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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: after giving birth and getting bored at home, you come back to work. nothing has changed, except the pair of eyes that look at you in a different light in the corner of the room. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: choi jongho x f!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: singlemother!reader, pervy!jongho, needy!reader, dom!jongho 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: milf!reader, breastplay, oral fixation, breastfeeding (LIKE TWO DROPS BEAR WITH ME), dry humping

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none? 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this was so NOT inspired by a crazy reddit post i saw on tiktok lmao, also reader is not necessarily big boobed just imagine whatever u want

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

***

being pregnant is hard. giving birth is harder. raising an actual pocket sized human was supposed to be the hardest. yet there she is, your own child, sleeping in her crib without a single care in the world. it's been weeks since you gave birth now, and you don't know what you're doing right, but this baby might be the calmest baby in the world. almost always asleep, and when awake, laughing her ass off until she tires herself to sleep again.

frankly, you are bored. you were ready for crying, screaming, projectile fluids, messes, and whatnot. however, this child appears to be toying with you. it laughs in your face, almost as if mocking you for having to stay at home. besides sleeping, she eats quite well. your breasts are beginning to feel sensitive, but you're not complaining just yet, in case it gets worse.

"mom, i want to-" you start speaking one day, switching channels on the tv as the baby naps on your chest.

"hush! you're gonna wake her up!" the woman on the other couch whisper-yells at you.

"you did not just say that. she's passed out, look at her!" you gently pat her back, seeking a reaction. but when she only exhales in her sleep, you look at your mother with a raised eyebrow. "see? like a little drunkie."

"fine, fine. whatever. what did you want to say?"

"i want to go back to work."

"absolutely not."

"why not?!"

"you just had a baby!"

"yeah, weeks ago!"

the woman sighs, slapping her hands on her thighs in disbelief. "are you crazy?"

rolling your eyes, you sit up straight, picking the baby up and placing her on the blanket on the couch. she yawns in her sleep, and her small hands reach out to search for anything to grab on for comfort. she finds the ends of your sleeves, squeezing the fabric between her chubby fingers before dozing off again.

"mom, i honestly don't know what to do with myself anymore. i cleaned the house so many times for the past few weeks, as if i committed a crime and am trying to erase all the evidence. i have no desire for any hobbies or sports, i just want to go back to work. could you watch her for a few hours every now and then? it's not like it's every day."

just in time, your father enters the living room. seeing that he has helped himself to a bottle of beer your ex has left in the basement, you can't help but laugh.

"what is it?" he asks, noticing the difference in the energy of the room.

"your daughter wants to go back to work."

"oh, my! congratulati-"

"no! you're not supposed to be on her side." your mother slaps his shoulder, causing him to frown at her and gently push her off with that same shoulder.

"come on, mary. she's gonna die of boredom. besides, i'm sure she can adjust her schedule and shorten her working hours?"

you nod, feeling grateful that at least someone understands you. you don't give your mother a chance to protest, you wouldn't listen to her anyway. your fingers are already dialing the company, notifying them of your return.

***

your makeup and hair station awaits you just like you left it: the silly polaroids still taped on the corners of it, along with random bows and flowers. a small bouquet of fresh flowers awaits you, with an attached note and a baby store gift card.

𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽, 𝔀𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾!

𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼,

𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓮𝔃

soon after, you are bombarded with hugs and questions, first from the members then the staff.

"wow, i can't believe a whole baby came out of you! that's so weird."

wooyoung earns himself a smack to the back of his head for that, hongjoong and seonghwa looking at him disapprovingly. "you can't say that, you dumbass."

"what? that's incredible! did it hurt?"

"wooyoung, don't be so-"

"oh, it's fine. let him ask." you come to his defense. "it did hurt, like a bitch. my ex had a big head, you figure out the rest."

the rest of the day goes fast, boys enjoying asking you questions and telling you about what you've missed, and you happily answering those questions and praising them for their progress. one person doesn't speak to you, and instead chooses to sit in the corner of the room, scrolling on his phone. jongho has barely looked at you after giving you a hug and congratulating you, opting for silence instead of engaging in the conversation. you don't talk to him, instead giving him peace.

was he angry that you left? especially during an important time, when they grew as a group and needed as much help as possible? after all, you weren't only their stylist, you were there when they needed help, comforting and whatnot. you're probably the only one who knew of their crushes, secret short relationships and struggles. and you've all kept it that way for a long time, and they still trust you. not once have you betrayed their trust, and being older than them, it makes it easier for them to lay all their concerns in you.

you're sad that you weren't there to experience coachella with them, but they made sure to show you picture and videos, even gave you mingi's bucket hat that had an autograph of other coachella performers on it.

