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kinks with body secretions that aren’t naturally related to sex;

non-con, physical and emotional abuse, and related;

big age gaps, step-brother, and related;

cheating tropes;

June 2023, somewhere in California

The low hum emitted by the neon lights and the sound of your hurried footsteps were the only sounds at that hour of the night. You carried a bag from the 24-hour pharmacy across the street from the motel where you were staying with your boyfriend for a few days.

The alcohol you had consumed—earlier weighing down your eyelids and making you drowsy—was now just a memory. Worry was enough to sober you up again.

You unlocked the door to room 22 and immediately heard the hairdryer running. The room was tidier than when you had left. Taehyung had straightened the flowered sheets on the double bed and organized the clothes that had been scattered everywhere. A small white lamp lit the room. You kicked off your black Vans and went barefoot. The red carpet felt rough under the soles of your feet as you made your way to the bathroom.

Taehyung sat on the edge of the white bathtub, hairdryer in hand. The bruises on his face looked more purple than they had two hours earlier. The left corner of his mouth still held a small pool of blood.

He wore black pants, a white tracksuit, and his usual denim jacket with camouflage sweatshirt sleeves. The jacket was open, giving you a glimpse of his abdomen and chest. If you hadn’t been so angry, you probably would have kissed him.

“You took so long, I started to get worried,” he said as he turned off the hairdryer.

You shrugged, disappointment etched across your face. You needed space after all the mess Taehyung had caused. The image of your boyfriend fighting at the bar down the street was still fresh in your mind.

“I brought the things you need.” You dropped the bag on the blue sink and turned away.

You sat on the bed, the spring mattress swaying under your weight. You turned on the TV to a random channel, needing the noise to distract your thoughts. You thought about how you were a complete cliché—the pastor’s daughter who fell for the bad boy.

You clearly remembered the first time you saw Taehyung. You were waiting outside the religious bookstore where your mother bought Bibles to distribute to the church children. He walked down the main street of Paso Robles with his right hand hidden in his pocket. He wore a red leather jacket, black jeans, and black pointed-toe boots. His left eyebrow bore a nasty cut, and his jaw was bruised purple. Even so, he was the most handsome man you had ever seen.

He felt your eyes on him and looked straight at you as he raised his head. His serious expression broke into a bright smile that made your heart skip a beat. You blushed and ran inside the bookstore. Taehyung stopped at the shop window, feigning interest. When he caught your eye again, he winked at you and walked away.

After that day, you never had peace again. To the despair of your father—and all the parents—Taehyung began attending church. He went to services and youth group meetings, though no one quite understood why he was there. The troublemaker entered silently and left the same way, never causing a scene. After a while, he started talking to you—and only you.

Despite your father’s sermons and your mother’s careful pleas, you couldn’t help falling in love with the town’s bad boy.

Taehyung was careful. He never raised his voice and treated you like a queen. You never believed you could change him—at least you weren’t that naïve. You knew about his shady dealings, yet you never let yourself become part of them. He preferred it that way. He respected you, never trying to lead you astray. Quite the opposite: he wanted to protect you at all costs from the life he lived.

Your parents didn’t believe him. When your father found Taehyung at your house, he drove him out with punches and shouts—violence Taehyung never returned.

The last straw came when your father locked you in your own room. “It’s for your own good!” he said while you banged on the door and begged to be let out.

A few nights later, your mother helped you escape. She made you promise to keep in touch whenever you could. Taehyung waited on the street, a black car loaded with your belongings. He hugged your mother and thanked her, showing a closeness you had never imagined existed between them.

You and Taehyung left without looking in the rearview mirror.

Even knowing him well, you hoped he would be good to you—that he would keep the promise he made before you left your hometown. Lately, though, everything that happened seemed to confirm your worst fears.

Maybe—just maybe—you should have listened to your father.

The bedroom phone rang, startling you. Taehyung came out of the bathroom and answered it.

“Hi, it’s me,” he said. “Yeah, we’re fine. And you? Did you get the house keys?”

From his tone, you realized he was talking to his older brother.

Almost two months earlier, when you and Taehyung left Paso Robles, Namjoon and his fiancée had also left—just hours before you. The brothers wanted to start over far from their problems, so they packed up and disappeared for good.

“I think it’ll take us another two days…” Taehyung glanced at you. “She won’t let me go any faster. But we’ll be there soon, don’t worry.”

He listened quietly for a moment, nodding now and then.

“Okay. Yeah. Tell Sam I said hi” he said before hanging up. “Hey…” He turned fully toward you.

You refused to look at him.

“What do I need to do for you to forgive me?” he sighed, stepping closer. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away.

Accepting defeat, Taehyung grabbed a pillow and headed back to the bathroom, leaving the bed to you.

He was far too big for the bathtub, but the alternatives were worse. He settled in awkwardly, already anticipating the back pain he’d feel in the morning.

In the bedroom, you changed out of your black leggings and cotton T-shirt and into your baby pink silk nightgown trimmed with lace. You fluffed your pillow and slipped under the thin blankets. The clock read past midnight. Exhausted, you closed your eyes and waited for sleep, hoping the ceiling fan would lull you.

One hour passed. Then two. Then three.

Your body stayed tense, your thoughts restless. You realized you couldn’t sleep while you were angry with Taehyung. You needed to talk. You needed to fix things.

In your heart, he was already forgiven. You couldn’t stay mad at the man who had spent months winning you over—the one who snuck through your bedroom window, whose kisses made your heart race, who defended you even when you disapproved of his methods.

Taehyung would do anything for you, and you needed to acknowledge that.

You got up and walked quietly to the bathroom. The black-and-white tiles were cold under your bare feet. Taehyung lay curled in the bathtub, legs propped up against the wall, lost in thought. Your heart raced at the sight of him.

“I’m sorry, angel” he said before you could speak.

The nickname made you close your eyes. He’d started calling you that early on—said you were his guardian angel. Cheesy, maybe, but you loved it.

“You promised me a peaceful life,” you said softly. “I understand your reasons, but tonight didn’t make me feel safe.”

He exhaled slowly. “I know. Forgive me.” He sat up, looking like a scolded puppy. “I’m trying. You make me want to be a better man. I swear I’m trying.”

You finally met his eyes, studying his bruises with concern.

“It’s okay,” you said. “Let’s forget about it and sleep together.”

His smile made your chest ache.

“Can I get a kiss to make up after our first fight?”

You rolled your eyes but leaned in, kissing him gently. When he tried to deepen it, you stopped him, remembering his injury.

“You’re hurt.” You kissed the bruise on his eyebrow. “Wait until it heals.”

“I can still do other things…” he teased, hands at your waist.

Your face burned red.

“Like what? Want to show me?”

His eyes widened before he stood, guiding you back to the bed. “With pleasure.”

He sat against the headboard, watching you with hungry attention. You climbed onto his lap, one strap of your nightgown slipping from your shoulder.

You kissed his neck, intoxicated by his cologne. His hands traced your body, slow and deliberate, until your hips moved together in search of relief. You slid his jacket off, kissing his shoulders. He shuddered, desire surging. When he leaned in to kiss you, you caught his chin—stopping him just in time.

"You said you were going to do other things…"

He chuckled, enjoying seeing your bossy side emerge.

"I know, but I felt like kissing you." Realizing you would remain inflexible, he brought his full lips close to your ear before purring: "Or I can move on to the next item on my list and masturbate you until you regret not kissing me."

This time, it was you who trembled. The deep tone and the indecent proposal stirred something in your lower belly. You bit your lower lip and nodded, which put a crooked smile on Taehyung's face.

With a fluid movement, you repositioned on the bed, with you lying down and Taehyung beside you, his left arm supporting your head.

He traced your thigh with his fingers, the light touches causing shivers. His right hand moved up your body and pulled down the straps of your nightgown, exposing your covered breasts. Immediately he began to play with the hard nipples. He sucked, licked, and pinched them several times until your sighs became more audible.

His fingers moved down again, searching for the hem of the nightgown. Taehyung traced your lower lips through the soft fabric, making you tremble in anticipation of what was to come. The boy pushed the garment up and gasped when he realized you hadn't been wearing panties the whole time.

Without wasting any more time, began to touch your wetness. You shuddered and let your body fall back, moving closer to Taehyung. He avoided your clitoris, to tease, and you swallowed a frustrated sound. Carefully, he inserted his middle finger into you.

The light stimulation was enough to keep you drunk in the sexual haze, surrendering rational faculties to your body's immediate response. Taehyung added another finger, making the wet noises louder.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

"Please." You nodded, moaning softly.

Taehyung complied and began stimulating your clitoris with firm, circular motions. You gripped his arm tightly, needing to hold onto something to avoid completely losing your mind.

His slender fingers curved in just the right way, rubbing and caressing the spongy spot inside. You threw your head back, the pleasurable sensation only intensifying as you headed towards the abyss of orgasm, writhing beneath Taehyung as he thrusted his fingers in at just the right rhythm. You could feel the pent-up tension wanting to be released, but one thing was missing for everything to align and you finally reach the sweet release you so desperately needed.

"Kiss me, please."

The smug smile that spread across Taehyung's face was almost enough to push you over the edge.

