Anasthesia S. Mingi

anasthesia — s. mingi

pairing : idol ! song mingi x non idol ! gender neutral reader

genre : established relationship , fluffy , some teasing , mingi gets very flustered

warnings : just fluff , some teasing , reader is shorter than mingi , not very good but it's all abt that confidence 💪💪

notes : hey guys 🤭 yes i know this episode came out a month ago but shhhh

summary : after wanteez episode 10 comes out, mingi's partner watches it without mingi's knowledge while he's out. when he comes home, he won't hear the end of his partner's teasing !

"I'm home," Mingi called as he opened the door into his partner's apartment. You bit back a smile as you slid your phone back into your pocket.

"Hey darling," You call, getting up from your position from the couch to go to him, slipping you arms around your boyfriend's waist as he hangs his coat on the wall. "How was today?"

"It was good," He grinned, wrapping his arms around you. The two of you swayed slightly as you conversed.

"Did you get your sushi omakase, by the way?" You ask, a small smile tugging at the corners of you lips. Mingi tilts his head in confusion, thinking back to when he had said that he wanted sushi omakase.

"You watched that?!" Mingi exclaimed, his face flushing red as he remembered the members telling him that he had been dancing when he first woke up from the anaesthesia.

"Yeah, like twenty minutes ago," You smiled, pulling away from him. Mingi complains, trying to pull you back, wanting to bury his face in the crook of your neck to hide out of embarassment.

"We need to feel this," You grin as you copy how he danced in the episode, your hair falling over your face as you laughed.

"Stop," Mingi complained, a hand covering his mouth as he smiled widely. His face was still red as you finally stopped imitating him.

He tugs you towards him, wrapping his arms around you with a small, dramatic huff. You tilt your head back slightly to look up at him, a teasing smile on your lips.

"Come on," You hum, pulling away from him - only for him to tug you back gently with a pout on his lips, "I got dinner in the kitchen."

His eyes lit up, "What are we having?"

"Sushi omakase."

[8.39] dad!jongho × baby!yechan (ft. dad!atez & baby!xikers)

⇀ yechan is such an excitable, happy baby. well, maybe a little too much but nothing jongho can't handle. besides, you both are trying something new on yechan today, that should be fun. right?

⇁ you've heard of hammer time. now is impulse time

genre : fluff, dad!au, baby!au

wc : 3k

baby!xikers collab

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From the moment Yechan was able to walk, both you and Jongho know that you got a particularly hyper baby in your hands.

No matter how much you and Jongho whine and panic over Yechan running away at any chance he got, the both of you are actually very glad your son is a happy baby. Sure, the motto in your house has changed to "oh god, where's Yechan?" and you both had to come up with strategies frequently in case Yechan found a way to break free once again, but you just love him so much to actually complain or hate his little quirk. This was why you came up with a weekly trip to the park so that you can bargain with the little bugger to calm down the rest of the week and let loose on that one day in the park. Well, you voiced your concern to your husband's friends and Yeosang jokingly suggest letting the 'pup' have all the fun he wants in the great outdoors. Little did he know, you'd take the suggestion seriously. Of course, Jongho complained about how his hyung had just insinuated that his son needed to be taken for a walk like a dog, but even you can't deny the boy has some puppy qualities to him.

Unlike his 'cousins', the moment Yechan was strong enough to stand, he immediately tried to run off. This was expected as the baby had once crawled around the house so quickly like a crab running from predator. That day, you and Jongho spent the whole day losing, finding, and caging your son who seemed to be able to slip away no problem. Jongho even boasted that one day his son can be a pro athlete to which Mingi joked that it can also mean that Yechan can potentially be a successful thief. Everyone agreed to Jongho almost immediately, after Jongho pinched a large and very dark bruise to Mingi's back.

Yechan, being the smart kid that he is, was fully aware of the days he was going to be out at the park with his cousins based on how the previous night and morning went. Usually, he'd be tucked into his bed in the middle of his cartoon and in the morning, you'd make him pancakes and let him use as much syrup as he wants and his dad would always have to help him not drown the pancake in a lake of syrup (much to his disappointment). Then, after wiping his mouth clean, you'd carry him to his room and let him pick out what he wants to wear from the selection you've put out. After he was done putting his clothes on, his dad would bring him out and sat him down on the couch to watch his cartoon as you and Jongho got ready yourselves.

Usually, that was it. The moment you said 'let's go, boys', Yechan would get off the couch and have you or his dad put his sneakers on his feet. But today was different, he saw you wearing a dress which you usually won't wear especially when you all were going to the park. And Yechan couldn't help but panic when he saw you putting on high heels with him and his dad just standing there, watching.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Jongho asked, sighing as he helped you slip your feet in your shoes without crouching down by holding your hands. You nodded at him as you straighten up, "Yes, and because it's a gift, we are going to try it, okay? See if Yechannie likes it," you turned to look at Yechan who was looking at you with much confusion. "Mommy, let's go?" he asked, tilting his head and raising his arms as if he was asking you to carry him. You cooed and opened your arms to which he immediately ran and hug your legs. Gently, you pat Yechan on his head as you explained the situation, "Mommy needs to go meet some of mommy's friends so you go meet your hyungs with daddy, okay?"

The pout on the baby's face almost foiled your plans of not joining them at the park. But thankfully, Jongho stepped in by grabbing the baby up into his strong arm and pulling you into a quick kiss, "Okay, I see where this is going and you are meeting up with your friends, you're not cancelling," he then gently pushed you to the front door and even opened it to let you out, "Yechan and I will be fine so you just have fun, okay?" This time, it was your turn to pout at your husband. "Fine, but please let me know if anything happens, okay? Especially if any one of them makes fun of Yechan," you huffed. Jongho raised an eyebrow confusedly, "Baby, I don't think Yechan's cousins are going to make fun of him, they're great kids," he defended. You rolled your eyes and sighed at your husband's blatant confusion, "I'm talking about your friends, honey. Particularly the one that sounds like a tea kettle," to which Jongho nodded in understanding. "Don't worry, I can handle him just fine, now you go before you're late." Before you could turn to walk away, Yechan squealed and almost threw himself out of his dad's arms. "Mommy, kiss!" he pouted, arms spread widely and eyebrows furrowed in utter displeasure. You couldn't help but giggle at your baby's adorable clinginess that he definitely got from his dad (much to his denial) and took a step back to properly blow a raspberry to your son's cheeks which made him giggle in delight before leaving.

Soon after you left, Yechan was put back on the couch as Jongho cleaned up some things before going into Yechan's room to retrieve something. When Jongho came back in front of Yechan, he looked back and forth between the item in his hands and his son a couple of times, clearly hesitating to do something. Yechan could only stare up at his dad in confusion, not understanding why his dad seemed so concerned. "Daddy?" Jongho snapped out of his trance at the sound of his baby calling for him, "Let's go?" he grinned widely, excitedly awaiting their departure to the park. Jongho smiled at the innocent boy and nodded, signalling that he could get off the couch and that they both were going out.

Just as Yechan was about to walk to the shoe rack, Jongho stopped him and crouched in front of him. "Buddy, you need to wear this before we go," Jongho said as he began attaching the item in his hand to Yechan's body. Yechan looked down, unsure of what the thing is but didn't feel disturbed. Out of curiosity, Yechan tugged on the straps and felt around to feel where the contraption was but before he could even understand what it is, Jongho had scooped him up and placed him on the porch to put both his and Yechan's shoes on. Once Jongho deemed that everyone was ready, he took Yechan in his arms and locked the door before walking off to the elevator to the car, ready for a day of having fun with his son and his friends along with their kids.

The ride to the park wasn't long, they all had managed to find the perfect park not too far from where they were all living separately and the kids love the place to bits.

As per usual, Jongho got off the car first before he rounded the car to his son's side to get him out of his seat. With the clasps of the seat off, Yechan was just about ready to jump off and run to find his friends when Jongho pulled him so that his head was leaning onto his dad's strong shoulder, exposing his back. "Okay buddy, I only need to attach this to you and then we're good to go," Jongho said. Yechan heard something clicked but he didn't know what it was because he couldn't see what was going on. Nevertheless, the thought was wiped away when Jongho carried him in one arm as the other arm carry his diaper bag before closing the car door and locking the car.

Even from simply looking at the leaves Yechan was already excited. The thought of playing tag with his cousin Hunter and Sumin ran through his head, he also wanted to know what toy his cousin Junmin brought that day or what clashing colours is his cousin Minjae wearing. The closer they got to the rendezvous point, the jumpier Yechan got. This is what you would call the equivalent of a race car warming up before taking off and whenever Yechan does it, it never failed to make Jongho chuckle because it was just too precious.

"Yechan!" Yujun screamed when he finally saw his cousin Yechan in Jongho's arms approaching them. Hearing Yujun call Yechan out, the rest of the boys ran away from their parents and out of their games to greet Yechan even though he was still quite further away from the rest of them. Yechan was more than happy to be welcomed though, he started wiggling around, trying to get out of his dad's grasp to run off and meet his cousins halfway. Any one of Jongho's friends would say that it's hard to get out of his grasp but as Yechan is his little baby, Jongho tends to be more gentle and less restrictive on him which was why Yechan was able to jump off and run free towards the nearest boy, Seeun.

One thing Yechan didn't account for was the contraption Jongho put on him not too long ago.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?" Wooyoung's boisterous voice rang as he fell into Yeosang who was trying to figure out what it was they were seeing. Seonghwa smacked Wooyoung on the backside of his head with his eyes widened in shock, "Can you not say the f word in front of my kid?" he scolded. Wooyoung could only kept laughing though, pointing at Jongho and Yechan, "How can I when the fuck i meant is Jongho with his kid on a leash!"

With that, the rest of the adults on the table; Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, and San snapped their heads to gawk at Yechan who was being pulled to the playground by his cousins as Jongho tailed behind with something in his hand that was attached to Yechan's body.

