Something There Pt. 4

something there pt. 4

minors do not interact! 18+ only!

pairing: assassin!mingi x assassin trainee!reader (gender not specified but reader is presumed to have a vagina)

part one: here!

part two: here!

part three: here!

theme: smut! crack for a second if you squint, fluff? a less angst in this

word count: 5.5k

cw: SMUT!! no specific terms are used but description of oral (reader receiving) is describe with a vagina, use of pet names (baby), praise, soft sex!, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap!) but reader is on hearth control, mingi being soft dom (ish), i think swearing (let me know if i missed anything!)

lowercase intended!

a/n: so so so sorry for the late update: this is kinda rushed so i'll def me going back in and editing later this week! part 5 is coming but it might take some time! school has been eating me up : but please enjoy!!! as always, feedback & comments are always appreciated !!

enjoy 🩵🩵 !!

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white. bright white, blinding lights that pierced through the thin skin of your eyelids, your throat emitting a small groan at the light.

you lifted your arm, bringing it up to shield your eyes, rubbing between your brows. 

your arm felt like it weighed a ton, another groan coming from you.

but the light suddenly disappeared, shadow casting over your face.

you let your arm fall, blinking your rested eyes open and looking at the cause of the shadow.

a man with soft cheeks and smiling eyes beamed down at you. the black haired man resembled a puppy, looking far too happy.

“hi!” he chirped, still shielding the light, “i’m yunho!”

you nodded, slowly propping yourself up on your arms, which shook under your weight.

“woah- hey, alright!” the man, yunho, was quick to help you, adjusting your pillow as well, leading you up and back to rest against the headrest of the bed.

“where am i?” you quite literally croaked, clearing your throat and rubbing your eyes- which had finally adjusted to the light of the room.

“in the hospital wing, at the compound.” yunho had walked off now, rustling over at the counters.

“you’ve been out for two days now.” you blinked after he told you, rubbing your eyes again.

when you looked at him again, he handed you a glass of orange juice, as well as three pills.

you took them, looking at him in suspicion.

“they'll pick you up.” he assured, to which you shrugged, tossing the pills back and chasing them with the juice.

“you’ll need a week or so more to fully heal, but you’re good to walk around.” you watched yunho send a text, making himself comfortable by sitting on the bed beside you.

“oh. okay, thanks. is- is hongjoong upset?” you voice was small.

yunho looked at you, and smiled. he shook his head.

“you did a good job, we got the file! he just wants you to heal, alright?” yunho patted your shoulder.

you nodded hesitantly.

rather suddenly, the wing doors shot open, a dirty-looking mingi running in.

he ran up to your bed, panting, stopping further than you hoped.

“hey,” he spoke through heavy breaths.

he was beyond happy to see that you were okay- that you were alive. he hadn’t slept, and you could see that from the bags under his eyes. 

your heart clenched as you took in the state of him.

his face was coated in what looked like a mix of ash and dirt, a cut across his left cheek bone was bleeding, his hair and clothes in a similar state of disheveledness- he had clearly just returned from a mission.  

his eyes were glossed over, lips parted and glossy and letting out heavy huffs.

“hi,” you finally said, meeting his eyes.

yunho glanced between you two.

“ar- i’m glad you- you’re up.” he finally came to his senses, nodding. “hongjoong said good job for the mission. you did good.”

you nodded, and now you were the speechless one.

“why- why’re you going on missions already? i was only out for two days.” you looked away from his eyes, taking in- again- the state of his clothes.

maybe you were just making conversation, but mingi still basked in the way that you were almost worrying about him.

“oh, hongjoong just- the- it was an emergency mission.” he watched you watch him, not wanting to look away.

“oh.” you said, “just be- you should be careful, i don’t want you to- or, i mean, i think a lot of people don’t want you to get hurt, or something..” you stuttered helplessly, and mingi almost smiled.

his heart thumped loud in his ears. did you care about him, or was he delusional?

“this is hard to watch.” yunho muttered, making both you and mingi look at him.

“i’m heading out.. mingi, show y/n to a room. i’ll let you sort whatever this is out.” the older man shook his head, leaving the wing.

you and mingi wanted yunho leave. and then, as expected, silence.

you didn’t look at him again, but he looked at you.

he always looked at you.

“uh, you can take any room you want really, um, unless it’s on the 3rd floor, those are all taken.” mingi informed you.

you nodded, looking at your hands in your lap.

“you’ll be alone here, for the most part, the guys and i are all going out for targets most days, but i’ll- we’ll stop by when we can.” he adjusted his vest.

again, you nodded, no other words exchanged.

“i’m glad you’re okay.” he spoke so fast, you barely understood him. but he was out of the door before you could ask him anything further.

‘he’s glad i’m okay.’ you thought to yourself, fighting a huge smile.

mingi, on the other side of the door, bit his lip, trying to contain the equally huge smile gracing his lips.

“mingi, we’re heading out.” hongjoong’s voice scratched into his earpiece, and mingi shook himself out of his schoolboy mindset.

pressing down on the tech, he answered, “coming,” and jogged away.

not long after mingi had gone, you heard the muffled noise of a helicopter taking off, leaving you and your thoughts.

you only got out of bed a few minutes later, venturing around the compound, which was smaller than you thought, considering it had a whole hospital wing.

either way, it was a lovely house. lots of food, a cinema room, and you found yourself comfortable in one of the rooms on the second floor.

you couldn’t help but notice the slight mess around the compound, and decided to busy yourself cleaning that.

and did you ever clean.

originally a one-day plan, the project stretched over three days.

it was never terribly messy to begin with, but you cleaned as if it was, and left the compound literally spotless.

spotless as in under the couch, in the fridge, every sill, edge, crook and cranny that was around the house, leaving no place untouched. you cleaned all 4 guest rooms, all 6 bathrooms, the pool, you mowed the lawn and clipped the hedges. you even cleaned on top of the fridge.

it was the same routine everyday: wake up, eat frosted flakes and an apple, clean, order in lunch, clean, order in dinner, clean, eat ice cream, fall asleep in the cinema room. repeat.

you didn't sleep in the room assigned to you- it smelt too new, it felt cold and unwelcoming. like a hospital room.

so you opted instead to fall asleep to the smell of popcorn and the quiet buzz of a marvel movie.

on the third day, you conquered the bedrooms.

you did feel invasive, so you made sure to do a general clean, not touch anything personal or go into any drawers. each room had a nametag on the door, which you found adorable, and helpful.

you left mingi’s room for last, not really sure why you did, it was just instinct.

you pushed the door open, immediately being hit with the smell of his cologne. your muscles tensed, but not in a bad way. you made your way in, looking around his abode.

his bed was unkempt, a dark blue polka-dotted duvet thrown messily over the mattress wrapped in oddly plaid sheets, matched with floral pillows. you laughed a bit, wondering what was up with his strange choice of bedding, but shook your head, and collected laundry to clean.

you noticed the way his clothes were strewn everywhere, his floor had more clothes than his closet and dresser. 

the walls were not decorated much, apart from some shelves with a couple books and plants, which you assumed were fake. you pulled open the long curtains from the window, light finally filling the room. along the window sill you noticed pictures of him and another boy who looked older than him.

