Oh My Goodness, This Fic Is So Hot And Such A Good Read.

Ugh, my heart! This is so beautiful

Matilda Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader Series: SVT x Harry’s House Tags: 1.8k, Wedding!AU, Angst, Comfort, Found Family.  Summary: “You can let it go. You can throw a party full of everyone you know. You can start a family who will always show you love. You don’t have to be sorry, no.”

Warnings: re-opened emotional wounds, family/childhood trauma, abandonment, bad parents, lots of tears both happy and sad. The underlying reasons for sadness are rough, but there is a lot of love and healing in this piece. 

“Cheol…”

Jeonghan’s voice is tight, throat constricted with emotion and both Seungcheol and Joshua look at him in the mirror’s reflection already wary of what he’s about to say. Joshua finishes fixing Seungcheol’s tie and he lays a hand on his shoulder. “Superstitions be damned,” he sighs, “She needs you more than anyone else right now.”

Seungcheol thanks his groomsmen and quietly exits the suite. The partners of his friends, your bridesmaids, are filtering out as he nears, all giving him a heartfelt nod or pat on the arm. He takes a deep breath, pushing back his anger, and opens the door of your suite. 

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A very naughty christmas

Note: smut, shower sex, giving him head, fingering, eating reader out, making out. (MINORS DNI)

Mingyu x fem!reader

Summary: you asked Mingyu for his Christmas Wishlist, so you can start buying presents. What you actually found was a naughty christmas wishlist

No proofreading!

Before you went to work this morning, you asked Mingyu for his Christmas Wishlist, he told you he has it done already and he will bring it to your bedside table,  before he will leave for practice. So when you came back home, you found it exactly there.

You finally wanted to start buying Christmas presents for your boyfriend, that's why you asked for his wishlist. So you took it and almost choked on your own saliva.

Mingyu's (naughty) Christmas Wishlist ♡

• eating you out on the couch while watching a movie

• shower sex in the morning

• giving me head when i wake up

• making out like horny teenagers

I love you! xx Mingyu

If you didn't knew him that well, you would have thought this is a joke. But Mingyu was very serious about it. It was one week until Christmas and you had 3 days of Christmas to fulfill his wishes.

1 week later Christmas Day 1

You woke up in Mingyus arms, feeling his warmth. "Good morning, baby." He said still being sleepy. "Good morning to you too my love." You answered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled at you, hugging you even closer to him.

His morning wood didn't go unnoticed though. You freed yourself a little, letting your hand wander up and down his chest, since he never slept with a shirt on, it was perfect.

The first thing on his list, giving him head in the morning that's what you're aiming for.

Making him lay on his back, you climbed between his legs, spreading them. You kissed his tummy, making your way down. Mingyu watched you in awe. You reached his clothed cock, pulling down his boxers, starting to pump him. His head was red angry, precum dripping down his length. You then started to lick him up and down, Mingyu letting out a quiet moan. Your tongue twirling on his head and then taking him in your mouth.

"Oh shit baby, your mouth feels too good." He moaned or better said, he was a moaning mess by now. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting in your mouth, making you gag around him. He grabbed the bed sheets, too lost in bliss and pleasure. You hummed and he moaned out loud.

"Fuck, f-uck i'm gonna cum." You sucked a little on his head and Mingyu came in your mouth. His head thrown back into the pillow, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. He sure looked fucked out.

You let go with a plopp, cleaning your mouth. Mingyu pulled you back up to him, kissing you. "Thank you, baby. Best way to wake up on a christmas morning." He hugged you a while longer until you got up for a shower.

It doesn't take long for Mingyu to join you, he hugged you from behind and you can feel his errection pressed against your lower back.

"How come you are hard again?" "Because you look super sexy and beautiful and i love you so much." He mumbled into your skin. His hand reached down to your pussy, his fingers gliding through your folds. "Hmm you're so wet, baby. I guess sucking my cock did something to you." He said while his finger entered you.

You spread your legs a little, his fingers hitting your g-spot and his thumb on your clit. "Oh god Mingyu, i thought this is your l-list." You moaned "I gladly share with you, baby." He said while his fingers worked on your pussy, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

You had to hold onto the shower wall for more balance, because your knees got weak. Mingyu started kissing down your neck, to your shoulder, biting lightly on it. He felt your wetness on his hand, making him groan as you came on his fingers.

He then turned around, hooking your legs around his waist, his cock slowly entering you. "Look at you, taking my cock so well." His words making you moan and clenching around him. His thrusts were fast, hitting your spot just perfectly. "God Mingyu, i'm close already." "You're gonna cum again? Good baby, come for me." You felt your high approaching you and you moaned out loud. Mingyu watched you, feeling his orgasm coming, throwing his head back, moaning as he came once again this morning.

After your shower together, you went to the kitchen making breakfast and preparing for the rest of the day. When Mingyu came to you, suddenly hugging you tightly. "I need to get some things done and prepare the presents but i can't do that with you being clingy." "But i need your love and you already gave me two of mine." He said sulking. "We have two more day for cuddles and all." With that you left him pouting.

Christmas Day 2

The day all of your friends came to visit, so you prepared their presents under the christmas tree. Mingyu had other things in mind though. He always had his hands on you, trying to get your attention. Your surely didn't forget about his wishes but there was no time for any of it, still he managed to wrap you around his finger, suddenly you're lying under him on the couch, with him grinding is crotch against your clothed pussy just making out.

His hands were all over you, feeling every inch of your body. Tongues battling each other, he even got your shirt off, having you in just your bra. "We can't now, they will be here soon." "I can't face them with a hard cock, please baby. We can make it fast." He begged you.

You should have known better that it won't be just a make out session. It always leads to more. So he pushed down your Jeans and his shorts. With his cock gathering your wetness and then started thrusting into you. He knew he had to be fast so one of his hand wandered down to your clit, rubbing on it.

Lost in moaning and whimpering, you heard a car outside. "We have to stop, they just arrived." You told him. "There is no way i'm going to stop now, i'm close i-i'm gonna cum." He groaned into your ear. His hips started stuttering and his thrusts became slow. With rubbing circles on your clit, he made you come together with him. So riding out both of your orgasms, breathing heavy, he pulled out.

You heard a knock on the door, pulling up your Jeans. "Go open the door, i need to go to the bathroom first." Mingyu did as you told him. Greeting your friends, they look suspicious at him.

"Your hair looks wild." Minghao said. And when you joined them, you kind of looked the same. "Oh my god, you two really had sex before we got here?" Soonyoung ask. "What makes you even think that?" You asked him. "You both have sex hair." Soonyoung answered. Of course you forgot to fix your hair again. Mingyu stood there smiling like he just got the best compliment ever.

You exchanged your presents with each other, enjoying the time together with your friends.

Christmas Day 3

It was the last day of Christmas, so it was just a lazy day. You were reading a book and Mingyu was watching a movie you found too boring. Suddenly Mingyu made his way on top of you, lying there snuggled his face into your neck.

"Do you know i really enjoy these day? No work,  just the two of us." He softly told you. You caressed his back lovingly. "I'm enjoying it too, i missed it really a lot." You told him.

He looked at you, resting his forehead on yours. And then he started to kiss you deeply and passionately.

"The last thing on my Wishlist, let me eat you out baby." He mumbled against your lips. "Do it baby." You answered him.

He moved down between your legs, pulling down your shorts, spreading your legs wide. He left feather light kisses on your inner tighs, making his way to your pussy. He started licking long stripes along your folds,his nose nuzzled to your clit.

He hooked your legs on his shoulder, his arms holding you down, from squirming. You let out whimpers and moans as his tongue licked inside your hole, making him groan.

Your hands on his hair, pushing his head further into your pussy. He started sucking on your clit, bringing you close already, your arousal gushing out, Mingyu quick to catch it with his tongue, bringing it up to your clit, sucking again.