The closer Jongho got to his friends, the hotter his face felt. It was a huge relief that Yechan didn't seem to understand why his uncles found it so funny that he was tethered to his dad like so. Because Jongho was damn embarrassed for the both of them.

"Don't say anything," Jongho grumbled as he placed Yechan's diaper bag on the picnic table. Wooyoung was trying so hard to hold his laughter in, to the point that he looked like he was trying so hard to not shit his pants. Yunho and Yeosang were in a similar situation but not as severe, both of them sporting dumb grins on their faces as they watched the youngest dad trying his hard to not scream out of embarrassment. San on the other hand was still trying to figure out what it was he was seeing. "Is Yechan on time out or something? Is he being punished?" he asked, looking up at Jongho, not quite sure what he was actually seeing. Maybe Jongho forgot to unlatch the straps of Yechan's car seat and he's just THAT strong that he managed to rip the straps off?

With a groan, Jongho braced himself with the fakest smile he could muster. "No, it's called a safety child tether, it's supposed to-" Wooyoung cut him off before he could say what it's supposed to do, "It's a damn leash, Jongho, I bought Hunter's puppy's the same model but in a different colour," he laughed. At Wooyoung's words, Yunho burst out laughing while Yeosang turned to Yujun as a way to hold his tongue for the sake of the toddler. Thankfully, before Jongho could send Hunter home to his mom with a message that his dad is now floating in the next galaxy, San shoved a sandwich into Wooyoung's mouth to successfully shut him up. "Dude, Yechan's not a dog," he scolded his friend, receiving nothing but a scoff from him but thankfully no backtalk. Just as Jongho felt glad that at least one of his friends is defending him, San turned to look at him and stated with a deadpan look, "But yeah man, that's a leash." "It's not!" Jongho cried, plopping himself on a vacant spot, simultaneously pulling Yechan off of Junghoon and closer to him, "It's a child safety tether and (y/n)'s friend bought it when she heard that we got a runner in the family." Out of curiosity, Seonghwa took a seat closest to Jongho after handing Junmin his juice box, "Wait, which friend?" he asked, to which Jongho simply answered, "The middle-aged lady with like 6 succulents on her desk and always wear that red coat." All of his friends almost simultaneously smacked their foreheads in disbelief and it took Yeosang saying something to make Jongho understand, "You mean the lady with 6 dogs and counting?" It was then that Jongho looked down on Yechan and remembered what you told him after you brought home the so-called present, something about your friend using the same thing on her misbehaving child. "But she does have kids!" Jongho tried to defend himself. "Those dogs are her kids, Jongho, we all saw her Instagram page!" Yunho said, shaking his head.

Defeated, Jongho could only stare at his son who was staring up at him innocently. He felt bad and almost like he was responsible for putting him in such a position. Almost.

"And look who we have here!" Jongho heard Mingi call out.

He turned slightly and saw Mingi and Hongjoong walking towards them whilst carrying a cooler together. Wanting to greet them, Yechan let out a squeal and was about to take off on his own but he ended up flopping onto his stomach with an 'oof' instead because the tether held him back.

Sumin squeaked and ran to Yechan's side, followed by Hyunwoo who left his sister Soohyun with Junghoon to check if the toddler was okay. Jongho was about to jump in and hold the boy in case he cried, but Yechan only looked up and grinned goofily at everyone around him. Even as Sumin and Hyunwoo help him up, Yechan only giggled until Mingi crouched down in front of him.

"Why hello there... Puppy?" He joked, almost making Wooyoung choke on his water. "Hyung..." Jongho warned but Mingi just waved him off, "Look at you all happy!" Mingi pointed out which made Yechan giggle louder and stomp on his feet side by side, "Your tail's a-wagging!" Mingi exclaimed, causing Wooyoung to burst into another fit of laughter, surprising Hunter who wanted to ask him for his water bottle. San and Yunho had to drag him away before he burst his stomach. "Hyung, I swear," Jongho warned, pouting at how his friend was making his son seem more like a puppy. "Oh, lighten up, Jongho," Hongjoong chuckled, "You know your son is a good boy. A very, very good boy and we just want to appreciate that," he smirked. Realizing that Hongjoong had jumped in, Jongho could only groan and bury his face in his palm. "I swear, you guys are KILLING me," he grumbled into his own hands. Yechan took notice of his dad's posture and pouted, momentarily leaving his uncle Mingi to tap on his thigh, "Daddy, okay?" worry was obvious in his voice, not liking that his dad seemed distraught. "Maybe your dad just needs a drink, Yechannie. Here, fetch!" Mingi reached into the cooler and was about to pass Yechan a bottle of cold water. Thankfully, Jongho heard the command first and his head shot up to glare at the two people before him, "No, don't! Yechan, stay!"

The adults froze when Jongho slipped a command at his own son. They all needed a moment to process what had just happened but once complete realization was made, not even Seonghwa could hold in his laughter, he had to turn his body so as to not laugh even more while Hongjoong doubled over, holding his stomach. Yeosang was clutching his chest as he continuously slap Jongho's shoulder in amusement, laughing at both Jongho's situation and the fact that Mingi was on all fours on the ground, heaving like a cat trying to pass a furball. On the other side, a little bit further away, Yunho was laughing at how San and Wooyoung were completely on the ground, clutching their foreheads in pain as they laughed. They had managed to bump their foreheads together clumsily but not even that could stop them from laughing their asses off.

"Guys, please, you're all ADULTS with CHILDREN!" Jongho scolded angrily but the shade of red on his face indicated that he was rather embarrassed.

Confused, Yechan tugged his dad's pants and tilted his head to the side, "Uncles okay?" behind him stood Sumin who could only stare at his dad on the ground with his eyebrows furrowed. Hyunwoo had run off when he heard his dad laughing whilst saying 'ow', concerned and curious. Of course, Jongho would be more than happy to explain to his child that his uncles are crazy or that they were possessed, but Yechan was just a child and it would be such a shame to waste a good excuse in this situation. With a sigh, Jongho smiled at the boy and pat his head before removing the tethe- fuck it, it's a fucking leash, he removed it from his son's body before sending him and Sumin off to play, a cover because he was about to kick some grown-up ass.

Safe to say, you came home later in the day with the child leash ripped apart and shoved into the trashcan followed by Jongho ranting about how the day went. Even you had to admit it was funny but with your husband's passion for his son's justice, you decided to keep quiet and tease both him and Yechan at another day. Most likely the very next.

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Combined Beings (xii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, a bit of mature content ( English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“What do you want, Nabi?”

Jungkook kept his composure as he stared at the woman in front of him smiling at him. He wanted to grab his gun from behind, shoot her so he won’t see her face ever again, but he had to keep you safe. He had to keep you away from Nabi’s eyesight and words because she will try to belittle you.

“Hey,” she tilted her head to the side as she looked you up and down and Jungkook stood in her way, making her stare at him with amusement, “I’m Nabi.”

“Do not talk to her,” Jungkook snapped and Nabi rolled her eyes, sitting down in front of you two. She glanced at Jungkook.

“Are you going to sit down or not?”

You watched as Jungkook’s hand reached behind him and saw the gun under the light of his office he was going to reach. You grabbed his free hand that was formed into a fist, making him stare back at you. His eyes softened at remembering he and the others promised not to display violence in front of you. He knew he had to keep everything in him in order for you to be safe. You had to be safe.

Nabi watched the interaction. She couldn’t help but feel annoyed at how he was protecting you, his hand finding its way to your thigh. She hurt them, wounded them, so why were they getting closer to you? Did she not leave much of an impact on them?

“I’m surprised you got access to get in,” Jungkook said, his tone calm as he gripped your thigh. You softly cleared your throat as you watched Nabi and the way she eyed you. “What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to visit,” the woman answered, hiding her feelings behind her lies. She turned to look at you again. “What’s your name?”

“Do not speak to her,” Jungkook sternly said and you glanced between them, knowing it was best to stay quiet unless the boys told you it was fine. You didn’t know what type of person Nabi was, they knew her better. “I’m not kidding, Nabi.”

“I’m not going to do anything, Jungkook,” she rolled her eyes. “Relax.” She looked at you again and Jungkook scoffed. “What’s your name?”

You turned to look at Jungkook and he nodded. “My name’s Y/n.”

“Are you a worker here?” She asked and Jungkook glared at her, a deadpan expression on his face to showcase that he wasn’t kidding about how he was feeling about her talking to you. She smiled in a mocking way. “It’s very cute how they protect you. Are you sleeping with them?”

You noted the way she kept smiling, dragging out words that were clearly lies. She was such a beautiful girl and if she wasn’t such a bad person, you wished you had her as a friend. In the meantime, you could only show her that her words weren’t affecting you. You couldn’t show her that you were being affected by her words and will be affected if she speaks more.

“I’m not,” you smiled a little at her, placing a hand on top of Jungkook’s own so he could grip it instead of the skin of your thigh. But, he had his own thoughts as he continued gripping the flesh, hard enough for him to feel and soft enough for you to not be hurt. “I’m simply someone that got to know them.”

“Well, honey,” she got closer as if she were going to tell you a secret, “be careful. If you work for them and they find you attractive, they’ll sleep with you and try to fire you later when they’re done using you.”

Jungkook’s fingers shook as Nabi continued to speak, clearly trying her hardest to affect you and affect him.

“Jimin got closer to me first,” she went on. “He took me on friendly dates that then turned into dates, he called me pet names, protected me, and when he finally asked me out, they asked me out, too. It’s crazy, huh? To withhold such power knowing that your boyfriends, who are CEOs of the biggest company, can make anyone disappear in a flash if you ask.”

“Nabi, that’s enough,” Jungkook said, his lips then tightly pressing against one another to not let out any more words.