"oh, i can't take this." you try declining, shoving the hat back in mingi's hands.

"sure you can. just take it."

after going back and forth with him, you finally give up, taking the hat and placing it on the corner of the mirror, as if it was wearing it. one by one, they are done with their preparations and leave the room. there's still time until the show, yet the screaming outside is so loud one would think the boys went out already. jongho stays sitting on the couch, not giving you any attention. it gives you time to adjust your bra, your sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric and giving you a hard time. you wish you could just take it off, but with your luck, you would lactate all over the place.

having a sundress on doesn't make it any easier, your flesh painfully starting to poke out of it. not only did you not fix the situation, you also caused them to become swollen and painful. you sigh, defeated. the only thing left to do is finish jongho quickly and go home. maybe your mother was right. what were you thinking, wearing the dress anyway? guess those oversized clothes during your pregnancy grew onto you. before, you wouldn't be caught dead in a hoodie or a simple t-shirt outside of your home.

"jjong?" you call once you prepare the station for him. when he doesn't reply, your raise your head to look at him through the mirror, and find him already staring at you. "jongho?"

he jolts, cheeks painted pink. "yes?"

"will you come over so i can finish you?"

"yeah, sure."

the young man sits in the chair, squirming for the most of the time. everything seems to go smoothly, until you have to get closer to do his eye makeup. just a hint of eyeliner and eyeshadow seems to be taking ages now, with jongho shuffling and blinking for a worrying amount of time.

"jongho, sweetheart, i need you to stay still if you want to be out of here soon."

by the time he listens, the liquid liner has dried off on the brush, and you turn around to reach into the black bottle to reapply it. a sharp pain goes through one of your breasts, causing you to yelp and drop the brush and spill the bottle all over the counter. jongho opens his eyes, then sits up straight, worry painted on his features.

"are you okay?"

"yeah, just- give me a second."

you hold onto your breasts, back turned to him. still in pain, you don't care if he sees what you're doing. all you want is for it to stop.

"does it... hurt?" he asks carefully, peeking at you through the mirror.

you hum, gently squeezing them in hopes to relieve it.

"can i help in any way?"

"no, there's not much you can do. unless you want to be breastfed so my milk ducts get unclogged." you laugh awkwardly, eyes still fixed on the mess you've created on the counter.

when you don't hear any laughing from his side, you turn around, only to find him dead serious. you stutter, embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you realize you can't really joke about these things with them. after all, they are your clients.

"sorry, didn't mean to make you uncomfort-"

"i'll do it."

at that moment, the door opens, san poking his head through. "hey dude, there's like only a handful of snacks left for you, you better hurry up."

"it's fine." jongho replies, as calm as ever.

you still stand there, processing what he said. san shrugs, then the door closes again, and the man in front of you has his full attention on you.

"will that help relieve the pain?"

"i mean- i- i usually just breastfeed my daughter and it goes away. i could try pumping-"

"i'll help." he is persistent, still maintaining a poker face. it makes you lower your gaze, eyes fixed on his hands resting in his lap. he makes it so difficult to read his emotions.

"jongho, you- you can't be saying stuff like that."

you've never stuttered like this in front of anyone. not even your ex husband had you feeling this nervous under his gaze, not at the beginning of your relationship, not at the end. not ever. yet choi jongho looks at you so intensely, making your cheeks hot and your brain a mess.

"let me just finish you off quickly and then i can go home and solve the issue."

the man sits there for a few seconds, biting the inside of his cheek. he looks at your hands, still cupping your breasts, and without a word leaves his chair.

