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period sex - park seonghwa

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warnings : comfort, period sex, fingering, no mentions of blood, seonghwa doesn’t care abt the mess, overstimulation, sweet and gentle hwa, fluff

wc : idk but it can't be more than 500

a/n: screaming in pain right now

your whining had awoken seonghwa. soft sniffles and sobs hid in the pillowcase as he slept soundly next to you. you didn’t want him to wake up just for this. you know of his busy schedule and he needed his sleep.

but the pain was getting too much to bear.

regardless, you weren’t the one that woke him up. he woke up himself, wrapping his arms around you wordlessly and pulling you back into his chest. he hugged your shaking form, kissing your shoulder lightly.

“it hurts…” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks. “it hurts so bad.”

“do you want me to help?”

you nodded your head, knowing how much you needed him to relieve the pain. seonghwa reached his hand down towards your abdomen, pressing a warm hand against your naked skin. he massaged the area while kissing your neck, shushing your quiet sobs.

“it’s okay. i can fix it.” he whispered.

slowly, he brought his finger to your mouth, asking you to coat it with your saliva before he could do anything else.

you took the fingers in, and suddenly, he pressed down on your tongue, making you drool around his fingers.

“such a messy baby.” he commented

he brought the fingers out from between your lips, trailing spit from the swell of your lips and down your chin. with a fluid hand motion, seonghwa’s hands reached your panties, pushing the fabric aside to reach your aching cunt.

“seongh-“

“shhh.” he cooed, kissing the top of your head. his one hand grabbed into your hip and the other breached your cunt, taking control of your nerves instantly.

shocks of pleasure filled your body as he rubbed the soft swollen bud. seonghwa was as gentle as possible, sure to take your state into consideration before he made any kind of move.

he fingers trailed down to collect wetness before he brought them back up to rub the small bundle of nerves. your hips jerked as he brought you close to your orgasm, but letting go in favor of fucking your cunt with his fingers instead.

the feeling was relieving. he only inserted one lithe finger as to not hurt you, massaging your gummy walls in order to help soothe the pain.

"does it feel better, baby ?" he asked and you nodded your head, sobbing out a quiet "yes" as he continued to fuck you on his finger.

"f-feels so good." you cried.

"shhh. i know, baby. just relax." his deep voice calmed you as he spoke into your ear, kissing your neck as he did his best to relieve your tense body.

rubbing your small bud once more, he brought you to a blinding orgasm. the orgasm blinded the pain from the cramps. your body jerked in his hold, hips trying to pry away from his fingers that continued to rub at your sensitive nerves.

"t-too much. please, 's too much !" you cried, but he was adamant on bringing you to your next orgasm, immediately driving his fingers faster.

your next orgasm arrived quickly, making you cry out loud against him. "s-so good.. please.. please."

by the time you came down from your high, sleepiness had taken over you and seonghwa was positive that running a bath right now was not possible.

instead, he left to go wash his hand and return with a wet cloth to clean you off as well. he smiled to himself at the thought of what he had just done.

fixed your dumbass period cramps.

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Fever | Ateez series

Ateez x fem reader

Eight boys, each with different stories, coming together in reason of rough childhoods. Growing up with bad parenting, lack of affection and authority, bullying and dangerous neighborhoods, led what were once small innocent boys to adrenaline junkies with bad boys reputation. They trust only one another, never letting their walls down, but what if they meet someone who can change that. Together, they will face the world's challenges.

Inception 》 Park Seonghwa

A cold hearted junkie, in depth to his dealers. Always putting himself into dangerous situations, wanting to feel the pain that comes after getting beaten up, to forget about all his struggles and the never ending darkness. Forced to take a business major by his parents, Seongwha has to push his passion aside. You want to help him, finding out you both share the same love for music, but he's not making it easy, ignoring the feeling of warmth filling his heart in your presence.

》 In progress 《

Eternal Sunshine 》 Kim Hongjoong

Born to lead people, from the moment he met the seven disturbed young man, he never let them down. The one they rely on the most, Hongjoong pushes his own feelings and problems aside. He's busy, has so much to take care of that he often is in a rush. Is saving up some money to go to college, he wants to study fashion. Babysits in his free time and even teaches himself about music composition. Can't remember what it feels like to be taken care of, to let his guard down, until he meets you, the pretty girl that caught his eye.

》 Unwritten 《

Take me home 》 Jeong Yunho

Intimidating to strangers, soft when it comes to his friends. Despite his cautiousness, Yunho knows when to be polite and friendly, but it still is a rare sight. He likes to help people secretly, the ones that deserve it in his opinion. The boy's caring side appears only when he deems necessary. Takes a year off' school to focus on himself and helps his uncle from time to time at his workshop, the man who raised him and thought him about mechanics. Your car happen to let you down the same day Yunho is on the clock. The start of a new story, you, could be what he needed to heal.

》 Unwritten 《

I'm the one 》 Kang Yeosang

As far as people know, Yeosang is straightforward and rude and from what they say, he's cold and impossible to talk to. When in public, he gets lost in thoughts often and scare people off if they annoy him. He always loved photography, since he prefers to stay silent when there's others around, it's a way for him to express himself. You become the main character of his personnal projects. The boy has no bad intentions, only wanting to immobilize your beauty and admire it whenever he feels like. Unknowingly, pictures are taken of you, someone stalking you. You're unaware, until you look directly in the objective.

》 Unwritten 《

Good lil boy 》 Choi San

Shy, reserved, insecure, all because of his father who would smack him across the face if he showed any sign of resistance. The trauma from being abused since his childhood made him weak in his opinion, but there is another side to him. His duality is a bit scary, from his cute dimples and the blush on his cheeks to the smirk and sharp gaze, San is not to be underestimated. Works at a dog cafe, loves animals and even has one of his own, a shiba that in named Shiber. He's well known on IG and youtube, does covers, vlogs and gaming vids from time to time too. You happen to be one of his fans.

