Allie

8 Makes 1 SCREAM

☆┇ SCREAM for MATZ

ATEEZ

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Hongjoong

☆┇ Sex And Mirrors

☆┇ Hate You, Love Me

☆┇ Exposure

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Seonghwa

☆┇ Free Ride

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Yunho

☆┇ Substitution

☆┇ Midnight Vertigo

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Yeosang

☆┇ Suck It Up

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San

☆┇ Please

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Mingi

☆┇ Eyes On Tape

☆┇ Backup Princess

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Wooyoung

☆┇ Useful

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Jongho

☆┇ Manhandle

Extras:

☆┇ Sleepy Secrets | MATZ

☆┇ Sugary Sweet | TOPAZ

Pairing: Mingi × Reader

Warnings: Degradation, Praise, choking, slapping, mentions of cum, dumbification kink, corruption kink, strong language, etc.

Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.

Mingi had been working late nights at a café, so your nights consisted of reading, cleaning, or lounging around until he got back. He always made it up to you, whether it'd be a bath, a massage, or gifts of love. As you moved to the couch, your phone rang, making you jolt slightly at the sudden noise.

It was Mingi, making you roll your eyes and sigh deeply. You picked up your phone, and before you could speak, he yelled into the mic of his phone, making you jolt again.

"Y/N! Please understand!"

You blinked once, twice, before you tilted your head and responded. "Uh, understand... what exactly?"

"I'm gonna be working late before the second shift wasn't covered by my coworker. He had a seizure, so I'll be here until eight. I'm so sorry, please understand I want to go home to you." He sounded like he was genuinely upset, and you knew you had to calm him down before he could even shed the first tear.

"Mingi, baby, are you feeling a bit sensitive?" You stiffled a little giggle, laying back on the couch, your hair spread out like a blanket under you.

"A little. It's just... I want to go home! I'm hungry! We can't eat the food because it's reserved for customers. This is utter bullshit!" He was starting to raise his voice in distress, almost like a dog whining during its barks.

"Okay, okay, calm down. I can go over if you want. I'll keep you company at-"

"NO!!! Y/N Please! You can't! I don't want you to perceive me at work. It'll make me nervous." He whined, making you laugh.

"Mingi, princess, baby, puppy, the love of my life, mi cariño, my-" "Get to the point," he cut you off.

"Oh, um, I miss you, Mingi." You sounded desperate, like a puppy waiting for its owner. You felt needy at times, but never this bad. Maybe it had to do with the fact you'd be eating dinner alone or laying on the couch alone.

"I miss you too," Mingi replied with a soft tone. "I have to go, but I'll see you later, I promise. Love you, bye."

Mingi got home, finding you sprawled out on the couch, your phone on your tummy. As you slept, he came over and admired you for a second. He peeled his shoes off before putting them by the door and took his hoodie off to place it on the clothing rack.

"Baby, wake up, I'm home," he whispered to the quiet, chilly air of the house. The AC was constantly on due to the hot sun, and he knew how sensitive you were. "Princess, I'm home," he nudged your shoulder, making you whimper slightly in sleep.

As you stirred, he cooed gently, "That's it, baby. Slowly, wake up slowly." You reached out for him, wrapping your arms around his neck. With a small grunt, he picked you up, his hands gripping your thighs. "Let's get you in bed, baby girl."

The morning was refreshing. You woke up slowly, and he was wrapped around you like a big stuffed animal. Your hair was styled into a neat braid, so he definitely bathed and dressed you last night. As you turned over, Mingi was smiling in his sleep. "Having a good dream, Mimi? You're snoring, so I suppose you are."

He moaned in response, nuzzling deeper into your neck. "Five more minutes, please," he mumbled into your skin, his voice raspy given it was the morning. You smiled and stroked his hair, looking at him with admiration.

Suddenly, he murmured something in your neck, and your ears shifted slightly. "What was that Mingi," you asked with a smile on your face. He groaned slightly, only to lift his head and look down at you. "I said.. let me make it up to you," he searched your eyes. You flushed immediately at the sound of his raspy voice, speechless.

He saw your reddened face and laughed, "What's wrong with you?" You immediately squealed slightly and giggled, "Your voice is so... attractive when you're just waking up, I'm sorry I can't put it into words."

He laughed and began to pepper your face with kisses. He kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and finally, your lips. He didn't kiss you with rough effort. Instead, it was a slow kiss, holding all his admiration for you. As you both deepened the kiss, he held you closer, his hands slipping to your hips under the covers. Pulling away slightly, he murmured against your lips. "Hands and knees now, I fucking need you," he rasped, his breath getting heavier.

You smiled and rolled out from under him before he yanked your hips up and pushed your head down. "Mingi, you're being very-" "Shut up, y/n." As you stayed quiet for him, he nudged your legs open only to pull down your white lace panties. Without warning, he smacked your ass and soothed it with his hand. "Just getting you ready, baby, relax."

As he smacked you again, you released a small "ow," and he smiled widely. "It's just a small smack, baby," he laughed before caressing the reddened flesh, the other hand moving to grab a condom as he leaned forward to grab it from the nightstand. "Are you nervous? Of course you aren't, now be quiet and take it." He smacked your ass again, making you shift slightly.

As he put the condom on, his other hand rested on the curve of your ass, resting there as he lined up with you. "Breathe, baby," he rasped, pushing in very slowly. Your breath caught in your throat before he started to move his hips slowly, yet deep. You moaned slightly as he started to ground his hips against your rear again.

That small noise from you spurred him on, so he moved faster, using one hand to pull your ass against him, making him move faster. As you started to moan, he angled his hips, making sure to fill you up deep. You whimpered slightly, gasping as he moved faster. You bit your lip, bracing yourself as he moved faster.

"Who's a good girl for waiting, hm? Who waited patiently for Daddy while he was busy at work?" He moved faster, skin slapping skin filling the room. As you whimpered and hid into the pillow, he slapped you hard. You whined into the pillow before he soothed the sting, grabbing your flesh as he pulled you back against him again. "Fuck, you're such a slut. It's like you don't know anything when I'm fucking you this deep."

"You're just a dumb princess, aren't you? Always acting like a puppy waiting for her owner. Always so obedient when I put you on my cock, huh baby?" He slapped you hard again and smiled, letting his head fall back. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Fuck.... y/n."

He grabbed your neck from behind, his large hand able to restrict your breath slightly as he yanked you down against his cock. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Are you gonna cum, baby? Are you gonna make a mess of the condom?" He bit his lip, leaning until his chest rested on your back, finally able to choke you from behind. "Keep moving your pretty little ass for me.

With mixed grunts and the constant slap of skin, you both spilled eagerly, the bedsheets defiled from the evidence of your rough, hard sex. "Oh, that's it, baby," he laughed softly, looking down at the sheets. "Good girl. Such a good girl," he rasped.

He gave you a kiss before grabbing tissues, "and next time I work late, you're riding me. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Such a good little puppy girl."

Author's note:

Pairing: Hongjoong × Reader

Warnings: Mentions of jerking off, cum, sending nudes, degradation, praise, crude language, mature subjects, etc.

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains a lot of mature language. Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.

Hongjoong was at work, bored as shit out of his mind. He was trying to focus on his club, Pink Oyster, when Mingi came over. He was his assistant, so of course he was going to be bothering Hongjoong throughout the night. Pink Oyster had a strict schedule from 9pm to 5pm. Most nights, he couldn't even see you, so he had to rely on text messages and short phone calls.

"Boss, there's been a fight in the lower level of the club. We decided to search the patron and-" Mingi was quickly cut off as Hongjoong put his hand up. "Is it taken care of?"

"Yes," Mingi swallowed carefully. The clipboard in his hand clutched tighter now.

"Then find something to do," Hongjoong finally looked at him, exasperated. Mingi scurried off, looking for San at the bar, ready to count his inventory. Hongjoong scanned the club with his eyes, his tongue tracing the corner of his mouth, making him look more intimidating than he cared to admit. As he checked his smart watch, he didn't get messages from you.

Perhaps you were reading, or maybe you were taking a shower. Either way, he couldn't be away from you for long. The silence was getting too loud, and even if you gave him head before work, he was getting hot and bothered over just the thought of you. Noticing that nobody needed his help at the moment, he rubbed his nose and mouth with one hand, a comforting gesture, before he moved to his office.

