The Law Of Attraction!

the law of attraction!

pairing. non idol! uni student! choi san x non idol! fem! uni student! reader

synopsis. is it a blessing or curse in disguise that you and your best friend are in the same psych 340 class? you're not quite sure and you don't want to know either because you get to spend time with your favorite in this entire world - until it starts becoming too hard to control the feelings you have for him. choi san is everything and more to you and you desperately need to be away from him before you accidentally end up kissing him one of these days. except, your prof seems to have different plans when he assigns you and san to be partners for a project... on the law of attraction.

warnings. a little kiss, cursing, a little jealousy, a dt (someone save wooyo!), food/eating

genres. fluff, comedy, romance, friends to lovers, mutual pining

ft. non idol! yeosang, non idol! wooyoung

wc. 3.2k

reblogs and comments are appreciated! helps with not getting shadowbanned!

TRUTH be told, if someone were to tell you that your professor would assign your best friend as your partner to do a research paper on the law of attraction, you’d laugh in their face. why would you do that? it’s simple really: you’d been trying for years (three to be exact) to get choi san to look at you in a romantic way, but nothing ever happened. so why now? why did the universe suddenly do this to you after you swore you’d try moving on from that man? what’s worse is that you have to work on this paper for half of the semester, and you think you’d rather go insane than to work on the paper with choi san.

but that’s how you find yourself sitting across from san at the table in your apartment, laptops open as you both type away what research you find, piping up once in a while to talk about what you’ve found. your mouth runs dry each time you look up to peer at san, taking notice of how his glasses would sometimes fall down the bridge of his nose only for him to push them back, taking notice of how he’d run his hand through his newly-dyed red hair, taking notice of how he’d furrowed his eyebrows when reading something on the screen. eventually, san stretches in his seat, eyes flickering over to you and finding you already staring at him.

he blinks at you, tilting his head. “is there something on my face?”

you shake your head, looking back at the screen in front of you. “no, i was just thinking,” you mumble, already typing away. “you know i have a bad habit of staring at anything when i’m thinking.”

san chuckles softly. “you’re right,” he says, sighing. “have you found anything new?”

snorting, you look up at him. “besides the usual? like attracts like? positive thinking only?” you close your eyes. “i think i’ve hit a dead end over here, what about you?” you open an eye to look at him.

the male also shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. “i’ve basically found the same. how about we start sorting out what we want to include?”

“sounds like a plan,” you groan, stretching your fingers out. “but can we take a break first? i think my ass is numb.”

san laughs. it’s a hearty sound, something that makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside knowing that you’re the reason behind the dimpled grin on his lips. eventually, he calms down and nods, standing up and disappearing into your kitchen. “do you want something to eat?”

“are you asking that as you raid my fridge?” you stare in amusement as san pops his head out from the kitchen, sticking his tongue out at you before retreating back inside.

“yes,” he calls out, followed by the sound of him rummaging through whatever you have. “but i’m also asking in case you’re hungry and want something to eat.”

you think for a moment before replying. “i guess,” you drawl out. “or do you want to order take out?”

“take out!” san says, emerging out from the kitchen. “dude, you have absolutely nothing in your kitchen.”

grimacing, you take out your phone. “i guess that means i have to go grocery shopping on wednesday,” you glance up from your phone, looking at san through your eyelashes. “what do you want to order?”

“a pizza is fine,” he replies. “or fried chicken? i don’t know, you pick.”

“but sannie,” you whine. “you know i can’t choose!”

“okay, okay,” he says, holding out his hand. “i’ll choose, and we’ll split the bill.”

“thank you,” you sing, kissing his cheek and skipping over to the couch where you fall face-first into the cushions.

san laughs before you feel that he’s standing on the other end of the couch, lifting your legs up so he could sit and letting them drop on his lap. “here,” he says, tapping your back with your phone. “i ordered from that pizza place down the street. it should be here in half an hour because they got a lot of orders today.”

“damn,” you say, your voice muffled. “i guess that means we’re going to have an hour-long break.”

“um, no,” san says, chuckling. “we’re going to have a thirty minute break, talk about the project, eat and talk about the project, and then work on the project.”

“project this, project that!” you shuffle around so you can look at san, your cheek pressed against the couch as you reach out to grab your phone. “how about we work on it tomorrow? it’s getting pretty late, you know.”

humming, the male pats your legs, taking out his phone to scroll through whatever he opened. “nice try, yn. but we are going to finish what we started.”

“yessir,” you mumbled, turning to face away from him and going on your phone. it’s then that you see that you have an unread message from someone. tapping on the icon, you see that yeosang, a childhood friend of yours that san has yet to meet, sent you something. yeosang’s humor was a little different from yours, but you found everything funny, so you start laughing at what he sent, shooting up to sit straighter. “you’re stupid,” you laugh, recording what you had just said before typing something else.

san leans over, peering down at your phone. “yeo?” he says, his eyebrows furrowed. “who’s that?”

“yeosang,” you say, your laughter subsiding into giggles, continuing to type as yeosang immediately replies to your message. “you know, my childhood friend.”

“ah,” he hums, nodding. “the one who goes to the uni on the other side of town?”

you nod. “that’s the one! i think he’ll be dropping by to visit. said he’s free this whole week because he finished all of his assignments last week. oh my gosh,” you gasp, turning around and smiling at him. “you two can finally meet each other!”

san laughs softly. “right,” he says. “finally meeting the guy you grew up with.”

“yup! yeo is kind of awkward, by the way,” you say, going back to texting said person. “but he’s a great guy once he gets comfortable with you.”

“is that so…” san mumbles, glancing at you before turning his attention back on his phone. “well, i can’t wait ‘till then.”

it’s then that the doorbell rings. you stand up, heading over towards the door. san jumps up when you squeal, only coming face-to-face with you hugging some guy like your life depended on it.

“yeo, i thought you weren’t stopping by until thursday?”

san feels his stomach drop to the ground as he realizes that the guy you were just hugging, the guy who looks way too handsome for his own good, the guy who is making you smile so much that you seem to be glowing, is none other than this kang yeosang guy he’s been hearing so much about since he meet you in your first year of college together. it’s funny that it’s taken so long for him to meet yeosang, having befriended you instantly after meeting each other at orientation three years ago. he kind of wishes this moment never happened because damn is he feeling so insecure right now.

“yeo, yeo!” you grab his hand, a bounce in your steps as you lead him inside your apartment, yeosang clutching onto the pizza box as he lets you lead him inside your humble abode. you stop when you’re standing in front of san, still grinning. “this is san, the guy i talk to you about. san, this is yeosang, also the guy i talk to you about.”

yeosang places the pizza box you two had ordered on the table next to him, turning around and awkwardly sticking his hand out. “nice to meet you,” he says.

san looks down at his hand, staring at it before slowly reaching out to shake it. he accidentally ends up using a little too much strength because when he looks up to face yeosang, he finds that yeosang is taken aback. he’s confused for a second before yeosang’s grip becomes stronger, taking san aback this time because wow is yeosang strong.