"Don't stop, i'm coming. Shit baby, you're so good at this." He let out a deep moan, tongue working fast, making you cum hard. Your eyes closed and you arch your back, pulling at mingyu's hair.

He licked you clean, looking up at you with a big smile on his face. You got up, pulling his face close to kiss him.

A while later you called him to the bed room. "What is it baby?" You gave him his real christmas present. "Here is your present that i actually got for you." He opened the little package, inside was the watch he always wanted to have.

"Y/N are you crazy?" "I know you wanted this one for so long." You could swear he had tears in his eyes. "I have something for you too." He gave you a mini box and when you opened it, there was a beautiful bracelet with both of your initials. "Oh Mingyu, it's beautiful,thank you so much. "You squealed." "I have to say thank you, for the best christmas ever. I love you so much." He told you. "I love you too so much." And then you kissed him.

It was for sure a different kind of Christmas but you liked every second of it.

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This is such an adorable story and I absolutely love it 🥰

lonely hearts club [masterlist]

pairing: non-idol!wonwoo x fem!chubby!reader

genre: romance, college au

release date: 06/16/2022 – 06/30/2022. completed because writer has no impulse control and moved up the schedule a lot and then posted the ending early.

warnings: some self deprecation later on. insecure reader. reader meddles in her friend’s love life. initial one-sided pining. reader is given a nickname (sunny) throughout the series. [more specific warnings supplied in individual parts]

summary:

With graduation fast approaching, Wonwoo only meant to vent about his feelings to an anonymous Twitter account known for giving people a space to vent and an anonymous way to express themselves. What happens when the person he has feelings for is the same person behind the account… and the same person who thinks he’s in love with their best friend?

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[R, fluff] svt + simple things you find cute ➔ pt. 1 | pt. 2

[R, fluff/general] svt + s/o with another member's photocard ➔ (see 2021) | pt. 2 | pt. 3

[R, fluff] svt + shy!s/o making the first move ➔ (see 2021) | pt. 2 | pt. 3

[R, general] svt + shy!fan encounter ➔ ot13

[R, angst/hurt] svt + your hickey prank ➔ pt. 1 | pt. 2

[R, fluff] svt + s/o's first "i love you" ➔ pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

[R, fluff] svt + small touches ➔ seungcheol, jeonghan, wonwoo, mingyu, vernon

[R, general] svt + what attracts them ➔ seungcheol, wonwoo, mingyu, vernon

[R, fluff] svt + first kiss ➔ (see 2021) | pt. 2 | pt. 3

[R, fluff/general] svt + idol!s/o covering their song (idol!au) ➔ joshua, soonyoung, jihoon, seokmin, seungkwan

[R, general] svt + favorite hangouts (platonic!au, bestfriend!au) ➔ joshua, junhui, wonwoo, vernon

[R, fluff/general] svt + dancing bachata ➔ junhui, soonyoung, minghao, chan

[R, fluff] svt + their child says "mama" (parent!au, fem!y/n) ➔ (see 2021) | pt. 2

[R, fluff] svt + you sleeping on the couch (domestic!au) ➔ seungcheol, jeonghan, wonwoo, mingyu, vernon

[R, angst/hurt] svt + s/o taking off promise ring after a fight ➔ ot13

[R, fluff] svt + s/o who’s clingy in social situations ➔ (see 2021) | pt. 3

[R, fluff/general] svt + celebrating win with new staff (manager!au, platonic!au) ➔ ot13

[R, fluff] svt + s/o praising them for unseen skills ➔ seungcheol, jeonghan, wonwoo

[R, fluff] svt + bestie's first sleepover (platonic!au, bestfriends!au) ➔ seungcheol, jeonghan, wonwoo, jihoon, mingyu

[R, fluff] svt + baking with their s/o (domestic!au) ➔ jeonghan, joshua, minghao

[R, fluff/comfort] svt + s/o's weight gain ➔ jeonghan, hoshi, wonwoo, seokmin, mingyu

[R, fluff] svt + letting go of their hands ➔ joshua, jihoon, vernon, chan

[R, fluff] svt + actor!s/o's on-screen kiss (actor!au) ➔ seungcheol, jihoon, seokmin, chan

[R, fluff/angst] svt + gaining your trust ➔ ot13

[R. fluff] svt + needing help with the top shelf ➔ seungcheol, jeonghan, joshua

[R, fluff] svt + surprising you with cookies ➔ seungkwan, vernon, chan

[R, general] svt + your werewolf ex (werewolf!au) ➔ (see 2021) | pt. 2

[R, fluff] svt + sending a video message on a show ➔ junhui, soonyoung, wonwoo, jihoon

choi seungcheol . s.coups

[D, fluff] in awe, the first time you realised it (royalty!au, DGV)

[D, fluff] "it's been so long since we've done this..." (spy!au, DGVI)

[D, fluff] "you've got something on your face." (DGVI)

[S, fluff/general] until the flowers bloom ; sir seungcheol has separated from his expedition, and you don’t have the heart to turn him away this winter season. (royal!au)

yoon jeonghan . jeonghan

[D, fluff] with no space left between us (college!au, DGV)

[fluff] week of thanks '22

[fluff] week of thanks '22

hong jisoo . joshua

[D, fluff] "why are you wearing my sweater?" "because it smells like you." (werewolf!au, DGVII)

[fluff] week of thanks '22

wen junhui . jun

[MS, fluff] melting ; this is why you never get ice cream in a waffle cone. it always melts, and no, you’re not going to bite it.

[D, fluff] too quick, mumbled into your scarf (DGV)

kwon soonyoung . hoshi

[D, fluff] on a sunny tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair (DGV)

[D, fluff] loud so everyone can hear (husband!au, DGV)

[D, fluff] “Can you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.” (DGVII)

jeon wonwoo . wonwoo

[AU, fluff/general] youtuber!wonwoo (youtuber!au)

[AU, fluff] werewolf!wonwoo (werewolf!au)

[D, fluff] slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey (vampire!au, DGV)

lee jihoon . woozi

[S, fluff/general] behind screens ; in a surprise turn of events, professor jihoon of the music & dance department and professor y/n of the french language department are revealed to be…dating? wait, what? (professors!au)

[D, angst] a whisper in the ear (DGV)

[D, fluff/comfort] with a hoarse voice, under the blankets (mythical!au, DGV)

[D, fluff] "you're not fooling anyone." (professor!au, DGVI)

[D, angst] "it's you, it's always been you." (bestfriend!au, DGVII)

lee seokmin . dk

[AU, fluff/general] youtuber!seokmin (youtuber!au)

[D, slice of life] "maybe i can help you fix that." (modern fantasy!au, DGVI)

[D, fluff] "you're the only thing that matters." (royalty!au, fantasy!au, DGVII)

kim mingyu . mingyu

[D, fluff] when we lay together on the fresh spring grass (college!au, DGV)

[D, fluff/comfort] "because i love you." (sick!y/n, DGVII)

xu minghao . the8

[fluff] week of thanks '22

boo seungkwan . seungkwan

chwe hansol . vernon

[D, fluff] “you didn’t need to do this.” “but i wanted to.” (DGV)

lee chan . dino

Wooohoooo!! @Sluttywoozi This was a great ( and super hot! )finale to this little miniseries. To everyone else, this is a definite must read especially if you love a simpy mingyu like I do 💕

Adore You | Chapter 3 | KMG x F!Reader

I'd walk through fire for you, Just let me adore you

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~4.1k | Genre: rom com, fluff, smut, office au

Warnings: fingering, oral (f. rec.), praise kink, switch!mingyu, discussion of prophylactics, condomless piv sex, creampie

Reader Notes: wears a skirt, boss bitch, touch starved, gets nails done, wap, referred to as a woman

Mingyu organizes the papers on his desk one last time, filing a few and setting one aside to copy for the morning, before turning pushing back and standing to stretch. You worked late tonight, and it’s just about time for you to be leaving. He doubts there’s anyone but security left in the building, but he’s quiet as he knocks on your door anyway.