"wait, where are you-"

he locks the door, then tries it a few times to make sure nobody can get in. you stand still, afraid to move or say anything. not until he does something. he seems to take a few moments to think about the situation he has created. he said it so causally. just what was going on in his mind?

is the new state you're in doing something to him? is that why he was refusing to interact with you?

"jongho, just get back in the chair so you can be a free man. come on."

"no. i want to help."

"fine. what, do you want me to just whip out my tits and let you do whatever to them?" you roll your eyes, avoiding to look at him.

you miss the way he smirks, and only look at him once he sits back on the chair in front of you. you yelp, hands flying to his shoulders as he pulls you to sit on his lap. there is more than just wanting to help, you're sure of it now.

his fingers toy with the outline of your sundress, knuckles caressing the swollen flesh along the way. you can't help but shiver, hands still firmly planted on his shoulders.

"sit," he orders quietly, once he notices you're hovering over his lap. when you fail to listen, he pushes you down, right on his hard crotch. "may i?"

you nod, hurriedly, as if he will change his mind if you take too long. you haven't been touched, not even by yourself, for months. ever since your husband left you, right at the beginning of your pregnancy, you were constantly nervous, sick, and whatnot. pleasure was the last thing on your mind. and even though jongho is trying to do a nice thing, your brain cannot help but think of it as a sexual interaction.

which is why you are dripping already, his fingers barely touching you as he unties the little bow that holds the front of the sundress together. he looks at your plain white bra, and both of your realize just how perfect of a choice you made for today. in hooks in the front, and it takes jongho less than a second to unhook it with a single hand.

your swollen breasts now freely spill from the loose fabric, freeing your sensitive and swollen nipples that are begging for release. the dark haired man cups them, gently kneading as if he does that every day. he doesn't squeeze them, and you are thankful that he knows what he is doing. and impressed.

his thumbs swipe over your nipples, and a hiss escapes your mouth.

"hurts?"

you nod, face twisting with pain as he tests the waters and tries various motions on them.

"they're... bigger." he comments.

"yeah... i'm quite sad i don't get to keep them."

he chuckles, and so do you, finally feeling a little relaxed. nothing about your current state should make you relaxed. you should be jumping off that chair, finish his look at go home. not...  subconsciously dry hump him.

"you know, i thought my crush on you would go away when you got married. it didn't. i thought it would go away when you got pregnant. it didn't. i thought it would for sure go away when you gave birth. and guess what? it only got worse."

with your jaw dropped, all you can do is stare at him. so there was a hidden motive after all.

"i'm going to put it in my mouth now. is that okay?"

"jongho, none of this is okay." you say, your brain working against your heart. and your pussy.

"it's fine. i'm just helping you. that's all."

"yeah, well, putting my nipple in your mouth isn't what one might consider help- oh!" he swipes his tongue over the hardened nipple, finally making you shut up.

his hand cups your breast, gently squeezing it before he attaches his lips to it. your hands instinctively grab at his hair, almost shoving his head into your chest. he chuckles, enjoying how desperate you are when he hasn't done anything properly yet.

your hips grind on his, and you aren't aware of it until the surface beneath you gets harder and harder. jongho grunts against your chest when you roll your hips properly, and it makes you stop. you try pushing him away, ready to start apologizing over and over again. but jongho simply lets go of your breasts, only to put his hands on your ass and help you roll your hips again.

his lips finally start sucking on the tense bud, causing you to yelp in pain. he squeezes your ass, as a way to comfort you. his tongue swipes over your nipple every now and then between sucking, just to soothe you. one hand cups your breast again, gently squeezing it in hopes that it will help.

this time, he is the one to yelp. you look down, embarrassment flooding your cheeks once again. your fingers have tangled themselves in his dark locks, accidentally pulling a bit harder and causing him pain.

"it's alright," he assures, smiling at you. "should i continue?"

"yes, please."

he wraps his lips around the nipple once again, sucking softly. the sight has your panties drenched; your client sitting on your chair, sucking on your tit, while you hold onto him for dear life and grind on him. the rough fabric of his jeans, combined with the fabric of your underwear, deliciously rubs against your clit, causing the pleasure to start building up in your lower stomach. you've almost forgotten about the pain, jongho's now swollen lips kissing and tugging at both of your nipples, and your crotch getting all the attention.

you no longer care about being quiet, moans and gasps shamelessly multiplying and getting louder, hips working relentlessly and fingers tugging his hair. never getting this close before, you force yourself to stop and pull away from him.