“oh, uh,” yeosang is the first to pull his hand away, sending san a weirded out look of sorts before gesturing towards the pizza box that sits on your table with a nod of his head. “i got this from the delivery guy before ringing the doorbell.”

“thank you, yeo.”

when san glances at you, he’s surprised to see you and yeosang already standing next to each other, looming over the pizza box as you open it. you glance back at san as yeosang holds out a slice for himself and you, motioning him over with a wave of your hand. as he grabs a slice, you whisper something into yeosang’s ear, the male nodding and going over to sit in a chair while you grasp san’s arm, gently pulling him away and into the corridor that leads to your room and the guest bedroom on the opposite end.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, effectively snapping san out of his thoughts.

he clears his throat, pushing his glasses up his nose and then rubbing the back of his neck. “nothing,” he says. “why?”

you narrow your eyes at him, shifting your weight onto your right leg. “because you’re acting weird,” you huff. “listen, if you feel uncomfortable with yeo, tell me, san. i want both of my favorite people in this world to get along with each other.”

favorite people. he, choi san, is one of your favorite people. he hopes it’s just him and mr kang yeosang that’s sitting at your dining table eating away at the pizza he paid for the both of you… regardless of the elephant in the room (in his mind, that being yeosang), san still feels giddy because you just said he is one of your favorite people in this world.

so he nods, following you back into the living room only to deflate when you and yeosang are basically in your own little world.

this, he realizes, was going to be a long night and you two probably won’t be able to finish the goal at hand: the research paper on the law of attraction.

“i’m telling you man,” san huffs into the phone, glancing out of the corridor to see you and yeosang chatting away. “yeosang and yn are attached to the hip… and quite literally!”

he hears wooyoung cackle through other line, wincing at the sound and lifting his phone away from his ear. “dude,” he says. “i told you time and time and time again that you should just make a move on her already!”

san barely gets to reply while he’s busy glaring holes at the back of yeosang’s head, almost choking on air at wooyoung’s next words.

“yn is so in love with you!”

coughing, san glances back to see you turn your head in his direction, worry written all over your features. he quickly hides behind the wall, his back pressed against it as you call out his name.

“i’m fine!” he says. “wooyoung just told me a really funny joke.”

you ah. “okay! tell wooyoung i said hi, by the way!”

“will do!” san waits a couple seconds before angrily whispering into his phone, “jung wooyoung, i am going to kill you next time i see you, you hear me? you’re a dead man.”

“uh-huh,” wooyoung dryly replies. “you’re probably going to die from jealousy before you can even lay a finger on me to be honest. which is why you should probably just confess already!”

san groans, running a hand down his face. “wooyoung, for the millionth time already,” he says. “she does not like me. if anything, she’s probably in love with kang yeosang.”

wooyoung hums. “yeah, keep lying to yourself. listen man,” he pauses for a few seconds, and san can hear some shuffling going on from wooyoung’s end. “i know what i’m saying. that girl is so in love you.”

“woo—”

“shut up and let me finish,” wooyoung snaps. “yn looks at you like you hung the entire galaxy for her, she is that in love with you. yeosang’s probably just like a brother to her, so just man up already and confess to her! i’m getting tired of you two pining over each other, it’s sickening. now,” he clears his throat, “i have to go because i have a date.”

“you have a date?” san asks. “with who—”

“bye, sannie~”

while san was busy talking with wooyoung, you were busy trying to deflect the obvious elephant in the room that yeosang kept bringing up.

“yn,” yeosang sighs. “you need to confess already.”

“wow,” you gasp. “will you look at that?”

yeosang furrows his eyebrows, prompting you to continue. “it looks like i don’t give a fuck!”

he groans at your response. “listen here, missy,” he says, huffing in annoyance. “i’m getting annoyed with his constant glaring and i’m getting annoyed at you, too.”

“what?” you ask, pointing at yourself. “how the heck am i annoying you?”

“you’re literally always complaining to me about trying to move on from him when you keep doing the opposite! either do something or i will.”

you scoff, narrowing your eyes. “you wouldn't dare.”

“oh,” yeosang throws his head back, laughing before he rolls his head to the side, looking at you dead in the eye. “i would.”

his phone rings, making him take his phone out. he unlocks it, reading whatever he was seeing before standing up just as san walks back into the living room.

“i have to go,” yeosang says. you stand up and follow him to the door. “my girlfriend said her mom wants to take us out for lunch,” he pauses, grimacing. “she's probably going to make us wear what her mom gave us a while back…”

you snort, leaning against the doorway as yeosang slips his shoes on, san standing behind you and resting his chin on your head, almost as if it was second nature to do so. yeosang quirks an eyebrow in amusement while you start speaking. “the ones you showed me a while back?” you ask. “you know, the ones that said she's with—”

“stop,” yeosang says, sighing as he holds up his hand. “don't remind me.”

yeosang opens the door, and you push yourself off the wall and head to hug him. “do something about your crush, okay?” yeosang whispers, pulling away and waving at san.

you hum. “i'll think about it. tell her i said hi, by the way.”

“will do.”

with that, yeosang leaves and you and san stay at the doorway before you shut the door.

“i, uh, didn't know he had a girlfriend,” says san all of a sudden. you look up at him as you walk past him and back to the dining table where you grab your laptop off the surface and head to your couch.

“yeosang and his girlfriend have been dating since we started college,” you hum, plopping down and opening your laptop. “she's amazing. they compliment each other well.”

“is that so?” san follows you, taking his laptop off the dining table and sitting down next to you.

“yeah,” you say. “should we… start working on the project?”

san nods, quietly opening his laptop. he doesn't know why, but he feels like his shoulders feel lighter and he can actually breathe now that he yeosang left and now that he knows yeosang has a girlfriend.

somehow, the sun has already disappeared and has been replaced by a sliver of the moon, both you and san also (somehow) find yourselves sitting on the ground. san has his legs splayed underneath the coffee table while you have your legs up to your knee, laptop propped on top of them.

“i say we approach this differently,” you say. “everyone's going to be applying the law on friends and whatnot, but we should apply it to each other.”

san raises his eyebrows, his fingers stopping their little dance across his keyboard as he looks at you. “apply it to each other?”

you nod. “yeah! think about it,” placing your laptop on the coffee table, you twist around to face and san does the same, knees bumping into each other. “since everybody basically has the same information and will have the same approach to the application, we should try approaching it differently so we can get a better grade than the rest.”

“and how do you want to go about it?” san yawns, groaning softly as he stretches his arms.

“that is an excellent question.” you grin, leaning forwards slightly. san quietly gasps, eyes widening. he hopes you didn't hear, and it seems like you didn't because you carry on with your thought. “honestly, since it's just basically manifestation, positive vibes only, like attracts like stuff,” you pause, huffing, “i guess we should take the easy approach with like attracts like, unfortunately.”

“how about we do that and the manifestation part?” he hums.