Once again, he yielded to your request and pressed his lips to yours fervently. Whether the bruise on the corner of his mouth hurt, Taehyung couldn't say. The pent-up lust weighted more, and all he wanted was to lose himself in the arms of the woman he loved. Your tongues intertwined, eliciting moans and sighs from both of you.

After a few more moments, you orgasmed hard. Your thighs trembled, and you squeezed Taehyung's bicep even tighter. He rested his forehead against yours and gradually slowed his movements, helping you navigate the sensations that made your body vibrate in a unique way.

Taehyung planted soft kisses along your neck, moving up the jawline and sealing your lips in an almost innocent kiss. The bad boy almost hummed with satisfaction. He looked at you, and the adoring gaze you gave him made his heart skip a beat in his chest.

Deciding he needed to be closer to you, he began to rub his hip against your thigh.

"Take that off," you asked, pulling at the waistband of his jeans.

In an instant, the piece of clothing, along with the black underwear, ended up on the bedroom floor. Taking advantage of the moment, you took off your nightgown, finally becoming completely naked.

You stared at your boyfriend's hard cock. Even though it wasn't your first time, you were still a little impressed by its size.

"My eyes are up here, you know?"

Your face flushed and contorted into an embarrassed expression that Taehyung found adorable.

"I know,” you rolled your eyes, contradicting your docile persona. "Stop talking and put the condom on."

"Yes ma'am."

Taehyung didn't understand where all the unusual boldness came from, but he liked that bossy and sexy you.

He carefully slid the condom on, and you returned to your initial position, sitting on his lap. Taehyung grabbed your ass with desire and guided the back-and-forth movement on his lap and you kissed again.

His head rubbed against your clitoris, causing your toes to curl with pleasure. You felt sensitive after the first orgasm, and Taehyung noticed how breathless you became. Smiling, he held his own member and drew circles over the sensitive nub mercilessly. He nibbled at your exposed neck, the light stubble scraping against your soft skin and making you shiver even more.

The following actions came easily, as if your muscles still remembered the intimate nights you had shared. Taehyung began stimulating your clitoris with his fingers, helping you relax as he slowly began to penetrate you.

Your hands flew to his meaty chest, fingers curling and nails digging into his flesh with enough pressure to make him let out a hoarse groan.

You sank down completely, him being inside you to the hilt. You gasped at the sensation of being completely filled. He was big, splitting you open with enough girth to cause slight discomfort. But you knew that soon enough that would turn into pleasure.

You kissed again as you began to bounce slowly, supported by Taehyung's hands on you ass. Gradually, you increased the pace, making it impossible to continue the kiss without your teeth colliding.

Taehyung closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on the movements and on reaching orgasm. When he noticed you were losing strength, he reversed the positions.

The sheet felt warm against your bare back. Your skin was slightly sweaty, but neither you nor Taehyung cared. Kneeling on the mattress, the man settled between your legs and penetrated you fully with a firm thrust.

You wrapped one leg around his hip and pulled him closer. Taehyung covered your mouth with his own, pleased with the closeness. He moved his hips again, this time reaching new spots inside you.

He fixed his eyes on your face, eager to see your pleasured expressions, from your eyes closing tightly to your half-open mouth as you gasped.

He took his time to pleasure you, moving slowly in and out, carefully building tension as you clung tighter and tighter to him. The way your leg rested against his waist deepened the angle of the thrusts. Taehyung began to feel his own orgasm drawing closer and started going faster, going deeper each time he thrust out and back in.

A few more quick, relentless thrusts and your back arched against him, moaning his name incessantly, nails digging into his back as you came. He allowed himself to get lost in the sensation and reached his climax soon after. The thrusts became sloppy as he finally let his body enjoy the dopamine coursing through his veins.

Taehyung's face nestled against your neck, and you ran your fingers through his hair. The world became calm, serene.

"I love you," your sweet voice whispered the words against your boyfriend's ear.

Taehyung felt like he was on cloud nine. And although he knew that the hormones coursing through his veins were helping, he was also certain that you were the responsible for everything.

"I love you too, angel," he declared, placing a tender kiss on your neck. "More than you can imagine."

Several minutes passed in the same position until you decided you needed a shower. Taehyung went along, thinking he could get shower sex, but you were determined to wash up and sleep.

Dressed only in his plaid pajama bottoms, Taehyung slipped under the rumpled covers. He unwrapped a lollipop and began sucking on it—it had become his new obsession as he tried to quit smoking the cigarettes you hated so much.

You returned to the room wearing the nightgown you had discarded earlier. You smelled of lavender and clean cotton, scents that always soothed Taehyung’s restlessness.

“What’s with the lollipop?” you asked, your eyes fixed on his tempting lips.

Taehyung smiled around the candy, slow and teasing, before sliding it out of his mouth. “Doctor’s orders,” he said softly. “I’m trying to quit smoking… for you.”

You smiled softly and leaned closer, brushing a gentle kiss against his lips, lingering just long enough to feel his breath hitch.

The sweetness of the lollipop mixed with warmth and familiarity, making Taehyung let out a quiet laugh as he pulled you into his arms. His thumb traced slow, lazy circles against your hip beneath the covers, a touch meant to comfort more than to rush.

You rested your head on his shoulder, your body finally relaxing against his. The tension drained out of you slowly, replaced by a familiar warmth—the kind that felt like home, even in a cheap motel room with flickering lights and thin walls.

Wrapped in shared warmth, soft kisses, and unspoken promises, you drifted to sleep together—safe, loved, and quietly certain that this kind of tenderness was worth everything.

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© btsvt-bar, 2026

warnings ꩜ smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names (dear husband/wife, my love, pretty boy), bathtub sex, wine drinking. pfw mingyu should be a warning himself.

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The streetlights cast a golden glow over cobblestone alleys as you walk side by side along the Seine, enjoying your first vacation as an actual couple.

Mingyu’s white pants catch the soft light, sharp and crisp against the dark pavement. His black vest is left open at the front, revealing just enough of his chest to make your pulse quicken. The black blazer drapes casually over his shoulders, the perfect mix of elegance and mystery.

You glance at him sideways.

"You look dangerous tonight."

He smirks, that familiar spark in his eyes. "You know I’m dangerous only if you want me to be".

His hand finds yours, fingers curling around yours like they belong there. The cool Paris air brushes against your skin, but with Mingyu close, you feel nothing but warmth.

Ahead, a street musician plays a soulful melody on his saxophone. The notes drift through the night like a secret only the city knows. Mingyu pulls you gently toward a small café terrace bathed in fairy lights.

"One more glass of wine?" he offers, voice low and inviting.

You nod, your fingers still entwined. Sitting close together, you watch the Seine flow endlessly beneath the bridges — and somewhere in the middle of the night, surrounded by the timeless city, the two of you exist in your own world.

He leans in, his breath warm against your ear.

"Paris suits you".

You smile, brushing your lips lightly against his cheek.

"And you, Mingyu, are impossible to resist".

His laughter is soft, but full of promise. His caramel colored skin glowed under the yellow lights, and his newly dyed brown hair suited him perfectly. Mingyu presented as the perfect walking and talking sin and you are ready to let him devour you.

The music from the saxophone swells around you both, wrapping the moment in a kind of intimacy that feels almost too delicate to touch. His eyes—dark and intense—meet yours, and there’s something in them, a challenge, a promise. The world around you fades for a second, leaving only the warmth of his touch, the sound of his breath near your ear, and the soft clink of glass as the waiter pours your wine.

He raises his glass, the dark liquid catching the light just enough to show its depth. "To us," he says, a quiet certainty in his voice that sends a shiver through your spine.

You take a sip, the wine smooth on your tongue, but you can’t tear your gaze from him. There's a pull there, something magnetic that you can’t quite place, but it's unmistakable. You find yourself leaning in closer, drawn to the warmth of his body, to the way the shadows play on his face as he watches you. His lips curl into a knowing smile, and before you can second-guess yourself, you reach forward, brushing your lips against his.

It's slow at first, just a whisper of contact, but then the heat takes over, and his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. Your breath mingles, and for a moment, everything is just him—just the taste of him, the feel of him, the way his heartbeat quickens when you're near.

"Careful," he murmurs against your lips, "you might get more of me than you bargained for."

But there's no hesitation in your response. "Maybe I’m exactly looking for that."

The corner of his mouth tilts up in a grin, the playful tension between you both growing. He sits back slightly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the rim of his glass as he watches you. "I think," he says, voice dark with intention, "we should go back to the apartment."

You let out a soft laugh, the sound floating through the cool air. "Are you that desperate already?"

Mingyu's eyes darken, and for a split second, you can feel the weight of his words before he says anything else.

"I’m not desperate," he replies, the hint of a challenge in his voice. "I’m just… eager. You might not be ready for what happens next."

You lean in closer, the space between you now almost nonexistent. "Well, now you’ve got my attention," you say, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

Mingyu’s hand finds your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it with surprising tenderness before guiding it up to his chest, just over his steady heartbeat. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you" he murmurs, a soft rasp in his tone, sending a shiver down your spine.

Without a word, he stands up, extending his hand to you. The playful tension has shifted, now replaced by something more intense, more certain. "Come on," he says, his voice low, almost a command, but you know it’s an invitation you’re more than willing to accept.

