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.·:¨༺ ℝ𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟༻¨:·.

.·:*¨༺ 18+ Minors DNI! Warnings Below The Break ༻¨*:·.

Pairings: poly!ateez x female!reader ♡

Genre: smut w/ an itty bitty drop of plot ♡

Summary: Reuniting with the guys for dinner at your place turns out to be less about the food and more about getting them undressed and into your bedroom...and living room...and kitchen ♡

Word Count: 3.6k-ish (or less depending on who you choose to hook up with♡)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (f&m receiving), rough sex, choking, creampies, strong language, facials, scratching, biting, anal play, pet names (good girl, etc), fingering, & lmk if anything is missed ♡

A/N: In the intro the guys are split into three groups. 1. The Twins (Mingi & Yunho) 2. Two Demons & an Angel (Hongjoong, Seonghwa, & Yeosang) 3. The Lovers & the Bear (WooSan & Jongho). So you can technically mess around with one group or every group depending on if you want to read more or less. I'm still super new to this so I hope you guys like it ♡

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟༻¨:·.

Sitting at the dinner table, you soaked in the absolute pleasure that was having your boys all together in one place again. You didn’t mind the waste they’d laid to your beautifully arranged meal or the unnecessary bickering that inevitably went on between them. You lived for all of it, even the chaotic parts. Admiring their presence inevitably turned into admiring their looks. Was ignoring that aspect ever an option? Dressed in perfectly tailored suits, they were, each in their own unique way, handsome beyond words. You tried not to let your gaze linger too long which should’ve never been a concern. Their gaze lingered on you. Every time you turned away a set of eyes were admiring the way the satin fabric of your dress fell low into your cleavage. 

They were calculating how many inches above the knee the hem of your dress was. Jongho guessed about 14, Mingi guessed 15, and Hongjoong told them both to grow up. An alarm buzzed on your phone. Picking it up from the table, you swiped the alert way and noticed the time. 9:00pm on the dot. The others checked their phones, this new awareness of the time shifting the energy in the room to something more serious. Mingi took it upon himself to break the ice. Raising his dinner plate, he read the bottom, “One”. Refusing to wait to find out how he compared to Mingi, Yunho tilted his plate up and smiled. “Me too!” The two best friends tried but failed to hide their excitement at having matched with each other.

No complaints were made by anyone else about which group they landed in. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yeosang were all twos while Woo, San, and Jongho were all threes. Alright, so Jongho was a tad bit agitated at ever being third in anything. He was more fun agitated though. That was sorta the point. “Alright, so…” you started, standing up to fix your dress. You never got to finish because you were thrown over Mingi’s shoulder before you could say another word. Patting you on the ass, he charted a course towards your bedroom. “See you later gentlemen. Make yourselves useful. Do the dishes or something” Yunho teased, dodging a flying dinner roll as he followed Mingi up the stairs.

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕤༻¨:·.

Mingi’s tongue was down your throat before you hit the bed. “Uh, Mingi. I kinda need to breathe” you laughed, not really wanting your lips to part. Mingi pulled his glasses off and tossed them to the floor, “Breathing’s overrated”. Mingi disappeared between your legs, his hands already pulling your panties down. Yunho’s lips filled the emptiness that Mingi’s left behind, his tongue lashing at yours like he needed to taste what you had for dinner. Clothing was being shed so quickly that you couldn’t tell one shirt flying across the room from another. What you did know was that your dress was gathered around your waist now. Pulled down by Yunho to grant his large hands access to massage your breasts and pushed up by Mingi to expose your core, it was little more than a belt now. 

You felt a sting chased by overwhelming pleasure when Yunho pinched your stuff buds between his fingers. You whined into his mouth, only encouraging him to do it harder and he did. “Does my good girl like that?” Yunho growled, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. Mingi drug two fingers through your folds, teasing the moisture already gathered at your slit. “I think she does. She’s so wet already. Aren’t you?” Mingi taunted, dipping his fingers into your warmth. He curled them, working them in and out to hear the sweet sounds of your juices gushing out of you. Feeling your rapid, needy moans reverberate off of his cheeks made it impossible to ignore the arousal pressing against his boxers. “Open up for me” Yunho cooed, his thumb guiding your lips apart to make the perfect O shape. 

Mingi drove his fingers deeper into your core, the pressure so intense it made it difficult to keep your mouth open. Yunho hooked his thumb into your mouth, holding it open long enough to ease his cock between your lips. He fed you a few inches at a time. The vision of your pretty mouth struggling to take something so long...so thick...wasn’t something he wanted to rush. Mingi brushed his tongue over your clit, the excess spit from his mouth completely coating it. Just that one lick gave you goosebumps. Mingi wrapped an arm around your thigh, pinning you down so you couldn’t move. “Don’t run from me, pretty girl”. Shit. Why’d you have to be so weak in the knees for that man’s voice? Digging his fingers into the softness of your thighs, Mingi continued suckling your clit. 

Any little squeaks you let out were muffled by Yunho’s length taking up every ounce of free space in your mouth. Mingi’s fingers were slamming into you now causing your eyes to water in a way that almost made them sparkle. Yunho ran his fingers through your hair, mesmerized by how well you were taking so much stimulation at once. Your hips did everything to twist away from Mingi. It was too much. You couldn’t take it but at the same time, you were grateful that he was strong enough to keep you pinned down. Him stopping was the last thing you actually wanted. No, he had to keep going. You needed to feel him abusing your walls as he ate you out. It felt like the room was going dark on you. What the fuck was this? Were you dying? Not dying. Just… 

Yunho slipped out of your mouth in just enough time to paint your lips in his cum as you screamed your way through your high. Just as you began to quiet down, you felt Mingi’s length enter your wildly pulsing walls. “I forgot how tight you were'' he gasped, unprepared for how aggressively you’d clench around him. Mingi pumped his hips in and out at a steady pace. Occasionally pulling out until only the tip throbbed inside of you then slamming back in. Yunho leaned in to taste himself on your swollen lips, his fingers gliding down your chest...your stomach...until they were making circles around your clit. You held onto the sheets like you could rip them to shreds and braced yourself for your second orgasm. This one matched the first in intensity but was soothed by Mingi reaching his high at the same time, warming your aching walls with his fluids. 

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤 & 𝕒𝕟 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 ༻¨:·.

An oversized t-shirt was all you could wear. No bra, no panties. Everything was still so sensitive. Even dragging yourself into the kitchen for a glass of water was a task. Either Mingi or Yunho would’ve been glad to get it for you but you needed to stretch your legs. “Hi” a sweet voice greeted you as you entered the kitchen. You turned to your right to find Seonghwa sitting on the counter, that innocent face of his lit up for reasons that were anything but. Yeosang stood next to him, scrolling through a phone that was shoved to the side when he laid eyes on you. You waved a dainty, cutesy wave that made them blush. Hongjoong, who’d been rifling through the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to you. 

“Thank you, Joongie '' you beamed, taking the biggest sip of water you ever had in your life and planting an ice-cold kiss on his cheek. His eyes locked on yours, he closed the fridge door to shrink the gap between your bodies. Hongjoong plucked the water bottle from your hand, filling his mouth with water before handing it back. His hands slid under your shirt, raising it just barely above your nipples. Taking notice of how you winced when the fabric brushed against your bud, he dipped it into the cool water pooling around his tongue. Using one hand to hold your shirt up a little higher, you let him ease the lingering heat Yunho left behind. When the water turned warm, Hongjoong stared up at you, his tongue still teasing your bud. 

“More” he demanded, tilting his head back. You poured enough water in his mouth to fill it halfway, barely breathing in anticipation of what was to come. Hongjoong lifted your thigh onto his shoulder, taking your cunt in his mouth. You inhaled sharply, placing one hand against the fridge  to keep you from falling over. “I’ve got you” Yeosang comforted you from behind, allowing you to lean your weight onto his chest. Yeosang rested his warm palms onto your breasts. You could feel him getting harder and harder against your ass each time your chest rose and fell in his grasp. “Oh fuck” you moaned, Joong’s tongue pushing deep inside of you. 

Hwa took his time coming over, carefully deciding which part of you he wanted for himself. He settled on your neck, stroking the smooth skin before wrapping his fingers around it. Initially, he applied minimal pressure but the more he watched you the tighter he held your neck. When his grip got tight enough he stole you away from the others and bent you over the counter. Hwa’s fingers eased into you three at once, stretching you in every direction. “Hwa---please”. His fingers hooked inside of you, “Please what?” You stuck your ass out, pushing back against him. “Fuck me. Please. Please”. Hwa undid his pants and teased his cock at your wet entrance. 

Seeing how needy you were for him to put it in already had precum leaking from his tip. Rubbing it into your slit, he sank into you with a hiss that was enough to tell you how good he felt. It was refreshing the way that Hwa filled you. His length still tested the limits of how much you could take but he wasn’t as thick as Mingi. A difference that gave him more room to drag himself against your walls, setting every single nerve ending on fire. “She’s so wet I can hear it” Yeosang sighed, “I want her”. Your walls clenched at air when Hwa pulled out. The perfect invitation for Yeosang whose thickness matched Mingi’s and had your eyes watering once again. “Mmm, so good” you mewled, getting wetter each time one claimed you with his cock. Being swapped back and forth between the two men made you feel special and filthy at the same time. Precisely what you wanted.

Hongjoong finally joined you, laying his head down beside yours on the counter. “You wanna cum, don’t you?” he mocked in an almost sympathetic tone. Unable to get your thoughts together you simply nodded. Hongjoong glanced over at Hwa, “Do it”. And just like that Hwa, the one who was always most sensitive to your feelings. The one who’d never hurt a fly, let alone you, fucked you like he wanted to tear you apart. Maybe he did. Those familiar knots in your stomach wound up until you were at the very edge of exploding. “Stop” Hongjoong sighed, tucking your hair behind your ear as if that did anything for the absolute wreck that you were. Hwa, who’d zoned out entirely, had to convince himself to stop.

When Hwa finally stopped, he wrapped his fingers around his length and stroked himself until you felt his cum dripping down your ass. You couldn’t believe he did that to you. You were so close to cumming. So fucking close. Hongjoong poked your bottom lip, you were pouting like a little brat. He loved when you got like this. “Oh my god. Mmmm '' you panted, overstimulated by Yeosang’s entrance into your warmth. His strokes were just as rough...just as unforgiving as Hwa’s. Your legs were turning to jello, and you weren’t sure how much longer your body would stay upright. Hongjoong knew you were at the edge again when your eyes squinted shut. You prayed that he wouldn’t make Yeosang stop. This wasn’t fair. It was torture.

Hongjoong stood back up, an evil grin spread across his face. He casually turned to Yeosang, “Stop”. Yeosang didn’t need to lay a hand on himself to finish. He’d already gotten so close that when he pulled out his arousal was already spilling into you. Dropping to your knees, walls still twitching, you propped your body up against the cabinets. Hongjoong leaned down, stroking your cheek. “I’m sorry princess. That was mean” he apologized, “Come here”. Hongjoong pulled you closer to him, kissing you like he’d spent the night taking you to prom instead of edging you to the point of insanity. Leaning back onto the floor, he lifted you onto his lap.

“Make yourself cum” he ordered, freeing the hardness in his pants to rub against your folds. Legs still weak, you lowered yourself down onto him. Hongjoong, like all of the others, couldn’t believe you were still this wet. How could you milk him like this after everything they did to you? This was hardly the best you’d ever ridden Hongjoong, you knew that. Your limbs were barely operational. Working your hips the way you’d like to wasn’t on the table anymore. That meant nothing to him. You were bouncing, rolling, grinding, giving him everything when you had nothing left. “Joongie '' you whined, “It’s...I’m...c-c”. Hongjoong grabbed your sides, an inch or two beneath your breasts, and pumped into you. You bit down on your lip, almost bit your tongue. One more flick of the hips and you were creaming around his shaft. You gushed so hard that it dripped down his balls. 

Letting you collapse onto his chest, Hongjoong’s pace became slower. His mission had been to push you beyond your limits and, now that he had, he could take his time with you. Cum in you, on you, whatever he decided. You were in the palm of his hand now. Cozying up to him, it never crossed your mind to fight it. Why would you? 

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 & 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕣༻¨:·.