“that's not a bad idea,” you say. “we can honestly then weave in the positive vibes only rule since technically the manifestation and like attracts like are… the same.”

your eyebrows furrow as you think about the realization you just had, making san giggle. the noise grabs your attention, and san feels short of breath as you stare at him with stars in your eyes. as if in a trance, you both start leaning forwards until you're almost touching noses.

“like attracts like,” you whisper, almost as if you're afraid that if you speak any louder, whatever is going on right now would get ruined.

san nods, humming, not trusting his voice at the moment. his eyes flicker down to your lips before flickering back to your eyes, staring at you in surprise at your next words.

“i like you san.”

“you,” he breathes out, licking his lips nervously. “you like me?”

you slowly nod, watching his every movement. “i do… the question now here is: do you like me back?”

san grins, dimples appearing as he leans forwards, resting his forehead against yours as his breath fans your lips. “i like you,” he says. “i've liked you since our first year.”

you gasp, pulling back immediately and slapping his shoulder. “you… you're an idiot, choi san!”

he whines, rubbing the spot on his arm that you had slapped. “what did i do?”

“are you blind?” you huff with narrowed eyes, arms crossed over your chest. “i've been trying to get you to like me since then!”

“what?” san looks at you, genuinely surprised. “are you sure? because i swear i was the one that was trying to get you to like me.”

as you stare at each other, you both burst out into laughter.

“wow,” you say in between your giggles. “maybe like really does attract like.” implying that both of you are dumb.

san finds himself smiling so wide that his cheeks hurt as he cups your cheeks, running his thumb over the expanse of your cheek gently. “yeah,” he breathes out, his gaze flickering over your face until it falls on your lips. “maybe you're right.”

“you know i'm usually right,” you quietly reply, looking up at san through your eyelashes before closing your eyes just as san presses his lips against yours.

ride

just you riding wooyoungs face

genre: just smut 18+

warnings: face riding, oral (f receiving)

word count: 0.2k

"wooyoung.."

"shut up" his hand reaches up covering your mouth. your hips grind against his tongue, muffling his words. he start sucking at your clit, holding you still for a second then letting you grind against his tongue again.

his nose hits your clit deliciously, a quiet whimper falling from your lips. wooyoung slides his hand down to pinch at your nipples, his other hand moving you along on his tongue.

"you taste so fucking good" his words are muffled again as he holds you still, working on your clit again. you feel the pleasure building up faster than you anticipated.

"woo..fuck.." you pause feeling him bring your clit between his lips again. he hums looking up at you, your eyes looking down at him. the way his eyes are looking at you and the vibration of him humming pushes you over the edge "cumming.."

he holds you still not stopping his work from your clit, your hand covering your mouth doing your best to muffle your moans so his members wont hear. your body curls up, leaning forward over him you whimper from the on coming feeling of overstimulation.

you pull yourself off of his mouth panting. his soft laugher is heard from under you. his hand connects with you ass.

"thats what you get for saying i have a ridable nose"

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Pairing: Ceo!Jongho x fembody!coworker!reader (gn pronouns)

Summary: After an unexpected turn from a creepy colleague, you’re left within the comfort of your cold boss, Choi Jongho. However, he leaves you with an alluring offer of something more…

Genre: angst, heavily suggestive, comfort, slight fluff

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: reader!is!harassed, reader!cries!, making out, mentions of possessiveness!, claiming!, choking! and hickeys

Please let me know if I’ve missed anything 🫶

Bzz, bzzzzzzz.

Bzz, bzzzzzzz.

Your phone vibrated with the soft echoing dingles of your alarm, gradually arousing you from your tranquil sleep. You yawned and stretched, taking satisfaction in the crackling of several bones along the curve of your spine. You sluggishly sat up, searching blindly for your phone, your hair and sheets a tangled mess. Once it was in your grasp, you quickly turned the alarm off, rubbing your face in tired motions as you took a moment to gather your bearings. You checked the time, squinting an eye in the process as the painful glare from your phone illuminated the room.

5:31 am.

With a sigh, you reluctantly crawled out of your warm, comfortable bed, making your way to the chilly bathroom as you scratched the back of your neck lazily. You twisted the sink tap, splashing cool, refreshing water across your face and neck, eradicating the last remaining hints of drowsiness from your body. You stumbled out to your wardrobe, hurriedly selecting a silk white blouse and a black pencil skirt, paired with a matching set of black lace undergarments for your work attire of the day. You strolled back into your bathroom, shutting the door behind you as you went.

You’ve been working for Choi Enterprise for the past two years under new CEO, Choi Jongho, whom overtook his father’s position as heir of the company for the past six months. Unlike his father, he exerted an intimidating and unrelenting energy that sent chills to your bones. He always wore a poker face and rarely ever spoke unless required to, more often than not resorting to unnerving stares and short, direct sentences when he conversed. Even the way he walked was domineering, his presence alone striking a quiver in your knees. It unsettled you… but also ignited a deep hunger within you. You couldn’t deny it - he was a handsome man, and his dominant aura just made you want to be railed by him even more; his strong, muscular arms choking you as he trailed bruising hickeys across your neck and chest as he possessively claimed you with each thrust. Is that too much to ask?

You brought a sharp slap to your cheek, snapping yourself out of your dreamy state. He’s your BOSS for god’s sake Y/N, you scolded yourself as an embarrassed flush began to bloom across your cheeks. With a shake of your head, you checked the time once more.

7:15 am.

“SHIT I’M GOING TO BE LATE,” you cried, quickly finishing your meal and slipping on your shiny black stilettos as you grabbed your purse and keys, and opened the door, haphazardly exiting your home as you headed to work.

Twenty minutes later, you arrived on time and stood outside Choi Enterprise, the tall skyscraper looming over your microscopic figure. With a deep breath, you smiled and entered the building, the echo of your clacking heels announcing your presence as you steadily walked to the elevator, swiping your key card as you entered and selecting your floor number. Soon after, you arrived on your level and stepped out, basking in the bright morning light through the crystal windows. Just as you made your way to your desk, your coworker, Madison, rushed over, plonking an array of files and loose forms on your workspace and panted.

“Woah, are you okay? You seem like you ran a mile,” You asked concerned as she propped her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. “We have meeting… with… Choi,” she gasped. “He wants.. see.. propositions… NOW.” A surge of cold dread ignited in your stomach, your jaw falling slack and your eyes widening at the sudden news. “Oh fuck,” you hissed, scrambling wildly through your draws to find your folio and USB. “I thought it was next week?!” You cried as panic began to settle in when you couldn’t find your business proposals. “He moved it up.. to today.. two minutes ago,” she inhaled deeply, finally composing herself. “Julian said that he didn’t know what spurred his decision, but he looked furious.” That was never good hearing it first-hand from his secretary; he must’ve been really pissed.