》 Unwritten 《

Be with you 》 Song Mingi

He's a sweetheart, someone that loves people, but can't act on it in reason of his social anxiety. Mingi's emotions aren't something he can control, most of the time they just get too intense, he feels misunderstood. He may be fragile from time to time, needing care from his seven brothers, but he knows when to stand up for himself or others he cares for. He doesn't take anyone's bullshit. His parents are owner of multiple restaurants in the city, they have a company called Song's. Mingi doesn't have a great repashionship with them, still, it doesn't stop him from going out to eat only to see his favorite server.

》 Unwritten 《

Turbulence 》 Jung Wooyoung

Emotionally abused in the past is what drove him to become a first class asshole, also recognized as a rude and selfish fuckboy. Treating everyone other then his friends like shit not taking in account their feelings. A popular dance major known around campus, but more especially in street dance battles. You, a sweet and gentle girl, Wooyoung's complete opposite, try to see the good in him. He could be misunderstood, he may have put on a facade to protect his heart. All you have to do, is keep on trying until he let's you in.

》 Unwritten 《

Rocky 》 Choi Jongho

Don't let his appearance trick you, his well built body makes him look like an intimidating strong men. It's a shame that most fail to see the kindness in him. Of course it's quite a bit difficult to do so, knowing that he likes to get into fights, it's a way for him to take out his frustration. He wants someone to share his passion for working out with, so when the two of you meet, he instantly falls for you. He succeeds in becoming your personal trainer.

》 Unwritten 《

peppermint, eucalyptus & oudwood | 𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4.5k

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yeosang + female reader

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: mean yeosang (in a sexy way), pillow humping, masturbation, vaginal fingering, clit play, edging, slight overstimulation, no penetrative sex

𝐞𝐱𝐭: if you've read t:atbilb prologue on my main blog, you might notice that this was inspired by a certain scene.

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Yeosang had just left, you heard the door click shut a couple seconds ago. The atmosphere was now quiet and calm as opposed to the rather loud and rambunctious one not even 5 minutes before. Your blanket was scrunched up on the floor from Yeosang laying on it, and several pillows lined the corners of the blue duvet.

Sighing, you walked over and picked up the mess sprawled on your bedroom floor. Haphazardly tossing them onto the bed with your body falling on top of them right after.

What started out as a supposed study day for you, ended up with you and Yeosang giggling on the floor for several hours straight. It was around noon when your best friend suddenly showed up in front of your apartment door, banging his fist on the wood like it was nobody’s business.

Yeosang inviting himself over for seven hours was not a new occurrence in your life. Hell, he could just announce he’d be moving into your apartment the moment you open the door and you wouldn’t argue. Partially because he wouldn’t let you, but mostly because you really wouldn’t mind.

Having him as your roommate would be great. You’d have someone to split the bills with, and the chores too! There wouldn’t be a dull moment with you and him under the same roof.

And you’re definitely not opposed to the idea of seeing him everyday in his loungewear, which you know consists of a sleeveless shirt and pajama pants. Just today he was wearing his favourite red and black plaid pajama pants and a black shirt he pulled out of Yunho’s closet with the sleeves snipped off (Yunho hasn’t noticed the absence of the article from his drawer yet). His well toned arms flexed with every little move he made. Even with actions as miniscule as pushing his blonde hair out of his face.

Propping yourself up on your elbows you study the circular pillow your face has landed on. Bringing your nose back down onto it, you give it a quick sniff, and you were right! The pillow smelled a lot like your best friend’s eucalyptus shampoo. Thinking back to earlier in the day, you vaguely remember this same pillow being the one he rested his head on and rubbed his hair all over.

Another upside to having him as your roommate would be his scent. Yeosang smelled good, always. You’ve deduced from the several times you’ve stayed over at his house that he’d smell peppermint fresh every after his showers. And a spritz of his super fucking expensive Tom Ford Oudwood perfume would compliment the scent greatly. The same perfume that lingered on your pillows and blankets after a full day of him wallowing in them.

You rolled over on your bed and stared up at your ceiling, every breath you took in smelled of peppermint, eucalyptus, and oudwood. A scent reminiscent of whenever your blonde best friend would hug you from behind. His arms wrapping around your waist and your back coming in contact with his sturdy chest.

What you’d give to have your hands trail down the expanse of his muscular arms. Tracing every curve and vein on him. His soft, plump skin under the pads of your fingers. Down to his large hands, ones that would engulf yours entirely whenever you would hold hands. His large calloused hands, always rough with all the dumbells he grips. Three years of kinesiology has taken a toll on his palms, making them rough to the touch. With all the constant exercise he does it’s no surprise that he’s absolutely covered in muscles. Ones that you can’t help but watch whenever he’s in a sleeveless tee and putting on a show for you by lifting weights. His muscles would tense and the veins on his arms would start pulse while you pulse as well but down south.

Shaking your head, you snap out of your dangerously risqué reverie and go back to cleaning your room. Pull yourself together! That’s your best friend you’re thinking about! You know he’s hot, that’s something you can’t deny, but it’s wrong; thinking of him in such ways.

“How despicable!” You mutter to yourself, getting up and trotting to your messy excuse of a desk.

Busying yourself with closing your laptop and cleaning up your desk, you fail to notice the black baseball cap laying by your feet. And when you turn to walk back to your bed, your foot knocks it over, catching your attention.

Picking it up, you examine it and realize that you don't own any baseball caps (you find them to be unflattering on your head). But Wooyoung does (loads of them), and Yeosang loves to sneakily take from his friend’s closets. You’re pretty sure he waltzed into your room today with a hat on, right before pulling it off his head and throwing it in some random direction in your room.