"what, what is it?" he asks, shiny eyes looking up at you.

"nothing, i-" you look down, picking the hem of your dress up and revealing a wet spot on his crotch. "i'm going to... you know."

it feels illegal to say the word.

"cum?" he finishes for you.

"yes."

"why did you stop?"

you sigh. your hands caress his cheeks and hair, fixing his messy state. "it's been a while. i don't want to cum with my clothes on. on my client's lap."

jongho takes a moment to think. you find out that it is not a good thing to let him do that. he picks you up, carrying you all the way to the couch where he sat. you find yourself laying on the soft surface, while jongho places a pillow under your head, and one under your lower back.

"can you hold this here for me?" he scrunches the ends of your dress under your chest, and you listen. "do you feel any better?"

"i mean... it's still clogged. maybe try a little harder?"

he takes it as a challenge, almost jumping on you like a starved animal. your hands now grip at the fabric on his back, nails digging into it. he doesn't protest, instead burying his head further into your chest and leaving a few feathery kisses before he takes your breast in his mouth again. just as you asked, he sucks harder. it hurts, more than before. your moans turn into whines and almost sobs, fingers hopelessly clawing at his back but not yet asking him to stop. tears threaten to spill down your cheeks, and you can barely contain them.

the man uses his hand to massage the other breast, caressing it, and the other to spread your legs so he can fit between them better. instead of going back to cup the breast he is currently working on, he slides it up your thigh, all the was to the outline of your panties. he pushes them aside, then gently brings his fingers to your folds.

"you don't- ah!" he finds your clit, giving it an experimental rub, "you don't have to do that."

"i want to." he mumbles, voice lower and raspier than you've ever heard from him before. sensing that you have stopped breathing for a second, jongho looks up at you, mouth still wrapped around your sensitive bud. he only raises and eyebrow and smirks against you, before continuing his actions, eyes not once leaving yours.

you weren't a fan of keeping your eyes open during sexual encounters. your husband didn't care. but this? jongho seems to be aware of the power his stare holds, mostly because his fingers effortlessly slip past your folds and inside your aching hole. you can't find it in yourself to look away, too lost in the way his lips look on you, and his body fits between your legs.

"harder-" you whine. "suck harder."

he hums, sucking harder and harder, while his fingers slowly start abusing your hole. he graces you with deep strokes, knuckles disappearing inside of you and fingers scissoring. the room is filled with squelching, kissing and sucking noises, along with your shallow breathing and a few moans and yelps. his thumb finds your clit once again, rubbing it as he continues fingering you. a tingling sensation appears in your lower stomach again, this time faster and stronger.

"jjong-" you gasp, liquid spilling from your breast and in his mouth. "fuck!"

he turns to the other one, repeating the process, all while his hand inches you closer and closer to the release you haven't tasted in months. white liquid drips down both of your breasts, nipples now more tense than ever.

he grunts along with you, grinding his hips on your leg. the man doesn't waste a single moment before licking away all the liquid that decorates your shaking body. the sight sends you over the edge, along with his fingers in your hole and his soft panting.

with your head thrown back over the edge of the couch, you find your body twitching as waves of pleasure wash over your body. even after jongho is done cleaning your mess that he caused, you have trouble catching your breath and calming yourself.

"hey, hey. i got you." he speaks softly, cupping your face.

he looks at you with different eyes now; soft and caring. a complete opposite of the lustful and intense one you just saw moments ago.

"feeling better?"

you nod, gulping. "i- thank you?"

he laughs, then plants a kiss on your forehead. "thank you."

"what for?"

"for making my fantasy come true."

"you're crazy," you laugh.

"for you, yes. now, let me help you get cleaned and dressed, so i can feel like i have shred of dignity before i ask you out."

"i- oh. but wait, what about you? did you...?"

he stands up, giving you space to stretch your limbs. he reveals a wet patch on his crotch, and not the one you made. "yeah... no sane man could survive this without cumming in his pants. you can't blame me."