“Come in,” you call out, rising from your seat behind your desk as he steps into your office. You smooth down your skirt, brushing away nonexistent crumbs, and bring your eyes up to meet his. There’s something in them he’s never seen before, something that looks like apprehension and… desire?

“Mingyu… When you say ‘under the desk,’ what exactly do you mean?” 

He bites back a grin, tamps down the triumph rising in his chest, and responds, “I mean I can take care of you, and no one would have to know. Whether it’s here, at your place, at mine. I can be what you need, and we can keep it just between us.”

You look away, your lip caught between your teeth, and he senses you wavering in your resolve, in your professionalism. He wants to see you act as a woman, not an executive, so he takes a step closer and undoes the first few buttons of his shirt, letting the heat in his gaze shine through for once. 

“I don’t know, it’s a big risk, we could both get fired for this,” you waffle, your eyes darting back and forth between his and the bit of skin he’s revealed. 

“We could,” he agrees. “But, you know what else could happen? I could make you cum however many times you want, clean you up, and send you on your way, and nobody would ever find out. You can be quiet, can’t you?” 

“I mean, I- yes, I can be quiet, but that’s beside the-” you stutter weakly, your voice low and trembling. 

“Let me ask you one thing, and if the answer is no, I’ll leave you alone and we can pretend this never happened.”

You nod reluctantly, shifting to stand behind your chair when he takes one step closer to you. 

“Do you want me?”

Your eyelashes flutter and your fingers tighten on the leather of your chair as you look away from him and breathe, “It’s not that simple.”

“Yes, it is. Because if you want me, I’ll give myself to you. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’ll give it to you. It can be that easy,” he begs assures you. “Just let me take care of you, that’s all I want to do.”

Silence fills your office, the air between you and Mingyu electric, and it takes everything in him to stay where he is, to stay still, to let you deliberate. Hours pass, or maybe seconds, he doesn’t know, before you turn back to face him, resolution clear in your gaze. 

“Okay. Take care of me, Mingyu.” 

Heat scorches through his limbs as he slowly closes the distance between you, approaching you carefully and reaching a hand out. When you take it, he pulls your chair back and guides you into it, following you down to land on his knees. You gasp at the sight, holding the arm rests of your chair with a tight knuckled grip as he starts to push at the hem of your skirt. 

“I’ll get you on a bed next time, promise,” he sighs, leaning in to nose along your inner thigh and sighing at the smell of your skin. You don’t respond and he looks up to find your eyes closed and your mouth open, making him wonder just how long it’s been since someone loved on you. 

He won’t ask, doesn’t think he’d like the answer, instead vows to himself that he’ll fill the gap with hours of sheer adoration, that he’ll remind you you’re someone to be treasured, to be worshiped. 

And he’ll start by sucking gentle kisses into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, resting his hands on your knees, and slowly pushing them apart to give him more room to work. You slide down in the chair and widen your legs for him, gasping the second he comes into contact with your panties. 

They’re black, silky, lacy, and they look so fucking pretty against your skin he almost doesn’t want to take them off. But they need to go if he wants to do his best for you, so he hooks his fingers into the sides and starts pulling them down, thanking you quietly when you lift your hips to ease the way. 

He can’t hold the air in his lungs when he sets eyes on you for the first time, all of his breath exiting in a whoosh he’s sure you can feel as he gazes at you in awe. You’re shining for him, swollen and open and plump and perfect, and now, you’re all his.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, baby. Can I call you that? Baby?” He mumbles against you, pressing his lips to your folds and letting you feel them move as he speaks. You take in a shuddering gasp, digging your manicured nails into the armrests and nodding as if you don’t trust yourself to speak. 

He’ll take it, won’t push his luck this first time, brings his fingers up to your cunt and spreads you apart so he can lap at your swollen little clit. The way the bud throbs under his tongue makes him moan, makes him nuzzle in closer, makes him wrap his lips around it and suck. You jerk against him, one of your hands delving into his hair and bringing him flush to you, and suddenly, he’s in heaven. 

Your taste is coating his tongue, your scent is surrounding him, and if he tilts his chin into you, you can grind into it and he can keep his eyes on your face, which makes him more proud of his bone structure than he’s ever been in his life. 

He loves the sensation of your hand in his hair, loves feeling you guide him where you want him, loves the way pleasure and pain seem to be at war within you as he sucks and sucks and sucks. He doesn’t stop, just follows you as you buck your hips and ride his face, breathing through his nose and swallowing down every bit of arousal that slips past his lips. 

He’s obsessed with this, obsessed with your pussy, never wants to stop or leave, just wants to make you feel good, just wants to make you cum. Soon enough, that’s all he can think about, please cum please cum please cum repeating in his head as he holds you open and drinks you down. 

It’s like you can hear him, sense his wordless begging, because you suck in a shuddering breath and break against him, your thighs snapping shut around his ears as you gush onto his face. He can feel it dripping down his jaw, groans deeply and opens his mouth wider to catch what he can before locking his lips around you again and taking another deep pull. 

You choke on nothing, your nails scratching against his scalp as you yank him closer and whisper, “Fingers, Mingyu.”

He whines into you, brings two fingers to your entrance and lets them sink in to the first knuckle, sucking noisily at your clit as he pushes them deeper inside. 

You’re searing hot and soaking wet, your walls hugging his fingers perfectly, and Mingyu just knows he’ll never feel a pussy better than yours. He’ll just have to do his absolute best to keep you, whether he stays your executive assistant or manages to get promoted to boyfriend. 

If he gets to keep doing this, he’ll be happy either way. He thinks you will be too, because you just keep getting wetter and tighter the longer he licks your throbbing clit and curls his long, thick fingers. He starts crooking them at different depths, searching for the spot that will make you flood him. 

When you jump and let out a high pitched squeak, he knows he’s found it, and he takes advantage immediately. Grinding, rubbing, tapping into it over and over and over until you’re shaking above him and clutching his hair so tight, it hurts. 

It’s a good kind of pain, especially because it’s caused by you, and Mingyu feels his cock twitch and leak and harden in response. He can tell you’re nearing the edge again, your walls fluttering around his fingers and your clit pulsing under his tongue, and he doesn’t know what you need to fall over but he’ll give anything to feel you cum again. 

He would tell you, beg you, but he’s too busy sucking your clit to get any words out, knows the worst thing he could do right now is stop. Soon enough, he’s rewarded for his efforts. You shatter into his mouth, your inner muscles undulating around his fingers as you drench his face. High, sharp gasps leave you but you make no other sounds, and as well as Mingyu knows it’s best to be quiet, he still wishes he could hear what you sound like when he makes you cum. 

That’ll have to be for next time, he promises himself as he carries you through your orgasm, crooking his fingers into your g-spot and licking at your clit until your fingers loosen in his hair and you push him away. 

There’s a pop when he pulls his mouth off you and a slick squelch when he withdraws his fingers, and he lets his gaze refocus on your face as he licks them clean. You’re glowing with pleasure, your expression soft and your eyes heavy lidded, and the gentle smile you send him makes his heart feel fit to burst. 

He loves seeing you like this, loves knowing that he’s the reason you look so content, so satisfied, and he’s almost infatuated enough to forget about his aching, dripping cock. 

“Can I just jerk off really quick? It won’t go down on its own, not after that.” 

“You can. Or you could fuck me.” 

That would bring him to his knees if he wasn’t already there. 

He didn’t expect to get to feel you tonight, or ever; he would be content to just give everything to you and take nothing for himself, if that was what you wanted. It seems you’re after more than that, and Mingyu can’t say he’s not grateful. 