Just as he locked the door, you sent a few texts.

Y/N: Miss me? [10:37 pm]

Y/N: Sent a photo [10:39 pm]

Y/N: Open when you're alone 😀 [10:40 pm]

Hongjoong grabbed his phone from his pocket and quickly unlocked it, tapping on your notification. He smiled, biting his lip before he laughed. "Oh, you're such a tease," he whispered to the empty room, clicking on the photo.

Hongjoong scoffed and laughed, shaking his head. He immediately started to text you back, biting his lip with sexual frustration.

Joong: Are you testing me? [11:00 pm]

Joong: Don't make me have to stage an intervention because you can't keep your mind off me [11:02 pm]

Y/N: Sorry, Daddy. It won't happen again. [11:05 pm]

Joong: Cut it out, you little shit. I'm at work! [11:06 pm]

He scoffed in disbelief before moving to his mahogany desk, filing through papers when Jongho came in. Jongho was his other assistant, stoic, attentive, and careful. He knew when to pitch ideas and help with the workload, and he never asked for a raise, unlike Mingi. Mingi was slightly aloof, slow, but he did help around the club, even with situations that involved men bigger than Hongjoong.

As Jongho stood in front of Hongjoong’s desk, he clutched papers. Hongjoong sighed and looked up, pen in hand. "Yes, Jongho? What's today's workload?"

"Actually, sir. These are documents you have to sign for the upcoming upgrade of the club." Jongho chose his words carefully, not wanting to upset Hongjoong as his brows furrowed. "They want to see about adding a new bass system and a new dance floor to replace the bare wooden tiles. Of course, it's totally up to you to opt out, but we have so much money, and-" Hongjoong held a hand up, shaking his head.

"I'll think it through. When's the deadline to file these documents?" He tapped his pen against the desk, looking up at him.

"Tomorrow morning," Jongho swallowed dryly.

"Tomorrow morning," Hongjoong huffed. He smiled in disbelief, sitting back. "And when did you get these documents?"

"This morning," Jongho spoke with nervousness.

"This morning," Hongjoong started to grow frustrated. "Do me a favor and take your lunch break, you deserve it. I'll return these documents in the next hour so they can start preparing on how to further improve my club. Remember, every single upgrade is for her, and her only. The improvements should make my club look like a palace to avoid the dangers lurking in them."

Jongho nodded, placed the documents, bowed slightly, and left. Hongjoong picked up his pen and started to sign his name after reading thoroughly when his phone buzzed again. He ignored it for a few seconds until it buzzed again. He rolled his eyes and picked it up just to see your name. "What now, princess," he whispered to himself.

Y/N: Sent a photo [11:15 pm]

Y/N: I'm getting some rest now [11:15 pm]

Y/N: Goodnight, bubu 💋 [11:16 pm]

Hongjoong glared at his phone in disbelief. You sent a photo of you in front of the mirror, laying down on your stomach, your rear in frame. You were wearing a cherry blossom pink lace set. As he stared at the photo, he felt himself tense. He needed to get your attention if he was going to stay at this fucking club. You weren't going to sleep, not on his watch.

You were brushing your teeth when Hongjoong texted several times. Picking up your phone, you smiled at the screen, not knowing how needy he was.

Joong: Baby, your pictures have been in my mind and I'm trying to write these fucking documents. [11:34 pm]

Joong: Please, I need to see your body. [11:35 pm]

You giggled, your breath catching in your throat as you fought back a squeal.

Y/N: How badly do you need it? [11:35 pm]

Joong: Do you really want to know? [11:35 pm]

Joong: Sent a photo [11:36 pm]

Joong: I am two seconds away from pulling it out and showing you how fucking hard I am!! [11:38 pm]

Y/N: But I don't see anything indicating you're hard? [11:40 pm]

Joong: Not yet, you don't. [11:41 pm]

You scoffed and put your phone down before taking off your lace set. "If he wants to play, we'll play," you said with a mix of arousal and admiration. Hongjoong was a brat when he wanted to be, disguising it as a demand. As you sat in front of the mirror, you sat with your knees touching, your legs bent inward, plenty of space between your thighs. One hand planted flat on the carpet behind you, the other taking a photo of your reflection.

As soon as you snapped the photo, you got into a doggystyle position, your phone covering your face, your back arched, your ass in the air. Your skin glowed against the fairy lights you hung in your room, making you look like a princess.

Y/N: Sent a photo [11:51 pm]

Y/N: Sent a photo [11:52 pm]

Y/N: There, don't ask me anymore [11:54 pm]

You put your phone down, laying on the carpet to give yourself a breather when Hongjoong texted back five minutes later.

Joong: Sent a video [11:59 pm]

Joong: You did this. [12:00 am]

You opened the video, expecting to see a live photo of his pants or something. No, instead, you saw him sitting in front of his mirror, groaning and moaning as he stroked himself, legs open as he manspread. His rings glinted in the light, adorning his fingers, and moved at a steady pace. His hips squirmed every now and then as he got closer. You couldn't look away, and your stomach did flips when he whimpered, "fuck, y/n."

You couldn't take your eyes off the screen, watching him stroke. Some piece of your mind activated, speaking the back of your head. "Faster, Hongjoong, I bet it feels so good, doesn't it?" As he continued to stroke, he bit his lip to stifle his whimpers and groans, his pearlescent cum leaking from him, making you narrow your eyes. Fuck, you were feeling so greedy, making you wish your mouth was there instead.

Quickly, you texted Hongjoong, not wanting to waste a single second.

Y/N: Does that mean I'm in trouble when you get home? [12:12 am]

A couple of minutes went by...

Joong: Stay bare for me. I'm leaving work early, princess. [12:25 am]

You prepared for him because you knew he was super needy. And when he was, you'd end up sore in the morning. Quickly fixing the sheets, you laid there, counting down the seconds....

Author's note:

Pairing: Yunho × Reader

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains a lot of mature language, sexual content, and mentions of alcohol, drugs, and mature subjects. Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.

The air was hot, humid, making you feel like you were in an isolated subway. As you put your headphones on and made your way to the bus stop, a car stopped by the curb. "Hey beautiful, need a ride," the man whistled before you ignored him, continuing to walk. He drove forward slightly, moving with you. "Come on baby, I'm not going to hurt you. There's a lot of bad people here in LA."

You continued to listen to Pierce the Veil blasting in your headphones when he parked the car at the curb and got out. You started to walk faster before he followed you. Your heart began to pound, and you knew you were in danger. Before you could run, he caught up to you. "I said. Get in the car. Now." You scoffed and tried to fight before he used a pocket knife, aiming it at your cheek. "Fight me, I dare you."

You stayed still before he laughed and took you to his car. He looked like a man in his forties, not much to describe besides his Heterochromia eyes. One was a honey brown, the other a mossy green. As he shoved you into the backseat, he slammed the door. Entering the driver's seat, he looked back at you. "Don't fucking think about escaping, do you understand me?" You immediately nodded and stayed quiet, still, but you knew your location was still on.

Yunho checked the time again before scoffing and sighing, "How do we even know she's coming?" Mingi looked up from where he was leaning against his car, a girl tucked into his side, kissing his neck. "Relax, maybe she's just running late this time. You know she doesn't really like being out past 5pm."

"Running late? She's always on time to our car meets, asshole." Yunho grabbed his keys and started his car, the engine echoing in the packed car garage. The sleek, blacked out BMW M3 F80 brought attention to itself. The cyan underlights were bright, giving the car much more attitude. As people parted like the Red Sea, he began cruising in the area to look for you.

As the man started to drive to the car meet, he looked up at me through the rear view mirror. "You keep your pretty little mouth shut and act as my girlfriend, and maybe I'll let you go for the night." You nodded immediately, speaking with fake sweetness, "of course. It's not like anyone knows me. Maybe you can keep me safe." The words tasted like bile on your tongue, and you just couldn't wait for Yunho to spot you in the crowd.