“How long have they been at it?” you whispered, sneaking into the living room and curling up next to Jongho on the couch. Jongho’s face told you he’d throw tomatoes at them if he had any. He turned to you, softening a bit, “Too long”. On the opposite couch, Woo and San were an estimated 20 minutes into a makeout session. Jongho despised that he got matched with them. If he’d been with Mingi and Yunho it would’ve been different. But what exactly was he supposed to do while Woo and San did...this? If you had to be honest, the numbers weren’t random when it came to Woo and San. It was a silent rule that no one ever spoke about. You saw no reason to break the only couple amongst you apart. That and it was pretty fucking hot seeing them hook up with each other. You swept Jongho into a kiss, melting away the angsty disposition he held so dear. 

“Forget them. I’m here now, yeah?” Your hands wandered below his waist, undoing his pants and feeling around for the part of him that missed you the most. There it was. Impossible to miss. A half-hour break, another bottle of water, and a t-shirt change had done wonders for your stamina. So when you got down on your knees in front of him and swallowed him in one motion, you had perfect control over what you were doing. Jongho’s head fell back as your cheeks fluttered around his cock. He never knew what to do with his hands. Taking him by the wrists, you rested his hands on the back of your head. There was nothing better than when he told you...showed you what he wanted you to do. You teased his rim on the roof of your mouth. You could never forget how much he loved that. 

With your free hand, you worked his shaft up and down, twisting your wrist at just the right moment to make him twitch. Suddenly you were twitching, someone was stroking your clit from behind. “You didn’t say hello” Woo pouted, “That’s rude, isn’t it?” San stood over you, tickling the side of your neck for the sake of being annoying. “Very rude,” San agreed. Woo let out a disappointed sigh, soaking his thumb in his own spit before sticking it in your ass. You nearly choked on Jongho’s cock which was far enough down your throat to make that possible. Using his knees, Woo inched your thighs and slid himself into your center. Woo did this thing. This thing only he knew how to do. He’d put his thumb in your ass while he fucked you, stimulating that thin layer of skin between the two. It was scratching an itch you didn’t know you had before him. 

Woo pressed his thumb down, forcing your walls to tighten around him. At the other end of you, Jongho refused to pull out of your throat, his hand keeping your lips wrapped around his base. They were playing tug of war with your body. Every pitiful noise you made fueled their need to fuck your mouth...your ass...your throat. They may have been last but you’d remember them. You’d feel the stinging in the corner of your mouth from Jongho’s thickness. If anyone had you after Woo you’d feel what was missing. “Y//N, stay just like this for me” Jongho instructed, both hands now locked to the back of your head. He ground his hips into your throat, his body tensing up as his swollen tip pumped your stomach full of cum. Jongho kept you in that spot, your throat warming his length until he softened between your cheeks. 

Jongho dragged his body to the other end of the couch, basking in the sense of peace he got from fucking your throat raw. San sat down in Jongho’s place, his fingers already circling his tip. You held your tongue out and he swiped his precum down it, a few drops wetting your bottom lip. San stopped you before you could take him any further into your mouth. “I want you on my lap”. Woo released you, more than willing to let you fulfill San’s request. San helped you up to your feet and down onto his lap. His hips were already moving when he entered you. “San” your voice cracked when you moaned his name. “Hmm? Feels good, baby?” “Y-yes” you stuttered, falling back into his arms. Woo was up from the floor now and taking full advantage of your new position. 

Your mouth was full again, Woo guiding your head up and down his shaft. You may not have been able to see yourself but you were sure your eyes had rolled to the back of your head. There was nothing to see, no faces to make out. Only Woo in your throat and San in your core. Both men moved at a steady rhythm, alternating who got more of you. You could hear your heart beating in your ears. Feel the pressure in your lower stomach. Your head fell away from Woo’s cock as you begged San, “Fuck me harder”. You begged and begged. Begged while San pulled your hair so hard it stung. Begged while he thrust into you with everything he had. San bit down on your shoulder, feeling himself come undone in the heaven that was your body. 

San rushed to lay you on your back, keeping your weakened legs spread for Woo to take over again. Woo slipped back in before you had a chance to come back down. His lips kissing you all over. Your nails marking the back of his neck. Words were escaping you again. If anything you were mumbling made sense, you couldn’t tell. Your nails dug in deep enough to draw blood as your final orgasm of the night shivered through your system. “You feel so good, Y/N. Fuck” Woo praised, pulling out and rubbing his tip against your clit until it glistened with his arousal. 

.·:¨༺ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕟𝕕༻¨:·.

“What do you want me to sing?” Jongho asked, sitting beside the bathtub you were soaking in. He stuck a finger into the warm water, swirling the bubbles around. “Whatever you want” you responded softly, your voice strained from a rather active night. Yeosang sat on the back of the tub, freeing your hair of every tangle they managed to put in it. At the other end of the tub, Mingi was massaging your sore calves. Seonghwa poked his head into the bathroom, “Your tea’s coming. Just…” Woo and Yunho’s bickering in the kitchen interrupted his sentence and sent him racing back downstairs. Leaving them to their own devices to prepare a midnight snack was doomed from the start. San sped past the bathroom door carrying a new set of bedsheets in his hand. Behind him Hongjoong was rambling, the judgment in his tone making it obvious he didn’t agree with how San planned to make your bed. 

Jongho leaned over and pushed the bathroom door closed. Returning to your side, he began to sing you a song you never heard before. Something he remembered from a special time in his life and chose to share with you. It was, as always, beautiful, and the faint sounds of arguing in the other rooms of the house added a certain charm to it that you’d miss when they had to leave again.

STARWARS - P.SH

Kylo ren! Seonghwa x Jedi/resistance member! Reader

Genre: Smut, little bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 4,103

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of death, choking, dom! Seonghwa, sub fem! Reader, unprotected sex (let's not🫶), name calling (pretty, pretty girl, Hwaseong), dirty talk, grinding, hickey giving (f. Receiving), fingering (f. Receiving), handjob (m. Receiving), squirting, hair pulling, clit slapping, wall fucking, creampie

Authors Note: This took way too damn long to write😭 although, I am happy with it and I hope you enjoyed!! It's not proof read because I'm lazy.. sorry!

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The sound of the room code being put in was heard beeping from the inside, shifting in your spot on the somewhat vertical metal slate when hearing it. The chunky metal cuffs uncomfortably dug into the skin of your wrists and ankles. Your movement was small as you were restrained, only allowing you to lift your head slightly to peak at the hexagon like shaped entrance.

The two sides of the door that met together in the middle were torn apart when the code was correctly put in. Stepping into your secluded prison area were two identical storm troopers, guns occupying the both of their hands. They walked in synk before stepping away from one another to allow him to walk through.

You heard the metal doors behind them shut in a loud echoing sound, but the only thing you could focus on was his full black body outfit as it stood out compared to the suits of his army. The cape fluttering behind him before he stopped a few feet in front of yourself, you could already imagine the smug look on his face under that stupid helmet of his.

"Good to see you again, pretty" His voice came out husky and low with the alterations the helmet made to his originally velvety and smooth voice, you had become rather accustomed to it these past few months.

You retorted back, the words only coming out in mumbles from the annoyingly dirty cloth gagging you. His chuckle resonated through the room in response as he walked closer to you, his gloved hands pulling the cloth from your mouth before you turned your head away in disgust.

He sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly at the scowl you had on your face, knowing it was aimed for himself.  With the flick of his wrist the closed sliding doors behind him opened.

"Out." His head turned towards the side, angled down as he talked to his two soldiers.

Two quick "yes sirs" left their mouths before exiting the doors. The man in front of you once again had his attention back on you as the doors behind him shut, leaving the two of you alone.

"Y/N"

"Hwaseong" you spit his name out like venom, you despised him, absolutely despised him. after all, he murdered your father with absolutely no remorse. You were not on his side, you were a Jedi, this was not your territory. Yet, you always ended up alone with him one way or another.

"You always act like this at first, yet one touch will have you coming undone on my fingers, isn't that right pretty?" His gloved hand came to stroke your face, your head instantly jerking away from his touch.

He let out a scoff, his hand aggressively gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him.

"Don't make me hurt you" His voice came out more as a sadistic growl then a command.

"Fuck you" you spat as your nose flared in anger, only then realizing what was coming next when he tilted his head to the side in a mocking way.

You felt the tension in your throat rise when he let go of your chin, hand held out in the air a few inches away from your neck. Feeling the way he began cutting off your air flow with just his mind, your head was being forcibly pressed up against the metal behind yourself. You choked out when he clamped his hand tighter. Your vision becoming hazy with the lack of oxygen. A small whimper left you, then an inaudible mumble following after.

"What was that, pretty?" He teased when he saw tears brimming at your eyes, another quiet mumble leaving your mouth.

"Speak up." He commanded.

"S-stop!" It was quiet, but louder than your last two attempts.

He obeyed, letting his arm fall to his side as he watched you cough and gasp for air. Seeing a few tears sliding down your cheeks and laughing to himself.

"You know what I want Y/N and I know you'll give it to me" He spoke.

You wanted so badly to get out of your restraints, wipe the embarrassing tears off your face and leave. But the growing heat in your pants was saying otherwise, your body spoke for itself and it wanted him. You shook your head 'no' in response to his words, your head hanging low while keeping your gaze away from him. but he was unconvinced.

"I know you enjoy it, pretty" His hand played with a strand of your hair, "when my fingers are buried inside that drenched cunt of yours" he tucked the strand of hair behind your ear, as you bit your lip.

"We have a bond, one like no other" his hand came under your chin, raising your eyes to his covered ones.

"I can feel your arousal from here" His thumb wiped a tear from your face, you shook your head again in his grasp.

"I don't need you, Hwaseong, I don't" you choked out, you couldn't let him get to you, not again. Not after all the shit he has done to your family and friends.

You were apart of the resistance, the last known Jedi, one who fought against the first order. You couldn't betray them like this.

At least, not again.

"No, but you want me. Why disregard your feelings? why must you always deny it every time we see one another, hmm?" His hand remained on your face as you glared at him, it angered you that he was right.

"Take your helmet off" you demanded, searching the metal helmet for a certain reaction or movement.

He removed his hand from your face, bringing both of them up to his head. Clicking both triggers on each side of the helmet to release the suction, before lifting it above his head. His sharp eyes met yours as he let the helmet drop to the floor, the metal floor and helmet making a loud clank. His blonde, almost silvery white hair sitting perfectly atop his head as a smirk was plastered on his face.

He saw your pupils dilate, practically sparkling as you laid your eyes on him. Just as you always did when he took his helmet off.

"Your reaction never fails to turn me on, pretty. Keep looking at me like that and you won't even remember you're a member of the resistance when I'm done with you" there it was, that smooth seductive voice of his. That voice that always had you seeing stars and forgetting your own name. You didn't even care about the meaning of his words, only his delivery.

His hands found their way to your waist, caressing and drawing circles on them delicately before moving them farther up. Ghosting the tips of his thumbs against your clothed nipples, the breathy moan you let out going straight to his growing erection.

"Take the restraints off Hwa" You tried jerking your arms away in attempt to free yourself, only wanting to get closer to him. He let out a chuckle before flicking his wrist, the restraints coming undone by the force.

You fell forward, landing into his grasp. Hands falling into his chest before snaking them around his shoulders as his came to your waist. Breathing the same air as your breaths fanned over one another's faces.

He was the first to close the gap, slamming his lips into yours. Pushing your back against the metal slate you were once restrained to.

Your lips moved in sync, sucking, licking, and biting. His hands squeezed your waist harder, most definitely leaving bruises for you to later find. Deepening the kiss when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, a desperate sounding moan leaving your throat when he began sucking on your tongue.

Your hands became tangled in the back of his hair, trying to bring his face as close as possible. Either of his hands made it to your thigh, lifting it and bringing it around his side. You ground your hips into his erection, earning yourself a delightful growl from the man who had his tongue shoved in your mouth.

The taste of his saliva was like nothing else you had ever experienced before, you could never get enough of it. He separated from your swollen lips and you whined from the lost of contact. He let out a small breathy laugh between the wet kisses he left on your jawline down to your neck. His tongue poked out from his mouth, allowing it to lick a strip of your warm skin, and causing shivers to run down your spin.

He soon after latched his plump lips around your neck, sucking and biting. Leaving his marks all over you. He wanted nobody but himself touching you, you were his.

"You know" he said between open mouth kisses and sucks on your neck, you hummed, pulling him closer by the leg wrapped around his torso.

"Our telepathy works whenever" you let out a high pitched whine when he found the sweet spot on your neck, he continued to abuse that spot when he felt your hips grind into his.

