Hi Could I Request P1harkony When They Have A Crush On You

hi could I request p1harkony when they have a crush on you

p1harmony when they have a crush on you

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: none i don’t think…

a/n: hiii friend!! yes u can >__< i hope u enjoy!! requests r open btw for anyone wondering :p still working on tumblr girls atm ..

*ੈ✩ keeho

keeho prides himself on the fact that he can make anyone in his vicinity laugh with little to no effort, but with you, he tries just a bit harder than he would with anyone else. his feelings for you develop quite quickly, and he finds himself paying attention to small details about you that many, including yourself, would miss. known for being one of the moodmakers of his squad, everyone notices that he gets abnormally quiet at group hangouts where you are present, something out of character for him. alas, he doesn’t notice his friends’ concerned glances at his unusual demeanor, as he would much rather focus on the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, the gentle bouncing of your right leg under the diner table, and how you struggle to maintain eye contact with him for more than a few seconds. his attentiveness is what allows him to get closer to you, and his intense observations of every detail about you ends up in him bringing you your favorite snacks without being asked to, or renting an older movie that you mentioned you had been wanting to see, just so the two of you can watch it together. his feelings for you grow tenfold as time passes, but he’s careful not to bombard you with an overwhelming confession of love, so he keeps a good pace and continues to gift you items that remind him of you. once the two of you start hanging out one and one regularly, his flirtatious side is less restrained, and he weasels his way into your heart with the way that he sweetly praises you with that honey voice of his. loves to sneakily touch you and compliment everything about you. his devotion to you, even in the crush stage, is immense and making you feel like the prettiest, most important girl in the world is how he lets that be known to you.

*ੈ✩ theo

is the last one to figure out that he has feelings for you. always would internally pass off his desire to keep you close as just fondness for a friend, but when the boys inquire why he goes through such lengths to make you smile, or basks in your compliments a little more than necessary, he starts to understand that he might not like you as just a “friend”. takes a bit of time to analyze how you two interact the next few times he sees you, and he quickly begins to note that yes, he loves to make you smile more than anyone else and yes, only your compliments, whether towards his hair color or singing voice at a group karaoke session, make him feel fuzzy inside. taeyang is not one to fear rejection, so his way of making you aware of his feelings is cool and collected. simply calls you and gives you instructions to “get dolled up by the evening and wear red.” because he’ll be picking you up and taking you out. when he drives up to your residence, he knocks on your door with flowers in hand, beaming at your beauty. theo is very traditional and a big gentlemen, evident when he opens your passenger door for you, or when he takes your hand to lead you up the flight of a fancy restaurant’s stairs. overall, i believe that he wouldn’t bask in his crush on you for too long. pining is not his ideal method of securing you as his, and he pursues you right when he realizes he sees you in a romantic light. his confidence is a strong quality of his, and that’s no different when it comes to you.

*ੈ✩ jiung

as a perfectionist that values work to a sometimes unhealthy extent, jiung wasn’t fully aware of his blossoming love for you at first. it definitely takes him a little bit of time to accept that his feelings towards you aren’t merely platonic, and as a result of that he might pull away for a bit before ultimately opting to get closer to you. like theo, ji doesn’t really care to pine so when he does make the decision that he wants a chance at a future with you by his side, he makes his feelings very obvious. it starts with physical touch, which you yourself have witnessed jiung gagging at in the past with anyone else, so you already start suspecting that he might view you in a different light than his other friends. starts taking you out on study dates, accompanying you to cat cafes, tying your undone shoelaces for you.. he’s practically your boyfriend before the pair of you even discuss your feelings for each other. isn’t a big gift giver but will pay for your food every time you’re together, not taking “no” from you as an answer. loves when he catches you staring at him from time to time, and blushes at the thought of you liking him back as much as he likes you. i see jiung confessing to you in a pretty nonchalant way, as he’s comfortable enough in his feelings to relay them to you with a certain sweetness that makes your heart warm. in his mind he’s quite nervous, but when you excitedly accept his confession he’s all smiles, grabbing your hand and giving you a quick peck on the cheek. jiung is your prince charming, and the shift between your mutual feelings for each other and officially becoming a couple is a comfortable process, as if it was always meant to be, as if the pair of you were always one, even from the beginning.

*ੈ✩ intak

i see intak as the type of boy to wear his heart on his sleeve, and his security in accepting and understanding his own emotions allows him to be your knight in shining armor whenever you need him to be. he himself knows how comfort can be given in the form of company when life gets difficult, which is precisely the way he shows you his unwavering affection. he doesn’t fully know for sure if he has platonic or romantic feelings for you in the beginning, but he begins to realize that it’s the latter when he finds himself answering a panicked call from you at very late hours of the night, to which he runs to grab his keys and fling on his jacket at he makes his way to your location to comfort you as best as he can. from that night on, he dedicates himself fully to making you feel safe and loved, even if he’s unsure if you reciprocate his feelings. his love language is definitely quality time, and he often ends up inviting you to local concerts, shopping dates, and the movies. wants you to know that he’ll always be there for you, and that he enjoys spending his free time in your presence more than anyone else’s. inflicts corny cliches onto you, like fake yawning and stretching his arm to wrap around your frame, (and his sneaky glance in your direction to make sure he hasn’t made you uncomfortable is not a gesture that goes unnoticed). is your number one hype man, shoulder to cry on, and pillow for when you accidentally fall asleep leaning against his warmth. when he finally knows that you do reciprocate, his confidence shoots up to the roof. one night when you two are watching a movie together at your house, intak turns to face you, tucks a stray hair behind your ear and asks, “can i kiss you?”, waiting for your approval before locking his chapped lips with yours. when you both part from the kiss he can’t stop smiling and going in for more kisses, and eventually you both fall asleep cuddling on the couch. when you wake up he sits you down to make sure he interpreted your eagerness correctly, that you really do want to be his. is all giggles when you call yourself his “girlfriend” for the first time. he is soooo puppy coded ^_^

*ੈ✩ soul

not being the most confident in the group, he’s quite hesitant to express his feelings for you. hides his crush on you from everyone, because he fears it could come between your close friendship. i think shota is the type to know right away if he has romantic feelings for someone, as he’s a great judge of character and knows who he can be comfortable around with a singular interaction. even though he may not want to verbalize his feelings to anyone, especially you, that doesn’t mean that soul doesn’t treat you different. on the contrary, he prioritizes your happiness more than his own, like when he brought you dozens of his favorite snacks from his latest trip to japan, or when he demotes jongseob as his gaming buddy so that he can teach you one on one how to play his usual games. although he might believe he’s not very obvious, all of his friends know that he loves you. after a long time of crushing on you, he starts to open up to you more, which surprises him, especially knowing that he likes to keep his emotions to himself. realizes at a certain point that he can’t continue on like this, that he can’t bare to keep you as just a companion, that he craves more. seeks out his friends’ advice on the matter for the first time, and they all reassure him that there is no way that you don’t feel the same, which is unconvincing to him. despite his doubts, he does eventually muster up enough courage to tell you how he feels, expecting you to kindly reject him and distance yourself afterwards, but to his surprise, you just reply with a kiss on his cheek, and the words, “i like you too”. from that point on, he becomes a more confident version of himself around you, constantly cracking jokes and keeping you attached to him at all times. every part of him that wanted to hide from you disappears once you put a label on your relationship, and he’s grateful that he didn’t let his insecurities get in the way of your shared love for each other.

*ੈ✩ jongseob

i’m a firm believer that seob would fall in love at first sight. his mind is older than his body, and he’s regarded as one of, if not the most mature of his group, despite being the youngest. jongseob knows what he likes, is in touch with his emotions, and most importantly, knows that he loves you more than life itself. doesn’t shy away from pursuing you, makes it his goal in life to receive your unwavering affection!! definitely makes use of his photography hobby by using you as the subject in majority of his photos, always sends you printed copies with little notes written on the back of them, like the date they were taken on, what he was thinking when he photographed them, etc..! asks his older members for advice, and constantly tries to meddle information out of them that could be useful to his mission of asking you out.. he’s attentive just like keeho, and gives you little gifts that incorporate things like your favorite characters, perfume scents, colors, and songs. 100% writes lyrics about you, and shyly shows them to you when you come over one day, passing them off as “general” feelings but when he sees how excited you get to be reading something he wrote himself, your reaction is enough for him to finally ask you out on a proper date. when you leave in the evening, he’s giddy for the rest of the night, and writes down different date ideas just so that he can plan everything perfectly to fit your tastes. he also is on his phone all the time, always preoccupied with texting you, whether it be a simple “good morning :]” or a cute video he saw on instagram. jongseob’s crush on you is deeper than he may let off at first, but he knows that it’s something that consumes his every thought and motivates him in every aspect of his life. once you two actually start dating, he continues to take pictures of you, and makes a scrapbook journal for the pair of you to look at in the future!! just the sweetest boy who values your interests and happiness over everything else!!!

taglist: @woozixo @hearts4chanhee @kyokopi @astro-doll-the-star @soobiary @kyaaramello @t3ssamoodboard @angelcbf @idontknow-1s-world @vivienne-sim @elissasimp @imjustayapper @ihatewreckingballmains @sosaverse @seobing @www90kitsch @khfviq @barbiekh86t @bbyjjunie @taeyangi @fullsunstrawberry @jihnyah @intheemptymirror @watamotee33 @dreamer1299 @jixnnsie @wonootnoot @yukx-x047

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Seeing Red

header edited by me do not remove the watermark and do not repost

pairing; lee jihoon (woozi) x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), honestly it's filth

warnings; cam boy!woozi, sugar baby dynamics, dom dynamics, masturbation (m & f), guided masturbation, degradation, praise, use of toys, marking, unprotected sex, sex on camera, pet names, and light spanking.

word count; 8.1k and some change

svthub masterlist

part 2

a/n; will be linked to the seventeen peachybun-bun master list. hope you enjoy this and make sure you read and leave love on the other fics by the amazing writers part of this collab. huge thank you to @sapphichui for putting all the together and @bisexualgyu for their hard work with graphics. also a big thank you to @librarian-stacks and @onlychans for proofreading this beast

[sugarwoo$i online]

Freshly manicured nails tap lightly on keys as you try to steady your breath listening to him talk. He is in such a mood tonight. You had been watching sugarwoo$i for months, almost daily at this point, but each time felt exciting, and each time you got bolder with your tips and comments. 

Woozi groans as his hand moves over the bulge in his undone jeans. He wanted to take his cock out and give himself some relief, but none of the viewers deserved to see him yet. He had made that very clear with his words and actions. His free hand ran through his hair as he bit at his bottom lip, leaning his head back in the old office chair, before laughing as he listened to the tips overshadowing the sound of his music playing in the background. 

“Greedy tonight.” 

His eyes scan over the tips, seeing a large one from domino$ugar, a smirk playing on his features as he lifts his hips and pushes his jeans down to his hips, before kicking them the rest of the way off. “Thank you, Domino. You are especially generous tonight. Are you that needy, baby?” 

You gasp as he uses the name he started calling you out of habit to shorten your username. Your lips press together at the same time as your thighs as his eyes meet the camera, sending chills down your body. Warmth spreads through your stomach, down until you feel your panties beginning to get sticky with arousal. 

domino$ugar has tipped $1000

cutie4woo: That’s a lot of money Domino…

Woozi laughs at your second tip, raising a brow as he slides his hand into his tight briefs, running his thumb over his head and making himself shiver with anticipation. “You’re right, it is. I expect an answer, Domino. I was speaking to you. Don’t make me ask again. I’d hate to cut off the video because you can’t be a good girl and answer when you are spoken to.”

Your legs spread as you shift in your bed, running your fingers along your panties and closing your eyes for a moment as he chastises you for not listening to him, before you finally type into the chat.  

domino$ugar: I always am, for you.

“Of course you are. My little needy girl. Are you touching yourself? You better be. I know your little fingers aren’t nearly enough, but they will have to do for tonight.” 