“I genuinely liked Jimin,” Nabi held eye-contact with you, glancing down at her freshly painted nails. “He was a good guy, a good boyfriend, but… they all started to ignore me, getting bored of me, and they will with you, too. They have one another and they have for years, they will realize soon into the relationship they don’t want you, they have enough. They’ll ignore you until you will leave.”

“Did that happen to you?” You asked and she snorted, shaking her head.

“They started ignoring me,” she answered. “I didn’t care. But, don’t let them fool you, Y/n. They’ve been in a relationship for years. They’re not gonna know how to handle a person they just met.” She eyed the way Jungkook grabbed you. “A word of advice, though, don’t let them touch you like that if you’re just their friend. That’s how they start.”

Jungkook’s hold loosened and you mentally sighed. You just fixed things with Jimin and now your overthinking was coming into play, and you knew that it will make you distance yourself.

“Get out,” Jungkook grumbled out, knowing that her words affected you. He stood up and headed towards his desk. “Get out before I call security.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nabi waved him off and she looked at you one more time. “I’ll see you soon, Y/n. It will be nice knowing you in the future.”

“You’ll never see her again, Nabi,” Jungkook didn’t spare her a glance as he spoke, but he did arch an eyebrow once she turned her head to eye him. She rolled her eyes.

“Be careful with them,” Nabi spoke loudly as she walked away, “they have never dated anyone that has your body shape.”

The door closed behind her as she walked out and the only thing heard was yours and Jungkook’s breathing. He looked at you but your eyesight was on your fingers, fidgeting with them.

“Y/n,” he breathed out but you shook your head and smiled a little at him, hoping not to worry him too much.

“I’ll get going,” you said, standing up. He walked towards you. “I have dinner with Ari and her mom and I can’t miss that dinner. I’ve missed enough.”

“Don’t listen to her,” he mumbled, grabbing your hand. You smiled sadly at him.

“It’s hard not to, Jungkook,” you said under your breath, knowing he understood you by the look on his face. You dropped his hand and walked away, hearing him sigh.

The person who talked to you was Nabi. Nabi their ex-girlfriend. The one who hurt them. So, why were her words getting to you? Because you knew that no one would like you because of your weight? Because you knew that men in South Korea preferred those who fit the beauty standards? It’s hard when someone tells you that you can’t have what you want after your friends have told you the opposite.

“Flower, you okay?”

Too into your thoughts, you had waited until the elevator’s doors opened, waiting for your turn, that you hadn’t noticed Jimin in front of you. He stared at you with a look of concern, worried.

“Don’t worry about me,” you mumbled, keeping a smile on your face. His brows were furrowed, fully knowing your words were lies. “I have to cancel our plans. I just… I hope you understand.”

He couldn’t say much but, he watched as you kept your gaze on the floor, pressing the button to the floor you worked on, and then the doors closing right in front of his face. He turned to look at Jungkook’s assistant who looked anywhere but him.

“Who was here?” He sternly asked and the woman looked at the papers in front of her.

“A woman named Nabi.”

That’s all he needed to hear to know that something went wrong. He hurried towards Jungkook’s office, opening it, and heading inside. He closed the door behind him and saw that Jungkook was sitting by his desk, face burried in his palms.

“What happened?” Jimin questioned and Jungkook sighed loudly. “Your assistant just told me Nabi was here.”

“She was,” Jungkook said, leaning back on his chair, staring at the ceiling. “She told her all these horrible things. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t defend us.”

Jimin couldn’t say anything, either. But, he walked towards Jungkook and hugged him, knowing that was all he needed.

They stayed in the position they were in for 20 minutes or so, having headed towards the couch, before the door open, the others pouring in. Jin came in first, followed by Namjoon, followed by Taehyung, and followed by Yoongi and Hoseok. Jin was seething, especially by the way the tips of his ears glistened with red and the way his eyes looked everywhere for the certain figure of the woman who hurt them.

“Where’s Y/n?” Yoongi asked, remembering from Taehyung’s words that you had been taken away by Jungkook.

“She left,” Jimin said, eyeing the clock and knowing that you already left the building. “Jungkook said Nabi told her some things.”

“I told you we should’ve killed her as soon as we caught her in the act!” Jin exclaimed, running a hand over his hair before taking off his blazer. “She’s not going to let any of us, any of you, be happy with Y/n. This is a good example on why we should’ve killed her.”

“I agree with Jin,” Yoongi piped in, nodding his head along the man’s words. Hoseok hummed in agreement, too.

“I don’t have any feelings for her and she deserves it.”

“Yeah and it’s a shitty one,” Namjoon said, giving them glares. “We cannot kill her just because she did us wrong. That’s not the type of people we are.”

“She’s done worse, Namjoon,” Jin argued and he sighed. “You know what? Fine. But, this time, I’m going to talk to Y/n. You assholes need to think about this and how Nabi is going to ruin anything you all want with her.”

He walked away and everyone stared after him, silence consuming them once they realized what his words. Namjoon sighed.

“Nabi didn’t just hurt us,” he started, glancing at each one of their faces. “She stole from other people. Single mother’s, homeless people, whichever. We’ve been focusing way too much on how she’s wronged us, we didn’t realize that her actions have impacted others very harshly.”

“I’ll call who we know that if they see her to bring her to us,” Yoongi spoke, grabbing his phone before leaving the room. The others then turned to look at Namjoon again as he was going to start orders.

“In the meantime,” he said, staring at Jungkook, “what did she tell y/n?”

“She started off by saying that since she’s someone who works for us and if we find her attractive,” everyone listened to Jungkook’s words very closely, “we’ll sleep with her and try to fire her later when we’re “done using her”. She just went on a rant about how she needs to be careful letting us touch her if we’re just going to keep her a friend and even said she’ll see her in the future.”

“I want to kill her,” those words escaped from Jimin’s lips, a serious expression on his face as his chest heaved up and down to calm himself.

“This is where y/n changed,” Jungkook went on. He took a deep breath. “Nabi told her that she needs to be careful because we’ve never never dated anyone that has her body shape.”

The silence was deafening. If anyone listened too closely, they would hear a pin dropping. If anything, they could hear the emotions bubbling in each one of them, especially Jimin.

Jimin was seriously going to kill Nabi. He was going to kill her if no one stopped him right then and there and held him back. He was going to kill her. He really was.

Taehyung immediately went to grab him from behind, noticing his change of features and attitude. “You need to hold yourself, Jimin.”

“She can’t be far,” Jimin scoffed, referring to Nabi. “I need my gun.”

While the boys calmed Jimin down, Jin was on his way to your house. It took a bit of convincing from Yoongi (he made him tell him “please” and then he would get the address) but Jin successfully got it. It wasn’t that far from your house.

When he came to see the house with the right numbers, he eyed the amount of plants littered on the front. There were even some cats eating some food obviously left out for them. He walked right up the stairs, fixing the sleeves of his shirt before knocking on the wooden door.

“What are you doing here?” He turned his head to the side and saw you there, holding some plants in your hand. Your professional clothes were long gone and you were wearing some shorts and a shirt that Jungkook had left behind. His guards immediately their guns at you and you glanced at them, groaning under your breath. “I’m the owner of this house.”

Jin watched you, nodding his head at the ones taking care of his back. But, he remembered you had talked to him. “I just wanted to come by and see you.” You frowned out of confusion and nodded your head slowly.

“Well, now you saw me and you can leave,” you walked off and he stared at you with a mouth agape. He quickly followed after you. “Who even gave you my address? I specified that I didn’t want you to know.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he waved you off but he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from moving forward. “We need to talk.” You have him a deadpan look and he continued. “Jungkook mentioned that Nabi talked to you.”

“Ah, yes,” you breathed out and you continued to do your thing. You got on your knees and looked up at him. “If you expect me to answer to you, you can help me.”

He thought about it and he went with it once he knew he couldn’t catch your attention. So he too got on his knees, his pants and hands getting dirty. He helped you plant some things you needed, glancing at you once in a while once he saw you were obviously thinking about something.

“Nabi… is not a great person,” Jin started and when you looked at him, he dodged your eyes once he felt your stare. “It was true what I told you at the restaurant by the way. How it ended, I do feel sorry about that.” Now it was your turn to ignore his gaze. “You shouldn’t feel hurt by her words or whatever she told you. That’s her goal, that’s what she intends to do.”

“What hurt the most is that…” You debated whether you should be honest with him. “I’m not the standard. I’m not. I don’t normally feel insecure, but it’s just bullying after bullying as if my body shape isn’t normal to have.” He watched as you stopped what you were doing, taking a seat. “Nabi is beautiful, she is. She’s insanely beautiful and I understand why the guys fell for her, I would even fall for her.”

He chuckled lowly and nodded his head slowly. “Good to know.”

“It’s just hard,” you admitted, letting out a sigh. “Sometimes it’s hard to live here when even my own mother criticizes my own body or I can’t go somewhere by myself or a guy tries to grab my ass. I’m either sexualized or hated on. It’s hard.”

“And Nabi didn’t help?”

“I fell for Jimin,” you admitted, chuckling sarcastically as you found the situation ironic. “For everyone. Well, except you… You’ve done nothing but hurt my feelings.”

He looked at the way your cheeks heated up and he placed a hand on your arm. “You’ve done nothing but been nice to me and I apologize for hurting you when you only wanted to get to know me.” You watched as he leaned against his hands. “It’s hard taking care of 6 boys whose hearts have been broken by a girl who had just come into our relationship. It’s scary to know how easily they can get hurt by other people brought into our relationship, and it’s up to me to take care of us because I can handle heartbreak.”

“You were protecting them from me?” You asked and he hummed.

“I didn’t know your intentions, and I know it’s not a right excuse,” he snorted and continued, “but they become attached very easily. Their hearts are kind and it’s funny since, you know… what we do for work.” You chuckled at his words. “But, I needed to be there to keep them in check, to let them know that they’ve been hurt and they shouldn’t make the same mistake as before work Nabi.”