There’s that scent again! The one you heavily associate with Yeosang, but this time the eucalyptus scent seems stronger. Damn Yeosang and his shampoo.

Neatly placing it on your desk, you walk back to your bed and plop down on your back. The same mix of smells surrounding you once more. One that’s unique to Yeosang and him only.

You close your eyes, opting to take a nap after a tiring day of running after Yeosang when he grabbed a lacy bra from under your bed and threatened to tell Hongjoong about it. Imagining the mortified look on your brother’s face was somewhat funny, but knowing that he’s aware of your private life just makes you want to swallow battery acid. You huff and resituate your body under the covers, finally relaxing under the warmth that nearly lulls you to sleep.

But it’s distracting. Every time you inhale, that scent of Yeosang flows into your nose and your mind scurries to a memory of him.

And you can't help it.

All these thoughts of his stupidly handsome face coming so close to yours just to tease you. Or when he’d pin you to the ground before yelling at Wooyoung to grab the erotic novel they found in your closet and run with it. It was too much for your now short circuiting mind to handle.

Every time he picked you up like it was nothing to him to throw you into the pool, you’d think of a similar situation regarding him picking you up but this time throwing you onto the bed. And it’s just frustrating how sexually pent up you are for your best friend!

The subtle touches, the lingering stares, and his fucking scent! Even when musky and sweaty that stupid fucking oud wood would still compliment it! Stupid fucking Yeosang and his stupid fucking sexy face and body and !!!

You wanted to explode.

Your face now red and blood hot in your veins. The wet pool that formed on your underwear feels uncomfortable and there’s a burn inside your stomach that itches at you to be satisfied. Your is mind hazy and clouded with thoughts of your best friend, his eyes, his arms, his voice.

You don’t remember when or how your hand found its way into your pants, but your fingers coming into contact with your clit makes your legs jump and twitch.

Watching Yeosang twirl anything and everything with his fingers, you’d think about how good he’d be pinching and twisting your clit. Teasing your folds because you know that’s what he’d do. That fucking scum, he’d make you beg for it. You’re sure of that.

Your fingers dip into your cunt and it’s baffling how wet you’ve become just from thinking of Yeosang. You twist your head to the side and your nose hits the pillow sitting idly by your face. Again, his scent washes over your senses and you feel yourself clench around your fingers.

A soft moan escapes your lips when you focus on the pillow and realize this was the same one your best friend threw at your face earlier today. The sight of him bracing himself to throw the fluffy mass, making his arms flex and his shirt ride up his stomach. Giving you a glimpse of his toned abs and the happy trail leading down to his waistband.

Fuck! You were so wet, you could practically hear the sinful squelching of your digits pounding into your sopping cunt. But it wasn’t enough. Your nails clawed at your pillowcases, desperate to bring more of Yeosang’s scent to your senses.

With your breathing laboured and cheeks tinted, you flip yourself onto your chest. Hips rutting into your palms, your lips fall agape when your clit presses into your hand so deliciously. Your other hand reaches for the pillow beside your head and buries your face into it. Taking in breath after breath and trying to engrave as much of that peppermint, eucalyptus and oudwood scent into your mind. Not stopping until you feel yourself get lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

You looked pathetic. Desperately riding your hand as if it was your best friend’s dick. God, you should feel sorry for yourself. But you don’t. It felt too good to care. The thought of Yeosang fucking you senseless was too hot of an idea to let go.

“Yeosang…” you pant, fisting the fabric in between your fingers, your shoulders going sore from the uncomfortable position you’re in. And so, with a huff, you pull your hand out of your pants and push yourself up on your knees. Your eyes start frantically searching across your bed for something, anything, to help you get off.

They land on your large gray bolster and you quickly snatch it. Tucking it in between your legs and rubbing your clothed cunt along the length. The added friction from the pillowcase sparks fire from your pussy up to your chest. Your skin starts to tingle and your walls clench around nothing.

Your thoughts are a mix of pleasure and Yeosang. His large hands trailing all over your body, his lips leaving kisses down your neck, and his dick— oh god, his dick! He’s fucking hung!

You were guilty of ogling at Yeosang’s crotch— you can’t help it! Every time he’d show up in sweatpants it’s like his cock would be begging to be let out. The imprint of his length would shamelessly lie on his thigh and he wouldn’t do anything about it. You’re a hundred percent sure he’s aware of his (not-so) little junior’s appearance but he’d just leave it at that! That bastard!

Planting your hands on the bed below you, you push your hips harder against the pillow, your legs spreading wider to attain more friction. You wonder how Yeosang’s stupid oudwood perfume would smell when mixed your cum. It would probably make it smell nice, you sneer.

A particular roll of your hips makes your clit press at the seam on the pillow and makes a moan slip out of your lips.

“Yeosang!”

Your voice is loud enough to echo through your room, down the halls and into Yeosang’s ears who stood by your door, dumbfounded. It’s not everyday you walk into your best friend’s apartment to hear them moaning out your name.

He only came back because he left his wallet and Wooyoung’s hat in your room. But now, he can’t move. What is he supposed to do? Walk out of there and act like it’s not affecting him when in reality it is? Or burst into your room and then what? Embarrass you into ignoring him for 10 years?

The man was caught between a rock and a hard place. And an even harder cock. As sudden as this situation hit him, he can’t deny that it was insanely sexy. His mind wanders to what you’re possibly doing. What’s making you feel so good that you moan out loud like that?

As if his feet had a mind of their own, he begins walking towards the direction of your room. The same one he was in not even fifteen minutes ago. Which sparks another question: Why were you so worked up? You seemed fine earlier. What triggered this sudden sexual desire for him?

Your voice becomes louder as Yeosang pads farther down the hallway, his throat bobs up and down and his dick twitches in his pants. Beads of sweat form at his hairline as his body heats up, heart hammering as he comes closer to your door. The polished wood was left ajar, giving him a glimpse of the inside.