"I can hear you thinking about me when touching yourself" you let out an embarrassed whimper then mumbling out a quiet 'no'.

Although your telepathy bond could work at any given time, you didn't think he could hear you at such vulnerable times, how embarrassing.

"No- you can't" he chuckled into your neck.

"Oh but I can. You make it so hard for me not to take my ship straight to wherever you may be and fuck that precious little cunt of yours, pretty" you whined, your hand ruining his perfectly combed hair as you let your fingers tangle and grip the soft locks as you pushed him farther into the side of your neck.

You were so desperate, desperate for the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of your core. Curling them up and having your legs a shaking mess as you came all over them.

"Hwa please, just fuck me, please" you practically begged, pressing your hips closer to his, you felt his smile on the skin of your neck as a response.

He ran a hand over the fabric of your baggy pants around your raised thigh. Bringing them higher before teasing the hem of your pants, his cold gloved fingers pushing just a bit past the fabric as they ghosted over your warm skin, sending chills throughout your body.

"Stop teasing" you mumbled out, letting one of your hands fall to your pants and pushing the fabric just below your plump ass.

He chuckled at your desperation. Dropping your leg from his side, allowing your pants to drop to your ankles before you stepped out of them. You looked up at him, his eyes meeting yours before his hand disappeared into the fabric of your panties.

His other hand raised you leg again, this time higher so he could get more access. You let your head fall back into the metal while closing your eyes when his fingers found your clit, skillfully drawing circles around the bundle of nerves.

The fabric of his black leather gloves making your body shudder with the harsh yet pleasing contact.

"I can hear how wet you are, pretty. just as I want you" he smirked when pushing two fingers into your tight cunt, curling them slightly once fully inside. Just as you were craving them to do so.

You whined at the extra stretch his gloves caused. He gave your jawline wet open mouth kisses as he began moving his fingers in and out of you. His open hand came to your panties before ripping them off your body, a rather breathy gasp leaving your throat when hearing the sound. 

Now he could see just how big of a mess you were making on his fingers. he threw the torn material to the other side of the room, continuing to watch his now glistening gloved fingers disappear in you and reappear again. His pace began to speed up, wet lewd sounds bouncing off the walls.

You could barely control the sounds that were leaving yourself. You were too focused on the pleasure you felt with his fingers abusing your clenching hole and how the palm of his hand continued to slap onto your clit as he did so.

As one of your hands was on his shoulder, the other came to stop his moving one as you felt a weird feeling as you came closer to your high.

"S-stop, it feels weird" You tried to push his hand away but his other hand slapped yours away with an animalistic growl.

"You're fine, pretty. Enjoy yourself" he chuckled, watching as your arousal dripped around his fingers as the rammed into you.

"N-no Hwa, I'm serious- ah fuck!" You clenched around him as you felt the pleasure come over you, cumming all over his fingers, not even being able to comprehend the amount of liquid squirting from yourself and down your legs.

"Shit.." He watched in awe as your brows furrowed and mouth opened, your back arching up from the metal slate behind you. Your juices squirting out all over his hand, coating a good amount of his clothes and the floor in your essence.

His fingers slowed as you came down from your high, your face flushing red in embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed, pretty. That's the hottest thing I've seen in a long time" he chuckled and put your leg down and you covered your face with your hands. That was the first time you've ever squirted, you didn't even think you could physically do such a thing.

You peaked around your hands when you heard the sound of clothing hitting the ground, your eyes landing on his bare abdomen. You cursed to yourself when laying your eyes on his perfectly toned body.

You followed his lead, taking your shirt off then reaching your hands behind your back to unclip your bra. He watched you with hooded eyes as the straps fell down your shoulders, soon leading to your bra hitting the damp floor and releasing your pretty tits. He cursed under his breath when you looked up to him.

"You're stunning Y/N, the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on" He told you while his hands began undoing his pants, your mouth falling slightly agape in shock from his words. He saw your face, letting a small smile take over his lips.

"Don't pretend that you don't know it's true" he told you.

Now if you were to tell your friends and your mother, along with the rest of the resistance that the Hwaseong had just called you the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. They'd laugh straight in your face, because surely the most feared man in the galaxy felt nothing for anyone, right? Or at least that's what you had thought.

"Hwaseong-"

"It's Seonghwa, pretty. My name is Seonghwa" His pants fell to the ground leaving him in tight black boxers, his throbbing erection being seen through the fabric.

"W-why are you telling me this, Hwaseong? I don't understand" you shook your head as he got closer to you, his hand lifted your chin, raising your face to his before pressing a soft delicate kiss on your lips. A feeling that you had never felt with him before.

"I don't know" he whispered against your lips "but I want you to call me that, will you do that for me?" His eyes flickered between yours, awaiting your response.

"Yes, Seonghwa" you pressed your forehead to his.

Why you agreed, you don't know. Something about Seonghwa had you fully pulled in. Into something you had never experienced before in your life. You've had sex with others before him but nothing was as pleasurable and special as it was with him and it confused you.

The both of you were so different in so many aspects. He was on the dark side trying to take over the galaxy while you were there to stop him, create peace throughout the galaxy.

The only thing that you had to blame for this was the bond. Which also confused you because, why was it there? Why was it that you could communicate with him whenever you felt the desire and how could he do the same? And why was it that you even desired to talk to him?

It's as if the two of you are connected by souls, maybe this is what the people would call soulmates.

the two of you had moments where you had thought of joining forces and it wasn't because of the sex you were sharing, rather the way you felt when you were together. The feeling of being on top of the world. That is how you felt with him at times, but you were always reminded of who he was and what he has done.

Yet, you couldn't help but forgive him.

Your hand roamed over his torso, outlining his abs with your fingers and then his v-line before slipping your hand past the fabric of his boxers. He let out a sigh of relief when you had fully grasped his hot erection. Giving it a teasing squeeze before running your finger along the slit, smearing the precum around the head of his cock.

"Seonghwa.?" You questioned, the warmth of your breath spreading over his face. He hummed in response, letting his hips grind into your hand as he squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back in pleasure.

"I want you to fuck me like I'm the only girl in the galaxy"

His eyes shot open before he looked down at you, a look of surprise on his face. You became shy under his gaze, slowing the movements of your hand around his cock. But that feeling only lasted a second before he grabbed you face and slammed his lips into yours.

Your surprised gasp being swallowed by Seonghwa's mouth before kissing him back. Your teeth sometimes clanking together from the rough movements. The two of your bare chests met together, spreading the warmth of your flesh to one another. The pace of your  hand stroking his cock became faster and more rough, you brought your other hand to the back of his neck pushing him farther into your mouth.

You couldn't get close enough to him, no matter how hard your tried. You wanted him, all of him.

You separated from the kiss and his groin before catching his eyes as the two of you caught your breaths. Your bodies still being pressed together

"Will you?" You asked, meeting his eyes and still awaiting a reply from your previous question.

"Of course" His eyes remained on yours as he pushed his boxers fully down to his feet. His cock springing free from the material as his feet stepped out of the fabric.

His hands came in contact with both sides of your waist, giving the plush skin a small squeeze.

"Jump" he ordered and you obeyed. He easily lifted your body as if you weighed nothing and your legs came to wrap around his torso. His hands moved to hold the under side of your thighs and your arms wrapped around his neck to stable yourself.

He gently pushed you back against the metal slate behind yourself. It was different from the times he would slam you up against the metal, he always had you a bleeding mess under him as he interrogated you and pried answers from your mouth. Although you as well, never left him without a good beat.

Goosebumps spread across your skin when the metal hit your bare back, but the warmth of his chest pressed to yours made up for it. He began rubbing his hard cock through your wet arousal, as small gasp leaving your throat as he lubed himself before aligning with the entrance of your sobbing cunt.

His eyes met yours, asking for permission to push into you. It was something you had appreciated and adored, he may be the most feared man in the galaxy but he wouldn't ever push you to do anything sexual with him if you didn't want to.

Although he wouldn't hesitate beating you half to death when the two of you would get into fights. It was quite humorous.

"Please fuck me, Seonghwa. " You pushed your hips forward, your cunt sucking in the tip of his cock with ease.

He let out a hiss of pleasure when you clenched around him. Your head dropped onto his shoulder as he slowly pushed the rest of his length into you. Your sweet moans reaching his ears when he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back into you. He continued with the same pace, slow agonizing thrusts that were driving your crazy.

He could feel how desperate you were for more when your hips came to meet his in a rough way. He let out a chuckle when he gave you what you wanted, slamming into your tight wet hole and you couldn't help but drop your head onto his shoulder with loud high pitched whines leaving you in the process.

"Is this what you wanted, pretty-?" He teased, practically growling out the words as his hips continued abusing your hole.

"Yes- fuck! Just like that Hwa, don't stop!" You practically screamed out when he hit your sweet spot. Only making the both of your highs arrive faster when you clenched around his cock.

He cursed out in response, letting out small grunts from the noises you were making. One of his hands left your thigh and wrapped it around your waist, while the other made its way to your hair, pulling your head away from his shoulder to see your face.

"Such a pretty girl for me" His eyes watched your face, Your eyes were closed with your brows furrowed together and your mouth was slightly agape, letting out high pitched moans and whines just for him.

His gaze dropped down to your tits, watching as they bounced up and down with the force of his thrusts.

"You take me so well, pretty" your hands rested on his shoulders as his constant thrusts had your legs shaking around him.

His hand remained in your hair, his grip was softer then before but it still forced you to face him. Your eyes peaked open, watching him with hooded eyes. He gave you a small smirk before dropping the hand from your hair and down to your clit, giving it a few soft slaps before drawing circles around the bundle of nerves.

"Ah shit-!" Your hips jerked forward into his causing you both to let out similar moans. In response he sped up his movements. Hips now ramming into yours at an inhuman pace, fingers rubbing circles harshly on your clit adding just enough friction.

"S-Seonghwa, I'm gonna cum-"

"Go ahead, pretty. Make a mess all over my cock"

That's all it took for you to come undone, clenching and unclenching around him, causing him to curse out from the tightness. Your threw your head back in complete bliss, as constant sounds left your mouth.

Seonghwa was not far behind you as he shot his seed deep inside of you while his hips stuttered a bit. The both of you rode out your highs together.

Seonghwa pulled out and watched the both yours and his arousal drip out of you. He then put you down, your shaking legs almost giving out when they touched the ground. You both let out small laughs.

You rested your head against his chest as the both of you tried to catch your breaths. His hands wrapped around your waist and he placed a kiss on the roots of your hair before resting his chin on the top of your head.

"Y/N" he spoke, saying your real name instead of the nickname he's always called you. And you know when he calls you by your birth name that whatever he says next is nothing but serious.

You lifted your head from his chest to make eye contact with him, only to find him smiling warmly at you. Confusion now running through you.

"Y-Yeah.?" Your eyes flickered between his, searching for any sort of emotion he may be feeling. You saw something in his eyes but you pushed that thought away.

Hwaseong couldn't feel anything for anyone.

Or so you thought.

"I love you"

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idiot in love. k.yeosang x f.reader 5.7k words (fluff + humour)

“I have an idea!”

“No.”

Yunho, who had just burst into the room with a bright smile on his lips, now stood by the doorway with a pout. His phone is held tightly in his hand and playing a video from what looks like tiktok. A chorus of cheers and gasps comes from the gadget’s speakers and you can’t help but to be intrigued.

“Don’t be rude, Yeosang.” San tosses a candy wrapper at the other’s face, telling him off for crushing the light behind Yunho’s eyes. 

You sit on the pink reclining chair in the middle of the room and look up at your tall friend who had just arrived. Currently, you were waiting for the rest of your friends to get to your guys’ usual hang out spot. A comfy little pool house in the back of Seonghwa’s normal-sized and humble house, or that’s what he likes to call it (you’d rather skip the pleasantries and call it a mansion). It’s a decent sized pool house, as decently-sized as a mansion’s pool house can be, and it’s well decorated.

That’s a lie. 

You know how there’s this big thing with the generation now with aesthetics and styles? Yeah, so if you’d gather all those and smush it into a snowball pile and then throw it against a wall, you’d get the pool house decor. It wasn’t bad! Mingi once said that this is what cluttercore is. And you don’t think that it’s ugly, it’s not the best interior design you’ve done but if you look at it at a certain angle and then tilt your head to the left, then sure, it looks pleasing to the eye!

