Horny Thought Of The Night Is Jungkook Who Produces A Stupid Amount Of Cum, Whose Stamina Can Go Round

horny thought of the night is jungkook who produces a stupid amount of cum, whose stamina can go round after round but even then it didn’t matter because he’d suck on your clit while he worked himself back up again anyways

however, he always make sure to keep your hips raised, always careful to make sure all his cum stays inside of you, and maybe you clench a little too hard while he thumbs over your clit, thick rivulet of his seed dribbling out of you.

he’d try to salvage as much as he could, stuffing his cum back into you with his fingers, a promise on his lips that he’d make sure to stuff you full again as he smears whatever is left on his fingers over your thighs

and maybe he’d have a competitive streak each time you fucked, how many times he could cum inside of you before you lost yourself and it started spilling out of you with each pleasure-filled clench

Hongjoong: Chords and Keys

“Hongjoong,” you quietly knock against the recording room’s door designated for ATEEZ.

“Come in,” calls a voice from inside.

You smile as you carefully creak the door ajar and peek inside. You’re hiding a warmed tea you’d just brewed for your new crush, a usual routine you’d committed to in hopes of helping de-stress his voice between recordings. It hadn’t been too long since you and Hongjoong had started talking, but it was so obvious you were both pretty into each other.

“Thank you so much,” he says as he graciously accepts the mug from your hands. “You’re always the best.”

“Anytime,” you smile, your eyes tracing the papers and equipment scattered about in front of him. “What’s new with you?”

“I’m putting together a couple songs, just experimenting to see what sounds good and what doesn’t.”

“Your songs always end up sounding amazing, Joong.”

The tired boy smiles and lets out a sigh. He puts his head down for a moment on the keyboard, heaving a loud “I’m just so tired!” under his arms.

You walk over to stand behind him, offering a small neck massage as you peered over his lyrics.

He lifts his head and, to your surprise, takes your hands from his shoulders and pulls you forward.

Oof! Your face is now practically right next to his, your hands outstretched in front of you as he gently wraps your arms around his shoulders.

“Stay there,” he whispers, turning his attention to the MIDI keyboard in front of him, “let me play something for you.”

You find yourself now comfortably hugging him from behind as he begins with a simple chord progression, humming out a tune and singing a few lyrics between breaths here and there. The progression and slow singing soon develop into a beautiful song, his eyes closed as he sings every word, each line dedicated to you.

He then plays a pre-recorded track that he’d composed earlier as an interlude and keyboard solo that would be the finishing touch to this song.

“This song,” he said, placing one hand over yours as the peaceful soundtrack plays in the background, “I got inspiration for it from DPR’s song Kiss Me. I hope you liked it, because I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”

He grabs your hands and intertwines his fingers around yours, bringing your palms closer to his chest. He turns his face to yours, his lips grazing ever so gently against your cheek.

Is this really about to happen? Is all you can think in your head as you feel the soft lips of your crush against your skin.

You begin to gently turn to face him, closing your eyes as you invite your own lips to hug his.

The sweet and tender moment grew as each new kiss lasted longer and firmer than the last. You could feel him smiling as he placed kisses against your lips, the corners of your lips, your bottom lip, everywhere.

A couple minutes pass before his phone pings from the desk as a notification ensues, forcing Hongjoong’s focus back to reality.

“I’m sorry,” he says, looking down at the keyboard as the time on the desk clock flashed 11:47pm. “I didn’t mean to get carried away—”

You laugh and finish his sentence by planting a kiss on his cheek, hugging him tighter from behind as you took in every detail of the precious moment.

“How much longer do you have to work tonight?” You ask, looking over his papers.

“I could call it a night,” he responds.

You notice the darkened circles under his eyes, realizing he must’ve been exhausted.

“Hey,” you say, “I have an idea.”

“What’s that?”

“What if you sleepover at my place tonight? I have lots of extra clothes for guests, too.”