There you were, perched atop the blankets and pillows, hands groping at your breasts and pussy desperately rubbing against … something. Yeosang can’t clearly see what it is.

This is wrong, the thought flies through his mind for a moment. But the little brain in the head of his dick is too loud, yelling at him to just barge in and fuck the living daylights out of his best friend. It’s all he ever asked for!

And before he could stop himself, he shoves the door open, knocking it into your desk and making you jolt.

“What the fuck?!” You scurry to close your legs and assess who the fuck just walked in on you humping your pillow.

“Yeosang?!” Your heart fell to the bottom of your stomach.

“I-I can ex-explain! It’s not what it looks like!” You manage to stutter.

“Cut the crap, I know what you were doing.” Came your best friend’s baritone voice from a few feet away from you. And, god, you feel like crying. You can’t decipher that look on his face, eyes dark and heavy on you, with his lips pressed into a thin line.

He’s gonna kill you. No, worse. He’s gonna cut ties with you, remember you as that one nasty bitch who humped her pillow moaning his name. Disgusting.

“I’m sorry! It’s just… I just…” you struggle to find an excuse for your despicable behaviour. “I-I promise it’s really not what it seems! I just, you know, I felt like— it’s actually, uhm I wanted to, I-it’s just I—”

“Just shut up and let me fuck you.”

“What—“

You don’t even notice Yeosang walking closer to you. All you remember is him bursting through your door and now he’s on his knees behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso and manhandling your form to properly sit you in front of him. One of his large hands finds purchase on your breast and he starts to fondle.

“That was fucking hot, you know.” The man rasps into your ears, his lips pressing wet kisses onto the side of your neck.

It feels like you got whiplash. One moment you had your heart falling out of your ass and the next it’s back to hammering in your chest. You never expected to have the chance to feel Yeosang’s hands on you the way they are now. Running across your clothed skin and twisting your nipples while the other one makes a beeline for your waistband.

“Came back for my wallet,” he continues, hand now playing with the garter of your cotton shorts.

“but I got this treat instead.”

You feel his smile on your bare shoulder and then his hand slips into your underwear right after.

A yelp jumps out from your lips when Yeosang suddenly pinches your clit. The man smiles at your reaction before pressing two fingers onto the bundle of nerves. He feels you quiver in his arms and it makes him feel so victorious.

The blonde’s eyes trails down to where his hand disappeared into your shorts, and he spots the gray cushion with a wet patch. And it all clicks in his mind. He raises a brow as one corner of his lips tilts up, leaning closer to your ear, he whispers:

“Were you humping that pillow?”

You feel your blood rushing up to your face. What were you gonna tell him? ‘Yes. Because it smelled like you and I’m a bitch in heat’ ?

“I asked you a question.”

“ … yes.” Your voice meek and barely above a whisper, but it was enough for Yeosang.

“Why? What were you thinking of?”

It was that moment when your best friend decided to slip two fingers into your cunt. Yeosang makes a mental note to make fun of you for being so wet for him in the future, but for now he needs to focus on the task at hand.

“Y…you…” you don’t know where all this is coming from, why are you responding? How are you even responding? Your mind short circuited a couple minutes ago!

“It s-smells like you.”

This one makes Yeosang nearly stop, but he catches himself before you notice and drives his fingers harder into you. A smile spreads across his lips and he scoffs, clicking his tongue at the effect you have on him.

“That’s fucking hot, y/n.”

Your back arches and your head falls onto his shoulder. He was reaching places you never could. Granted, his hands were so much bigger than yours, fingers longer and able to reach places in your walls you didn't even know about. His fingers curl up and they brush against a spongy patch inside you. You don’t know what it is but it makes your toes curl and elicits a louder moan from you.

“There?” Yeosang felt it too. “You like it there?”

You could hear the smirk in his tone, and you’re about to turn to him and ask him what’s so funny, but his fingers graze over that spot again. Your thighs quake and you hear yourself moaning something akin to ‘yes’.

Yeosang’s other hand snakes down into your pants, tugging at the waistband and signalling you to lift your hips up. He then pulls the garments down your thighs when you do so, albeit a little difficult since he refuses to pull his fingers out of you. But he succeeds, and with his now free hand, he pushes your legs wider and pressed his fingers onto your clit.

With the pillow forgotten below you, you melt into Yeosang’s arms. Hands grasping at his veiny skin, silently pleading him for more. His hands press harsh circles onto you and your eyes roll back as wave after wave of pleasure crashes into your body. Your lips hang open, moaning out loud for Yeosang to hear.

It’s sinful really, how much Yeosang enjoys the sound of his fingers fucking into you. How your whispered curses and moans of his name goes straight down to his dick. And if you thought your pillow smelled so good earlier, what will you think now? After it’s doused with your juices. Yeosang would love to sink his nose into that.

The clenching of your pussy around his fingers is what brings him out of his thoughts.

“You close, y/n?”

His voice vibrates through your body and shakes your core. You manage to gasp out ‘yes’ and a ‘please’, but you’re not too sure what you were pleading for. Your breath quickens and Yeosang only watches as your chest rapidly rises and falls, your thighs beginning to quiver even more, threatening to close around his hand when your orgasm washes over you.

But then it all stops.

“Huh?” It’s as if your world just collapsed. The pleasure building up to your climax higher and higher only for it to suddenly crumble down. Euphoria was right at the tip of your fingertips but it was ripped away from your grasps. You could cry, you were so close that it hurt.

You frantically turn to look at Yeosang only to find him already staring at you. There’s a certain glint in his eyes that shows he has a plan, and you never like it when that happens.

“Well.” He starts, pulling his soaked fingers out of your cunt, and you whine at the emptiness. “I should get going.”

