Concealed Zippers - Lc

concealed zippers - lc

title: concealed zippers pairing: lee chan x f!reader genre: smut (minors dni!), bestfriend!chan warnings: pining, teasing, sexual comments, explicit sex, fingering, oral (m. receiving), chan and reader are soft for each other w.c.: 3.4k summary: you ask your best friend to zip your dress up a/n: this actually wasn’t based off of taylor swift’s song dress but it came on when i was writing this and it was too perfect

“Chan!”

The calling of his name grabs his attention from where he’s looking at his phone. The dancer is waiting in your apartment living room waiting for you to finish getting ready. Chan is your date tonight to an event hosted by your work company. It’s some charity ball thing and if it wasn’t already obvious Chan doesn’t know much about it. The only reason he’s going is for free food (and because he’s a simp for you but he’s not going to admit that one out loud).

“What? Are you okay?” Chan walks to your bedroom door and stands outside of it.

“I need help!” Your panicked tone alerts Chan and he’s throwing your door open only for him to stop in his tracks. There you are, standing in the middle of your room, with your whole back exposed.

He takes a moment to look all of you over. You have on your favorite pair of black strappy heels that you keep wearing despite them always hurting your feet. He can see the way your wrists, ears, and neck are adorned with silver jewelry. Your hair is already all dolled up and he’s sure you already have all of your makeup on as well. These are all common things when you guys dress up together, no what catches his attention is your dress. Wrapped around your body is a maroon satin dress that hugs your hips a little too well. It doesn’t go past the middle of your thighs and only has little straps to hold it up.

Your smooth back is tantalizing to Chan and it takes everything in him not to walk up to you and start kissing up the exposed skin. 

“Can you zip me up?” The tone of your voice has switched to soft and shy and you look over your shoulder to look your best friend in the eye. “It’s a new dress so I’ve never worn it before. I didn’t realize the zipper was so small and hard to reach.” Chan licks his lips and only nods.

Nobody knows this besides maybe Vernon and Soonyoung but Chan has been madly in love with you for like two years now. Chan’s hands shake a bit as he reaches for the small zipper that sits at the small of your back, right above your butt. It’s one of the small oval zippers that are used on concealed zippers to hide inside of the dress. He’s about to grab the zipper but stops himself and quickly switches his demeanor.

Instead of taking the zipper between his fingers, he slides his hands against your skin and into your dress so he grabs at your bare waist. His fingers are so close to touching the swell of your breasts and your breath hitches a bit at the contact.

Chan leans in so his mouth is right by your ear. You can feel his breath against your neck as he whispers, “Are you sure you want me to zip it up? Why don’t we just skip this whole event and I take the dress off of you all together.”

It isn’t uncommon for Chan to act like this with you, flirty and sexual and pushing boundaries. It’s always played off as a joke and just Chan’s nature towards you due to your comfort and intimacy with one another, but you don’t know that Chan truly means it, and Chan doesn’t know that his words always leave you wanting more.

“C’mon Chan we have to get going soon. Please just zip my dress up?” Chan mistakes the breathiness in your voice for exasperation instead of desire and quickly snakes his hands back out of your dress. You have to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from whining at the loss of his touch. You know he’s only joking but you wish he meant it so badly. Your pussy is already damp just from thinking about his words and you want nothing but for him to rip your dress off and ravage you.

“Of course, princess.”

God that stupid nickname he insists on calling you. More a part of the game he plays with you. Teasing you with a smirk while you slowly die inside over it. 

Unbeknownst to you Chan is mentally freaking out. Why did he do that? You probably think he’s some kind of pervert now. He pushed it too far this time and he still has to zip your dress up. Chan does his best not to fumble as he actually grabs the zipper this time. He pulls the small maroon plastic piece up your back, his knuckles caressing against your warm skin as he does, and for some reason this touch seems even more sensual and intimate than the previous one.

Shivers are sent down your spine as Chan’s skin brushes yours. The feeling is gone far too soon for your liking as he finally pulls the zipper all the way into place. He even takes the time to tuck the zipper into the folds of the dress so it’s fully concealed the way it’s supposed to be. His hands run down your sides and rest on your waist. The fabric is thin and he can feel your body heat radiating up into his palms. You silently wish that the red fabric was gone so you could feel Chan’s hands on your bare body.

“Beautiful as always, princess. Ready to go now?”

You only nod and Chan pulls away again and you have to take a moment to catch your breath before you follow him out of the room.

Your dress is driving Chan crazy. The front has a cowl neck so it frames your boobs just perfectly with just enough cleavage to be considered teasing and not sleazy. The skirt keeps riding up your thighs and you have to keep pulling it back down and Chan watches every time as you tug the skirt down your legs that Chan so badly wants to be between. As you guys walk around the event Chan keeps a firm hand on your waist and as much as he loves the feel of the smooth material under his hand, he wishes that he could touch you under it as well.

As expected by the time the night is coming to a close Chan is practically supporting all of your weight because your shoes are hurting your feet so bad. You haven’t complained to him about it yet but he can tell just by the way you lean into him and continue to shift around.

“Come on princess, let’s get you home.”

When you get to your apartment your feet are throbbing but you don’t want to complain to Chan. You don’t have to though, because before you’re even able to get out of the car he’s opening your door and scooping you up into his arms.

“C-chan! What are you doing?”

“Shush, I know your feet are killing you. Let me help.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you into your apartment.

Your heart is hammering out of your chest and you hope he can’t feel it. You know he’s strong but you didn’t know he was this strong.

Inside Chan’s own head he’s trying his best to think pure thoughts, but all he can really think about is the way your thighs are pressing against his arm and the way his hand is just barely brushing the side of your breast. Speaking of, your breasts are nearly in his face with the way your arms are wrapped around him and Chan has to make sure he doesn’t look down at you because then he’ll be looking down your whole dress and he doesn’t want to pop a boner while he’s trying to just bring you to your apartment.

When Chan gets to your apartment he lets you down gently and you grip onto his forearm as you reach down to take off your shoes. You throw them to the side as you walk over to your bedroom. When you bent down to take off your shoes your dress rode up again, but this time you don’t bother to fix it. Chan gulps thickly as he watches you way away, your dress pulled up so far he can see all of your thighs on display.

“Hey Chan? Can you help unzip my dress?” You call for him once again.