Yunho parked his car next to Mingi's dark blue corvette, scoffing, "I couldn't find her. Her location said she was around here somewhere, but where?!" As he slammed his car door shut, Mingi looked up from one of the girls tucked into him. "I'm telling you, man, she's probably busy or tired. She doesn't usually come out at midnight, dude." That made Yunho roll his eyes, looking pissed.

A black Nissan GTR made its way into the parking garage, and everyone's eyes turned. The windows were all tinted except for the windshield, but due to the bad lighting in the car garage, it was hard to see the driver. Yunho turned to Mingi, "Who's that? I thought everyone got here already." Mingi scanned the car before smiling, "dunno, but that ride is fucking sick."

As the driver parked across from Yunho, he turned the car off and got out smoothly. "Except one more person, ah, make that two. Come on, Tesoro, get out for me." He waited, Yunho and Mingi both peered to the backseat door that he opened, expecting to see a prostitute like the rest of these sad fucks in here. As I got out, Yunho’s stomach dropped and immediately came over. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

I stayed quiet while the guy nudged him away, "Easy boy toy, hands off the merchandise." Yunho glared and looked down at the 5'6 man, easily towering him, "the 'merchandise' is my girlfriend, asshole. Who the fuck do you think you are?" He grabbed you by the waist, tucking you into his side. The man scoffed. "Fine, let's race. The winner can keep her."

Yunho scoffed "fuck no! I'm not racing to keep my girl, asshole!" Everyone in the garage looked at the commotion, and you wrapped your arms around Yunho tighter. He wrapped his arm around your waist tighter, looking at the guy. "You're insane if you think you could just steal her."

The man laughed and glared, "Let's race. Otherwise, I keep your girl. I have connections to the city, don't test me, boy."

Yunho breathed deeply, looking back at Mingi, who was fucking smiling with amusement. Then, he looked at the man in front of him again, "What's in it for me?"

"If I win, I get to have her. If you win, I back off. And we forget this ever happened," he smiled wickedly.

"Deal."

To Be Continued...

Author's note:

Pairing: Hongjoong × Reader

Warnings: arguing, vulgar language, mentions of depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts.

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains a lot of mature language, mentions of alcohol, drugs, and mature subjects. Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.

You were laying on your bed, two joints full of weed in, when you reached for your phone. Life was feeling dull at the moment, unlike how it was two days ago. Hongjoong was your soulmate, always doing everything for you, big or small tasks. He always had a good attitude and never really showed his anger, at least not with you. When he was down or angry, he would instead find a solution, refusing to hurt your feelings. That was until... last night when his feelings boiled over.

Flashback

You were sitting on the couch, watching some stupid series that had a horrible plot. Cringing at a few scenes, you picked up your phone to see if Hongjoong had texted you yet again. You've checked six times in the last thirty minutes, and still nothing. He was at work, yes, but he always texted you back, even if he was stressed.

Y/N: Hey baby, I made you those Bulgogi noodles you had been talking about. I hope working is treating you well. [10:23 pm]

Y/N: This series I told you about yesterday is actually so cringe, I can't watch it without clenching my teeth or making sounds of disbelief every now and then. I swear they're acting like they know there's a camera on them. [10:35 pm]

Y/N: Are you coming home late again? Let me know. I don't want your food to get cold. [10:46 pm]

You checked the time again and realized it was almost 11. Sighing deeply, you got up to put the food away after pausing your drama, a bit hurt at the way he left you on read and said nothing. Maybe he was way too busy? Maybe the beats he was making were giving him a hard time? Maybe he just needed to stay in his zone for a bit.

As you put his noodles in a bowl and put them away, foil freshly covering the food, the house remained quiet. You were washing your hands at the sink when the front door opened. You didn't have to look. Instead, you smiled, and your back was still turned as you rinsed your hands. He didn't immediately come towards you, instead he went to his room first.

As you washed dishes, he came over with an upset demeanor, scoffing. "Why didn't you do the laundry like you said you would earlier?" His voice was thick with an exasperated tone, his brows furrowed, and you simply assumed he was just tired. "I ran out of detergent, so I should be getting a new supply tomorrow. They're gonna drop it off, so I wouldn't worry too much," you shrugged.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, "I need clothes for tomorrow, I can't just rely on wearing the same shirt twice! I've been in these clothes all day, and I come home to your bullshit about having to wait until tomorrow morning?" With a quick push off the counter, he started to walk towards his room, "see that I get my clothes before work. You shouldn't be disappointing me like this."

He slammed his door, getting ready to shower. You were still a bit tense, going back to washing dishes to calm yourself down when he came back out. "I don't even have shampoo, what have you been doing all day? Sitting around and acting lazy? I've had enough of this babying, y/n. Why do you have to be reminded of simple tasks?"

You shut the water off, dried your hands, and turned to him. "I was just doing my clothes because I thought we'd still have detergent left until I checked the jug again. And, I was going to go shopping, but I didn't feel well, I had a headache, Joong." You tried to reason with him, but he crossed his arms and looked at you with an annoyed expression.

"Do you expect me to believe that? You had a migraine?" He laughed and looked at you with amused disbelief, "even Yunho can work with his migraines. It shows how strong he is. So why are you acting like a simple migraine is killing you?" He rubbed the bridge of his nose and huffed, "Please, just do your part. You're lacking and it's pissing me the fuck off."

"I expect you to stop talking to me like that. I'm not your mother, and even then, you don't talk to a woman that way when she finds herself slaving away to provide the basic necessities for you. If I made the mistake of not going shopping today, there's always tomorrow. I made you food, so eat it. I'll buy your shampoo tomorrow, along with the detergent we use. Just, please stop talking to me like that." You pouted slightly before he smiled, but it was a smug smile.

"Do you even realize who's the working one here? Those dishes you just washed? Yeah, I bought those. Those cute, slutty outfits you put together that I've started to hate? I bought those. Oh, and that precious blacked out charger of yours with the modified pink underlights? I bought that too! So be grateful you're being rewarded for your behavior. Watch your mouth, and I can easily pull the rug out from under you."

He looked annoyed, glaring at you with such amusement for your audacity, but also disappointment for your choice to fight back. You stayed quiet, gathering your thoughts before speaking softly. "I appreciate your frustration and choice to pick out my mistakes, but understand we contribute to the chores around here. One little mistake isn't going to destroy the house."

Hongjoong sighed and walked away, leaving to his room to shower and rest for the night. You stayed quiet, pondering about how exactly to go about this whole situation. You were taken aback when he had come in to complain, and now you wished you could apologize. But for what? You stood your ground.

Present

As you sat there, reminiscing, your phone buzzed. Immediately, you looked down and gasped at the time. "It's 11:20 already?! I must have spaced out for a while," you huffed softly, sighing. Grabbing another joint and lighting it, your body eagerly needed more weed before it could wear off. The first drag was therapeutic, you took a deep breath before some of the heaviness floated off with the smoke.

Hongjoong walked in. He was wearing a white shirt and black slacks, clearly getting ready for work. "The detergent was delivered, I brought it inside. I put my clothes to wash, and I plan to get shampoo after work. Is there anything else you need? Maybe snacks for that continuous high of yours?"

You stayed quiet. He closed the door and left for work, murmuring a quick 'I love you' before the door clicked softly.

It was midnight when he came home. You braced yourself for another argument, feeling your mood lower and eventually numb. As he walked through the door, he murmured a 'hey, baby.' You felt pressure push down on your chest, and you knew right away. It was anxiety.

Staying quiet, you curled up on the couch. Your knees were to your chest, and your arms wrapped around your knees as you sat there. He walked over and looked annoyed but waited for you to speak. You clearly were about to talk, so he waited, crossing his arms as he sat on the opposite end of the couch. "What is it, y/n? You look deeply shaken up."

"I'm just thinking about how you treated me yesterday. It wasn't fair to me, but I was also mean to you," you spoke softly. He looked at you, sighed deeply, and shook his head. "You can't be fucking serious, y/n. Please tell me you're actually joking with me. You sit here, call out my mistakes, almost as if you were innocent yourself!"

"What do you mean," You looked up at him, biting your tongue to stop yourself from crying at his raised voice.

"I mean, you're so ignorant of your own mistakes. Do you realize how hard it is to walk on eggshells around someone who still isn't comfortable one year into this relationship? You act so anxious and new as if I hadn't seen all sides of you. Your trust issues have always been so bad, even when I try to reassure you. You carry so much baggage, it's annoying to come home from work and be reminded by it."