He smiles, pulling you in closer for another heap of kisses, his soft giggles answering your questions for the warm, peaceful night with your new boyfriend that would now surely ensue.

bingo | park seonghwa

word count: 1.8k

genre: angst + fluff, single dad!seonghwa x reader

warnings: brief mention of hwa's ex partner not being in their daughter's life

author's note: after seeing seonghwa on that one show with kids i literally cannot get dad!teez out of my head

it's been almost a month? since you've started going out with seonghwa. he was a great guy, a little older than you and was always a gentleman to you, what more could you ask for? at this point, you were waiting for seonghwa to make it official but there was just something that was holding him back. you didn't know what it was but you trusted that with time he'll tell you.

tonight, was another date night and even after all these days you still got nervous before each one. it was no different when you arrived at seonghwa's house fiddling with the hem of your cardigan.

hesitantly, you knocked on the door to reveal a disheveled looking seonghwa. his usually slicked back hair wasn't done and a few buttons on his shirt were open.

"hi," seonghwa breathes out, a tired smile on his face.

"are you okay, hwa?" you ask almost instantly, concern taking over before you notice a tiny figure waddling up behind him. big doe eyes looking up at you from behind his legs, "oh hello!"

"yeojin, go into your room really quickly. appa will be there in a second." seonghwa softly asks, the exhaustion evident in his voice. "come in, i'm so sorry. just give me a minute, things have been...chaotic."

"oh no worries." you respond empathetically, taking note of how many toys and coloring books were scattered all over the place. so he has a child? is he divorced?

before too many questions popped into your mind, seonghwa immediately began talking as he began to pick up the scattered toys. "i'm so sorry about the mess. i had to stay at the office a little longer and then i picked up yeojin late and i just haven't had time to clean up and then our babysitter canceled last minute and now-"

"hey, hey," you interrupt before seonghwa combusts from being overwhelmed. to ease the burden, you also begin to pick up the toys around the living room after you placed a hand on his back. "it's okay. don't worry about it. there's always tomorrow seonghwa."

"i know, i know but-wait. you're not mad or disgusted?" the man stops in his tracks looking at you perplexed.

"i'm a little surprised if i'm being honest. i know taking care of a child is hard and by yourself i assume is even harder. your kid is more important than anything in the world, missing one date won't kill me hwa."

seonghwa was standing still, not a sound coming out his mouth which was beginning to freak you out. did you say the wrong thing? is seonghwa yeojin's dad or? "seonghwa?"

"sorry, i'm just a little shocked. not a lot of people are very happy when they find out they've been going out with a single dad." seonghwa lightly jokes trying to ease the tension in the air. "thank you though. it means a lot. really."

"of course," you smile at him.

a door opens to reveal a tiny yeojin peeking out from what you presumed to be her room.

"hey bubba, what's up." seonghwa asks, his voice becoming much softer.

she doesn't say much but instead pads over to the coffee table and attaches herself to her dad. "can we draw?"

"of course bubs. let appa go get the markers."

"i can get them." you say faster than seonghwa gets up to which he directs you over to one of the drawers in the living room.

upon your arrival, seonghwa has a bluey coloring book out for yeojin. crutching down to reach the table, you gasp softly at the blue dog. "is that bluey?"

yeojin nods her head shyly, a small smile appearing on her face as seonghwa looks up at you in surprise.

"ahh, i love bluey! who's your favorite character?" you ask watching yeojin point to the smaller, light colored dog.

"bingo?" yeojin nods again, her smile growing even bigger. "no way, i like her too!"

seonghwa watched the two of you converse in awe and he swears he couldn't have fallen more in love with you. it was always a gamble bringing up the fact that he had a kid to his dates and lately he's been ghosted more times than he can count. maybe that's why seonghwa took so long to talk about yeojin. although, he would never admit it, you had him wrapped your finger and he was scared to lose you.

so far though, you were taking his little "surprise" or "fun fact" about him better than he thought you would. still, he was worried what you would say when yeojin left the room. would you be mad at him? dump him on the spot? ghost him after tonight? he's never had one of his flings (?) ever meet yeojin because they all left at the mention of a kid. to say seonghwa was terrified of your reaction was a massive understatement.

"seonghwa?" you ask, pulling the dad out of his thoughts. "yeojin wants to watch bluey."