“We could’ve talked,” you whispered to him and he nodded.

“I know,” he mumbled. “But it’s hard for me to express my own emotions since I’m always so focused on the others emotions. I don’t really care for mine.”

You eyed his sensitivity and the way he couldn’t make eye contact with you. He was fidgeting with his fingers, nervous and anxious.

“It’s going to be a long road of me forgiving you,” you admitted and he nodded, “but I’m willing to start a new friendship with you.”

His head snapped towards you and a small smile tainted his lips. He took out a dirty hand and you did, too, shaking his.

“Now,” he started, looking around, “why are you planting when the sun is setting?”

You snickered. “When I get stressed or I’m just angry, I just plant. Plants are very much alive but, at least, they don’t have mouths to piss me off even more or to make me more anxious.”

“Are you the type of person to compliment them?”

“I-” You immediately sat up. “They grow more! Do not judge. If I want to call them pretty, they shall be called pretty. I will give them all the praise if they need that in order to grow.”

He chuckled at your defense. “Good to know. I’ll make sure to buy you more plants then?” You raised an eyebrow his way. “I have a lot of money, I can give you any type of plants. Just tell me which ones you want and I’ll buy them for you?”

“Are you sure?” You asked and he nodded.

“As long as we plant them together, it seems calming,” he answered and you smiled at this new him. You were just happy now he was opening up to him. “But, I also wanted to add… You’re honestly beautiful, Y/n. I’m serious. Nabi is pretty on the outside, but she’s nothing but trash in the inside. You are beautiful on the outside and inside and that’s what makes you stand out. I speak for the boys, but they’ll choose you over her any day and any time.”

You smiled a bit bigger at his words. “Thanks, Jin. But, if my feelings ever make you feel uncomfortable, I will stop hanging out with them. Just tell me the word.”

He laughed at your expression, so serious. “Y/n, I’m not worried. If anything, it would be a privilege to fall for you.”

You noted the way his gaze didn’t stray away this time you looked at him. “I promise I won’t hurt them and I won’t hurt you.” He simply looked at you and you couldn’t look away, either. You couldn’t. “Thank you for being here.”

“I will take it as long as you go to dinner with Jimin tomorrow. He’s mad at what Nabi told you.”

You smiled at his words and nodded. “I’ll call him later tonight while I make you dinner.”

“I’ll help you.”

moth to a flame || J.Y

Summary: He'll chase you down until you love him.

Pairing: villain!Yunho x female!reader

Words: Shakira, Shakira, eres tu?

Genre: Smut, Angst, Miscellaneous; Long

⚠️ I am not romanticizing any of this stuff, it is called villain!Yunho because these things are bad. If you need warnings don't read my stuff you never know⚠️

The sight of silver hair under a hood in the night, a faint whistle in the distance, and the sound of heavy boots hitting the concrete was the townspeople's worst nightmare. Sometimes he would carry around an axe, a crowbar, or a bat, that he would drag against the floor or hit against the brick walls as if it were a warning saying "beware, here I come".

Coming across this man - if he could even be called that, as no one could believe someone so merciless could be human - meant certain death most times.

He did occasionally just wish to strike fear upon people, but he was known for stealing, vandalizing, murdering, disfiguring, torturing... Everything you could think of and more.

It was quite easy to avoid him, one should simply remain inside as soon as the sun began to set, but to everyone's dismay, the cold-blooded killer started becoming bored, he wanted to see how many people he could terrify at the same time.

Unfortunately for you, you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. You had just exited your favourite café, drink still hot in your hand, when you heard tired screeching, as cars came to a halt, and a bunch of beeping. You turned your head to look at what you presumed was an irresponsible driver, but instead found a man.

A tall man, dressed fully in black, with his hood pulled over his head, standing in the middle of the road as if he were immortal, as if he knew the cars would swerve in his favour and not hit him. The man stood there, like a menacing shadow watching everyone's moves.

It wasn't until the wind blew over and revealed part of his silver hair and his menacing smile that people recognized who he was. The city came to a halt, and not a breath to be heard.

"I don't think I've introduced myself!" He shouted, reaching into the duffle bag by his side "My name is Yunho!"

The man pulled out two AK's and shot them at the sky. He then watched, with a smile on his face, as people scrambled out of their cars, running to safety. Others, perfectly depicting the egoism of the human race, locked themselves inside buildings, leaving their neighbours to fend for themselves outside.

Yunho sat on the hood of a car, tongue stuck out, with a huge smile on his face, as he watched the people run around like bugs hit with bug spray as if it was his own work of abstract art. The desperation of a human.

Once again hit by the worst luck possible, you ran back to the café you had just been in and tugged on the door handle. Locked. You banged on the wooden door, begging for them to let you in, but it seemed you were on your own.

You looked behind, hoping he hadn't caught you struggling and shaking in fear, but just then, you made eye contact with him.

Shit.

You wiggled the door handle as if you were strong enough to break a lock and burst in, but it was too late.

Yunho slowly removed his hood and climbed off of the car, to take a better look at you. The man's eyes widened, bewildered by your beauty, and in disbelief that someone so alluring could even be real. He took long, slow strides to get to you, your heart racing faster and faster at every step.

By the time he had gotten to you, you here crouched on the floor, your legs seemingly too weak to stand, eyes closed shut and back against the door.

Yunho grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look him in the eye. Somehow your terror, your fear... It did not please him. He did not want you to feel fear.

"Please... Don't kill me." You begged, your voice coming out in nothing but a small whimper.

Yunho tilted his head. He couldn't understand why you would think that he would kill someone so... perfect.

Before he could say anything sirens sounded in the background, seemingly getting closer and closer. Yunho grabbed your wrist and threw you inside of a random car that still had the keys in the ignition and he blasted off before the cops saw him.

In your head your death sentence had been signed, you were done for. You rested your head against the car seat and let your arms fall limp to your sides. Your relaxed outside did not match the insane heart beating inside of your chest. You wanted to run, but you knew there was no point, you were dead. Alive, but dead.

Suddenly, the car stopped. You knew that because you felt the machine coming to a halt, not because you saw it since all you could see was the world around you spinning.

There was a breeze coming from your side, and you heard a voice mixed with the endless ringing in your ear, but you couldn't make out what it said, so you didn't reply.

It wasn't until you felt the man pick you up bridal style that you lost the rest of your senses and everything went blank.

When you woke up you were in a comfortable bed, the most comfortable you had ever been. The duvet was made of feathers, the pillows were silky and there was a dim light coming from the headboard of the bed, so you could see your surroundings. To your right, big windows that displayed a beautiful view of the city's lights at night. To your left, an open door that, from what you could see, lead to a walk-in dresser, and on its side was a display case, full of trophies and pictures. In front of you was a wide door, with several paintings decorating the walls, and a vanity.

This room was pristine, well-decorated, and organized. Where the fuck were you!?

Suddenly you heard footsteps come your way, and the calm, heavy paces reminded you of the scenery previous to your black out. Your chest became heavy again, as if someone was sitting on it, and your breaths were harder to control.

You saw a tall, large figure in the glass of the large door in front of you, and it then opened slowly, revealing everyone's worst nightmare for the last two months: Yunho.

You gripped the sheets and sat up, knowing there was nowhere to run, and watched as the door revealed the whole man.

His hand reached for the light switch and he turned on the ceiling lights to look at you.

He had large sweatpants on, as well as a large, black t-shirt. He was barefoot, and honestly looked like a silver-haired Ryuzaki: with pale skin, dark circles and messy hair. He tilted his hair wile examining your body language.

You watched as he climbed on the bed, hovering on top of you. His face was a mere centimeters away from yours. He then stepped back and sat, cross-legged, in front of you.

"Are you scared of me?" The man asked, almost confused.

He looked like a little kid asking his parents if he was in trouble after spilling juice on the carpet.

Your throat felt like it was closed up, and you couldn't speak, so you just slowly nodded. You couldn't blink either, almost as if your brain had this idea that he would vanish the second your eyes closed.

The man frowned, he seemed angry at the response. He seemed to think he had done nothing to earn your fear.

"Why?" He asked, voice deep and serious.

"Y-You kill people... You torture them a-and you steal!" You explained, voice raising from the stress and fear.

"And that makes me a bad person?"

It was almost as if he lacked all sense of... anything, really.

"It does. You rob people of their life, of their freedom, of their stuff." You said, gesturing to the bedroom you were in.

"How do you know about all that? Have you seen it?" He asked, holding his head up with his head in amusement.

"Well, I saw you shoot two huge guns in the middle of the street yesterday." You argued.

Yunho shrugged.

"And who died?"

He did have you there... No one died...

"You stole someone's house!"

There was silence.

"What, you mean this house?" Yunho asked, gesturing around him.

"Yes."

Yunho laughed.

"This is my house princess. I was born here."

This time the silence came from you, as you were processing the words that came out of his mouth.

Yunho licked his lips and bit his lower lip as he got closer to your face.

"What? Only poor people get to be bad people? Rich people are such good souls, who could ever imagine a rich person being bad?"

"So you admit you're 'bad'." You said, nervously.

His hand wrapped around your neck, gently and slowly.

"I am bad, and I love being bad." Yunho whispered in your ear.

"B-but why? You got money, why do you do all that stuff when you could just... live comfortably? If- If you had issues surely you'd have the means to solve them."

He sat back on his heels.

"You seem to be under the impression that just because people don't have money they're more prone to be villains."

"Sorry, I don't mean that, I'm just asking... why?"

Yunho giggled.

"You're asking for what? My villain origin story?"

"I... guess."

Yunho sat against the headboard and moved you to sit on his lap. He didn't look very strong but committing crimes must've helped.