"I just wish you didn't have such a sensitive heart for someone so caring. It's tiring," he scoffed. The air felt colder than 70° and your chest felt tight. "It's my fault I have trauma, and I understand it's hard to work with me. I'm trying my best with you because I'm genuinely happy."

Hongjoong crossed his arms, looking down at you. "You have to understand that one year is plenty of time to get situated. I don't think you're ready for a relationship as much as you push yourself. It's tiring to see you retreat when things get tough. That's not mature at all. You seem too small for a world so big, and I can't be with someone who thinks she can pass through life with a heart so heavy. Others will be mindful."

You teared up and swallowed a sob, "I'm sorry that I wasn't a good partner. I hate that I made you love me so easily because loving me isn't so easy. I always think I'm ready, only to face the facts one month or later, in. I'm sorry I'm so difficult for you, but I've been trying." The air was making your breath shallow.

He shook his head, "I still love you, but we need to break up. It's what's best for our futures. We don't mesh well, and I can't have that for myself. I need to focus on my career with the boys, I can not be fixing a relationship where the other person is still trying to find her footing one year in despite all the support. I'll start packing my things by tomorrow."

As he left to his room, you felt the rage and sadness start building up. Moving to your room, you grabbed a half xan, hoping it'd help numb the pain. Laying down on the bed, you took a deep breath before the Xan would hit after a couple of minutes. Suddenly, the thoughts of dying disappeared, and your body felt too sluggish to cry. You'd finally find peace in a black dream.

Waking up, you realized you slept well, but anxiety clung to you immediately. Hongjoong knocked and came to your room, already dressed. "Hey, I hope you slept well. I just want to tell you that while I loved us, sometimes things have to end. I hope you don't hurt yourself. Please just take care of yourself."

Before you could stand, he hugged you immediately, breathing in the scent of you. "I love you, y/n. Please don't ever think I never did." You exhaled slightly, but overall felt numb. And as he pulled away, the air between you changed. He started to leave, and you just stayed there watching. As the front door clicked with finality, you felt like breaking down. And so, you did. And between sobs, you murmured to yourself...

"I hate that I made you love me, Kim Hongjoong."

Author's Note:

Pairing: Topaz × Reader

Warnings: soft kisses and mature language

Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.

You had been sleeping throughout the morning, and it became increasingly annoying for Wooyoung and Hongjoong. They waited all morning, but you didn't wake up, so they gave you an hour past twelve to let you wake. When you didn't even open an eye, they sighed and realized you'd be sleeping in heavily.

Wooyoung looked at Hongjoong, who scrolled on his phone endlessly and smiled, "Can we wake her now, hyung? She's been asleep forever now. I'm getting really bored and needy for her attention." He pouted like a spoiled little brat before Hongjoong ruffled his hair and gave him a soft forehead kiss. "Relax, baby, we'll wake her up soon."

Wooyoung shook his head, "Can we please just wake her now? She can not keep getting away with this habit of hers. It's not fair that we are here cleaning around the house while she gets to sleep without a fucking care in the world, Joong. Please, do something about it!"

Hongjoong looked over at Wooyoung, stroking the back of his head, "Oh baby, you're so grumpy, aren't you?" Hongjoong cooed mockingly before Wooyoung flushed, looking up at him with an exasperated expression. As Wooyoung pouted, Hongjoong grabbed his jaw and caressed his chin, "Behave."

As you stayed asleep, Hongjoong moved to kiss the sweet spot on your neck, "Come on baby, it's time to wake up." Wooyoung followed suit, kissing your lips and stroking Hongjoong’s hair, trying to be a part of this little moment. As you drifted awake, you could feel their lips on you. Wooyoung moved down to your neck, too, before Hongjoong accidentally brushed against his lips.

Wooyoung, being the brat he was, kissed Hongjoong. Hongjoong would freeze before melting into it, his hand moving to Wooyoung's hair before finally pulling away, "what are you doing? This is supposed to be about y/n, not us." He scoffed and shook his head, only to kiss your lips instead. Wooyoung stayed at your neck while you started to whimper awake.

Soon, your eyes opened, and Wooyoung smiled, "See? I knew my plan would work."

You scoffed, "I wanted to see you two kiss again."

Hongjoong laughed and rolled his eyes, "unbelievable."

Pairing: MATZ × Reader

Warnings: cum eating, threesome, choking, spitting, slapping, oral sex, gagging, mature language, etc.

Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.

You were struggling to sleep this whole week, constantly falling asleep at seven in the morning and waking at three in the afternoon. The boys kept bringing it up to you, but nothing ever changed. So when they got ready for bed today, you immediately got comfortable. "Can't wait to miss out on good sleep.."

Seonghwa looked at you and sighed deeply, "Will you let us try one thing so you can sleep?"

Hongjoong looked at him with a sudden strict face, "what the fuck are you planning? What did we say about that?"

You looked at them both with curiosity and confusion, "what are you two talking about? Why are you acting like I'm not in the same room as you?"

Seonghwa looked at Hongjoong with a 'be quiet' stare before turning to you. "What if we help you fall asleep? I hear sex is good for sleep and we could wear you out so you have no problem!" That made your jaw drop, and you looked over at Hongjoong, who didn't even seem to have a problem with it. He only looked at Seonghwa with a warning glare before Seonghwa ignored him.

As Hongjoong sighed and looked at you, he took a moment to form his question before pursuing it. "Y/n, baby, are you okay with a threesome? You don't look like the type to enjoy such a lewd act. I don't want Seonghwa to force you to do anything you don't want to do, regardless of whether he jokes or not."

You smiled and shook your head imperceptibly before giving him little head scratches, "I promise you it's good to try new things so I know what I like or dislike. I'll tell you both to stop if that's what my body needs, okay?" You turned to Seonghwa and looked at his eyes, hoping he'd either agree or decline.

As Hongjoong took your baggy shirt off, he realized you weren't wearing a bralette under, just black panties. Immediately, he pulled you in by your neck to kiss you, ultimately choking you. As you moved into a doggy position, Seonghwa moved behind you and slapped your flesh before removing your panties. As he laughed at your wetness, Hongjoong pulled away to take off his lounge pants, signaling that you'd be blowing him soon.

Seonghwa pushed in after putting on a condom, groaning slightly, holding your hips so he could adjust. Hongjoong pushed your mouth onto his cock, shivering at the first sensation of your lips on the tip. He looked at Seonghwa, fighting the urge to let his eyes roll back into his skull. "She's so fucking good with her mouth, ungh..."

Seonghwa laughed and trusted deep and slow, "Oh, I bet she is, Joong. You should feel her pussy, she's gripping me fucking tight," he bit his plump lip. Hongjoong simply laughed and let Seonghwa’s thrusts dictate the way you sucked Hongjoong’s cock. As you moved forward due to the thrusts, you choked and gagged on Hongjoong’s cock, the tip plunging deep into your throat.

Hongjoong shuddered and groaned "fuck mami, you're feeling so good. Hmnghhh...." He whimpered while Seonghwa moved faster, making you moan and angle your hips more, your legs opening up more, and your back arching lower. He grabbed your hips and fucked you fast after that, making you gag on Hongjoong’s cock.

Seonghwa whimpered and looked at Hongjoong, who was already smiling at him. "Keep up, Seonghwa," he giggled before moving to kiss the other man, especially creating a triangle of space between your bodies. You were stuffed from both sides, and the sensation was so good that you came fast from the force of Seonghwa’s thrusts.

As you spilled, they flipped you over, and Hongjoong made you deep throat him while Seonghwa plunged in again. He spit on your clit, smiling, "take it, baby." Hongjoong laughed at the crude scenery before fucking your face, making you gag and choke on it. "Oh, fucking take it, y/n," he moaned and bit his lip, looking down at your throat.

As Seonghwa moved faster, you wanted to whimper and cry out, but Hongjoong’s length was encompassing your throat that you passed on the urge to. Soon, you grew exhausted as your second orgasm came, and Seonghwa pounded, making it come faster. As you whimpered and squirmed your hips, Hongjoong pulled away to grab tissues, sensing your fatigue in your body language.