"right." he answers, gently removing yeojin from his lap as he goes to scrounge for the remote in his unusually disorganized apartment.

while seonghwa looks for the remote, you continue to converse with yeojin about bluey which was the show you ironically watched during dinner time. hey, there's actually plot and messages in the show okay?

by the time seonghwa returned, the two of you were in a deep conversation about some episode regarding bingo and bluey playing pretend with their grandad. almost immediately, yeojin eye's become glued to the screen as soon her dad puts on the kid's show leaving you and seonghwa to talk amongst each other.

"so, you know bluey?" seonghwa asks, a teasing tone to his voice.

an embarrassed laugh slips past your lips, "uh yeah, sounds silly but i watch it as background noise, you know?"

"i'm not judging," he pauses, "just surprised."

"yeah, i like the accents." you say in a panic causing seonghwa to smile, "so, um i don't mean to pry but i assume yeojin's yours?"

the smile slowly fades on his face as seonghwa feels the guilt build in his stomach. "yeah, her, uh mom isn't in the picture anymore."

"oh, i'm so sorry to hear that."

"it's fine now, it's better without her." seonghwa looks down at his hands trying to distract himself from the thoughts about the past.

"oh."

there was a beat of silence where the both of you didn't dare to look at each other, too afraid to make things weird. only the faint conversations of the tv and the sounds of the marker on paper were heard.

"look, i'm really sorry for dumping all this on you." seonghwa gestures to an oblivious yeojin. "i know you probably weren't expecting a child tonight or any of this really. i completely understand if you don't want to talk again or you need space. whatever you want, i'll do."

"it's okay,"

"i-you're not mad?" seonghwa asks in shock.

"i mean i'm not mad. i understand not bringing up a daughter on the first date. but i'm just a little disappointed you didn't tell me sooner." you confess.

"i didn't want to lose you."

"seonghwa-"

"i was trying to plan the perfect time to talk about yeojin but i just got so swamped with everything that time slipped through my fingers and you had to find out in such a shitty way."

your eyes dart towards a sleepy yeojin on seonghwa's lap at the curse word. even he jumps a little at his realization and then calms down when he realized that his baby girl was almost knocked out in his lap.

"would you have told me before we made things official?" you ask, testing the waters about how serious you could go tonight with the questions.

"yes. most definitely yes. i couldn't just ask you to be my partner and then surprise you that i have a whole child that i've been hiding from you."

interesting. so was he going to tell you about yeojin soon? was he going to make things official?

seonghwa could see the gears turning in your head at his words. "it sounds hypocritical now but trust me i really wanted you two to meet. i just-i really like you y/n."

you go quiet. processing everything he was saying. from what he was saying there was a very very high chance he wants you to be his like officially his but even if he actually wanted to make things official, he has a whole child. a child without a mother. were you really ready to take on the responsibility to be one? or anything similar to that role?

being with seonghwa meant much more than just being together and loyal to one another. being honest, you didn't mind yeojin. so far you got along great with her but a single interaction and convo won't predict the future of your relationship with her. it's a lot definitely but-

"y/n," seonghwa softly says pulling you out from your daze, "i'll be right back i'm gonna put yeojin down in her room."

you hum in response, letting your thoughts consume you once more.

your brain was beginning to ache because of how much you were thinking but one thing was for certain. you really liked seonghwa. enough that you were willing to accept everything that came with him - including yeojin.

you reminded yourself that dating seonghwa didn't mean automatically becoming a parent all of a sudden. he wasn't asking that of you. probably won't for a long time. he wants you for you. it's just a bonus you got along with yeojin so far.

there was a soft click of the door closing that made you turn your head. you look over to see seonghwa awkwardly make his way over to you, uncertainty written all over his face.

"i'm sorry for going quiet on you." you apologize, fingers toying with the hem of your cardigan once more. "i was just thinking."

a quiet laugh escapes seonghwa, "it's okay, don't worry about it. i'm sure tonight was a lot. but-"

"listen, seonghwa," oh here it comes. the "i'm so sorry, i don't think this will work out anymore". "i don't know what your plans were for us but regardless of what happened tonight, i want to be more. i know you having a whole kid might make things difficult or a little confusing but, i'm willing to try with you."

seonghwa felt his heart drop and then pick back up again when you finished talking. he didn't know what to say. he was grateful, excited, but most of all relived.

"so, how does another date this thursday night," seonghwa pauses, trying to not choke on his words, "as mine sound?"