The fog in your mind immediately disappears and your clutch at your best friend’s wrists.

“No! You can’t!”

Yeosang gives you a look of faux confusion, it makes you want to punch him in the throat.

“What do you mean? I only came back to get my wallet and Woo’s hat.”

He turns his head to look by your desk. “There they are!”

When you feel him begin to shuffle off the bed your arm instinctively wraps around his. Holding onto him for dear life. No way in hell is he gonna leave you high and dry, cunt exposed and wet.

“No! Don’t go yet! Please, Yeosang!”

He hums, the fingers still on your clit go back to drawing figure eights onto the nub. But this time, lighter, slower and more infuriating. It’s as if his fingers were barely there and it’s driving you up the wall!

“It’s getting late though…” he trails off, eyes on the alarm clock on your bedside table.

You feel him slowly put more pressure onto your clit and the sparks come back to life. A jolt comes running up your spine and your hips start to gyrate in rhythm with his fingers.

“It’s only four…” you respond, voice airy and nearing a moan. Your eyes flutter shut and you concentrate on the feeling of Yeosang’s fingers on you. His chest against your back, and his arm snug around your waist.

The room falls quiet again, save for your soft sighs and an occasional gasp when you feel your clit being pinched. Your breath falls in sync with Yeosang’s and you, again, melt back into his embrace.

The slow and steady pace is surprisingly bringing you up to another orgasm. The now familiar pattern of his fingers is giving you a sense of consistency. Your walls clench around the air and you feel your cunt leak with warm fluids, no doubt staining even more the already stained pillow beneath you.

Slowly but surely, your breath starts to pick up once more. Thighs twitching and hips bucking into the hand toying with your cunt.

Just like that! You can feel your high coming up again. So so close. If he just keeps at it for a few more seconds then you–

“It’s getting dark, y/n.” Yeosang stops again, this time pulling his fingers off of you completely.

“Fuck you, Yeosang!”

The man holds back an amused chuckle. Who knew it would only take a little bit of teasing for you to crumble.

“Me?” Yet he keeps his innocent facade. “What do you want from me?”

Your hand guides his back to your pussy, using his fingers to rub all over your clit again like he was your toy.

“Fuck you and your stupid Tom Ford Oudwood perfume!”

You scowl in between moans, hips bucking up to dig his fingers harder into you.

“A-and your stupid fucking peppermint body wash!”

This time Yeosang moves his fingers with yours, swiping harshly across your sensitive nub. His smirk grows wider at your words. He had no idea you got this worked up over his body wash.

“And your … your fucking— ah! Fucking eucalyptus shampoo!”

His other hand joins back in, still wet with all your slick from earlier. He traces them up and down your folds, gathering up even more of your juices to smear them across your thighs.

“That’s nice.” He chuckles, low and baritone into your ears. A shiver shoots up your spine when you feel his breath warm on your skin.

“But I still don’t know what you want from me.”

This bastard! He’s making you beg, you were right! You knew he wouldn’t give in that easily. That glint in his eyes almost made you nauseous. Yet here you are, licking your lips and getting ready to beg as if it was your life on the line. Absolutely sickening.

“Time’s ticking, y/n.”

Salvaging your pride was no longer an option, the need to cum was stronger and it was slowly driving you insane.

“Let me cum, Yeosang.” You pant.

“Please! Please please please… I want to cum. Please, can I cum?”

“Can’t hear you.”

God! You want to scream! Tear your hair out! Cry even!! Why is he so cruel?!

“Fucking hell! Please Yeosang! Can I cum please?!! It hurts.” Your voice loud enough that you’re sure your neighbours had heard you.

“Loud and clear, baby.” He whispers into your ear.

Before you had the chance to revel in the introduction of a new petname for you, three of his fingers suddenly plunge into your pussy. He pulls them back to only the tips and pounds them back inside, knuckles deep. The pace he sets is hard and fast, it makes your head spin and breath get stuck in your throat.

A shriek rips out of you when Yeosang presses harsher circles onto your clit. Your thighs come to close around his hands and your eyes roll back, pleasure quickly flooding through your senses. The blonde pulls a hand away to grip at your thigh and force your legs back open. His arm flexes and you subconsciously run your fingers over the veins along his forearms. The feeling of his hard muscles and the ridges of each vein nearly makes you cum on the spot. Throwing your head back onto his shoulder, you look up to make eye contact with him as his hand goes back to toying with your clit.

“Keep this pussy open for me, baby.”

If the man behind you didn’t edge you twice before, you’d be embarrassed by how close you are to cumming right now. Your moans get cut short by something that sounds similar to a sob and tears start to gather at your waterline. Your body is writhing and twitching and squirming all thanks to Yeosang’s hands on your pussy.

Your body then stiffens and all you can see is white behind your eyes, your nerves burning and tingling as you finally get to cum. It’s an orgasm so intense you start to shake and your cunt clenches oh so tight around Yeosang’s fingers.

But the man is relentless, even with your mind-numbing orgasm he still continues to pump his digits in and out of you. He sighs, mesmerized by the creamy white ring your cum created on his hand. You were cumming so much it makes him want to cum too.

It was only when your quivering ceases and you reach down to tug his hand from between your legs does he stop. Your body now limp and twitching with oversensitivity, but your muscles were relaxed and your breathing was now calming down.

Sleep nearly wins you over when you feel Yeosang shift behind you. You turn around to look at him and there's a new glint in his eyes. One that tells you that he’s far from being done with you.

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do NOT plagiarize or translate any of my works & thank you for reading.

Bro……

Late

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x (sub)fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: jealous sex(?), unprotected sex, blowjob, fingering, masturbation, edging, overstimulation, choking, hair pulling, master kink, dirty talk, degradation, praising, petnames. A lot of me not knowing what I was writing anymore. (I think that's about it)

Summary: He waited...and waited...and decided he’s going to have his way with you after making him wait up so late and partying out with other guys instead.