Actually scratch that. This was all Jongho’s fault! Yeah for sure. He calls himself an interior design major yet he can barely even get this place in check. Yeah, that’s right. How about you shift majors, Jongho?

No… that’s a lie too. Because you know god damn well that Jongho’s no joke when it comes to designing. This mess of a house was collectively everyone’s fault. Why? Because everything in this god forsaken pool house was brought by none other than your group of hooligans. 

Hongjoong had speakers stacked up in one corner along with a keyboard and a 2015 dubstep pad which you highly doubt still works. Beside his mess is another mess, this one is of dumbbells and resistance bands with a pull up bar station and foldable bench (which never gets folded) in between it all. This one was courtesy of your gym rat friends, i.e: San, Mingi, Yeosang and Jongho.

Jongho’s solo corner is most definitely the only aesthetically pleasing and neat area of the whole place. He had set up a little bean bag seat by the door so he could bask in the afternoon sunlight. And beside that was his little guitar stand and trusty acoustic guitar. You remember gifting it to him when he graduated high school; oh the memories of huddling together to gather all your saved up cash from your part time jobs.

Your corner? Well you didn’t exactly have one, per se. You had a habit of hovering around everyone else’s little respective corners and sticking your nose into their business, so you never really saw the need to have your own space. But you had a little pink reclining chair you thrifted in the middle of the room. It was beaten up and the leather was peeling in some spots  but if you covered it with a blanket, then it’s out of sight and out of mind.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand. 

You were sitting on your chair with your legs dangling off the arm rest and scrolling through twitter when your friend unceremoniously slams open the sliding glass door and holler about his brilliant idea. San was lying on the rug watching ants march by a cookie crumb and Yeosang was messing around with Hongjoong’s keyboard. Seonghwa was back inside looking for some snacks to share and everyone else was on their way to the pool house.

“What is it, Yun?” You turn to the man and place your phone down onto your chest.

“At least someone cares.” The tall blonde trudges to your side and plops down on the ground beside you. You watch as he shuffles around to get his bum comfortable on the concrete before he shows you his phone screen. Once he’s comfy enough, he leans his chin onto your tummy and starts talking about this one tiktok he saw. 

“So I was scrolling through tiktok and there’s this one that has like thirty million views.” 

San crawls up from his previous spot before kneeling beside your pink chair. His eyes are trained onto the people on the screen as he scurrys closer and leans his chin onto your shoulder. The newest addition to the scene connects eyes for a split second with the man on your stomach before he hums when the video replays again and it vibrates on your shoulder. But you’re not concerned, because your attention was on something else. Rather, someone else.

Yeosang stayed where he was, fingers mindlessly pressing key after key on Hongjoong’s keyboard while his other hand scrolled through his own tiktok. Is he not interested in what Yunho’s showing? Why isn’t he coming closer, you pout inwardly. 

Listen. If you were in his situation and you heard people gasping, you’d have ran all the way to see what was going on. This is not to say that you want Yeosang to come running towards you at any chance he gets, it’s just… Okay you do want him to run towards you whenever the opportunity’s there.

But can you be blamed for having a simple crush on your friend? He is exceptionally beautiful, of course all your friends are beautiful but you just think he has that edge that puts him above everyone else (but don’t tell Wooyoung or else he’ll flip). His large russet irises that just glitter in the sunlight like cold brew on a sunny afternoon. His high cheekbones and the rich red birthmark that sits at his temple. And his voice! So deep with a timber that makes your heart rattle in your chest. Everything about him just had you captured.

“Keep the pda to a minimum please, we have a minor.”

Hongjoong scolds from the doorway, throwing a glance at the other side of the room where Yeosang sat all alone with his equipment. He stands proud on his feet with pottery clay stained sleeves and mismatched socks. No one really knows what Hongjoong does in his free time, but he always turns up with skin tainted in whatever and oftentimes a new hair colour. Behind him stood your other two friends, one bearing a scowl and the other freely giggling at Hongjoong’s words. 

“I’m literally twenty one.” Jongho grumbles, unbuttoning the first couple of buttons of his tan cafe uniform dress shirt. 

“I’m talking about Mingi.” Hongjoong directs a nod at the taller of the three who then yelps out a ‘hey!’.

You and your friends had this little inside joke that Mingi was actually five years old mentally. Not in the sense that he’s dumb (he’s actually the opposite), but rather because of his cute and clumsy nature. For a man of his height, you wouldn’t expect him to be the type of person who makes hand hearts in every photo and calls the colour pink ‘heart coloured’. 

Moving forward, it’s not like skinship wasn’t a norm with your little gang of misfits, it was. Especially with the more cuddlier guys of the bunch, like Yunho and San. So, seeing them getting all cozied up with anyone isn’t all that surprising. 

“Where’s Wooyoung?” You ask, genuinely curious of where the loud one was.

“He went to bother Seonghwa. Probably making those crappy western sandwiches with ham and potato chips.” Mingi responded, making his way to you and peeking at the screen in Yunho’s hand.

“That looks fun.”

-

“Wait, so how does this go again?” Jongho asks, sitting on the ground beside the tray of snacks Seonghwa had prepared. Wooyoung had sneaked in three of those crappy sandwiches that Mingi mentioned onto the tray, and they were all eaten by him too. The rest of you settled on the bowl of salted pretzels and kettle chips.

Yunho downs his can of beer before tossing it to the side (much to Seonghwa’s dismay) and beginning to explain again. He believes this is his eighty-eighth time explaining to the group because none of them are ever listening at the same time!

“So we all put our phones down in the middle and make sure they’re locked.” Yunho demonstrates by placing his phone on the floor with the screen pitch black and reflecting his face. 

“And then we wait for one of them to light up. The person who owns that phone will then have to call their crush!”

Now everyone’s listening. Especially you, reclined on your chair and suddenly sweating. You can feel your fingers start to tremble and your heart beat quicker. Your eyes flicker to Hongjoong who gives you a wicked smile.

Hongjoong’s the only person who’s known about your… affectionate feelings for Yeosang. It’s rather an embarrassing story to recall. You were scrolling through your guys’ group chat and skimming across the recently sent pictures. You guys had just gone on a little beach trip in the middle of summer, yes how anime plot cliche of you, but who’s to judge? Anyway, you had stopped on a particular picture because it had caught your eye.

The sky was a rich blue and thin clouds had been strung out  across it. The horizon sits beautifully between it and the clear blue sea that calmly breaches onto the hot sand. But who cares for that view when you have the perfect view of Kang Yeosang clad in only his swimming shorts, sitting on a beach towel with his hands planted behind him to lean his head back. His hair was dripping with the salty sea water that trickled down onto his skin and pooling in his deep collarbones. 

You couldn’t stop staring. Not with the way his eyes had been shut and his lips hung open in a deep exhale. You were– as what the young ones say these days, quite gagged. The sight of his smooth skin with a light sheen of the sea and the sand that stuck onto his muscular thighs. Oh the things that ran through your mind… 

You wouldn’t have stopped staring if it wasn’t for Hongjoong walking up from behind you and gawking at the picture opened on your screen. In full brightness. Zoomed in on Yeosang himself. 

What’s worse than that was the way he reacted, but that’s a story for another day.

“I’m in!” San happily announces after Yunho explains, immediately fishing his phone out and placing it beside Yunho’s.

And soon, everyone had their phones out and ready to participate. Even you, although it does feel like you’re shitting your heart out of your ass. But what are the chances right? There are nine of you and there’s absolutely no way that your phone out of the nine lights up first. You had about an eleven point eleven percent possibility, so it couldn’t be you.

Yet, why were you so jittery? You know that your chances are low but why do you still feel like running out and diving to the pool by reason of insanity?  God, what’s up with you right now?

“We have to film this.” Wooyoung interjects before the game starts.

Everyone now had their phones laying in a circle right beside the litre of sprite. And honestly, you were kind of anxious, seeing that your phone was the closest to the bottle and might possibly get wet from the perspiration that’s dripping down the green plastic. You had literally gotten that five months ago, had to bust your ass sitting dogs and begging on your knees in front of your parents…

“Idiot how are we gonna film if all our phones will be in the pile?” San delivers a soft smack to the back of the shorter’s head. And now that you think about it, Choi San has been quite violent today. Throwing stuff at people and smacking heads.

“Seonghwa has two phones.” 

You hear Hongjoong call out from opposite of you. His voice was rather bitter, understandable. He, of course, has to live with his crappy little iPhone 6s plus until next month when he’s eligible for a new one from his plan (don’t ask why he hasn’t upgraded in the last– something, years). And his dear best friend Seonghwa is here with two of the latest iPhones tucked into each of his back pockets. But it all comes from a place of banter, though. You know how Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s dynamic is. 

“I’ll get the tripod!” Jongho immediately jumps onto his feet and runs to Wooyoung’s little nook. The latter then complains at how Jongho teasingly scatters his stuff in search of the tripod that’s ‘literally right there!’

When everything’s all set up, everyone huddled on the floor, Seonghwa’s turquoise iPhone perched by the sliding doors, and phones readily on hand, Yunho begins his countdown.

“Okay guys, so we all know what to do, right?” 

A chorus of ‘yes’ erupts from the team and a quiet ‘get on with it!’ sounds from Yeosang, who Yunho throws a pouty glare at.

“On the count of three, we’re all gonna lock our phones and then put them in the middle.”

One.

You have your phone in your hand and your fingers are trembling. You’re honestly so nervous because, fuck. The chances of you being the one chosen is high. Who in the world thinks that one in nine is a low possibility? Definitely not you! That eleven percent was one above ten percent. And in a situation like this? You think that a ten percent chance is still ten too many! 

Two.

You think about backing out, again. Maybe you should smash your phone on the ground and go oops! No… Maybe you could pretend faint and fall face first into the bowl of pretzels. Yes! That sounds– fucking stupid. Come on brain! You yell inside your mind, Think! Think! Think!

Three!

Too late. Everyone’s now clicking their phones shut and you’re left no choice but to follow from the peer pressure. And soon everyone’s phones are back on the ground again. This time, you’re not that worried about the damn puddle of water on the fucking gray concrete. All your mind is racing about is the fact that your life is on the line (okay dramatic much?). 

Your heart is pounding in your ears, and it’s all you can hear. Granted, everybody in the room had shut up in anticipation, but it just made the beating of your heart even louder. Your palms are growing clammy and you can feel beads of sweat forming on your hairline. It feels like millions of years have passed by now, but anyone can tell you otherwise. In fact, it hasn't even been five seconds since your phones were tossed into the ring.

With everyone’s eyes glued onto their own phones, you all waited. For whichever iPhone lights up first. The screens lined up together to perfectly mirror the way the pool water reflects the sunlight into the room. You try to distract yourself with the refracted light that dances on the ceiling, enjoying how they wiggle and float as a result of the pool right outside. It’s crazy how science works. But that distraction barely even lasts a moment before your eyes flicker onto a pair already staring at you. And as you stare into Hongjoong’s dark irises, you’re reminded of the fact that you’re waiting. For one phone to ping with a notification. Waiting. 

Waiting. 

Waiting.

Ping!

There it is. Finally you’re put out of your misery! Your eyes, along with everybody else's, fall onto the glowing screen. And you see the face of Suna Rintarou, Inarizaki High School’s Volleyball Team’s six foot one middle blocker. The same exact picture you have on your lockscreen. A text notification floats into view and it reads:

“Happy Birthday! This is Doja Cat, meow~. I am sending this message from my private number…”

That’s crazy, you think, who gets scam texts from Doja Cat? Haha… Oh.

Panic surges through your veins as it now registers that it was your phone that pinged. It was you who got the Doja Cat scam text. (It’s not even your birthday! Who sends this kind of stuff and how did they get your number?! What?) … And it’s you who has to call your crush right now.

At this point your heart has probably fallen out of your asshole, maybe even crashed through the crust of the earth. You can’t believe that this is happening to you right now. You had only a little over ten percent of a chance on your side yet the universe still pointed its grubby wrinkled finger at you. You’re convinced that you’re the main character of some stupid early afternoon sitcom titled ‘What are the odds?’ or something… Fuck, with a capital ‘F’!

Right after your phone had pinged on, Hongjoong’s crappy banged up iphone six followed suit with a notification from instagram. But it’s too late. Whoever just liked his post was twenty-three seconds too late. You were the chosen one.