Chan’s dick stirs around at just the thought of him unzipping your dress. He walks into your room where your back is already turned to him. Chan slowly walks up to you and grabs at the zipper again and slowly drags it down until it can’t go further, exposing your back once again.

Without even thinking Chan’s hand trails up your back, caressing your soft skin.

“Chan…”

“Princess?”

“Tell me you don’t want this.” You slip the straps of your dress down your shoulder but hold the front of your dress to your breasts so you don’t fully expose yourself.

“Fuck.” That’s all Chan says before he’s on you. His lips attach themself to your neck as his hands reach around you to pull your hands away from yourself. The dress slips down your body and onto the floor and you shiver not only from the cold air hitting your nipples, but also from the way Chan sucks a hickey into your neck.

Chan’s hands move to knead at your breasts and you moan at the feeling of finally having him touch you. “Channie~”

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” Chan is picking you up again, only this time it’s to throw you onto your bed. He takes in the sight of you as his dick twitches. You’re looking up at him with the sweetest bedroom eyes with your perky tits on display, the only thing covering you being your thin black lace panties. “Shit Y/N, you’re beautiful.”

He leans down to kiss you and you finally understand all of the cheesy fireworks analogies that romance novels talk about. Everything just feels right when you kiss him. Your lips slot together perfectly and he kisses you tenderly yet passionately.

The moment he pulls away you miss the feeling of his lips on yours but you don’t mind that much when his mouth then moves to your right tit. You bring your hands up to grab at his hair, carding your fingers through the dark locks. After a few more licks, he moves to press open mouthed kisses onto your left breast. You mewl as you feel him roll your nipple between his teeth. He chuckles at this a bit. 

Desperate to speed up the pace of things, your fingers fumble with the button’s on Chan’s shirt. You’re close to just ripping the fabric off of him but Chan senses your impatience and swiftly unbuttons and sheds the shirt.

Your skin tingles at the way Chan’s warm, bare body presses against yours. His hand kneads at your waist as he starts to press playful kisses into your neck.

“Chan please,” you beg in a low voice.

“Please what princess?”

“I need you. Need you to touch me. Touch me here.” You grab his hand and slowly trail it down to in between your legs. Chan groans as he feels the way your panties are already damp. His fingers find your clit and he teases it slightly. Your body jolts at his touch and you whine as you feel your core get even wetter.

“Oh shit. Baby you’re so fucking wet for me.” Chan reaches down into your panties and the pads of his fingers trail your slit, smearing your slick all over your folds. You squirm around in the bed, praying that Chan will just get on with it, but he doesn’t of course. He slowly circles your clit, your arousal spreading across your clit as well.

“Chan please, I need you to finger me.”

“Ah good girl, using her words, asking so nicely.” Chan is playful with his words but mentally he’s dying to get his fingers inside of you. He’s not sure how much longer he can keep up the teasing dominant act before he fully breaks character.

Your hips buck up and you let out a high pitched squeal when Chan’s finger slips into your hole. He barely thrusts into you twice before he’s already adding another finger, muttering about how pliant your pussy is to his fingers.

“C-chan wait,” you call out, your voice coming out in between pants. Automatically Chan stops and pulls his fingers out of you.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah just, uh,” you flush red, “I want to suck your dick as well.”

“Oh.” Chan’s face also turns red. “Y-yeah, okay.”

You two shift around on the bed so Chan can lean against the headrest. Your face is by his lap, the rest of your body curled up next to you so Chan can still reach to finger you. His fingers easily penetrate you again as you start to palm at him through his dress pants. His cock is already hard and straining to be freed from the fabric.

You fiddle with the buttons and zipper until they come undone and you’re able to reach inside his pants and boxers to grab at his dick. You pull out the hard member and swallow at the sight of how thick it is. It’s average in length but the sheer girth of his dick makes your head spin, your hand barely able to fit around it.

As your hands paw at Chan’s pants he lifts his hips so you’re able to pull the garments down his legs and onto the floor. You do your best to fist him in your hand, pumping a few times. Chan breath stutters as you do and a bit of precum starts to leak out of his cock. You lean down to lick it up, running your tongue against the slit of his cock. Chan’s fingers piston into you harder as you continue to lick at Chan’s tip. You pucker your lips and suck the whole head into your mouth, your tongue swirling it around as you do.

“Shit princess, you’re making me feel so good.”

You respond by mumbling around his cock which does nothing but pleasure Chan even more, the vibration shooting right into his dick. You open your throat as you bob your head up and down, taking his whole length into you as you press your tongue against him. He’s so thick he can barely fit into your small mouth and Chan tries his best not to buck up into you.

Chan has three fingers buried into you now, curling up into your sweet spot. Your hips are grinding against his hand to try and gain friction against your clit because you’re just so close. Right as you feel your orgasm coming on you pull off Chan’s cock to tell him. It’s barely a second later that you’re clenching down in his fingers and cumming. You press kisses against his dick as your hand works to play with his tip. It’s enough stimulation to get Chan to cum as well, if the sight of you cumming on his finger wasn’t enough alone. 

Afterward you both take time to catch your breaths. You’re still turned on though and want more. You force yourself to sit up so you can crawl into Chan’s lap. You pull him into a searing kiss that he reciprocates hungrily.

Your kiss deeps as Chan palms at your ass cheeks. His hands are rough as the grope you, pulling your body into his. Your mouths clash against each other like hungry men who are experiencing their last meal, trying to remember what it tastes like. You grind your bare cunt against Chan’s cock and he involuntarily bucks his hips up against yours. His dick is still hard even though he’s cum once already. You whimper as the way his cock drags against your puffy lips.

Chan reaches around between your thighs and rubs at your entrance. You don’t think you can take anymore teasing and you whine. “Channie please, please fuck me. Want you to fill me up with your hot, thick cock.” You know you probably sound like a porn store right now but you can’t bring yourself to care, too needy for your best friend’s cock.

“I know princess, I know,” Chan coos as you as he kisses at your jaw. “Fuck do you have any rubbers?”

You nod and reach over into your nightstand drawer to pull out a little square packet. Your hands are shaking too much to open it though and Chan swipes it out from between your fingers and opens it before diligently rolling it onto himself. After he’s fully protected, one of his hands holds your hips steady as he lines himself up to your opening. Still guiding your hips, he helps you slowly sink down onto his cock. The stretch is tight, tighter than anything else that’s ever been inside of you, and your legs are already shaking by the time he’s all the way into you down to his hilt.