Your fingers slip into his, and you let him guide you back home, the night stretching out ahead of you, full of endless possibilities.

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The bathroom of your Saint-Germain vacation apartment is spacious, lit by candles that Mingyu lit while you were showering. White marble, mirrors fogged with steam, chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle your favorite rosé wine. The bathtub stands at the center like a modern sanctuary of relaxation.

You step into the warm water first, letting out a soft sigh. Mingyu joins you moments later, positioning himself behind you, your legs naturally entangled.

"This place feels like a dream sometimes," you murmur.

"It’s not the place" Mingyu whispers in your ear. "It’s who you’re with."

He runs his fingers down your arm gently, then follows the path of the water along your collarbone, trailing lower with deliberate slowness. The steam around you feels like an extension of the heat growing between your bodies.

You turn around to give him a kiss, but accidentally spill some wine in the bathtub. You two laugh softly together, and Mingyu just kisses your face. Suddenly you realize: you’re both drunk — not just from the wine, but from each other.

Mingyu stares at you for a moment, unhurried, as if memorizing you — and then kisses you, slow and deep, a kiss that carries both tenderness and urgency. His hands disappear beneath the water. Your bodies align effortlessly, time falling away as the city glows faintly through the fogged windows.

The water ripples gently with your movements, your laughter giving way to quiet moans, breathy sighs, and soft murmurs. Your love is no longer new — but still full of discovery, still burning, still real.

The warmth of the water wraps around you like a soft embrace, but it’s Mingyu’s hands that truly make you feel weightless. His fingers trace lazy patterns down your back, sending shivers that have nothing to do with the temperature. You lean back into him, your skin flush against his chest, hearts beating in sync.

His breath fans your neck as he murmurs "You feel like home."

You close your eyes and let the sensation wash over you — the mix of heat, scent, sound, everything melding into a perfect moment. You can taste the wine still lingering on your lips when he kisses your neck slowly, deliberately, making your breath hitch.

"I want you inside me" your voice comes out moany and trembling with bottled up need. Mingyu chuckles, his hips grinding against yours in a slow motion.

"I thought I was the desperate one?" He mocks your words from an hour ago. You rolls your eyes and hit him lightly on his chest.

"That’s it, I’m leaving" you try to get up, but Mingyu is stronger and locks you in place. He pulls you fully into his arms, knowing damn well you’re just teasing.

"Such a hothead" he pecks your lips. "I’ll give you what I promised. Just let me make love to you first."

Of course you’ll let him. You can’t deny him, ever.

Finally, you whisper, breathless, "Anything you want, dear husband".

Mingyu lifts your hips enough to slide in with ease. You both sight with the feeling, him being buried inside to the hilt. The water makes it easy for you to bounce on him, but Mingyu guides you up and down his cocks anyways.

The city outside hums softly — a distant echo to the quiet symphony you’re creating. Time blurs. The wine, the water, his touch — all weaving a story told without words, only skin, lips, and the slow dance of two hearts perfectly entwined.

Sensing you’re close to cumming, Mingyu circles your clit in eight figures. You clamp down on his cock, the tightness of his sliding heightening both your pleasures.

"Come for me, my love. I want to feel you falling apart around me" his raspy voice scratches something inside your brain, making you trip over the edge.

You slump a little, but Mingyu picks up his pace and fills you up with his white creamy seed in no time. You tremble at the feeling and you both stay connected.

Mingyu’s fingers brush your hair back, his smile warm and happy.

"I love you too much, dear wife."

"I love you too, pretty boy."

You rest your head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart being the only rhythm you need. And as the night fades into dawn, you feel a love that’s deep, real, and endlessly beautiful.

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© btsvt-bar, 2025

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fuckboy!wonwoo who’s obviously whipped, but won't admit to it. when you say your hookup was a one time thing, he gets lowkey upset, but pretends he doesn’t care.

fuckboy!wonwoo who stops following you around like a puppy. he misses being around you, but he’s stubborn and decides it’s for the best if he takes some time away to get over you.

fuckboy!wonwoo who gets really drunk at this one frat party and kisses some random girl. in his head, he pretends it’s you. however, it’s not as good as it was with you on your night together.

you see the pathetic scene from across the room and roll your eyes at him. if you’re being honest, you expected him to chase after you. so you’re kinda disappointed when he walked away.

Nayeon sees your sour expression and nudges you lightly. "You should’ve told him how you feel" your sunbae comments while you take a large sip from your beer.

"He’s not interested, I chose well when I decided to keep my mouth shut" you reply before turning your back, deciding you had enough of Wonwoo drama for the night.

fuckboy!wonwoo who scans the room to see if you were watching. He feels his blood boiling when the realizes you’re chatting with his friend DK at some secluded corner.

fuckboy!wonwoo who leaves the party. You really ruined the night for him.

fuckboy!wonwoo who locks himself in his room for the rest of the weekend. It’s been a while since he played so much videogames, but he needed the distraction.

fuckboy!wonwoo who sees you walking around campus with DK by your side. he feels so fucking jealous when he sees you laughing and smiling so cutely at Dokyeom.

It’s Friday night and you’re at another frat party. You’re outside chilling with DK by the pool, with your legs inside the warm water.

"Have you noticed he’s obsessed with you?" DK points out, grabbing your attention from whatever Mina was saying.

"Who?" You play dumb.

"Wonwoo" the brunette sips from his cup. "He can’t stop looking our way".

You shrug. "He doesn’t care, he’s made it clear".

DK scoffs, sporting an incredulous look. "You don’t possibly believe that".

"I do" you try to convince yourself more than DK.

"Want me to prove you wrong?" DK smiled slyly. "How about we kiss? You’ll see he’ll lose his shit".

You analyze the boy by your side, from his prominent nose, cute crescent-shaped eyes and large smile. Dokyeom is handsome, eager to kiss you and you honestly would like to kiss him too.

"I’m not a home wrecker" you say, thinking about preserving DK’s and Wonwoo’s friendship.

"We don’t live together." That’s all it takes for you to throw your best sense out the window and pull DK in for a heated kiss.

fuckboy!wonwoo who sees the exact moment you kiss his friend. He lets his beer cup fall from his hand, wetting his and Jeonghan’s sneakers.

"What the fuck?!"

Jeonghan follows his gaze and lets out an amused laugh. "Looks like our Kyeomie got what we all wanted!"

fuckboy!wonwoo who gets up early the next morning and goes straight to your dorm. He spent the night raging and came to realize he likes you and wants to be with you.

fuckboy!wonwoo who knocks on your dorm door and wakes you up. Your hair’s disheveled and your eyes are barely open when you answer it.

"Wonwoo? Did something hap-"

"I like you, Y/N. I really, really, like you and it killed me to see you with someone else last night" he cuts you off and spits out his confession before he could chicken out.

You blink slowly, your face scrunched up in a confused expression. "You what?"

"I like you. I lied when I said that night was a one time thing for me, because it wasn’t. I only said that because you said it first".

"I only said that because I thought that’s what you wanted". You notice some people are crowding the hallway, listening to your conversation. "It’s better if you come in".

fuckboy!wonwoo who shuts the door behind him. Your roommate is nowhere to be seen, and it makes him feel more comfortable.

"Look, me kissing DK meant nothing. It was a dumb idea, I didn’t want to hurt you".

"It’s ok. I was — well, am — jealous, but it’s ok" His cheeks tint red at his confession. "But you can make it up to me".

fuckboy!wonwoo who basically jumps you when you allow him to. He gets you both naked in no time, sliding between your legs and kissing down your body.

fuckboy!wonwoo who eats you out diligently, licking and sucking on your lower lips and clit with enough expertise to make you see white in no time. He keeps teasing your fluttering whole with his thick fingers, but never gives you what you want.

fuckboy!wonwoo who can’t wait to get inside you and turns down a blowjob. "We can do that later" he promises and he positions himself at your entrance.

He pushes in slowly, making you both moan out loud. You’re sure everyone is listening to what you’re doing, but you honestly don’t give a damn.

When Wonwoo bottoms out, his hips move hard and quickly.

fuckboy!wonwoo who grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers. You smile brightly and, with your free hand, pulls he in for a loving kiss.

fuckboy!wonwoo who makes you cum first before letting himself go. He pulls out and empties his balls on your stomach, you’re so spent that you don’t even mind.

He falls by your side on your small bed, sparing a few moments to catch his breath. He lays so still you think he fell asleep, but he sits up and asks "Do you have wet wipes?"

fuckboy!wonwoo who cleans you up and helps you get dressed again. He puts his dark blue boxers back on and cuddles you, feeling his eyelids weighting a thousand pounds.

"Nonu?" you call him by the nickname only you used. "Yeah, pretty?"

"What are we?" you ask with a shy tone. You needed to be sure, so you could rest. Wonwoo gets up on his elbow to look at you before answering:

"Boyfriend and girlfriend." He states. "But give me a few hours so I can ask you properly. You deserve something better than this".

fuckboy!wonwoo who nearly melts down when you smile so prettily at him. You kiss him again, feeling super happy.