Finally, you grasped the dark navy blue folder attached to a ziplock bag stapled to its exterior with a USB sealed inside. A wave of relief washed over you. At least I haven’t fucked up yet. “Okay, let’s go.” You briskly ran to the board room with Madison in tow, mentally going over your presentation and the key points you’ll be stating. When you arrived, you saw Julian waiting for you both outside, ushering you in with urgent motions. “Be aware,” he whispered behind you. “The beast has awoken.” You gave a small nod as you and Madison piled into the room, Julian closing the door behind him as he left to go escort Jongho. Silent chaos encased the room as everyone hurriedly shuffled around, bowing their head slightly in acknowledgment as they passed. You sat at your designated seat, grateful for your earlier preparation as you let out a long breath, sinking into the fabric of the black chair.

“Well hello to you too princess,” a flirtatious voice spoke, bile rising within your mouth as an unamused expression plastered on your face. A faux tight-lipped smile graced your lips as you sat up, seeing the man that you despised most in the world sitting across from you. “Oh I’m sorry Rufus, I didn’t see you there.” He leisurely gazed his eyes up and down your attire, a sickening smirk twitching the corners of his mouth. You internally cringed. “You look gorgeous princess,” he whistled, a sultry look evident in his eyes.

You shifted uncomfortably and ignored his comment. Just as he was about to say something else, Jongho stormed into the room, everyone suddenly standing to attention and bowing in unison. “Let’s start,” he stated as he threw his file onto the table and sat in his seat, everyone following suit in silence. “Mr. Jones,” he called out as Rufus shot his head up. “Yes Mr. Choi?” “You present your proposal first.” Everyone turned their heads to Jongho, confusion and shock on everyone’s faces. Usually, he followed a particular order; starting from you and ending with Rufus. Why did he do that? you pondered, landing your gaze onto Rufus. He gulped, his eyes wide in surprise. “U-um,” all eyes turned to him. His hands visibly shook as Jongho waited patiently for his reply. Any sympathy drained away as a subtle smirk spread on your lips at his loss for words. Oh this was going to be good.

“W-we have nothing to present sir,” Rufus hung his head in shame as everyone held their breath. The room stood still. “Mr Jones, what is our company’s policy?” Jongho asked. “Be ready and prepared at all times, sir,” he responded. “And do you admit that you failed to fulfil this as an employee of this company?” “Yes sir,” Rufus poked his cheek with his tongue, embarrassment flushing across his neck. “Finish your proposal by next Tuesday and we’ll reevaluate your work ethic at this company,” he concluded, tapping his files together and leaning back against his seat as Rufus hung his head in humiliation and shame. Damn, your heart raced, that was attractive. “Miss L/N,” he turned his head to you, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Yes Mr Choi?” “Present your proposal for us please.” A small smile curved on your lips. “Certainly sir,” you stood up and made your way to the large screen, plugging your USB into the side and beginning your presentation.

After you finished, the room erupted in applause as you took a deep bow. Quickly, you gathered your things and sat back down. “Well done Miss L/N,” a proud smile splayed across his face. A surge of pride swirled within you as you nodded your head in acknowledgement. “Thank you Mr Choi.” “Now Ms Kahn, please present yours.” Ms Kahn nodded and stood up to present her idea. Suddenly, you felt something hard brush against your ankle. You flittered your gaze downward and noticed it was Rufus’ shoe trailing against you. You looked up as you met his enraged stare. Oh no, this can’t be good. The colour began to drain from your face as he slowly climbed higher, slowly inching towards your inner thigh. You shuffled your chair back in hopes to be out of reach.

His face contorted into a sneer as he dropped his foot, stopping his antics and setting his focus back on Ms Kahn. You eyed him disgustingly as you followed suit, calming yourself and ignoring the panic coursing through your veins. Unnoticed by you, Rufus knocked his pen onto the floor. He bent down to grab it, crawling further and further under the table. Coincidentally, his knuckle skimmed against your leg, causing you to jolt back as a pair of seething eyes witnessed the scene unfold. “We will continue this tomorrow, everyone is dismissed,” Jongho abruptly announced, interrupting Ms Kahn’s proposition and halting Rufus’ motions.

Seamlessly, he stood up, sending a flirtatious wink in your direction. Disgust morphed onto your face as you cringed, swallowing the fear of what could have happened if it wasn’t for Jongho’s impeccable timing. Just as you were about to exit, Jongho called out. “Except for you, Miss L/N.” Your body froze. What did he see? You turned around and bowed your head, obeying his instruction and standing still next to the doorway. Rufus was the last to leave as he strutted past you, a satisfied grin encasing his vile face as an angry gaze burned into the back of his skull. The door closed behind him. Silence engulfed the room.

Jongho stood up and made his way to you. He positioned himself directly in front of you, keeping a distance and his hands situated in his pockets. Your body trembled in nervousness. “Look at me,” he spoke softly. Startled by his gentle tone, you glanced upwards, noticing a forbearing smile on his lips. “Are you okay?” You looked away and bit your lip as you felt the familiar sting of tears brim your eyes. You nodded. Unconvinced, he gingerly stepped closer and gently placed a hand under your chin, tilting it towards his face. “It’s okay,” he cooed. “You’re safe.” Your facade caved as a tsunami of sobs escaped your throat. He carefully embraced your shuddering body, whispering caring and sweet phrases as you released your distress and fear into his chest. “I-I was s-so scared,” you choked. “Shhh, it’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe with me,” he gently patted your back in conforms as you continued to cry.

After a moment, your tears were dried, emotional relief encasing you as you inhaled a long deep breath. Jongho stepped back, his hands placed on your shoulders. “You okay now?” Your glassy eyes gazed into his as you nodded. He felt his heart skip a beat. Suddenly, your eyes widened at his soaking black shirt, realisation hitting you like a truck. “O-oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” you hurriedly pulled away to grab some tissues, only to have your wrists tenderly held in his strong grip. “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got some spares in my office.” He gazed at you in a soft and affectionate manner, causing you to shyly look away. He gently brought his hand up to cup your face, stroking your tear-stained cheeks. Your heart fluttered. “Don’t let him get to you, okay?” You bit your lip as you nodded, your adorable doe eyes striking a chord in his heart.

As if possessed, he leant down to your face, his warm breath cascading against you as a shiver crept up your spine. Delicately, he placed a peck against your lips, once, twice, and then kissed you. Your body froze in shock, taking you a moment to grasp the situation. Suddenly, he pulled back, realising what he just did. “I-I-,” he stuttered as an embarrassed rouge reddened his neck, shyly fidgeting his fingers. Admiration surged within you at his cuteness, now seeing the unveiling of a mere sweet, flustered boy twiddling his thumbs compared to the stoic man you usually know.

Ah fuck it, you thought as you stepped closer and brought his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. In an instant, he kissed back, your lips moulding one another’s in a slow, feverish make out. You prodded your tongue against his mouth, silently asking for permission. He let you in as you both battled for dominance, his hand snaking to the back of you head and waist as he pressed you closer. He carefully shifted positions and leant you against the table, trapping you in his hold, his domineering presence back again. He gently pulled away, eyes glazed with lust and hunger as he stepped away, admiring the view of you panting and disheveled against the table.