"are you finally asking me to be your partner, park seonghwa?" you smile. it's finally happening.

"yes." seonghwa breathes out, truly terrified of your answer.

"then yes, i would love to." you answer, wrapping your arms around seonghwa's neck.

"sounds good then my love." seonghwa mumbles, his heart racing and his head buzzing from the overwhelming night but it didn't matter to him.

you were finally his.

Combined Beings (xix)

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, someee suggestive content—just a bit, 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

𓆩⟡𓆪… A WHILE LATER

“Baby, hurry, we have to meet Mr. Kim in the meeting room.”

You grabbed Taehyung and Hobi’s hands, letting them lead you in the room where Mr. Kim, the rest of the boys, and other mafia leaders remained in. Iseul and her mother were said to be there, too, and despite the boys not liking the fact that they were both alive, they at least had you with them to protect you against them. Thankfully, though, Daeseong wasn’t an issue as his ashes remained with his step-brother, aka your brother-in-law. Your brother-in-law didn’t want him alive as he had hurt your sister, too, and even killed his father to gain his money. Daeseong was a horrible person in general and you were happy that he wasn’t alive anymore.

“Flower,” Jimin stood up once he saw you coming into the room, heading closer to you as he grabbed your hand, bringing it closer to his lips to press a kiss on your skin. He tugged you, and the other two behind you, towards the chairs awaiting for you.

You curtly smiled at the men bowing their heads for you, clearly interested in the woman who managed to grab onto Bangtan’s hearts. You were the most dangerous woman; the 7 would do anything and everything to protect you and keep you safe. Hell, if you wanted one of them dead, they would’ve already been so.

“Mr. Kim, this is Y/n, our girlfriend,” Namjoon introduced you and the elder man who was beside Iseul smiled rather warmly, surprisingly. He stood up to shake your hand, bowing his head just like the others.

“Very nice to meet you,” he softly spoke, a smile still on his face as he looked at you. His eyes fell on your neck, the necklace the boys had gifted you glistening under the lights. “I’m happy you liked your necklace.”

“He sent us a shipment of jewelry,” Namjoon explained, his hand placed on the small of your back. “With some jewelry, we got someone to make you that bracelet.”

“Thank you,” you thanked the man, this time bowing your head. You smiled at him as he sat down, your chair being taken out by Yoongi who stared at one of your guys’ guards, making sure that drinks will be served. He sat beside you, hand immediately grabbing yours, a smirk forming on his lips when you softly smacked his thigh to pay attention to you.

“Stop teasing her, Yoongi,” Namjoon chuckled, having heard the slapping sound over the chattering of the other men.

Yoongi leaned his head back, bringing a hand to lay on the back of your neck. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s just very cute when you want me to pay attention to you.”

“You’re so mean,” you mumbled against his lips as he kissed you, his smile causing you to smile. “Are you done now?”

“I guess,” he breathed out dramatically, receiving a snort on your side. You two leaned back and he and Namjoon grabbed your hands while Jimin, Taehyung, Hobi, eyed the men (and women) there, making sure they weren’t looking at you wrongly.

“Back away from them!”

You jumped, startled by the voice and met Iseul’s eyes. She stood up from her seat and the guards immediately raised their guns while the rest of you watched as her father made her sit back down. She glared at you some more and sat down, eyebrows furrowed together.

“I’m sorry,” Mr. Kim apologize profusely, his eyes now glaring at his daughter’s figure.

“Mr. Kim,” Hobi spoke, a smile that didn’t contain the genuineness of it, glanced between him and the two women by his side. “We accept your apology, of course, but you’re not the one who did wrong. After all, they were so close to ending our alliance for some petty and very much stupid reason. I want you, though, to share with the others as to what they did wrong.”

Mr. Kim sighed and nodded. He looked at his companions as he cleared his throat. “My wife and step-daughter kidnapped Ms. Y/n because my daughter was jealous of her relationship with Bangtan.”

“That’s right,” Jimin spoke next, attracting everyone’s attention to him. His stoic expression made your body shake with a slight shiver. He was always smiling when he was with you and the other 6, so seeing him so serious was frightening in a sense. “Mr. Kim, if she had been hurt,” he gestured to you, eyes not staying away from everyone’s, “your alliance with us would’ve been long gone. Your shipments would’ve been discarded and you would’ve been left on the streets. You know the police has been on our asses, Mr. Kim, they would’ve arrested you, sent you away for a long time, and your family would’ve been left with all the debt you left behind. Do you two want that?”