Wc: 2.2k+ words

a/n: I apologise if at some points of the smut makes no sense but I just wrote anything instead of not finishing it so... Enjoyyy ;-;

Drunk, you were so drunk, the two men were carrying your body by wrapping your arms around their shoulders. “Damn she got wasted,” Wooyoung commented, San nodded agreeing while you could barely walk between them and singing songs. Then your phone rang again, “That’s the third time. Pick it up for her Woo maybe it’s Yeosang,” San said and Wooyoung nodded, “Yeosang~~ chicken boy!” you giggled to yourself as Wooyoung carefully took out the phone from your purse and put it on speaker.

“Hello? Y/N?” A voice echoed through the phone in the hall, Yeosang had allowed you to go to the bar with the company of Wooyoung and San, well he didn’t agree to it at first the moment you mentioned their names but you ended up getting what you want after promising him a bucket of chicken, and when you weren’t home even past midnight, he couldn’t help but worry.

“Yeosangie~~” you shouted out, it was obvious you were drunk as fuck even through the phone, “Where are you? It’s really late.” There was worry in his voice, a tone which you would hear or notice once in a blue moon, “I’m with these cuties Sannie and Woo, who took great care of me by the way,” you giggled out again, the two looked at each other with wide eyes, although they love you they would prefer not getting murdered by Yeosang, after all he was possessive, he may not act out how possessive he is but he would show it by little things, like glaring at them, staying silent but exhaling heavily, or answering people with one worded sentences in a neutral tone.

“Oh.” One worded sentence in neutral tone it is, “Oh look! We’re almost there, uh we’re gonna hang up Yeosang, Y/N will be home. Safely.” San ended the call after chuckling nervously, “You little bitch.” Wooyoung stared at your clueless self. The time you reached the door of your shared apartment (with your boyfriend) you had to assure them you were fine going in on your own. Although they both know you wouldn’t be, by that it means that they knew you might not be able to walk the next day.

“Well uh...good luck honey, you’re gonna need it,” Wooyoung said while he patted you on the shoulder and you looked at San to see him smiling brightly, you recovered from your drunk state a bit, just enough to comprehend what he was saying, “What? What do you mean!?” you shouted while they run away waving at you. You stumbled in the apartment and took off your heels, and put your purse aside with a headache, you held yourself up along the walls, the place was quiet so you assumed Yeosang went to sleep, a part of you kinda relieved, oh you couldn’t be more wrong.

“Had fun? Hmm?” you stood up straight, stunned after hearing his voice, you slowly turned to the direction of his voice, there he was, sitting on the chair manspreading, and tapping his feet. You gulped down nothing, “Answer me princess? Or were you busy hoeing around?” “No Yeosa-” “That's master for you.”

“No master, I wasn’t.”

He signalled you to kneel in front of him by tapping on the ground with his foot. You slowly headed there, keeping your head low and knelt down, “Then tell me, why are you home so late?” you didn’t answer and he scoffed, “Eyes up here princess,” he said making you face up with his index finger and thumb on your chin. You looked at him with puppy eyes, the ones that would usually make him go soft but this time, it made him want to ruin you.

He laughed sadistically while you kept quiet kneeling on the uncomfortable carpet. “Were you having fun out there without me with other men instead?” you shook your head frantically, he tilted his and smiled, it was so sadistic it was scary, in a way that made your panties wet. This side of Yeosang was a rare one, and you were already getting sober on coming to the conclusion that it was going to be a long night for you.

“Prove it.” His smile dropped and he grabbed you harsher, making you mewl, “H-how can I prove it to you master?” you said gripping on the material of your dress, “Make use of that mouth. Prove that this dick is the only dick you’ll ever want to choke on and get fucked by,” he growled and you nodded in his hold. He let go of your chin and your hands glided up from his thighs, then went to his belt unbuckling them, you slid them off along with his undergarment and started stroking his length.

You could feel him staring down at you and it aroused you so much it was almost humiliating, just like the wet patch that stained your panties, which were probably soaked by now, you looked up at him as he breathed heavily while you kept stroking his length. After he was fully hard, you spit on the tip of his cock, mixing it with his own pre cum, and finally took him in your mouth. He let out a hiss the moment your warm mouth wrapped around his dick and he took a handful of your hair to get it out of the way. And you started bopping your head up and down.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, guiding you down his length, he suddenly pushed you all the way and you choked on his cock, “Look at you, such a slut, choking on my dick after you were just out with other men,” he said staring up at the ceiling then back at you. The mix of your tears and mascara stained your cheeks, he could only imagine so much more on how he could dominate you until you were begging to cum, and that made his dick twitch in your mouth.

“Come on, take your hand, play with that filthy hole of yours,” he said which made you moan, sending a wave of vibrating pleasure to his shaft, one of your hands slowly went to slide up your dress, pushing your panties aside and sliding a finger in easily, you moaned still exploring his dick in your mouth, tongue trailing along the vein, you added another finger to your hole and pumped it in and out, finding it hard to focus on Yeosang, he noticed and helped you by pulling you by the hair, guiding you once again, “Stupid whore, can’t even do it right.”

He let out a breathy groan by the time you were giving him head long enough, you felt him twitch in your mouth and he started bucking his hips upwards, indicating he was close, you were also close, not missing to dip your fingers in your hole.

One last thrust upwards and he came in your mouth, you swallowed it and he leaned down to kiss you, you hadn’t came yet so you were determined to, Yeosang noticed this and smirked, “Take your fingers out,” you looked at him in shock, “B-but,” you were about to protest but he glared at you and slowly took your hands away from your cunt. You were so close it was unbelievable he would do this, he took your fingers in his mouth and licked your juices which made you stare at him in awe, he was fucking gorgeous.