“Fuck..” he sighed, clenching his jaw as he resisted the urge to rail you senseless. He took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts and composing himself. He brushed his hair back and readjusted his tie, making his way to the door. “Meet me in my office at 6:00 if you want to continue where we left off.” With that Jongho calmly stormed out, leaving you perplexed and shocked. You just witnessed the duality of your boss.. and my lord both sides were attractive. Who knew such an intimidating, cold man could be so shy and sympathetic yet so hot and controlling? You glanced at the clock on the wall.

8:06 am.

Your head lolled back, huffing out a sigh. “Now I’ve gotta wait for fucking ten hours just to get laid,” you groaned, wondering what you were going to do with the dampness in your panties. Suddenly, you sat up. A devilish smirk carved your face as an ingenious idea came to your mind. Oh he’s going to feel it…

But so will you.

Part 2?

A/N: Hi again, thank you so so much for reading my fic :)) I was originally going to do this as one big fic, however, I ran out of time and so part two will be uploaded next week 12pm GMT on Sunday. (I can’t leave y’all on a cliff hanger for too long <33)

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The MinSanHwa Dorm (pt 1)

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader, mentions of san and mingi

word count: 4.2k

tags: fluff, smut, established friendship with san, horror movie night, mentions of ot8

minors DNI !! nsfw & warnings under the cut

warnings: virgin!seonghwa, switch!seonghwa, switch!reader, minor handjob (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), begging, unprotected sex (❌), sex with some clothes still on, overstimulation, aftercare

"Just through here," San said, opening the door to the dorm he shared with Mingi and Seonghwa, the former you hadn't met yet and the latter you had interacted with once or twice when visiting your childhood best friend with his newly dyed blonde hair.

An agreement had been made between yourself and Ateez's management about your visiting conditions, considering your father was recently appointed CEO of a neighbouring entertainment agency with whom KQ had close connections with. Ever since San's debut, seeing him was as rare as seeing family who lived overseas during the holiday season, but now that things had changed you would have the opportunity to see him more frequently.

Being invited over to his dorm, though, was under wraps. Their manager was away on a quick family trip for two days while the boys had a free schedule, so San decided it was the best time to sneak you in to show off where he lived.

The two of you kicked your shoes off at the front as he lead you inside, the hallway light coming on automatically as you entered. "Y/N's here!" San announced, hanging his set of keys on a hook on the wall.

Seonghwa's head popped around the corner as you moved into the shared living and kitchen space. "Hi, nice to see you again," he said with a smile. As it was already almost 11pm, Seonghwa had already finished washing up and looked comfortable in his matching silver pyjama set.

"Nice to see you too," you greeted him warmly.

"Mingi-ah!" San called out, seemingly summoning the taller boy, the tips of his blue black hair damp as he walked out of the bathroom in a plain black t-shirt and grey sweat shorts. "Are you watching the movie with us?" San asked him.

Mingi gave you a smile and small wave before making a disgusted noise at San. "No, I'm not gonna watch a horror movie with you just so you can make fun of me."

San chuckled and patted him on his broad shoulders in passing. "Fine... Pussy."

Mingi grabbed San by the back of his shirt and pulled him into a headlock, the two laughing as you stood in the middle of the dorm a little awkwardly. Seonghwa quickly picked up on it and offered you the bowl of popcorn he was already snacking from.

"Sorry about them." He smiled again.

You thanked him and took a handful, the two of you moving over to the lounge. "It's okay. Trust me, I'm very used to San starting trouble."

San joined the two of you on the lounge after turning off all the lights for the extra effect, opening up Netflix and starting the movie you had decided on earlier that day.

"Why are we even watching this?" Seonghwa asked two minutes in when the eerie atmosphere of the film had already been set. "You get scared easily too."

"Exposure therapy." He shrugged. "I don't get scared that easily-"

The sound of glass breaking in the movie made San jump, cutting off his own sentence. You laughed as Seonghwa chuckled quietly, the blonde-haired idol now going silent as he stole the bowl of popcorn from your lap as you were seated in between them, Seonghwa on your left and San on your right.

You were no stranger to scary movies, likely having more free time to become desensitised to them than San would, so each jump scare in the film hardly had an affect on you. However, being able to watch the movie a lot more calmly than the boys either side of you made you very aware of their movements. San had curled up on the lounge and was just slightly leaning into you, which didn't bother you at all considering you had known him almost your whole life. Seonghwa on the other hand had unconsciously shifted closer, and it wasn't until the end of the film when one of the characters was suddenly taken by the antagonist that Seonghwa's hand flew to your knee in surprise.

He withdrew his hand just as quickly as it happened, his face going red even in the dim light. "Sorry, I'm sorry," he mumbled quietly so San wouldn't hear.

"Oh, it's okay!" You whispered back to him, a little surprised yourself.

The movie soon ended and Seonghwa was the one to get up to turn the lights back on, San frozen in his spot. Everyone took a minute to adjust to the light flooding back into the space, you and San standing from the lounge.

"I don't know how I'm gonna sleep tonight." San shivered.

"Aww I can stay with you, if you want?" You teased him. But the look in his eyes was one of genuine fear. "Whatever you want, otherwise I'll just crash here." You patted the top of the lounge.

San mulled over the thought of having you in his bed before he shook it away. "No, I'll be fine. Are you sure you don't want me to order you a cab?"

You shook your head. "You'd rather me travel all the way home at," you searched for the time and found it on a clock hanging on the wall, "1am than have me sleep on your lounge for one night?"

San smiled, realising you had him there. "I'll grab the spare blankets for you," he said before disappearing around the corner to the linen closet.

"Goodnight, Y/N," Seonghwa spoke up, reminding you that he was still there. "I'll be up for a bit but I'll leave you to get some rest."

"Okay, goodnight Seonghwa." You gave him a sweet smile before he retreated into his bedroom, softly closing the door behind him.

"Here you go." San returned with a large blanket and a spare pillow. "Sorry we don't have a spare room for you to stay in."

You chuckled and took the things from him, getting the lounge ready. "No that's okay. I'm just glad to be able to see you more often now."

"Me too." He sighed contentedly. "Though our manager can't know that you stayed the night. I don't know what he'd do to us."

You pressed a finger to your lips. "What are you talking about? I was never here."

He laughed before turning around to head towards his bedroom. "Goodnight!"

"Night, San."

The living space was quiet as you finishing fluffing up your pillow and got yourself comfortable. Though it was no bed, the lounge was nice enough to be able to rest well on. But for some reason your mind remained awake, swimming with thoughts of your day. You felt unusually restless but it wasn't entirely the fact that you were secretly staying the night at your best friend's dorm who happened to be an idol apart of an increasingly popular group. Maybe it was the small movements on the lounge earlier as Seonghwa fidgeted beside you during the movie. Or his tall frame that you felt a little too comfortable beside. Or when he had accidentally reached for your knee, leaving not only him blushing hard from the gesture.