Iseul and Haneul shook their heads at the thought of going back to having nothing.

“So, tell me why we shouldn’t kill both of you for kidnapping Y/n?” Jimin hummed, arching an eyebrow and the girls glanced at their protector who was not looking at them.

Mr. Kim was a kind man. He was. But he was tired of being treated like a random piece of lint found on someone’s clothes, and he knew that the 7 men respected him enough to ask for his permission to harm the two. He had said no, because so far he was handling it. He put the two to work with the maids and every worker they had fired for their entertainment. They suffered enough embarrassment and he was going to keep it that way.

“Iseul had nothing to do with it,” Haneul tearily said, protecting her daughter much to everyone’s surprise. Even yours. “I-I got on her for letting someone like her,” the way she said that word caused the men there to cringe, “manage to get the attention of all of you. My daughter is beautiful, she surely had a chance.”

“Mrs. Kim,” Namjoon started, gaining her attention, “from now on, you call Y/n by her name. Your life is in her hands. If she says we should kill you, we will, so dismiss the way you referred to her and look at her.”

“I’m sorry,” the elder woman turned to you and you felt weird at the way someone your mom’s age was apologizing to you.

“And let me explain something,” Namjoon chuckled a little as he looked down at the documents in front of him, “we’re not saying Iseul is not beautiful or anything. She is. But her personality is shit.”

“But—”

“I am not finished,” Namjoon glared at Haneul, shutting her up. “Iseul has a personality that is utterly trash. She treated us like we were nothing when we were beginning our business. She was and still is a bully. She never had a chance with any of us and it’s going to stay that way.”

“Iseul,” you softly spoke, catching her attention. Everyone eyed you and her, “has your mom always compared you to someone else? Made a competition out of nothing?” The girl slowly nodded. You sighed. “It doesn’t excuse your actions but, you were always criticized to the point you made yourself know that you should be better. You should be better than everyone to please your mom. She shouldn’t have done that.”

“So you still want me dead?” She mumbled, her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes glistened with unshed tears at your words.

You snorted and shook your head. “I’m not mean. But, I do recommend you should go to therapy or talk to someone. If you want of course. It’s better for you to understand what you’re feeling than to be killed or tortured.”

Mr. Kim nodded at your words and even her mom agreed at your words. Silence consumed you all but Namjoon hummed in order to catch everyone’s attention.

“In the meantime,” he started, “we have a new shipment coming next week. Mr. Kim will lead the way and explain where it will be contained at just in case you come across it.”

As Mr. Kim started to speak, Yoongi leaned closer to you, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Jin wants to see you, pretty. He’s in the garden.”

“Is that all you guys needed me here for?” You questioned and Yoongi smiled at you, rubbing the skin of your hand.

“I don’t mind you staying here and being involved in our business at all,” he reassured you before showing you his phone, “but Jin wants to tell you something.”

You nodded and Hobi went to grab you, his hand gripping your own as he led you away from the meeting. You bowed your head to everyone, waving goodbye, while you headed out of the room.

Hobi took you to the garden, smiling at you once you saw Jin awaiting for you by the plants you two have grown together. You frowned confusedly, a smile spread on your face despite wondering why Jin was even waiting for you with flowers in his hand?

Despite your feelings, you walked closer to him.

“Hi,” you grinned, tilting your head to the side as you grabbed the flowers he gave you. “What’s the occasion?”

“Come with me,” he softly mumbled, leading you towards the bench in front of their water fountain. He was behind you, hands placing themselves over your hips where he softly gripped the skin. “I know I haven’t been an easy person to deal with.”

You sat down beside him as he started talking, gaze on your face.

“It was in the beginning, Jin,” you reassured him, placing your hand on top of his hand resting on your thigh. “I understand why you were the way you were with me.”

“I’m in love with you,” Jin breathed out, noticing that your fingers slowly scratching the skin of his hand stopped doing so. “I have been in love with you. I was mad because Nabi hurt the ones I loved but when I saw you for the first time in the office, I then got mad for falling in love with someone I just met and didn’t know about the day before.”