"Well, my curious little princess," he started, caressing your face, as he held you in place with his hand on your thigh "my mom worked in the government and my dad was a scientist. They didn't spend a lot of time at home because of their jobs but they were great parents and I loved them. When I was around 15 they started being home a lot more. The blinds were always shut for some reason and there had always been security around the house but it tripled around this time. Turns out my dad had made a discovery that would drastically help at least slow down climate change, and my mom had found out via her position that several world leaders and powerful CEO's were trying to cover it up because they would lose profit, they would lose benefits, they would lose the ability to control people based on their fear. My dad tried to spread the information but he was either intercepted or denied due to everyone's fear of 'the higher-ups'. They ended up being killed in front of me. I was hiding so no one saw me, but they were shot dead and dragged away. All of their work was stolen. I didn't even get to bury them, I didn't get to say goodbye, I didn't get to say I loved them one last time."

Yunho's eyes were glossy and they were fixated on the wall, almost as if he was re-living the images in his head. He blinked away the tears and looked at you, all emotion absolutely gone, and instead replaced by a blank stare.

"They tried to be good and in return, they got killed. So what good is it to be merciful, to try to help?"

"Yunho I am sorry that happened to you, but why do you do it to innocent people? What wrongs have those people from yesterday committed?"

"Probably a lot. No one's innocent. But it's a vice. I started with specific targets, a couple politicians, scientists, government officials, a couple wives and husbands of said people, etc... Everyone that betrayed my parents that I could target. It became a vice, seeing people's fear and panic, I loved it. I loved that I could finally do that to them, and I can't stop now. Let it be known, however, that I never actually hurt innocent people. I just scared them a little to... keep them in line, let's say. Any news saying otherwise are copycats trying to ride on my coattails." Yunho said with a smile.

There was a smile and silence before he could speak again.

"But I didn't like the fear on your face, I really did not like it at all. I don't ever want to see you scared."

"Me? Why?"

Yunho caressed your face, and then the curves of your body.

"Because you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life."

Your body instantly felt hot and you couldn't keep eye contact.

"And your way to make me not scared is to kidnap me?"

"Well, I wanted to show you I'm not that evil. I'm pretty alright!"

"What if... I want to leave."

Yunho gripped your thighs harder.

"I'm afraid that would not be possible."

"This is why... This is why I'm afraid of you."

The man's grip loosened slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you go."

You pushed yourself off of Yunho and stared him down, angrily.

"So you take me against my will and then won't let me leave!? And then you try to tell me you're not a villain?"

Before Yunho could reply you ran out of the bedroom. You weren't really sure where you were going but you wanted to be away from him. You ended up in a different bedroom, where you tried to hide in the closet. The house was huge, from what you could tell, so it would at least give you some good minutes alone.

It took about 2 minutes from that thought until Yunho found you. He knelt down beside you and gripped your neck.

"I loved this game," he said, licking a stripe across your jaw "too bad I have cameras everywhere, princess."

You looked at him with teary eyes.

"Please... Let me leave, I'm scared."

Yunho frowned at the words.

"I don't like it when you're scared. Stop that."

"I... I can't. I can't stop it."

"I will make you fall in love with me then."

You scrunched your face in disgust.

"Okay, Don Massimo, that is creepy."

The man looked confused, and tilted his head, as if asking "what the fuck are you talking about!?".

"Don Massimo? The dude from 365 Dni?" You explained further, but he still seemed to not get the reference "It's a movie about this one guy that stalks this woman and then kidnaps her and says that he will try to make her fall in love with him in 365 days, if she doesn't he will let her go. That kind of seems like what you're doing."

Yunho's ears perked up and his eyes glistened.

"Is this an interest of yours? The movie? Let's watch it!"

Before you could protest and explain why that would be beyond uncomfortable and a terrible idea, Yunho was dragging you across the house to the ridiculously big and luxurious living room.

"Yunho, I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why?" The tall male said, as he ignored your complaints and rented the movie.

"It will be... uncomfortable."

"Why?" He asked, again, like a broken record, pressing play and dragging you to the couch.

"There's weird scenes..." You tried your best to explain.

You probably should've been explicit, but you were a little shy to blurt to this stranger "I don't want to watch hardcore porn next to you".

"I'll be fine, I've done stuff that some people find uncomfortable."

And with that, you shut your mouth, on one side a little anxious about the awkwardness that would ensue, but also a little curious as to if Yunho would be uncomfortable by something like that.

You let the scenes ride and watched the (awful) movie until the first sex scene came up: a blowjob. Nothing too extreme, but sexual nevertheless. You looked at Yunho sneakily, so he wouldn't realize you were staring. He was definitely a little more tense, but nothing too extreme.

It went all relatively well until the first hard sex scene began. Yunho's legs spread instinctively until his knee touched your leg, and after a particular choking scene, he whimpered.

Your head shot to look at him, and his head was resting on the couch, looking at you with hazy eyes and pink cheeks.

"I really wanna do that to you... Please." Yunho whispered in your ear.

Your body felt hot, and your stomach felt like it was twirling. You wanted to press your legs together and grip the sofa's cushions, but in no way, shape, or form did you want Yunho to know how aroused you felt.

Yes, he had kidnapped you, but he was tall, attractive, strong, he had huge hands and to hear a dangerous man like that whimper and beg for you... It did things to you. The extra adrenaline coming from the danger element didn't help the case either.

"Talk about being attracted to toxic men." You thought.

Someone once said "It's better when it feels wrong" and you thought the sentence stupid until that precise situation, where you were perfectly aware of how fucked up it was.

"I said it would be uncomfortable. I'm not doing anything." You desperately hoping he would drop it, 'cause if he pushed you any further you'd give in.

To your surprise, he stood up.

"I don't want to be pushy, I accept your no."

He started to walk away, leaving you confused.

"Where are you going?" You asked, not moving from your place.

Yunho stopped for a second and looked over his shoulder, in your direction.

"If you're not gonna finish me off, then I will." He resumed his walk and then stopped once more "Don't try to leave, I have people outside that won't be as gentle as I am."

All of the speech sent a slight shiver down your spine, but you remained in place. You heard a door close in the distance and immediately sighed and relaxed against the couch.

"What. The. Fuck. What the fuck is going on!?" You asked yourself.

You figured you had a bit of time to kill, so you turned off the awkward movie and began your tour around the stranger's house. It was humongous, it had a modern stereotypical 21st century mansion vibe, and the rest of the place followed suit with the bedroom: clean and organized. No one would've guessed it was the house of a killer.

At some point, you began recognizing the paintings on the walls so you figured you had ended up back in the same place. You were about to turn around and try to find undiscovered areas when you heard a sound. The most beautiful, butterflies-in-the-stomach creating sound.

You got closer to make sure it was what you thought it was (or that was what you tried to convince yourself was the reason, deep down you just wanted to hear it better).

Yunho was whimpering and moaning like there was no one else in the house like there was no one to hear him fucking himself like crazy. You pressed your ear against the door, and your legs started rubbing together.

"If you're gonna be pressed up against the door listening to me can I at least be behind you?"

You froze at the sound of Yunho's voice, and he could tell by the way your legs stopped that you didn't know what to do. Yunho chuckled and fuck was it beautiful.

"The door isn't opaque, it's just like a car's tinted windows, I can see you, but you can't see me. Come in, princess. This time you can't deny you want me, you came to me."

You were hesitant as you reached toward the door handle, and again, Yunho could tell from your movements.

"Fuck," he groaned "ignore the fucking moral conflict in your head and come fuck me."

That was about what broke you. You were already very near the limit, it wouldn't have taken a lot to break you, and that surely did.

You opened the door confidently, but shut it back shyly, after seeing Yunho. The room was purple from the LED lights and there were all kinds of sexual paraphernalia on the walls. Yunho was lying on the bed, fully naked, fringe stuck to his forehead due to all the sweat, chest heaving up and down, and a black, leather choker that connected his neck to the headboard with the help of a chain.

Yunho called you over with his finger, and a cocky smirk on his face.

You walked over to him, slowly, very wary of his surroundings. Taking note of this, Yunho grabbed something and threw it at you. When you caught it you stared at your hands until your eyes adjusted to the lights and you could make out what it was. A key.

Yunho sat up on the bed and leaned forward, until the chain stopped him.

"I'm all tied up princess, you got control over me. Now come here."

You set the key on the ground, far from him, and stepped closer. When you were by the bed you turned around and removed your jeans. Slowly and with your ass perked up so he could take a good look at it.

With one hand, Yunho jerked himself off, and with the other he smacked and groped your ass.

You playfully slapped his hand away.

"Are you gonna make me beg, princess?"

You got on top of him, your clothed cunt rubbing against his hard cock.

"Maybe."

Yunho rolled his eyes back into his head and his hips against yours.

"Please, use me as you want, princess."

You bent down and kissed his neck, letting him grab your ass and push your core against his cock. He incessantly rubbed his cock against you as you worked on his neck, until you sat up to remove your shirt.

Yunho whimpered and bit his lip at the mere sight. You then kissed down his abdomen, until your lips reached his tip.

You started slowly, taking his tip in your mouth, sucking on it, and helping out with your hand. As time went by, you were taking more and more of him, until his hand was tangled in your hair and his cock was hitting the back of your throat. After a while, he was thrusting his hips into you, but he suddenly pulled on your hair, taking his cock off of your mouth.

You looked up at him, wondering if you did something wrong.

"I don't wanna cum in your mouth. I want to cum in you, make you mine."

You smiled and climbed on top of him. Your lips hovered over his, slightly touching but not enough to be called a kiss, until you thought "fuck it" and kissed him. It was sensual and intense, but not teeth-clashing rough. You could tell he was trying not to hurt you.

His hands gripped your ass and guided your body to grind against his cock. Said hands then sneakily made their way up your body and removed your shirt.

"I feel like I've begged enough, princess. just ride me."