The two of you make eye contact once more and his eyes now glitter with mischief. Not only was he saved by the grace of god, but he gets to watch you crumble into dust and debris like the ruins of Parthenon, again! Oh what a splendid day it was to be Hongjoong. What makes this situation even more satisfying (for Hongjoong and not you, oh dear god, especially not you) is what happened a couple days back. And the male who sits across from you can’t help but smile.

For context, it was a lovely Wednesday afternoon. You were lying on Hongjoong’s kitchen counter whining and moping about being single, as per usual. And your friend sits on the newspaper covered floor, painting his cabinets blue. Not even the usual calming sky blue that shows up naturally, no; he is painting his kitchen cabinets an awful shade of neon blue. One that blinds you and leaves a lasting orange mark behind your eyelids when you close your eyes.

“Is this about Yeosang, again?” He had asked you without even looking away from his brush strokes.

You felt your face heat up at the mention of him. You turned your head to look at the man with a pout, which he doesn’t even notice. Again, all his attention is on keeping paint from his precious bronze hinges.

“Maybe…” You responded after a few moments of silence. “And why aren’t you using a big brush like any normal person?”

Hongjoong murmured something along the lines of ‘mind your business’ and then told you to carry on your rambling. So you do. 

“I don’t know! It’s just that… I’ve been silent about my feelings for so long and this is my first time talking about them to anyone, so I’m dumping out a lot of emotions here.”

“Aren’t you glad I found out, then?”

“Fuck you.” You scowled at Hongjoong’s teasing tone pertaining to how he found out. You hate him.

“Like there’s something about him that’s just so charming!” You continued when he gave you no response. “When I first met him he was shy and quiet and so it was like whiplash because his best friend is apparently Wooyoung? I can’t be the only one who was surprised at that. But then… then he started opening up to us and then my perception of him just tumbled from there…”

Hongjoong placed his paintbrush on the floor, soaking the newspaper in blue paint and his focus had moved onto you. The way you talked so nonchalantly, like your feelings for Yeosang were something so familiar to you. The way you absentmindedly wiggled your fingers every time you giggle at a memory of a certain blonde. It was so obvious that your feelings for the man were much stronger than what Hongjoong first sought it out to be.

“He’s just so funny in his own little way. He doesn’t even have to try! Like that one time he was frying an egg and he tried to flip it but then–” You bursted out laughing at the memory. Hongjoong remembered too, the clueless expression Yeosang had after dropping the sunny side up egg on the ground was just hilarious. 

“I don’t know why I like him so much. We’re not the closest of the group– I don’t think I’ve even spent an hour just him and me alone! So it doesn’t make sense to me how I started liking him. I don’t know anything about him that you don’t, and vice versa. It just happened suddenly and now I have uncontrollable feelings for my friend. It’s like fucking cupid just punched me in the gut and went ‘hehe you have feelings now’!”

By now you had your face down on the countertop, muffling your cries onto the cold surface.

“And it’s so frustrating because he has the qualities to be the perfect crush! He’s handsome, funny and kind, but I know that’s not why I like him. Maybe it adds up to why, but it’s not entirely true. I think it’s because he has this aura around him that just had me hooked. It’s like his own angel halo, he’s just so– so… benign!”

“Benign?” Hongjoong finally spoke, he has never met anyone use the word ‘benign’ to describe anyone. Especially you! He did not expect you to pull out uncommon words for this. No hate, he loves you kiss kiss, but you’re the type of person to slap someone in the face and call it flirting. Describing someone as benign was not up your alley. 

“Why don’t you just ask him out then?” He asked you the most obvious question ever.

“What if he rejects me?” And you responded with the most obvious answer ever. 

“You’ll never know unless you shoot your shot.” Hongjoong picked up his paintbrush and went back to painting his cabinets such an atrocious colour. 

You gave him a cocky laugh in response. Pfft– confess? You? It was like telling an elephant to bungee jump, that’ll never happen! 

“But! If I don’t shoot, then I’ll never miss.”

Were your infamous last words, Hongjoong remembers so well. So maybe that’s what makes this entire thing so interesting.

Hongjoong watches you with hawk-like eyes, reading your heart off from your sleeves. Your eyes meet for a quick second before your eyes flit back onto the phone in front of you. The room erupts in hollers and hoots and Hongjoong can’t help but let his eyes drift off to the male who sat two persons to his left. 

Yeosang’s face was undecipherable, that’s all one could say. His eyebrows were raised in the slightest bit as a sign of intrigue. The corners of his lips were neither turned up nor down; they were just neutral. The only telltale sign of interest he’s showing is the upturn of his head as he tries to get a better look at your glowing phone screen. But other than that, you might say he looks indifferent.

But that’s not what Hongjoong sees. Oh no, the older male has his eyes on Yeosang’s closed fists. Watching as they ever so slightly clench when you shakily reach for the gadget. And Hongjoong’s mind is set. He knows now. 

“This is rigged!” You cry with your phone heavy in your hands.

“How?!” Wooyoung screeches from beside you. 

“You rigged it!” You point an accusatory finger at Yunho who flinches and gives you his sweetest most clueless puppy dog eyes. That devil.

“You came here with this idea! This was planned from the start! I am a victim!” You cry, voice getting more deranged as each word flies past your lips. 

And it’s funny, yes, everyone’s glad it’s getting captured by Seonghwa’s phone. But what will be even more fun is when you actually get to the fucking plot of this and call your crush!

“Just call whoever you have to call, y/n!” Jongho says firmly after his own laughing fit. Scary how strict the younger generation is nowadays.

“Do I have to?” You resort to pleading. “Can’t we just go again?” 

They all give you one final stern glare before you finally give up and unlock your phone. With each tap you do, your breathing gets even more shallow. Oh it’s bad for you.

Everyone has their eyes on you, some curious, some teasing, and you just want to die. Dig a hole and die. Eat concrete and die. Roll in barbed wire and die. Anything! Literally anything would be better than you embarrassing yourself. 

So you find the contact and press call. A ring comes from your speakers and it goes silent for a moment. Everybody is on their toes, giggling to themselves and feeling giddy over something that doesn’t even involve them. But can you blame them? They’re all so nosy and always want to be in each others’ business.

The next ring that blares into the room comes from the circle of phones on the floor. A light blue iphone vibrates and flashes, catching everyone’s attention. You’ve pressed your face into your palms, refusing to look at anyone as embarrassment spreads like wildfire on your skin. Just like before, the room has fallen silent again, minus the constant ringing of the still unanswered call. 

Yeosang stares, mouth agape and eyes wide. That’s his phone. There’s no mistaking it. And only he has his notifications set to LED flash which he first did because it annoys Wooyoung. He doesn’t exactly need it, per se, but at this point he’s had his phone set to LED flash for years now that he’d feel empty without it. Back to the scene at hand, Yeosang’s still staring at the call screen.

Everyone was at a loss for words. For multiple reasons, the first one being you having a crush on Yeosang. Wooyoung, at first was about to wail about you not choosing him instead, because obviously he is the better choice (his words). But that soon went over his shoulder when he glanced at the phone on the floor. The second, and more appalling reason to everyone’s disbelief, is that the object of your desires does not even have your number saved. 

“You don’t even have her number saved?!” Wooyoung suddenly breaks the silence and it makes you snap your head up. 

What…? You’re taking blow after blow today, a match with Manny Pacquiao would have had less punches to the gut. Triple Whammy! Or whatever you call it.

“Wow… You’re really…” San speaks up from beside you. “Really, you’re something else.”

The phones finally stop ringing and you hear an automated voice come from your end of the call. You could hardly look in Yeosang’s direction right now, because, face it, him not saving your number? That’s a large blaring neon sign of unrequited affection. And you’re too wrapped up in your own emotions, still frozen in shock, that you don’t notice Yeosang frantically shaking his head and hurriedly blurting out about how it’s a misunderstanding.

“It’s not just, y/n! I don’t have anyone’s numbers saved…” And his voice trails off when realizes that he just made things worse. That does not sound reassuring at all.

“Bro?!” Wooyoung snatches Yeosang’s phone from the floor and holds it up briefly to his best friend’s face to unlock it. The dark haired male finds his contacts list and it’s true. So far all he can see saved are his family’s numbers. Heartbreaking really, because after all they’ve been through?

“Eight years! We’ve known each other for eight years, Yeosang. And you don’t have my number saved?!” Wooyoung’s hysterical, which is somewhat funny. He’s an inch away from mauling his best friend like a bear and Yunho’s tasked with holding him back by the collar considering he’s sat beside the feral man. 

But there’s nothing for you to smile about, it seems like the group had momentarily forgotten about what happened a mere minute earlier. Which, thank god, you don’t want to dwell on that forever. But you are craving a little bit of attention right now, preferably from someone who’ll comfort you or some shit. You don’t know! It’s confusing.

Seonghwa notices the way your fingers pick and pull at the strings of your distressed jeans and he decides he should at least get you out of the room. He spots the empty bowl of pretzels and uses this as an excuse.

“I’m gonna go get more pretzels. Wanna come, y/n?”

You jolt at the mention of your name and you look up to see Seonghwa holding a hand out to you. Which, after you catch on to what his intentions are, you gratefully accept. Now on your feet, you grab the empty bowl and throw a quick smile at the squabbling group of idiots before making your way out. Missing the way a pair of panicked eyes trail after your figure. 

Once in the kitchen, you sigh and plant your hands on the pristine countertops. Actually, last time you were here, Seonghwa’s countertops were steel gray granite. How come the slab in front of you was now a snowy marble. When did his mom even renovate the kitchen?

“Hey, Hwa.” You start when you hear footsteps join you in the kitchen. “When did you get your countertops changed…”

Yeosang is who greeted you when you turned your head. Not Seonghwa.

And then everything’s quiet. Where was Seonghwa? You have no idea. Was he the one who set this up? You’re not sure, but you think so. Will you absolutely abolish him when you get him? Absolutely. 

You don’t know how long you both stand there stupidly staring at each other, but you assume it’s a really long time. You counted about seven bird chirps from outside and approximately three cars had honked as they passed by the road. You think you can see the sunlight moving, or maybe you’ve absolutely lost it. Matter of fact! Maybe that’s not even Yeosang in front of you. Maybe that’s just another one of your crazy hallucinations, that sounds about right. Real. 

Yes, there is no Yeosang in the room.

“So…” 

It talks?! 

The man in front of you starts and you’re startled out of your thoughts. Oh sweet cheese… That’s the real thing. That’s the real human Yeosang… oh great heavens…

“Uhm…” He scratches the back of his neck and sucks a breath through his teeth.

That is a telltale sign of discomfort, you conclude, the psychology major part in your brain puts on her lab coat and pushes up her jacket. Hand on the back of the neck? Head tilted? Avoiding eye contact? Yep, he absolutely despises you. He wants to grab you by the ankles and throw you onto Seonghwa’s incredibly large front lawn like a shot put. Miss Trunchbull style.

Only, you’re studying architecture. 

“This is awkward.” Yeosang speaks again.

“I’ll get the pretzels.” You turn your back and try to find a bag of pretzels, when you know that they’re in the pantry. And the pantry is right behind Yeosang so that means that to get to the pantry you’d have to walk past Yeosang. And you’d rather not get within shot put throwing distance of Yeosang right now! Maybe, you can take an alternate route over the kitchen island and then take the stairs up to the balcony and then jump off into the pool and then walk back in to grab the pretzels. 

Yes. Wonderful.

But, right when you’re about to jump over the marble, Yeosang’s voice pierces through the room.

“We should go get coffee sometime.”

And now you’re rooted in your spot. Because did Yeosang just ask you out or did you just bang your head on the counter in an attempt to run away? 

“I mean like… If you want to!” Panic rises in Yeosang’s eyes because, from his perspective, you’ve been silent this whole time. You even tried to avoid the topic entirely. But, I guess he wouldn’t blame you after the whole thing in the pool house. 

He’s been freaking out since the phone call. First of all, he fully expected San’s or Yunho’s phones to ring because you’re always cuddling with them. Maybe even Hongjoong, you go over to his place often and have a lot of inside jokes and secrets with each other. Who’s to say that you two weren’t secretly harbouring feelings for each other. But, that’s not to say he’s unhappy that you called him. He was just pleasantly surprised. 

He’s not complaining, he thinks you’re cute and he loves your personality. If anything, he’d love to get to know you more, maybe spend some time away from the hooligans you call friends. They always did hog you whenever you hung out. Never gave him the chance to talk with you one on one. Maybe this is his chance?