Chan’s breath is raggedy as he stares at the area between your thighs. Your pussy has a vice grip on his cock and he can see the way he disappears into you completely, your chubby pussy lips wrapped around him.

“Do you feel good baby? Anything hurt?”

“N-no. N-need Ch-Channie t’move,” you slur out, already a bit drunk on his cock. Chan’s mind isn’t too far off as his brain is flooded with only thoughts of your pretty pussy.

Chan wraps his arms around your waist and starts to move his hips up and down, his cock sliding in and out of you. He helps your body start to bounce on his cock to meet his thrusts. Your hands bury into Chan’s hair again and you grip hard. Chan doesn’t reprimand you though, enjoying the way your fingernails dig into his scalp.

Chan’s mouth is the perfect level to press kisses into your collar bones. His tongue runs along your neck and chest, nipping here and there as it does. In this moment Chan already knows that he will never get tired of the high pitches keens you keep letting out.

Too soon Chan feels his balls tightening but he won’t allow himself to cum until you do. He drags a hand up and down your side a couple of times before he brings it down to touch your clit. You gasp as he does and it only takes a couple of jerks of his fingers before your pussy is clenching him tight. You yank his hair, pulling his head back, as you moan loudly. Chan pulls your face down into his so he can kiss you as you let yourself climax. Your pussy is pulsating against his cock as you do and Chan is bucking up into you at a brutal pace, chasing his own release. His cum spurts into the condom as your lips mash together and low moans escape your throats.

After you finally come down from your high, Chan's hips come to a stop inside of you and you slump against him, resting your head against his shoulder. You mouth at his neck a bit and his fingers run up and down your back, both of you two too blissfully fucked out to do anything else.

Eventually Chan is lifting you up to gently pull out of you so he can take off the condom and tie it off. You laze sleepily on the bed, watching Chan clean himself off before he moves to clean you up as well. He presses soft, loving kisses against your skin as he does before he’s fully crawling back into bed with you, scooping you up in his arms.

“Does this mean you're my boyfriend now?” You ask in a small voice.

“Yep, and you’re never getting rid of me,” Chan mutters into your hair, where his face is buried.

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment forever,” you say out loud, just talking to the air. “Heh, all it took was a measly little zipper huh?”

“Oh god the zipper,” Chan groans. “You were killing me all night in that dress princess. Was so ready to just rip it off you and take you right there.”

“Fuck Chan. I can’t believe you’re really mine now.”

“All yours baby, and I’ll zip, and unzip, any dress you want me to.” You can feel him grinning and you find a small small work it’s way onto your face as well. You know that the next time you ask him to zip up your dress, you won’t be making it to the event. 

waiting for, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, ft. jungkook

summary: Jeon Jungkook is paying for erotic photos and he is going to jack off to them. Nothing wrong with that, right? Ah, yeah, except, well... he paid for them because he knew the one featured was none other than Min Yoongi's very own girlfriend, who he wanted to fuck very... very much. Probably too much. Shit.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship (yg/you); if it isn't obvious already, sex work involving erotic photography; wild OT7 karaoke scene lol; a whole lotta guilt; smut (fem reader, descriptions of erotic photos with BDSM themes, m-masturbation, phone sex, f-receiving oral); non-idol!AU - (secret) sex worker!reader x music producer!Yoongi ft video editor and photographer!Jungkook and far too friendly?Park Jimin (he always sneaks he way in here, idk how, oop); Jungkook's POV

--

now playing – waiting for by taemin

He was finally alone.

Only now could he breathe.

Jeon Jungkook was on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He knew what he was going to do, but it still felt wrong. It felt wrong being naked on his bed, sheets soft against his skin, illuminated by nothing but his phone screen. The harsh light reflected off his toned chest and his inked right arm as Jungkook held his phone up with his left. He was clutching his phone too hard; he could see that his knuckles were white even in the low light.

He exhaled, pushing the air out of his lungs as he relaxed his grip.

His eyes flickered to the time. Almost. Two minutes.

Part of him felt guilty, even if it wasn’t that guilty of an act. Because it wasn’t, really. It was a service being provided; he wasn’t stealing. He paid for it, just like the others. But still. Part of him felt guilty.

The other part was horny as fuck.

He saw the notification pop up. Hand delivered to his account inbox. It made Jungkook feel special, even if he wasn’t. Every other customer who paid for this tier got the same rewards. It disturbed him a little how his finger didn’t shake anymore when he pressed the ‘open me’ button.

From: _thehornedsin.

In an instant, he was breathless.

The first thing he noticed was her lips. Painted a glossy dark red, perfectly shaped. Slightly parted, with her little pink tongue sticking out. The second thing he noticed was the curve of her chin, nestled above the leather collar with a huge metal padlock. The third thing was the blindfold, black lace layered over lush maroon velvet. And the fourth thing was the horns.

That’s right, the curved, black ram’s horns draped with black lace.

It was a close up shot of her shoulders and face, with the focus on her damn lips. Her absolutely plush, perfectly fuckable lips that demanded to have a cock shoved into them.

Jungkook hated that he thought that, but he did.

She had a few different variations of ram’s horns, but he admired the black the most because they looked almost real, like they were part of her head. It was part of her signature, a striking feature in every picture, along with the blindfold.

She always wore a blindfold.

He flipped through the pictures, slowly, admiring every detail. She was laid across an extravagant red velvet couch, draped in long black lace robes. A single leg stuck out, covered in a sheer black thigh-high stocking and an elegant black pump. With each picture, the layers of lace robe lowered, down her shoulders, her arms. Shots of her bare back, no bra. The top of the garter belt, the curve of her ass.

A whole goddamn story, packed in those pictures he now had on his phone.

His right hand slid down his side, creeping down his abs. He gasped as his fingertips brushed his cock, already hard, staring at a perfect photo of her back view, knees on the couch, hands on her ass and spreading her cheeks. Still wearing the heels and the fucking sheer thigh-highs. His hand grasped his cock. Jungkook swiped again.

Holy fuck.