You watch as the chat springs to life as other subscribers chime in to tell him how well they are listening to his commands and how wet they are for him. Your eyes flick from the chat to his face as he scoffs into a laugh as he obviously reads the chat.

He nods, finally moving his hips once again, sliding his briefs down and kicking them off to expose his hard cock. Tilting his head, Woozi lets his shaft rest against his stomach as he leans back, just watching the camera as if you are in the room and he is watching your fingers slide your panties to the side. Your fingers circle your clit, making you gasp out his name, which he seems to respond to, making you furrow your brows. 

“Such a pretty little slut for me. So nice and wet. Getting yourself ready for my cock?” His voice raises into a question, and you nod as you close your eyes, listening to the sound of his voice as he groans and wraps his hand around his length, pumping himself slowly. “Going to let me have you any way I want?” 

Your eyes open to the sounds of tips. You bite at your frown, before reaching up with your free hand to send in another, not wanting to possibly be beaten out, though you knew there is no way that could happen. 

domino$ugar has tipped $500 

“Domino, baby. Thank you, why don’t you buy a private show at this point.” He laughs, but you raise a brow, having not considered that possibility. The idea is intriguing, but it is also so personal. But then again, isn’t that what you wanted? Woozi all to yourself? 

Your finger moves the pointer over the screen as your other finger circles your clit, making your thighs tremble when you press the confirm button. The sound triggers, and Woozi laughs, leaning forward slightly and shaking his head. “You really are good at listening to me, aren’t you?” 

The screen counts down as the chat moves quickly in whines when it is announced that Woozi is entering a private show. “Don’t whine. I’ll be back tomorrow.” Woozi blows a kiss to the camera one last time, before for most the screen goes to a stream end - user in a private show screen, marking the end of his show for the night. 

Your screen only goes to black for a moment, before Woozi is back with a smirk and a raised brow, leaning forward towards the camera. “Hey, baby. Do you want to type, or do you want to let me hear that pretty little voice?” 

Your stomach flips as you sit up in bed, your hand sliding from between your legs as you realize he is speaking only to you. An invite for you to share your voice pops up as an option on your screen. A trembling hand lingers over the button for a moment, before you accept the invitation, realizing it might be nice to not have to type the entire time as you watch him, no matter how awkward it might end up being. 

Woozi watches as your picture lights up, signaling your voice is connected and waits until he hears a small “Hi.” His smirk morphs into a bit more of a smile, before he bites his bottom lip and furrows his brows, tilting his head. “Are you being shy with me, Domino? After all you’ve said to me in chat? That isn’t the dirty girl I know. This is your show, baby, but I won’t settle for that shit.”

Your eyes widen as you clear your throat, and you speak up some, shifting on your bed and bringing your knees to your chest. “I’m…I’m not shy. I just didn’t expect to be able to speak to you directly.”

Your eyes watch as Woozi laughs and nods, picking up his tripod and moving towards a bed, giving you more of a view of his room. It was clear he had spent his money in an interesting way. A few instruments are strategically in a corner and are obviously where he had invested his money, whereas the rest of his furniture is almost tragic in your eyes. 

Clearly having no shame in his body, Woozi sets up the camera facing his bed, before moving to a drawer and taking out a red toy and showing it to you. “Remember this?”

You bite your lip and nod, before answering verbally. “Yes. I sent that to you. You said you liked red, and I wanted you to have something to play with. I…I wanted to watch you use it.”

Woozi laughs as you stumble over your words and confession as he takes off the end of the red fleshlight, before laying back on his bed that creaks from obvious age and just poor value.

You find yourself unable to keep yourself from speaking as you watch him reach for a bottle of lube, pouring some onto his fingers. “You need a new bed.” 

Another laugh falls from his lips as he looks at the camera and shakes his head. “That’s what you want to talk about? I’m about to fuck the toy you bought for me, as if it were you, and you want to talk about my old ass bed?”

You feel your cheeks flush as you take a breath. “I mean...no, but yes. I…want you to be comfortable. I just like to see you taken care of.” 

Your voice falls off into a whisper at the end, making Woozi smirk as he strokes himself slowly and looks into the camera, before putting some lube onto the toy. “You want to take care of me, Domino?”

You let out a shaky audible breath instantly turned on by his words. Woozi furrows his brows at the sound of your breath, before sliding the head of his cock into the toy with a low groan. “Yes, I do...oh my god. You look so good, Woozi.”

He bites his lips together and looks down at his cock moving into the toy, before glancing back to the camera. “Yeah? You have your fingers in your pretty little pussy for me? Fuck, I wish this was your pussy.” 

You watch his hips move up to meet the toy in his hand as your legs spread once again. Your fingers slide around your panties, two fingers press at your wet entrance as you gasp when you feel the stretch when you push them in.

“I heard that. Put the computer closer so I can listen to your fingers.” 

Nodding, you do as he says, sliding down in the bed and spreading your legs further apart so you can put the laptop between your legs, letting him hear the wet sounds as your fingers enter your wet core over and over.

“Fuck that’s it. Faster. I want you to cum for me, Domino, like the dirty girl you are.”

You whine as you curl your fingers up into yourself to find your spot, causing Woozi to fuck up harder into the toy in response. “Woozi, please….”

Glancing at the camera, sweat on his brows, he grins and raises a brow. “Please what, baby? What do you want? Tell me.” 

Your thighs tremble as you feel yourself getting closer, your eyes fixed on him as you listen to him grunt as his hips meet his hand. “I wish you could fuck me. I need you so bad. I want you so much.”

He laughs and leans his head back, his abs tightening as he groans out “Domino…” making you close your eyes, “Call me Y/N.” 

Woozi smirks and nods, “Y/N, cum for me. Fuck yourself faster. I know you can. Put your thumb on your clit. I want you to scream my name.” 

Hearing him say your name almost pushes you over the edge as you follow his commands. Your thumb presses over your clit as you rub circles over it. Your fingers moving faster and harder into your pussy, you gasp, before giving him what he wants as you scream out his name as your legs close around your hand when you cum. 

Woozi quickly follows you, hearing the sounds of your orgasm. “Fuck…oh fuck! Y/N…yes, baby.” His eyes close as yours open, letting you look at his fucked out face in awe. You had seen him after a climax many times, but this time seems different. He almost seems like he experienced bliss.

Opening his eyes, Woozi laughs and puts the toy to the side, before reaching for a tissue. He cleans some cum from his fingers and cock, before he looks at the camera shaking his head in disbelief. 

“What?” Your voice is shaky as you move to sit up once again.

“You sound like a fucking dream. I wish I could meet you for real.”

Raising a brow, you smile and shrug. “Why can’t we? Are there some camboy rules that say you can’t? 

Laughing, Woozi sits up, glancing at the time seeing 15 minutes left for the private show. “I mean, no, but I am not made of money. I can’t just go to random places to meet people.”

You smile and bite your lip and shrug. “Where do you live? I promise I’m not a crazy person. I don’t want to kill you.” 

Sliding on a pair of shorts, he runs a hand through his hair and sighs, contemplating, before nodding. “I’m in California, just outside of LA. We are almost out of time.”

You perk up at his state and smile brighter. “I’m also in California. Well, one of the houses is. Give me your number, and I’ll send you some details. I will also make it worth your time.” 

Woozi shakes his head, mouthing “one of the houses”, before picking up his phone. “You are loaded, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks burn as you laugh and pick up your own phone, waiting for him to tell you his information as he furrows his brows. “I have money, yes. As I said, I want to take care of you. Is that bad?” 

Glancing at the time, seeing a 3-minute warning, Woozi considers your offer before sitting on his bed hard in front of the camera. “Give me your number instead. Let me think it over. I’ll text you once I decide. Is that fair, Y/N?” 

Your name on his lips in a casual setting sends a chill down your spine, making you whisper yes. You tell him your number, watching him type it into his phone and hitting save as the screen flashes a warning that the show is about to end. Meeting the camera with his eyes one last time, Woozi smirks and rubs the back of his neck. “This was fun, I really will think about it.” 

You start to answer when the show ends, leaving you alone in your room. The silence is almost deafening as you lean back on the pillows, sliding your laptop away from you as you hold your phone to your chest, glancing up at your ceiling, wondering if he will text. 

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The sound of a text makes you furrow your brows as you sit on your sofa. Your attention is split between your phone and the television. You had been 3 episodes into a new show, a bottle of wine gone, certain you wouldn’t hear from Woozi, when the familiar ding on a new text went off. 

Unknown: Hey it’s Woozi. I’ve thought about your offer. It’s so tempting I can’t turn it down. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do something like this. 

Sitting up quickly, you knock off a bowl of popcorn, the show long forgotten as you quickly save his number to your phone, before responding to him with shaky hands. 

Y/N: I don’t feel like I have to do anything. I want to do it. I was serious about wanting to take care of you. We don’t even have to do anything. I would just like to meet and maybe you could do a show…and I could watch? Like I said I’ll make it worth your time. 

Woozi leans back in his office chair as he reads your text, raising a brow at your message. It was more and more tempting. He was struggling when it came to money, that was half the reason he had started the cam show in the first place. The fact that he enjoyed it so much just happened to become an added benefit. 

Woozi: Alright. When and where?

You bite your lip and kick your legs out of excitement, before taking a breath to steady yourself as you think about his question before responding. 

Y/N: Saturday, 6 pm. If you send me your address I can have a car pick you up. Doesn’t matter where. I’ll find a nice place near you for us. 

“I feel a bit like a prostitute but whatever…” Woozi mutters to himself as he scratches the back of his head, before shrugging and letting his thumbs run over the keyboard. If things got weird, he would let his friends know where he was, and he would make his way out. If he got lucky, you were hot and this would be a good time. 

Woozi: [Address attached] Seems like a lot just for a little meeting with me. Are you trying to be my sugar mama Domino? ;) 

Cheeks burning at the text, you rub your lips together and take a bit longer than intended to respond, making Woozi a bit nervous as you see bubbles pop up, marking he is writing another text. 

Woozi: It was a joke.

Y/N: I’d like to be, but please when it’s not during the show call me Y/N. 

The two messages send and are seen at the same time, making both of you take a moment before either of you respond. 

Woozi: Are you serious?

Y/N: Yes. I wasn’t kidding when I said I like to see you taken care of. Is that bad? It makes me happy. 

Woozi raises a brow as he glances at a stack of bills on his desk that even the larger tips weren’t covering before looking back at his phone. 

Woozi: What would it mean? Like would you want me to stop doing the show and just be like yours or something? I don’t know if I want that. 

You furrow your brows at his message, almost as if you can feel his hesitation. Shaking your head, you adjust yourself on the couch and pull your legs under you as you bite at your lips. 

Y/N: Not at all. I love the shows. They are hot. I like watching people go crazy over you. Why would I take away another source of your money? That's selfish, I’m not selfish Woozi. I literally said I want to take care of you. It’s nothing weird really…we can talk more about it Saturday. The car will pick you up. 

Woozi thinks about how to respond to the message when you send a kissy emoji, making him scoff into a smirk, before he just reacts to your message with a thumbs up to let you know he read it. 

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Standing in front of the mirror, Woozi pulls at the tight button up, furrowing his brows. It isn’t that he isn’t sure that he looks good. He knows he looks attractive. He has that confidence. He has been told enough times, especially by you, that he is handsome, but knowing you have so much money and what you want with him made him suddenly self-conscious. Maybe the clothes weren’t nice enough. What if you changed your mind? 

Glancing at the clock, he puffs out his cheeks before grabbing his phone, shoving it into his pocket and doing the same with his wallet and keys. Throwing a bag with his show necessities over his shoulder, Woozi sighs and checks the mirror one last time, before heading out of his apartment and down into the street. He is surprised to see a black SUV waiting on the street with a man in a suit standing next to the back door. 

“Uh hi? Is this for me?” 