You didn't even know Seonghwa that well yet. The only other members you could consider proper friends besides San was Hongjoong and Wooyoung who were in a completely different dorm shared with Jongho. You had also spoken with Yunho and Yeosang only a few times when visiting San at dance practice when they were around, and Mingi you hadn't encountered at all until tonight. But you'd known Seonghwa to be the most welcoming member so far, despite not having shared a lot of time with him yet.

The very faint sounds of a video game reached you from across the room, seeming to emanate from the bedroom of the very member you were thinking about. He did say he'd be awake for a little longer and San had definitely already passed out by now.

You tip-toed to the door of Seonghwa's bedroom, seeing a faint light leak through at the bottom. You knocked gently and the sounds of the video game quietened before you heard shuffling inside, the door opening a moment later.

Seonghwa blinked at you through his glasses. "Oh Y/N, everything okay?" There was a trace of concern in his voice.

"Oh, yeah! I'm okay. Just can't sleep. What are you playing?" You smiled.

"Animal Crossing," he said before opening the door wider. "Would you like to watch?"

"Sure." You slid past him into the room. "Thank you."

His room was small but was filled to the brim with decorations, mainly Star Wars, on a row of shelves that hugged the left wall, his desk to the right and his bed on the opposite wall. You moved to sit at his desk since his game was set-up on the TV that was at the end of his bed, but as Seonghwa slipped under the covers to sit up in bed, he patted the spot beside him. "You can sit here if you want."

A light flutter brushed past your chest as you took him up on his offer. "Don't blame me if I fall asleep," you joked, opting to sit on top of the covers instead with your back to the head of the bedframe too. Seonghwa chuckled along before continuing his game, excitedly showing off his character and what he had built on his island so far.

You didn't know how much time had passed with the two of you sitting there, quietly chatting and enjoying the game, but at some point you had decided to make yourself a little more comfortable, laying down on top of the covers with your eyes still on the screen.

It wasn't your intention to, but the soft bed beneath you and the comforting sounds from the video game were enough to make you drift off to sleep. You were woken slightly when you felt the bed shift as Seonghwa must've climbed properly under the covers to go to sleep, but your body was so heavy that you didn't have the strength to get yourself up yet.

The second time you were woken up was by Seonghwa turning in his sleep. This time, you fought the urge to close your eyes again, slowly gaining consciousness to the fact that you really did fall asleep on top of Seonghwa's bed.

You slowly blinked awake, adjusting to the dark room before looking to your left to find the idol asleep. And even though the bed covers separated the two of you, Seonghwa had turned towards you in his sleep, your faces so close that you could faintly feel his steady breath on your cheeks.

You couldn't quite put a finger on what it was yet, but there were no warning signals going off in your head that you should take the opportunity to get up and return to the lounge. Your curiosity did, however, make you turn to look at the clock on Seonghwa's desk. You could faintly read the time on it: 4:18AM.

The taller boy stirred again in his sleep and you turned back to look at him, surprised to find his eyes barely open looking right back at you.

"Hey," he said groggily, not minding that you were still around.

"Hi," you said. A comfortable silence fell between you as he blinked himself awake as well. "I should go," you whispered, feeling the pressure in your chest only deepen.

Even in the darkness of his room, you watched as Seonghwa's eyes trailed from your own down to your lips and back up to meet your gaze.

"Stay," he whispered back.

You suddenly became very aware of how close you truly were to him. Your heart picked up its pace, the place in between your legs also growing warm as your mind began to wander. Nothing like that would happen though, not that you didn't want it to. Even though you were best friends with one of the members and would be seeing them more frequently, that didn't guarantee that any of them would actually find you attractive and act on it. That was ridiculous...

Wasn't it?

Seonghwa sat up slowly and pulled back the bed covers. "Here."

What would San think? It's not like you intended to sleep beside, or with, any of his members anyway. The gentleness in Seonghwa's voice also indicated that he wasn't interested in making you uncomfortable, so the decision was completely up to you.

You let a second or two pass before tempting your heart further, climbing under the covers to lay beside Seonghwa. It was much warmer and you hadn't realised how tense you had become from sleeping in the cold air.

"Are you okay?" Seonghwa whispered in the dark.

You nodded, though it was unlikely he could see it. "Just a little cold, that's all."

"Can I...?" He trailed off, letting the air between you hang for a moment. You realised what he was silently asking and you nodded again, making you realise he could in fact see you before he softly wrapped an arm around you, shuffling just a tiny bit closer.

What had led you to be gently held by the friend of your childhood best friend was entirely unknown to you. Your head was racing as you started to warm up immediately from the contact, finding it both nerve-wracking and electrifying all at once.

"Do you think San would mind?" You squeaked out.

Seonghwa gave you a comforting smile. "I don't think San would mind at all."

In the midst of your drowsiness, you found your eyes gently trailing across Seonghwa's features, drinking in the beautiful details of his face before landing on his plump lips. He must've caught you staring as the tip of his tongue darted out to wet them before you locked eyes again.

"Y/N... Can I..."

You swallowed, finding yourself understanding his trailed off sentences more and more. You nodded, your heart now in your throat, before the hand on your back gently squeezed and Seonghwa gently closed the gap of evident tension between the two of you.

You melted immediately into the kiss, his warm hand on your back shooting sparks up your spine. The kiss was soft and so painfully slow, but it answered all of the question marks that had been swimming around in your head that night. His lips were like honey as you drew yourself towards him, your free hand slowly snaking up to rest on his hip. The soft gesture only made Seonghwa pull you closer, tilting his head to allow deeper access to him.

Your mind had seemingly emptied itself of everything else other than this moment as you kissed him gently, blindly finding that tongue of his and stroking your own against it. Seonghwa pulled back, his face red and eyes half-lidded as he asked, "Is this okay?"

Your heart warmed at the continuous questioning for your consent as you gave him a verbal yes, your hands finding the sides of his neck instead as your lips met in the middle again.

Seonghwa's hand on your back physically brought you closer and you found yourself absentmindedly threading your leg in between his, both of your bodies warming up at the contact. Your tongue met his again and a small sigh slipped out of you. Even though the noise was only small, Seonghwa could feel a tent forming in his pants already.

You hardly broke the kiss, breathing heavily through your nose instead as you kept one hand on his neck, the other sliding down to trace against the side of his thigh. A breathy moan left Seonghwa and he pulled away to pause for a moment.

"Sorry," he said, shuddering at the gentle touch.

"Don't be sorry," you whispered. "Let me know if you want me to stop." You said and he nodded.

You kept your eyes on Seonghwa and watched his face contort at the slightest movements. All you were doing was tracing your fingers lightly across the side of his thigh but it made him throb an embarrassing amount. Sliding your hand more to the inner part of his thigh, you brushed your fingers gently across his crotch and he gasped, hiding his face into the pillow.