You ran your tongue across your teeth and removed the remaining underwear.

"As you wish, baby."

Slowly, and with Yunho's help, you inserted him in you. The male threw his head back, his neck complimented by the accessory holding him back, and moaned.

"Shit, fuck- Who knew you could look ever better." Yunho commented with a shit-eating grin as you began riding him.

You grabbed your tits and sped up the pace. You were both a sweaty, whimpering mess. The look on Yunho's face made you forget how wrong and fucked up the situation was, and all you could focus was on how hot he was, and you horny he got you.

Yunho smacked your ass and guided your hips up and down his cock.

"You're doing so good princess, fuck."

"Shit Yunho, you're so big-"

"Do I make you feel good? Hm?" He asked, delivering another spank to your ass.

"Yes- yes, so good."

With those words, and the beautiful way his name sounded leaving your lips, Yunho broke free of his restraints and flipped you around.

You looked at him, shocked.

"I could always break free from that, I just wanted you to feel safe until you felt comfortable, and given the situation," he said, pausing to look at the way his cock entered you "I'm pretty sure you're comfortable."

You gripped his neck and pulled his face down, closer to yours.

"You little shit." You said, before closing the gap and kissing him.

Your hands gripped the hair on the back of his head as he fucked you. Your moans mixed with Yunho's in the kiss.

When his pace picked up he pulled away from your lips.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna feel you up good, yeah?"

"Fuck, fuck- yes!"

Three strong thrusts and Yunho buried his cocks deep in you, as he came with a loud groan.

He wasn't done, however. After you felt his dick slip out of you, it was replaced with his fingers and tongue, playing with you expertly until you came.

Yunho then handled you with care, pulling the sheets over your body and laying next to you, keeping you company while you slept.

The next day you woke up in a different bed and were quite startled until you found Yunho next to you. His eyes peeled open, as you ended up waking him by moving so violently.

"Good morning." He said with a groggy voice.

His hair was messy and his cheeks were red and puffy. You couldn't believe that was the face of a killer.

"How did I get here?"

"Oh I carried you here, I wasn't going to let you sleep in a sex room."

At least he was caring... You guessed.

Surprisingly, Yunho's cockiness was correct. The man was intoxicating. The way he cared for you, the way he fucked you, the way he loved you... It was unlike anyone else. You stopped being scared of him and started feeling safe. Even when he let you leave, you didn't. This was the one time you allowed yourself to do something ludicrous and spontaneous, a fucking stupid thing that would come back to bite you in the ass but while you were in it you enjoyed it more than anything else. Yunho brought out a side of you you didn't know you had, but enjoyed nevertheless.

The way he would leave the house and drive across the world to buy you authentic Italian pizza if that's what you wanted... It was the man you deserved. And for that, you were willing to ignore the crimes.

The crimes that died down once you appeared in his life, he was so intoxicated by you, so completely drunk in love that any rage or hatred was completely absorbed and vanished.

It was the same love that made him careless, his head was in the clouds and he lived and breathed for you. And the same way he lived for you, he died for you.

After years of searching, Yunho was tracked down, his recent negligence lead to him being followed, and three months after you had initially been brought to his house, gunfires were heard outside. Yunho, that was kissing you in the middle of the living room, pulled away and looked at you.

He was terrified. It was the first time, ever since that dreadful night when he was 15, that Yunho felt scared.

He was terrified to lose you, he was terrified that you'd feel scared again and he wasn't there to make you feel safe.

"Yunho?" You asked, looking at him with worry.

His eyes filled with tears, that, no matter how hard he tried to fight back, eventually ran down his cheeks. The man smiled, knowing his fate. The payback for his crimes... Life was indeed cruel, and he asked why must his happiness be taken twice.

"It will be okay, princess. Don't be scared, please." He held your face in his hands and kissed you softly.

"It won't Yunho! Please! Let's run."

"I have to pay for what I've done, but you have to go, before they see you."

There was a loud thud and a bunch of heavy steps echoed in the house.

"I will be with you until the end." You told him.

And Yunho didn't fight it. He held you close and kissed you, tears streaming down his face. The kiss was full of emotion. There was need, desperation, love and sadness to the mix.

"He's here!" You heard a loud voice yell right by your side.

"I'm not afraid, because I'm with you."

BANG. BANG. BANG.

"And I love you."

After those four words, Yunho's eyes closed for the last time, and he let himself go. He didn't get to say he loved you, but you knew, and you knew you'd never love like that again.

video games | jeon jungkook

pairing: pornstar! jk x pornstar! reader

word count: 4.5k

summary: you’re a confident, famous pornstar, and just to your luck you’ve been assigned to work with another famous pornstar, jeon jungkook.

warnings: pwp, bl*wjobs, p*ssy eating, unprotected s*x, f*ngering, mentions of choking, spanking, rough s*x, reader is kinda shy, dom jk, sub reader, tiddie sucking, heavy making out, marking, brief h*ndjob, creampies, it’s just filth idk

"Alright, that's a wrap for today."

You heave out a relieved sigh, having just come down from one of the many intense orgasms you'd experienced throughout today's shoot.

The broad lighting surrounding you dims and you gather the strength to stand up a few moments later, a member of the crew handing you a white robe to cover yourself up with, you waste no time to put it on before scurrying towards the entrance of the bathroom to clean up.

Once you come back out, you're met with your partner who nods his head at you encouragingly.

"Good job today."

"You too." You respond almost breathlessly, offering him a kind gaze before whipping your head in the direction of where you heard your name suddenly being called.

"Y/N! Over here, quick." Your director exclaims, almost too loudly for someone who was barely meters away from you. He had a somewhat giddiness in his tone and you couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow, curiosity swarming your body as you brushed past the other male to approach the cheerful man.

"What is it, Joon?" You ask, subconsciously accepting the water bottle he handed to you before actually catching notice of it once he brought it up. "First, have this, you're looking a little dehydrated." You send him a puzzled look, nonetheless unscrewing the lid and taking a few sips before urging for him to get to the point.

"Right." Namjoon clears his throat, formality didn't exactly exist between you two, over the years your director had become someone you'd gotten close to, which meant it wasn't out of the ordinary for him to be acting like a highschool girl who'd just seen her crush when declaring important news to you.

"So, I don't know if you've heard, but Jeon Jungkook has joined our agency." Your eyes instinctively widen and Namjoon notices.

"Jeon Jungkook? As in, the insanely hot one?" Namjoon grins and nods, motioning his finger in front of you to prevent you from reacting just yet. "And that's not the end of it. For his first shoot, we wanted it to be a special occasion, so we gave him the opportunity to decide who he wants to work with, and his answer was you.”

You almost spit out the water you were in the midst of swallowing, your eyes bulging impossibly wider before you grant yourself a moment to process Namjoon's words.

Jeon Jungkook knows who you are, it's inevitable he hasn't watched at least one of your films if he enjoyed you enough to choose you out of anyone.

Not to mention, Jeon Jungkook is an incredibly famous actor within the porn industry, he practically gets pussy thrown at him left and right and yet here you were, on the brink of receiving a piece for yourself without even having to reach out to him first.

Jungkook is buff, inked up, he has a full sleeve tattoo which in particular makes your mouth water, not as much as his huge cock does, though. There was obviously a reason he was a mastermind at pleasing women, not to discredit his fingers, you were sure he was skilled in all aspects.

Needless to say, you were in disbelief, anxious and especially wet simultaneously, you hadn't realized how long you'd been drooling over Jungkook in your thoughts until Namjoon abruptly snapped you out of them.

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" He clicks his fingers, and you quickly apologize before shaking your head continuously, blinking a few times before finally answering, pointing to yourself.

"Me? Joon, are you sure Jeon Jungkook wants to work with me?"

"Yes, Y/N, for crying out loud, don't pretend you aren't practically one of, if not, the hottest girl in this industry, anyone would be on their knees for you."

Though you were flattered at Namjoon's words, you knew a part of it was just him being a typical, supportive best friend. However, you let the doubt cross your mind, the important thing was you were going to be working with Jungkook sooner or later and you needed to focus on that, even if it caused nervousness to bubble inside your tummy.

"How soon are we talking? I need time to prepare."

"Next Friday." Namjoon cuts you off. You gasp a little too dramatically as you instantly think of the date. It was already Thursday, that's only slightly over a week of time you have to ponder.

"... Okay, I'll see you then."

Your words almost get caught in your throat, you and Namjoon share a conversation of details about the shoot before you finally head out to change into a fresh set of clothes and finish up with work for the day, or week, should you say. You hadn't been booked for any other sessions prior to the one with Jungkook and that put you at ease, you wanted to be your absolute best for him.

Friday, the day of the shoot.

You launch out of bed as the obnoxious sound of your alarm ringing painfully through your ears awakens you out of your slump. You check the time, 6:30 am, it reads. You had about an hour to take a shower and get ready.

The entire week, you hadn't went a minute without thinking of the upcoming shoot you were about to have with Jeon Jungkook. Yesterday you'd went to an appointment you'd booked for a full body wax and damn, you looked good, although it did hurt like hell.

Your confidence had sky-rocketed amongst the last few days and you were proud to say you weren't feeling as nervous about it anymore. You avoided watching any content involving Jungkook because you wanted to wait for the real deal, having him for yourself, in the flesh and up close sounded much more appealing than looking at him through a screen.

With that, you check your watch before locking yourself away in the bathroom, taking a short-lived shower and coming back out to do your hair and makeup, the two things that were most important to you right now.

7: 10 am.

"Shit, I gotta get going.” You mumbled to yourself as you finished applying your eyeliner. You'd already changed into a different set of clothes beforehand, so without another thought, you hopped out of your desk's chair and hurriedly rushed downstairs to make it to the shoot in time. You weren't that worried, it was a 10 minute drive from your house and the shoot was scheduled for 7:45, but you were you and anxiousness was something you couldn't avoid, not when it was about Jeon Jungkook.