“You fell in love with me ever since you met me?” You questioned, in shock with his words.

“I didn’t know how to… reciprocate those feelings to someone outside of my relationship,” he continued, taking ahold of both hands. “I was already so mad that Nabi hurt the guys and then you and your beautiful self came into the picture and I got so annoyed that you were so pretty and kind because… I couldn’t find a reason to dislike you. I know my actions aren’t excusable, I will spend the rest of my life apologizing, but I can’t contain these emotions anymore. Not when you’re ours, not when we almost lost you.”

You couldn’t help but wrap your brain around his words, your arms immediately going around his neck to hug him. His arms wrapped around you in a dash, bringing you closer to his body as if he was going to lose you again if he dared to let go.

“I love you,” you muttered in his ear, his arms loosening their grip around your waist before he processed your words. “Every apology you give me will be met with me forgiving you because you have been making it up to me by getting to know me and being with me. I knew you were kind when you came to me after what Nabi had done and I hold no grudge against you. You were protecting yourself and I understand. I can’t be mad when I know I would be the same if it meant protecting those I love.”

“I’m just happy you love me, us, as much as we love you,” Jin smiled at you before he breathed in and out, enjoying the scenery surrounding you both. “We weren’t supposed to have a meeting today. I especially didn’t want you in there to be with Iseul and Haneul. After they took you, I was so close to killing then, princess.”

“Wow, princess?” You wiggled your eyebrows at the man who snorted, slapping your thigh. “What? I like it!”

“What if I call you my queen?” He smirked and you shrugged at his words, a smile still tilted on your lips. “They’ll both come out any time, either way.”

You both laughed at his words, too happy about the situation, and it wasn’t long before you two were kissing. Kissing so slow, softly, lips combining like two missing puzzles, and hands finding themselves on the places calling out for them.

Jin’s hands gripped your waist, fingers digging themselves over the material of your shirt, wanting to touch more of you. The idea of touching you made him want you more so he made you lean back a little against his hands holding your back, separating his lips from yours to kiss down your neck, licking and sucking until little red spots adorned your neck in hidden places.

He continued kissing you again, both of you breathing heavily against each others mouths as you tried reaching for more. You two held each other, hands clawing at each other’s clothes as you continued to hungrily kiss, tongues now meeting. But before you could continue, a voice called out for you and then another voice… and then another.

By the time the voices got closer, you were were separated, catching your breath.

“There you two are!”

You turned to look at the source of voice and came to find Jungkook, Namjoon, Jin, and Hobi’s moms. You gasped and immediately walked towards them, hugging all women.

“You made it!” You exclaimed excitedly as they squealed with you out of excitement, too. “I know the others are coming soon, too. I’m so excited to show you guys what I had gotten you all!”

Jin watched as you waved at him, being led away from the mothers while he found it amusing his mother didn’t even greet him.

After the parents had met you, they fell in love with you and only visit their house to come see you. Though, Yoongi’s mom is the only one who didn’t like you, leaving the dinner they had all planned shortly after you introduced yourself. Yoongi cared but he even stated that his mother became a different woman after getting married to another man, thus insinuating her opinion didn’t matter. You minded for a bit before you realized you had your own friend group with the other mothers. If Yoongi’s mom didn’t want to be included, then you weren’t going to make her.

Ari and Eunji even made friends with the women. They thrived off of the advice they received and the older women loved giving it. You just laughed while you listened to the tipsy women talk all while you would be making some snacks or appetizers.

With the boys dads, it wasn’t hard to form any type of daughter-ly friendship. They all immediately created conversation with you to the point that they wouldn’t let you go once either one of your boyfriends would come to get you.

Though, you did find out that some of the boys dads were in gangs or leaders of their own mafia. Namjoon’s dad had been in charge of Bangtan before Namjoon had taken over, changing the name and making more profit and money compared to what his dad had done.

On the other hand, your mom disowned you. You didn’t exactly care, but the mothers did. All of them. You were so perfect and they told you that they would come to your defense if your mother even spoke ill of you. You just hope your mother will never show up. She will not stand a chance against all 6 women.