Front view now, tongue between her teeth, legs crossed, her perfect fingers elegantly poised, framing those flawless tits. Nails painted red with black crystals, matching the entire vibe of the photoshoot. Pointing straight to her nipples, large and hard. Jungkook let himself pump now, slow, breathing already shallow. Swipe. Legs open, nails sinking into her juicy thighs, pussy glistening with her chest jutting out. He fucking zoomed in. He zoomed in and moaned softly, seeing that beautiful wet opening. His right hand went faster, harder. Swipe. She was holding fucking wooden clothespins, back arched against the couch, one leg leaning against the back and the other lazily trailing the floor.

Swipe.

His hand was moving of his own accord now. Jungkook was getting to the end of the pictures and of himself. The clothespins were on her nipples. He whined, seeing her poor nipples pinched, her mouth open, tongue licking her lips. Fuck, it was like he was there. Fuck, it was like he had been waiting just for this. Swipe. The next, one hand between her legs, the other pushing her tits together, nipples red from being constrained. His hand was moving so fast, cock throbbing, nearing release, breathing so hard that he was winding himself.

Swipe.

Head thrown back, leather collar with the heavy padlock right between her collarbones, tits sticking straight up, clothespins in the damn air, three fingers shoved into her tight pussy, already dripping and soaked. Jungkook could even see splatters of her juices on her inner thighs, shiny and slick thanks to the lighting.

He came.

Jungkook fucking exploded, moaning and gasping, his cock jerking in his hand as white spurts of semen shot out, all over his hand, his thighs, his bedsheets. He hadn’t expected to cum that fast or that hard, but he hadn’t expected the damn picture either. He gritted his teeth, squeezing his cock tight, as if it wasn’t his hand, as if he was inside that pussy he was staring at right now. Swipe. The last one. Her smug smirk, hand up, shiny fingers spread and covered in her orgasm. Pink tongue sticking out, licking her middle fingertip.

His eyelids fluttered, rolling back into his head as he opened his hand and spread his orgasm all over the head of his cock, aggravating the sensitivity and heightening the pleasure, torturing himself.

Once again, for another month, he came to the erotic photos of _thehornedsin. The photos he paid for, along with a few hundred other patrons. The photos of someone he knew, someone he would see tomorrow in person, someone who he shouldn’t be in love with, but was. And he was guilty, guilty because he was in love with her and was too ridiculously happy when he was told that she was low-key a sex worker.

Min Yoongi’s girlfriend.

-

“Did you know Yoongi-hyung’s girl has a sexy Twitter?”

At the time, he had no idea this question would change his life.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, already three pieces deep in barbequed beef bulgogi. His mouth was completely filled and he chewed noisily, giving his friend Park Jimin a strange look. Jimin was on his phone, swiping with the hand that was holding his chopsticks.

“Let me bring it up,” Jimin was saying.

Jungkook swallowed, throat stretching too far. He coughed, taking a long sip of his beer. “There’s no way she has a sexy Twitter,” he chuckled. “Hyung would never let that happen. You know how possessive he is.”

Jimin waved his chopsticks dismissively. “Here.” And he turned his phone around.

Twitter profile for _thehornedsin. Pictures of woman wearing fake ram’s horns and a blindfold, strangely eerie and elegant, in beautiful lingerie. All hot. All sexy as fuck. Jungkook was already getting hard and these were only racy photos.

“Pfft, how is that hyung’s girlfriend?” he snorted, mentally noting the username because if that woman was single, he was definitely going to send a DM her way.

“Because,” Jimin continued, turning the phone back to himself to scroll upwards. “There are Yoongi-hyung’s hands.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. Large male hands pressed against the woman’s soft breasts, their heads out of frame, a silver necklace draped right in her cleavage. He recognized the rings Yoongi usually wore, the silver bracelets. There was even that black beaded bracelet Jung Hoseok had made for Yoongi a while back.

“They… they can’t be…” Jungkook sputtered.

Jimin grinned. “It is. I asked already.”

“You what?” Jungkook felt his ears burn. “You pervert!”

Jimin laughed, tucking his phone away and cheerfully grabbing some meat off the grill. “It’s a public Twitter. I only confirmed my suspicions.”

Jungkook began to stuff his face distractedly, trying to not think about how hard he was getting now that he knew this information. “How did you even find it?”

“I follow a lot of sexy Twitters. And pay for their email subscriptions if they have them.”

Jungkook choked. “You do what?”

“I pay for erotic photos,” Jimin stated calmly. “You know, support the artist.”

“Artist,” Jungkook echoed hauntingly.

Jimin narrowed his eyes. “Yes, artist. Because they are real people and they work hard to take good pictures to help good human beings like me get off.”

Jungkook mouthed the words good human beings and Jimin scowled at him, popping a piece of grilled beef in his plump lips.

“How many times have you just looked up pics or videos and jacked off?” Jimin accused. “You don’t need to answer, because I already know the answer is, a lot. Tons of people don’t want to pay for porn. That’s fine. But I do, because there are people who work hard and do cool shit and I want to support that.”

“Weren’t you seeing someone?” Jungkook interrupted.

Jimin shrugged. “I was. We looked at them together when we were dating.”

“You… looked at Yoongi-hyung’s girlfriend’s sexy pics… with another woman?” Jungkook blinked, disbelieving.

“Yeah, I did. She liked them too.”

His mind was blown.

“She thought the horns were cool. Me too.”

They were kind of weird, but the more Jungkook thought about it, the more he kind of liked it too. A fun play on words with them being ram’s horns and all. They gave her a dark vibe.

“What’s with the blindfold?”

“Well, obviously so her identity isn’t that easy to figure out. And it’s hot.”

It was. Jungkook’s dick was throbbing thinking about it.

“She has a paid subscription, with nude photos.”

Jungkook’s eyes bulged. “She has what?”

Jimin gave him a pitiful look. “Nude photos. Because she is a sex worker. Jungkook, are you an adult or what?”

His jaw flapped trying to form a sentence. “W-Well, I’m not trying to look up erotic photos on Twitter usually! I follow gaming stuff.”

Jimin shook his head. “Poor Jungkookie. So innocent to the world.”

There was a short silence of Jimin chewing and sipping beer.

“Do you… pay for her subscription?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Of course.”

Jungkook gave him a very pointed, eager look.

Jimin smirked. “Pay for it yourself. Support your friends.”

-

The subscription wasn’t very expensive. Jungkook paid for it the second when he got home, gaining immediate access to a few of the most popular sets.