Heck, you hadn't even been gifted the chance to meet this guy and yet you were expected to have a full blown porn shoot with him in approximately 30 minutes, anyone would be nervous. You sighed to yourself as you grabbed your car keys out the small bowl sat just beside your house door before sprinting out of it and to your car that was parked in your garage.

Once you'd reached your workplace, you didn't expect Jungkook to already be standing in the designated room for you two, both his and your director's heads whipping around to your direction as you hesitantly walked through the door. To your surprise, Jungkook was the first to approach you while Namjoon stayed put, glancing over at you both as if he wanted to give you privacy while being not-so discreet.

"Hi! It's a pleasure to meet you and I’m so honored to work with you. I'm Jungkook, by the way, big fan of your work." He extended a hand out for you, you gladly complied and held onto it while trying your best to keep your composure, hoping you weren't being too obvious as you eyed the man in all of his glory. He was most definitely hot, even hotter in person and your gaze was practically fixated on him. The way he towered above you had you almost weak on your knees, you swallowed hard as you imagined the thought of him being inside of you in the upcoming hour.

"I'm Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you too, Jungkook." To your luck, you didn't stumble on your words. The taller male offered you his infamous bunny smile, and now you had the chance to admire how truly handsome he was. His dark locks fell just above his eyes, you could see how they glinted with slight mischief mingled with admiration and it made you wonder what he was thinking. Was he having similar thoughts? Probably not.

You were wrong. Jungkook knew from the beginning he wanted you. He'd dreamed of having just one chance to sleep with you at any given moment and yet it never happened. You were too booked and busy and so was he, and though you were never aware of his undergoing plan to eventually meet you, he sure was. Once he received the offer to be apart of the agency you were in, he instantly accepted, it was one step closer to you and it was also to his luck he got to pick any client to shoot his first film on this job with.

Though he hid it better, Jungkook was also nervous. It's almost as if you underestimated how insanely stunning you were and how every guy does or has wanted a piece of you at one point, you were on the same wavelength as Jungkook within the porn industry, you two together was undeniably a perfect combination. Maybe that's why Namjoon was over the moon about this, he knew this was going to be a hit.

Jungkook was insanely head over heels for you, if there was anyone he'd ever dreamed of working with, it'd be you, and here he was. Here you both were, occasionally stealing glances of each other unnoticeably. You hadn't even caught the way he licked his bottom lip, almost sucking his piercing in as his dark gaze landed directly on your exposed cleavage, given how much he towered above you, it was inevitable that he'd see it from this angle. You were too busy scanning your eyes across his toned body, he was absolutely ripped and his see-through, white shirt did nothing to hide that, then you glanced down further, meeting his bulge. The tent in his sweatpants was already huge and it didn't even seem like he was hard.

You peered back up at him, seeing the way his own gaze stuck to you before you made eye contact once again, before either one of you could speak up, though, your director announced.

"10 minutes 'till the shoot! Start preparing, you two."

Your face heated up and you instantly looked to Jungkook for reassurance, he nodded at you and guided you towards the bed sat in the middle of the room, you both landed on the mattress with the added weight of his body causing it to dip slightly further.

Jungkook turned towards Namjoon, feeling the need to address what exactly he wanted from you in this shoot.

"Anything, give Y/N whatever you've got, the audience are gonna love it either way." He replied, sending you both a thumbs up. Honestly, you were a little unsure about the meaning of "anything", but knowing Jungkook, he most likely had it under control. You were down to let him do whatever he wanted to you.

"You don't mind that, right?" Jungkook asked, causing you to hum politely before shaking your head, unintentionally batting your eyelashes at him. "Sounds perfect." You flashed him a sweet smile, glancing around the room in order to avoid eye contact with him, being so close to him without having the honours to touch him yet was killing you. He looked too good, and you could already sense the sexual tension, calming your nerves ever so slightly. It was undeniable that you were wet, you knew that wasn't going to be an issue.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was also hard. He doesn't know if you've noticed yet but genuinely it doesn't matter, this was a porn shoot after all, he was going to be hard, especially around someone as breathtaking as you. His cock was straining uncomfortably against his sweats and he wanted nothing more than to rip your flimsy clothes off right there and then, even if there were under 10 minutes left, it was still too much time for him. One thing about Jungkook, however, was that he had stamina, no matter how low his patience is running or how badly he wants to cum, he can last for hours and not cum while making a woman cum at least five times before he finishes.

You're both startled as the man before you announces.

"1 minute! Make sure you're in position."

Jungkook is quick to make a swift move, crawling on top of you and leaving a subtle gap between your bodies before caressing his hands over the expanse of your thighs, his hooded eyes never leaving yours. The lights blare around you as the cameraman props the camera into position, that's when you take the chance to wrap your arms around Jungkook's neck and pull him down into a messy kiss, your lips eagerly meshing with his.

His eyebrows knit the slightest, fluttering his eyes shut as he returns the kiss with double the amount of hungriness, clasping both his hands on either sides of your cheeks as he wedges himself between your thighs. You're both too into it to pay attention to Namjoon discreetly announcing, "3, 2, 1. Action!", though it still rang through your ears and certainly got you two moving.

You both wanted this to last forever. It seemed like none of you were on the verge of breaking the heated kiss, Jungkook even slid one hand from your cheek down to your chest to cup one of your clothed breasts, giving it a firm squeeze which earned a moan from you and lead him to effortlessly slip his tongue in your mouth once your lips parted from the action of his large palm fondling your tit. You could feel his cock poking your inner thigh already and it made you all the more excited, unwrapping an arm from around his neck before reaching down to palm him through his sweats, your pussy slicking up with anticipation as you felt how big he was.

The scene was hot. You and Jungkook were on fire, you were craving each other and that pent-up sexual frustration of wanting one another but never knowing about it was coming out. You were the one to finally break the kiss as you stared up at him dazedly, but it didn't take long for Jungkook to dip his head in the crook of your neck and drag his lips across there, licking, sucking and finally biting at whatever area of skin he could find, marking you like you were his, and you loved it.

He teasingly ran his tongue from the skin beneath your jawline all the way up to your earlobe before pressing a soft peck against it, sending a shiver down your spine and earning a needy whimper from you. Your hand had subconsciously slid from his pants down to your side, resting against it as you gripped the bedsheets from the simple touch of his lips against every inch of your skin. The things this man did to you.

Though you were enjoying how he made you feel, your mouth couldn't stop watering whenever you looked down and stole a glance of his clothed cock, gathering a new wave of courage to unexpectedly push him off you in a gentle manner, Jungkook briefly arching his eyebrow at you before taking the hint and propping himself up to be seated with his knees lowered behind him, giving you the perfect opportunity to slide his sweats and boxers down at once, his hard cock springing into your sight almost immediately.

You were so eager for him, taking his rock solid dick into your hand and giving it a playful squeeze, earning a hiss from him as he reached down to fist a hand through your hair, bunching it up into a ponytail. He breathed out a dazed laugh that was followed by a husky grunt, his gaze piercing into your soul.

"Fuck, don't tease me, princess." Jungkook whispered out, you didn't oblige just yet and instead stuck to giving his tip a few, languid licks before wrapping your lips around it, sucking for a solid moment then finally taking him down your throat in one go. You heard him release a particularly louder groan, peering up at him through your eyelashes as you pulled your head back almost all the way, keeping his tip in your mouth, then sinking onto his cock again, moving back and forth in a repetitive rhythm that had him cursing out praises from how good your mouth felt. "Oh shit, just like that, baby."

You made sure to drag your tongue along the underside of his cock whenever you went back down on him and suck on his tip whenever you went back up, balancing yourself on one hand as the other came up to cup his balls, gripping them firmly and persistently squeezing them which caused him to completely lose composure, somewhat pushing you further down his length with the grip he had already formed on your hair, jerking his hips forward to meet your own rhythm. You allowed him to use your throat as he pleased, momentarily staying still in order to feel him fucking your mouth, massaging his balls in the meantime while deliberately moaning to strike vibrations around his dick.

Jungkook gradually picked up his pace, brushing strands of your hair out of your face just to see your expressions as he abused your throat, he felt his high approaching and that's when he swiftly pulled back to give you a chance to catch your breath as well as prevent himself from cumming inside your mouth, when he did, he wanted it to be inside of you and he didn't mind waiting.

Awaiting his next move, Jungkook read your mind and quickly pushed you back, having you sprawled out on the bed, displayed beautifully in front of him. It was his turn to please you. He hovered above you, reconnecting your lips for a kiss that didn't last longer than the previous one though it was still laced with hunger, before trailing his way down your neck to your collarbone and eventually sitting upright to remove your top, you lifted your arms up to help him and within seconds it was discarded onto the floor.

His gaze somehow darkened once he saw you came without a bra on, wasting no time to lean down and capture one of your nipples in his mouth, wrapping his lips around it while his hand reached up to cup the neglected tit, massaging it thoroughly as he messily sucked on your nipple, sometimes glancing up at you through his dark locks because he was immensely obsessed with your facial expressions and the sounds you created. He drew back and began kissing his way down your stomach to your lower abdomen, lips parting in concentration as he swiftly slid your skirt and underwear down, running his index fingers through your dewy folds before inserting them into his mouth while maintaining eye contact with you.

You arched your back to somewhat inch your pussy closer to his face, you were so wet and such a mess underneath him, Jungkook almost chuckled upon seeing your desperation. He quickly shut you off, dipping his tongue between your folds and licking his way up from the bottom of your cunt to the top, finding your clit instantly and focusing the majority of his attention on it, taking it in his mouth and hollowing his cheeks ever so slightly as he sucked on it like a starved man, his tongue lapping up whatever essence he could reach. You threw your head back against the pillows and whined out continuously, you didn't know you could be so needy.