You didn't even care anymore. You drifted while they cleaned themselves up, laughing and admiring your sleeping form.

"Goodnight, sweet girl," Hongjoong smiled.

"Goodnight, princess," Seonghwa whispered, caressing your hip bone.

Pairing: Seonghwa × Reader

Warnings: Face riding, lewd imagery, crude language, sexual content.

Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.

As you straddled Seonghwa’s chest, he caressed your thigh, laying on his back with one arm crossed behind his head. "Seonghwa, am I too heavy," you asked softly, looking down at him. He moved his head to look up at you, "Of course not. If you were, which again, you aren't, I'd say something."

You nodded and cuddled into him more before he smiled and let the atmosphere soften. "You know, you've never been on top of my face before. Why haven't we tried it out," he laughed softly, looking over at you. You froze, and your face flushed, making you want to crawl and disappear. He laughed at your reaction and pulled you onto his upper chest. "Just sit."

As you sat, your hands planted forward on both sides of his head. He smiled wildly, looking up at you, "You look like you're about to grind on my chest, y/n." He laughed and shook his head, his hands resting on both sides of your rear. "Move up higher, I'm getting hard, and I want to taste you."

That made you blush, but you listened and moved to his face. As he pulled your panties to the side, he immediately went in and moaned at the taste of you, going in for more. The sensation of his tongue on your aching clit was too much for you that you felt like your orgasm was going to approach fast. He tongue fucked you, moaning, which vibrated through your skin.

"Baby, you taste so fucking sweet, I need more," he whimpered before letting his tongue fuck you again. Your hand flew to his hair and your hips started to squirm atop him. He laughed slightly before kissing at your entrance, only to suck on your clit. "Mmm, it feels good, doesn't it, princess?"

As he made you ride his face fast, you were getting close and fast. And as he decided to focus on your clit, your hips rode fast, bringing you close and closer to your orgasm. You bit your lip, whimpering as he licked and licked, his moans acting as a vibrator that felt so fucking good.

Soon, you gasped and moved super fast. Meanwhile, he surrendered to the feeling, licking and tongue fucking you constantly. You arched and whimpered or would cry out, only to flood his mouth. He drank every last drop before giving your clit a small kiss, smiling, "that's my good fucking girl. You did so well for your daddy, baby. Now, let's get you cleaned up and in the shower, okay?"

Pairing: San × Reader

Warnings: Slapping, mature language, and sexual content

Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.

San was lying in bed after a full day of celebrating his birthday. He had his arms crossed and tucked behind his head as he rested against the dark sheets. You had been in the bathroom for about ten minutes now, so he called from across the room, "Hey, y/n? What's taking you forever? I want to cuddle, I'm so tired."

You were in the bathroom, trying on a new lingerie set San bought you. It was a black lace bralette and a pair of black lace panties. You normally weren't so loud about intimate pieces, always covering up in baggy clothes or ripped jeans and band tees. It was his birthday, so you had to show him how well the set fit after all.

Taking a deep breath, you walked out of the bathroom and looked at him, wide-eyed. "I... uh, like the set," your voice was soft and quiet, but carried a sense of bashfulness. He looked at your eyes, never at your chest or rear. "Do you like it, or are you just saying that because it's my birthday? Of course, you look amazing, princess. But this is something you'll be wearing, so tell me the truth."

You felt your face heat up, and you knew you were caught. "I... I feel a bit exposed, but it's such a pretty set, Sannie, I promise." Immediately, he opened his arms, inviting you into his personal space. You crawled and met him on the bed where he made you straddle him. "If you're so concerned about the lack of restraint it gives your pretty princess parts, we could always just..."

He snaked his hand around to the back of your bralette before unhooking it. As the lace fell, your soft, full chest relaxed and fell gracefully. He looked up at your eyes as your chest stayed uncovered and waited for the green light. You covered your breasts with your hair, sighing slightly. "It's okay, princess, I won't look, not until you're ready."

You tilted your head and kissed him, going for his soft, plump lips instantly. He hesitated for a moment before his hand pulled you closer, tangling in the hair behind your head. The other hand found your lower back and pulled you closer against him. You deepened the kiss only for him to lick into your mouth, seeking permission.

You allowed him, and as the kiss turned messy, he grabbed your hips, lifting you up. Flipping over, he pinned you below him, moving to your neck. "Oh, my pretty baby, she wants to get fucked out tonight for daddy's birthday, doesn't she?" Those words made your core throb and wet with need. As his waist hit your pelvis, he continued to kiss your neck, moaning.

Finding your sweet spot, he licked and kissed, his hips on your waist. You gasped and moaned, one hand on the nape of his neck, clutching his hair there. He smiled and continued to kiss the sweet spot, murmuring, "Let me have my birthday cake." You exhaled sharply, amused at his crude behavior. "Behave, you're being so dirty."

"Dirty is what you call the future us when my birthday candle is covered in your frosting, baby. Right now, the cake is being made," he gave your pulse point one more kiss before kissing downwards. Finding the swell of your chest, he gave each one a soft kiss before licking a stripe down your torso, finding your tummy. As he stopped there, he rested his head for a second. "I want you to know, you mean the world to me, and you're the best present I'll always have waiting for me at the end of the day."

Moving down and sitting up, he removed your lace panties, never once commenting on how wet you were. You were still flushed but managed to speak softly, "I just want you to be happy, even when I'm stubborn with you." He laughed and looked down at you with that beautiful eye smile of his, "princess, listen to yourself. It's going to always be you, so don't act like I'll be leaving anytime soon. You'd have to physically push me out of your life, and we all know you're too stubborn to move mountains."

That made you giggle slightly before he folded your legs, forcing you into missionary, "Now relax for me. Let me have my last birthday gift of the hour." He pushed in and let you adjust for a few seconds, caressing your hip bone before finally seeing your imperceptible nod, finally moving. He set the pace to slow and deep, letting you take your time with his length.

Finally, as you seemed comfortable, he sped up, angling his hips. You whimpered and giggled slightly, only making him laugh before he started to move you back into the pillows. As you both grew more desperate, he moved faster, fucking you into the mattress. "Look at me, princess," he growled, looking down at you. Your eyes were bedroom eyes now, and he smiled. "Fuck, look at those pretty eyes of yours. You're enjoying this as much as me, aren't you?"

He leaned forward to kiss you as his cock plunged deep inside you. And as he kissed you, you moaned into his mouth, taking it like you should. He bit your lip before pulling away, slowly down slightly. "It feels so good, Hmm? Oh, doesn't it, princess? I bet it does, baby. Mhm," he cooed down at you, angling deep. Finally, your orgasm was hitting like a freight train and you both came at the same time.

As you caught your breath, giving him one last kiss, you smiled warmly, "Happy birthday, Sannie."

"Thank you, princess."

Author's note:

Pairing: Wooyoung × Reader

Warnings: slapping, spitting, mature language.

Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.

You and Wooyoung were cuddling when he nuzzled into your neck, his soft voice small and quiet. "Permission to fuck you? We haven't done it in so long that I'm starting to forget how you feel." He huffed, making you laugh and smile.

"Woo, you're so cute," you giggled and turned to face him. "Are you gonna be nice to me?"

He smiled and nodded, helping you onto your stomach. As he moved behind you, he tugged your hips up gently, "Tell me if I get too rough. Please?" You smiled wide and angled your spine down, letting him dictate the position. "Don't bend too much, I don't want to jostle your neck."

As he pushed in, not having to worry about clothes, he took a second. "Give me a second, you're warm," he bit his lip. As he started to move, he set a pace that was almost fast, plunging deep. As you hugged the pillow, he moved fast, grabbing your hair. "Hmngh, I'm gonna cum already, y/n."

He moved fast, only to slap your soft flesh once, then twice. Fucking you with a fast pace, he spit, letting it slide down your back and towards your shoulders, "keep moving that ass for me, baby, I'm so close." He gripped your hips and his head fell back, groaning loudly. "Ugh, I'm so close."

He slapped you hard again, only to spill inside you, catching his breath. "God, I missed this sweet little pussy, baby. It feels like home," he exhaled heavily. "Now, rest, because the second you wake up again, we're gonna try so many other positions until you're too fucked out to even think about moving from this bed."