He never jacked off so many times in one night.

For a bit more money, he could gain access to all of her photo sets.

So, he paid for that too and, over the course of a week, nearly lost his dick with how many times he masturbated. He should have made it last longer. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t because for the two years Yoongi and his girlfriend had been dating, Jungkook had thirsted over that ass and those thighs. For two years, he had been staring at her tits, wondering what they looked like. For two years, he had been admiring the way her lips pressed into Yoongi’s, wondering what that kiss felt like.

And to find out he could get her sexy as fuck nudes for a fee?

Fuck yeah, he paid for them.

She posted a new set once a month. The lowest tier got the non-nude erotic photos, the middle tier got those and the nude ones, and the highest tier got all the photos, including teasers and a few nudes during the month. Casual, in bed ones. Some with Yoongi’s hands doing various things to her. Things Jungkook wanted to do, like playing with her nipples, fingering her, and shoving toys in her holes.

He wanted more.

But then again, he always had.

-

Seeing her snuggled up to Min Yoongi’s side at the karaoke room was torture.

Torture because he wanted to be Yoongi and torture because he wanted to be the fucking chair under her ass. She was wearing a red plaid dress with Yoongi’s hoodie over it and black thigh-high socks. They were laughing at Kim Seokjin’s drunken high notes, taking shots together. Her cheeks were pink and pressed against Yoongi’s flushed face. His hyung was always more lovey-dovey when he was tipsy. Surprisingly, she was always quite calm, as if she wasn’t drunk at all.

Yoongi nuzzled her neck and kissed it.

Jungkook fumed, eyes fixated on the dirty floor because he couldn’t bear to look.

Park Jimin planted himself next to him, holding the karaoke iPad.

“Whatchu wanna sing?” he said, grinning, pink cheeks glowing.

Jungkook struggled to sound neutral. “Er… I dunno. I don’t like singing.”

Jimin nudged him. “Yes, you do. You love singing. And she loves your voice.”

“Jimin…”

Jimin loved poking the bear. The bear being Jungkook’s infatuation with Yoongi’s girlfriend.

“They’re looking for a photographer,” he said suddenly.

Jungkook swallowed air far too fast, coughing. “What do you mean?”

Jimin tipped his chin to Yoongi and his girlfriend, who were now egging on Seokjin, adding backing vocals to all his words. It actually made Jungkook smile, because the two of them looked cute as shit. Would be a lot easier if he just straight up despised seeing them together, but, alas, life fucked him up good.

“Taehyung can’t do it anymore. He’s moving to the city in a couple weeks ‘cause of his job.”

“Taehyung is their photographer?” Jungkook whispered shrilly, making Jimin jump.

“Yeah… didn’t I tell you?” Jimin said, squinting. “No?”

Jungkook’s giant eyeballs told Jimin, no, he did not tell him. He snapped his head to Kim Taehyung, who was beside Seokjin, waving Jung Hoseok’s arms around in attempt to add backup dancing to this nonsense. Kim Namjoon was beside them, just straight up yelling, because… well there really wasn’t a reason other than being tipsy. Namjoon cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted particularly loudly, only to jerk back and look at his hands, as if he was confused why he did that.

Okay, maybe Namjoon was actually drunk.

“Taehyung has seen her naked?” Jungkook hissed.

“I mean… you have too.”

“Yeah, but not naked in real life!”

“The pictures are real life?” Jimin said, confused.

Jungkook smacked him in the arm. “You know what I mean!”

Now he was actually furious. Furious that Jimin hadn’t told him, furious that Taehyung hadn’t said anything (not that he would, because that wouldn’t make sense, but Jungkook didn’t care), furious that Yoongi and her looked so fucking cute so he didn’t even want to try and break them up because, fuck, look at them jumping up and down and hugging each other as Seokjin scored a ninety-five.

Fuck!

Jimin got up and suggested another song, tapping the iPad as Namjoon and Hoseok grabbed the mics. Oh, dear. It was going to get loud.

Normally, Jungkook would be singing like crazy too, but he was feeling too many emotions and it was taking everything in him to smile and pretend like he was fine. He exhaled and looked up, trying to enjoy Namjoon shrieking on the top of his lungs as Hoseok attempted the high notes – it was chaotic to say the least.

When he was finally feeling some sense of calm, he sensed a presence next to him.

Oh.

No.

“You aren’t going to sing?”

He turned his head mechanically to see Yoongi’s girlfriend tilting her head at him. Staring at her red lips, the lips he had seen yesterday licking her own cum off her hands. Yoongi’s arm snaked around her waist, hand splayed over her stomach. He didn’t look at Jungkook, cheering on Hoseok instead, hyping him up.

He coughed. “Ah, I don’t know. I have a sore throat.”

She smiled apologetically. “Me too.” Then she smirked. “But probably for a different reason than you.”

Jungkook’s cock woke up suddenly, fighting his jeans.

“Ahaha…”

“Oh, sorry,” she said quickly. “I forgot you don’t like dirty jokes.”

No, that’s not quite it. “Ah… It’s okay.”

He spied Yoongi’s fingers digging into the hoodie. He was listening, all right.

“Jungkook,” she continued, unaware that her saying his name so innocently was making his dick leak an embarrassing amount of pre-cum into his pants. “You still work at that music company, right? Directing and editing videos?”

Jungkook blinked slowly, trying to be calm. She wasn’t even that close. But he could still see how her thighs spread out on the chair when she was sitting down, lightly constricted by her thigh-highs.

“Yeah. I do more editing than directing though. I was only assistant director a couple times.”

“Hmm,” she hummed thoughtfully. “You’re pretty good with a camera, huh?”

His heartbeat accelerated rapidly. “A-Ah… I wouldn’t say that.”

Yoongi’s hand was sliding up. Up. Up to her breasts, cupping one in his hand over the thick fabric. She turned her head, kissing Yoongi on the cheek.

“Going to the bathroom, my love,” she murmured to his skin before standing up and walking out of the loud room. Now Jimin and Taehyung were doing a soulful duet, swaying together as Namjoon pretended to wail. Hoseok and Seokjin where adding background vocals (read: heckling on the top of their lungs) in between chugs of beer.

This left Jungkook and Yoongi sitting in the corner.

Yoongi seemed to be tired from shouting. He was leaning against the chair, wrapped in his black parka and dark blue jeans. Cool and calm, round cheeks flushed.