Because he is, he’s grateful that you’re letting him see you, feel you, know you in this way. That you’re allowing him to touch you and taste you and take you apart. And now, you’re going to let him put himself inside of you. 

He’s the luckiest man alive. 

“Thank you,” he breathes, hoping you don’t notice that he’s suppressing tears as he unbuckles his belt with shaking hands. He’s pushing his boxers and slacks down when he realizes with a horrified gasp, “I don’t have a condom.”

Your lips pinch to the side and your eyebrows furrow before you ask, “Have you been tested recently?”

He nods, “At my last physical. Everything was clear.”

“Me too, and I have an IUD.”

“So, are you saying…” he trails off, wanting to hear it from you.

“I’m saying you can fuck me raw. And cum inside me.”

Shit, he has to grip tight at the base of his cock so he doesn’t succumb to you right here and now, and even with that it’s still dangerously close. Everything comes into sharp focus, the sounds of the city beyond the triple-pane window, the light of the moon shining on your skin, the scent of your perfume and your arousal, and above all, the expression on your face. 

You look… undone, unwound, unspooled. He’s never seen you like this before, not after all nighters, not even after the company fun run, and as fond as he is of your usual polished look, he has to admit that you’re more beautiful now than ever. 

“Mingyu?”

“Sorry! Sorry, I got distracted.”

He rises to his feet, lets his pants fall to the ground, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He’s got a tank top underneath and he doesn’t want to completely strip here in your office, but he does want to show off a little so he pulls the stretchy fabric up to rest under his pecs, leaving his abs exposed. 

Your eyes aren’t on his stomach though, they’re on his cock. He looks down, realizes he’s harder than he’s ever been, and gives himself a quick tug just to see what you’ll do. Your face crumples and you slide even lower in the chair, exhaling a breath that sounds more like a whine. He feels his lips stretch in a smirk and tries to bite it back, but he’s just too proud of how you respond to him to stop. 

“How do you want me?” He asks quietly, leaning forward and bracing his hands on the armrests to box you in. He doesn’t expect you to say, “How do you want me? You’ve obviously been thinking about this more than I have.” 

He can’t even deny it. Can’t deny that he’s pictured bending you over your desk, and taking you against the window, and hoisting you up on that little file cabinet you still keep even though almost everything is digital and he keeps reminding you to switch over and-

And ignoring all of that, there’s one way he’s always wanted to have you but never even dared to dream of. He wants to sit in your chair, the boss’s chair, and he wants you to bounce in his lap until you cum all over him. It goes against nearly everything he stands for, making you do the work, but fuck, he wants it so bad.

“Will you ride me? In your chair?” Mingyu wishes he didn’t sound so small asking you for this, but supposes it’s not so terrible when your face softens into a smile and you bend forward, just barely pressing your lips to his in a peck before you push him away with a hand on his chest. 

He lets you move him, if only because he’s so taken aback. This is the first kiss you’ve ever shared, and you did it like it was natural to you. Like you’re used to just pecking him whenever you feel fond. Like you’ve been doing it for years and it’s simply reflex by now. 

It makes him feel so… He doesn’t know how he feels. Content and safe are almost right but not quite. It’s more like a sense of belonging, like he’s just discovered he maybe belongs… with you? 

You stand and he doesn’t step away, instead he stays in your space and cautiously cups your cheek with a trembling hand. “Can I kiss you?”

His eyelids flutter shut as you nod, his mouth slightly parted and getting closer and closer to yours. He can feel your body radiating heat, the magnet that used to be his heart pulling him into you, and when your lips touch his, all of his wayward pieces fall into place. All of those nights spent alone weren’t for nothing, they weren’t a waste of time, because he spent them waiting for you. 

He makes the most forlorn noise when you pull away, but you’re insistent and he won’t keep you if you don’t want to be kept. He’s not sure that’s the case, though. Heat simmers in your eyes as you look at him, the last wall keeping him from you crumbling away in the wake of your desire. 

You reach for his shoulders and pull him down, switching places with him and guiding him into your chair. He sits heavily, spreading his legs and taking hold of your hips to steady you as you carefully straddle him. 

He wishes he could see more of you but he understands why he can’t, just promises himself he’ll lay you out and worship your whole body as soon as you give him the chance while he takes in a shuddering breath and lines himself up. 

The head of his cock comes into contact with your warm, wet pussy, and already he knows he won’t be the same after this. 

You’re just too perfect, too soft and soaked and searing hot, for him to be any type of normal as he pushes inside of you. You open up for him beautifully, your walls stretching to take his dick like it was made for you. When he finally peels his eyes away from the sight of your cunt swallowing his cock, he’s greeted with an expression on your face he’s never seen before. 

You look… relieved, your eyes closed and your mouth agape in bliss, like he's giving you something you’ve been needing, missing, desiring. 

Fuck, did your ex have a small dick? So not only could he not make you cum, he couldn’t satisfy you in that way either? Well, Mingyu can, and he will. He’ll give you everything you could ever need or want, and he won’t ever disappoint you like your ex constantly did. 

Starting with filling you up right, giving you something you can really squeeze down on, something that will hit all the best spots. And trying his absolute best not to cum while doing so. 

It’ll be difficult with how fucking good he feels, your hot cunt like a vise around him, molding so perfectly to his length that even the veins webbing his dick are supported. But, as always, you’re his priority and the most imperative thing right now is making sure you feel good. 

“How is it?” He breathes raggedly, staring up at you and waiting for you to find your words.

“Fucking perfect, Mingyu. You’re so big inside me,” you sigh, letting your head tilt back on your neck and slowly rising on your knees before falling back down. 

He twitches within your walls at your words, and at the languid pace you set, your lush pussy engulfing him over and over as he shifts to clutch at the armrests of the chair, his fingers digging into the fabric so they don’t dig into you. 

You don’t allow that for long, taking hold of his hands and bringing them back to your hips insistently, your face stern as you say, “Keep them on me.”

He shivers beneath you, nodding and gazing into your eyes, knowing that all of his feelings are laid bare in them. His desire, his need, his affection, his admiration, his… love. 

Your expression softens and you squeeze his hands, leaning down for a deep, languorous kiss before shuffling a bit closer and speeding up, your arms wrapping around his neck as your hips smack into his. 

The feeling of being buried in your flawless cunt over and over is enough to spark up the slowburn of his climax, heat coiling at the base of his spine as you start to bounce on him, just like he wanted. 

His hands smooth along your soft skin, his arms wrapping around you to help you move and to hold you close, your heart beating hard against his. He’s trying to be quiet and he can tell you are too, but he wants to talk to you, wants to tell you everything on his mind and in his heart. He supposes he’ll save it for next time, when he has you on a bed and in complete privacy. 

For now, he’ll bite his lip to muffle his sounds, half wanting to bite them into your neck and fully knowing he’s not allowed to. Besides, he wants to keep his eyes on you, on your face, so he can watch you take his dick, watch you get closer and closer, your eyelashes fluttering like your cunt is as you start to climb the hill. 

He’s right there with you, his cock twitching and leaking inside of your undulating pussy as he unravels one arm and brings his fingers down between your legs. He rubs at your clit with two fingers in the way he’s learned you like, staring desperately into your eyes as you sink down on him one last time and come apart. 

If the feeling of your cunt rippling around him isn’t enough to push him over the edge, the look on your face is. He fights to keep his eyes open so he can watch you, so he can carry you through your orgasm even as he’s ravaged by his own, his cum spilling so deep inside you, he hopes it’ll never leave. 

He holds you in the warm circle of his arms as you try to regain your breath, your heart thudding against his even through your blouse. He smooths his hands up and down your back, untucking your shirt so he can feel you palm to skin and bringing you closer so you can rest your head on his chest. 