Jungkook was making you feel things you've never felt before, his tongue did wonders on your clit, your pussy ached pathetically and slicked up again whenever he'd lick away your essence. He carefully slid his ring and middle fingers into your cunt, curling them just right to hit every spot and nerve inside you, he knew he found your sweet spot when you arched your back and let out another moan, tangling your fingers through his hair. He thrusted his long fingers in and out of you at a decent pace, flicking his tongue back and forth against your clit at the same time while occasionally licking between your folds, leaving no part of you untouched.

He furrowed his eyebrows, making the same expression he always does when he enjoys something, he was relishing in the taste of your pussy and how you felt against his tongue, he never once slowed down his pace even when he noticed your thighs shaking, a familiar knot gradually coming undone in your lower stomach. Jungkook's fingers hitting your gspot over and over again alongside his tongue absolutely devouring your clit had your first orgasm approaching sooner than you thought, you whined quietly and watched him as he stood back up, his cock still rock hard.

"That was amazing." You whispered to him, trailing off as he joined you on the bed once again, he crashed his lips onto yours without hesitation and pulled back to ask. "You think you're ready for my cock?" "Yes, please, yes." You answered a little too quickly, begging desperately, his lips curved up into a smug smirk as he positioned himself between your thighs, you instinctively spread them for him but he had other plans, lifting them up and throwing them over his shoulders so now the tip of his cock was directly poking your entrance as he shuffled closer. Jungkook harshly spat on your pussy from above, coating his length in your slick and his own saliva before bucking his hips forward and sliding into you all the way with one thrust, you screwed your eyes shut in pleasure and gasped softly from how deep his cock was buried in your cunt.

Jungkook tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, harshly mumbling out. "Fuck, you're so tight, Y/N." He spoke before withdrawing to the tip only to slam back inside of you, sliding his hands below your waist and resting them on your ass for support as he sets a steady rhythm, his hips stuttering at first as he tries to overcome how insanely good your pussy felt around him, getting used to it over time which lead him to pound into you mercilessly, showing no remorse from how hard he was going. "Feels so good, Jungkook", was the only thing you actually managed to say without it sounding gibberish, he was fucking you so good, you were filled with too much pleasure that it became overwhelming and had you moaning out either random curses or chants of his name.

He was hammering away at your pussy and all you could do was take it, his length reaching all the right spots in your cunt, you thought his fingers went far but his cock went even further. Your sounds became increasingly louder when he suddenly reached down to wrap a hand around your neck, squeezing your throat almost hard enough to restrict your airway, his other arm hooking around your legs to keep them balanced above his shoulders as he pounded into your pussy, his gaze diverting between your face and to where your bodies met to watch himself disappear into your cunt with every thrust in.

It was all too much for you, you couldn't form any words to warn him about your upcoming orgasm so you just allowed it to happen, he knew you were close again once he felt your walls clench around him particularly tighter and it caused him to hiss in pleasure, only encouraging him to fuck his way deeper into you. Your lips parted and your thighs began to shake yet again, your second orgasm hitting you like a truck, and Jungkook was still forcefully thrusting his dick inside your cunt. He suddenly pulled out and you whined at the empty feeling, "Turn around for me, baby. I want you on all fours," you gathered enough strength to do as he told you, laying on your stomach and arching your back for him to see everything, purposely swaying your hips.

You were caught off guard once you felt his thick cock filling you up yet again, with no warning, and he already continued with his reckless pace, now having the ability to spank your ass from this angle as he thrusted into you. He bent his upper body over your small frame and moved your hair out of the way of your neck, leaning down and pressing wet kisses against the skin of your exposed nape, making you whimper and dig your nails into the bedsheets. "Gonna cum in this tight pussy, shit." He moaned just below your ear, almost sending you jostling into the headboard with how powerful his thrusts were, his tatted hand slapping your ass over and over again.

Jungkook's thrusts gradually slowed down, your slick and his precum mixing together and creating a wet, effortless slide with every buck of his hips, he cursed beneath his breath as he sat upright to fuck you deeper, setting his hands on your waist for support. His jaw clenched and his head hung low as he finally pumped his cum deep inside you after one deliberately rougher thrust, staying put for awhile before slowly sliding out. His cock was softening as the director yelled, "and cut!", you both couldn't believe this actually happened.

Namjoon was already approaching you two, you were both completely fucked out and drenched in sweat and needless to say, you were too tired for his enthusiasm. "That was amazing, you guys! Well done. I'm proud." You and Jungkook thanked him at once, already on your ways to get cleaned up as the lights dimmed, you came back not long after once you were both feeling less out of it to share a conversation.

"You were seriously surreal, Y/N. It was like a dream working with you." "I could say the same, you were great." You responded, downing the water from your fresh bottle before Jungkook broke the silence again. "Listen, I know this is out of the ordinary, but I'm genuinely so intrigued by you and I would like to... meet up outside of work some time." He spoke, a little nervousness in his tone which almost made you laugh considering how he was just pounding you several minutes ago, his duality was something different. You didn't wanna make him feel uncomfortable but you also wanted to tease him. "Are you asking me out on a date, Jeon?" You raised an eyebrow, he nodded in response and you smiled softly.

"I would love that."

thank you for reading! this is my first fic so kinda nervous lol but fuck it, i had an enjoyable time writing it 🫠

Hard thoughts hm?

Woosanhwa fighting for dominance over u👀👀

it took me a moment to figure out what to write for this but oh my god. I could kiss you. you really came at me with my bias line huh???

I kind of interpreted it as them fighting over who would have you first and.... it just kept getting filthier and filthier.... teehee ( ´∀`)

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

seonghwa’s fingers glided over your heated skin, tracing the curve of your breast down to the dip of your belly button. "who do you want first, darling?"

your thighs pressed together, the slick from your previous orgasms smeared all over your inner thighs. looking between the three men, your mind went blank. you knew seonghwa usually preferred to go last, but the glimmer in his eyes was unfamiliar, pure lust glazing them over. wooyoung's palm flattened over your lower belly, pulling you out of your thoughts, but just as you were about to look over at him, gentle fingers twisted your head the other way and feline eyes met yours. san's gaze was soft, his signature pout present on his lips as he leaned into your personal space.

"you'll let me have you first, won't you, jagi?" he mumbled, the pout muffling some of his words. "I'll make you feel so good, I promise," his fingers sneaked their way between your legs, sliding through your slit to collect some of your arousal before moving back up to rub slow circles around your clit.

you breathed out a quiet moan, san's slow movements sending pleasant tingles buzzing through your body. another set of fingers joined san's, tapping firmly on your entrance before sinking into your dripping heat.

"san-ah, stop playing dirty," wooyoung grumbled, pressing himself to your side and nibbling on your collarbone, working his fingers inside you at a languid pace. "still so fucking tight, even after taking our cocks so many times."

the rate at which they played with your pussy was driving you insane, your hips bucking to meet wooyoung's fingers, but seonghwa brushed san's hand away to land a harsh slap on your clit.

"behave," he warned. the deep baritone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, nodding quickly with a whispered sorry on your lips. "good girl," he praised, brushing your hair off your face. "how about you let whoever makes you feel the best fuck you first, hm?"

you nodded again, a soft moan leaving your lips in response as wooyoung’s fingers found your g-spot. you hadn't expected seonghwa to participate, assuming he'd sit back and watch the two younger men compete against each other, but he quickly disappeared from your vision, laying flat on his stomach with his face between your legs, his tongue rolling out to lick around your stretched hole.

the pressure in your lower belly was building rapidly, and the subtle squeezes your walls gave wooyoung’s fingers alerted him to your impending orgasm. slow thrusts turned to rapid pumping of his fingers inside you, curling them directly into your swollen gland to watch your features contort with pleasure.

san knew he wouldn't be the one to make you cum, his fingers rubbing over your clit desperately despite the cramp in his wrist. so he opted for playing dirty —pressing his lips to your pulse point, biting down on your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to mask the lewd squelching of your cunt. "please, baby, 'want you so bad. can you feel how much I need you?" he whispered —low and sultry— while rutting his cock over your hip, the hard length heavy on your skin.

but then seonghwa's tongue was slipping inside you, curling around wooyoung's fingers to prod at your g-spot as well. wooyoung's mouth pressed against yours, drinking up your broken moans before leaning back to spit onto your tongue. "look at you, already fucked dumb and you haven't even had a cock inside you yet," the corners of his lips tugged upwards, the desperate whine you let out going straight to his dick. he trailed his lips over your face, kissing over the tears streaming down your temples.

seonghwa moved off you, slipping his tongue out to slide in a finger alongside wooyoung's, tugging against your enterance to watch it gape. he pursed his lips and spat inside your tight cunt, taking in how it mixed with your arousal and seeped out of your wet hole as wooyoung pumped his fingers inside it. "be a good girl and cum for us, sweetheart," he groaned, leaning in to slither his tongue back inside you.

your orgasm hit you like a shockwave, the three men adjusting their pace to guide you through it—san shifted back to lazy circles around your swollen clit, wooyoung reveled in the tight squeeze around his fingers as they curled leisurely inside you, seonghwa's tongue moving in shallow thrusts while his hands held your hips down on the mattress. when the waves of pleasure blurring your vision shifted into pain from overstimulation, the three men moved off you, and you relished their delicate touch all over your body—seonghwa’s lips leaving a trail of kisses up your torso, wooyoung burying his face in your chest, his hands kneading your spasming thighs, san busying himself with peppering tender pecks over your face, his hand locked tightly with yours.

but then seonghwa's lips reached your neck, and you suddenly became aware of the three men's hard arousal pressing into your heated skin. the oldest hovered over you and watched as realization seeped into your expression, your eyes shyly meeting his through your lashes, his own glazed over with burning lust as they stared back at you.

"so, who's gonna fuck you first, angel?"

part 2