Author's note:

Pairing: Yeosang × Reader

Warnings: Overstimulation, lewd imagery, crude language, spitting, gagging, swallowing cum, etc.

Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.

"And that's why she's upset. She thinks she can boss me around like I work for her or something," Yeosang laughed, talking to Wooyoung as they lounged on the couches in the living room. You were in your room, listening to everything he was saying, already planning your payback.

When Wooyoung left to return home, he picked up their mess. You were acting natural, lounging in the sheets, relaxing. Finally, he walked into the room and found you and smiled. "Hey, baby, miss me?" As he leaned in to give you a kiss, you threw him down onto the sheets, glaring. "My apologies for not keeping my mouth shut," you spoke with sarcasm coated in a mocking apology, kissing his neck.

He looked shocked and surprised even, as he was being pinned to the bed, "I'm sorry, what?! Did I miss something?" You ignored him, marking up his neck as he groaned, feeling you bite. "Damn you, y/n, that hurt!" You didn't care. You kept biting and sucking at his skin, only to move to the other side.

Moving down his collarbones and chest, he was tense. You didn't stop until you reached his sweatpants, only to pull them down. Surprisingly, he was leaking already, and you scoffed to yourself. "Why are you fighting me if you're already leaking for me?" He blushed instantly, laughing nervously, "it's a natural instinct. Don't act like this is all for you. It's not."

You were starting to feel hurt, so you channeled that into the hell you were about to raise. As you licked a stripe up his cock, he groaned slightly, squirming. You huffed slightly, holding him down as your mouth swallowed him, fighting through the gagging. He started to grind against your face, his hand tangled in your hair.

"Keep talking shit about me," you glared, spitting onto his cock, only to swallow him again, maintaining eye contact. He whimpered, and his head hit the pillow, "fuck..." As you gagged slightly, he shoved your head down, making your eyes water. "Mmngh, keep going, baby," He growled. You were a mess of saliva and now his leaking cum. As he started to spill over, you licked him clean, sucking on the tip.

He whimpered and gripped the sheets under his hands, his back arching. "Please, fuck," his teeth clenched and he growled, close to an orgasm. You stayed on the tip and used your hand to stroke him, making his eyes roll back. "Ungh, stop...." he breathed heavily, only for his orgasm to hit like a freight train.

You swallowed the rest of his essence, which only overstimulated him more, and he was stiff, whimpering and crying. "Say sorry, Yeosang," you glared, your voice low. "No, I didn't do anything," he whimpered. You scoffed, and your hand stroked faster, "apologize."

He whimpered again and gripped the sheets, gasped for air, pleading to a God that could listen. "Fuck, okay I'm sorry," he cried, only to start sobbing. You kissed the tip before sucking him off a bit more, and he sobbed, "Stop!!" With a satisfied smile, you moved up to give him a kiss, stroking his hair.

"Are you gonna be a good boy for me next time?"

"Yes, mommy."

Author's note:

Pairing: Jongho × Reader

Warnings: strong language and mature content

Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.

Jongho and you were wrestling when he pinned you down. "Ah," you yelped, only to laugh afterward. "Jongho!!! That's not fair! You're so much stronger than me!" You pouted while he smiled and caressed your cheek. "I can't help it. It just happens."

Rolling your eyes, you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Maybe I can use that to my advantage?" He scoffed immediately, looking down at you in disbelief, "no way. I'm not doing that with you." You groaned and pushed him away slightly, "no fun! Why can't you at least hear me out for once?"

"I don't want to hurt you," Jongho mumbled, looking sheepish. You smiled and shook your head, "Jjong, what's the point of a safe word if we're gonna ignore its use?" He had the nerve to look bashful, sitting back on his heels. "You're fragile. You have to understand that, y/n." He grabbed his phone to check the time, only to look at you, "Ten minutes, that's all I have before work."

Laying on your back and folding your knees to your chest, he laughed and helped take your black lace panties off. The sheer amount of precum sticking to your panties made his breath catch in his throat. "So, you've been wet while we wrestled? You didn't tell me sooner, how am I supposed to guess what you want?"

You pouted up at him, "I didn't want you to be mad at me." He put them on the edge of the bed, looking down at you as he pulled his sweats down. Scooting between your thighs, he grabbed your thighs and pulled you down until you hit his legs. "Well, make sure we use our safeword if it gets uncomfortable."

With a quick push, he moved in and took a second to adjust. "Are you okay? I didn't move too fast, did I?" You shook your head, smiling slightly as you relaxed to enjoy your time together. With a returned smile, he began to move his hips, constantly checking on you. And as he gripped your thighs, he knew he'd be leaving marks.

Unsatisfied with this position, he pulled out, flipped you over swiftly, and pushed in again. He didn't adjust. Instead, he used the nape of your neck to pull you down against him. With a mumbled curse, he was thrusting deep, moving to grip your shoulders. You were still tense, which only gripped his cock, making it a better experience for him.

As he pulled back, he kept only the tip in, his hand around your throat, before he thrusted again, hitting your cervix. "Holy fuck, that felt so good." He moved faster, his hands moving to your waist. He pushed your head down and moved faster, not letting you dictate the pace. And then he did it without warning...

*Smack*

He bit his lip and soothed the reddened flesh, moving fast. "Fuck, you're still gripping me, relax, cub." He groaned and angled his hips, rolling them up and grinding against you. "I'm going to cum if you keep pulling me back in," he whimpered. You didn't care, smiling as you moved back against him. You giggled and whimpered every few seconds, clearly enjoying the way he gripped you.

With a final, deep thrust, he couldn't pull out in time, so he gripped your neck harder, thrusting slowly to empty inside you. "Fuck, you feel so good, I think we need to go for another round, baby."

Author's note:

Pairing: Yunho × Reader

Warnings: Spitting, gagging, choking, fingering, cum swallowing, degradation, and mature language or lewd imagery

Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.

You were laying in bed, scrolling endlessly on your phone. Yunho was at his gaming setup across the small room, his fingers moving fast across the keys. You smiled and stared at him for a while before sighing. "How long are you going to exactly play for?" He never looked back at you, neither off the screen.

"Couple more minutes, y/n. Why, did you you need something?" He glided the mouse too quickly, the action making a 'woosh' sound. "Hmm, no. Actually, I'm bored, and I don't want to stare at a screen full of moving pixels for longer than five minutes without triggering a headache." You pouted before looking down at his hands again.

They were big, his fingers long, and his veins were prominent yet subtle against his skin. He knew how to use them, constantly messing with you by showing off just how big his hands were at times. The fucker knew you had a hand kink, so he always found ways to utilize his hands in ways that kept you breathless.

As he continued to play, he was at the edge of his chair. "Come on, fucker! Shoot them!" He groaned, swiftly moving his hands before being KO'ed. With a muttered curse, he threw his headphones down and closed the game. "Y/n, I'm so stressed! These people don't know how to play! They're making critical hits with the useless power of button mashing."

You tilted your head in confusion, "If it's useless, don't you think they'd be dead by now? That has to mean there's some-" "Don't be a smartass!" He cut you off, laughing in disbelief. "You're the most infuriating, amazing woman ever, and yet you're conspiring against me!"

You scoffed and smiled, "I am not!" The air went quiet, and soon he fell onto the bed next to you, huffing. As he looked up at the ceiling, I grabbed his hand, playing with his dainty rings, then I put his hand to my waist, measuring.

Eight inches even.

As he looked at where his hand was, he smiled. "What the fuck are you doing? What's going on in that head of yours? Hm?" You shrugged and smiled, "just... messing around." He huffed, amused at your well-structured lies. "Well, you were staring at me earlier. Are you thinking about my hands again?"

"What?! No," your brows furrowed, and he laughed, "bullshit. Just admit it, you want me. I can play with it, y/n." Your face flashed red. You felt breathless, and it felt hot all of a sudden. "Can you please behave? Nobody wants your fingers nowhere," You grew defensive.

He scoffed, and his jaw dropped, "I never said- Y/n! Are you thinking about it? You're considering it. You know you are. Admit it." You stayed quiet and looked the other way. He laughed and laid you back, "tell me what you're thinking, princess."