"Ughhh," he moaned softly, breath heavy as you traced your fingers up and down his length still clothed in two layers. Your fingers found the hem of his pants and you tugged them down, Seonghwa helping you remove them as he also removed his silk shirt, leaving him only in his boxers that were tighter than they were five minutes ago.

"Have you ever been touched before?" You asked, your voice low and quiet as you resumed your position on your side with Seonghwa now lying on his back.

"Only myself sometimes," he admitted, eyes watching the top of the bed covers shift as you found his length again beneath his boxers this time. A longer moan left his lips and he bit them closed to stifle it, eyes shut tight as he lost himself to the pleasure. You dryly stroked him gently and that was enough to make Seonghwa's breathing quicken.

"Y/N... Hmph... It feels so good," he breathed out before your lips found his again, kissing him in tandem with your fingers tracing along his cock. You were only touching him gently, giving him a small taste, before his hands found your hips to stop your movements.

"C-Can I touch you now?" He asked, eyes sparkling as he swallowed back his own pleasure momentarily.

Your cheeks flushed and you nodded, laying yourself down as he shuffled to lay on his side instead. He helped you remove your shorts, leaving you in a plain shirt, sans a bra that you had ditched after the movie, and your pastel flower-patterned underwear.

Seonghwa's tall frame above you made you squeeze your legs together, but he gently pushed them apart, his eyes staying locked on yours as he dipped his hand beneath your underwear to meet the wetness gathered there.

"Fuuuck," you breathed out as he groaned at the contact. His slender fingers simply stroked up and down, hitting your clit every now and then which made you inhale sharply.

"Sorry," he whispered and stopped his movements, scared he might have hurt you.

But you shook your head, your eyes closed at the pleasure that shot through you with each movement. "No, it feels good."

"Okay," he said quietly before continuing, eventually finding your hole and testing the waters by slipping one finger inside all too easily. He pushed it in all the way and your entire body tensed at how incredible it felt with how deep he could go. Seonghwa took the opportunity to meet your open mouth and wrap your lips with his own, fingering you so slowly it only made you ache even more.

Small moans left you as he pleasured you, finding the courage to slip a second inside without needing to be prompted, only making you more crazy for how he was making you feel. You had to take a moment to separate your kiss to catch your breath, feeling your high approaching already. But he pulled his fingers out before he could get you there, absentmindedly wiping them on his bed.

"I-I've never had sex with anyone before," he admitted. "But I really want to."

You blinked at him, eyes slightly wide, not at the confession but at the fact he wanted his first time to be with you. "Are you sure?"

Seonghwa nodded confidently. "Yes. But I don't have any condoms."

You cursed in your head. "Me neither. But I'm on birth control. I can take a pill in the morning too. We'll just be more prepared next time."

A smirk found Seonghwa's lips and you immediately felt flustered from the look he was giving you. "Next time?"

Your face beat red from realising what you had just said, but Seonghwa lent down to cover you with another deep kiss before you could correct yourself. "I like the sound of that," he whispered lowly into your ear before removing your underwear then his own, peppering you with kisses in between.

You rolled Seonghwa onto his back, pushing back the bed covers, and pressed your chest to his, your shirt still on but too busy to do anything about it. One hand found his hair again as your kisses became more desperate and sloppy, the other hand finding his cock between the two of you and lining it up with your entrance. Seonghwa breathed out as his head brushed up against you, and you had to clench your jaw and bury your face into his neck once you actually slid down onto him, his entire length filling you up as you did your best to bottom out.

The air was heavy in his room as you stayed like that for a minute, allowing the both of you to adjust before you moved. Seonghwa's mouth was open with heavy breaths and his eyes were closed, and he looked beautiful in such a state. Feeling your eyes on him, he met yours and gave you a nod to signal he was okay for you to move.

You slid yourself up and down in a smooth, slow motion, causing Seonghwa to inhale sharply and a little more loudly than intended. Your hand rushed to cover his mouth and he did the same, his large hand enveloping yours as you both froze, hoping San next door didn't hear anything. After noting the silence as a good sign, you removed your hand from Seonghwa with a soft giggle, a cheeky smile painting his own features before you slid up and down once more, quickly contorting the features on his face back into pleasure.

"Fuuuck, Y/N... Please..." Seonghwa breathed out, his hands resting on his hips to guide you along.

You groaned into his neck, slowly picking up your pace, hardly able to hold yourself up. "You feel so good, Hwa."

One of Seonghwa's hands moved from your hip to cradle the back of your head, prompting you to look back at him before he connected your lips again. Finding his own pace, Seonghwa met your thrusts from beneath you, doubling the pleasure both of you felt.

Your thighs began to tremble around him as both of your breathing picked up. "Nghh- Keep going, I'm almost..." he pressed his head deeper into the pillow underneath him, his eyes squeezing shut as the words left him entirely. Then Seonghwa tensed, the hand on your head gripping your hair gently as he squeezed your hip with the other, filling you up with his hot load entirely. The look of ecstasy on Seonghwa's face was enough for the fire in your belly to build quickly, the tension within you snapping as your orgasm washed over you in waves. You rode it out, Seonghwa biting his lip to keep himself from crying out at the overstimulation that felt so good at the same time.

You felt slightly dizzy after cumming and so did Seonghwa, leaving the both of you to catch your breath with him still inside of you, the sweat on his chest making your shirt slightly damp. After a minute or so, you finally lifted yourself off of him, forgetting there wasn't a condom and causing his load to spill out of you onto his stomach.

"Fuck," he swore softly, the sight only turning him on again as you were careful to make sure it didn't spill onto his bed. You reached for his bedside table and grabbed a handful of tissues, cleaning the both of you up speedily.

"Are you okay?" You asked him, pulling your damp underwear and shorts back on as you bundled up the used tissues.

"Hm? Yeah," Seonghwa breathed out, drowsiness overcoming him. "Sorry, that was... Wow."

You giggled, moving back over to him as he sat up slightly, handing him his underwear back as you planted a soft kiss to his lips. "I really enjoyed that."

Seonghwa searched your eyes and found no trace of a lie. The comfort in that made him smile. "I did too. Can you still sleep here, though?"

"Of course," you said before heading towards his bedroom door anyway. "I'll be right back."

You quietly exited the room and tip-toed to the bathroom, tossing the tissues in the toilet before you used it yourself. After flushing and washing your hands, and splashing some cold water on your hot cheeks, you left the bathroom, almost getting a fright from seeing Mingi standing right in front of you.

You jumped slightly, catching yourself. "Hey, you scared me," you said with a quiet chuckle.

"Sorry." Mingi smiled, passing by you to use the bathroom next.

You decided to stuff some pillows under the blanket on the lounge to make it seem like you were sleeping there, the thought of Mingi hearing the two of you and waking him up dancing past your mind as you re-entered Seonghwa's bedroom. He'd neatly folded his pyjama's on his desk and was back under the covers in his underwear.