With a nod, the man opens the door, and Woozi scoffs with a shrug, before getting into the back seat. He instantly takes his phone out to text a couple of his friends, telling them about the ride he is now taking to some potentially fancy place. 

Hosh: What if she’s a babe? 

Cheol: Idk why you decided to do this Jihoon. This seems reckless. 

Mingyu: You can finally pay me back the $50 bucks you owe me?

Woozi scowls at the last text and decides to delete it, before leaning his head back and glancing out the window as the man drives him into the city, towards a part he had rarely visited just due to the fact he knew he couldn’t afford half the stores in the area. 

“Hey, can you tell me the name of the place we are going to?” 

The man driving met Woozi’s eyes in the rearview mirror and sighs before speaking in a flat tone, “The Roosevelt. Ms. Y/L/N has the penthouse.” 

Woozi thought he would choke on his own spit before he swallowed it down. The driver scowls at him, before reaching back to pull open a section in the console to show drinks.

Nodding in thanks, Woozi grabs a bottle of water and twists the top open, before downing half the bottle to calm himself down, having not expected some place like The Roosevelt and the penthouse. He knows you had said some place nice, but not something that he couldn’t dream of affording. 

Picking up his cellphone, he quickly types out his new information to Hoshi and Seungcheol, deciding not to update Mingyu on anything after his last response. Woozi can’t help but smirk at their fast responses and their different opinions. 

Cheol: Who the fuck is she? A Kennedy? Jihoon…I know I said I’d come get you if you needed me to but how the hell am I supposed to get you out of The Roosevelt? 

Hosh: That is the hottest thing you have ever said to me. Hands down. If you don’t fuck her I will. Tell her if she wants a second sugar baby I am into all kinds of kinky shit. 

Woozi glances up as the car comes to a stop. His eyes look up as he leans towards the window. The sheer size of the hotel makes his eyes widen as he barely registers the door opening as the driver waits for him to get out. 

“Your keycard, sir. Ms. Y/L/N is waiting for you. You can let yourself in.” 

Grabbing his things, Woozi then looks at the gold card in the man’s hand, before taking it from him as if it were made of glass. He steps out of the vehicle and makes his way through the main doors, going towards the elevator. He can’t stop himself from glancing around in awe at the opulence of the entire decor. How it is almost too much, and yet he finds himself loving every moment of it. 

Stepping into the elevator, Woozi slides to the side as he is joined by another couple who give him a side-eye and a scoff with a quick look at his outfit, until he presses the button for the penthouse, only to be met with a prompt for his keycard. They watch him expectantly, almost as if they know he wouldn’t have one because he doesn’t belong here. He can’t help the smug smirk on his lips when their eyes follow the gold card as he slid it through the reader, and the elevator beeps recognizing the card, approving the prompt. 

“Which floor are you two going to? I can get it for you.” 

The man meets Woozi’s eyes and furrows his brows, before muttering 12th and watching as it is pressed for him.

Woozi leans back against the elevator wall, crossing his arms as he watches the numbers at the top of the door go up only to stop at the 12th. Watching the couple walk off the elevator, Woozi slides to the middle of the doors and smiles sarcastically as the doors begin to close. “Have a great night you two!” 

He can’t help but laugh as the man groans loudly when the woman on his arm hits him just as the doors close and the elevator begins to go up once again. His stomach begins to tighten slightly in anticipation. As much fun as this is, he has to admit to himself that he is nervous to meet you, and worried that you’d have the same reaction to him as the couple had given him. 

With one last ding, the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open to a single door, making Woozi mutter out a wow as he steps into a small hall, noticing it was the only door on the floor. Shaking out his hands, he shrugs his shoulders a few times, before sliding the gold card into the reader, hearing the beep. He pushes the door open, glancing around as he moves into the large foyer area. “Hello?”

You glance up from your spot on the couch. A glass of wine barely touched in your hand as you bounce your leg. You know Woozi has been working his way up for a few minutes, but your anticipation all comes to a head when you hear his voice come from just a room away. Moving to stand, you clear your throat and sit your wine down so you can smooth your dress down, moving around the couch to meet him as he enters the living area. 

Woozi is glancing up at the tall ceilings when he moves into the larger room, only glancing down as he hears a smaller “Hello, Woozi.”

A smirk is instantly on his lips as he hears your voice, until he sees you and his breath is taken away, his smooth confident exterior is broken. “Holy shit…uh, Domino? Wait I mean, Y/N? Oh my god, you are…” 

Your cheeks burn hot as Woozi’s hands extend out to gesture at you as he almost seems to panic, before moving to sit his bag down with the gold key card. “I don’t have words. Fuck…I don’t know what I imagined, but Jesus christ, you are beautiful. This doesn’t seem fair.” 

A scoff falls from your lips as you furrow your brows, moving a bit closer to Woozi as he watches your every move. “What isn’t?”

Woozi gestures around and then to himself. “You and what you want with me. I’m not…you deserve better.” 

Shaking your head, you bite your lip and glance at his bag, before looking back at him. “I said what I wanted, Woozi, and I meant it. You are even more gorgeous in person. I’m even more certain.”

He laughs and scratches the back of his head, shaking his head, before sighing as you move in touching distance from him. He wants to reach out and touch your skin. It looks so smooth and almost untouched. He can imagine leaving marks all over you. He wants to hear you scream his name again, maybe even his real name. “You can call me Jihoon…when I’m not on camera. When it’s just, you know us. That’s my real name. Lee Jihoon.”

You take one last step, and Woozi can’t help the groan that falls from his lips as he smells your perfume. You give him a soft glance, so innocent, and yet there is something in your eyes that says you want to be fucked right there and then. “Okay, Jihoon. Should we talk about terms?”

Woozi sighs out a soft breath as you say his name, reaching out to run the back of his index finger along your arm, making you shiver slightly at his touch. “Uh yeah…whatever you want.” 

You can’t help but smile at his words, before turning your hand over and offering it to him to see what he would do.

Woozi smirks a bit, raising a brow, before moving his hand over your arm, watching chill bumps spread over your skin. He takes your hand and leads you towards the couch, sitting you down in front of your wine. 

“So I don’t know a ton about how this works, but I’d like to give you an…well, we will call it an allowance at the loss of a better word. I’m thinking $10,000 a month? If that seems fair? Like I told you in text, I don’t want you to stop your shows. I enjoy them. I wouldn’t mind being there to watch some of them in person. I don’t expect you to want to sleep with me Jihoon. So if that’s something you thought I wanted, you don’t have to be. That isn’t why I asked for this arrangement. I really do want to take care of you. I just…can’t fight that urge.” 

Woozi’s eyes widen at the amount of money, before he bites his lips as he watches you talk, letting his fingers slide around your wrist, his fingers touching as he swallows hard. Did you not want to sleep with him now? Furrowing his brows, he nods and looks away, before laughing a bit and letting go of your wrist. “Okay. So you are just going to give me money for existing?”

You smile into a laugh and nod with a shrug. “Basically, I have enough. Why not spoil you?”

He laughs and leans back on the sofa putting his arm behind you before tapping out a beat onto the fabric in thought. “But you don’t want to sleep with me?”

Your cheeks go hot once again, and you look away as you pick up your wine, taking a sip and making Woozi smile at your reaction.

“Or do you? Are you being shy right now, Y/N? You can tell me.” 

You look back over to the man who had been your fantasy for months as you press the wine glass to your lips, before he sits up to take it from you, only to sit it down. “You are either overly shy with me, Y/N, or a dirty little slut. There is no inbetween with you, is there?” 

Turning your head, you are stopped as Woozi reaches up to take your chin into his hand, turning your face back to him and making you look at him. “I’ll stop if you want me to, but you act like I don’t want you, or maybe you don’t want me? Why do you watch my shows if you don’t? Cause I’m not going to lie…right now, I want to mark you up and see how good you taste, baby. Earn my keep.” 

You scoff and take in a shaky breath. “I just don’t want you to think I’m paying you for sex, Jihoon. That’s not what this was about.”

Woozi laughs and runs his thumb over your bottom lip, glancing at your legs as you rub your thighs together. “You’ve made that clear, and I believe you, but I still think you want me to ravage your little cunt.” 

Woozi smirks as he pulls down at your bottom lip, making you gasp when your mouth falls open for him. “I accept your terms only if we explore this. See what happens…because baby, I have to have you. You are just too sweet.” 

All you can do is nod as you meet his eyes, watching him nod back to you, before his mouth is on your throat. Your eyes close as you let out a soft moan, making Woozi smirk against your skin as his kisses work up your neck and to your jaw, and finally your lips as he pulls you closer with his free hand by your waist.

“Now you said you wanted to watch me do a show? How bout you be a good girl and get out of this dress while I set up my camera?” 

You try to catch your breath as you feel his fingers slide your zipper down your back, before he moves off the couch to grab his bag, taking out a small tripod and camera glancing back at you. “Where is the bedroom, baby girl?”

Gesturing to the right, you lick your lips and move to stand as you shake, making Woozi grin as he leaves you to regain your composure so he can set up for his show. 

Finding his way into a large bedroom, Woozi can’t help but laugh to himself at how nice it all is. Sitting the tripod down on a dresser, he moves into the room and runs his hand over the bedding, shivering at how soft the comforter is. He can’t help but cringe at the idea of sleeping on his itchy bedding at home after being spoiled like this. 

Shaking his head, Woozi glances around, figuring out the best place for his camera, framing it up the bed. He is unsure where this would all lead, but he wants to leave his options open in case you want to join him.

Glancing up at the sound of your heels, his breath is taken away once again as he sees you in just your red lingerie. Running a hand over his mouth, Woozi can’t help but palm his jeans with his other hand, muttering to himself. 

“I...holy shit. Did you wear this just for me? Alright, so I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. How about we use the color system, okay, baby? Red if things are uncomfortable or you don’t want it. Yellow if you want me to slow down or if you want a break. Green if you are good to go. The only thing I want is for you to answer me if I ask for a color. Can you do that for me?” 

You watch Woozi move one of the chairs next to his camera that he has set up on an end table at the end of the bed, before he moves to you, putting his hand on your hip and running his thumb along the band of your panties. You nod, and he shakes his head. “I need words, no nodding or shaking your head. I won’t accept that. Verbal consent only. So you answer me when I talk to you.” 

Woozi gives you a look, lowering his head as you swallow a breath, before licking your lips. “Yes, I understand.”

Smiling, he bites at his bottom lip, glancing at your lips and tongue, before taking a step back to give you a once over as he shakes his head. “Sit down for me. I’ll tell you what I want you to do. Just like in any other show, only I can watch you this time. You can inspire everyone else with your good behavior.” 

Sitting down, you cross your legs as you watch Woozi take a step back, moving to his camera. He takes out his laptop to open the svthub website and makes sure everything is perfect, before he presses the go live button. He smirks when he hears the sound of your phone going off in the next room to signal you got his notification. “My good girl even has her notifications turned on for me?” 

You suck on your bottom lip and nod, only to see him raise a brow in warning. “Yes, I do.”

He smiles as you answer him out loud, before sitting down on the end of the bed and glancing at his laptop as comments begin to flood in with tips. 

“You’re right, I’m not in my room. I’m somewhere special with a special guest. You are going to be nice to my special guest, aren’t you?” 

You watch Woozi smirk as he works a few buttons open on his shirt, making you suck on your bottom lip as he meets your eyes, before looking at the camera for a moment, before reading more comments. 

“It’s going to be the same as always…maybe a bit more exciting. We will see how it goes.” You listen to him laugh as he shrugs the tight shirt off his shoulders, exposing his muscles to the light in the room.

You know he is built, but you could never really make out the details with his camera quality. You make a mental note to get him something nicer, so that everyone could understand just how perfect he is. 

Shifting in your seat, you draw Woozi’s attention, making him tsk. “Don’t move, baby. Not until I say so.”

You lick your lips and nod, before letting out a meek, “Okay.” Your hands grip the arms of the chair as Woozi tosses his shirt to the floor and leans back, his eyes staying on you for a moment as he almost seems to study you. It seems like only the sounds of tips bring him back to the laptop as he smirks and laughs sucking on his cheek. 