‘a brother,’ you assumed, smiling.

the other pictures were one of him with his mom, another with the whole group, and you only recognized yunho and hongjoong, studying the faces of the others as well. you finally put the pictures down, feeling pleased to know that he did have some personality to him after all.

and, against your better judgment, you put the laundry basket down, deciding to look around a bit more.

you inspected all of his clothes, noticing they weren’t plain, boring clothes like you expected, but nice pieces.

he had a genuine sense of style- a smile fought its way onto your lips, making you hold up and look closer at his clothes.

if you had to raid anyone's closet, it would be his.

shaking your head, you tossed the dirty clothes into the laundry basket, jogging out of the room and to the laundry room.

it was strange, the odd connection you felt to his room. the weird magnetism  you felt pull you to his room, tempted to stay in there, taking in his comforting smell.

‘ew. creepy, y/n.’ you shuddered at your own thoughts.

after running the cycles of clothes, you walked back to mingi’s room reluctantly, picking up trash, cleaning the window and mirror he had hung up. you replaced the mismatched sheets with coordinated blue ones, which were all varying shades of the color.

eventually, his room was clean but still homey, and you slipped out to finish the laundry.

thankfully, you had kept all the clothes separated, so you knew which clothes belonged in which room.

and again, after folding and returning the clothes to the right rooms, you left mingi’s room for last.

for a reason you couldn’t explain, you spent longer in his room, putting his clothes away with more care, hanging up his hoodies with a gentleness, making sure his shirts had no creases.

when you were done, you sat back on his bed, admiring your work.

the whole compound was finally clean, no dirtiness left in sight.

except you.

you had slightly forgotten to change out of the shirt and sweats you woke up in (you weren’t sure who changed you, but you ignored the fact for that moment), and you were filthy.

the final challenge was to clean yourself off.

you made your way down to the first floor, stopping by the hospital wing to grab a new bandage for your wound, and then to your room, where you stripped down in the openness of your own room, knowing no one else was home, and walking into the washroom, stepping into the shower.

managing to find a razor, face cleanser, body wash, and everything you might need for a shower, you stepped into the hot water.

you gave yourself an everything shower, shaving yourself down, scrubbing every joint and inch of your skin, deeply washing your hair, conditioning thoroughly, the whole ordeal.

you were careful around your wound, which had a waterproof bandage on it. you planned to clean and change that

when you finally stepped out, you felt cleaner than ever, patting yourself down and massaging lotion into your skin. you carefully peeled off the bandage on your abdomen, wincing at the wound, which was definitely healing, and very carefully cleaned over it with iodine and alcohol, placing the new bandaid securely over it.

tying your hair back, you finished smoothing lotion over the expanse of your skin, tapping yourself dry with the towel and securing it over yourself to stay concealed.

but then it hit you- you had no new clothes.

with a frown, you ventured out of your room in only your towel, padding upstairs, leaving wet footprints behind you.

it wouldn’t hurt to borrow mingi’s clothes, right?

right.

besides, he wasn’t here.

he wouldn’t know.

it would be washed and put away by the time he returned- whenever that might be.

so, that being said, you confidently sauntered into his room, pulling his closet open and shuffling around for some basketball shorts and a hoodie, which you found.

you smiled a little- this felt natural. going through his clothes to find something to wear instead of wearing your own clothes.

your smile grew at your delusions, imagining him getting all pouty and upset about you taking his clothes, but he would secretly love the way they hung off your frame, and preferred to see them on you than him.

your smile fell.

what the hell were you thinking?

you shook your head, covering your face.

“don’t be stupid, y/n.” you muttered.

you let your towel fall, pulling on mingi’s large clothes, adjusting the waist band of the shorts, and pulling the hoodie up over your head.

you let out a sigh, feeling finally clean and accomplished.

your next plan was to return to your room, or the cinema room.

…but did you really have to?

mingi’s bed was right there.

you slinked your way over, sitting on the clean, soft sheets.

and his room smelled just like him.

you slowly lifted the covers, slipping under them.

and it would be back for your back if you fell asleep half-sitting again, right?

tugging the covers up to your nose, you let out a yawn.

he wouldn’t mind- let alone know.

eyes becoming heavy, you blinked slowly, shuffling to get comfy.

this was good. this felt comfy. this felt like mingi.

another yawn broke across your face, your eyes staying shut.

he wouldn’t know. it’s fine.

before realizing, you had drifted into a deep sleep, your breaths slowing and your body relaxing after 3 days of hard work.

~~

you woke up in the same bed, a smile gently gracing your lips. the smell was nice. the smell of mingi.

a slight groan fell from your lips as you stretched, rubbing your eyes before opening them, lifting your head a bit, ensuring you were still in mingi’s room.

you were, indeed.

and nothing had changed. the cleanliness, the soft touch of the duvet, the feel of mingi’s clothes on your form.

you sat up, stretching your arms up again.

you glanced out of the open windows, which were uncovered by curtains, and saw the moon high in the sky, rain falling heavy and hard against the window- you had slept longer than intended.

but the sound of the rain was nice. just perfect silence. 

complete solitude.

and then you saw it.

despite your vision being blurry with sleep, you saw it.

a person, coming into the room.

feeling against the wall and flicking on the light.

you screamed bloody murder.

the person let out a yelp.

you sprung out of bed, grabbing the nearest object- an alarm clock, in this case, and chucking it at the person with no hesitation, who caught it.

“get out! you- you’re trespassing!” you were quite disoriented, fumbling to grab anything to throw at the person, which included a fake succulent, two pillows and a book.

it was embarrassing to see a (newbie trainee) assassin act this way.

you sprung the closet open, fumbling around for something to throw at the intruder, eventually finding a belt.

you raised your hand before you turned, but when you did, your wrist was caught in action.

“y/n.” the person spoke in an alarmingly deep voice.

an oddly familiar deep voice, at that.

“wh- huh?” you blinked, rubbing your eyes again.

after squinting and adjusting to the light, the person- a man- came into clear view.

“oh.” you said.

“yeah,” said mingi, “oh.”

you looked at him for a few seconds longer before yanking your arm out of his grip, standing upright again.

“what’re you doing here? you can’t just appear like that. it’s creepy.” you cleared your throat, putting the belt down.

“what am i doing in my room..?” mingi glanced around a bit, ensuring that it was, in fact, his room.

you opened your mouth, gaping like a fish, but no words came from you.

mingi shook his head, taking in your frame, eyeing you up and down. 

a smirk crossed his lips.

“wearing my clothes ‘n everything, look at you.” his tone made heat rush to your cheeks, avoiding his eyeline and crossing your arms as if trying to hide the hoodie.

“i didn’t have any clothes.” came your muttered explanation.

mingi nodded as if understanding, a smirk working its way onto his lips.

“ah,” he nodded again, “you got comfortable real fast, hm?” 

you didn’t reply, staring at the ground with furrowed brows, scoffing a bit.

“hey,” his voice was suddenly serious, and his index and middle finger were tipping your head up before you could even register it. “i don’t mind it. ‘s cute.” 

your mouth fell a bit open at the gesture.