So, when Seonghwa offered to pull you out of the scene, he decided to take his place. A quick ‘I’ll go’ whispered as he passed by the older male. His palms were leaking by the time he got in the kitchen, standing nervously and bashfully scratching his neck. He genuinely didn’t know what to say. Where should he even start? 

So when he blurts out an invitation to go out, he feels his heart fall into the depths of the abyss. He didn’t mean to say that! He should have de-escalated the situation first, fuck! Now you’re standing there in the kitchen looking at him like he was stupid. He is.

“If you don’t want to then it’s okay.” 

And you just stand there staring, for another good three minutes. 

“Sure.” You finally whisper, eyes wide and dumbfounded, but Yeosang heard it. And it made his heart swell. Sure.

If idiot in love was the phrase, you were the picture.

note: not proofread and it's kinda rushed. ive had this prompt im my drafts for about a year now and i just wanted to let it out.

It's raining.

Summary: San wants Wooyoung’s attention and you make sure that he gets it, and then you decide to watch. 

Word count: 2.2k+

Genre: Smut

Pairing: OT8 x neutral!reader, Wooyoung x San (poly relationship)

Warnings: sub!san, dom!woo, shower sex, unprotected sex, use of kitten and master, slight degradation and humiliation, M x M, male penetration, anal sex, masturbation, voyeurism, cum, cumming untouched (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: uhmmm yeah ive noticed that I don’t have any WooSan comtent on here so I decided to change that. Have fun reading haha

Taglist: under the cut (let me know if you wanna be added) 

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“Y/n!” You heard your name called right as you finished cleaning the kitchen. It was San’s voice, and it was his pouty one. You smiled softly as an image of pouty San appeared in your head. And unsurprisingly, when you found him in the living room, he looked just like you had imagined.

His arms were crossed and his legs were spread apart while he barely sat on the couch anymore. He had slid so deep that his chin was laying on his chest, which perfectly underlined his pouty lips. He was adorable. 

“What’s wrong little one?” You asked as you sat down next to him. Before answering, he turned towards you and pulled himself back up.

“Y/n…” He whined. “Wooyoung hasn’t given me any attention today.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. He was getting so worked up just because he didn’t receive enough love, for his standards, from a single person. But Wooyoung and San’s relationship has always been special and you knew that. 

“Baby.. if he doesn’t give you enough attention, you need to tell him! He can’t read your mind.” You tried to comfort him a bit by gently patting his head. Without any hesitation San pressed his head into your hand and let out a satisfied sigh. Like a kitten. 

“Okay Sannie, get up. We’re gonna find Wooyoung and tell him to give you attention alright?” You said while standing up, not really accepting no as an answer. San nodded slowly and sloppily removed himself from the couch. You chuckled again. 

You held out your hand, which he immediately took, and walked him to Wooyoung’s room. But to his disappointment, Wooyoung wasn’t there. Only Yeosang looked up from his laptop, confused.

“Can I help you?” He asked, a loving smile on his face. The picture of you and San holding hands made his heart grow warm. 

“Where is Wooyoung?” You responded, sending him a small kiss. Yeosang received it with a dramatic gesture, holding his chest as if he was shot before he answered.

“Oh Wooyoungie is in the bathroom, I think he wanted to take a shower.” You quickly thanked him before leading San to the bathroom. You had an amazing idea. Right before the bathroom door, you stopped.

“Knock on the door honey.” You told San and his cheeks immediately turned red. 

“But- but what if he’s naked?” San asked, his mind obviously going places. You laughed a bit. As if San had ever cared about nakedness. “You’ll have to find out.” You giggled and knocked for him.

“Come in, the door is open!” Wooyoung’s voice sounded out of the room in response. You opened the door and gently pushed San forward. 

You entered a steamy room. Wooyoung always liked his showers hot. And before you could say anything, Wooyoung had pushed open one of the shower doors and popped his head out. As he realized it was you and San, he was confused.

“What’s wrong?” Wooyoung asked, sounding a bit worried. San just blushed and watched his feet. You gave him a little nudge. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to tell him, Sannie?”

Curiosity lit up in Wooyoung’s eyes and San was stepping from one foot to the other. 

“Uhm I- I want-“ San stuttered “I need your attention.” He was nearly whispering as he finished his sentence, but Wooyoung heard him loud and clear. His eyes darkened immediately and he shot you a small glance to make sure you were okay with what was about to happen. Oh and you definitely were. You nodded.

“You need my attention Sannie? Then get rid of those clothes and get it.” Wooyoung smirked as San flinched at his tone but instantly started undressing. You smiled. This is gonna be a nice show you thought while closing the toilet lit and settling down on it. Your premium seat gave you a clear view of the shower and even through the foggy glass you could perfectly see the outlines of Wooyoung’s naked body.

You had purposely left the door open to make sure everyone knew what was going on.

You watched San as he got rid of his last piece of clothing and stepped towards the shower. As cute as he liked to act there was no denial of how hot he was and he knew that very well. There was nothing that Yunho loved more than wrapping his big hands around San’s small waist while.. you know during what. Every member had their favourite part about San and if you had to choose it would be his broad shoulders.

His muscles were moving under his skin while he opened the shower door to get in. You were mesmerised by his movements. San was about to close the door behind him but Wooyoung interrupted him.

“Leave it open. I’m sure Y/n wants to watch.” 

Wooyoung had moved to the back part of the shower, leaving enough room so San could get himself wet. Having a big shower definitely had its advantages. 

But right when it looked like just a normal shower, Wooyoung took the body wash and squeezed a good amount into his hands before starting to gently massage San’s back. You watched as San flinched under the sudden touch but soon relaxed into Wooyoung’s hands.

A familiar tingle appeared in your belly as you followed Wooyoung’s hands with your eyes. He had started at San’s back before moving on to his shoulders and arms making sure every centimeter of his skin was covered in a thin layer of gel. Then he let his hands glide down San’s sides and stepped a bit closer to caress his chest and stomach. Their body’s were close, so close it looked like Wooyoung was pressed against San’s back while his hands were slowly wandering lower and lower. 

You smirked as you heard a well known little moan. 

Wooyoung had reached San’s crotch and began to stroke his dick gently. San had been hard from the moment he stepped into that shower. They had shut off the water before using body wash so you could clearly hear every little sound.

“Is this what you wanted, kitten?” Wooyoung asked, chuckling as San just nodded furiously. He loved that nickname. But that’s what he was to all of you, a little kitten.

San’s pathetic little moans from being jerked off echoed through the bathroom. Fuck this is too hot you thought as you felt arousment building up in your stomach. And you weren’t talking about the temperature in the room, which was also quite high.

Wooyoung was completely pressed against San by now, obviously rock hard as well. San could feel his boyfriend’s length press against his back and it made him go crazy. Wooyoung’s touch made him shiver, again and again, as he felt pre-cum dripping out of his own dick. 

“Do you want me to fuck you kitten? Is this the attention you need? If that’s the case, just say so~” Wooyoung teased San, letting one of his hands move to San’s butt while the other still gently jerked him off. 

You were in awe. You loved watching your boyfriend’s fuck each other. They were so ethereal and yet so pathetic, doing everything for the pleasure that they were getting. San send you an unsure gaze. 

“Can he?” San was breathing heavily. You smiled. He was such a good boy. Even asking for permission in this situation. You nodded.

“If that’s what you want, then feel free.” You answered calmly, even though you were burning inside. You wanted someone to stuff you with a dick or have someone sit in front of you eagerly waiting to satisfy you. Anything was fine. And you could’ve just asked one of them to come and help you out. But you decided to wait. Something about watching them without getting off yourself made you incredibly horny. 

Wooyoung didn’t hesitate a single second after he got your permission to fuck San. He had taken some of the lube that was standing in the shower for obvious reasons and started to carefully prep San. 

And San was shaking under his touch. He let out a deep groan as Wooyoung pushed a second finger into his entrance, slowly stretching him. 

“Enough…” San moaned. “Fuck me already.”

Wooyoung smirked. “Oh eager, are we?” But he didn’t need to ask twice. Wooyoung pulled his fingers out, making San complain about the emptiness, and turned on the water slightly to wash off the remaining body wash. After washing his hands under the light stream he lubricated his dick and positioned it at San’s entrance. 

San immediately reacted by bending over slightly and holding on to anything he could find. You couldn’t help but let out a big breath at the overwhelmingly exciting position they were in.

Wooyoung then let one of his hands wander around San’s waist to his front, gently grabbing his dick, and the other sank into San’s hair before he slowly pushed his hip forward. As his dick disappeared in San’s clenching hole, he let out a relieved sigh. Not only San had been waiting for this all day.

You sharply inhaled as your hand moved towards your crotch, eager to touch yourself, knowing that it would make them go even crazy. But you stopped yourself.

Seeing you glance at them with burning passion in your eyes, barely able to control yourself, made San even hornier. His dick was already dripping when Wooyoung finally started to move. 

“You’re such a dirty little kitten for me Sannie. All worked up just for my dick.” Wooyoung growled while picking up the pace. San was clenching around him, making it hard not to cum right then and there. Wooyoung was glad they had a non-slip mat in their shower because otherwise he wouldn’t be able to pound his pulsing cock into San’s little hole this steady. 

“I am..” San answered, his eyes rolled back, nearly drooling. “I am just a little attention whore.” He moaned loudly. He was deep deep in subspace. You had to suppress a chuckle. You knew he would regret this later. He always felt like nobody would take him seriously after stuff like that, but in the end he couldn’t help it. And he would get back at the others when he was in dom mode anyway. 

Wooyoung’s moans got louder as he felt himself getting closer to his high. He started jerking San off in the same rhythm as he was thrusting into him to make sure he wouldn’t be the first one to cum. 

And it worked. San was a panting mess. The double stimulation had overtaken all of his senses and all he managed to do was whine and moan Wooyoung’s name. 

“Please make me cum.. please master..” As soon as that little word slipped out of San’s mouth it was over for him. Wooyoung groaned deeply as he got faster and faster. At that point he was just mindlessly fucking San, chasing after his own orgasm. 

“Can I.. ca-“ San interrupted himself as he turned his head to you. Something inside of you changed as you memorized every single feature of his fucked out face. 

“Can I c-cum?” He then managed to say, begging you with his eyes to say yes. You immediately felt pressured building up in your stomach and electricity running through your veins. Fuck why is he so good.

"Yes, of course. Both of you can.” You responded, holding down the lewd sounds that wanted to come out of your mouth. 

After getting your consent, San’s eyes rolled back and his back arched as white liquid shot out of his tip. His whole body was twitching as he painted the shower wall white. The pleasure that was washing over him was immense and he immediately started clenching around the throbbing dick in his ass. 

Wooyoung began letting out high pitched moans, replacing his relatively calm self from before. He let go of San’s dick and hair and held him by his waist, making it easier to reach the places he wanted to reach. San was shaking under him because of the overstimulation but Wooyoung didn’t care. He needed to cum.

Your body was moving on its own, grinding on your seat, trying to get every bit of pleasure possibly. And then something happened to you. Your body started shaking, tensing up while this familiar feeling was washing over you. You held onto the counter on your right as your high finally wore off. You had cum, untouched. 

Wooyoung glanced over to you for one second and it was over for him. The way you were sitting on the toilet, legs pressed together, completely fucked without even having been touched sent an impulse through his body. He pushed himself into San one last time before filling him up to the brim. His cum was leaking out of San’s hole before he gently pulled out. 

San immediately collapsed under him. “Are you happy now?” Wooyoung asked, still panting. San nodded weakly. After collecting yourself from what just happened you immediately got up to help them get cleaned up. 

After making sure they were all clean, you lovingly pet their heads. “You put on an amazing show for me, such good boys.” You smiled, giving them each a kiss on the forehead.

Just as you were wrapping them up in big towels, Yeosang walked into the bathroom.

“Need any help?” He giggled as he recognised the state Wooyoung and San were in. “I’ll make sure they get enough rest.”

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just want yeosang to use that deep voice of his as he makes love to witch yn 🤪

[ DEEP LOVE 18+ ] —— yeosang and you spend some time while wooyoung is away.

pairing : dragon!yeosang x witch!f!reader (background poly ateez) genre : dragon au, fantasy / medieval, smut warnings : language, unprotected sex, monster cock!yeosang, pet name (princess)

“how long will wooyoung be gone?” yeosang ask, his body bending over yours as his voice basically caresses your ear. his bare chest presses into your bare back as he bends you over the table you had been attempting to clean since breakfast was over.

