlights.

“The door was open…”Mingi furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and you paced the room not knowing what to do. You tried to stay as quiet as you could, but you knew you were fucked. At this point you would rather Mingi find out straight from you rather than someone else.

As you made your way to the door, Yeosang grabbed your arm sharply. “What are you doing?” He hissed out quietly, resembling a cat. 

You smiled at him with a shrug. “Leaving everything behind.”

You opened the door then, and caught your brother’s attention immediately. He was too focused on setting your luggage nicely on the floor to know it was you. “Is that you hyung? I hope you don't mind but my sister is going to say here–”

“I wouldn't mind at all.” Yeo chuckled as he emerged from the room from behind you, making Mingi look up with confusion until he came face to face with you. Yeosang was only covered with a towel around his waist and you were drowning in his oversized shirt and a pair of his underwear. You looked like quite the pair, that is until Mingi opened his mouth.

“So uhh….are you two a thing?” He looked back and forth between you two, and your drenched hair and Yeosang’s state gave it all away.

“Duh. I even told you earlier but you didn't believe me.” You scoffed and Yeo’s eyes widened, but mingi looked surprisingly entertained.

He smirked at you both, and stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well I'll be damned. I could've sworn it was San because of how much he’s all over you—”

“He’s all over you?” Yeosang growled a bit, taking a step closer to you. Mingi couldn't hide his happiness at Yeo’s jealousy and neither could you. “Still?”

“No, he hasn't tried anything with me for a while.” you turned around to face your lover. “Plus, he’s just a flirt. He means well.”

“Yeah, right.” Yeosang scoffed and tightened the towel around his thin waist while Mingi stood with a knowing smile.

“Anyway,” you looked back over to your brother. “I thought you’d be mad at me for dating your friend.” You pestered, to which mingi scoffed at that.

“Are you kidding? At least I know he’s going to treat you well. I’d be more scared if you were dating Wooyoung to be honest. At least Yeosang can keep his dick in his pants.”

You let out a chuckle at that, and everything felt stable for once. Everything except the fact that you forgot about your last final. At this point, you weren't even mad. Your obsession with Yeosang ran deep. Deep enough for you to forget about your future and only care about having him in your present. Oh well, you were going to enjoy every last moment with your “boyfriend”, even if all he was supposed to be was a fling. Still though, you were a bit mad that you missed your final.

“Dammit... Kang Yeosang, I'm going to kill you.”

hold fast together (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: fourth installment in the husbands series; you want more, you want a family, but it’s never quite that simple part one: room for three || part two: and if i stay || part three: their gift

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // this is just all the husbands yunhwa angst, fluff, smut, love, all of it. check the warnings before you read though!

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, married!yunhwa, established yunhwa x reader relationship, mmf, fertility issues, period talk, conception talk, stress and angst over conceiving, mention of adoption, brief mention of parental disapproval of reader’s relationship with yunhwa, but then on a lighter note….  praise, degredation/humilitation, reference to bdsm collar, use of puppy but not pet play this time, rough foreplay, rough sex, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), face riding, cum eating, cumshots, creampie, heavy handed breeding kink obviously, hard dom hwa and use of sir, hard dom yunho and use of daddy, anal play (m receiving), gratuitous use of good girl, sweet girl, pretty girl, slut, etc., spanking/impact play….. anyways this one starts off emo and then gets into filthy breeding kink that very few people asked for but HEY here we are - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 12K

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