“w- i- i’m-” you helplessly stuttered, the tiny touch of his fingers on your chin had sent you feeling.

you quickly pushed them away.

“i- i cleaned the whole place. i think i have rights to- to wear what i want.” you finally managed, stepping around the tall man, picking up the things you threw and putting them back in their respective places. 

mingi turned to watch you. the way you fit right into his room pulled at his heartstrings, why did you have to look like you belonged there?

you stepped away from the bed, looking at mingi.

“why’re you here, anyways? where are the others?” you took in his oddly casual outfit, he was dressed in big black jeans and a loose leather jacket, and the way he wore his clothes made you giddy for a weird reason.

“they’re still out. they said someone had to stay home with you ‘cause they wont be back for a couple days.” he explained, setting down his duffle bag.

“a couple days? what?” you panicked slightly at the fact, “like, just me and you? alone?”

mingi nodded.

your heart skipped a beat.

was this a curse or a blessing?

why didn’t he seem as bothered as you were? 

why wasn’t he panicking?

“okay well, just don’t- don’t mess up my cleaning.” you ordered, staying safe and at distance at the door.

“this is literally my home.” he mumbled under his breath, removing his leather jacket, leaving himself in a simple black tee, and you cursed yourself for the way your eyes followed the strong build of his arms, and ran across the expanse of his shoulders.

you looked away when he turned back around, suddenly finding the door frame very interesting.

mingi hid his smile.

“i need to go to sleep, so you should go.” he waited for you to leave.

you sighed on the inside. back to the damn hospital looking room.

“i was going anyway. not to sleep, i- i’m going to watch a movie.” you told him as if he cared.

“great. turn off the light on your way out.” he began pulling his shirt off, and you were quick to run out, flicking the light off as you jogged down the hall.

you let out a breath.

so did mingi.

while you made your way down to the cinema room, mingi stared at the place where you had been sleeping as he changed into his boxers, letting a small smile grace his lips.

it was weird.

you slept on the right side of the bed, but mingi’s side was always the left side.

a few minutes passed, both of you so close to each other, but also so far.

the rain carried on, thunder rolling slightly. 

you tensed. so did mingi.

it was easy to ignore the thunder. until it grew, getting louder and angrier with each loud booming clap.

mingi saw the flashes of lighting from his window.

and for some reason, he suddenly hated how empty his bed suddenly felt.

meanwhile, you hated how strongly it smelt of popcorn in the cinema room. you hated how the thunder seemed to shake the room.

you glanced at the empty seat beside you, staring at the red velvet material.

mingi stared at the mattress, where the sheets were ruffled a bit and the right side pillow at a dip in it.

you nibbled a nail.

mingi gnawed his lip.

‘he wouldn’t mind, right?’ you thought.

‘would she think that it’s weird?” he thought.

the thunder crashed louder than before, making you jump.

you stood from the cinema seat, pacing around the platform, really thinking if you should go join him.

mingi stood as well, walking around his, now clean, room. he quickly tugged on a large shirt

you stared at the door.

he stared too.

another clap of thunder, somehow louder than the last.

simultaneously, you both opened the doors of your rooms, mingi to the cinema room, and you to his room.

mingi’s strides were long, no hesitation.

yours mirrored his, you knew what you wanted.

you both met, him at the top of the stairs, and you at the bottom.

you looked up at him, and him down at you.

“i-”

“i’m-”

you both spoke at the same time, both stopping at the same time as well.

silence fell.

“it’s cold, um, in the cinema room.” you explained.

“oh.” said mingi. “is it?”

you nodded.

“do you have an extra blanket?” you asked.

mingi nodded. 

“you should come get it.” he offered.

you nodded, hurrying up the stairs and jogging up to him, standing closer than you really needed to after another boom of thunder shook the compound.

instinctively, you grabbed his arm, holding tight.

mingi looked at your hand around his arm. as did you.

a second passed, and you let go quickly, but didn’t back up.

no words were exchanged before mingi led the way to his room, pushing his door open.

you followed him in, feeling thankful that the light was on.

“uh, the extra blanket, right?” he spoke looking at you.

you went to nod, but the sound of thunder and quick flash lightning interrupted you, making you jump again.

then, a buzz, and the lights turned off.

you grabbed mingi’s hand, and his hand wrapped around yours.

“why don’t you just- let’s just sleep here, okay? both of us.” you could hear the voice, and you nodded before remembering he couldn’t see you.

“yes- yeah. good thinking.” 

mingi led you to his bed, you immediately slid into the right side, and him to the left.

your touches parted for a moment, before you found each other again, like gravity was pulling you together, your hands tangling together as a newfound inclination.\

neither of you spoke, the silence filled with the loud noises of the storm rolling over outside.

“are you scared?”  you whispered after the silence.

“no.” mingi whispered back, lying right through his teeth.

you didn’t answer.

“are you?” mingi inquired.

your hands gripped his a little tighter.

“just a little.” came your response.

silence.

mingi’s free hand snaked around your waist, pulling you close into him, making you both end up chest to chest.

almost naturally, your limbs tangled together comfortably, 

both your hands were holding onto his one, his left hand was resting on your back, his thumb rubbing up and down softly.

“it’s okay, it’s just a storm.” he rested his chin on your head, you inched your face closer into his chest.

“okay.” you whispered.

it was laughable, two deadly assassins tangled together in fear of a simple thunderstorm and a power outage.

neither of you slept, both just waiting for the storm to pass.

but you spoke first.

“mingi?” your voice was a little above a whisper now.

“mm?” he answered. you felt the hum in his chest.

“what did that mean in the hotel? that morning a couple of days ago?” his heart dropped.

he didn’t answer, but he could feel your heart rate increase.

you felt his go up too.

“and on the hood of the car after you got shot?” you pushed further.

“i don’t know,” he swallowed, “what do you want it to mean?”

mingi and your eyes had adjusted to the dark by now, both of you could make out the soft outline of each other's faces.

you looked up at him.

he looked at you.

“i want it to mean something.” you told him.knm 

“something?” he breathed.

“anything.” the words came out as a plea, almost as if you were begging him to confirm he felt what you did- whatever that might be.

and he did.

his head dipped and his soft lips pressed against yours, merging together in perfect harmony, no waiting, no hesitations and no interruptions.

it was and it was real.

it was everything all at once. it was his hand soft on your cheek and both your breaths increasing in speed and heaviness at once.

he lifted his upper body, hovering over you, the duvet and sheets messing up.

your lips didn’t break, not even for air. your hands were all over him, his roaming you.

you ran your hands up his neck, tangling them in his fiery locks, goosebumps rising in the wake of your fingers.

“tell me to stop if you need to stop.” he spoke into the kiss, and you nodded.

“you too.” your breath was heavy.

mingi’s hands lifted his shirt off, your lips breaking, but you latched onto him as soon as you could, sitting upwards.

he helped you out of his hoodie, hands dragging down the expanse of your torso as you tossed the hoodie away.

his lips kissed down along your chest, down to your naval, hand hands gently laying you back down.

“mingi,” you sighed his name, hands tangling back into his hair.

he hummed in response.

his fingers hooked around the waistband of his shorts you were wearing, looking up at you.