“I might. We will see what she wants to do. See how shy she is. If she is a good girl and feels comfortable…” 

You furrow your brows curious at what he is talking about, only able to use your imagination as to what the comments are saying.

Woozi’s hands move to his jeans undoing them as his eyes move back to yours as he tilts his head. “What’s that look for? Don’t like not being able to know what I’m talking about? You want to know what I’ve already figured out about you? You want control, hence our little arrangement, and yet you want to be completely out of control. You want someone to control you, don’t you, baby girl? Isn’t that why you like my show?” 

Woozi watches your breasts rise and fall quickly as your breath quickens at his questions. He is hitting the nail right on the head, reading you like a book. “Answer me. I won’t ask twice. We talked about this.” 

“You are right.” 

He makes a sound of acknowledgment as he stands, pushing his jeans past his hips, leaving him in just his briefs. The outline of his hard cock makes your mouth water. Woozi isn’t oblivious to how you are looking at him. Instead, he laughs and turns to the side, running his hand over his bulge, showing the camera with raised brows. 

“I think she’s hungry, but she doesn’t deserve anything just yet. Color?” 

You are brought back to attention at his question as you meet his eyes when he sits down, his hand lazily running over his shaft through the thin fabric.

“Green…” You press your thighs together, trying your best to give yourself some stimulation, only for his eyes to drop to your lap as he shakes his head. 

“I want to see that pretty little pussy. Take off your panties and give them to me, then spread your legs nice and wide. I can’t have you breaking rules and getting off before I say so.” 

You whine to Woozi’s words, before moving to slide your shoes off and putting them to the side, so you can easily stand and step out of your panties. You hold them out, but Woozi makes no effort to move from where he is to take them from you.

Glancing towards the camera, you feel your cheeks flush as you move slightly into the frame, keeping your face hidden as you hand them to him. You move back to your chair, sitting down and slowly spreading your legs for him like you were told. 

Smirking, Woozi twists your panties around his fingers, before showing them to the camera. “She knows how much I love red, but fuck…” His eyes move back over to you as he seems to eye fuck your glistening folds from where he is sitting. “Seeing that pussy knowing it’s mine…I could lose my shit right now. It is mine, isn’t it?” 

“Yes, it’s yours, Woozi.” 

He laughs, biting at his bottom lip with a nod, before putting your panties down on the bed beside him as he leans back on his elbows, watching you. “I want everyone to follow along with our pretty baby tonight. Can you do that for me? Can you all be good little girls tonight?” 

You watch as he glances at the laptop, a grin spreading over his face as he nods and tips start pouring in. “They love this. I might never do a show alone again.” His eyes meet yours as your thighs tremble. “She’s suffering, I think she’s starving to be touched. Are you starving?” 

He nods and pouts in faux concern before laughing. “All my pretty little sluts are so needy. They are all just like you, baby. I bet they are dripping.” Woozi tilts his head and sucks in a breath as he watches you literally drip onto the cushion under you. 

“I can’t wait to taste every last drop of you. Play with your clit, beautiful. I can see you are in pain.” 

You lick your lips, before licking your fingertips and doing as you are told, rubbing them around your clit, making yourself jump at the sudden contact. “Woozi...”

He raises a brow and bites his lip in response, before he glances at the laptop and reads the comments. “Louder, baby. They want to hear your pretty little moans. They said you sound sexy. They are right. Put your middle finger inside. I bet that needy little pussy will swallow it right up.” 

Woozi leans forward as you follow his instructions, and he watches your middle finger disappear into your core. Your moan fills the room, echoed by his soft groan as he grips at his cock through his underwear. “I was right, but it’s not enough, is it, baby girl?” 

You whine out a no as you curl the single finger into your core, trying to get more pleasure, wishing he would just touch you himself.

Woozi moves his hips up, sliding his briefs down and letting his cock spring back up to his stomach as he leans back slightly. Your eyes follow it out of instinct making him smirk. 

“Oh no, you don’t get this yet, but you can have another finger. Just one more, that’s a good girl. Such a good listener.” 

Watching his hand lazily slide over his cock, you whine out his name once more, before moaning loud enough for the camera, making his brows furrow. “Such a pretty sound. Are you moaning for me too?” His eyes are on the camera as he speaks, before glancing at the laptop and nodding to the comments with approval. 

“But you don’t get to cum until I let our baby cum. I think that’s only fair. She’s trying so hard to listen to me. Aren’t you?” 

You nod and curl your fingers in deep, moaning out a louder yes, making Woozi fuck up into his hand with a groan. “Shit…that’s my girl. Keep that up, and I’m gonna have to fuck you in front of everyone. Would you like that? You’d get off on it wouldn’t you?” 

He smirks at your reaction as your fingers slow down, but your breath quickens. “Color?” 

You take a moment as he leans forward with a questioning look on his face, waiting for your answer. “Your back can be to the camera the entire time, and you can say no. I won’t be mad. So tell me your color. I won’t ask again.” 

Licking your lips, you look at his hand around his shaft as he runs his thumb over his head, making himself hiss out a soft “shit…” as he waits for you to consider his proposal. Nodding, you slide your fingers from between your legs and take a breath, “Green, yes.” 

“That’s my good girl.” Woozi slides back on the bed, bringing the laptop with him, before putting his hand out for you. “Come have a seat, baby girl.”

Your cheeks warm slightly as you move past the camera and crawl over the bed, knowing your ass is exposed to the camera, but the sudden increase in tips makes your confidence soar as Woozi’s hands reach for your face as your legs move on either side of his. 

“Look at how well you are taking care of me…now, let me take care of you. You want me to wear a condom?” 

His lips meet yours as you shake your head no and your eyes close, one hand sliding along your side to your hip as he moves you over his hips. You moan about being on the pill and trusting him into the kiss, feeling his hand move between your legs, a calloused thumb pressing against your clit in slow circles. 

“Okay, baby. You like that?” 

Nodding, you whine a yes against his lips, only to lift your hips as you feel him lineup his tip with your entrance and move a hand back to your hip to slowly lower you down. The stretch almost sends you over the edge instantly as you feel almost overly full. “Woozi, oh my god. Wait, yellow.” 

His brows furrow as he looks up at you, running a hand over your cheek. He waits until you nod and mutter that you are okay to move. “You sure? Color?” 

“Green now. Please move. I need you. I just needed a second.” You roll your hips over him, making him throw his head back into a laugh as he nods.

“Okay, okay I get it. Bra off, now.”

You nod and reach behind your back, undoing the clasp as his hands move to pull down the straps as his hips begin to slowly thrust up, meeting your movements. 

Your soft moans are almost overshadowed by his groans, until his mouth is on your skin when your breasts are exposed to him. You can’t help but lean your head back in ecstasy as he starts leaving red marks over your chest as he imagined earlier. Running your hands through his hair, you pull gently, causing a low growl to erupt from his throat as he glances up at you, before running his tongue around your nipple. 

“Careful, kitten…I’ll leave you red all over if you start.” 

You smirk slightly, making him narrow his eyes playfully. He bites down, making you cry out into a moan. A laugh falls from his lips, before his hands grip your hips as his hips begin to piston upwards, making you lose your breath in surprise as you grip at his shoulders to almost try to hold on to reality. 

“I think you’d like that. Waking up tomorrow and looking in the mirror, seeing red and blue spots all over your pretty skin. Wouldn’t you?” 

You nod, not answering verbally, causing Woozi to growl again as he thrusts up hard, making you gasp out a yes. “Yes I want that, please. Oh my god, I’m gonna cum. Please!” 

Woozi groans at your pleading, his head falling back against the headboard as you moan so beautifully for him, as you beg so sweetly for him. “Yeah? You wanna cum?” 

“Yes, please can I cum?” 

Glancing at the laptop, Woozi laughs and bites at his lip hard, before taking a breath to calm himself down. He is close, but he wants to hold out to give you what you want. “They want you to cum too. They want to see your cum running down my cock. I want to see that too. Cum for me, baby girl.” 

His thumb presses over your clit, rubbing hard as he thrusts hard, and you can’t hold on any longer, even if you wanted to try. The pressure that had been building releases hard enough to make your head spin as you hold on to his arms, digging your nails into his skin as you moan loudly. 

Woozi gasps as your walls tighten around him, sending him over the edge. A few hard thrusts into your orgasm, he spills into you with a loud groan, careful not to say your name as his hands dig into your hips hard enough to leave bruises, like your nails would surely leave on him. 

As you slowly stop moving, Woozi's hands loosen their grip, only to begin rubbing gentle circles in the place of the tight vice-like grip, as he laughs and tries to catch his breath. “Holy shit…” 

You smile down at him, before laying your forehead on his shoulder, feeling him kiss your ear. The action sends a chill down your spine and causes a soft gasp to fall from your lips.

Smirking, he leaves a few more kisses below your ear, before moving your hair and turning your head to bring your lips to his, before speaking against them. 

“My good girl.” 

You laugh and nod, nudging your nose against his, before biting at your lip, thinking about your arrangement as you dare to tease him. “You keep calling me pet names, with our…deal, does that mean I get to call you my baby?” 

Woozi growls into a smirk, bringing his hand down hard on your ass and leaving a bright red mark that sends the chat into a frenzy, tips coming in quickly as he mutters against your lips. “No, but you can call me daddy.” 

“Okay, daddy.” 

He grins into the kiss, before he slides from you, letting you lay on your stomach on the bed as he winks at the camera. “Thanks for coming to the show and being such good girls. Maybe I can talk her into joining me again, since you enjoyed it so much. I think she did too.” 

You moan softly as he runs a hand over your warm ass where his handprint was still visible, before he laughs again and reaches to turn off the camera, ending the show for the night with a wiggle of his brows. “I love seeing her all red.”

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The Thing About Pretty Boys

❝ You’re convinced that pretty boy Seonghwa could never fuck anyone stupid. He decides to prove you wrong. ❞

PAIRING: park seonghwa x female reader

GENRE: friends to lovers au, smut

WORD COUNT: 4k

WARNINGS: pwp, repressed feelings, overuse of the word pretty (sorry not sorry), seonghwa is HUNG, cock drunk!reader, pussy drunk!seonghwa, mentions of anal, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, multiple creampies, backshots, squirting, dumbification, possessiveness, breeding kink, overstimulation

A/N: this has been long overdue, and i hope you guys like it! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

“There’s no way.”

Your incredulous snort makes Seonghwa pause. He whips his head in your direction, pretty frown pulling down the corners of his mouth. You keep laughing, keeling over until your loose nightshirt starts to hang off one of your shoulders. The way you’re falling over like he said something hilarious is starting to irritate him. Like really fucking bad.

When you finally stop laughing, you notice the deep scowl your friend is directing at you. Even as he's directing a scornful glare at you, he looks unfairly pretty. The thought makes you huff out one last weak laugh. “What? Don’t give me that look.”

His jaw flexes, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “You believed fucking Mingi when he said the same thing.”

Your nonchalant shrug makes Seonghwa’s eye twitch in annoyance. He’s not offended, not exactly. It’s just the slightest bit irritating that he’s literally in your room, on your bed, alone, and you still can’t think of him in a way he desperately wants you to.

“Because it’s obvious that Mingi knows what he’s doing. Like, you can tell he’s a beast in bed.”

“And what makes you think I’m not?”

It’s weird that he’s so insistent on getting you to believe him. Seonghwa usually doesn’t care about what anyone thinks since he claims to know himself the best, so other people’s opinions don’t really matter. Apparently, he isn’t too different from all the other guys you’ve met. It’s kind of cute.

“I just— Who cares?” You splutter, suddenly feeling flustered with how he’s staring at you so intently.

“Tell me why.”

You nearly recoil in shock at how assertive and dominant Seonghwa sounds. His tone and hard eyes makes something inside you flutter with desire. Taken aback by your own indecent reaction, you clear your throat and avert your eyes back to the paused sex scene out of a movie you can't remember the name of.