Aftercare is just as, if not more, important than preparation in Mingyu’s mind, and his brand of aftercare entails cuddling for as long as possible. 

Cuddling, of course, turns to sleep. He wakes to his cock half hard inside of you and the sun rising in the picture windows of your office. He would be worried, but it’s not uncommon for the two of you to work early into the morning, and thankfully, it’s now a Saturday so the building should be next to empty. 

You stir when you feel him twitch within your walls, taking in a deep breath and exhaling it on a content sigh as you pick your head up and blink at him with bleary eyes. Your mascara is a little smudged, but he knows you keep makeup wipes for emergencies, so that will be easy to take care of. 

As will his hard on, apparently, because you start grinding on him, clenching around him until he’s fully hard inside of you and then clenching some more, your pussy so tight and wet on him, it’s like he’s wrapped in molten velvet. 

It doesn’t take much for him from there, just your whispered words of what you’ll let him do to you if only he’ll cum for you first and he’s pumping you full of spend again, groaning weakly into your neck as his balls empty inside of you. 

You let him rest for a few minutes before starting to pull away, smiling softly at his responding whine and pecking him on the nose when he releases you from his arms. You pluck a few tissues from the box on your desk and reach down between your legs, rising up just enough for his cock to slip out before catching all the cum with the tissues. Mingyu brings his hand up, replacing yours and gazing up at you with stars in his eyes as you start to fix your hair. 

It’s not too messy, and once he’s cleaned away the cum, your clothes are easy to right. When he’s done fussing over you, it almost looks like this never even happened. Mingyu can’t help the hollow feeling in his heart, wishing that he was going home with you instead of to his own empty apartment. 

He tidies his own clothes as you log out of your computer, organizing your desk one last time before turning to look at him with a relaxed smile. You take his hands in yours, swing them gently, and say, “Thank you, Mingyu. You don’t know what you’ve done for me, I haven’t felt this worry free in months.”

He grins in response, his feelings forgotten for a moment as you sweep him up in your current, as he realizes he’s accomplished exactly what he set out to do. 

He holds your hand all the way to the door of your office, reluctantly untangling his fingers from yours as you reach for the handle. Before you pull, you turn to him with a hesitant look on your face. 

“Are you, I mean, do you think you’d like to- Would you come to mine tonight? You could… stay over too. I’ll cancel my date.”

Mingyu hopes his smile isn’t too big, hopes his cheeks and ears aren’t too red, hopes his joy isn’t too obvious as he nods far more eagerly than he should. 

“I would love that,” he adds on for good measure, taking your hand for one last squeeze as you open the door. 

He can’t hold your hand in the elevator or in the lobby, but he feels like he’s floating as he follows you outside into the brisk morning air, the wave goodbye you send him before you turn and walk away feeling much more like a wave hello.

AN: woohoo! this little miniseries is done!! thank you to @bbychocolat for supporting me and @bahng-chrizz for encouraging me to post early just bc i wanted to and @petrichor-mingi for beta reading!

i hope this ending was worth the wait! pls let me know your feelings 💖

this one's for the brats

pairing; choi seungcheol (scoups) x afab reader (ft junhui)

genre; smut (minor dni)

warnings; mean hard dom!seungcheol, brat!reader, brat tamer!seungcheol, junhui teasing (sorry june brats don't get what they want), mention of alcohol, heavy punishment, heavy degradation, reader called pet names and degrading names, mention of a safe word, unprotected sex, impact play, pinching, choking/breath play, orgasm denial, overstimulation, cum play, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), biting, dumbification, objectification, humiliation, manhandling, seungcheol is able to lift and carry the reader, aftercare, if i missed anything let me know. this one is a lot, and i don't apologize (i was provoked)

w/c; 3.3k and some change 

a/n; this was written for @junkissed-replies and @duhnova because they are two of the brattiest little brats i know who liked to push my buttons and now everyone gets filthy spite smut -- and my fics always go soft at the end idk man -- also thank you for @wonwussy for reading over this

The fact that Seungcheol’s eyes hadn’t left you all night but he hadn’t spoken more than a dozen words to you should have been a good indication as to how your night would end up. Instead of heeding the warning glare from him over his glass of whisky you simply laugh against Jun’s neck. Your lips brushing his ear causing the man to sputter on his own drink when he feels his pants get tighter at your attention. 

Seungcheol knew you knew exactly what you were doing. One foot in front of the other, heavy footsteps make their way across the room while the rest of your friends seem to be completely unaware of what is happening. Jun looks up before you do, his eyes widening slightly when they meet Seungcheol. “Y/N…Cheol’s here.” 

You smirk against Jun’s throat, the smell of sweet alcohol on your breath when you pull away to look up at your boyfriend smiling at him sweetly. His eyes meet yours with interest before roaming over your body and Jun’s. “Are you having fun, darling? What about you Junhui?” 

Jun starts to slide away from you, but Seungcheol shakes his head reaching for your hand gesturing towards the stairs. “Join us, clearly it’s what she wants. Right?” Your playful giggle causes Jun’s Adam's apple to bob in his throat dramatically while he gets to his feet taking the spot next to you. 

“Are we really going to play Cheol?” Your eyes meet Seungcheol who simply gives you a wolfish grin leading you and Jun up the stairs towards one of the empty bedrooms. “Sure we are, princess…” Letting you lean into him, Seungcheol shakes his head causing you to miss his raised brow when he unlaces his fingers with yours. 

His eyes follow you while you make your way back towards Jun when the man walks into the room. Your hands are already tugging at the soft satin button up that feels like butter under your teasing fingers. “Did I say you could touch?” Jun watches your bottom lip jut out at Seungcheol’s words. Your head shaking, you smile still and glance over your shoulder letting your hip pop to one side trying to tease both of them. 

“No, but he’s so soft. You said we were going to play and you want me to play with you don’t you Junnie?” When your eyes meet Jun’s once again you find him meeting your gaze with a raised brow. His hand reaching into his pocket he takes out his cellphone reading the latest text message from Seungcheol, a small chuckle falling from his lips when he nods glancing over your shoulder at his friend. 

“Course I do.” Your brows furrow as you watch the smirk cross his lips, his fingers reaching up to tug on a loose strand of your hair. “Shame you had to be such a bratty little whore all night long.” Jun’s words hit you right in your stomach running down to your core causing you to clench. 

Seungcheol runs his thumb along his bottom lip watching confusion cross your face when Jun leans to kiss the side of your lips. Your hands falling to your sides when the man winks at you before leaving the room and leaves you wanting. “What’s the matter, princess? Did your toy leave you high and dry?” 

When you turn, a whine on your lips, your feet practically stomping on the floor like a child, Seungcheol raises his brows. A laugh slipping from his lips, he rolls his eyes leaning against one of the bedposts watching you sulking. “You two are mean. I didn’t do anything wrong…Cheol, I am so horny.” 

Nodding, Seungcheol watches you while he gives you a faux pout to his own lips showing you some concern, reaching out a hand to you in order to get you to walk towards him. When you are in reach of him, his hands around your hips, Seungcheol jerks your body flush with his, causing you to gasp into a moan. His hand slides along your body, up to your throat before his thumb tilts your head back slightly. 

“Is that so? Are you dripping? Did Jun get you that riled up? His innocent act? My dumb little angel was so quick to fall for it. You were rubbing your thighs together the moment I told him to let you grind on him like a bitch in heat.” Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, anger, and arousal while Seungcheol’s fingers spread along your throat, his eyes looking down at you even slightly. 

“That’s not fair…” Your words make Seungcheol scoff, his free hand moving from your hip to tug up your tight dress over your thighs and ass so he can have access to your skin. You hiss out a moan at the first slap to your skin causing him to smirk at you when he knows how much you like the punishment. “It’s plenty fair. Flirting with one of my best friends in front of me? If you had asked like a good girl this night might be going much differently. You might be getting all your needy little holes filled up. I would have asked him to stay.” 