“please.” you whined, nodding.

he slipped you out, leaving you open and spread for him- just for him.

“so pretty,” his voice was like a purr, his lips burning against your already hot skin.

the storm was forgotten outside, both of you hyper fixating on each other.

his kisses went from your belly button, down, down, down.

you whined and squirmed, his hands gripping your waist to keep you still.

“stay still for me, y/n.” he was so demanding, so soft but so firm.

you bit your lip, nodding, doing your best.

he pressed a kiss against your clit, finally, and your head rested back from the flowers rising in your tummy from the kiss.

“mingi,” you were out of breath, his name was like a chant, falling from your lips over and over.

the next touch against your core was his tongue, a long and slow drag, your hands tightened in his hair, earning a groan from him, sending vibrations up through you.

your hips threatened to buck up, but one of his hands kept your pelvis held down, the second slipping into your hole, two fingers at once.

your back arched up off the bed in pleasure, a loud moan tumbling from your lips.

his tongue was all over you, in all the right places, inside, around, over, everywhere, and his fingers followed.

“so good, you’re so good for me.” he muttered against you, and you nodded, babbling nonsense, begging for more.

you dared to lift your head and look down at him, and god a new wave of wetness gushed over you at the sight of the man between your thighs.

his nose was slick, the lower half of his face wasn’t visible- buried deep into you. but his eyes, his eyes stared dead into you, not breaking away. dark and unwavering, he absolutely devoured you, watching your eyes roll back and face contort in pleasure.

you sounded as delicious as you tasted, loud, full moans of yours filling the room, whimpers and whines working their way in between every now and then.

“‘m so- ‘m close, mingi, pease- hnng..” you barely managed to warn him, feeling the knot tighten impossibly in your stomach.

“c’mon, baby, for me.” his voice rolled over you, and the knot snapped before you could stop it, a high pitched whine falling from you.

his slick-coated fingers worked their way into your mouth, you greedily sucked your own juices off of him, and he watched, freeing in absolute awe for a long moment.

“so good, aren’t you?” he praised, pulling his fingers away from you, and tugging off his boxers. his hard-on sprung free, long, thick, leaking and so red that it looked painful. his level of self control was impressive.

“n-no,” you whimpered when he pulled off, sitting up fast and reaching for him immediately.

“‘s okay baby, ‘m here. you okay to take me, hm? can you do that?” his tone had you reeling, nodding fast, already ready for him again.

“please, mingi, please.” your eagerness was nothing but a turn on for him, knowing you were just as willing as him was going to make him go feral.

he hovered over you again, kissing you again, and your hand went down to wrap around his length. he shuddered under your touch, arms almost giving out.

“‘s so big, min.” you spoke into the kiss, gently running your hand up and down, running your thumb over the tip.

mingi inhaled sharply, pulling away from the kiss.

“condom- i dont have a condom.” his eyes were filled with only worry, but you pulled him back in quick, engulfing him in another kiss.

“‘m on the pill.” you assured him, and he only kissed you harder.

he lined himself up slowly, his tip poking at your hole, and you clenched around nothing yet.

“go slow.” you leaned your head back as he kissed down your neck, feeling his nod, and he slowly pushed into you.

your mouth fell open in a silent moan, and his brows furrowed in pleasure, a moan coming from him at the tightness of your warmth.

“mingi,” his name was a whimper, and he pushed further in.

“‘m here baby.” he assured, wincing in pleasure at your nails digging into his back, gripping on for dear life.

“a-all the way, please.” you begged, and he complied, pushing into the hilt.

you had never felt so full, ever, and you let your head fall back, a low moan escaping you.

he moved nice and slow at first, keeping his lips connected on you, but his speed and rhythm picked up easily, his hips snapping fast against yours.

you became a babbling mess again, and he listened, loving the way you looked, felt and sound.

you were two sweaty bodies, held close together like your lives depended on it, not daring to let go.

“fu- fuck, baby,” mingi groaned, “god, y/n,”

it was messy but it was real. it was rough but it was meaning filled- it was everything and nothing at once.

mingi felt himself getting closer, the fucked out look on your face didnt make it easier for him to hold on.

“y/n, i-” he interrupted himself with a moan.

you nodded, knowing what he meant.

“m-me too.” 

he sped up, his grip on your waist would definitely bruise, and the scratch marks you left would last just as long as a bruise.

“cum f-for me, baby, c’mon, for m-me.” his hips stuttered.

“‘m there.” you bit your lip hard, head falling back.

your organsms hit you both at the same time, pulsing through both your cores.

his lips met your again, kissing you through it.

mingi slipped out when his lips left yours, almost collapsing on top of you, but managing to move to the side in time.

your fast and heavy breaths were all that sounded for a long time, your body was worn out, and as was his.

but he still stood, shuffling to the washroom, rummaging around in the dark.

you turned to your side, watching him do whatever it was he was doing.

the next minutes were a blur, but mingi came and picked you up, letting you go pee in the bathroom, helping clean you up and get back into his clothes, picking you back up, and placing you on the floor while he changed the sheets..

you watched him do all this, feeling back for not helping, but also enjoying the domesticity of it all.

he finally picked your back up, laying you on the clean sheets and getting in beside you, you on the right side and him on the left.

your eyes were heavier now, and all you felt was him, his skin, and his heartbeat.

“y/n?” you heard his words in his chest.

you hummed in response.

he didn’t answer.

you lifted your head to look at him.

he simply smiled a bit, kissing your forehead.

“nothing. goodnight.” 

you would’ve questioned him, but you were too tired at that moment.

letting yourself curl further into him, and shutting your eyes, you were out like a light before you knew it.

mingi stayed up, a smile permanently staying on his lips.

he didn’t know what it was about you- he barely knew who you really were.

but he knew something was there.

this didn’t happen for no reason.

there was a reason you met.

there was a reason why the universe chose you for him.

and he was going to find out.

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veloxrotaphobia (m) — smg

veloxrotaphobia - the fear of rollercoasters

pairing: song mingi x reader

genre: s2l au, fluff, smut

wc: 5.2k

synopsis: your fear of rollercoasters may have been severe, but you still didn’t know if you wanted to beat your friend’s ass for abandoning you on that death machine, or to thank her for it.

warnings: 18+, dom!mingi, sub!reader, car sex, unprotected sex, fingering, size kink, mingi has a big dick i don’t make the rules, choking, riding, finger sucking, dirty talk, praise, teasing, light spanking, creampie

note: i had a lot of fun writing this! it was sitting in my google drive for a couple weeks with absolutely no plan, then i realized that his birthday was coming up and i went ‘oh shit!’ and got hella inspired. this fic is lowkey my baby now so i hope you like it :’)))

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“rise and shine, y/n!” your friend and roommate, jia, sang as she shook you awake.

you groaned as she opened your curtains to let more light in. that damned sunlight. you would have given your entire bank account to never see it again.

“why are you so loud? and why are you waking me up at eight in the morning on a saturday?” you scowled at her. how she was so energetic in the morning, you’d never know. 

“hey, i’m not that loud,” she grinned, “we’re going to the amusement park in an hour, so get your ass up. i know how long you take to get ready.”