You hesitated, "your hands... instead of- nothing! Why do you care?" Your face was reddened, and his eyes sparkled with amusement at the sight. "Ah, so you do want me to play with you. You could have said so, I know you enjoy my hands a lot." He began to slip your white lace off, smiling at the sight. "You're wet, and we haven't even started anything. How long have you been thinking about my hands, baby?"

"Not that long," you murmured before he moved to sit back on his heels, pulling you down until your center hit his thigh. As he looked down, he used his thumb to caress your clit, already starting with no hesitation. You shifted at the first caress, and he laughed, "Relax." His middle fingers teased the entrance before entering, finding your gspot instantly.

As he started to move his fingers inside you, you realized he wasn't even halfway in, but holy fuck, did it feel good. As he hit that spot, you exhaled sharply, your head falling back. "Just like that," he asked with a smile, his voice low as he studied your expressions. He moved faster, and you finally started to whine. "That's it, baby, cum for me." He moved deeper, harder, biting his lip as you whimpered.

Taking your jaw in his left hand, he tilted your head to look at him, "Admit it, you like my hands. You have a hand kink, you little slut." You smiled between whimpers, only to giggle and whisper, "I do. Fuck you, so what?" Immediately he slid two of his middle fingers in your mouth, "breathe, let's see if you can take it from both ends." As his hand moved, you drooled and gagged slightly.

Your eyes were wide, looking up at him with need. His other fingers were moving inside you, and soon, you reached an orgasm, but he insisted on his fingers staying in your mouth. Letting you drool and gag on his left hand, he cleaned up his fingers from his right hand, moaning. "Mm, tastes so good. You really are sweet in and out, aren't you? I guess that's why I love you so much."

As you gagged again, he laughed, "Easy, baby." His right hand grabbed your throat, left fingers still being sucked on. "You love my hands more than my cock, don't you, baby?" He cooed innocently, but it was more to mock you. "Hm, poor baby, gagging on my fingers. I guess that's what happens when you keep staring at them. You brought this upon yourself, don't you dare look at me like I asked for this." He pulled his hands away and grabbed a tissue, starting to clean you up.

"I guess my fingers are the best substitution for this sweet little pussy, hm?"

Author's note:

Pairing: Hongjoong × Reader

Warnings: Hair pulling, slapping, lewd imagery, choking, dry humping, sexual language, mature content.

Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.

You and Hongjoong were cuddling in bed, one hand on your breast, the other arm under you. He sighed and nuzzled into your neck, accidentally resting on your sweet spot. As you melted instantly, he laughed and looked down at you. "Hey, don't ruin the experience! I'm barely even touching you!" Teasing you even more, he gave a soft kiss to that sensitive spot of nerves.

You moaned slightly, breathlessly, biting your lip. "Hmngh... don't," you gasped and exhaled in the same breath. He smiled wider and pulled you close, "You're getting breathless on me, baby." With one swift motion, he turned you onto your stomach, moving behind you. As you positioned out of habit, he pulled you back against his black trousers, grinding.

Biting his lip, he grinded harder, his head falling back, "fuck your ass feels so good." He rutted harder, gasping for air. "Y/n, baby, I need you to strip." With eyes rolling forward again to focus, he looked at himself in the mirror in front of the bed. "Stay in doggystyle, fuck," he looked down at you.

As you stripped your bralette and panties, he pushed you down again. Your chest and head fell flat against the sheets. Meanwhile, your torso and down were positioned upwards, bent over. He quickly pulled his sweats down enough to free his already hard, throbbing cock. With one swift motion, he pushed forward and groaned, taking a second to mentally tell himself not to cum right then and there.

After a second of holding back, he grabbed your hips and started a deep, slow rhythm. He made sure to angle, opening your legs wider so he fit snug between your thighs. "Hngh, fuck, you're so wet and tight," he bit his lip again. As you made little gasps, he looked at you in the mirror. "Hmm, look at you, my sweet girl. You're looking so pretty for your Joongie." He giggled slightly and went a bit faster, causing him to plunge deeper.

As you whined softly, he looked down at you. "Don't go giving up yet. Look at yourself, baby. We just started." He moved faster, seeing your soft flesh recoil from the sheer force of his thrusts. With a sudden hard thrust, he decided to follow his crude instincts.

*Smack*

He laughed and soothed the reddened flesh, looking at your reflection. "Look at yourself, y/n. Now." When you didn't, he slapped you again, and you moaned slightly from the slight pain. Grabbing your hair, your head was tilted back to watch yourself. He sped up a bit and smiled wickedly in the mirror.

"When I tell my slut to do something, she listens to me, understand?" He looked at your colored eyes in the mirror, slapping you again, harder this time. "Understand?" This time, you whined and nodded under his grip on your hair. "That's not an answer," he slapped again while you whimpered. "Say it."

"I understand," you whispered, holding back a moan. He smacked again, laughing, "You understand what? I'm not stopping until you say it, baby. Address me." He moved faster, hitting your cervix with the sheer force of his thrusts while you whimpered. "Say it, y/n. I'm not fucking playing."

He pulled at your hair, and you whined, only to whimper. "I understand..." You tried to form the words, but you were getting close. Your eyes rolled back, closed, and you bit your lip, angling your hips a bit wider for him. "...Daddy."

He giggled, his teeth catching the light of the moon. "Fuck yeah you do, princess. See what happens when you listen to me?" You whimpered again as he angled upwards, moving a bit faster. You were growing loud, and when he released your hair, you moved to bury your head into the sheets. "Mmngh, fuck!!"

He looked at you in the mirror, taking on that mocking tone as his brows furrowed upwards in a fake, concerned expression. "Are you gonna cum? Does daddy's girl need to cum? Hmm, I don't think she does. Maybe she should call her man again." He enjoyed your suffering, even considered on edging you, but he didn't.

You rolled your hips slightly, and his head fell back, "fuck, don't do that!!" He moaned, absolutely using you like a fleshlight at that point, moving deep and hard, grinding into your warm heat. "Mmph, holy fuck baby. Your pussy is gripping me so.... unghh..." He was breathless, looking down at where his cock disappeared in you. "Fuck, you're already creaming on me."

He was growing tense, and as he heard your last, few whiny moans, he dragged out your orgasm. With a flash of white, you both came at the same time, flooding onto the sheets.

After a few minutes, he pulled out and huffed sharply, "That mirror stays there."

Author's note:

Pairing: Mingi × Reader

Warnings: Lewd imagery, choking, smacking, improper use of cum, sex tape, vulgar language, sexual content

Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. Minors, please do not interact.

You were on the bed in nothing but a black pair of panties and a black bralette. The panties were more of a thong, and you chose aesthetic over comfort sometimes. Mingi was in the shower, and you were scrolling on your phone, laying on your stomach. As you laughed at something, the water suddenly turned off, signaling that Mingi was down with his shower.

You rolled onto your stomach, smiling as you texted Yunho back.

Yunho: Is Mingi busy? 11:11 pm

Y/n: Now he is. 11:12 pm

Yunho: What? 11:12 pm

Mingi looked over at you, towel slung over his shoulder. "Babe, I had an idea, but I want you to sit up for this."

You looked up at him, tilting your head. As you sat up, your navel piercing glinted in the dim light of the hotel room he rented out for a reason he was about to tell you. "What is it," You tried to stay calm, though it lacked any real tranquility.

He smiled and grabbed your chin, looking down at you. "Are you gonna be daddy's good little girl and try out new things with me?" He caressed your bottom lip, his chain dangling as he slightly bent to your level. "God, you're so fucking tiny, I can't wait to wreck you on cam."

You stammered slightly, only to huff, "Cam- Ca- On cam?" He laughed and nodded, his eyes taking on doe eyes, which were only to mock you. "Tch, don't tell me you're scared already. Where did all that confidence go? Usually, you're in bed, waiting for your man to corrupt your pretty little pussy."

Your face glowed a bright crimson, and you were starting to get breathless. "Mingi, don't-" "Come on baby, let me record us for once. I need something to look at during my breaks at work. I won't share it with anyone, I promise." He smiled, practically begging at this point. You stayed quiet for a solid minute or two.