SERIES ONLY MASTERLIST

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IT GETS WORSE BEFORE IT GETS BETTER (skz n atz mxm ft bts)

Yeontan university and Jongsung university have always hated each other ever since "the incident" Jongsung was given a bad rep and now most Yeontan students prefer to stay away, well, as far away as you can get when the two university's aren't that far away from each other. Both being smaller university's around half the size of an ivy league, most people in their 20's went to either of them. Trouble, desire, trauma, love, and maybe even some joy ensure when the two worlds seem to collide. Who knew a weed dealer of all things would bring everyone together. Not to mention their all werwolves and have to navigate that part of them as well, as if things couldn't get any more complicated.

Warnings: college AU, werewolf AU, talk of things like heat/ruts, omegas have pussys no matter gender, drinking, smut, if the specific chap has smut I'll warn that chap, multiple p.o.v's, Woo has ptsd

WE RUN THIS WORLD BABY (Hongjoong x Mingi x reader)

As an EMT shift worker the last person you expected to encounter was the crime lord himself kim Hongjoong, but you did and now you're entangled in his gang and a new dangerous world!

Warnings: very dark, descriptions of injuries, torture, minor character death (no major characters as that pains me too much) smut, bdsm, dom Hongjoong, dom leaning switch Mingi (doms reader but may sub for Hongjoong) sub reader, sexual awakening, ofc aftercare, drug use, drug selling, use of weapons, fighting, blood, darker themes cause you know gang stuff, tiny bit of fluff but not much

I WANT TO BE A ROCK IN MY NEXT LIFE (Yoongi x reader)

Hybrids, Yoongi thought they were extinct until he comes across a cat hybrid shivering late at night near his apartment. His head tells him to call someone, his heart tells him to bring her up to his place. He listens to his heart.

Warnings/tags: Very fluffy but also hurt/comfort, also very smutty, dom Yoongi, sub reader, aftercare, somewhat slice of life, law breaking because owning an unregistered hybrid is well law breaking

MUNCH MUCH (Yoongi x Jungkook x reader)

Your new to the bdsm lifestyle having only recently discovering it and wanting to try. At your first munch you meet two guys looking for a 3rd roommate not knowing they were also looking for a 3rd playmate.

Warnings: bdsm lifestyle focused but also some slice of life plot too, falling in love over time, aftercare, enjoying bdsm while still being an active member of society! dom Jungkook, dom Yoongi, sub reader, very kinky (spec warnings in each chapter) (they don't sub but somehow it works with 2 doms ok its my fic-)

OF POMERANIANS AND LATTES (Taehyung x reader)

When desperate times call for desperate measures as an aspiring yet struggling artist you create an onlyfans where you paint naked seated on a sybain machine. An interesting man one day gives you the biggest tip imaginable and his only request in return is to meet you.

Warnings: sex on camera, solo fun on camera, light bdsm not the focus, aftercare, love of art, falling in love, they both own Pomeranians, reader has coffee addiction, reader has insomnia and migraines, taetae is rich

DECISIONS FOR YOUR HAPPINESS (Jimin x Taehyung mxm) (title may change)

Taehyung and Jimin are in a happy 24/7 TPE relationship and this fic will be more like one shots of their life (bdsm scenes, plain sex, fluffy slice of life, other bts members are their friends also in the lifestyle)

Oh wait, scratch that, bring it back! I forgot include a brief outline of a plot!

Hi, I'm Ruby! Can't believe we share the same name :)

I would love to put a request in please!

Seonghwa+ angst/smut with a happy ending

Seonghwa & reader have a fight & Seonghwa makes it up to her by 'taking care of her'

GLITCH MODE!!!!!! I see what you did there :P

MAKE IT UP

Pairing: Seonghwa (dom) Ateez x reader (sub)

WC: 973

Warnings: Smut, language, very vanilla, degradation, praise too, manhandling

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"Fuck you Seonghwa! no, really, fuck you!" you sneered as you spat your words.

"Oh fuck me really? You were all over HIM at Yeosang's" Seonghwa spat back, clearly annoyed.