If you could go back in time and pick a different movie that hadn’t started this entire thing, you would.

“Fine.” You sigh, willing yourself to calm down. “I just think that most pretty boys aren’t able to fuck anyone stupid. That’s all—it’s nothing personal.”

Oh, but it is.

To Seonghwa, who had pictured you writhing and screaming from pleasure under him way too many times to be considered normal, it’s definitely personal.

“I could fuck you stupid.”

His words hang in the air heavily. You expect him to give you that pretty, nonchalant smile of his and tell you that he’s joking. But he doesn’t. In fact, Seonghwa is looking at you with an unmistakable heat and determination in his gaze that has you feeling like prey.

“Whatever.” You force yourself to choke out a laugh, mind already wandering to what it would be like to fuck such a pretty man.

Seonghwa seems unfazed by your dismissal. He stands up from your bed before kneeling at the edge in front of where you’re sitting. You let out a shocked yelp when he grabs your bare legs and yanks you toward him. His eyes are dark as he gazes up at you like he’s going to devour you.

The heat coming from his hands and just having him nestled between your legs makes your cunt throb. It’s embarrassing how fast you’re getting turned on, but you blame it on the fact that it has everything to do that Seonghwa is just so damn pretty.

“H-Hwa.” You actually fucking whimper, sounding completely needy.

“Gonna let me prove it?” He smirks, hands gently caressing your thighs that are unconsciously spreading for him.

“Fine.” You try to sound like you aren’t already soaking, horny mess. “You have to hurry, though. Sannie’s gonna be back soon.”

Seonghwa nearly growls at the mention of your clingy roommate. He trails his hands up the soft skin of your thighs and grips the edges on your panties. You let out a scandalized gasp when he literally rips them off of you. He throws them over his shoulder before flipping up your oversized shirt and exposing your hot cunt to the air.

His groan makes you clench around nothing. Before you can say anything, Seonghwa yanks you forward and smashes his face into your wet pussy. Any and all coherent thoughts are quickly ejected from your mind. You let out a small moan when you feel your friend’s tongue split through your folds, tasting you for the first time.

“Fuck.” Seonghwa moans into your cunt. “I knew you would taste good.”

His words make your brain turn into literal mush because what the fuck? Had he been thinking about what it would be like to eat you out? The mere thought has more juices spilling out of you. Your body’s reaction only spurs Seonghwa on, his hands gripping your thighs tighter and pulling you further on his mouth.

You toss your head back with a moan. All you can feel is his tongue plunging deep inside you. Every time his nose bumps against your throbbing clit, it sends jolt of pleasure up your spine.

“S-Shit, Hwa.” You whimper, hands falling to his messy hair.

Seonghwa smirks into your pussy when you start to tug on his hair. He hums against your leaking hole before latching onto your swollen nub and suckling on it with a lewd slurping sound. Your cries of pleasure sound like music to his ears, and it makes him more determined to have you begging and crying for his cock. Seonghwa is sure your moans would sound even prettier when he’s actually splitting you open with his dick.

“So good.” You mewl as he keeps sucking on your aching bud. “K-Keep doing that.”

Seonghwa starts to plant sloppy kisses on your glistening folds before dragging his tongue up your slit. He repeats the action a few times before he sucks your puffy clit back into his mouth. The sight of your face twisting in pleasure is a sight he’ll never forget. To see the object of his fantasies writhing and shaking from pleasure has his cock straining in his pants, eager to be stuffed into your cunt.

You start to grind your pussy into his face as he keeps licking and fucking you with his tongue. His ravenous movements are like that of a starved man, and soon you feel your abdomen tighten with the need to release.

“I-I think I’m gonna come.” You moan, surprised that he managed to get you so close to an orgasm in such a short amount of time.

Seonghwa groans into your sopping cunt. “Do it, baby. Come all over my tongue. Let me taste you.”

You gasp out his name as a wave of pleasure suddenly washes over you. The tight coil in your stomach snaps as your walls become impossibly tight. Your moan is loud and wanton as you squirt all over your friend’s face.

Seonghwa’s moan sounds animalistic as he presses his tongue flat against your entrance, collecting all your sweet juices and slurping you dry. He’s practically making out with your pussy until there’s none of your addicting cream left to lap up.

“Mhm, baby. You taste so fucking good.”

You’re a trembling mess as he plants gentle kisses on your inner thighs before standing up, your juices covering his chin. The sight of you all fucked out because of him, makes the desire in his gut get more intense.

“Sorry.” You huff out, mind a bit more clear when you see him licking his lips. “I-I’ve– that usually doesn’t happen.”

To be exact, it’s never happened.

“I’ll forgive you.” He sounds sweet as he starts to unbuckle his belt. Seonghwa pulls his shirt off before pulling his pants down until he’s left in only his underwear, impressive bulge standing out. “But only if you do it again—on my cock this time.”

You can’t be mad that he looks so smug because he’s just so fucking pretty. He becomes even more attractive after sliding his underwear off and letting his big cock slap against his lower abdomen. The large organ is intimidatingly long and thick as it throbs and leaks with precum. Your mouth waters, and you can’t be surprised that his cock is a pretty as he is.

Unfortunately, you don’t get to admire it for too long because Seonghwa grabs you and flips you around. You’re propped up on your elbows and knees to support your weight, large shirt bunching at your waist as he arches your back to the angle he wants.

Seonghwa licks his lips as he squeezes and caresses your ass, leaking cock throbbing at the pretty sight of you all ready to get fucked. This is way better than any of his fantasies, and he hopes that this is only the first time of many.

“Such a pretty ass. Maybe you’ll let me fuck it next time.” His sultry voice has you dripping in desperation. “But for now, let’s see how much you can handle, baby.”

A needy, pathetic mewl tumbles out of you as Seonghwa presses his oozing tip against your entrance. He rubs and taps it against your folds, enjoying how you’re desperately rutting your hips back. Just minutes ago you were adamant that he wasn’t capable of getting this sort of reaction.

Your mouth drops open in pleasure when he slowly eases his cock into you. “O-Oh, fuck.” Your moan is weak as your eyes slowly close.

Seonghwa looks down to where his fat cock is pushing into your tightness, stretching you wider than ever before and claiming your pretty cunt as his. The sight is mesmerising, and he can’t stop the deep moan he lets out from it. His cock throbs wildly as he finally bottoms out. You’re so hot and tight that he might actually blow his load before he even gets the chance to fuck you properly.

His cock is hitting your deepest spot, and you let out a wanton moan as you tightly grip your sheets. “Fuck me!”

A carnal desire takes over Seonghwa when he hears your needy cry. He’s never been able to deny you anything, and he doesn’t plan to start now. Immediately, he begins to pummel in and out of you, fucking your sopping cunt roughly. Obscene noises fill the room as his pelvis slams against your ass.

Seonghwa can’t take his eyes off your pretty little pussy and how it swallows his cock so perfectly. His heavy balls are being stained with your arousal as they slap against your puffy clit. He becomes more ravenous with every rough thrust.

“You’re already soaking my cock, baby. I fucking knew you wouldn’t be able to get enough.” He grunts as he grabs your hips, quickly growing obsessed with how you feel around him.

It's true, and you can't deny it. Not that you want to. His cock is stretching you out so good that you can’t think straight.

“So fucking good.” You mewl as you deepen your arch so he can fuck you deeper.

One of Seonghwa’s hands trails down your body to squeeze your ass while the other goes around your waist to rub your sensitive clit. He pounds into you harder, loving the cries and whimpers you’re letting out every time he fucks his cock into your juicy cunt. You’re throwing yourself back on him to meet his thrusts, loving how his big cock splits you open with every snap of his hips.

“Gonna ruin this sweet little pussy so only I fit.” Seonghwa growls, spanking your ass harshly.

His words make you clench on his cock and coat it with more of your cream. You whine and cry out for him, already feeling any thoughts that aren’t about his big dick being fucked out of you. His hips start to snap with a rough precision you claimed he wasn’t capable of, and you wonder how longer it’ll take him to realize that he already proved you wrong.

Seonghwa feels your cunt start to tighten around his cock like it doesn’t want to let go. With the way you’re starting to tremble, he can tell you’re close to falling apart. But he wants to see your face when you do. It’s the thing he’s wanted the most since he met you.

You cry out in protest when Seonghwa abruptly pulls out his hard cock of your pussy. Before you can beg him to put it back in, he’s flipping you on your back. He gently caresses your shaking thighs with a heated gaze. Then, he’s removing the big shirt you have on, dark eyes taking in every inch of your exposed body.

“Hwa.” You plead through a needy mewl. “Don’t tease.”

The look on your face makes his cock throb painfully. You look absolutely fucked out, and to think he hasn’t even made you come yet. Seonghwa licks his lips and teases your soaking entrance with his leaking tip. His smirk is deviant, but so hot that all you can do is buck your hips desperately. Unlike your initial thoughts, your friend doesn’t make you wait.

It’s satisfying how Seonghwa’s jaw snaps open as he watches your pretty pussy slowly get filled with his thick cock. The erotic sight drives him to start fucking into you again. He lets out a deep groan when he sees your cream coat his entire length as you squeeze him tighter than anyone ever has.

Pleasure consumes you and licks up your entire body as Seonghwa pounds his cock into your hot cunt. Your moans turn into loud cries that mix into the lewd squelching coming from where you two are connected when he presses your legs to your chest. The new position allows him to fuck into you deeper than before.

All coherent thoughts are slowly dissipating every time his cock pounds against your sweet spot. A carnal desire takes over and has you begging for more through broken whimpers. “Fuh-Fuck. Fill me up, Hwa.”

The moan Seonghwa lets out is as pretty as he is. Your wanton pleas trigger something primal inside of him, and he feels himself going feral at the thought of breeding you.

“You want my cum, baby?” He coos sweetly, heavy balls slapping against your ass in sync with your wanton moans.

It’s embarrassing how fast you nod, back arching as you feel a wave of pleasure start to consume you. His cock is throbbing inside you, and all you can think about is milking him for all that he’s worth. “Want it so bad!”

“Fuck.” Seonghwa sucks in a sharp breath. “Pretty little pussy’s so tight for me.”

Your filthy moans are quickly stifled when Seonghwa bends down to kiss you. His movements are passionate and desperate, teeth tugging at your bottom lips. It feels like your brain has turned into static with all the euphoric sensations consuming you. All you can focus on is his cock splitting you open and the sounds of your skin slapping against his.

When Seonghwa pulls back, he maintains eye contact. As you stare into his eyes, you can see that they’re filled with an emotion that goes beyond lust and arousal. It makes your heart pound for an entirely different reason. His gentle stare is a great contrast to the rough snap of his hips.

That affectionate look is all it takes for you to squirt all over your friend once again. Your cry is loud as you cover his abdomen with your orgasm.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Make a mess all over me.” Seonghwa moans as he watches you go dumb on his cock.

The sight of your pretty face slack with pleasure has him fucking into your cervix savagely. Your cunt is gripping his cock so tightly that it doesn’t take long for him to release his thick load inside you. His thrusts grow sloppy as he starts to fill you with ropes of cum. Your soppy cunt is overflowing with so much of his seed that it bubbles around the base of his cock and leaks down to your ass—a filthy sight Seonghwa will never forget.

You’re both panting as he slowly lets go of your legs. Seonghwa watches you carefully, but doesn’t make a move to pull out of you. He wants to keep you plugged and full of his cum, and by how you slowly wrap your legs around his waist, it seems like you feel the same way.

When you come back to your senses, you nervously lick your lips when you see Seonghwa’s smirk. “What?”

“You’re a squirter?” His words sound teasing.

“N-No.” You pant out, unsure of how to tell him he’s the only one capable of evoking such a reaction from your body.

Apparently, your friend only sees this as another one of your challenges. He caresses your soft thighs as a challenging look crosses his face.