Wonwoo lays down again and pulls you close to his chest, almost instantly falling asleep with you on his arms.

fuckboy!wonwoo who sneaks out to buy flowers, chocolate and a huge bear so he can officially ask you out.

The next day, everyone is talking about how the shy angel managed to tame the infamous fuckboy.

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warnings ꩜ smut, threesome, hybrid, vampirism, oral (f. receiving), masturbation (f. receiving), dacryphilia, overstimulation, edging, pet names (hers: princess, sweetheart, baby, little bunny | his: master - seungcheol, sir - jeonghan), ears sensivity, punishment sex, yandere seungcheol and jeonghan, biting. lmk if i forgot something important.

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It was a cold November night when you first met Seungcheol and Jeonghan. You were walking home from work, all by yourself. For a few weeks, you had been having a feeling you're being followed, your bunny senses alerting you danger was near. But, every time you looked back, the streets were empty.

Initially, you thought you were being paranoid. Except you weren’t. That night, when you were hours away from your heat striking, the vampires presented themselves and offered to help you. And you, with a fuzzy mind clouded by lust, accepted their help.

They had the energy to bang you hard for as long as you needed. The next two days were dedicated to satiating all of your carnal desires. The vampire duo fucked you into unconsciousness, you slept for a few hours and woke up to do it all over again. In the few moments you weren't sleeping or getting railed, they fed and showered you. When you came back to your senses, you thought it was cute of them, and saw their actions as caring.

You started to learn more about them. Seungcheol's the oldest one, the master. He turned Jeonghan a long time ago, at his request, and they've been friends ever since. They got along really well, one being almost an extension of the other.

They were nice to you, showered you with gifts and attention. That's how they caught you in their web. You were so blinded by the things that shine, you didn't see the warning signs until it was too late. It was when you first disobeyed them that you saw them for what they are: dangerous predators.

To your shock, you found out they had been stalking you for a long time, and how deeply obsessed they were. You found a box full of objects you deemed as lost, from hair clips, to pajamas, unfinished books and even used underwear. It scared you, but it also mesmerized you in the same proportion.

Jeonghan caught you going through their—well, your—stuff and things got ugly. Him and Seungcheol punished you that night, overworking your body like never before, but not before scaring the living shit out of you. The following day, after you woke up, they acted like it never happened, except from one snarky remark from Seungcheol: "If you ever disobey us again, we won't be so forgiving".

You did your best to be a good girl, partially because you liked them and the perks of them taking care of you, partially because you were scared of what they could do. As time passed, they became increasingly more possessive. Seungcheol more than Jeonghan, and you assumed it has something to do with their creator-creature dynamic.

Seungcheol acted like he was more entitled to you. Like you were his first, and Jeonghan's second. He bossed both of you around any chance he got. The youngest vampire didn't seem to mind, unless it had to do with you. You swear you've seen him rolling his eyes when the other made some possessive remark.

Even with all the issues, you became attached. On the days they were in an exceptionally good mood, you were allowed to call them Cheol and Hannie, like they referred to the other. You tried your best to earn the right, aiming to please them as much as you could.

Now, you've been living with them for over a year. You're used to their house rules, to their moody humor.

This morning, you opened your eyes to Seungcheol waking you up for college. He allowed you to keep attending, and one of them always followed you around, hidden in the shadows. As soon as your brain started functioning again, you remembered you wanted to ask him something.

You have this friend, Minghao, who's a bunny hybrid like you. You don't have many bunny hybrid friends, your species being a rare one. Obviously, you want to be close to him. But Cheol and Hannie don't like him, and told you to stay away.

You decided to ask one more time if you could go to Minghao's birthday party. As soon as the words came out of your mouth, Seungcheol broke a mug with his bare hands.

"I told you, you can't. Don't push me, princess" he barked as he shot you a glacial look. His dark red eyes glistened with anger, so you apologized and left for college at once.

Jeonghan's the one following you around, but he usually keeps his distance. You know he's there somewhere, but you also feel like he gives you a little bit more privacy than Seungcheol does.

You try your best not to pout sadly when your friends start talking about their plans for the night.

"Why the sad face, Y/N?" Jun, a cat hybrid, asks when he notices you went quiet.

"It's sad I'm not able to go."

"Why don't you sneak out?" Minnie suggests. "We can pick you up and drop you off after."

"They'll be in the house, it's impossible." You explain, kind of wishing that Cheol and Hannie had some vampire meeting or whatever to attend to.

"It's ok, we can have lunch to celebrate tomorrow." Minghao reassures you with a kind smile and you try your best to return the gesture, but you're sure you just made a weird face.

You spot Jeonghan waiting by a tree, so you say your goodbyes and go home.

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It seemed some higher being decided to make your wish come true. A few hours later, Seungcheol told you him and Jeonghan had to go out. He didn't give a reason, and you didn't ask.

You decided to give voice to your insanity and that's the reason why you sneaked out when the clock hit 7pm. You know Seungcheol said no to your request, but you decided to ignore him and go to Minghao's birthday party anyway.

You were excited to see Minghao. He's the first bunny hybrid you're able to be friends with, and you wanted to be close to him all the time.

So, to make sure you wouldn't get caught by your vampire owners, you decided to be back by 10pm. Whenever they went out, they'd stay out until dawn. If they never caught you, you'd be fine.

Obviously, that's not what happens.

You close the window shut with a quiet thud, thinking you succeeded in your scapade. But then, much to your horror, your bedlight flickers on.

Seungcheol sports a calm expression. Which, by experience, is much worse than him looking angry. A hundred times worse. Jeonghan is nowhere to be seen, and that's also bad news.

"Had fun?" His voice comes out in a controlled tone. He stands up from the corner chair he was sitting on, and you unconsciously take a step back, hitting the closed window. "Did he enjoy seeing you?"

You stay silent, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

"What's his name again?" Seungcheol muses, his head pending to the side as he analyses your outfit. You put on a cute pink dress, one that highlighted your boobs. Also, you curled your hair a bit and it looked really angelic framing your face and black bunny ears.

"I think it's Minghao." You're startled by Jeonghan's voice. He entered the room so silently, you didn't even notice him leaning against the doorframe. "He smells horrid, if you ask me".

You see Seungcheol's nose flaring a bit, his vampire sense scenting the funky smell on you from the distance. He wrinkled his nose, disgusted by it. "Did you let him touch you, princess?"

You shake your head. Minghao did try to kiss you when you bid him goodbye, but you dodged him. This voice inside your head—one you were sure wasn't actually yours—reprimanded you by saying your master would be pissed off.

"Bunny got your tongue?" Jeonghan's venous voice reaches you. "Answer us when we ask you something".

"I didn't". You answer while looking down, too scared to face them. "I just gave him a birthday hug, nothing more. I swear." Your whole body trembles so much, it's amazing how your quiet voice didn't come out shaky as well.

Seungcheol approaches you. You see his toes in front of you, and keep still, waiting for his next move. Both vampires can clearly scent your fear and Jeonghan—who's usually the cruelest one when annoyed—let's out an amused laugh.

"It's her clothes that reek" the older vampire says while looking at his friend.

"Make her take them off, then." Jeonghan suggests. "She looks better naked, anyways".

Seungcheol rips the dress off of your body and you let out a surprised squeal. The vampire discards the destroyed clothing to the side. You're trembling harder, so he pets your bunny ears to calm you down.

"Or you could do that." Jeonghan comments and licks his lips at the sight of your exposed breasts. "I think you should punish her".

Mentally, you curse Jeonghan. Him and his damned sharp tongue. You would never dare to say it out loud, but sometimes you really hated the youngest vampire in the room. Being the oldest of them, Cheol was always the one to call the shots. Although, Jeonghan usually made sure to bring his input to every situation.

"I think so too. After all, she did go against my orders, didn't she?"

You muster courage to shoot a dirty look at Jeonghan. His wicked smile gets bigger, finding your reaction amusing.

"You know what's coming, don't you princess?" Cheol pulls the waistband of your panties and let it snap back on your skin. You let out a whine that makes both vampires laugh quietly.

"I know, master." You easily fall into your submission role, feeling his power irradiating towards you. Seungcheol hums in a satisfied way.

"Get in position, sweetheart." He commands and you scramble around to lay down on your back on your shared bed. You slide your panties off, stripping completely. You spread your legs a bit, inviting Seungcheol over.

"Did you get it?" The older vampire glances at his friend. Jeonghan nods and reveals the black vibrator he’d went to fetch before your arrival.

Your pussy tingles at the sight of it, your body remembering the way the rubber toy made you feel. Some slick comes out of your cunt, and you feel uncomfortable being so exposed. You hadn’t noticed, being too scared to think of anything else, but the whole situation also got you really wet for the vampires in front of you.

Meanwhile, Cheol runs his fingers on your wet folds, and starts to finger you slowly. Wet noises fill the room, and you whimper quietly at the stimulation. He neglects your clit, making you grow frustrated. When he feels he’s stretched you out enough, he turns the vibrator on.

"You know the drill. If you cum, things will get ugly." He states as he slides the toy into you. The buzzing feels good, and you know you’re gonna have a hard time. Seungcheol replaces his hand with yours and you start moving the toy in and out of you. "Have fun, but not too much". With that, him and Jeonghan leave your shared bedroom.