"I was not all over him, we were only dancing" you were in disbelief that you were actually having this argument right now, and about the one person who you would never even want to be all over. Hongjoong was like a brother to you, the thought of kissing him creeped you out.

"I just can't believe you" Seonghwa continued to poke.

"Hongjoong and I are just friends! we've been friends since we were children! I see him as a brother even our mothers are friends, I have told you this before Seonghwa!"

"I just can't right now, I need a minute!" with that Seonghwa walked away, out of your shared apartment leaving you in a shocked state.

It took two days before Seonghwa came back, two days of complete hell at the thought that he may never come back. A minute my ass!

Something like this was hard for Seonghwa to grasp because his ex girlfriend was cheating on him with her best friend and for some reason his mind thought the same thing was happening again with you.

The moment he walked through the door you ran into his arms crying "I love you Seonghwa and only you."

He held you through your tears, rubbing his hand up and down your back to comfort you until you felt better enough to speak.

"I love you so much!" you continued to say because you really wanted Seonghwa to hear it not just lazily listen.

"I know I'm sorry, it's just seeing you dance with him having so much fun it makes me think-"

"Theres no need to think Seonghwa, we're just friends." you gave his hands a squeeze after grabbing them, reassuring him through touch as well.

The both of you made your way to the bed and sat down, you hated fighting but you also know that sometimes it was unavoidable. With a heavy sigh you felt hands gently massaging your shoulders and warm breath as you also felt soft kisses being placed on your neck.

"I'm sorry baby, let me make it up to you hmm?" Seonghwa mumbled in between kisses.

"Make it up to me how?" you asked and cocked an eyebrow.

This was how the night started: Going to Yeosang's birthday party and having the time of your life with your boyfriends and fun group of friends. Just what you needed after finally recovering from that cold last week.

This was how the night escalated: Coming home from Yeosang's to Seonghwa being angry with you because he thinks something was going on between you and Hongjoong.

This was how the night was going: When Seonghwa wanted to make it up to you, he really meant that! He wasn't holding back one bit.

"Oh god that's amazing" you gripped Seonghwa's hair and slightly pulled, to which he let out a groan from between your legs.

"Do that again and see where it gets you slut" Seonghwa withdrew his fingers from inside to slap your inner thigh, a warning that meant do what he says.

"So, you think you can act like a whore out in public and I wouldn't notice?" Seonghwa had stopped eating you out so that way he had his face free to talk. One hand was expertly fingering you while the other slapped your thigh again.

"I asked you a question slut!"

"No babe-" slapped again.

"Wrong answer! who do you belong to hmm?"

"You seonghwa I promise!"

Seonghwa didn't seem to believe that just yet, so he flipped you over with ease and in one swift motion grabbed both of your hands and held them behind your back.

It didn't take long before he was slipping his cock in, sighing when it went in smoothly and all at once.

"Good girl, taking me in so well" Seongwa loved to call you names and play around, but he also wanted to remind you that he never means those names and that you are doing well for him. so he slips a little praise in every now and then, which you were grateful for.

"Please, fuck go aster" you whined from underneath.

"Oh so you think a whore can just get whatever she wants? I'll decide when to go faster" Seonghwa slapped you again, and with each slap it brought you closer and closer.

It wasn't until he met you that he realised that some girls don't last long either, because only 7 minutes in and he could already tell that you were close. He grabbed your arms to flip you back over onto your stomach and with a grunt he started really going at it.

"Are you gonna cum like the whore that you are hmm? be a good girl and do that" Seonghwa picked up the pace and used his free hand to rub small circles on your clit.

You almost couldn't take it anymore, the feeling all just too much but oh so good at the same time. You knew you wouldn't last long with how much he teased you before the main event.

Before you knew it you were cuming with your loudest moan yet and trying your hardest not to shake. Seonghwa continued to fuck you through it asking once again who you belong to.

When you answered him was when he came, now fulling believing that you truely belong to him. He grunted and was breathing heavily just like you were and staring up at the ceiling.

"That was magical baby, I love you so much" Seonghwa brought you into his arms for some post sex cuddles, and you just let your eyes close in complete bliss.

"I love you to babe."

Should've Chose Me.