He broke your thoughts as he picked you up on his shoulders heading to the bedroom and throwing you on the bed, immediately hovering you and pinning you down. You moaned out when he sucked in that one spot one your neck that made you sensitive and kissing you all around, your lips, neck, chest, thighs. “Fuck, I’m all hard again, I’m gonna fuck you so good and you’re gonna take it all. Got it?” he stared you dead in the eyes, full of lust. “Y-yes master.”

“Strip.” He got off of you giving you space to do so while he takes off his own shirt, revealing his chocolate abs, and you couldn’t help but stare. “I have to do everything don’t I?” he tears your dress throwing it away and you gasp as the cold air hit your body.

He leans closer to you, wrapping his hand around your neck. “Get ready princess, be good and I might let you cum.” You observed his every movement, his other hand tracing down along your body, gripping you tightly. While his other hand was still on your neck, he knew the right pressure to put on it. He had spent a long time studying your kinks and body after all.

Once his hand was in contact with your entrace, he slid two fingers in and you let out an inaudible gasp. He started pumping his fingers in and out, all you could let out was choked moans and gasps. “Feels good? Are my fingers filling you up nicely?” You nodded as tears fell from your eyes which made his dick twitch, he loved seeing those tears as he would pleasure you.

He started fucking his fingers into you faster, adding one more finger, and soon you were close, “Sh-shit,” you cursed and he felt you clench tightly around his fingers. He smirked, you didn’t like that smirk, you already know what he was up to, “N-no.” You were close, so close, then he pulled out because he knew you were.

You whined loudly after he edged you, and he enjoyed it, he enjoyed teasing you, having you underneath him like this, all for him, only for him, he shoved his fingers in your mouth, silencing your moans as you sucked on them. “So good for your master, now for the main event...”

After saying that he flipped you in a swift manner, having your ass up and pushing your head in the matress. He wasted no time, feeling his dick throb painfully, he hissed when he rubbed the tip to your entrance and smearing the wetness. “You ready love? If it’s too much, you know the word to say right?” He said. “Red for stop, yellow for slow down.”

“Good girl.”

Just like that he was already balls deep inside you, you both let out groans, as your walls hugged his throbbing dick deliciously, “Fuck, so tight,” he says under his breath, already moving. There was a slight stinging pain at first due to the edging and sensitiveness, but the pain soon faded into pleasure, heavenly pleasure, one that made your eyes roll back to the back of your head.

His hands gripped on your hips tightly you were sure there would be bruises by morning, he continued to ram into you and you stayed there, a moaning mess for him, gripping on the sheets of the matress.

He let go of you, pulling out, it had you confused for a while but once he moved your body so you were facing him you understood what he was doing. Yeosang liked seeing your face when you came undone, so you just kept quiet and followed his movements.

He slipped his entire length in you again and it still felt just as good but it was overstimulating you, not that you were complaining. He started moving in the same pace again, not as talkative anymore, he aimed for one and one thing only-- for the both of you to feel good.

He noticed your squirming as he kept fucking into you, his dominant side calming down a bit, he snaked one of his hands up from your hips to yout hand, intertwining your fingers, “Pretty baby, come on, you can take it,” he leaned down to kiss you, and slipped his tongue in your mouth while you moaned in the kiss.

Although he was acting all sweet, his hips moved in a fast speed, he kneaded your breasts still kissing you, distracting you from the overstimulation, he pulled away leaving a string of saliva, he began paying more attention to chase both your highs, so he started thrusting in deeper by lifting one of your legs. You let out a loud moan, surely the neighbors would be awake by now, “I’m close too, just wait a bit more.”

He groaned and continued fucking you harshly. For the last time, he pulled out entirely and fucked into you again, both of you let out sounds of pleasure as you reached your highs. He pulled out as his seeds flowed out of you, rubbing circles on your thigh lovingly, staring up at you, and seeing that you had passed out.

He let out that cute giggle you love so much, and took a blanket covering your naked body with it, he slipped in the blanket beside you, cuddling you and kissing your cheek.

“Sorry for going so rough on you, good night sweetheart. ”

a/n: such a simp for Yeosang I am but who wouldn’t be lol

NCT’s ACE everyone.

haechan ♡ nct 2021 jacket behind the scene pt.1

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orange flavoured - p.sh

park seonghwa x gender neutral!reader

cw - college-ish!au, fluff, sickfic, seonghwa has a fever

word count: 1.5k

Seeing Seonghwa at your front door at ungodly hours of the night was not a regular occurence. Hongjoong, sure. Even San and Wooyoung had a habit of turning up at your place at fuck o'clock in the morning for whatever reason, because they knew you lived alone and always had a free sofa and hot water to shower with. Not to mention it was convenient, because you lived just a few minutes walk from campus. Despite this, Seonghwa was never one to come to your house in the middle of the night. He could get to his dorm room unharmed even if he was drunk or sleep deprived, thank you very much. He was self-sufficient that way. So opening the door to your cramped apartment at 3 a.m. to be greeted by his face twisted into an uncomfortable grimace was enough to make an icy block of worry form in your stomach.

"Hwa?" you asked, your voice gruff from having just woken up. "What's wrong?"

"I don't feel well," he whispered, voice barely audible.

He winced after speaking, lips pressing into a thin line. You realised then that he was struggling to stand upright and although you were still half asleep, you rushed forward to pull him inside, one hand on his waist and one reaching past him as you pulled your door shut. You heard Seonghwa let out a soft sigh before he leaned into you. You realised then that even through the layers of his and your clothing you could feel his skin burning up.

"You're burning up," you stated simply, earning a whine from Seonghwa, who lifted himself away from you after you spoke. He tried to smile but his expression showed his discomfort all the same.