You know they’ll be listening from the room next door, and you can't help but let out a few moans and whimpers. Out of all punishments they came up with, having you play with yourself while using sex toys and not being allowed to cum is the most challenging one. You had to edge yourself for the time they wanted, and if you failed to not cum, they’d be really, really, hard on you.

"Keep playing with yourself, baby" Jeonghan commands from the other room, his voice ringing in your head and reaching you in the middle of your fuzzy thoughts. You search around for the vibrator you let slip off of your hands, and place it on your clit.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but you’re toeing around the edge for what it feels like the hundredth time and it’s getting harder and harder to resist your orgasm.

A few more minutes pass by and Seungcheol enters the room. Your mind is cloudy and your legs shaking uncontrollably. Your pussy feels swollen and unbearably wet. "Time’s up." He announces and you stop your ministrations on yourself.

Once again, Jeonghan’s leaning against the door frame. The youngest vampire waits for Seungcheol’s instructions.

"You did well for us, princess." Seungcheol praises you and pets your bunny ears again. You already feel spent, your eyes closing happily as he caresses your sensitive ears.

"Thank you, master".

The vampire manhandles you so you’re laying on your stomach. He puts a pillow under you for support, and now your ass is up and exposed.

"Hannie?" The oldest calls for the other. Jeonghan hums. "Do you want to go first?"

Jeonghan practically runs to you. The mattress sinks when he hops on the bed, getting closer. His cold hands grab your ass and you shiver from the temperature difference. "What do you want me to do?"

Seungcheol sits on the corner chair again, choosing to just observe for now. "Punish her any way you want".

Another shiver runs down your spine. Jeonghan is a wild card, he can do literally anything. The vampire takes his time to undress, choosing to stay with his black boxers on.

He starts by running his hand on your back, enjoying how soft and warm your skin feels. "Is my little bunny scared?" He blows the question in your year, making you shiver again. You nod in agreement.

"Don’t be. I’ll punish you, but you’ll like it." His breathy laugh makes your cheeks heat up with the memory of all punishments you enjoyed before.

He spreads your butt cheeks and licks a long stripe from your clit to your entrance, collecting your juices with his tongue. You whine loudly, already feeling so good. His hands grip you so tightly you’re sure you’ll have bruises tomorrow, but it slips out of your mind when Jeonghan’s tongue prods at your entrance.

You clench slightly and he chuckles at the sight, loving how responsive you are. Pulling you up a bit, Jeonghan lays on the bed and positions himself on his back with his face directly under your dripping cunt.

The vampire starts to make out with your pussy, sucking and nibbling and licking at his own pace. You press yourself down on his face, trying to get as much pleasure as you could. He slips two fingers in and you mewl his name.

"Si-ir I’m re-really close" your crying out comes as a stutter, your mind barely registers what you want to say. Jeonghan knows your body well enough to edge you until you’re nearly exploding, only to pull away and leave you frustrated once again.

When he moves from his position, your body falls limp on the mattress. A desperate shriek leaves your lips, tears threatening to fall from your lust hazed eyes.

"Crying already?" Jeonghan coos in a mocking tone. "We haven’t even started yet, baby." He gives your butt a light slap and you feel the vampire move around the bed.

The buzzing of the vibrator reaches your ears again, and you try to brace yourself for what’s coming next.

Jeonghan flips you so you’re on your back again. He starts slowly, moving the toy around on your sensitive skin. He spreads your legs a bit and teases your folds, running it up and down. Then, he lightly rubs it on your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. You can feel your bunny ears twitch with pleasure and Jeonghan notices too, so he reaches out and pets them in an almost loving manner.

"Sir, please" you beg him to do something, anything. You just needed him to put out the fire running through your veins.

"What do we think, Cheollie?"

Suddenly you’re reminded of the presence of the other vampire. You’ve been so consumed by Jeonghan and his ministrations that you literally forgot about him.

"She can take more." His voice is cold and uninterested.

Jeonghan’s wicked smile is painted by your juices. He looks beautiful with your slick all over his mouth and chin, and you can only think about how he’d look covered in blood.

"So come help me then" the youngest one calls. Seungcheol sighs, annoyed at his friend.

"You can never do things on your own, can you?"

You feel the power shift when the oldest vampire approaches. He exudes an energy that’s different from Jeonghan’s. It’s almost suffocating to your senses, but it also turns you on even more. You feel more slick dripping out and running down your ass, wetting the bedsheets.

"Get behind her." Seungcheol instructs and Jeonghan silently positions himself.

You shiver from the contrast of your burning back against his cold chest. The oldest sinks two fingers in and starts to stimulate you. His thumb lightly grazes against your clit, making your legs tremble each time. Jeonghan pinches your nipples and you let out a moan, clenching around Seungcheol’s fingers.

"She likes it, Hannie. Do it again" the vampire chuckles as he rubs the gummy spot inside your cunt. The youngest keeps pinching and pulling on your nipples, the slight pain making you even hornier.

The duo keeps stimulating you until you're on edge again. Pitifully, you think this time they'll let you cum. But they don't, so you cry from overstimulation once again.

"Shhh, don't cry" Seungcheol wipes your tears away and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Don't complain now. You did this to yourself when you decided to disobey me".

Your whole body tingles with desire, making you feel uncomfortable. You're slumped against Jeonghan, who's running his hands on your sides to soothe you, trying your best to calm down a little. Seungcheol kisses your neck, holding himself back from biting you.

"How do you want her?" Cheol directs his gaze to his friend. Their wine red orbs meet.

"Actually, I wanna watch you two" the youngest flashes a lazy smile.

Seungcheol chuckles, amused by his friend's voyeur nature. "As you wish".

Jeonghan goes to the corner chair and the other vampire takes over. With ease, he folds your legs to your chest and enters you without warning. He slides in easily, his girth stretching your inner walls to a point it burned. But you love every second of the tortuous sliding.

Seungcheol picks up his pace, ramming you fast and hard. The slight pain quickly turns to pleasure, and in no time you're whimpering and crying again. You look to your left and see Jeonghan masturbating, his sleek fingers moving at an inhuman speed.

The youngest's voice rings in your head, commanding you to run your nails on Seungcheol's back. You follow promptly, making the vampire hiss on your ear. Your hands travel down his back and grab his butt. Your nails leave crescent marks on his skin.

Cheol changes his angle a bit and now his pelvic bone hits your clit every time he pushes in. For the hundredth time of the day, you hang on the edge of reaching your high. But you aren't allowed to let go yet.

"Ask him to bite you" that voice you don't recognize as yours whispers. You panic a little, because they never bit you before. However, the idea seems appealing.

"Cheol" your voice comes out hoarse from all the moaning.

"What is it, princess? Are you ready to beg for your release?"

"Bite me, please."

Your words shock him a bit, making his pace falter. You hear Jeonghan cursing with a small laugh.

"Ask again" the voice commands and you obey.

Seungcheol licks your neck, just above your pulsing vein. He allows his fangs to come out and sink them on your skin. It stings, and your body involuntarily shakes and tries to escape. But he's experienced and knows how to lock you in place. He starts to suck on your neck, gulping large amounts of your sweet blood. Meanwhile, his hips keep fucking you, now in a slow, sensual pace.

You didn't think it would be possible, but his actions make everything more erotic. You start to take pleasure from being fed on. He pulls away, some blood smeared on his mouth and chin.

"Come over, Hannie" he calls the other vampire and Jeonghan appears by your side with a blink of an eye.

Jeonghan sucks harshly, drawing more blood out of you. He groans and trembles, feeling a rush of energy given by your blood. After taking another sip, he pulls away and licks your neck to heal you.

The man’s lips are tinted with a copperish red, making him look dangerous. Both his and Seungcheol’s eye glisten, the fresh blood in their veins accenting their red irises.

Reaching out, Jeonghan plays with your clit. "You can cum now, sweetheart" his smile looks devilish tainted with blood.

"Go ahead, princess" Seungcheol also gives you permission. Almost instantly, you let go. Your body shakes and trembles, your mind being lifted from your body. You cum so hard, you nearly pass out. You only see white behind your eyelids, and your blood pressure drops to the ground.

It takes a while for you to get back. When you regain a little of your senses, you feel both your vampires shoot their hot cum on your belly. They’re grunting, finishing themselves off before lying down on your side.

You don’t know how many minutes have passed by before Jeonghan gets up. You hear him turning on the faucet and the water running. He enters the room and picks you up, being careful not to spill all the spunk that’s resting on your belly. The vampire wipes it off before placing you on the bathtub.

The water feels nice against your sore muscles, and you relax against the border. You wait for Seungcheol to appear, but the water goes cold and you decide it’s better to get off.

Jeonghan carries you back to your shared bedroom. The oldest vampire is there, looking fresh out of the shower, so you assume he used the bathroom down the hallway.

You crawl to the middle of the bed, waiting for him to allow you to cuddle him.

"Come here, princess" he calls and you practically jump him. Jeonghan joins you both, and the three of you cuddle.

"You better obey us next time" Seungcheol’s voice comes out venomous, even while he pets your ears. "We won’t be so forgiving".