Yandere!Reader x Wooyoung| Non!Idol Au| Support me <3

Plot: He should've Chosen Her, and All this could have been avoided. All this could have been avoided and HE would still be here.

Rating: 16+ (Do Not interact if death or Yandere themes trigger you.)

Tags: MAJOR Character Death (Even though it was only mentioned), Murder, Unhealthy Obsession, Kidnapping, Delusions, manipulation, blackmailing, forced relationship.

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Wooyoung's breath was heavy as he ran to hide, his eyes darting crazily across the room. He ran to the bed and made his way underneath it, fear trickling through his body when he hears the female giggle ring through the apartment.

"Wooyoungie~ Where are you?~ I just want to talk to you my beloved"

He cringed at the sing song tone, she was not his best friend. He didn't know who the fuck or what the fuck she was anymore, but it was NOT his friend.

"Wooyoung. You know I HATE it when you hide from ME~... It makes me feel anxious. It's like you don't want to be with me."

Wooyoung kept his eyes glued to the bottom of the door, freezing as he see's two feet stop at the door. A bang on the door earns a jolt from him that sends him against the wall, knocking over a picture frame in the room.

"Oh my god! Are you okay? Don't worry, I'm coming in!"

He watched in horror as the door was banged on with a blunt object until it was knocked of it's hinges and sent to the floor. He watches as a pair of feet comes into the room, an axe from the shed following behind.

The pair of feet walk over to the broken picture frame and a low growl fills the air.

"It was always him...ALWAYS. It was always Sannie this, Sannie that, Oh i wonder what San is doing today."

The photo was tossed back onto the ground and the axe was swung into the picture.

"WHAT ABOUT ME?! WHAT ABOUT Y/N WOOYOUNG!? WHY WAS IT ALWAYS FUCKING HIM!! I LOVED YOU NOT HIM! I DID AND YET."

The axe drops down next the bed right where Wooyoung laid and he held back his gasp when he came faced to face with the deranged person.

"It was always San wasn't it Wooyoung."

Wooyoung was pulled violently from underneath the bed and pinned down. His best friend, Y/n was on top of him with a gun aimed at him. She held a sick smile as she used her free hand to caress his face.

"My darling Wooyougie, I'm sorry what you had to see..but he didn't deserve you. " She says. "I had to get rid of him, he was in the way. Oh how I enjoyed seeing the light drain from that pitifiul, Miserable, BACKSTABBING ASS FACE." She slammed either hands on the sides of his head.

"W-why...Why Y/n? He didn't do anything.." Wooyoung whimpered out and the female laughed.

"He took you from me." Is all she said before cocking the gun and aiming it at him, "But no one is going to suspect me my dear Wooyoungie. They'll come to you. Since YOU'RE the best friend."

Wooyoung stared into her eyes, trying to find any source of humanity left in her eyes. But nothing were behind the once cute and bubbly (e/c) eyes. Wooyoung wanted so desperately to turn back time, to notice the signs, to protect his friend and prevent Y/n from spiraling down this path.

But things do not work like that.

"Now..You either come with me, and Live the happy life that we deserve together Wooyoungie.."

She wore a smirk as she leaned down to whisper into his ear.

"Or go to Jail for the murder of your bestfriend~"

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ATEEZ Yunho Drabble: Early Rooftop Cuddles

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You two were sitting on the roof of his family’s house around 5 in the morning and although the sun was rising it was very foggy. Yunho made sure to wrap you two in blankets. How did you end up at this place at such time? Pretty irrelevant you thought. All that mattered was the way he held your hand and drew patterns with his other hand. So focused on connecting every scar or birthmark with each other, enjoying the morning warmth the sun brought to his face, occasionally taking a glance at how you leant back your head with grace to absorb the light ☀️. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Oh how I wish to sit on a rooftop with my soulmate 🪷✨💕 Niwi~

[5am adventures - choi san drabble]

"god, my parents are literally going to murder me if they realise I snuck out, san," you whine, rubbing your face as the reality of your little crime begins to hit you.

granted, it's not actually a crime, but it might as well be because if your parents catch you missing from your bed then you're done for.