Seungcheol listens to you whine, he knew how much you wanted that. He knew how much you wanted to fuck Jun but that wasn’t happening anytime soon now. “Why are you whining? Because you know things aren’t going to go as simple as you want them to tonight my little puppy?” 

When you nod, Seungchol gives you that faux pouting concern look again before his hand grips your chin firmly making you look him in the eyes closely. “Please Cheollie…I can be good. I won’t be so bratty anymore.” Watching you smile, Seungcheol smirks tilting his head examining you. His tongue darts between his lips as his eyes move along your face, the way your eyes really do resemble a puppy begging for a bone, your lashes batting like the cutest thing he’s ever seen. 

“Please? Mmm, fuck…please?” Seungcheol’s hand on your ass grips tightly causing you to moan when you beg, his eyes finally falling on your mouth when he grins and shakes his head. His hand falling on your skin is hard enough to make you yelp until he rubs the spot making you moan quickly after, your head going fuzzy with arousal. 

“You just need something to keep your bratty mouth entertained, clearly. It’s been running enough all night long. Pushing my buttons, riling me up. Did you really think you’d get your way so easily? Bat your lashes and give me that smile and I’d fold like a high schooler with my dick in my hand?” 

Seungcheol holds your chin tightly making you shake your head no as you verbally say it, a smile still playing at the corner of your lips. His hand on your ass moves to his dress pants, the sound of his belt hitting the floor is your only indication that his pants were off before he steps closer and tilts your head down towards his waiting cock. 

“It’s not in my hand sweetheart, but you better get it in your sweet little whore mouth.” You moan softly at his words letting Seungcheol manhandle you into place, his hand gripping your hair tightly as he brings your head to his hips. Seungcheol watches you start to lift your hand to grab him at his base before he lets out a disapproving sound. “I said your mouth.” 

You glance up at him, feeling slightly embarrassed again when you have to turn your head and use your face to lift his heavy length very slightly before taking him into your mouth from this angle. Tilting his head Seungcheol smirks, a groan escaping from his lips when you hollow your cheeks around him. “Mmm there we go…is this why you’ve been such a brat? Just missing my cock so bad?” 

Feeling you moan around him, Seungcheol gives you a cocky smirk, his hand still gripping your hair tightly. “Fuck, you should see yourself. Your mouth stretched around me like a slut.” His words cause you to clench around nothing, his precum and your spit dripping down your chin. Seungcheol groans out a laugh, his hand lifting to his lips to rub them when you glance up at him giving him those wide lust filled eyes. 

“What? What is that look for? Huh?” He knows you can’t answer, his cock halfway down your throat but he is asking anyway listening to you whine around him. Seungcheol’s hips buck towards your lips once making you gag and he coos in faux concern pulling your head back by your hair only to make you look up at him. His eyes follow your tongue across your lips while you catch your breath, your fingers digging into the comforter under your hands. 

His hand moves to wrap around your throat, using his body to push yours back onto the bed all while you smirk up at him. Your hand moving to wrap around his forearm, Seungcheol looks down at you moving his knee between your legs. When you roll your hips over his thigh a smirk crosses his lips, a small grunt escaping his lips when Seungcheol feels how wet you are even through his pants. 

“My pretty little cumslut…just a hole begging to be filled. Am I right?” You whine at his words pushing up at his hand around your throat that isn’t providing near the amount of pressure you would want. Seungcheol laughs watching you, tilting his head in almost fascination watching how quickly you were reduced to this under him. “Speak when you are spoken to, darling.” 

You nod first but then quickly whine out a yes and a please when you feel Seungcheol pull his leg back from your warm center. “No, no please? I answered you.” Your begs of desperation cause Seungcheol to groan, his thumb caressing your neck before he leans back to look at you. Tears threaten your eyes from frustration wanting him to touch you, fuck you, do anything but instead he just takes a step back while you thighs tremble. 

“Desperate…that’s adorable. Take your clothes off, Y/N. They are just in my way.” Seungcheol watches closely, his own hands working slowly to remove his own as you sit up a pout on your lips when you tug your dress over your head. Hearing your boyfriend laugh you glance at him lifting your hips pushing your panties down your legs. “What? Why are you laughing at me, Seungcheol?” 

Your eyes travel over his body, his hand stroking his length while he tilts his head watching you drop the soiled lace onto the floor next to the bed leaving you bare in front of him. “Because you are still pouting even when you know you are going to get fucked.” 

He was right, even as he walked towards you a pout still rested on your lips right up to the moment when Seungcheol grabbed your chin and tilted your head back once again. His eyes boring down at you, observing you while a smirk forms on his lips. You watch him lean towards you thinking he is going to kiss you only for him to push you back on the bed causing you to gasp out a moan. “God, please Cheol? I don’t want to play anymore.”

You listen to him laugh, his hand sliding along your neck, across your chest where he squeezes each of your breasts teasing you. “You don’t? That was all you wanted before, princess, to play…” You whine before a loud moan takes its place when Seungcheol pinches your right nipple letting go suddenly. 

He watches you take a few deep breaths, your eyes almost glaring up at him but he can see the want behind that fire even more. You arch to the feeling of his hand sliding along your stomach and finally towards the middle of your legs when Seungcheol moves to tug at both of your legs pulling you down in the bed. Your legs spreading on either side of his, the feeling of his thumbs pressing against your inner thighs eliciting a soft moan of his name under your breath. 

Seungcheol knew that you would use your safe word if you needed it, just as much as he knew how much you enjoyed it when he was rough with you. You arch your back rolling your hips towards his touch only to gasp when you feel a sharp slap to your inner thigh causing you to look back at Seungcheol. His raised brows make you pout once again even when he moves to lay between your legs. 

Your moan causes Seungcheol to scoff, the feeling of his warm breath fanning over your wet folds and thighs. “What if I just left you here untouched?” The whines falling from your mouth cause Seungcheol to laugh, his arm wrapping around your hip to pull you closer. “Mm, just a dumb little cumslut too desperate for her own good.” You wanted to argue with him but when Seungcheol’s tongue dives between your folds for the first time tonight. 

His own brows furrow at how good you taste, the fact that he has to stop himself from rutting into the mattress immediately. He wanted to lose himself in you so quickly and you made it far too easy. The sounds of pleasure begin to echo off the walls along with the sounds of Seungcheol’s mouth latching on to your pussy as he all but makes out with it knowing he is getting you closer and closer to falling over that edge. 

Seungcheol knew the tell-tale signs of your orgasm almost better than you did so when your thighs begin to shake around his head you feel his lips turn up against your skin. A soft cry of no falls from your own lips, your hands reaching for him when Seungcheol pulls back denying you your first orgasm. “Fuck! No…Seungcheol I was right there.” 

You watch as he sits up running the back of his hand across his lips, a chuckle slipping from behind his hand while he nods. “You act like I don’t know. You think you get to cum that quickly and easily? I’m still playing a game with my little toy.” The feeling of his fingers sliding between your wet folds causes your legs to jerk and a gasp from your lips while you look up at him almost defeated. 

“Is that all it takes? Just one?” He knew it was more than just one stolen orgasm. You were throbbing for him, aching, your brain was fuzzy and there was no way he was going to give in to you if you weren’t completely submissive. “I’m sorry, please?” Your voice is so meek that Seungcheol has to lean forward, his cock dragging across your already swollen folds making you whimper. “Speak up.” His breath is hot against your neck, his tongue running along your skin up to your ear when you say please again louder until he bites at your skin lightly making you yelp. 

“So pretty, keep fucking begging slut.” His hand slides between the two of you lifting your leg to his hip so you can feel the head of his thigh cock line up with you giving you no time to think or adjust when Seungcheol bottoms out into you. The breath knocked from your lungs you try to beg but can’t find the words or thoughts only moans which seem to be enough for the moment. 