Jungkook swallowed. He felt the tension. He didn’t know why, because Yoongi obviously knew people got off to his girlfriend’s suggestive pictures. He was part of them, after all. And his hyung must know that Jimin purchased nudes, but their friendship dynamic never changed. In fact, Jimin was quite close to Yoongi (in height too, but Jimin was still shorter), and Jungkook had never seen them act strangely around each other.

He chewed on his lip. He knew it was him. He knew he was the one making it weird. Yoongi was just sitting there, nearly asleep. Harmless.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Special mini photoset for highest tier members, arriving at 00:00. love, Sin from _thehornedsin

Jungkook made sure he was home by midnight.

And was greeted by the biggest surprise of his life.

-

“Park Jimin!”

It was the next day, and Jungkook was shouting at his phone, in a video call.

The older male rolled over in his bed and rubbed his eyes, black hair rumpled and messy. “Why are you yelling?” he mumbled sleepily, voice hoarse from singing his lungs out last night. “And why the video call?” He was definitely a little hung over. Maybe more than a little.

“So I can see your face as you try to explain to me why you were in Sin’s special mini photoset that was released last night,” Jungkook growled viciously.

The phone dropped suddenly, showing only video feed of Jimin’s white sheets.

“Erm… that couldn’t be me, haha…” Jimin muttered, hastily picking up the phone.

“I recognize your tiny pinkies anywhere.”

Jimin glared at him, turning his eyes into lines. “That’s insulting.”

Jungkook made a noise like a snarling bear.

Jimin winced. “Er, okay, yeah. It was me.” He got up from the bed, stretching. “They just wanted another pair of hands to add to the spooky factor. Yoongi can’t grow another set of hands.”

Jungkook wanted to throw his phone across the room, march to Jimin’s apartment, and strangle him.

Another pair of hands? The whole set had been those four hands all over her body, crawling over her front-tie blue silk teddy, undoing the strings, taking off her matching bra and panties, touching everything. Everything. Her neck, her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, her legs, her fucking pussy, all edited perfectly so it was only arms and hands all over her horned, blindfolded, sinful body.

And Jungkook jacked off to it, because yes, it was sexy as fuck, but he wasn’t happy about it.

“And why,” he growled, “Would you not tell me?”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, yawning. “Why should I? It was strictly professional. I got paid and everything.”

He got paid to touch Yoongi’s woman?

Jimin seemed to realize that was the wrong answer and that Jungkook was slowly frothing at the mouth.

“I didn’t say anything,” he added quickly. “Because I knew you would be jealous and overact like you’re overreacting right now.”

“I’m not…” Jungkook snapped his toothbrush in half as he attempted to brush his teeth. “Overreacting.”

Jimin shook his head. “You need help. You should not be this angry. She is not your girlfriend. You do not own her. Yoongi doesn’t even own her. She is her own person and you need to understand that.”

Suddenly all the rage seemed to be sucked out of him. Jimin was right. He should not be this angry or angry at all. Jungkook suddenly felt very, very guilty and ashamed.

He ended the call without saying goodbye.

-

For two whole weeks, Jungkook didn't look at her pictures.

Every time he wanted to, he told himself he couldn't. Every time he ever so much thought about it, he scolded himself. He used to look at them at least once a day, jack off to them at least two to three times a week. But now he told himself he couldn't.

Now, the only time Jungkook allowed himself visit her was in his dreams. If she appeared, he rejoiced, and if she didn’t, he would have a restless night chasing a shadow. He was aware of how messed up this was, but at this point he was a slave to his dreams.

Jimin didn't take his outburst personally. He even called back later, asking if he was okay. Asking if he wanted to go out to eat or something. But Jungkook refused, telling him in a monotone voice that he was fine.

At the end of a week, Kim Seokjin asked to stop by. He was in the area and wanted to chat for a bit. At first, Jungkook wanted to say no, but he relented. Seokjin was the oldest, after all. Also, he never took no for an answer.

Seokjin popped up with bags of gummies and banana milk. Asked to use the bathroom. They talked about game updates and new releases. The new sci-fi RPG that was coming out in a couple days.

"What happened to your toothbrush?" Seokjin came out of the bathroom, laughing as he held up half of a toothbrush. The half with the brush head.

Jungkook's eyes shifted. "I broke it. Still works though, so I was just going to keep using it."

Seokjin's laugh became squeakier as Jungkook tried to hide his conflicted expression. "Hyung will buy you a new one."

Truth was, Jungkook kept it so he could remind himself every day that he was an asshole.

-

Not masturbating made Jungkook crabby.

He found himself with little patience and constantly annoyed, although he tried to not let it show. Every day, he felt his resolve dying a little. Every night, he dreamed, waking up with a fucking telephone pole in his pants and not letting himself finish, as if he dealing some weird self-punishment for his jealous actions.

In short, Jungkook had put himself in horny jail.

He was sitting in his gaming chair, shirtless, playing Valorant. Even if he wasn't as invested in it as Overwatch, he was still very competitive. He wanted to be good at everything. Or he wanted to distract himself from his actual problems. Probably both.

Ah, his team lost.

He ran a hand through his long hair, fluffy and curled from being unbrushed and slept on. Annoyed, he scooted his chair away from the computer, ignoring his queue requests. Picked up his phone and then remembered he couldn't. Maybe he would go work out or something. Tire himself out.

His phone rang.

Jungkook's phone was almost always on silent. He had memorized the times the important notifications came. His friends, well. They could wait on him and his lack of response. He eyed his phone, knowing it was ringing because the screen was flashing at him. The only reason he picked it up and pressed the green call button was because of the name.

Min Yoongi.

Yoongi was almost as mute as Jungkook was when it came to communication, either in the group chat or phone calls. The only reason Yoongi was active was when it was necessary to collect the other six brain cells of the group. They had a tendency to lose focus of what the point was, such as getting lost on road trips and arguing about where to eat.

Jungkook had a feeling Yoongi did not want to talk about something that involved their friend group.

His stomach churned nervously as he brought his phone to his ear.

"... Hyung?"

"Jungkook!"

Breathless, beautiful, and not Yoongi's voice at all. His heart went to his throat. Guilt made him break out in sweat. He breathed her name into the mic, forgetting the honorific, biting his lip.