“Do it again.”

Seonghwa starts to move again, his aching cock sliding against your walls with ease as he fucks his cum deeper inside you. He unhooks your legs from his waist so he can place them on his shoulders. From this angle he can see your filthy cunt being split open on his thick cock.

“I can’t.” You manage to moan out, loving how his dick drags against your velvety walls with precision. “God, Hwa. I-It’s too much.”

“You say that, but your pretty little pussy keeps squeezing my cock like it doesn’t want to let go.” He says as his thumb starts to rub slow circles on your throbbing clit. “I’m sure you can squirt for me again if I give you another load, hm?”

Seonghwa’s smirk is cocky when he feels your cunt tighten around him again. He loves how you don’t deny it. In fact, you whine out a quiet more as he continues to fuck you. His thumb is still stimulating your puffy bud as his hips snap into you. Clearly, your friend is enjoying fucking you to the point of delirium. You can’t complain because you’re enjoying it just as much.

“Tight little cunt was made to take my cock.” He grunts as his eyes start to roll to the back of his head.

You can’t fathom how it feels like he knows your body more than you do. His cock keeps ramming against your g-spot, and all you can do is let out moans and mewls of pleasure. You’re sure it won’t be long until you come again.

A ring of white cream surrounds the base of his cock and slowly drips down his balls and on to the sheets. Seonghwa knows you won’t ever be able to forget how good he’s fucked you, and he also knows that he’s potentially ruined you for any other man. Not that he would let you go after feeling your pussy.

“God, baby. Your sweet pussy’s already gonna make me come again.” Seonghwa groans, thrusts becoming tougher and sharper. “Gonna let me come inside again?”

“Yes!” You squeal, already gone dumb again. “Come inside me!”

The overstimulation has lewd and filthy sounds coming out of you, but you can’t help it. Especially not when you look down and see how his big cock is piercing into your tight cunt. You gasp and jolt as he continues to ram into you like you’re nothing more than a hole. Your legs start to tremble as your third orgasm abruptly hits you.

Like the two previous times, your toes curl as you uncontrollably squirt on his cock.

“Such a good girl.” Seonghwa praises you with his pretty smile. “Here’s your reward.”

He slams into you a few more time before he spills his thick seed inside you, filling you to the brim. Your eyes roll back as your pussy contracts around Seonghwa’s pulsing cock. The feeling of his hot cum filling your insides is so fucking good that all you can do is mewl his name weakly and pathetically. It feels like your mind is clouded with a euphoric haze preventing you from thinking straight.

Soon, Seonghwa pulls out of your creamy cunt, his cum dripping out of you and staining the sheets beneath you. His eyes darken at the sight of your sensitive folds covered with his seed. A low growl builds in his chest as he swoops down to smash his lips on to yours. You moan into his mouth as he parts your lips with his tongue to deepen the kiss.

When he pulls away from you, he gives you another lascivious smirk. “We’re not done yet, baby.”

It shouldn’t excite you this much that he’s not done. You’re literally dripping with his cum, but you still want more. His hard, throbbing cock is resting against your sloppy pussy, and you start to gyrate your hips to get him to fuck you again. Maybe you’re already addicted, but it doesn’t matter because Seonghwa seems to feel the exact same way.

A quiet moan rips from your throat when he starts to fuck his cock between your messy lips. You cry out from the sensation, still sensitive from the other orgasms he’s ripped out of you. Slowly and teasingly, Seonghwa drags the tip of his fat cock down to your entrance, moaning when more of his cum seeps out of you. The sight is something he’ll never forget and always try to recreate.

The noises you let out are so cute and needy that they make his cock throb painfully. Seonghwa slowly eases into you for a third time, base of his heavy cock touching your core and big balls resting against your ass. Your pussy is pulsing around him as you leak with your mixed releases.

You can feel Seonghwa’s cock so deep inside you that it’s dizzying and almost comparible to being drunk. Vaguely, you think this is what it must be like to be cockdrunk.

“So fucking pretty. All for me.” Seonghwa groans hotly.

The breath is almost knocked out of you as he drags his dick back before ramming it back into the depths of your wet pussy. He begins to pound into you, the sound of skin on skin quickly filling the room.

Seonghwa stares down at your pretty face while he fucks you into oblivion, making sure to memorize every aspect. From the way your eyes roll into your skull when he spears his big cock into you to how your jaw falls slack so quickly. It’s all for him, and he knows he wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.

“S-Seonghwa!” You squeal, toes curling and limbs starting to tremble.

The familiar sensation gets worse as your friend continues to fuck into your guts, stroking your walls with his thick cock. He’s slamming into your sweet spot with a savage like pace that you know it won’t be long before you fall apart again.

“That’s it, baby. Cream all over my cock.” Seonghwa groans as you mewl at his filthy words.

As if his voice and words are a trigger, your body starts to react. His harsh thrusts make you start to convulse, effectively soaking his cock. As if it’s all you’re capable of giving him, you weakly come on his aching dick with a choked moan. Your tits are bouncing with every thrust, body twitching as Seonghwa roughly fucks you through your orgasm.

“Want your cum.” You mewl, and Seonghwa simply begins to fuck you quicker.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna pump you full until you’re leaking with my cum for days.” Seonghwa promises through possessive growls as he sloppily fucks into your soiled cunt.

Seonghwa suddenly stills deep inside your pussy, spilling his hot seed inside of you. Thick, white ropes of cum paint your walls until it leaves his cock dripping. He nearly slumps on top of you, but then he rolls over and onto his back, taking you with him. His cock stays inside you, keeping you plugged with his many loads.

“How are you feeling?” The soft voice you recognize is back as Seonghwa gently caresses your naked back.

You sigh into his neck, feeling completely sated. “Full.”

His pretty laugh makes you smile, and you can’t help but think that Mingi was right when he told you that thing about pretty boys.

♡ 𝐌𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐇𝐰𝐚 ♡

【Synopsis】 : You haven't seen your friends in years given you had been overseas studying. Now that you're back, you've noticed how much they've all grown. And what better to celebrate your return than an innocent party.

『Word count』 : 6.66k

-> Genre: Smut. Dark Romance.   

Pairing: Childhood friends!SanHwa x Female!Reader

[Warnings] : Swearing. Alcohol. Cnc themes. Dark themes. Mentions of Fucking in the woods. Mention of rough sex and wanting to be manhandled. Predator/Prey Play. Rough play. Name calling. Pet names, bunny Doll.. Slight dubcon. Strangers-friends-lovers?? Mention of unprotected sex. Photographs. Mention of Mingi and the others joining in. Wearing masks during sexual activities. Pervi mingi, hehe. Breast play. Dirty talk.

Note: Thank you, my darling @itsnotmydejavu , for reading this and giving me some feedback, hehe. Couldn't do it without your help.♡♡

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The party was loud and crazy. Not your type of scene at all. But your best friend, Yunho, threw it to celebrate him and his dance crew winning their first competition and, of course, celebrate you finally coming home. At first, you pleaded with Yunho, not wanting to have the attention put on you, so this was the best alternative.

A joint celebration.

Getting ready for this stupid party got you anxious beyond knowing. It had been years since you’d seen them. You were close with all of them as you all basically grew up together in your teen years. But when you went to college overseas for a couple of years. It was like meeting different people when you had graduated and came back home. They had all grown so much, and since you were out of the country, it was hard to keep in contact with all of them. All of them except Yunho, who even flew over a couple of times to see you.

But you were back now and hanging out with eight grown-ass men that still act like children has become increasingly hard. Most of them act as if nothing changed and as if you weren’t gone for over six years. But then there was Seonghwa and San. They were different. Not in a bad way, of course, but still… strange. It's like they were more touchy. San’s hand would linger longer on your lower back when you were all out heading to a restaurant when you first got back. Or when you were over at Yunho’s place getting ready for said night and you couldn’t get your dress zipped up, and luckily Seonghwa just happened to walk past Yunho’s room and spot you struggling.

His finger gazed over your long back tattoo you had gotten while away, whispering so softly that it was beautiful and how it suited you. For a moment, you swore he was going to zip it down instead of up just so he could get a peek at your soft plump ass. Cause you see both San and Seonghwa liked you—a lot. Ever since you were teens, both men had a crush on you. They loved spending time with you, listening to you laugh, and they loved how you were always comfortable around them. Freely snuggling, late-night chats. 

But they needed more. 

San used to sneak into Seonghwa’s room and chat about all the filthy things they thought of about you. And god, the shyness you had just made them know that if they were to say those things aloud, you would certainly freak. No, they were both under the assumption you were too innocent to know how much you affected them. You tortured them. Like the way you cuddled up to San on his couch, acting all sweet with your tits pressed firmly against his side and your head resting on his chest while you watched movies. Or when you had asked Seonghwa to spoon you sometimes cause you were stressing about work and your soft ass would be pressed so nicely against his lap. Just inches away from his aching hard cock.

Oh, the way he would imagine shoving his cock between your thighs fucking them roughly. San would continue saying he sometimes pictures coming deep inside your pussy, claiming you as his. Both of them were drugged on the idea of you. And as years went by and you disappeared for six years, it broke them. All the others went on to dating and enjoying life but the two of them were stuck on you. Like they were unable to move on from you. 

And then you came back. You were just as beautiful. More even, as the day you left. You were a grown woman with lustful desires. And they were just the men to help you.

They got their friends to help them get out of the friend zone, getting plenty of suggestions for cute dates and lovey-dovey confessions. But San came up with an idea that Seonghwa knew would be even more perfect than their friend's proposals. Now, all they needed to do was play their cards right, or risk ruining their friendship and / or coming off as a creep.

“Come on, yuyu, I already agreed to this party. What more do you want.” You laughed, sipping on your drink that Wooyoung had fixed for you. It was just you, Wooyoung, and Yunho sitting on the couch in the boy's house. Yunho was trying to get any gossip out of you about your life away, but you really had nothing to say. And then he asked about any special someones. “I’m not about to let you play matchmaker. Last time you tried, you set me up with a skittish boy.” It wasn’t like that poor boy wasn’t nice at all, but he just wasn’t exactly your type.

“Oh, so who would you prefer? Mingi or San, perhaps? Oh, what about Seonghwa,” Wooyoung chuckled, entering into the lounge with a tray of snacks. Your face became flustered all too quickly, hearing Wooyoung call out a bundle of his friends' names, but who really caught your attention was San and Seonghwa. They were both so sweet, like true gentlemen, and they were very attractive, but there was always something missing.

“I mean… They are hot and all.” You trailed off feeling a wave of embarrassment. You’ve never been one to talk about your love life, especially to your friends. You looked briefly around the room, staring at the hallway for a moment, making sure there was no one else in the room. But little did you know Seonghwa and San were in the kitchen getting their own drinks to come and join you. They had asked Wooyoung to slip in the idea of the two, curious of what your answer might be. They had both realized you had never really called them attractive before, let alone something like hot. San gave the other man a surprised expression at the sheer thought of them being good-looking in your eyes. Like a hint of pride burned in their chests. But something got stronger... A feeling... a worried feeling.

“I think there’s a but…” Seonghwa whispered to the younger male.

“I just… I don’t really know..” You rubbed your thumb against the cold glass.

“Let me guess,” Wooyoung tucked his feet under his ass before taking a quick sip of what you assumed to be Soju with some strawberry soda mixed with it. “You are worried they are gonna be too much for you.…” His words made you spit out your drink. 

Then Yunho continued, “They probably want to fuck you like a whore.” Yunho cackled making you slap his shoulder almost making him spill his drink. You felt so embarrassed but it wasn’t because you were worried they’d fuck you like a slut. You were worried you’d like it too much if they did. So you had to correct them. 

“They are sweet guys. Gentlemen. They wouldn’t do such a t-thing.” 