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★ NEVER SAY NEVER. (001) over my dead body.

SYNOPSIS. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of... interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone.

WARNINGS. swearing, suggestive comments and jokes, wooyoung being an annoying piece of shit.

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"The groups have already been decided and the list can be found on the bulletin outside. See you all next week." And with that, your professor walked out of the studio and left your classmates scrambling to get out of class and find the list.

All things considered, your day could have been worse. Yes, you'd gone to bed at 5 am and woken up at 7 to your housemate blasting music in the bathroom as she showered. Though, that was a daily occurrence, being mad over it just didn't make sense anymore. Yes, when you got into the shower and turned on the water without paying attention to the heat dial, you pretty much burned off your skin. Yes, on the way to the art department you had dropped one of the paintings you've been working on for over a month, getting mud all over the bottom half of the artwork.

But, nevertheless, it could've been a lot worse.

As you gathered the used paintbrushes next to your easel, you thought about who could be your partner for this collaborative project with the dance majors. Professor Yun just spent about ten minutes informing you and your peers that the art majors were to pair up with a dance major to create an artwork. The specifics—such as whether it'll be a painting or collage or other media—were completely up to the students.

You holstered your bag on your shoulder, finally leaving the art studio to see who you were paired with. Maybe it'll be Suncha, possibly the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen. You could definitely see yourself working with her. She moved with grace and would probably be the best subject you could ever wish for. Maybe Daehyun—you'd always found his face and body aesthetically pleasing.

The crowd in front of the bullet slowly dissipated and people found their partners in the crowd, already making conversation and talking about the project. With a slight sense of dread but a pinch of anticipation, you stepped up to the list and scanned it, quickly finding your name next to-

Oh you've got to be kidding me.

Nevermind, this was definitely one of the worst days you'd ever experienced. Because right next to your name, stood a name associated with one of the eight most sought-after men on your campus.

Jung Wooyoung.

They'd never done anything to you personally, but you just weren't a fan of the way they'd go from girl to girl without being ashamed or being called out. Granted, you weren't sure if all eight of them behaved like that (though this particular Jung Wooyoung did), you still disliked them (except for one of them, but you'd never admit that). Maybe it was how they were practically handed everything they needed at any given moment on a silver tray. Or how ridiculously good looking they were. Either way, something about them just felt... off.

An arm being slung over your shoulder broke you out of your thoughts of just ending your life right then and there. Without even looking at the person, you already had a suspicion of who it could be.

"Hey there, partner," He stepped in front of you, hand lingering on your shoulder for a second longer than you'd like. A mischievous smile graced his features, "I don't think I've ever talked to you. What's your name, pretty?"

"It's on the paper right behind you." You deadpanned, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

For a second, Wooyoung's eyes hardened before that playful glint returned. "I know, but I'd like to hear you say it. After all, I don't want to be pronouncing it wrong."

With a sigh, you gave him your name and he repeated it, testing the sound of it on his tongue. Seemingly satisfied, he returned to your side with a hum and once again slung his arm over your shoulders, steering you toward the exit of the arts department and practically dragging you with him.

Along the way, you passed multiple clusters of girls and boys, some of them watching Wooyoung with admiration and lust in their eyes while others simply glared at you out of jealousy. Feeling their stares, your head turned to the ground and you screwed your eyes shut, wishing it was Daehyun dragging you. Not this painfully pretty, charming man that you couldn't stand.

"So," Wooyoung started—though he never really stopped talking, "I was thinking, if you don't have any courses or stuff for the rest of the day, you can come over to my place and we can start working on whatever it is we have to do."

"I told my roommate I'd be back early to clean our apartment."

"Oh, then I can come with you, help you and then you can come to my place."

"Why not just do it at my place?"

"That's fine, too. Maybe you can show me to your bedroom?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and you had to hold back the urge to smack him right then and there.

"Over my dead body."

"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not really into necrophilia."

It was then that you noticed you were walking towards the campus' parking lot. You stopped in your tracks and waited for Wooyoung to turn.

"Ok, first of all, what the fuck. But I guess I'm glad that's not your thing. Second, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?"

He blinked. Once, twice. "I'm taking you to my car...?"

"Why?"

"To take you to my place so we can work?" He looked behind him and then back to you, his dark hair bouncing around and revealing the bleached layers underneath.

"But I have stuff to do." You crossed your arms over your chest, shifting your weight to your right leg as you looked up at him. He wasn't that much taller, but because of his proximity, it was hard to look him in the eyes without craning your neck just a bit.

A chuckle (though it sounded more like a giggle) escaped him. "The dishes and vacuum can wait. I'm only available for the next two hours, after that you're free to do whatever you want."

You took a second to mull things over before dropping your head and groaning. "Fine but–"

"Great!" Wooyoung grabbed your hand and resumed pulling you across the parking lot. "Let's get going, maybe the food Seonghwa-hyung made will still be warm when we get there and–"

"Wait!" You tugged on the hand that held yours harshly, making him stop to look back at you with a raised brow. "But... no funny business. Please."

He let out another high pitched laugh. "Oh, YN, my dearest darling YN, I don't plan on doing anything like that with you. Today, at least. Though if you'd like-"

"No!" You extended a hand to stop him from finishing that sentence, cheeks blushing dark crimson. "Please just- just lead the way."

That specific mischievous grin returned to his face as he whipped around and practically skipped to his black Mercedes with tinted windows. You didn't stop to appreciate the car, getting into the passengers seat and strapping the seatbelt on.

　　★ notes. hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter!! any guess as to who the ateez member is that YN likes more than the others? hint: it's not wooyoung. also, i'm basing each of the mebers' looks off of different eras. in case you couldn't tell, we will be dealing with oreo wooyoung here.

　　★ taglist. @atinytinaa @marievllr-abg @legohwas @moonsangie @kiss-hwa @cqndiedcherries @ateezourstars @r1kitti @sarahleighflora @kyukyustar

touch | 18+

》 pairing: c.jongho x f!reader

》 genre: hurt/comfort, smut, fluff

》 warnings: ceo!jongho, grumpy jongho, whiny reader, hurt/comfort, smut, piv, oral (f. receiving), fingering, piv, pet names (princess, baby, etc.), aftercare, makeup sex, age gap (not a major plot point)

》 wc: 4.2k

》 thank you so much for reading this, it's my first full fic that i've written on here!!!!! if i forgot any tags, please lmk :) reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 also, the main song i listened to when i wrote this was versace on the floor by bruno mars

“Jongho, sweetheart, don’t you think you should come to bed now? I think you deserve a break,” you whine as you enter his office, a pout forming on your lips seeing his still, working figure.

You take a moment to admire his features on your way in. His dark hair that perfectly framed his face, those piercing eyes that seemed to cut through you every time he looked at you, and those strong arms you just loved to be wrapped in whenever he hugged you.

You take a moment to admire his features on your way in. His dark hair that perfectly framed his face, those piercing eyes that seemed to cut through you every time he looked at you, and those strong arms you just loved to be wrapped in whenever he hugged you.