“till around noon,” you say as a moan rips through your throat as you feel yeosang’s fingers touching your clit before running through your slowly dripping wet folds.

the black haired dragon hums as his other hand gropes your breast, tweaking your nipple. you let out a breathy moan as you make a sad attempt at arching your back. yeosang presses a loving kiss your scarred shoulder before he trails his kisses up your shoulder, neck, and jaw before he kisses your cheek.

“you gonna let me fuck you then? fuck you right here on this table and leave you full of cum for wooyoung to come home and see?”

you let out a moan at the image of your red haired mate walking through the front door to be greeted with your cum-filled pussy. how wooyoung would probably eat you out before fucking your pussy as yeosang either fucks your mouth or wooyoung.

“a-ah! please fuck me, yeo,” you beg as you rub your ass against his hard cock. the length alone sliding against your ass is enough to make you shiver in excitement.

yeosang let’s out a chuckle, “such a needy princess, aren’t you?” he teases before lining his cock up with your entrance and then slowly pushing inside.

“o-oh, f-fuck! sangie, yeosang! hmm,” you whine out feeling the fullness of yeosang’s cock inside you. the dragon pins you down to the table as his holds your hips in a tight grip. he waits a moment before he begins thrusting into you at a pounding pace that has the whole table shaking.

the small cottage is filled with the sounds of your moans and his grunts and words as he calling you his “dirty princess” and asks “are you going to hold my cum until woo gets home?” “you going to let him eat it out of you while i fuck him?”

“y-yes! yes, yeo— fuck, yeosang! please fill me up! please cum in me, your cock just feels so good,” you cry out feel his cock stretching out your tight walls as you desperately try to clench around him. “fuck so big,” you add as you feel your eyes start to roll in the back of your head as you grow closer to climax.

“fuck, princess, are you growing closer to coming? you gonna come?” he asks, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear and you clench as how deep his voice is in the moment. you can tell he’s probably also growing closer with how his hips stutter and rhythm getting thrown off a little bit.

“yeo, can i come? will you come with me?” you ask as you feel his hand making contact with your clit once more as he vigorously makes tight circles on your bud.

“o-of course you can, y/n, let go whenever you want,” he says as he kisses his mate mark that rest next to wooyoung’s. you remember how wooyoung was a little grumpy about yeosang marking you right next his own, but hopefully got over it.

you do finally come when you feel yeosang bite down on his mark. you let out a loud moan as you clench hard around the dragon’s cock as he finally comes as well.

you let out a small groan as yeosang rests on top of you for a few moments before you start to worry about the two much access weight on the wooden table. “yeo…” you mumble catching his attention as he sits up. you can’t help the series of whines that leave your lips as your mate pulls out of you.

yeosang let’s out a laugh before he’s turning you over on your back and adjusting you further on the table. “make sure you look pretty for wooyoung. you know how much he loves eating this pussy, princess.”

“especially since it’s filled with sangie’s cum,” a new voice says and you looked through fuck-dazed eyes as wooyoung appears next to yeosang. you can’t help but clench at the sight of the two dragons looming over you and you know you are all in for whatever is about to happen the rest of the day.

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the universe is a bitch (S.MG)

pairing : non-idol!mingi x fem!reader

genre : time travel au, crack, fluffy yunho :(, mingi's a douche

warnings : not really, sfw

a/n : it’s a repost :(

i woke up with a jolt, beads of sweat trickling down my face as my laboured breathing returned to normal. i pat my chest a couple of times before i huff out, trying to take in my surroundings. everything else was pitch black, aside from the crack of light pouring into the room from a door that was slightly ajar to my right. i tried to recollect what had happened in my dream, or what even happened before i went to sleep, but i just couldn't seem to grasp anything.

i got up, pulling back the covers as i steadily set my feet on the ground. the silence in the room was very prominent, but as soon as i took one step forward towards the door, i fell. down into some deep, dark void as i let out a silent scream.

down.

down.

down.

thud.

"son of a bitch!" i groaned, rubbing my hip as i hissed out loud, the aching pain in my lower back growing as i tried to stand up. a shock of pain shot through my spine, making me whine.

"i can't walk like this, fuck" i whispered to myself, trying to decipher where i was now.

suddenly, blaring, white lights filled the entire room, revealing where i was standing.

"oh you've got to be fucking kidding me." i mumbled.

numerous urinals were to the left of me, a few stalls to the right, and a rather large but sleek-looking sink beside the urinals. i was glued to the spot when i heard someone attempt to whistle from outside the door, and right when the person came in, i slid into a stall, locking myself in.

the man continued to work on his whistle as i tried to keep myself silent, pressing the palm of my hand to my mouth to stop any noise from escaping. once i heard the zipping of his pants, i sighed out, but froze when i got a little too loud.

"please tell me you didn't hear my god awful whistling, man." the man spoke up, and my mind went completely blank.

"u-uh, it's fine, man. it wasn't bad." i spoke out, trying my best to hit my lowest, most manliest register.

"really? thanks, dude!" the man sounded joyful, and when i thought it was safe, i unlocked the door to the stall, ignoring the pain in my back as i stepped out quietly before letting out a loud sigh, gripping my chest.

"oh shit, i forgot i left my-"

my eyes widened when i saw the man come back into the washroom, and we both stood there in shock, not knowing what to do.

it seemed that both of our first instincts were to scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I DON'T KNOW HOW I GOT HERE!"

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GOT HERE?!"

"I'M BEING SERIOUS I JUST WOKE UP AND I WAS HERE!"

"OK LET'S JUST GET OUT OF THE WASHROOM AND FIGURE THIS OUT.”

we both quieted down, the guy warily staring at me as we both walked out the door. gladly, there were barely any people around, and the place seemed like it was just a simple coffee shop, but the one employee working behind the counter looked at us weirdly before returning to whatever she was doing.

"come sit." the man said, gesturing towards a small table with two seats. i then noticed his blonde hair, noting it down. just for precautions.

"so, do you remember anything before you...well, ended up... there?" he asked, trying to avoid mentioning the embarrassing place he found me sneaking out of. i shook my head before speaking up.

"mmm, no. all i remember was pitch black. nothing else, really." i told him, and he nodded, trying to decipher what had happened to me.

"well, do you have any recollection of anything happening before? maybe being drugged, or knocked out?" the man asked again, and i shook my head no.

he then hums, scratching his chin lightly as he purses his lips together, his eyebrows drawing in together as he was deep in thought. he gently chewed on his lip as i twiddled my thumbs and looked around, trying to take in the small little cafe we were in. the scent of espresso filled my senses, making me feel a bit more cosy inside. the low hum of the radio music playing in the background as two cafe workers rushed left and right to prepare orders created some kind of ambience that i slowly found myself nodding off to, before the guy in front of me snapped his fingers and started asking me questions.

as the guy kept interrogating me, i noticed a peculiar figure out of the corner of my eye. they were wearing some kind of necklace that was vaguely familiar to me.

i looked away from the guy to get a better look of them, trying to pinpoint where i saw that necklace before, until i saw a pair of yellow, doe-like eyes glaring at me. i gasped, looking away immediately and focusing on the guy in front of me again, making him ask me if i'm okay.

"yeah, it's fine. i just saw...a puppy. yeah, i REALLY love puppies" he didn't seem convinced with my answer, but he shrugged anyway.

"hey, what's your name?" he asks, catching me off guard.

"why?"

"because that way we can go to the police station and see if your name is on the missing list."

"it's...y/n. y/n l/n." i said, looking down at my still twiddling thumbs, making him hum.

"i'm yunho, in case you wanted to know." yunho gave me a crooked smile, and i smiled back at him, looking off to the side only to notice that the person was gone.

after a few more minutes, yunho and i decided to get up and head towards the exit of the cafe to go to the police station. right when i was about to reach for the door, i felt a cold, frigid hand yank me away.

"OW! LET ME GO!" i exclaimed, but their grip was too hard. my vision was slowly going blurry as i felt my consciousness fading away, making me feel like i'm dropping into another endless hole.

••••

"hey. hey! HEY! WAKE UP!" i felt a hand slapping my cheek, and i groaned, rubbing the aching side of my face as i blinked slowly. i see a guy towering above me, maybe the same age as me or a year younger. i immediately tried to scoot away, looking around me to get a clue of where i was at.

everything around me was covered in a purple satin blanket, little strings of jewels hanging from the ceiling here and there, giving the room a more majestic and eerie feel to it. in the middle of the room there was a circle of curtains that seemed to drape around something.

"felix, bring her here." i hear a feminine voice call out, and the boy then comes up to me, lifting me by the arm and walking me over to the circle of curtains. he pulls back the curtains to reveal a woman with a purple cloak hiding her face. she was sitting at a table with a couple of cards laid out in front of her, and she slowly lifted her finger, beckoning for me to come closer.

"wh-who are you? why did you bring me here? where am i?" a string of questions left me as the boy brought a chair for me to sit in.

"sit, y/n." the woman says.

“how-"

"just sit." she sighs, pulling back the hood of her cloak to reveal herself.

she looked familiar, as if i was close to her before. but who was she?

"im nayeon." she says, holding out her hand for me to shake, and i hesitantly take it, her hand gripping my own rather comfortingly as i nervously smiled at her.

"you may not remember me, but i remember you. i remember you and your many lives, personas, and deaths. and somehow, they all seem to follow a pattern.”

"wh-"

"don't ask questions." nayeon snaps, making me shut up once more. "now, let's get started."

nayeon reaches under the table to pull out a crystal ball, purple and golden fog swirling around inside as she dusts it off a bit. i rolled my eyes and leaned back as i crossed my arms over my chest.

"are you serious? you kidnapped me just for a fucking fortune-telling session?" i scoffed. “i swear, i'm gonna wreck this place-"

"shhh!" nayeon silences me, and she starts to move her hands around in a floating manner, the fog starting to swirl around more rapidly as i notice a face starting to form in the glass ball.

he had dyed his hair a distinct colour of dirty blonde. strands of the coloured hair were falling over his forehead and reaching his eyes. the guy looked out into the distance, gold framed glasses perched atop his sharp nose while his lush lips were turned up in a soft smile. i noticed a small mole on the apple of his cheek, making this guy's breathtaking beauty even more ethereal with the way the mole seemed to add on to his youthful appearance and the childlike twinkle in his eyes.

"who is he?" i asked, leaning in slightly to get a better look at him.

"your soulmate."

"WHAT.”

i get that the man is gorgeous, but i don't think i could be his soulmate? i don't wanna have that pick me moment, but if we had a kid, it would come out looking lowkey weird. plus, where could i even find the guy?

"look at the guy's surroundings." nayeon spoke up, catching me off guard.

"wh-"

"i can read your thoughts, finally.” nayeon mumbles the last bit, as if she was dying to hear my thoughts. "now look." nayeon waves her hand, nodding towards the crystal ball. i peer into it and just see a couple of birds flying by, nothing more.

"there's just a couple of birds." i whined, growing frustrated at what i was supposed to do, but in that moment, an oddly familiar head of blond caught my eye. i gaped at the ball to see it reveal the very man i bumped into today.

the guy who saw me in the men's toilet.

"HIM?!" i yell out, jolting up, trying to remember his name. i know it starts with a y, but i couldn't quite pinpoint it.

"you know him?" nayeon asks, curiosity getting the best of her as her helper boy intervenes.

"yeah, i saw her with that guy when i took her," he says, scratching his elbow as he walks forward, peering into the crystal ball. "well, you have your lead to find the guy." nayeon states simply as i gawk at the y guy.

"i’m supposed to find him?!" i asked, slowly turning away from the crystal ball. "why can't we just...let fate bring us together?" i ask, and nayeon pinches her nose as she lets out a sigh.

"that's how you perceive it, but this is what fortune tellers are actually for. the universe or fate doesn't simply bring your soulmate to you. you have to search for them. and that can only be done with the crystal ball.” nayeon sighs, gesturing towards the ball in front of me.

"without the crystal ball, you will mistake someone else as your ‘soulmate' because they share the same interests or likes as you. it doesn't matter whether you both like the same thing. it's more how you both turn out in the future and how compatible you are. you both can start off as complete enemies, hating each other to the point you'd kill him, but that's the whole point. it's an arc. the more you get to know him, the more the aura of love around you both grows stronger.” nayeon explained as i grew engrossed in her words.