Your dad had met the other men and he got along with them great! They all gave him tips about business and encouraging words at what he could do to be in your life more and make it up to you since he wasn’t there during your teenaged years. He was also told that he should be there for both you and your sister, especially your sister since she had received news she was pregnant… after her honeymoon. You were happy to be an aunt and the mothers had told her they were there for her, too. They were such amazing people

“Oh, no,” Jin watched as Jungkook appeared next to him, chest heaving up and down at realizing that he was too late. You were going to be gone for a while because their mothers will not let you leave. “I speed-walked as soon as I heard my mom’s laugh.”

“You are in fact too late,” Jin patted his shoulder, pressing the defeated boy a kiss on the temple as he had been passed a cup filled with his favorite liquor. Jin thanked his boyfriend before walking away, Jungkook following behind.

But, he couldn’t help but stop in front of the doorway that led to the kitchen, eyeing the way your smile spread on your lips at their mothers swooning over the flowers he had gotten you. He loved watching you. He loved watching how happy you are with them in your guys’ home.

“She’s so beautiful,” Jungkook chuckled, downing his own drink. Jin nodded in agreement, drinking his own as he smiled at you one more time.

“She really is.”

When they find your p*rn dash

❥Pairing: ateez maknae line x gn(fem?) Reader

❥Genre: suggestive

❥Warning: mention of porn, mention of future sexual actions, suggestive, comedy?(nah just me trying to be funny)

❥Word count: 1k

❥Requested? No

San:

A hand covering Shibers eyes and he stared at your pc screen. Jaw almost reaching the ground.

Well, that's how you found him.

"Sannie? What are you doing here??"

Your voice made him flinch as he closed the tabs and shut the pc.

"Nothing love" he said giving you his bread smile and running out of your shared room, suspiciously giggling to himself.

"weird" thought as you let it slid. You're used to having a giggly human being in your apartment anyways.

2 weeks later

"Sannie feels so g-good omg!!" You whined squirming away from his wondering hands all over your skin.

"I got a surprise for you" He said letting a breathy chuckle out.

He moved from on top of your body to the bed desk on the side.

Your body heat start to miss the warms of him thick fingers and you start to shiver.

But the awful feeling was soon forgotten when you heard the low noise of a vibration nearby.

"Sannie? What's that?" You asked him; staring at his handsome bare face for a sort of hint. But as you slowly lowered your gaze, you saw the pink long item shaking around itself. Almost as identical

as ....? NO WAY

"Oh?" He said the smirk never leaving his face.

"So I bought the wrong size? Guess I was to busy getting the right shade of pink that I forgot what size you're used to"

"I know you'd rather have the real deal here" He paused grabbing your ankles and dragging you closer on the silk mattress of the bed.

"But bet you wanna try out your gift first right princess? You probably touch yourself all night to it"

Shit was about to get real girl.

Mingi:

After a long day all you wanted to do was to lay down and do nothing. But a curtain fancam of your boyfriend say otherwise.

Mingi been at the studio with Hongjoon the whole day. As if Hongjoong is his gf and not you.

You huffed. Unfair. You wanted to call him to come back but then another idea reached your brain.

You grabbed your laptop and layed down comfortably on your shared bed.

"Who needs a boyfriend when my twitter girlie share their bf railing them for lonely other girlies" 💅🏻

After setting the laptop in a good angle letting your hands travel everywhere.

"Mingi~" you whined. If he ain't taking care of you, you'll do it yourself

.....

"Jagiii I'm home" He yelled when he didn't find you greeting him when he finally came back. Not like you were still mad, you just decided to take a shower, leaving your laptop on your bed.

He heard the water running in the bathroom so he assumed you're in there. So he throw his shows off and threw himself on the couch, checking his socials.

He could hear some noises from your shared bedroom but he just let it slide. But the noise kept on getting louder.

"Y/n? Darling? Are you upstairs already? Did you not see me?" He said making his way toward the door, but no one was there. "Y/n?"

The closer he got to the noise the more he realised that it doesn't sound like you at all.

"Oh maybe she was watching Netflix 👀" He lifted your laptop to pause the video. He almost dropped the laptop he saw a girl getting railed to the 7th cloud.

"Damn, that's some nice inspo she got" He said as if it's a daily thing. Sharing the link to his messenger so he can *hmph* study it later.