Well, that was if he did decide to hug you. Just as strong as his arms is Jongho’s work ethic. Sure, any CEO is bound to be busy. When you’re busy it’s easy to get stressed, and when Jongho gets stressed, it’s as if you don’t exist. He was never super touchy to begin with, but every morning he retreats to his home office without even a hug or a kiss. Just a simple good morning, or sometimes, nothing at all. With Jongho’s already packed schedule and new business plans, it’s clear you weren’t going to get his attention any time soon. But, who would you be if you didn’t at least try to get some from him? 

Making your way to his desk, you prepared yourself to put on your cutest face; wide puppy-dog eyes and a sad lip bite at the ready, but with the way Jongho looked up at you, the only emotion present on your face was nervousness. You could see the dark bags forming under his eyes, seemingly becoming darker by the second, and paired with his furrowed eyebrows, you began to think maybe it would've been better to just cuddle with your teddy bear tonight.

“I-it’s just when you work so hard like this, you don’t seem happy at all, you know? I just want to see you smile again. I know, I know, work is busy and you have deadlines and all that, but can’t you just come sleep with me… just this once? I miss you holding me every night. I feel so lonely, Jongie,” You pleaded with him in your shakiest voice. Maybe that would convince him, if he just saw how desperate you were to spend some time with him. Fidgeting with your hands, you awaited his response. Too anxious to look up at him, you focused your sight on the floor beneath you.

“Y/n, you know I can’t do that right now. It’ll get better, but I really need some quiet right now. So…” He looked at you with pursed lips, then quickly looked back towards the door. A silent signal that it was your time to leave. You weren’t going to let him get rid of you that quickly though. No, he just had to see it your way.

“Jongie, are you sure?” You questioned him with a higher pitch, using the nickname you know he usually melts for. He just leaned forward in his chair, pushing his glasses further up on his nose, trying to regain his focus. He let out a soft hum, acknowledging you, but deciding not to indulge you. 

Soon, you find yourself sneaking behind him, your hands resting on his shoulders. You tried to press a kiss to his cheek, but he shrugged you off quickly with a huff of annoyance.

“Y/n, stop bothering me. I’ve got some really important stuff to catch up with here. Stop being so clingy.” Jongho breathed out, frustration evident in his words.

God, you’re such an idiot. Did you really expect this little plan of yours to work? Jongho is a busy man. You really shouldn’t bother him just because you’re feeling neglected. Sure, the bed is cold at night, but he does so much for you. You wouldn’t have the lifestyle you do without him. If you two hadn’t met that day two years ago, you'd still be a broke college student, struggling to make ends meet. Maybe instead of interrupting him, you should just be thankful for what you have. At the end of the day, at least he’s there.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes, “I’m sorry for interrupting Jongho. Won’t happen again.”

And with that, you scurried out of the office and back into your shared bedroom. The shared bedroom that was slowly becoming just yours each and every day.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes shot open. 

“God, what time is it?” You murmured to yourself, words slurring together. The bright light from your phone nearly blinded you as you checked the clock. It was 3 am. He’s just finishing now? I wish he would get some proper rest.

“Can I come in?” Jongho’s voice broke into the room. He sounded serious. What if he was getting ready to break up with you? After all, Jongho had always been one to cut out unnecessary distractions from his life. Normally you admired that; his determination and drive was nothing short of excellence. His maturity and guidance was what first attracted you to him. But it broke your heart knowing that you were next on his chopping block.

Truth is, Jongho heard you crying. Really, you’re not subtle when you’re upset. He went to check in on you a few hours ago, actually. But when he saw his t-shirt draped over the teddy bear he’d given you months ago, your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks pressed into said teddy bear, he knew he fucked up. The past few weeks had just been so stressful for him. With a never ending to-do list, Jongho didn’t have much time to think of anything else. 

He did think of you though. He always did. The picture of you two on vacation that sat on his desk never went a day without being picked up to be examined. It was one of the first things you two did together as a couple, and god, he wished he could go back. Jongho normally didn’t show much affection in public, instead opting to keep his cold appearance up. But being there with you was too much for him. It’s like you two were connected at the hip on that vacation. Everywhere you went, Jongho had his hand on your hip or around your shoulders. You just make him so happy, and he loses himself around you. Not that that’s a bad thing.

He never wanted to make you upset. But, he lost track of himself. Of course, that wasn’t an excuse, but maybe if you saw it his way then you’d be able to forgive him. After checking in on you earlier, Jongho devised a plan. He quickly got to work in his office, this time solely focusing on you. He first made a call to an assistant of his, apologizing for the late notice of his request, and asked for a bouquet of flowers. He wanted something sweet and dainty- something that reminded him of you. Thirty minutes later, the assistant showed up with a bouquet of Lily of the Valley flowers, beautifully tied together with green and purple ribbon. Next, Jongho wrote a sweet note, apologizing for his treatment of you over the past couple of weeks. It was always hard for Jongho to express himself verbally, so this would be the best course of action for him. Finally, he had taken off of work for a week, allowing time for him to devote himself completely to you. He swore to himself that wasn’t going to let himself upset you anymore, and it was finally time to show you that.

You looked up at Jongho as he poked his head in from behind the door. His eyes softened as they met yours. He began walking towards you with his hands behind his back, hiding his surprise for you. But with the way you jumped up and just about sprinted to him, it seemed like he was the one in for a surprise.

“Look, I know I messed up Jongho. I’m sorry, I really am! Just, please don’t break up with me,” you looked up at him, guilt wracking every part of your body, “I promise it won’t happen again. I even cleaned up around here! I figured I’d get some of the more unimportant things out of here for you.”

Jongho looked around the room. He noticed the lack of knick knacks you always seemed to bring home with you after a day out. The sheets were changed from the pink floral set that you adored to a plain white set. Everything in the room seemed dull. The only semblance of normalcy left in the room was the teddy bear sitting on the bed.

“I-” Jongho started, not quite realizing what an effect he’d had on you. You were never one to change so easily; it was one of the things he loved about you. This only made him feel worse. Not only that, but the way your voice shook as you talked and the obvious tears swelling in your water lines, Jongho had to stop himself from crying. 

“Sweetheart, I would never break up with you. You know that, right?” he reassured you, pulling out the bouquet and note he’d prepared. Your eyes lit up upon seeing this, confusion and relief swelling in your features simultaneously. 

“Here,” he said, sitting down on the foot of your bed, beckoning you to join him. Just before you could sit next to him though, he patted his leg, signaling you to sit in lap. As you do, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in as close to him as possible. He hands you the bouquet and note, allowing you a moment to look at the gift and read the note. As you read it, tears begin to fall down both of your faces. Sure, you felt like you needed to be touched like this, but you didn’t expect it to be as emotional as it was. As for Jongho, the guilt of hurting you had really begun to sting. Seeing you so broken up over a few absent-minded words had confused him at first. But once he finally had you in his arms again, he realized it had been weeks of neglect leading up to this point. He was hurting not only you, but himself, too. He just didn’t know he was doing it.

“I’m so sorry, honey. I never meant to hurt you like this,” he explained, wiping the tears away from your face and simply letting his own soak into his skin. His hands raked through your hair gently while he admired your face. “Never gonna let it happen again. Can’t believe I let this go for so long.”