"you have to search for your soulmate. fate tries to pry you guys apart. it knows that soulmates, when together with a strong bond, are too powerful. powerful enough to write their own destiny.”

••••

“i can’t believe i’m doing this.” i sigh, entering the police station only to see the blond guy with his head in his hands, crouched over on a bench to my right. sighing, i walk over to him and tap his shoulder, making him snap up. his eyes then widened.

“oh my god, you’re alright! you’re alright?! they let you go?!” he asked me question after question as i just stood there, waiting for him to stop. “they didn’t treat you badly, did they? did they hurt you? are you hurt? did you sneak away from them or did they willingly let you go? who-” i turned to him and stared into his eyes, making him shut up.

“i’m alright. now let’s go.”

“not so fast, you two.” someone called out, making me turn towards them, and my eyes widened.

“oh, fuck he’s even more gorgeous in person.” i mumbled under my breath, gawking at the very man i saw in that damn crystal ball, this time in a very attractive police officer uniform. jolts of small shocks coursed through my body as i stared at him, making my flinch slightly.

“you don’t need to worry about him, he’s just my friend. he won’t do anything to you as long as you have me.” yunho whispers to me, as if that was going to comfort and soothe my screeching brain cells in panic mode.

my very hot soulmate walks over to the both of us, his hands shoved into his pockets as his eyes scan over me in a suspicious manner. the entire time, my brain just shut down, unable to function as i just simply stared at him.

“who’s this?” the guy asks, nodding towards me. “i found her in the men’s washroom. says that she doesn’t even know how she got there.” the blond guy beside me explains, making the gorgeous man squint his eyes.

“so you just believed her? you didn’t think about whether she was lying or anything? if she might be a part of something serious?” the guy sneers. why do gorgeous guys always end up being assholes?

“yunho, you were trained to do this kinda shit. you’re a detective, for fucks sake.” the guy pinches the bridge of his nose, making yunho look down at his shoes like a misbehaved child. that’s when my brain started functioning again.

“if it helps, i have no recollection of what happened to me before today.” the guy turns his sneering gaze to me, and i instantly have the instinct to shrink in. man, why does he look like some kind of bully? “and what’s that supposed to help with?” the guy asks as yunho intervenes.

“mingi, she’s been through enough stuff today, give her a break.” mingi just sends me a scrutinising look before walking away before yunho turns to me.

“i’m so sorry, he’s usually really friendly. he’s probably just in a bad mood today.” yunho rubs my shoulder as i just shake my head. “it’s alright.” i tell him, sending him a small smile. “well, in the meantime, you can just tell me what happened, ever since you woke up…there.” yunho tells me, smiling down at me.

“so, do you have any kind of place to stay at? do you even live around here?” yunho asks as we leave the station, walking over towards his black car. i shake my head no, making him chew on his lip for a bit. “i can get you to stay at a motel, but i don’t know how long you’re going to be around for…” yunho trails off, staring off into space. one could quite literally see the gears going off in his head, trying to think up of a solution.

after a few minutes, yunho sighs out disappointedly, scratching his neck.

“then our only solution is for you to stay with us.” he dejectedly tells me, his shoulders slouched over as i look at him in confusion. “you live with someone?” he nods, giving me a regretful look.

“i live with mingi.”

fuck.

••••

“I DON’T CARE.” mingi yells, making me flinch.

i look down at my fingers, picking at the skin around it as i slouch. mingi and yunho are in the other room, and—surprise, surprise—mingi wasn’t particularly ecstatic about me staying at their house for the time being.

“try to look at it in a different perspective, mingi. she doesn’t even know what happened to her before i found her there. none! zero! you don’t have to worry about her at all!” yunho tries to reason with him, but mingi doesn’t seem to be fazed. the two friends continue bickering as i just lie down on yunho’s bed.

“this is our home.” yunho sends me a crooked smile as i step in, taking in the modernness of it. the place seemed pretty clean and organised. to my right, i saw their kitchen, which just had an empty plate lying on the counter, untouched from what i assumed in the morning.

“how come you’re not at work today? you have a day off?” yunho nods. “yup. also feel free to make yourself feel at home. you can have my room to sleep in for the time being, i’ll be alright.” yunho lets me know, and before i could reject, yunho goes into another room, leaving me alone to explore the place and get myself used to it.

“this is the problem with you, yunho. you’re too fucking naive when it comes to this shit!” mingi raises his voice once again, making me groan quietly as i try to drown their fight out with a pillow. but to no avail, i still could hear their argument. “what problem, huh? i’m not naive, for fucks sake, mingi. i can tell that she’s no harm, why can’t you get that into your thick skull?” yunho spits back as i hear mingi scoff.

after a few minutes of silence, yunho walks into the room with a hurt look on his face. i pat the spot beside me, motioning for him to sit beside me. once he does, we both just sit in silence, yunho silently rubbing his face in frustration.

“you know, i can leave and find-“

“no. i don’t want you to stay at some sketchy place and have something happen to you. it’s safe if you stay here. mingi just doesn’t understand.” yunho quickly turns to me, placing his hand over mine as i bite back my words.

“just get some sleep. i’m sure mingi will come around soon.” yunho gives me a small smile as he rubs my shoulder, before getting up and heading for the door.

“where are you going to sleep?” i asked, making yunho turn around. “i’ll sleep on the couch.” i was about to protest but he was quick to reason. “i don’t want you feeling uncomfortable or anything, so it’s better if i go sleep there.”

“but i’m okay with-“

“mingi won’t be. if he sees you sleeping on the couch, he’ll give me another earful about how to treat guests.” yunho chuckles before bidding me good night and closing the door, leaving me in the room.

i lie down, sighing out as a small streak of moonlight hits my eye. i sit up once again and moved over to the window, sliding the curtains out of the way to get a clear view of the crescent moon shining in the clear night sky. as i admire the outside, my mind begins to clutter with useless thoughts, some out of pocket, and some regarding my situation. everything was everywhere. soon enough, my eyes slowly started to droop as my vision went blurry, sending me into a dreamless slumber.

••••

“uh, excuse me?” i heard someone tap my shoulder, and i groaned in response, stretching my arms out. the blaring light from the sun hits my eyes as i try to open them, making me instinctively pull the sheets over my head and whine.

“excuse me, it’s time to wake up.” the person says again, this time nudging me through the covers.

“5 more minutes…” i mumble, snuggling into my hands.

“yunho told me to wake you up before 10 so you’d at least have breakfast.” i never got up so quickly in my life. i shot up and pulled the covers off my head to see the very man that was sneering and scowling at me yesterday. this time, instead of seeing him in his police uniform, i got to see him in his casual attire, and boy, was it a sight to see.

i never knew shirts could get so big, because mingi himself was a pretty big guy, but the shirt he was wearing? it was oversized. how? don’t ask me. the shirt perfectly showed off his broad shoulders, while at the same time, draped down his well-built figure as if he was just a stick underneath. the black sweatpants he was wearing just added on to the comfortable look, and his tousled, dirty blonde hair perfectly screamed ‘boyfriend material’ to the max.

“if i was going to be rudely stared at, you should’ve at least told me to dress up.” mingi speaks up, making me snap out of my little bubble. “oh, i’m so sorry.” i apologised, and i swear i saw a tiny smile flicker upon his lips. “i made breakfast, if you eat it…” mingi lets me know before leaving the room, shutting the door.

“wow…” i sigh, brushing a hand through my hair as that mingi look starts to engrave itself in my brain. “i could never get used to that.” i mumble before getting up, changing out of the clothes yunho lent me as pyjamas.

soon, i walked into the kitchen to see mingi making himself comfortable on the couch in the living room. i look over to the small, wooden table to see a plate with 2 pieces of buttered toast. “oh, i didn’t notice you walked in.” mingi speaks up, looking over the couch. “i didn’t know if you’re allergic to anything, so i just went with buttered toast. unless you don’t like…butter?” mingi questions, making me let out a soft laugh as i brush him off.

“no, you’re alright. buttered toast is good.” i smiled, making mingi nod and look back at the tv. we both just did our own thing as the morning passed by rather quickly. we both silently just went on with our day until yunho came back home.

••••

“so?” yunho smiles, poking my shoulder. “what?” i questioned him, confused. “how’d the day go?” yunho asks, making me roll my eyes. “it went fine, nothing happened.” i told him, making yunho pout as he seemed to deflate a bit. “why? is something supposed to happen?” i asked yunho, making him open his mouth, but he’s quick to shake his head no before he extends his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side.

“mingi just seemed pretty heated about you staying with us yesterday, but i’m glad he didn’t like hold you at gunpoint or something.” yunho rubs my shoulder as i laugh, shaking my head. “no, it was nothing like that. if anything, the only thing that happened was that he kindly made breakfast for me. i tried to make lunch for him to repay him, but he said it was fine and ordered takeout.” i said, remembering our awkward conversations.

“well, that’s good to hear.” yunho smiles, looking down at me as he takes his arm away.

“yunho,” mingi opens the door, peeking in. yunho gives him a questioning look, in which mingi tilts his head in a motion to come outside. yunho’s eyes widen as he looks at me. “oh yeah! it’s movie night! wanna join us?” yunho asks. i simply shrug my shoulders, standing up at the same time yunho does, the three of us making our way to the living room.

••••

“no, nonononono. i’m done.” yunho says, getting off the couch and making his way to his room. “what? no! you’re never scared of horror movies! it’s not even a scary part!” mingi whines, throwing his hands up.

“this one just rubs me in the wrong way! if you want, you both can finish the movie. i’ll be in my room, peacefully watching something else.” yunho quickly walks to his room, shutting the door before mingi slouches, pouting.

“he’s been weird. have you noticed that?” mingi asks, pointing the remote at me. i slowly shook my head no, making mingi sigh. “of course you don’t.” he mumbles, before pressing play.

the movie continues to play. the girl desperately wheels her chair around to find the killer standing right across from her, making her freeze on the spot. i sigh, bringing my fingertips to my mouth as i bite at my nails.

“you can leave if you want, you know. i’m not forcing you to watch with me.” mingi says as he stares at the screen. “no, i’m fine with it. i actually can’t remember the last time i even watched a movie.” i brush him off, but mingi was quick to pause the movie, right when the killer was about to slash the girl’s head off.

“what?” mingi asks, looking at me. “what?” i echo his words, confused. “what did you just say?”

“i said i don’t remember the last time i watched a movie,” i slowly repeated myself. “what do you mean by that?” mingi asks, sitting more upright as he intently waits for my answer.

“i mean that i can’t remember when i last watched a movie. actually, i don’t think i remember watching any movies in my life.” i scratch my chin, making mingi’s eyes widen.

“wait, tell me how you ended up meeting yunho?”

“well, i woke up in the men’s washroom, and yunho came in. i quickly hid so he can’t see me, and the first time, he left. but when i came out, yunho came back in because he forgot his wallet.” i explained, making mingi nod.

“by any chance, did you feel a falling sensation before you found yourself in the washroom?”

i froze, my eyes going wide as i remember the aching sensation i felt in my lower hip when i woke up.

“yeah…” i whispered. mingi snapped his fingers, pointing at me again. “do you remember waking up in a strange dark room with a door that was slightly open?” mingi asked again, and the memories of the light shining through the door flashed in front of my eyes, making me nod again.

“holy shit…” mingi whispers.

“i’ve been going on about that for a while actually. come with me.” mingi gets up. i get up as well, and mingi was quick to walk over to his door.

“don’t be overwhelmed, but i’ve been doing a bit of research about this, and i’ve come to two conclusions.” mingi slowly opens the door to his room, and i was instantly welcomed with a bulletin board hanging right above the bed situated near the desk space in his room, and on that board were several articles, pictures, and sticky notes. all held together with pins and red string.

“since we have some sort of a similar experience, i feel comfortable sharing this with you. but look, i found this article about someone who randomly spawned in a battlefield. no one knew where he came from. one soldier said that he was looking in that space, and a second later, the guy just appeared. out of thin air.” mingi tells me, pointing at the article.

“another article over here says that a fortune teller was arrested for kidnapping someone. the person who reported them said that the fortune teller felt off. they felt too familiar. the fortune teller let them go and they instantly told the police. they found the guy and they found out that he was a fraud, but i don’t believe in that bullshit.” mingi rambles on, and i nod as he narrows it all down.

“so now i have two conclusions. either one, we live in a video game, or some kind of simulation, or two,

we time travelled.”

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