"I was at the library and I tried getting home but I don't- I don't feel well," he said. You couldn't help but pout at seeing him so vulnerable. It was an unusual sight. "And I thought maybe since Joong stays here sometimes I could stay over? If it's okay with you."

"Of course it's okay!" you reassured him, pressing a hand between his shoulder blades and guiding him to your sofa, where he collapsed with a groan and with very little grace. You rested the back of your hand on his forehead, his whole body shuddering at the feeling of your room temperature skin on his own overheated skin. With a long sigh you removed your hand and examined Seonghwa's state. His features pulled into an expression of discomfort with a little furrow between his brows, his shaking hands hugging his sides and sweat that was starting to make his hair stick to his forehead. Worry and fondness tugged at your heart as you leaned down to push his hair out of his face. "Seonghwa?"

"Mh?" he grunted, his teary eyes meeting yours.

"I'm gonna get you some medication and something comfortable to wear, okay? I think Hongjoong left some clothes here a while ago so I'll bring you those," you told him. Despite how pained he looked he nodded once you were done speaking, leaning into the corner of the sofa with a sharp exhale. You nodded to yourself when he closed his eyes, leaving him to rest while you collected everything you'd promised him.

A thermometer, a pack of over-the-counter fever medication, a hoodie and sweatpants and a glass of water later, you were kneeling on the sofa in front of a disgruntled and sweaty Seonghwa who didn't even have the strength to protest when you took hold of his face and asked him to open his mouth. You pressed the thermometer beneath his tongue and smiled at the small sound that left him when he closed his mouth around it. Your apartment was silent while you waited for the thermometer to beep, Seonghwa's cheek uncomfortably warm against your palm as you held his face in place. It was an intimacy you had never shared with any of your other friends before, taking the thermometer out of his mouth and reassuring him that his fever wasn't all that bad, and the knowledge made a small smile play on your lips.

"Do you need help changing?" you asked from where you stood in front of him, running your fingers through his hair while he took the medication with the water you'd given him. He shook his head and leaned into your touch, his eyes falling shut as he set the empty glass down in his lap. When he made no move to set aside the glass you laughed softly, letting go of his head to set the glass aside yourself and unfold the hoodie you had brought him. "Here, sit up for me."

"You don't have to help me," Seonghwa protested, opening his eyes and pouting at you in a way he usually only did when he was trying to make you laugh. You smiled and reached for his hand.

"It's okay," you said, giving his hand a squeeze. "Let me take care of you."

Seonghwa was silent, his ears turning pink, but after a moment he squeezed your hand back and sat up properly.

"There we go," you hummed, letting go of his hand to set the hoodie down in his lap. He shuddered when you helped him take off his shirt, the air of your apartment far too cold for his body to handle. He raised his arms silently when you picked up the hoodie, allowing you to slip it onto him without much difficulty. Changing his pants, however, was another story, as he sat with his hands pressed to his thighs with a rigid frown on his face. "Seonghwa, you can't sleep in these jeans."

"It's embarrassing," he murmured, eyes fixed on your shoulder instead of your face. The longer you sat with your hands on his knees the redder his cheeks turned, making him look like a sweaty strawberry wearing a slightly too small hoodie.

"I've seen you at the pool before," you pointed out, earning a look from Seonghwa.

"That's not the same," he huffed, brows drawing together as he shifted his gaze down to his lap. Seeing how stubborn he was and how ill he still looked you sighed and set the sweatpants aside, your soft spot for him far too soft to keep insisting with him.

"Okay, let's just get you to sleep," you said, smiling when he let out a happy hum. "Are you feeling any better?"

"No, not yet," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself and squeezing slightly. "I'm so cold."

"I'll get you an extra blanket and in the morning you can take a warm shower, okay?" you offered. Seonghwa nodded in response, offering you a small smile. You stood up again and held out your hand. "Come on, let's get you in bed."

Seonghwa complied quietly after that, sniffling occasionally in discomfort even as you tucked him into your bed, settling a blanket over his shoulders as he curled up tightly. His eyes were shut but he still didn't look peaceful, shivering with every movement he made. Your heart ached in your chest and you stroked his hair out of his face once more before you turned to your bedroom door.

"Call me if you need anything," you told him, your hand already on the door handle when Seonghwa let out a low whine.

"Please stay," he called out, his voice unsteady. You glanced back at your bed in surprise and heard him more than saw him move around, your bedsheets rustling in the quiet of the room. There was a little more silence before he spoke again. "You don't have to, I just- I thought I might feel better if you're here."

"Oh," you whispered, unable to stop yourself. You smiled as you shut your bedroom door and stepped back towards the bed. It was a wide, fond smile that turned into a grin once you were lying down in front of Seonghwa, holding out your hand for him to hold. He took it without hesitation, lacing his fingers with yours so that his clammy palm was pressed against your own dry palm. "I've got you. You'll feel better soon, okay?"

In front of you Seonghwa sniffled but nodded.

"Okay," he answered, his voice watery. You pouted and shuffled a little closer to him, kissing his knuckles before you could think too much of it.

"Get some rest," you told him, smiling when he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you for taking care of me," he whispered, giving your knuckles a feverish kiss of his own before he hugged your hand to his chest. You could feel his heart pounding and realised absentmindedly that this intimacy was even greater than when you'd just been taking his temperature. The thought didn't last long though, your mind quickly floating back into the sleepy state it had been in when Seonghwa first arrived.

"Always," you assured him.

By the end of the next day Seonghwa was feeling fine again and the experience only brought about two changes. The first was that he now knew his body was definitely not made for studying past three in the morning. The second was that he quickly became a regular presence in your apartment three or so nights a week, which was a pleasant and domestic change that you happily welcomed. If Hongjoong and San and Wooyoung were slightly jealous that their rest stop had been taken over by Seonghwa then - well, you'd leave that for them to figure out.

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