“S’okay, Jongie,” you stammered out between soft cries. You tightened your arms around his neck even more, fingers gripping at shirt, as if he was going to leave any second. “I understand you’ve got a lot on your plate.”

“Princess, you’ll always be number one on my list. You’re my top priority,” he said, finally regaining his composure and moving you to straddle him. Taking the gifts from your hands, he gently placed them to the side and took your face into his hands. He circled his thumbs on your cheeks, quietly asking you to stop crying. 

“I missed this, Jongho. I just love you so much. I’m sorry I’m such a burden sometimes-” but before you could continue, he cut you off.

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one that should be sorry,” he looked deep into your eyes, making sure you internalized each word he said, “and I am. I’m so sorry, baby. I know how much you care, and I want you to know how much I care, too. I love you so, so much, darling. I know I’m not the best with my words, so will you let me make it up to you another way?” Jongho questioned, his fingers tracing the edge of your pajama shorts, occasionally sneaking underneath the fabric. His eyes met yours, looking needier than ever. 

With your nod of approval, Jongho lifted your shirt off your body, exposing your bare chest. His hands were quick to touch you, rubbing and pulling lightly at each nipple. You leaned into him further with each touch, and soon, your lips connected in a sweet, tender kiss. Jongho only deepened the kiss as he let his hands run freely over your body, as if he were rediscovering a terrain that he had begun to forget. His hands snuck inside your shorts, past the band of your underwear, and began to rub soft circles into your clit. Occasionally, his fingers would briefly slip into your hole, gathering some of your slick to use as a lubricant, still circling your clit at a steady pace.

Jongho pressed his forehead against yours in order to catch your attention, “How do you want me, baby?”

“Doesn’t matter, just want you, Jongie,” you babbled, so desperate for him to go faster with his ministrations. Your hips bucked onto his fingers each time they left your clit, hoping he’d slip a finger fully in.

“Mm-mm,” he hummed, “It’s all about you tonight. Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he insisted. Awaiting a response, he pulled his hand from your shorts, eliciting a whine from you. He hooked his arms under your legs, picking you up and laying you down on the bed. Gently, he pulled your shorts and underwear off together in one go. You could almost see the sparkle in his eyes as they traversed your body. He leaned down leaving just inches between your faces, “You gonna answer me, baby?”

“I think I want your tongue-” you began, but before you could finish, Jongho had pulled you to the edge of the bed and kneeled down, coming face to face with your cunt. He lifted your bottom half up, placing one forearm under you and the other on top, letting your legs rest on top of his shoulders. He let one thumb come to your clit, picking up from where he left off earlier. It didn’t take him long to dive into your pussy. Lapping at it like a starved man, he’d drag his tongue up and down your soaked cunt, occasionally dipping his tongue into you. With each drag of his tongue, you could feel yourself getting closer to a release, but everytime Jongho heard an influx of moaning and felt your hips buck up, he’d slow down slightly, not wanting you to cum just yet.

“So pretty, princess,” He said, coming up for air. His mouth and chin glistened as he smiled up at you with nothing but affection. It was as if he were touching you for the first time all over again. He was trying to take things slow, wanting to solely focus on making you feel good, but he couldn’t help but rut himself into the mattress when he heard those sweet moans of yours. He removed his hand from your clit, bringing it down to your hole instead. He toyed at your entrance, not quite deciding if he should go in or not.

“Please Jongie, want your fingers, too.”

And his mind was made up. He plunged two fingers in, focusing his mouth on your clit now. Your pussy basically sucked his fingers in, a sloshing noise coming from it. Jongho watched your face contort in pleasure. Your eyebrows strung together and your cheeks stained with a light blush. What a sight to see. It only made him want to work you harder. Shoving his fingers in up to the knuckle this time, he pistoned in and out of you, occasionally twisting them upwards to press his fingertips into your most sensitive spots. He just couldn’t get enough of how amazing your pussy felt; so soft, warm, and wet. So perfect for him.

“Gonna cum, Jong…So close” you whined out, pleasure filling every inch of your body. It was like he was sent into overdrive, his soft licking at your clit turned into harsh sucking at it, lips surrounding the bud completely. His fingers fucked into you at a pace you’d yet to feel in your life. It was desperate on both ends, each of you melting completely into one another’s touch.

Jongho had almost missed it, too focused on getting you there to notice your quickly approaching orgasm. He lifted his head up to watch you cum, as it had always been one of his favorite sights. The way your head slammed back into the mattress and your back arched up, sending your tits into the air for him to admire made him swear up and down that you were an angel sent for him. Giving you time to come down, he listened to the warbled sounds coming from you and collected the slick that was slowly leaking out of you onto his fingers and pushed it back into you.

“Jesus Christ, I missed that,” Jongho said with a groan, standing up to hold you in his arms. He lifted your back up so you were now sitting on the edge of the bed with him still slotted in between your legs. He brushed some strands of hair out of your face, his hand coming down to trace your jawline. He brought your face up to his and stole a couple kisses from you. You nudged your face into his hand, hoping somehow it could stay there forever. Something about his touch was always so grounding.

“Still okay to keep going, sweetheart?” He looked down at you, hoping to get the greenlight from you. 

You don't answer verbally, instead choosing to undo the buckle of his belt, using it to bring him in closer to you. As you unzip his pants and pull them down, his cock springs out, nearly hitting you in the face. Your tongue poked out of your mouth, getting ready to devour him until you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes then. Lay back, baby. Gonna take such good care of you tonight.” He gently pushed you back, noticing a look of concern on your face. 

“What? What’s wrong?” He said, slightly panicked.

“Don’t you want me to… you know,” You said, making a blowjob motion towards him. 

God, you’re so cute.

“Darling, I’m making it up to you, aren’t I? You don’t have to do anything tonight, just let me make you feel good.” A smirk adorned his face, enamored with how sweet you are. His hands traced up and down your sides, a gentle, but steadying motion. 

You reached your arms up, looping them around his neck to pull him into a kiss. It was chaste, quick and simple, but so passionate. It was as if you were kissing him for the first time again. You let his tongue explore your mouth, enjoying the low groan he let out as he did so. Barely breaking away, you looked into his eyes, deep and glistening, and asked, “Can I have you inside me now? Want’ to feel you inside.”

That was all he needed to hear before he lined himself up with your entrance, pumping his cock a few times before he did so. He teasingly dragged the tip up and down your folds before sinking into you. It was slow, but languid. He wanted you to feel every part of him, every vein and curve on him, just to remind you that you’d never have to go without again. His voice was low and throaty as he bottomed out, letting soft moans fall from his lips. 

“Baby girl, you feel so good,” he stops, waiting for you to adjust to the size. Once ready, he pulls his hips back achingly slowly, almost pulling out all the way, just to force himself back in. Your fingers curled into his hair and your legs wrapped around his waist, begging for him to be deeper in you. 

“Love feeling you inside like this, Jongie,” you whine, “please keep going.” 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he assured you, “never gonna leave you alone again.” 