Seungcheol’s hand moves back to throat, the pressure he applies this time is delicious and intoxicating. The drag of his cock, the feeling of his head piercing against your spot with each hard thrust that sends you towards the headboard. You moan Seungcheol’s name like a prayer until you are unable to, the feeling of pleasure too overwhelming, between his hand around your throat and his cock buried so deep inside of you. 

Watching your face closely, Seungcheol groans, his own climax building impossibly to a point he isn’t sure he can hold back for much longer. “Cum for me little whore, take a breath.” At his words, his grasp around your throat loosens allowing your lungs to fill with a deep breath sending your brain into a frenzy. Even if he hadn’t given you permission you weren’t sure in that exact moment you could have stopped your orgasm as it rips through you. 

A low growling groan is muffled next to your ear as Seungcheol buries his face against your neck, one last thrust sending him over the edge as he follows you. Thick white ropes mixing with your own cum that he keeps inside of you for the moment listening to you whimper. 

Seungcheol relishes in the feeling of your nails scratching along his side and back while you come down from your orgasm. His lips brush along your neck, his hand sliding from your throat giving him space to kiss over any marks his teeth had left when his hips start to move in you slowly fucking his cum into you. “Oh god...too much.” 

Another laugh escapes Seuncheol’s lips at your words, your legs trembling even when he pulls back to watch his cock being coated in cum before pulling out. “Is it too much? I think you could give me more angel. Look at all this cum you are wasting.” 

You knew it was a rhetorical question and there was no way you were going to be able to watch what he was doing, your body exhausted you could only react when you felt his finger push into you. Seungcheol’s cock even softening twitches to the moan that you let out when he adds a second finger working his cum back into you reaching for your g-spot until your body jerks and he knows he’s found it. “Give me one more, I deserve it.” 

Your face burns slightly at the sounds coming from your body while his fingers enter you over and over, wet and lewd. When you lift your hand to cover your face Seungcheol stops you, his hand grabbing your wrist pulling your hand back down to your side. “Don’t ever hide from me. Not when you look so fucking beautiful falling apart for me.” With his words, the coil snaps inside of you for a second time and you cum around Seungcheol’s fingers. His eyes watch you almost darkly, possessively as you orgasm, your hips rolling over his hand until finally you calm down. 

Even with heavy eyes you watch Seungcheol bring his fingers to his lips and hear the sound of his groan when he tastes the mixture of cum on his tongue. “So fucking good, look at you now. So well behaved.” A smile and a scoff cross your lips making Seungcheol laugh, his fingers running through your folds causing your legs to jerk. Your lips part when his fingers press against them letting you lick them clean tasting the same mixture of cum he had just a moment before. 

“Just like candy, don’t you think sweetheart?” You laugh, your tongue running along your lips before you nod muttering out a tired yes. “You did well, if you want I will invite Jun back for next time. Just…ask first Y/N. That’s all I have ever asked from you, but I know you get into a mood and you like to push my buttons.” 

Your body has started to melt into Seungcheol only for you to whine out a sorry and a no when he slides off the bed going towards the bathroom where you hear the tub beginning to fill. “I have to get you cleaned up before we can fall asleep baby. You can even sleep in the tub if you want but…” 

By the time Seungcheol makes it back to the bed a small sigh escapes his lips, his fingers push your hair from your serene face as you let out a slow steady breath in your sleep. You barely stir when he picks you up in his arms and carries you into the bathroom, lowering you into the tub with him promising to take care of you, reminding you how well you did.

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Adore You | Chapter 1 | kmg x f!reader

I'd walk through fire for you, Just let me adore you

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2k | Genre: rom com, fluff, smut, office au

Warnings: power imbalance bc reader is his boss but he’s the one doing the pursuing, personal assistant!mingyu, he’s such a simp, mention of food, suggestive thoughts

Reader Notes: wears a skirt and heels, boss bitch, touch starved, gets nails done, wap, referred to as a woman

Mingyu glances at his watch, noting that it’s near lunch, and shuffles around the papers on his desk wishing he didn’t have bad news to give you. The end date of the project you’re overseeing will have to be delayed again, and he knows you won’t be happy.

You won’t take it out on your team - you understand that things happen - but it means you’ll have to explain to the higher ups why you need another month and talking to them always puts you in a sour mood. 

It’s likely because you and everyone else in this building knows you’re more qualified and better suited to the role than the six old men in that big conference room are, but until one of them retires or dies, you’re stuck where you are. That means Mingyu is stuck where he is too, but he truly would be happy to stay here forever. 

Mingyu has been your personal assistant for six months now. He’s a bit clumsy, and he tends to order the exact same coffee as you so he has an extra just in case, and he once forgot his own strength and knocked so hard on your frosted glass door, it shattered, but he’s still good at lots of things!

He’s attentive, eager, sharp, and he can always anticipate what you need before you even ask for it. He’s a pro at taking care of you, making sure you don’t work yourself too hard and that you drink plenty of water and eat regular meals.

He does everything for you, everything but your job, and ensuring that you’re happy and content and well cared for is one of his greatest strengths. 

Which is why he’s borderline devastated when he overhears you on the phone. Your voice isn’t loud from his desk, but he’s trained his ears to listen for you and listen they do. You’re not talking about him, thank God, but you are talking about the boyfriend you just broke up with.

You were dating him when Mingyu first started, and from the one and only time he met him at the office, he knew he wasn’t anywhere near good enough for you. Apparently, he even turned out to be bad for you, stressing you out and hurting your feelings and, worst of all (to you), he couldn’t make you cum. 

That’s shocking to Mingyu. He’s always been a giver during sex, gaining more pleasure from making someone else feel it rather than taking it for himself, but he knows not all guys are like that. This one didn’t even try, it seems from your complaints, and he can’t believe you lived like that for all these months. 

He doesn’t doubt you’ve cum in the meantime, he knows women masturbate just like men do, but hearing that you’ve been so neglected has his stomach churning.

If it were him, he’d have to loosen you up with two or three orgasms before he could even fit his cock inside you, and if you let him in without a condom, he’d obviously have to clean you up with his mouth after, guaranteeing a grand total of four minimum. 

To think that you’ve been giving yourself to that man and getting nothing in return…

Mingyu doesn’t think he can let that stand. 

So, he comes up with a plan.

Step 1. Show you how well he knows you.

Mingyu starts by rescheduling your non-essential lunch meeting, recognizing in your voice that you need some time to yourself, and orders your favorite from the place down the street. He’ll run out to pick it up in half an hour, leaving him just enough time to break the bad news to you. He hates that he’ll have to put even more of a damper on your day, but it’s better that you know now so you can adjust accordingly. 

He rolls his chair back and stands, reaching his hands up to the ceiling in a stretch before straightening his clothes out and running a palm over his hair to ensure it’s all in place. There’s a piece that always breaks free from the pomade and drives him crazy, but he doesn’t want to use too much and look all greasy. Predictably, the lock falls against his forehead and he rolls his eyes before popping a mint into his mouth and smoothing on some lip balm. 

You hung up with your friend a few minutes ago and he can’t hear you anymore, just his own footsteps on the marble as he walks the six feet to your door and knocks. You call out a low, “Come in,” and he turns the knob as gently as he can. You have a corner office on the fifteenth floor and the view is spectacular, but when he steps foot inside, all he can see is you. Your eyes are rimmed in red, your lashes are clumped together, and your lips are puffy, the smile they stretch in forced and false. 

“What’s up, Mingyu?” You ask, your voice a bit scratchy and your tone overly bright. 

“So… Joshua sent over the project report, and it looks like they’ll need three more weeks.”

He imbues his words with apology, finishing with his eyebrows pushed together and his lip bitten between his teeth. You heave a great sigh, your perfect posture melting as you set your elbows on the wood of your desk and drop your face into your palms. 