"Promise you won't show anyone," you looked up at him with big, sparkly, doe eyes. He nodded and grabbed his phone, reaching over. His muscles stretched, his white tank the only thing keeping you from seeing his fucking ripped abs. You knew that every chance you got, you'd mark up his biceps, and he'd scold you the next morning as he got ready for work.

Setting up the camera, he placed it on the nightstand by the bed. "This angle is good, we can fuck and yet only our noses down are visible." As he placed you on your back, head on the pillow, he moved down your body, "Let's test the angle, hm?" He started to remove your lace, throwing it onto the floor without hesitation.

Without a second wasted, he licked a long stripe up your slick core, grabbing your thighs to open you up. "Fuck, y/n, you're so wet." Moving his hands to your hips, his tongue worked overtime to make sure he consumed all the slickness. You were already whimpering. Meanwhile, he smiled against your folds, "Daddy's got you."

As he continued to practically tongue fuck you, you started to arch, whining as he kept you in place. "Stop moving, princess, I'm not done," he moaned. As he moved his mouth over your clit, you gasped and whined again. And once more, did he laugh against your skin, "Daddy's got you, baby." Your stomach started to twist into knots, and you fucking knew.

Squirming against his mouth, you pushed his head down, forcing him to keep going. "Nngh, ugh," you whimpered, close to crying out. He squeezed your thighs, his teeth starting to graze you. As he tilted his head, you knew you were on the peak of an incoming orgasm. You were so, so close, and just like a roller coaster, you reached the climax as he pushed in two fingers.

"Mmph, Mingi, fuck!!!" You cried, meanwhile he kept his mouth on you, mixing licks with soft kisses. As you cried, being soothed through your orgasm, he grabbed a tissue, pulling away to clean you up. "Fuck, I'm gonna use this footage for later. You did so well, baby, so fucking well for your daddy."

Pairing: MATZ × Reader

Warnings: Blood, stabbings, graphic language, use of knives, stalking, murder in various ways, sexual language, and graphic sex

Note: Listen to this while reading to further your experience. Happy reading and remember, never say, 'Who's there?', it's a death wish.

Part 1

It was a hot day in Woodsboro, the birds were chirping, bees were flying, and the sun was bright. You were heading to class when someone pulled you by the waist, making you squeal and smile. "Hey, hey, hey, who's the pretty girl in the hallway?" Hongjoong peered behind you, nuzzling into your neck. Seonghwa laughed and looked down at your outfit.

A black lace cropped tank top, a pair of black ripped jeans, and black Converse. Seonghwa whistled before smiling, looking into your eyes. "So, where's Hanni? I've been looking for her everywhere." Hanni was your best friend, always with you. "She's probably in the bathroom, I haven't seen her today," you spoke softly.

"I'm gonna head to class, we have exams for Mr. Miller today, and I can not fail these exams." You gave Hongjoong a peck on the lips before leaving. The boys looked at each other, smirking, before they split up for their own classes.

The nights in Woodsboro were quiet and calm, and the weather was always nice, especially during autumn. The town was small, people were close, and there was hardly any crime, despite the case going around where a man killed your mother. Everyone kept telling you he was innocent, but you knew better. Your mother was a nice, nurturing figure in your life before she passed, so why would people hate her?

On the other side of town, Caroline Cooper, a student at Woodsboro High, was watching a scary movie when she decided to get popcorn. As she got up, she jumped at the sound of glass breaking. It was just from the movie, she brushed it off. She grabbed a Jiffy pop before putting it on the stove, turning it on.

The phone started to ring, so she looked over, confused. Picking up the phone, her voice came through. "Hello?"

"Hey Caroline," the voice came through. It was deep, buttery, but overall intimidating.

"Who is this," she answered with confusion, her body a bit tense.

"Oh, don't worry, you don't need to know. But let me ask you, what's your favorite scary movie." The voice was clearly a man's, but Caroline brushed past that, though. She didn't even realize she shouldn't be talking to strangers late at night.

"Uh, Scream!" Caroline smiled, answering with no hesitation.

"Isn't that the one where the guy stalks teens and kills them?" The voice was obviously smiling behind the phone.

Caroline smiled, checking on the popcorn behind her. "Something like that. Ghostface kills people when they're alone. He has this grudge on humanity for some weird reason."

"Ghostface is a he?" The voice was teasing.

Giggling, Caroline nodded, her voice clearer now. "Ghostface is one person."

"But he could be two people," the voice spoke with subtle challenge.

"Maybe, but that wouldn't work, would it? Two people can't get away with murder. It's nonsense! They're always caught in the end." She rolled her eyes, checking on the popcorn again before realizing it would take a while.

"You never told me your name," the voice came through, sounding mischievous yet teasing.

"Why do you want to know my name?" Caroline bit her lip, twirling the phone cord.

"I wanna know who I'm looking at."

"What," Caroline's voice faltered.

"I said I wanna know who I'm talking to."

"No, you didn't say that." Caroline started to move around the house, checking the locks.

"Hey Caroline, do me a favor and check the patio." The voice went quiet afterward, waiting.

Hesitating, Caroline ran to her back doors, turning the light on. Outside was her boyfriend, James, tied to a chair. His mouth was taped, his legs and arms tied to the chair. He was struggling, looking up at her with panic.

"Who are you?" Caroline started to panic, crying.

"Relax and answer my questions. If you get them right, I'll let him go." The voice chuckled slightly.

"What do you want?!" Caroline cried, backing into a corner of the room.

"Listen, listen. Tell me the name of the killer who murdered his sister, Laurie."

Immediately, Caroline yelled through the phone, "Myers! It's Michael Myers!"

"Correct," the voice praised, clearly feeling spurred on by the answer. "Now, tell me the name of the killer who appears in your nightmares?"

"Freddy Krueger! It's Freddy!!" She cried, answering quickly once more.

"Correct. Now, here's your last question." The voice laughed, "what is the name of the killer in the Texas chainsaw massacre? If you get this right, your boyfriend will go, untouched."

"It's leatherface! I know that because I worked at a movie store!" She sobbed, panicking.

"Then you should know his real name is Bubba Sawyer, Leatherface is just the name he gets later in the movie! Don't you watch horror movies?! Say goodbye to your lovely boyfriend." The voice laughed before the house and patio went dark.

Caroline ran to her patio, sobbing and screaming, "James! No!" She tried to open the door, but it was locked. Crying, she screamed to the patio, calling again. "James!!!"

The phone rang, and she picked it up, sobbing, "Who's there?!" Immediately, the mysterious voice scolded again. "You never say 'who's there' when answering the phone! You claim to watch scary movies, but you don't know the one rule? It's a death wish!"

Caroline sobbed, "fuck you, stay away from my boyfriend." The voice laughed at her answer, clearly feeling excited to hear her terror and frustration. "Listen here, you little bitch. Don't talk back to me like that! I'm going to gut you like a fish, just like your boyfriend!"

Caroline slammed the phone against its cradle and sobbed, screaming. Just then, the doorbell rang. Crying, she moved to the front door and opened it, only to check outside. Nobody. As she moved back in, she locked the door. That's when she heard a glass window break, running down the hall to hide.

Just as she closed her eyes, the voice called from the living room. "Come on, Caroline, I just want to talk!" She cried and yelled, "Go away!!" That made the mysterious person laugh, and she realized they were near.

Turning around, a man with a black robe and white Ghostface mask tilted his head. "Boo." She screamed, ran, and saw her parents on the way home at a distance. She hesitated but started to run, though she was tackled to the ground. Screaming, she tried to push off the Ghostface entity, but he stabbed her chest.

She wheezed and tried to call out for her parents, who were entering the house. They didn't hear her, too busy talking about their night out. The man stabbed her heart, then grabbed her neck roughly, revealing his mask, only to giggle.

Entering the house, Caroline's parents looked around for Caroline, only to see a haze of smoke. Her mom sniffed the air, "Is something burning?" The father went into the kitchen to see popcorn burning on the stove before putting out the fire. Meanwhile, her mom looked for Caroline, finding the house empty. She saw broken glass, then checked every room.

Opening the front door, she gasped and screamed. "Oh my god!!!!" Her father walked over, tense as soon as he saw his lovely daughter hanging from a tree by a phone chord. "Get the car, I'll call the police," her father nudged her mother gently.

To Be Continued...

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