He took your face into his hands, planting kisses all over your face. His hips pick up their pace, hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly. While his pace was still slow, it was steady and deep. Jongho wasn’t fucking you to get himself off, he was fucking you to get you off. And god it felt so good. As his hips continued to snap into yours, the loud sound of skin on skin echoing in the room, you could feel yourself coming close to your climax. And you knew Jongho was almost there, too, based on the wince he let out each time he thrusted into you. 

“I’m so close, Jongie, are you?” You asked, the heat burning in your core only getting warmer. He nodded, unable to speak through his own groaning. He planted one hand by your head to steady himself while the other took yours into his, lacing your fingers together. Even though his orgasm was slowly approaching, he wanted you to cum first. He forgot how much he loved the way it felt when you came on him. 

Staring down at you, Jongho quickened his thrusts, making sure to hit that spot deep inside you that he knew felt so good. Over and over again, harder and harder. It sent a rush of electricity through your body, limbs shaking and back arching as your orgasm washed over you. He loved how your cunt clenched down on him, a warm rush of arousal pooling around the base of his cock. 

“That was so good, princess. Such a sweet girl,” Jongho barely let out, “Think I’m gonna come now, too.”

“Want it inside me, Jongho.” 

That was enough to send him over the edge. His hips rutted into yours desperately. Spilling his seed into you, he stopped thrusting and just sat there for a moment, basking in the warmth around him. His forehead pressed against yours, noses nudging together and eyes staring into each other with great affection. 

“You forgive me yet?” He pulled out, eliciting a whine from you. 

“I forgave you when I saw the flowers,” you chuckled, sitting up on your elbows. Jongho flopped down next to you. His chest rose and fell shallowly, trying to regain some of his breath. 

“I figured,” he looked at you, eyes gleaming with joy, “but it was still nice, right?” 

“Of course it was. I love it every time, you know that. And I missed it so much, you don’t even know.”

“Baby, I don’t even think I knew how much I needed it,” he pulled you into him, his hand massaging into the skin of your hip, “I know I said this, but I’m never gonna leave you like that again, got it?” You returned a simple nod, too tired to answer verbally. 

“Ready to get cleaned up?” You answered again with a nod, sleep already seeping into your bones. Jongho left the room, heading to the bathroom to clean himself up and fill up the tub. Not long after, he came back for you, pulling you up into his arms to carry you to the bathroom. Checking the water temperature and deciding it was alright, he placed you into the tub. It was silent between you two, but that’s what you liked about aftercare with him. You didn’t need words to bring you back to your normal mindset, his touch was always enough.

His hands massaged your shoulders, knocking every knot and tight spot out of your body. They moved down your body, working until he could confidently say you wouldn’t feel sore in the morning. He then went on to take a washcloth to your body, scrubbing the sweat and other body fluids off of you, paying extra attention to the insides of your thighs. During all of this, he gently hummed one of your favorite songs. It was a ritual for him to care for you like this. It made him feel good, like he protected you like no one else could. Sure, he was always working, but when he was working to please you, it made him feel so much more important. 

Once finished cleaning you off, he drained the tub. Turning his attention back to you, he planted a kiss to your forehead and helped you out of the tub. You purred as he wrapped a warm towel around you, pulling you in for a hug. The two of you stayed there for a moment, just swaying in each other’s arms. 

He didn’t want to say anything to ruin the quiet atmosphere in the bathroom, so instead he hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your face up to look at his. He placed a tender kiss to your lips, knowing that you’d understand just how much he cared for you in that moment. 

i knew you were trouble

biker!park seonghwa x gn!reader ; biker!kang yeosang x gn!reader warnings: a lil suggestive (mayhaps) word count: 718 a/n: the biker!seongsang brainrot is real. should i make this longer? elaborate on it? pls lemme know!

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They’d visit most nights, when they were around this part of town. Shifts on end you’d spend asking yourself if they were back, and if they were, would they remember to swing by? They walked in like they owned the place, and maybe they did. The rumble of their bikes would shake the town and then silence its murmurs when they killed the engine. The very first night they walked into the dive bar you felt the patrons hold their breath. You did too, but not in the same way. You still did. 

Everybody had warned you to stay away from them, that there wasn’t a single reason why you should be involved with something, someone, so volatile. People who would be there one day and gone the next, who would hold your heart in their hands for one night and then crush it to smithereens when the morning came. Still, they held yours with them, always, no matter how far they wandered, its pieces beating in hopes they’d be back soon. 

But perhaps you liked that. Maybe the thrill of it all was the one thing you were after. The way they had your heart racing in your chest wasn’t something you wanted to let go of. They made you feel alive. In a city so dead, they were your only way out.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispered in your ear, voice low and gravelly, still entangled in the mess of sheets that was your bed. His hand lay sprawled out on your stomach, a warm, pleasant weight that reminded you this was oh so real, and not a fragment of your imagination. 

“There’s no going back, angel.” 

Seongwha’s voice sounded almost like a warning, but he looked at you with those eyes you rarely ever had the pleasure of getting lost in. A look so delicate you liked to think it was meant only for you. His hand reached over, graceful, getting rid of the single strand of hair partially obscuring your vision. 

“I am,” you nodded, voice light, a faint murmur, almost afraid to admit your wants out loud. You’d never felt this sure of anything in your life.

Half a smile, half a smirk spread out on his soft lips, like he’d expected this from you all along, like he’d caught the prey he’d been chasing after. The way he laid his eyes on you, knowingly, like no one ever could, sent a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps rose over your skin as Yeosang’s hand sneaked past your raised shirt, only to draw feather light circles on your stomach. 

“Alright then, love” he pulled you closer, his hold on you growing a little stronger.

Heaven. You were sure you’d found it with the two people everyone deemed as devils. You didn’t care. Not when your head and heart felt this light, this free. They were trouble, you knew that, but you were ready to get dragged in their storm. 

“Hold on tight,” Seongwha brought your shaky hands around his middle, your arms now wrapped around it, front completely pressed against his back. 

“Are you gonna keep our little bird all to yourself?” Yeosang tauntingly asked with a smirk, sitting atop his bike. How could someone be that devilishly handsome, you couldn’t fathom. From behind your helmet, you smiled, letting out a soft laugh.

“Don’t worry Sang, our angel can ride with you after our next stop,” he was quick to counter, scoffing just a little, before putting his own helmet on. You watched as Yeosang did the same. 

Their bikes rumbled, coming to life, the sound reverberating in the early morning air. It made you jump a little, holding onto Seonghwa tighter, which caused him to chuckle. The harmonious sound was lost in the noise and before you knew it, you were hitting the road.

Part of you knew the second you saw them that this would happen, that you’d take any hand that would drag you out. It wasn’t anything they said or did, rather the feeling that came along with being with them. You trusted your gut enough to know that this was the right move; leave it all behind, covered by the dust that kicked up after you passed by and lost forever between the golden fingers of sunrise.

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Mingi slamming his cock into your pussy while he has you bent over the arm of the sofa on a summers evening, both bare naked and sweating just to have his friends knock on the door. And when Mingi answers, they notice the sweat beads dripping down his temples and chest and how messy his shorts are pulled up so they simply smirk and leave you both alone.

Just a thought rn.