“God, can just one thing go right today?”

He shifts on his feet, staying silent as you process what exactly needs to be done. It’s fascinating to watch the thoughts play out on your face, the frustration and urgency and finally, the acceptance. 

“Okay, I’ll have to call Terry and let him know. He won’t be happy but I don’t fucking care,” you turn and stare out the window as you speak, sinking back into your chair and kicking off your heels. “They have their three weeks, and if they need to extend it again, I need to know now. Is there anything else?”

You sound so weary, like if he placed one more burden upon your shoulders, you’d collapse under the weight of it all. If Mingyu could, he’d carry all of your problems for you, hell, he’d carry you, but he can’t so he just squeezes his hands into fists behind his back, his fingers tingling with the desire to reach out to you. 

“Nothing bad,” he promises. “I pushed your 1 PM meeting to tomorrow and I’m picking up your regular from Diane’s. I thought you might want a breather, I hope that’s okay.”

You usually don’t mind changes to your schedule, as long as they’re not last minute additions that keep you here later, but he still worries about doing things without your permission. Your eyes leave the window, your gaze finding him, and he does his best not to shrink under your intense stare. Until tears start to gather on your lashes, that is. 

Then, he rushes to you, his hands hovering over your form, desperate to comfort you but not wanting to cross any boundaries. He speaks all at once, his words flying out so fast, they’re almost unintelligible.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can move it back! I’ll move it back, it’ll be okay,” he soothes, petting the air around you as if that could do anything. 

“No, don’t move it,” you warble, your hands coming up to cover your face. “That’s just so thoughtful of you, Mingyu. That’s exactly what I need, a breather. Can I tell you something personal?”

Mingyu rushes to nod, his eyes wide and his breath stuck in his chest as you wipe away the tears on your cheeks. You glance away from him, your lips tightening and your brows tilting in a frown, “Derek and I broke up last night. I broke up with him, at least, but it still hurts. I mean, I wasted seven months on him, and the most thoughtful thing he ever did was throw an extra beer in the fridge for me every once in a while. I don’t even like beer.”

Defeat is clear in your voice, as is some measure of self-hatred. He doesn’t know what to say, beyond being sure he shouldn’t mention what else Derek wasn’t good at. He could tell you about his own disastrous breakup last year, or how it’s actually easy to do nice things for you, or that he’d be happy to do some very nice things for you, if only you’d ask. 

Instead, he says, “You deserve better,” and clenches his fists again when you just send him a sad smile and nod half-heartedly. 

His phone buzzes in his pocket, likely a text letting him know your order is ready for pick up, and he wishes he had a personal assistant of his own to send out so he could stay here with you. But he doesn’t, so he looks down at you from where he stands in front of your desk, longing to bundle you up and put you in his pocket so nothing and no one can ever hurt you again. 

That would be inappropriate, and impossible, and likely something you’re too independent for anyway. 

“I have to go get the food, can I grab you anything while I’m out?” He asks, his voice much softer than his words. 

You shake your head again, “No, thank you, Mingyu. Did you get something for yourself?” 

“No, I brought my lunch today,” he smiles, canines pushing against his bottom lip. 

“I should probably start doing that,” you sigh. “I bet yours is delicious, people still talk about the cake you made for Wonwoo’s birthday.” 

“I could start making a lunch for you, if you want,” Mingyu offers before he can actually think about it, about how intimate and domestic it would feel, packing a lunch for you and knowing you’re eating food he made with his own two hands. 

“Oh no, that’s way out of your pay grade, I couldn’t put you out like that.”

“I insist! Please let me,” he begs, clasping his hands together and bringing them up under his chin as he widens his eyes and pushes out his bottom lip. It takes less than thirty seconds for you to fold, your polite refusal defenseless against his expert pouting skills.  

“Fine!” You throw your hands up. “If you really want, you can make me lunch too. But you have to stop as soon as you don’t want to do it anymore, and that’s an order.”

God, he loves your stern voice. 

“Yes, ma’am,” Mingyu beams triumphantly, rocking back and forth on his heels to contain the excited energy flowing through him. He’s already brainstorming recipes in his head, taking into account your allergies and preferences, and he thinks he’ll have enough ideas to at least last him the month. 

“I’ll be back in twenty with the food,” Mingyu assures you as he backs up to your door, not wanting to take his eyes off you for a single second. You return your attention to your computer but look at him just long enough to smile gently and say, “Thank you, Mingyu. You’re the best.”

That little bit of praise from you makes him float all day. 

All the way through your afternoon meetings, all the way home on the subway, and all the way up to his apartment, where he immediately sits down to start a pinterest board for your daily lunches. He doesn’t even undress, just gets right to work searching for recipes and making pins of ideas he already has. 

He also maybe buys new tupperware and a classy little lunchbox to bring your containers in, and pays extra to have it arrive tonight. 

One can never be too prepared when it comes to seducing one’s boss. 

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AN: yayyyyy so excited to post the first part of this lil mini series!! i had this idea around a year and a half ago when i started writing so it's definitely been on my mind for a while and i'm so happy i finally put it to words so i could share it with y'all! i'm just about finished writing it and i'm planning on posting once a week, so it should be fully complete by the end of november!

thank you to @petrichor-mingi for beta reading!

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The way this story is just so much more then the smut. I absolutely love it and highly recommended reading!!

Officially dub con but off the book I think the consent is pretty explicit, again just tagging it so because it is an intense series

General Warnings for the Series:

Porn with Plot, frat boy!Jeonghan, college student!y/n, best friend!Jeongyeon, soft!dom to hard!dom Jeonghan, mean!Jeonghan (and y/n loves it), submissive!y/n, female!y/n (sorry gender-neutral friends), heavy degradation, light masochist!y/n, sadist!Jeonghan, mild pain kink, vaginal fingering, cunnulingus, creampie, spitting, slapping, spitting, mentions of safe words but they’re never used, big dick!Jeonghan, blowjob, slight public play, phone sex, y/n has a humiliation kink, mentions of aftercare but I don’t write it happening he just says what he’ll do

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Pathetic (M)

“When your best friend Jeongyeon drags you to a frat party, you aren’t expecting much. Certainly not to be fucked dumb by notorious man whore Yoon Jeonghan, but hey, what happens at a frat party, stays at a frat party."

The Art of Humiliation (M)

“You go back to another Alpha Mu party in the hopes of maybe seeing Jeonghan again...”

Not a Friend (M)

“You think maybe sleeping with Jeonghan twice was a fluke- despite your last conversation with him, but when Jeongyeon mentions that he asked about you... You start thinking that maybe your relationship was more than you had originally thought it to be.”

Desired Intentions (M)

"Ironically enough after Jeonghan tells you that you can’t come over the next day you can’t stop thinking about him and it leads you to do to things that you wouldn’t normally do. But then again Jeonghan always ends up getting you to do things that you wouldn’t normally do without a second thought."

Love the Way You Lie (M)

"After finding out that Jeonghan has been lying y/n is thrown into a state of emotional turmoil. All the while, Jeonghan's actions leave her more and more confused by the day."

Attention (M)

"Everyone keeps acting like you aren't over Jeonghan, and you are determined to convince everyone that you are."

Arrow in the Dark - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW) - Masterpost

PART ONE: Your quiet life of working at a convenience store is upended when ultra wealthy Seonghwa convinces you to pretend to be his girlfriend for one night in order to fool his parents.

PART TWO: Persuaded by Seonghwa to try a crash course in relationships in order to pull off convincing his parents of the lie that the two of you are deeply in love, you quickly realize that you might have taken on more than your heart is prepared for.

FINAL PART:  With the beach house weekend finally here, certain decisions need to be made in regards to the ever changing relationship you have with your fake boyfriend, Seonghwa.