“No, no, I get it.” Wooyoung chimed in, wiping his tears from the corner of his eyes from laughing too hard. Frustration built up in the men that stood in the kitchen, San even going as far as mouthing ‘what the fuck’ to Seonghwa as he began to pace around the room. That was the ultimate reason you never really showed them they had a chance. You thought neither of them could fuck you properly? They were too nice for you? All this time hiding their secret desires from you, being too worried they’d scare you off cause you were such a shy little thing. They never even thought that you were just as sex depraved as them?

Seonghwa and San decided to sneak back to Hwa’s room in order to complete their plan now that they know about your secret desire to be fucked like a bitch in heat. They were going to have fun and this party was going to be the perfect cover for their sinister plan.

-

So this brings you back to the present. Wandering through crowds of people dressed in various stage outfits the boys had performed in. Most of them dressed at these people called "evil ones" or as fans started to call them "halateez." The clothing was cool, Gothic cyberpunk. Something you've never really worn before. You decided on one of their more light-hearted dance costumes. It was during when they first started doing competitions, and someone had suggested white outfits for one of their performances, and luckily, they all agreed. So here you were in bunny ears like Seonghwa had and a white knee-length poofy dress with a sweetheart neckline, and instead of a silver puffer jacket you opted for a silver shall.

To say you stick out like a sore thumb was an understatement.

But you tried to enjoy yourself nonetheless. Wooyoung had dared you to sleep with someone, and you now being a full-grown adult able to make perfectly reasonable decisions, of course, took up Wooyoung’s stupid bet even though you were freaking out about it. This wasn’t something you would normally do. No, you are someone to stay home, cuddle up with your favourite plushie as you friend the filthy dark fantasies no one knew about. But here you are, scanning your eyes around the first floor of the house from just standing in the doorway of the lounge room, looking to see if anyone caught your eye and let's get this straight, proving Wooyoung wrong was something you too great pride in...

The whole house was open and lively. The large living room had all its furniture against the wall, making room for a dance floor and table with a huge speaker set, blasting loud music.

You had to shake your head at the fact you were actually contemplating Wooyoung’s stupid idea. The said man and one of his friends found you. They linked their arms with yours, leading you down the hallway to the kitchen where your best friend and host, Yunho, was hanging out. He was dressed like a pirate—completed with a hat and sword— and held himself with the confidence of one. You took in all the other boys, seeing all their various spectator costumes. Hugging each of them, you notice Mingi and his open vest outfit with big round shades on the top of his head. He finished his fit with a cane. Kinda making him look like a sexy version of Willy Wonka.

"Where's San and Hwa?" You asked, well half-shouted in Mingi's ear as they all went back to chatting amongst themselves. The only two boys that weren't present were the two you were hoping to see. You had to brace a hand on Mingi's shoulder, going up on tiptoes to make sure he heard you.

Mingi just smirked at you while you leaned in close to him. He gazes down your body as you speak, letting him see perfectly down the dress you're wearing. "They seem to be running late, Princess. Something about missing a part of their costumes." Mingi answered sweetly, turning his head so his jaw rubbed against the soft skin of your cheek, making you hum slightly, all the while he eyed your plump chest without being too obvious about it of course.

Your whole body shuddered at the feeling of Mingi so close to you. His hand snaked around your waist so he could support you up. You tried to ignore the rush of thrill he managed to send through your body. Opting to pull away and pout at him for what he said. Trying to shake any lusting thoughts that started to appear. "Damn, who's going to look after my purse while I dance then?" 

You hummed, holding your purse tightly in your grasp as you gestured to your dress not to be very accommodating for your little purse and phone since there were no pockets. Mingi had to sigh, letting his eyes now freely rake down your body. Taking in your outfit that besides being a knee-high dress, it matched Seonghwa's stage outfit to a tea. He was kind of jealous that you dressed like one of his members instead of him.

You could tell Mingi was bluntly checking you out, playing it off like he was just simply looking at you. Redness appeared slightly on your cheeks, feeling a sense of pride mixed with shyness. The beefcake of a man grabbed your stuff before you could say anything else; 

“I’ll look after it, princess. Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” He gave you a charming smile watching him slip your stuff into his large pant pockets before zipping it up, making sure it wouldn’t slip out. You murmured a little flustered thank you having no idea how Mingi could have possibly heard it over the music, but your hand on his chest let you feel the little hum he made, making you know he heard you. And for just a moment, it lingered. Your bodies close to one another. Mingi smelt like fresh pine, musk, and wine. The scent etching in the back of your brain making you dizzy. You needed to pull away from him now before you do something stupid.

“I-I’m going to go find the others now.” Your eyes caught his in an intense gaze, making you feel hot and bothered. A smirk curved on his full lips while his tongue poked out to trace them ever so slightly. You hadn’t realized you were fixated on them until someone shouted, getting your attention.

“Have fun, princess. If you ever need something, come find me.” He brought your face only inches away from his so he could whisper in your ear, making sure to linger there for a moment before letting you go entirely. 

-

After you left, most of the other boys flaked, heading to the dance floor or to mingle with whoever else was invited. Mingi and Yunho, on the other hand, stayed in the kitchen, watching all the chaos unfold as they took another round of shots together. That was when San and Seonghwa finally showed up, walking swiftly through the halls towards the other men. Mingi had kept his eyes on you the whole time, seeing you were now standing and chatting with some old high school friends near the dance floor. His stare dragged from your ass to finally look at the men of the hour, seeing San and Seonghwa were definitely dressed to impress.

“You’re girl is already here.” He said while Yunho nodded in confirmation, pointing in your direction so the two men who were dressed head to toe in black tackle wear, and scream masks hanging off their belts could take a look at you. Both Seonghwa and San glanced in your direction, seeing the outfit you were wearing. The way the bottom hem of your dress was fluttering while you swayed side to side, clearly deep into whatever conversation you were having. And the way you were dressed looking like Seonghwa’s stage fit in particular got Hwa’s cock thickening in his pants. He wanted to bend you over where you stood and shove his cock deep in your pussy, claiming you for everyone to see while you squealed and squirmed under him. See if you call him a gentleman after that.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Both men turned back to Mingi, who held out a phone for him. “She gave me this to hold on to,” He explained and for a moment, jealousy brewed in both San and Seonghwa for a moment at the thought of you letting anyone but them hold onto your things. Mingi could sense the shift in their eyes, only smirking at the thought of successfully getting under their skin. And the worst thing out of it all, the two men weren’t oblivious to the way their friend looked at you. Heck, they all looked at you just the same. Seonghwa and San had planned to get to the party before you to ensure the others didn’t get any ideas towards you. But deep down they knew, none of them would encourage you or give you any offer you wouldn’t like.

“I’ll be taking that.” San grabbed the phone before slipping it into his large pant pocket by his knee. All the boys then gazed back in your direction, spotting you were now dancing with some random people you most likely knew from school. Both men got a better look at your outfit this time. How soft and shiny the material of your flowy dress was that sat beautifully on your body. How your breasts swelled at the top, or how your ass was perfect enough to grab. 

The cherry on top was how your legs looked, plump thighs on display for everyone to see. When you twirled again both San and Seonghwa watched the way your tits jiggled with every move you took, and bit back a groan at the realization you weren’t wearing a bra or you were wearing a loose-fitting one. They wondered if you were wearing panties under that pretty dress too. They wondered if you were dancing with the fear of flashing your pussy to every guy in the room with each twist of your hips. What a fucking slut, San thought, sexual frustration and affection creating an intoxicating haze in his mind. The urge to make you his slut was almost overwhelming.

“She’s needy tonight, by the way,” Mingi’s words caught the attention of the men. Mingi then glanced quickly around the room, making sure no one was eavesdropping, noting Yunho had gone to get refills. “She was practically ready to kiss me before shying away and running off to the dance floor.” Mingi then chuckled, seeing the shock on their faces, getting up from the bar stool he was sitting on so he could pat their shoulders. “You gonna be, you know, able to woo her? She’s not gonna come quietly or rather confidently.”

Both San and Seonghwa smirked, not letting themselves be anything less than self-assured that you’d end the night begging them to let you out of the friend zone. They were going to make it their mission to get you outta your shell and make you confess your deepest, darkest secrets. Neither of them could wait any longer to watch you come apart on each of their cocks, bent over with your face down and ass up while one pounded your pussy. And then pining you so the other can fuck your mouth until you were crying through your release. Although San and Seonghwa have clued in their friends to their plan to fuck you, they hadn’t told the extent of the rough plan they had to completely ruin you for any other man.

“Oh don’t worry, we have a plan,” Seonghwa answered confidently, flicking his gaze at San with a knowing expression.

“Why, you want a piece of her or something, Min?” San cocked his brow, making Mingi give his friend a long firm look, trying to work out if the question was a trap or not. But he just shrugged, downing the last of his drink as if to say he’d fuck around and find out.

“Hey, man I’d be more happy to dick her down.” He said smugly. “But you know you probably gotta take what’s yours first before you go around offering.” Mingi shot a cheeky look before disappearing into the crowd without another word.

-

You started to feel a sense of loneliness filling your emotions as you too amongst sweaty bodies and loud beats of music. you had explored the second floor and most of the rooms on the first, but you could seem to find San or Seonghwa. You were starting to think they weren’t going to show. You had to shake your head in embarrassment thinking about what if Wooyoung spilled the beans about your stupid plan to seduce them. Let's face it you weren’t cut out with all this flirting and wooing and blah blah. You weren’t cut out for anything, but your alone time.

You turned to look back into the kitchen to see if any of the boys were still there, but then an overwhelming presence caught your attention that loomed against the wall of the large hallway. Your breath hitched seeing the two very tall men standing out in the crowd. Even though you couldn’t see either of their eyes, you knew their intense gaze was on you. They were both dressed the same head to toe, and their ghostface masks matched except one was the original mask, and the other was a shiny red style. Your eyes trailed down, finding their t-shirts were tucked into black cargo pants that hung low on their trimmed waist, the bottom of their pants both disappearing into black combat boots.

You shook your head, trying to shake the idea of any other men other than the ones you wanted. So you turned and almost blotted towards the garden, hoping to see if the boys were there. The two men looked at one another, knowing they both had a confused expression. This was going to be harder than they expected. The shyness was going to be harder to crack than they thought.

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Standing out on the patio, you see partygoers dancing and cheering on the deck. Your eyes once again met one of the masked men. And even though their faces were covered, you knew their gazes were constantly fixated on you. There was no doubt they were grinning like Cheshire cats. You needed to know who these two men were. But more importantly, needed to get away from the loudness. You noticed the fire pit down the small hill of the back yard, and if you stretched your stare further, it led to forestry. a forest that just so happened to have a clubhouse you and your friends built way back when. No one knows about it other than the boys and you.

I wonder if it's still up? You thought, quickly forgetting about the two men that you have been coincidentally running into the past hour, but yet neither of them made a move to talk to you. You noticed fewer people milling about the further you walked. Some still circled around the fire pit while others were making out behind oak trees. You ignored them all, heading down the slow-sloping grass hill. The sound of the party and the thumping ear-bashing bass grew distant the further you walked. 

Once at the edge of the trees, you dug your heels into the soft earth so you would stop yourself for a moment. A strange feeling circled you at the thought you were being watched. Looking around, you saw nothing, which in toe, made your gut twist further. You looked back at the house and spotted Mingi standing on the deck, leaning on the wooden railing while smoking a cigarette. Though It was too far to tell exactly, you had a feeling Mingi had been watching you the entire time. It doesn’t appear to ease the jitters in your gut thought, but you decide to keep going, shaking the walking red flag that seemed to loom over your body. For some reason, you had become desperate to see the old little clubhouse. See if it’s still standing. Maybe it was nostalgia or just the alcohol running through your veins. Whatever it might be, you pushed past the feeling of having eyes on your back as you finally spotted the old rustic tree house you came all this way out for. 

Opening the latch with a little tug, you managed to climb the wonky stairs that led into the old oak cabin-like structure. It was built around the trunk of a large old elm tree, so the trunk went straight through the ‘living room’ as you and the boys called it. The rusty creak of the door catches your attention, and your heart jumps out of your chest suddenly spinning back to where the gate is. “I’m losing my mind...” You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. Maybe you shouldn't have had those shots of soju with Yeosang before heading down here.