"Yes, master".

You didn’t know then, but Seungcheol asserted his dominance over you even more when he bit you.

"Sleep well, little bunny" Jeonghan presses a kiss to your forehead and you feel your eyelids heavy.

Like every night, the vampires stay awake, watching you sleep.

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seungcheol loves it when you ride him and you don’t let him slip out after you both reached your highs. you lay on top of him, his cock deeply buried inside your warm cunt, and you both take a nap like this.

jeonghan lazily slips into you before you go to bed. he claims he sleeps better when connected to you. since he’s not one to ask for many things, you let him do what he wants. it makes you happy too, so it’s fine.

hoshi cockwarms you after sex. you’re both spent and sleepy, so he just stays inside you and lets his body weight nearly crush you under him. you don’t mind, though.

cockwarming with wonwoo usually happens while he’s gaming. this is a given. he caresses your back every once in a while and rests his head against yours while you take a nap, your head laying on his shoulder.

mingyu likes to cockwarm on lazy days, when you’re watching tv. you’re both lying down on the couch and just enjoying the intimacy of it all. mingyu sighs happily, content to be this close to you.

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꩜ chronological order •

↳ #15 • when in paris 𓇼 husband!mingyu x afab!reader (hurts so good couple)

↳ #14 • off my face 𓇼 fuckboy!wonwoo x shy!reader (sequel to post #5)

↳ #13 • crazy over you 𓇼 vampire!jeongcheol x hybrid bunny!reader

↳ #12 • cockwarming with my bias line

↳ #11 • meeting story with hoshi

↳ #10 • down bad 𓇼 husband!mingyu x afab!reader (hurts so good couple)

↳ #9 • reassuring boyfriend!hoshi

↳ #8 • hoshi sneaking under your desk at work to eat you out

↳ #7 • soft dom!joshua

↳ #6 • for the birthday boy 𓇼 non idol!mingyu x afab!reader

↳ #5 • fuckboy!wonwoo x shy!reader

↳ #4 • hurts so good 𓇼 mean husband!mingyu x afab!reader

↳ #3 • jealous dom!hoshi

↳ #2 • cockwarming with mingyu

↳ #1 • fever 𓇼 journalist!mingyu x afab!reader x journalist!wonwoo

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you and hoshi first met when you were in high school. you were a junior, like him, and you'd just changed schools.

you were the shy type, didn’t really like to be on the spotlight. but you loved dancing, and you really enjoyed being on stage. so, when you saw the flyer for the school’s dance club, you knew you had to join.

you went to the club’s try out, but you’re feeling nervous. there was quite a few people there, and you started to worry you wouldn’t get in.

"hi everyone, i’m kwon soonyoung." this guy with black hair and a soft voice grabbed everyone’s attention. "but you can call me hoshi. i’m the dance club’s team leader, so i’ll be evaluating you with my co-captains jun and momo." he pointed to the guy and girl beside him. "we’re excited for this year’s talents, so please give us your best!"

your audition went really well and you were placed in the advanced class, along with the best dancers of the school.

of course hoshi was there. he felt really drawn to you from the second you step foot on stage. his lips parted in a gentle smile while seeing you dance, liking your style and technique.

also, he liked you. you’re cute and danced, what else could he ask for?

so he tried his best to get close to you. he was nice to you, always offered to stay after class to help you with choreography. and after a while, he started to follow you around school.

hoshi was quite popular. it was not hard to understand why: he was handsome, he danced like a pro, he was nice and kind to everyone, and a really funny guy.

you could tell he liked you, you’re not dumb. and you liked him back, so you gladly accepted him being around you all the time.

after a while, you started having lunch together with both your groups of friends. everyone commented on how cute you were together.

hoshi helped you study, took you out for ice cream, to the cinema, to the beach even. but you never really did anything remotely romantic, he always kept things respectful.

a couple months later, you decided you wanted to have your first kiss with him.

as usual, he drove you home. your parents were out working, and you were an only child, so the house was empty. grabbing the opportunity to spend time alone with him, you invited him in.

hoshi’s eyes widened in shock, but he promptly agreed and parked his car.

you were just hanging out in your living room, watching a movie and chatting away.

can i ask you something?" you looked at him, and he gave you a soft smile.

"of course."

"can you kiss me?" your heart stopped beating as you waited for an answer.

his smile widened, and he leaned closer. his face was inches away from yours, your lips almost touching. "i thought you’d never ask." he inched impossibly closer. "are you sure?"

you nodded and he kissed you. it was a very sweet, gentle kiss. you sighed happily, feeling the famous butterflies in your stomach.

you pulled away, your cheeks painted with a red color. hoshi looked flushed too, smiling ear to ear.

from that day on, he never left your side again. he did his best to keep you safe and happy.

a few weeks later, he asked you to be his girlfriend. and of course you accepted.

he liked to walk around holding hands, to give you cheek kisses and warm hugs. and you accepted all forms of affection, liking to be treated like a princess.

you had almost all of your firsts together: first time, first boyfriend/girlfriend, first date…

you introduced him to your parents and, for your relief, they liked him right away. so he was allowed to come over and stay with you until the night, but we wasn’t allowed to sleep over.

not officially, obviously.

hoshi would sneak in through your window and lay in your bed to cuddle with you. you’d watch a movie and share a few kisses, always being careful not to get caught.

and then, in the early hours, he’d sneak out and arrive to pick you up like he hadn’t spent the night with you.

your relationship grew stronger and stronger, and when you two were supposed to go to college, you both decided that you wanted to stay together.

so when the time came, you moved in to live like a real couple. that’s when both of you became sure you wanted to get married.

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warnings ꩜ smut, masturbation (m. and f. receiving), oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, corruption kink (it's not deeply explored), orgasm denial, creampie, dom-ish mingyu, dirty talk, cock warming, pet names (baby, dear husband/wife, my queen, pretty girl), mentions of threesome.

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You loved birthday parties, especially if they were children’s parties. It’s Saturday afternoon and you’re in the backyard of Wonwoo and Claire’s house to celebrate Yeji’s 4th birthday.

You’re sitting by the pool, your legs submerged to your knees. You see your husband playing around with his friends’ kids. He’s holding Minjoon—Seungcheol’s son—in his arms while he pretends to drink tea with Yeji and three of her school friends. Your heart skips a beat when he looks your way and smiles. It’s almost unfair how handsome he is, even dressed with pink fairy wings, a princess tiara and a pair of plastic earrings.

You sigh and turn your attention to the big form approaching. Joshua greets you with a smile. "Y/N, why are you here all alone?" he asks while sitting by your side.

"Just chilling." You offer a shy smile, a bit intimidated by his presence.

Joshua Hong is gorgeous. When you first met him, you were completely enamored with his face. And when you found out he was nice and friendly, you kinda developed a crush on him. Now, a few years later, you still feel intimidated whenever he’s around.

You take in his visuals, from his dark hair pushed back, featuring his perfect face, to the white button up shirt that allowed you to see a bit of his chest, to his light brown cargo shorts that showcased his legs perfectly. He carried an amused smile on his lips, as usual.

"I’m glad you joined me, though."

"Well, all of my friends are talking about parenting and I can’t listen to another minute of tips on how to change a diaper." Joshua states and you laugh lightly.

"I know the feeling very well." You throw him an empathetic look. "So… how was your trip to Paris? Mingyu mentioned you went there for a convention or something?"

Shua stares into the water, he’s watching your feet move around. "Yeah, for this Luxury Hotels thing. My dad’s trying to expand the franchise and I went to meet some European investors."

"Seems a bit boring." You blurt out and Joshua chuckles, agreeing promptly.

"It is. But it’s work so it’s not meant to be fun."

"True. But Paris is a great city with amazing food and museums."

"Maybe we should go together next time." Joshua comments and your movements freeze instantly. Realizing what he said, he adds "With everyone else, I mean! Like a group trip."

The mischievous gleam in his eyes makes you feel warm inside. Joshua’s flirting, you’re not dumb. And he’s not either, he knows the truth about your situationship with Mingyu.

"That would be nice." Your voice is soft and shaky. He barely said anything and you’re freaking out inside, which leads you to think that maybe you have a big crush on him.

"Hey! You two!" You hear Mingyu’s voice calling. "Let’s sing happy birthday and cut the cake."

Joshua gets up and extends his hands to help you. His palms feel soft under your fingertips, and you feel your insides twist. "C’mon, Y/N. Your husband’s waiting." He flashes a knowing smile and walks away, leaving you too stunned to follow.

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It’s been a year since you and Mingyu made peace and started being friends. You agreed to be friends with benefits and to be exclusive, since you couldn’t risk someone assuming one of you was cheating. So you two reaped the benefits like dates, physical touching and, of course, sex, but didn’t really work on getting romantically involved. Of course that doesn’t mean that both of you didn’t develop some feelings, because you did. But, for now, you played husband and wife and everything was good.

But now, thinking about the way Joshua flirted with you, you wished you could have him. And your brain, always being one to come up with naughty ideas, had the best solution to your problem.

"Gyu?" You call your husband softly. You’re both lying on your shared bed watching TV, his head on your chest and his big hand caressing your belly.