Woo:

"Jagi do you also watch jjangjjang roleplays ? "

He asked from behind you, scaring the hell out of you.

"Hey wai-what- what do you mean? How do YOU know?" You said feeling like your braincells had nothing to say to him.

"Oh everyone knows them! The sanie dude is really hot ain't he? He's My rolemodel" He said proudly taking a closer look to the phone in your hand. Holding it close not letting you take it away. Too stunned to react in any way.

"Oh is it short videos? Tsk,  its 2023 don't be so poor 🙄 I already bought the subscription to their OnlyFans for a year" He said going through your saved videos.

"What-?"

" Here let me logg into my ID. The recent video was a pet play one and they were gonna try a new toy! We should watch it together!!! I'll bring the snacks"   

He said running downstairs to bring whatever he finds in the refrigerator. Leaving you all frozen and shocked on you side of the bed

Jongho

"Babe have you seen my phone?" You yelled from across the hall, walking around looking confused.

"How am I supposed to know love?" He yelled back at you not taking his head away from the his game set.

"Babeeee, come and help me at least" you said walking towards him. Trying to get him to pay attention and reached over his shoulder to grab the controller out of his hands. Jongho barely looked up, muttering something about "just one more level" as he continued to play.

You rolled your eyes before you got an idea. You grabbed the CD that was lying next to the game console. You knew that this was the game Jongho had been dying to play for weeks, so she figured that if she took it away, he would have no choice but to pay attention to her.

SMART ASS 😗

Well you must've forgotten that Jongho was stronger than a whole ass grizzly bear. As soon as he realized what you were  trying to do, he grabbed you by the waist and manhandled her back onto the couch.

"Let me goooooo" You protested, trying to wiggle out of Jongho's grasp.

"Nice try, nope"

"Could you pleeeeease help me find my phone?" You asked, pouting slightly.

He finally gave up, not wanting to annoy you already. He got up his chair, after pausing his game of course!

He finally found the buzzing phone under a pillow beside the bed.

"Why would she drop her phone down here?" He bent down to pick it up, declining the call leading you phone the twitter side that made poor Jongho face a women in a  maid cos-play riding a pink ass dragon dildo.

"What the he- ooooh" He squinted his eyes when literally the whole screen got blocked by white liquid-

"Oh Jongie, did you find my phone thank yo-

"You barely fucking take half of me and then you put your sausage finger in your pussy to THIS?"

He said throwing you phone back on the pillow, dragging you arm and pushing you on the bed.

"You're gonna be freaking shaking after I'm done with you"

A/n: I'm not opologising for Wooyoung, you should've expected it yourself😊

Masterlist

tonight’s thought is equal parts smut as it is fluff!

domestic couple au where jin loves cock warming. he loves how at the end of a long day, he can have you sat all pretty on his cock while he plays animal crossing on his switch, and you watch a movie. maybe the both of you had a sixth sense for that kind of thing.

maybe he lays on his back, nothing but his boxers on after a shower, skin slightly damp and hair still dripping at the ends. and you’ll walk into the bedroom, and just know. hand trailing up his thigh, teasing over the head of his cock until he’s too hard for comfort and you’re pulling his underwear down; your panties slung on the floor next to his.

and ever so easily, you’d slide down the length of his cock. reverse cowgirl so you could pick out a show for the evening, tv perched perfectly at the end of the bed.

it would be mostly innocent. something so effortlessly gratifying about just having you so close, no words needed. his hand trailing over your ass as he reads over the game’s dialogue. deft fingers trailing under your cotton shirt, sending goosebumps up your spine.

“stop moving” he’d tug at the back of your hair when you start to rock your hips. and he knows it’s an unconscious movement from you, ever so engrossed in your show.

“can’t help it” you’d tell him ever time, settling back down, though he can’t help the moan that claws it’s way up his throat when your pussy squeezes his cock; your thighs clamping around his hips in a lame effort to not rock forward.

and maybe it ends with you actually riding him. his game, and your show long forgotten as you bounce on his cock, fingers toying with your clit.

and maybe he makes you bend forwards after his release; soft cock slipping out your sodden walls, and he’d watch as a dribble of his thick seed leaks out of you and onto his thighs