In his dreams, he didn’t use the honorific, because she was already his.

"Why... are you in hyung’s phone?"

"Ah, I don't have your number," she replied. "Yoongi said to use his, since you'll answer him."

Well, yeah. Because Yoongi never called unless someone was dying or something equal to that.

"What's wrong?" He moved his phone to his left hand, wiping his sweaty palm on his sweatpants.

"Nothing." A wispy chuckle, almost like Yoongi's. "Nothing's wrong, Jungkook."

The inflection on his name made him gulp. Almost teasing. His right hand slid to his inner thigh.

"How's work?" she asked, making small talk calmly and without a lick of nervousness.

His fingers bunched in the thick gray fabric of his pants, trying to stop his palms sweating. "It's okay. Stressful sometimes. Deadlines and stuff," he mumbled.

"I'm sorry about that." Her tone became apologetic, soft. "I called to ask you a question."

"What is it?"

"Do you..." Barely the hint of a gasp at her words. "Know anything about professional photography?"

Jungkook's eyes widened. Was she asking...? His hand slid under the waistband of his sweatpants. He inhaled sharply as his fingertips touched his stiff cock, ignored for far too long, brushing against his hot, taut skin.

"I..."

"I'm asking," she interrupted, voice as smooth as thick honey. Or butter, even. "Because you've been a longtime follower, busanboy97."

His breathing hitched at his username.

Jungkook did not, however, stop touching himself

"I... I'm sorry..."

She exhaled like a push of smoke straight into his ears. Jungkook moaned. He couldn't help it. He grasped his cock and shoved his pants down, panting into his phone, praying Yoongi couldn't hear him.

"Why are you sorry?" she murmured soothingly. "I send those pictures to you, so you can see them, Jungkook."

And then he heard it. Wet skin being teased, played with. His hand was already moving up and down, lower lip caught in his teeth, moaning low in his throat, desire and want and guilt.

"Are you touching yourself?" she asked, sweet and alluring.

He whimpered an affirmation. "I'm sorry, I can't help it," he rambled, pushing his head back in his gaming chair, rocking his hips into his hand. "I'm so sorry, noona, I know you're Yoongi-hyung's, I don't want to break you guys up, I'm sorry, but I want you, I want you, I want you.” His voice thinned into a whine as his hand massaged his rock-hard cock. It felt so good. It felt so sinfully good, touching himself with her voice in his ear. “I'm so sorry..."

"Shhh..."

She shushed him. Her shallow breathing became needy. The wet sounds in his ear became louder, noisier. Something being slid in and out. Jungkook closed his eyes, imagining her body he had seen so many times before, legs spread open, fingers buried deep into her soaking core, mouth open. Wishing it could be his hands on her curves, wishing he could replace her hand with his cock, wishing he could be the reason she was moaning. He knew it was wrong, but how could it be wrong if she was right here, right here in his ear, whispering his name, nudging him to keep going. There was a sucking sound and a shuddering moan left her lips.

And then he heard a low, familiar hum.

A hum that wasn’t hers.

Jungkook swallowed tightly.

“Hyung…?”

And then he realized that the sounds he was hearing was a mouth on her clit, sucking and licking as she hissed in pleasure. For some reason, his hand wasn’t stopping. It kept going, gripping tighter, pre-cum leaking down his fingers. A loud sucking noise and she cried out in his ear. He heard wood snapping against the floor, the sharp sound of a chair scraping.

“Lower the phone,” Jungkook whispered. His voice surprised him, deep and commanding. “Put the phone next to his mouth.”

He was in no place to give orders, but he just had to, hearing the desperation in her moans as she chased her orgasm.

“Heh.”

She chuckled at him.

And then the sounds became louder, more intense. He could hear it all, Yoongi’s tongue in her folds, drinking her juices, her clit being assaulted by the deft work of an expert mouth, paired with her whimpers of lust as she climbed to her peak.

“Fuck.” He was nearing his end too, cock throbbing in his hand, the head a dark red, stroking himself even faster. “That’s so fucking hot.”

The phone was lifted back to her heavy breaths, chucking softly. “Promise you’ll come over and take pictures of me, Jungkook?”

“I promise, fuck yes.”

“Then cum with me, hm?” Her words were a spell, enchanting him closer and closer to his orgasm. “Cum all over those sexy hands of yours, onto those beautiful thighs. Drip onto the floor, be messy for noona.”

He whined, squeezing his eyes shut, seeing her pretty face above him, ram’s horns framing her head and hair, eyes on him, watching him. Her name floating off his tongue, no honorifics, dreaming she was his, growling into the mic.

“A-Ah, I wish you were here, watching…” he murmured. “Gonna cum for you.”

Her moans hiked. Sounds more uninhibited now, dirtier, yearning.

“J-Jungkook, come on… So close, so, close…”

He imagined her hand tangled in Yoongi’s hair, her hips humping his face.

“Cum for me, right now.”

“Mmm, Jungkook!”

His name punctuated by his own groan as he came with so much force that it actually shot out and hit the floor in long white streaks, soaking into his sweatpants and dribbling onto his hand. He heard her whimper, chair creaking as her hips squirmed, her orgasm being sucked out of her pussy. He heard a satisfied sigh, the soft kisses up her chest, the possessive whisper of her name.

“Yoongi…” she panted.

Jungkook’s chest was heaving, entire body racked with the aftershocks of his pent-up orgasm and shivering with fear as he heard his hyung’s rasp assault his ear.

“Don’t break your promise,” Yoongi snarled.

-

followed by: fall in deeper, m | jjk, myg

--

masterpost

— down bad (so so bad) ⟢

it’s not like you’re curious about how the word would taste in your mouth whenever seungcheol calls himself daddy while talking to kkuma. nope. definitely not. 

★ FEATURING; seungcheol x pet-sitter!reader (ft. exo's sehun just 'cause LOL)

★ WORD COUNT; 5.7k words 

★ TAGS; friends to lovers, lots of denial, a twinge of fluff,  smut

★ WARNINGS; graphic sexual content (MINORS DNI)

★ NOTES; if u see me reposting this for the third time, no you didn't!!!!! JDKFGDJFKGGH i'm so sorry i should be working on one last enemies 2 lovers request, but the influx of kkuma content in seventeen street got the better of me,,

this is part of the doting on you! series.