"Hm?" He responds without looking away from the big screen.

"Remember that one time we talked about having a threesome, and I said I didn’t have a guy option?" Your words sparked his interest, so the man got up on his elbows to look at you. "I have a name now…"

Mingyu looks curiously at you. He has an idea of who, but he wants you to say the name. "Who?"

You bite your lower lip, feeling a bit nervous. "Joshua."

Your husband smirks. He knew it. "You have the hots for Shua hyung, dear wife?"

"So what if I do?" You pout. "He’s single and he seems to know about us."

Mingyu scrunches his nose. "I accidentally told him last time we went out for a drink." He reveals with a sheepish smile. "He’s reliable, don’t worry."

"Well, one more reason to do it with him." You say excitedly, your mind already picturing the things you would to do Joshua.

"I don’t want to have a threesome anymore." Your husband states in a quiet voice.

When you look at him, he’s staring down at his hand that’s resting on your hips. He looks a bit annoyed. "What? Are you jealous?" You chuckle, fishing for an answer.

"Not at all." He lies, rolling his eyes to add to the dramatics. "It’s just not on my kink list."

His words make you realize that he’s never once told you about his kinks. In the past year, you’ve talked a few times about it. And Mingyu’s been really open to exploring them, always being so generous and giving you new mind blowing sex experiences each time.

"So what’s on your kink list?" You ask with a sly smile, liking the direction of the conversation.

Mingyu lets his body fall on the bed, hiding his face. He shakes his head, indicating he’s not talking.

"Tell me!" You insist, shaking his arms. "I told you all of mine, but you never told me yours. Besides angry sex, of course."

"Never mind. It’s stupid."

You grab his chin to make him look at you. His cheeks have a pink hue, and he’s scrunching his nose. "Please baby, tell me."

Mingyu sighs, giving in to your soft plead. "It’s not actually a kink, but maaaaybe I’ve been thinking about fucking you in a wedding dress. Since our wedding night never happened."

The air gets caught up in your lungs. The idea of Mingyu having his way with you in a sort of reenactment of your wedding day makes your core burn and your stomach twist and turn.

"I like that idea." You give him a quick kiss before letting go of his face. "What else?"

"I wanted to try corruption kink." He looks away, his face burning even more. It’s funny how cute he looks while revealing his sexual fantasies.

"We can totally try it too." You agree, even if he didn’t actually ask. "But only if you look at me and give me another kiss."

Mingyu chuckles and goes in for the kiss. You touch lips for a few seconds before pulling away.

"Let’s sleep, I’m beaten."

"Not easy being uncle of the year, huh?" You taunt him. "You looked cute dressed up as a fairy."

"The things I do for my goddaughter." He sighs. You both knew fully well he enjoyed playing with the kids, but you let his little lie slide. "Good night, dear wife."

"Good night, dear husband." You allow him to engulf you in a warm hug before slipping into unconsciousness.

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A couple weeks later, you and Mingyu go out to celebrate your 5th anniversary. It’s the first one you’re going to celebrate, now that you’re on good terms. For this reason, you prepared a little surprise for Mingyu, wanting to spice things up a bit.

After your conversation about his kinks, you decided you needed a special occasion to try them, and what’s more special than the first anniversary you celebrate?

So you went out with Gwen and she helped you pick out a nice wedding dress. You settled for a sparkly white satin rhinestone strap mini dress that really compliments your boobs and legs. You’re sure he’s going to lose it when he sees you.

Mingyu also planned a surprise: he made a reservation for an overnight stay in a luxurious hotel room, which had the biggest bed you’ve ever seen.

You arrive after having dinner at your favorite Italian restaurant. Mingyu has a goofy smile, maybe because you both had a couple drinks, maybe because he is excited for the night.

There’s a small table in your room with two flutes and a bottle of champagne waiting. Mingyu pops it open and you toast. You take a sip and decide it’s time to put on your dress.

"Wait here, I have a surprise."

While you rush to the big bathroom to get changed, Mingyu takes off his blazer. He’s wearing a deep purple shirt that compliments his skin, and perfectly tailored dress pants. His hands are shaking in anticipation, because he has another surprise for you before the night ends.

Meanwhile, you put on your dress pretty quickly—you chose one that you’re able to zip up yourself. You pull the white lace garter up your leg, adding a touch of sensuality. To finish off, you place the short veil on your head. Taking a quick glance in the mirror, you decide you look perfect. You slip back into your white heels and open the bathroom door.

Mingyu’s looking out the window, his champagne glass nearly empty. You approach him slowly and cover his eyes with your hands. "Guess who?"

"Hm… I have a feeling it’s my wife. Not sure though." He joined in with a laugh.

You place your hands on his shoulder and turn him around, revealing your new outfit. His jaw drops when he sees you.

"Y/N, what is this?" His breathing is quick and you can see he’s starting to malfunction.

"Well, I kept thinking about how we never had a wedding night." You bite your lower lip, inching closer to him. "And I figured tonight would be a good one to make up for lost time. Don’t you agree?"

Mingyu just stares, still in shock. He takes in your form, how your boobs look delicious in your dress, the way the fabric hugs your waist, and how you look fucking angelic while asking him to fuck you. "Shit, you can’t do this to me." He groans in a low, deep tone.

You can see he already has a tent in his pants. Mingyu looks flushed, and you haven’t even touched him yet.

"How about you lie down, dear husband?" You say in a provocative tone. "You look a little pale, let me take care of you."

The man nearly runs to the bed. He gets comfortable and you get on top of him. Your core is starting to grow hot, seeing how much he wants you.

Without giving it a second thought, pull out his pants along with his boxers. His cock stands hard and leaking pre cum, which makes your mouth water at the sight.

Before leaving the house, you decided you want to have a night to remember. And you hold on to that determination when you keep pushing Mingyu’s buttons.

"I want to help, but I don’t know how…" you take his cock in your hand and pump it slowly. He shudders at the stimulation. "Can you teach me how to do it, dear husband?" Your saccharine voice makes something twist inside of Mingyu. He takes in your doe eyes and semi innocent smile, quickly catching on what you’re doing. The man chuckles in pleasant disbelief, he knows he’s in for a treat.

"My pretty girl needs guidance?" His big hand starts to guide yours as you masturbate him. You’re sitting on his beefy thighs and you can feel him trembling as you increase the speed of your movements. Mingyu’s eyes are closed and his mouth slightly parted, allowing some sighs to fall off easily.

You feel him twitching under your palm and his hand holds your wrist to stop you. "That’s enough, baby." His voice is breathy and it makes you happy to see how much you affect him.

"Can you do something else for me?" Mingyu asks. You nod and bat your eyelashes at him. "I need you to put your mouth around it."

You feign shock, widening your eyes and slightly gaping your mouth. Mingyu sits up a bit, and kisses you softly while kneading your thighs. "I'll help through it, pretty girl".

You slide down the bed and inch closer to his throbbing cock. "Open your mouth." Mingyu instructs and you play along.

His heavy hand grabs the back of your head and guides you to start sucking him off. He loves the wet and warm feeling of your tongue on his cock, it makes the fire in his abdomen burn hotter and hotter with each passing second.

Mingyu starts to feel hot and unbuttons his shirt, his hand leaving your to bob your head on your own for a few seconds. "You're so good at this, baby." He groans deeply and you feel arousal pool on your lace panties, his reactions turning you on even more.

When he feels he's about to cum, Mingyu pulls you away. You take a good look at your husband, taking in they way his toned chest glistened because of the thin layer of sweat. He takes off his shirt, laying bare beneath you. He looks beautiful and your heart races.

You sigh and move closer, needing to feel his lips on yours. You share a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing in sync. Mingyu guides your hips and you grind against him, his big hands giving occasional slaps on your ass.

By now, you're already soaking wet and desperate for his cock. You need Mingyu and you need him now. "Gyu, I need you".

"Need me to do what, baby?"

Of course he wasn't going to make it easy for you. You take his hand and guide it to your dripping cunt, acting shy. Mingyu runs his fingers on your lace panties and grunts when he feels just how wet you are.

Mingyu decides to play nice and slips his fingers in your panties. He glides his fingers easily, collecting your wetness while rubbing your lower lips. His middle finger settles in your clit and he circles it slowly, sending electric waves through your body.

Your head feels heavy with lust, so you let it fall on his shoulder. He keeps masturbating you until you feel on edge. When he senses you're about to cum, he stops his ministrations, earning a frustrated cry from you.

"I-I was so close" you complain with a pout. Mingyu laughs and pecks your puckered up lips.

"I promise I'm going to make you feel even better."

Mingyu reaches for the zipper on your back and undoes it in a way to expose your boobs. He grabs them and runs his thumbs on your nipples. "So perfect for me, they fit perfectly in my hands."

He attaches his lips to your right nipple and keep massaging the other. You go back to rutting each other like animals on heat. You pull his hair and let you head fall back, the familiar burning sensation running through your veins.

Mingyu decides he's had enough, so he manhandles you so you're on all fours. He stands tall behind you, admiring your exposed ass and covered cunt. Slowly, he slides your panties down your legs. You shake in anticipation.