"Come here." Seonghwa opened up the covers for you again and you slipped in happily, immediately falling into his warmth as he cuddled you from behind. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Hwa," you whispered, your eyelids feeling heavy as you let your body sink into the bed beneath you, Seonghwa's tall frame enveloping you as you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Part 2.

hi! omg please i have a voicemail request for mingi (i just read the yunho one and im 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫)

so maybe like sub!mingi calling while he's jerking off but he's a whimpering and whining mess because he knows he's not allowed to finish without you and he's at his limit he just needs you so bad and you should be home by now already and he doesnt know what is taking you so long so he whines about being a good boy for you and that he misses you and he cant wait to cum for you when you get back + mommy kink if you're comfy with it <3

if you're not inspired by that absolutely no worries ill be happy just with a mingi voicemail <3

have a nice day/night <3

new voicemail - mingi (17:40)

pairing: sub! mingi x reader

genre: smut

tags: mommy kink, mentions of thigh fucking

note: (not edited), thank you so much for your comments and this ask! you have no idea how happy you made me lol. I appreciate you! Hope you enjoy :)

requests are open and feedback is greatly appreciated!

The number you’re trying to dial is not available at this time. Please leave a message after the tone. Beeep.

Hey, where are you? You were supposed to be home twenty minutes ago. What’s taking so long? Did your train get delayed? I hope you’re not still stuck in the office.

I’m so excited for you to get home. I’ve missed you all day. It’s been torture just sitting here, waiting for you to return to me. 

All I can think about is that outfit you left home in today… I’m jealous that your coworkers got to see you in those tights with that skirt all day while I had to sit here and just imagine it. I hope you’ll let me fuck those pretty thighs of yours.

I’m imagining your fingers in my hair while my face is buried in your chest. How you’d tighten your grip in my hair when I reach between your legs.

How you’d praise me for being the perfect little slut for you while I rut in between your thighs. Fuck, I’m about to cum just thinking about it.

I know you said I should wait for you to get home before touching myself… I tried, I swear! It just hurt so much, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I promise I won’t cum until you’re here to let me. I’ll be a good boy for you. I’ll do anything you want, mommy. Just please let me cum. I can’t take it.

Hurry home, mommy. Please. My hand isn’t enough. I need you, please.

Beeep.

Summary: Is it so bad that Seonghwa wants to give his daughter a little sibling? Pairing: dilf!Seonghwa x nanny!reader Genre: smut Tropes: dilf au, forbidden romance au Rating: R 18+ Warnings: breeding kink, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, daddy kink, clitoral stimulation, creampie Word Count: 911 Note: part one of the Arousal August event!! Thank you to @raibebe for beta/proofing this <3

“Oh fuck,” you whine into the kiss, “Daddy, it’s-”

Seonghwa pulls his lips from yours just far enough that you can’t reach him. “What is it, darling?” he asks with a condescending tone.

You let out a string of moans as he picks up the pace more. You were really asking for it this time too. You’ve been making offhanded comments about giving him another baby for the past two weeks. His daughter was nearly four now, and it only seemed appropriate that he got another. What you didn’t realize was how serious Seonghwa would get about putting his returning quips about fucking a baby into you.

Seonghwa is still spewing filthy words in your direction as he kisses down your throat. But you can hardly process anything he’s saying. All you can focus on is your impending orgasm. The words you’re attempting to say are definitely not words at all. More likely than not, you’re babbling nonsense. Suddenly, Seonghwa’s thrusts stop entirely, and you finally get a moment of clarity. He’s looking down at you with concern in his eyes, searching for something in your eyes. You hadn’t even processed the tears running down your cheeks until this moment.

“There’s my girl,” he smiles softly, “I was trying to check on you, and you weren’t responding to my question. Are you okay?” he asks, wiping away a stray tear.

“I’m okay,” you confirm, “Just feels so good.”

Something darkens in his eyes, “Daddy fucks you so good you started crying? You want me to fuck you full of my cum that badly?”

You clench around him, preemptively giving him his answer. Still, you nod as further confirmation. He starts thrusting into you slowly again, and you can tell he’s about to muse about something that’ll only serve to make you more desperate.

“I wanted to be sure you were okay, but goddamnit, you look so fucking pretty when you cry for me,” he says with a dreamy lilt, “So desperate for me to fuck you full that you’re crying for it.”

With that, he returns to his original pace, and you see stars when he does so. Your legs lock around his hips as your fingernails dig into his shoulders slightly, hoping to hold on to the last threads of your sanity. More tears spring from your eyes, and Seonghwa quickly kisses them away before kissing down your throat again. Again, you feel your orgasm bubbling inside you.

“Daddy, I wanna cum,” you all but yell out in a moan.

“Aww, my sweet girl wants to cum?” he chuckles, “You aren’t waiting for Daddy to fuck a baby into you first?”

“Please, please, please,” you beg with a whiney voice, “I need it so bad.”

“Need Daddy’s cum or for you to cum? Be specific, angel.”

You whine and beg unintelligibly, not even sure what you’re begging for. All you can think about is how desperately you want your Daddy to put a baby in you. As if he reads your mind, Seonghwa takes one of his hands and begins toying with your clit, perfectly adding to his bruising thrusts. If you thought you were fucked brainless before, now you’re on another plane of existence. 

“I wish you could see yourself, sweet girl, crying for me, just waiting to get fucked full of my cum. It’s cute.”

“Daddy, please,” you moan.

“Cum, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

Between his words, his thrusts, and the way he’s playing with your clit, your orgasm immediately comes barreling into you. Your legs go limp against the bed as you shake beneath him. The way your walls flutter around Seonghwa triggers his orgasm, and you feel how his cum floods into your pussy. Even after the rush of your orgasms, Seonghwa still thrusts gently and shallowly into you, riding out that post-orgasmic feeling. He lays down on top of your body, still fully inside you. You both stay practically silent for a few moments as you catch your breath.

“So,” you sigh out a laugh after a few moments.

“So?” Seonghwa echos.

“Crying?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles breathlessly, “Kinda shocked me too. You just look so fucking beautiful when-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there before you end up getting us into another round,” you tease.

Seonghwa chuckles at your comment and pushes his weight off of you as he pulls out. His eyes stay fixated on your now very messy pussy as his cum leaks out. You almost feel shy under his gaze and gently prod at him with your foot. That breaks him from his stupor, and his eyes lock on yours again.

“You okay there, old man?” you tease.

“Old man?” he asks, raising his eyebrow, “We both know that’s not true.”

“Are you not a dad?”

“That means nothing, sweetheart. You’re about to be a mom. Wouldn’t that also mean that you’re old too?” he teases back, placing a peck on your lips.

“Well, we don’t know if-”

“I’ll keep you so full of my cum you won’t have a choice but to get pregnant, my love. My daughter is with her mom this week for vacation. We have the whole fucking week for me to breed this pussy” he practically growls, fingering some of his cum back into you, “I’ll get you crying for me again too. Next time think before you start teasing me with that kind of thing. You’re about to reap the consequences for the next seven days.”

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