"they won't find out, angel, and even if they do," he says as he drops an arm around your shoulder, "I promise to visit you in hell when I get there, 'kay?"

you scoff and shake his arm off, giving him a Look™. he just smiles lazily and shrugs, skipping ahead a few steps and stretching his arms above his head.

"wait, why do you think I'm going to hell, huh? you literally call me angel!" you point out, catching up to him just so you can give him the side-eye.

he sticks his tongue out at you rebelliously, but you know that means he's got no smart retorts left, so a victorious smile finds its way to your tired face.

the sun hasn't started rising just yet, but the sky is a faint blue-grey colour as night becomes early morning. streetlights still light up your path as you walk side by side, and at this time of day, it almost feels like you're two movie protagonists exploring an abandoned neighbourhood in the middle of an apocalypse.

"doesn't it kinda feel like a zombie movie or something?" san comments, reading your mind.

"in that case, I'm happy you're my companion," you say, and just before he can coo at you, you add, "'cause at least I won't feel guilty when I use you as bait, y'know?"

"those are bold words from someone who can only run half as fast as me," he responds with an eyebrow raised.

for a moment, it looks like he’s getting ready to prove his point, but then he realises he’s too tired to put in that kind of effort and instead you both break out into laughter. he turns away from you and you loop your arm through his as you continue your walk.

leaning your head against his shoulder, you say, "I know you'd never leave me behind like that. I'm such good company, it'd be a shame to lose me."

he just scoffs and tells you you're on thin ice, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

reaching the end of the street, you realise he’s leading you to the unfinished part of the estate, decorated with random sand dunes and areas marked out for houses yet to be built. as a kid, you lived in a neighbourhood with a similar layout, and you remember the adventures you’d go on with the kids who lived next door.

you’d pretend to be vampires on a hunt for blood, or mischievous princes and princesses running through your kingdom’s village. sometimes, the adults would even join in and play a game of fantasy-themed tag with you guys, but secretly, you always preferred the thrill of sneaking away without them realising.

funnily enough, even now, it seems like you have that internal feeling of longing for fun, risks and adventures. that’s why san knew you’d sneak out with him, even if you complained about it.

“I really like this time of day,” san comments as he kicks away the fragments of brick on the path. “like, I feel like my thoughts are so much clearer, and I don’t have to think about what’s next on my to-do list, you know?”

he walks ahead to a sandstone wall surrounding a plot and takes a seat, crossing his legs. you sit beside him with your legs hanging over the edge, and he tilts his head as he thinks to himself.

you find yourself admiring his profile absentmindedly, and you can’t help but feel it’s a little unfair how lovely he looks in the pale light. when his gaze finds yours again, you immediately look away in embarrassment, but he doesn’t comment on it.

he hesitates for a moment before he finally says, “I think it’s kinda special when it’s just us two out here.”

at that, you look up again to find him watching your expression carefully, nervously. this time, it’s him who looks away first.

he picks at the jagged rocks poking out of the sandstone, and you find it cute because you know he only fidgets with things when he’s nervous about something.

“god, it’s so cliche, but you really feel like home to me. I feel like I can say anything that’s on my mind and you’ll just listen and care and, I don’t know, I can just trust you wholeheartedly and I know you won’t hurt me, and I’ve never felt that way about anyone before, and it’s so...” he trails off, sighing when he realises he’s rambling.

flicking a rock from the wall, he grows quiet again. he won’t look up at you, but you can tell he’s waiting for a response.

“I get it. it’s the same for me. you know me the most,” you tell him, and even though he’s still staring down at the wall, you see his eyes widen, so you continue, “literally, there’s no one else who I would be able to tell the things I tell you, and maybe it kind of seems like I take that for granted ‘cause I don’t thank you nearly enough, but I’m so grateful, san. seriously.”

there’s a moment of silence after that, but it isn’t awkward and you don’t feel the need to fill it. it’s like you’re both sitting there and processing the real meaning behind what you said. you have so much more to add but right now, no words come to mind, so you can only hope that he understands what you’re feeling.

you’re pretty sure he does when he stands up and reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers casually as he gets ready to walk around together again. feeling a little braver now, you decide to speak up.

“so, I know we should probably sleep when we get back, but would you be down to go out like this again tomorrow?”

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