"My beautiful wife..." he sighs. "You're going to be good to me, aren't you?" You agree quickly. "I can't wait to ruin you. To fill you up with my seed and get you pregnant." You both moan in unison.

Your heart is racing with his words. God, you'd let him do anything to you. Anything. "Please, do it."

Mingyu's cock throbs with your request. He aligns himself with your whole and sinks in slowly. You lose strength and bend your arms, exposing your ass even more. Mingyu grabs your waist to support you in place, even if his own legs were trembling with pent up desire.

He slides in and out of you, catching up speed until his unrelenting tempo makes the bed shake and hit the wall. His cock massages your inner walls in the most perfect way, hitting all the right places to put you in a lustful frenzy.

You're sure you're moaning and whining, but your heart pumps so loudly in your ears that you don't quite hear it. But Mingyu does, and it only spurs him on. He's lost in your heat, in the way you clench around him. Plus, you in that fucking wedding dress... every time his eyes glimpse at the sheer white fabric, he swears his cock gets even harder.

Mingyu slows down and pulls out of you. You let out a whimper at the loss, feeling really worked up and frustrated.

The man sits down again and pulls you on his lap, and you're so wet you sink down on him with ease. You start to ride him, your boobs bouncing deliciously for Mingyu to see.

His eyes focus on the place where you two connect. Your cunt swallows his big cock beautifully. "You're taking me so well, pretty girl".

You place your hands on his chest for support, your short nails sinking on his skin and leaving small crescent marks. "I'm close."

Mingyu snaps his hips up to meet yours, reaching even deeper within you. It only takes a few slides for you to cum.

You feel your spirit being lifted from your body and you tremble, falling into Mingyu. He places two fingers on your clit and circles it to intensify your pleasure. You're so out of it you don't even notice when Mingyu flips you both over and starts to rail you missionary, chasing after his own high.

"Fill me up, dear husband" You sigh in his ear and Mingyu shivers. "Make my pussy full of your warm cum. Give me your babies".

That's enough for Mingyu to lose it and cum with a deep moan. He shivers and start to unload inside of you, his white milk covering your abused walls. His hips slow down and he stills inside of you.

Once again, he flips you both over, and you stay on top of him again, his cock still inside of you. You kiss his neck and rub your hands on his arms while you wait for him to come down. Mingyu grabs your ass, and you know he's partially recovered. So you sit up again, still cock warming him.

When he looks up at you, you can see the admiration in his eyes. Mingyu smiles beautifully, his canines showing up and his orbs shining with something else you can't quite identify.

"I have to ask you something" He says and you smile, indicating he can keep talking. "But I have to get something first... It pains me, but I need you to slip off".

Even full of his cum, you feel empty when Mingyu slides off. The dress you're wearing is all bunched up and wet, so you take it off and throw it on the floor.

"Can you grab my panties?" You ask your husband and he gets one from your bag. He also brings a wet towel from the bathroom and cleans you up before you slide in your fresh panties. When you're both semi-clean and with underwear on, you slide into the fresh Egyptian cotton sheets.

"What did you want to ask me?" You question, feeling a bit anxious.

Mingyu bites his lower lips. He's feeling shy and self-conscious, but he musters the courage to say what he wants. "Well, this night is about celebrating our wedding, right?" You agree. "This past year's been amazing, and I really liked getting to know you better".

"Me too, Gyu" You smile, your heart beating faster.

"I know we agreed to being friends with benefits, but I realized I can't keep going like that." You have a big question mark in your eyes and Mingyu can see it, so he hurries to complete his line of thought. "I can't be friends because I'm down bad. I love you, Y/N. I never expected this to happen, but I do."

You smile and jump him. Your heart's beating like crazy and you're completely at a loss for words. "I love you too, Gyu."

You both kiss in such a soft way, it makes your heart flutter.

Mingyu's smiling widely, once again showing his canines you adore so much. "Well, I think I can ask you what I wanted then".

He pulls a black box from under the pillow, one you didn't even see him placing there. He opens the box and there lies the most beautiful engagement ring. You never really got engaged, since you hated each other back then.

Mingyu takes the ring. "I kept thinking about how I never asked you to marry me. So, will you be my queen? Will you marry me, for real this time?"

"Yes! Yes, yes... God yes!" He places the ring on your finger and you kiss again, this time with more passion.

"My queen" He places a kiss on your cheek, sighing with a dreamy smile. "We're gonna be so happy, I promise".

"I know we will, baby. I'm gonna give my best for it to happen, too".

Then, Mingyu gets up and fills another glass of champagne for you to toast your engagement. You keep talking and exchanging kisses until late hours. You're down bad, but you're sure you don't want to get up.

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m.list ♡

you had a tough day at work, hoshi can see it in your face the second you walk through the door.

he hugs you immediately and leads you to the couch. you sit down with him basically glued to you.

"what happened, honey?" he asks softly while rubbing your back. his musky scent helps you to calm down a bit.

you sniff, holding back tears that threaten to fall.

"you can tell me, sweetheart." hoshi smiles reassuringly. "let it all out, you’ll feel better."

and he proceeds to listen to you vent out about your annoying coworker and the shitty situation that happened. you cry a little, still feeling overwhelmed, and he hugs you tightly while you wet his shoulder with tears.

"i’m sorry for this." you apologize when you notice the wet patch on his tshirt. "thank you for being here."

"shhh don’t worry. i’m always here for you, you don’t have to apologize. you can count on me." he keeps reassuring you, and you wonder how you got so lucky to find a man like him.

you wipe the last few tears and pull him in for a loving kiss. "thank you, baby. i love you so much."

hoshi sighs happily when your lips meet, feeling his heart burst with joy and warmth. "i love you too, beautiful."

"how about we take a nice bath and you tell me about your day?" you offer, standing up and reaching out for his hand.

"i’d love that!"

so you go to your shared room and you run the bath while hoshi grabs two beers and a bottle of soju. you change into sad excuse for a bikini and wait for hoshi to come in.

for a while, you’re just chatting and laughing about nothing. but then hoshi gets hyper aware of your nakedness and it turns his brain into a puddle of desire.

he reaches out and pulls you onto his lap. you notice the lust in his eyes, so you easily give him permission to proceed. you kiss again, but this time it’s different. it’s hungry and full of energy.

hoshi’s hands go for your bikini straps, pulling them to free you from the small piece of clothing. then, he caresses your back while kissing your neck with passion. you feel him giving you a couple of love bites, but you can’t bring yourself to care. not when your hips are grinding deliciously against his, your nipples rubbing against his chest and his plush lips brushing against all the right spots.

"let’s go to bed, we need more space." you two hurriedly dry off, while sharing more kisses, and get completely naked.

hoshi’s already hard and your mouth waters at the sight of his cock. before reaching the bed, you suck him off.

hoshi leans against the sink cabinet and throws his head back in pleasure. you suck his red tip, enjoying his whimpering and moaning. he gently places his hand of the back of your head, conducting your movements.

one of your hands grabs his thigh for support and the other plays with his balls, which makes his cock twitch in your mouth. when he’s too close to cumming, he pulls away.

"i’m supposed to cheer you up, not the other way around." he pouts a little, managing to look cute even with a hard cock and swollen lips.

"this is cheering me up." you chuckle and spread your legs for him.

hoshi gets on top of you promptly. his fingers rub your wetness skillfully, making you arch into his touch, asking for more.

he slides two fingers in, and rubs your inner walls in perfect pace. you let out soft gasps that spur him on, hoshi loves to hear you coming undone.

putting his mouth to good use, he circles your nipples with his tongue. his palm heel brushes against your clit, and the added pleasure burns your insides. your breath hitches, the stimulation getting too intense. hoshi keeps going until you cum, and helps you get through it all.

he sucks more bruises on your boobs, feeling addicted to marking you as his own.

"my pretty baby." he gives you another hickey. "mine, just mine." another one. "you look so hot right now, letting me mark you up, so everyone knows you’re taken." one more.

hoshi aligns himself and slowly sinks into your heat. you both moan in pleasure.

you scratch down his back with your long nails. if he’s going to give you hickeys, he’s getting scratches.

you feel yourselves getting higher and higher, your bodies catching fire in sync. your toes are just on the edge, ready to fall over.

hoshi picks up the pace, trying to get you both off. his tempo makes your eyes roll back and you unconsciously bite his shoulder. hoshi’s face is buried in your neck, his low grunts reaching your ears deliciously.

it’s when you start to clench your walls around him that hoshi is pushed over the edge and he brings you with him.

your skin prickles and your legs shake. you’re totally spent, the low buzzing sound in your ears giving away the rush of dopamine that’s coursing through your body.

"you ok?" hoshi asks after a few minutes. you agree with your head. He laughs "you don’t look ok."

"i’m feeling perfect." you smile lazily.

hoshi’s eyes scan your body, your new hickeys blooming more each passing second. "i think you still need a few more love bites on your thighs." He fishes for an approval for round 2.

you have no idea how messed up you look, but whatever. a turtle neck or a scarf can do the trick of covering you up.

"i’m not arguing with a guy with pretty brown eyes. like, whatever you say, handsome." you flirt while looking at him.

hoshi flashes you the filthiest smile you’ve ever seen before going down on you.

you’re in for a long, long night.

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