“I wouldn’t sell yourself short their sugarcube.” Your head snapped in the direction of the voice, and if it wasn’t for the full moonlight shining through the plastic-covered windows, you wouldn’t have seen the man who owned the said voice. He was one of the men wearing the Ghostface masks. Unlike the other male who wore the traditional one, he wore a red one with little devil horns on the top. 

“W-Who are you.” The two men had been following you all night, and it's only now come to your attention that they were the eyes you felt while you walked through the woods. They had followed you here. To sacred ground. You and your friends hide away from the real world. But what really started to cloud your mind was the fact you couldn’t help but notice his voice. Without the loud music and wasted people around you, crashing into you every time you moved. You sensed a hint of familiarity. You tilted your head to the side as you gazed at his full figure. Now that you thought about it, his whole demeanour was familiar. 

“Pick a safe word.” you were starting to wonder where the other man might have been given these two had seemly always travelled in pairs from your knowledge. And though his voice startled you, you were not surprised to hear it.

“What?” You replied to the white Ghostface.

“Pick a safe word, bunny. And whatever we do stops the moment you use it.” he urged this time, a thread of desperation in his tone. You felt your head spin at his tone, wondering just how you managed to end up in some kind of dark fantasy of yours. Not that you were complaining. His voice began to bug your brain, too. You knew you recognized it, but you just weren’t sure who it belonged to. But your curiosity was officially piqued, and even though you were throwing caution out the window. You knew if there was any true danger and you no longer wanted to do anything, Mingi would most likely stay on the patio until you showed up again, so he would come running if you screamed loud enough.

“Purple.” You murmured in a short hum.

His shoulders relaxed and you could hear the grin in his voice as the red ghost face replied, “Purple, it is sugarcube.” He held his black-gloved hand out to you.

For a moment, you just looked at it. Your eyes trailed up his muscled arm to the devilish ghost face mask and then over his shoulder to the pitch-black woods beyond the window. You weren’t sure what he had planned for you, but the way your cunt began to leak at the thought of being fucked in your high school hangout had you thinking about bad decisions. As you come face to face with a red ghost face mask you slowly let out a shaky breath, feeling his body heat consume you. Maybe you should be scared. Maybe you should just use the safe word or try and run back to the party and forget about everything. But with their sinful aura and their lingering words, you pressed closer, “A-are you two gonna fuck me hard enough to make me scream. Sirs.”

“Oh, Bunny.” The white ghost face man growled, tugging your waist from behind until you were turned around, facing him. He slowly walked you back until you were pressed firmly against the thick tree trunk. Your shall luckily protected your shoulders from the itchy bark and with a rough grip on your thigh, he lifted one of your legs up to hook around his waist, stepping in between them, successfully pinning you to the tree. You could feel the man's massive bulge in his pants against your dripping core. You shivered at the feel of him, wondering for the first time whether you had really, in fact, lost your mind. “we’re gonna fuck you until you scream your throat raw.”

With that lustful whisper hanging in the air, your mind went blank. The red ghost face reached down and shoved your poofy dress up so it could sit around your hips, showing off your frilly black panties with a cute little bow on the front. This adorable piece of fabric was the only thing protecting your sweet pussy from these two very large men’s eyes. The white ghost let out a deep, sadistic growl at the sight, while red whistled, “Fuck sugarcube, ain’t these the cutest darn things.” He muttered, his black-gloved fingers tracing the side of the garment. In a quick movement, he twisted his fingers around the fabric and, with a sharp yank, he easily ripped it away from your body. “Too bad I had to do that.”

A harsh gasp was pulled from your lips and you jerked in red’s arms at the feel of your panties being ripped off you. No one had ever done that to you before and it made your mind a little hazy. You could feel a warmth drip down between your thighs. Good god you’re enjoying this a little too much. The man pulled your ruined panties away from your body, the fabric clinging obscenely to your soaking wet cunt. You could suddenly feel the cool night breeze against your most sensitive area, making you whine. Goosebumps raising all over your body sweet painful chill played against your drenched pussy and slick thighs, highlighting exactly how messy you were already to the world... pathetic really.

Not a moment after, the whine from the cold air changed to one of pleasure as you felt white this time, sliding his gloved fingers between your folds, pushing lightly against your clit. You couldn't help but buck your hips at the feeling, trying desperately to get his fingers inside you. You were so wet and needy already, feeling woefully empty, every nerve in your body demanding you be filled and fucked by the men caging you against the tree.

“Such a needy fucking thing,” Red, or was that white? Gritted his teeth like he was clenching his jaw. Whites fingers pinch your clit making you cry. He couldn't get enough in his sight if only he didn't have this fucking mask on. they both craved the way your body responded to them, their sweet little friend, practicality begging for them to fuck you. "She's so fucking wet and warm. it's like this pretty cunt is just begging for our cocks, isn't that right bunny?"

“fuck, yes, please,” you answered on an exhale, your voice high-pitched and shaky with need. “Need you both, please.” You tried to reach between your bodies and tug on White's belt to slide it open, but he batted your hands away, making red laugh.

The red ghost face gripped your face in his hand while the other teased the top hem of your dress. he brought his masked face close to yours like he was getting an up-close look at your expression. “I don't think you sound nearly as desperate enough just yet for either of our cocks, hmm?" you could basically hear the sharp grin in his voice.

A large hand is placed upon your chest, making you hold your breath. You can feel the heat radiating from just a simple touch. You swallowed thickly as Red gripped the front of your dress, pushing white away so he could pull you off the tree and tug you towards the floor. You can’t help but cry out as you land onto one of the old long floor cushions in the clubhouse. He’s so lucky it was there otherwise this entire thing would be over. You blow out a huff of air as you look at both men with a devious smirk. You can feel how intense both of their gazes are. Looking you up and down and taking everything in. If this is how they want to play, then….

“If I knew this was how my night was going to end. I would have spoken to you two sooner.” You giggled, opening your legs, your dress hiked up your thighs to reveal yourself slightly on accident. But both men growled either way…

Red quickly dropped down to you a little too eagerly. His hand placed firmly on your navel, pushing a small amount of pressure. The touch itself left you breathless. White joins your side, and his hands are quick to your breasts. You grab his wrist, a little hesitant. You meet his gaze under the mask, and he waits for you. Biting your lip, thinking, and wondering, you venture and guide his hand under your dress to your bare breast. You hear White shakily breathe out a quiet ‘fuck’ which goes straight to your gut. He flicks a thumb over your nipples before giving your breast a firm squeeze. 

You whine softly as two fingers easily slip into your slick cunt. By instinct or just by pure need, you go to close your legs in order to gain friction but a strong hand on your inner thigh stopped that. Giving you a light tap to keep them open. You find yourself breathing heavily and lost in thought. God is this really happening? You thought, arching your back upwards. 

The white ghost-faced man pulled your dress down from your breast, revealing them to the cold air. Your nipples harden and white runs his thumb over them again, fixated on the way your body responds to his delicate touch. If only you could kiss him, see who was exactly gifting you the pleasure from your fantasy. You felt a slight guilt twinge inside you, swearing at yourself for imagining your friends, Seonghwa and San. Would they ever do this to do? That was the thought that mixed with flashes of their face as white leaned closer to you, letting his mask almost touch your cheek. You reach out for the mask on the man’s face, your hand shaking from Red’s fingers fucking into you at a slow but brutal pace. But white’s hand comes flying up and grabs your wrist, moving your hand back away.

“Not now, bunny,” He chuckles lightly. His voice was so familiar, but it was becoming very hard to concentrate when a third finger was added amongst the others. The stretch has feeling dizzy, but with how wet you are, it’s an easy fit.

Your protest died on your lips as he let go of your wrist. You felt Red shift your legs up to his waist so he could dig something out of his pocket with his free hand, "I think we should record this, don't you?" he asked, but not to you, no, he asked his friend that was sitting so patiently next to the two of you. Your pleasure-filled brain was too far gone to understand his meaning either way. Not until you heard the flicking of a camera sound and a flash being turned on. The bright light shone in your eyes for a second before he moved it down your body to where his glove-covered fingers were still, deep inside your pussy. Awareness shot through your nerves at the realization he was taking a video of what he was doing to you. It also occurred to you that you could very well use your safe word right now, but as you looked down to see his fingers playing with your cunt for the camera, it felt hot. 

He could see the way your clit throbbed in pleasure and the was your clench around nothing. You never knew you’d be into being recorded but here you are, feeling a sense of desire from just being on display for these two men. You rolled your hips for him, watching how his shoulders visibly shifted with a groan following. He watched intensely through the phone alone with white as his fingers slid in and out of your soaked hole. “God, I’m gonna save this so we can watch it over and over again.” He punctuated his words with short, quick thrusts of his finger, making you cry out.

“Please,” you begged wanting to feel stretched out by their cocks already, but unable to form the words as Red fucked you. It was so good but not nearly enough, and yet, you could feel an orgasm building slowly in your gut. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, Bunny,” White groaned, watching Red fuck you harder with his fingers. “Can you hear the sounds of your pussy from here.” he laughed, leaning over to grab the camera off Red so he could continue recording while Red used his now free hand to circle your clit while he continued to assault your hole. You could feel a sense of humiliation mixing with the blissfulness of pleasure Red was giving you as your body told him exactly how turned on you were. Even with your heart pounding in your chest and both men’s harsh breathing in their masks, you could still hear the lewd sounds that came from fingers pumping in and out of you.

He fucked you faster. The sounds only grew louder with your moans as each thrust sent your mind into a day a daze. His palm slapped against your wet folds, and the tip of his thumb rubbed your clit with a sharp tug. “More, please,” you begged breaking into a sob, feeling tears pool against the corners of your eyes.

“Mmm, that’s it Doll, beg for me,” Red growled, shoving his fingers out of you to give your pussy a harsh slap before plunging his fingers back inside you. You choked out a ragged moan as your head thrashed side to side against the old cushion with your hips writhing against his body.

“Please. I’m gonna cum. Please, I need it so badly.” you chanted, begging. You could feel yourself hurtling toward the edge, you just needed a little more. But a little push. Red seemed to know exactly what you needed and when he whistled over his friend, that’s when you felt a hand cover your eyes and then a wet sensation met your nipples. It was white's mouth, suckling on your tit with a sharp inhale. Your back arched at the feeling followed by the most degraded sound you’d ever heard left your own lips.

“Good girl, take my fingers. Come all a strangers fingers,” He praised, his voice raspy and muffled through the mask. “Need to stretch you out so you’re ready for our cocks,” He continued with a sly giggle. The way he was so consumed with your body was almost insane. Something about the way he said the word ‘stranger’ had alarm bells going off in your head, but they were so distant with your mind too consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. You were too focused on chasing your release, a whine rising in your throat as your arms braced against the man next to you as you fucked yourself on his fingers. You were so close. Pushing against white more, tugging on his bicep, you felt his hand slipping from your face. The alarm bells that were going off before were even louder now, trying to warn you about something. About them? With fumbling, eager hands, you curled your fingers around the edges of white's shirt before tugging one last time. His hand slipped completely off your eyes, what you were faced with left a loud, sharp gasp to leave your lips.

”Seonghwa!? San?!”

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🕷️ SUMMARY - In every universe, Peter Parker seems destined to fall in love with you. And, in every universe, he realizes it too late. When universes collide and two of them are granted a second chance at rectifying their biggest mistake, neither of them are willing to let the opportunity go to waste–even if you end up not being the person they thought you were.

🕸️ WARNINGS - story will contain mentions of blood, broken bones, weapons, suggestive language, and more. all versions of peter are between the ages of 19-23 in this story. I will try to update warnings accordingly for each chapter, but please read at your own discretion

PART ONE // back at the beginning

PART TWO // crullers & constants