★ SMUT TAGS; getting caught, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, dom!seungcheol, praise kink, nicknames (baby, sweetheart, pretty thing, princess), reader is touch-starved AF

★ SVT TAGLIST; @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @enhacolor - @ilyvern - @woo8hao - @spk93 - @tommolex - @stariightjoyy - @asjkdk - @horny4hoshi - @asjkdk - @stariightjoyy - @jiniesclub

★ SEUNGCHEOL TAGLIST; @changk6un - @renjunphile - @pluviophile-xxx - @noveniadelia

You spend a lot of time convincing yourself it’s not a big deal.

Because it most definitely isn’t. You live in a part of the city where there just happens to be a lot of idol and celebrity residences nearby, and ever since you’ve established yourself as a pretty decent pet-sitter, they’ve been enlisting your services much more than you initially expected.

But for some reason, every time the leader of that boy group whose dorm is right across the street comes to you with the most spoiled baby princess in his arms, it suddenly becomes a big deal. A huge, ginormous, larger-than-life—

“Hey.” Seungcheol grins, already dressed for today’s schedule from the looks of it. “I heard Sehun-hyung dropped off his dog yesterday, but we kinda have to squeeze in a last-minute shoot this afternoon, so…”

As if privy to the mention of his name, Sehun’s dog—a Bichon named Vivi—barks from your living room. He takes a peek behind the entryway to curiously peer at who’s at the door, but doesn’t make any moves to come out altogether. His presence makes Seungcheol’s dog, Kkuma shrink into her owner’s arms, almost whining. 

“Aww, baby, don’t be like that. You’ve played with Vivi before, right?” Seungcheol coos and you have to stifle a laugh at how he adjusts the pretty bow on her head before turning back to you. “So, uh, is it alright to double book you? I’ll be back for her tonight. Promise.”

Normally, you would’ve refused. Though you work from home, you don't want your attention spread too thin when you’re looking after a client’s pet. This is one of the main reasons why you mostly just pet-sit one at a time, but it’s as if the universe is intent on using your silly attraction to Choi Seungcheol against you—your usual terms and conditions be damned.

“Yeah, I think Sehun’s picking up Vivi later this afternoon, so it’s no big deal,” you reassure him before petting Kkuma affectionately. “You wanna go on a walk with Vivi later, Kkuma?”

Seungcheol told you once that his precious daughter is extremely picky about who gets to pet her and who should maintain a one-meter distance at all times. So when Kkuma has obviously taken a liking to you right off the bat, he knew she was in safe hands. Not to mention the assortment of positive reviews he’s heard about you from other idol friends in passing—he’d be an idiot not to ask for your help when you literally live right across the street. 

Lucky him that you’ll do anything for him if it meant you could have the pleasure of seeing Seungcheol right at your doorstep—flashing you that adorable, dimpled smile before he drops off or picks up his only child from your care.

Not like he has to know any of that, of course. 

“Oh, thank you so much,” Seungcheol groans with relief, shifting Kkuma into your arms before patting her head reassuringly. “My dad was supposed to pick her up from the dorms today, but something came up at home and he couldn’t make the trip. I owe you big time.” 

You chuckle at his gratefulness all while your heart swells as Kkuma nuzzles your chest. What an adorable little thing. “You know my bank account, Seungcheol-ssi.”

He shakes his head with a laugh. “I know you’re just messing around but really, you can call me Cheol. I think I’ve called in enough favors from you to be familiar at least.”

“Those aren’t favors, Cheol. You literally pay me three times more than you have to whenever Kkuma comes over,” you half-jest, startling a little when you notice Vivi circling your legs as he tries to sniff at the dog in your arms. “Anyway, shoo! Won’t you be late for your schedule? I’m sure a playdate with Vivi is just what Kkuma needs to kill the time.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” he sighs before leaning forward to take Kkuma’s face in both of his large hands—pressing a loving kiss on top of her head. “You better be good, okay? Oh, I’m gonna miss you so much, baby.”

Kkuma’s tail wags at her father’s blatant affection and you can’t help the smile that creeps up your face. No matter how many times Seungcheol baby talks to his kid before taking his leave, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing such a side of him up close.

“Daddy’s gonna be back for you tonight. Promise. Oh, by the way, her vet put her on a sodium-free diet for a while, so don’t give her any treats. And…”

As Seungcheol fusses about Kkuma’s newly imposed feeding schedules and hands you a backpack full of pet care necessities, you find yourself zoning out—your head ringing with that one word that’s always made you a little flustered every time you heard it from Seungcheol’s mouth. 

“You get any of that?”

You blink, acutely aware of how Vivi has stood up on his hind legs, pawing at your thigh as he attempts to lick Kkuma’s face. When you realize that you’re just standing there like an idiot as Seungcheol waits for a response, you let out a dry laugh before setting Kkuma down on the floor.

“Yep, I only have to feed her once. Strictly two scoops. Not that I see you sticking to the feeding regimen though,” you tease while receiving the backpack from him. 

“You got me,” Seungcheol chuckles again. “Can’t ever say no to my princess when she gives me the puppy eyes and asks for another scoop. Luckily, you’re the one looking after her today, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll take care of it.”

Once Seungcheol finally takes his leave, you let out a long-winded sigh—pressing your back against your front door as Kkuma looks up at you with those big, dark eyes. Vivi seems to have made his way back to the living room after the initial curiosity and you’re glad that you don’t have to round up two energetic pups when your heart is still pounding in your chest.

To your surprise, Kkuma walks up to you, nuzzling your leg with a whine. 

Laughing, you sink to your knees to give her a few scratches underneath her ears. Dogs can be so attuned to a human’s emotional distress, it’s a little amazing.

“What does it feel like to be able to call him daddy?” you joke as she lays on her back for some belly rubs that you have no problem giving. 

The moment the question slips from your lips, you find yourself groaning again as you recall the tight fit of the black turtleneck Seungcheol was wearing today. How it accentuated all the features the fabric was meant to emphasize. You can only imagine how it would feel like to be caged in those big, beefy arms—

Kkuma jolts from her comfortable position on the floor when you suddenly shoot back to your feet, but you only feel half as bad for startling her.

You’re down bad. So ridiculously bad. 

Sehun comes over to pick up Vivi about an hour after you got home from their walk. 

Like most of your clients, he usually shoots a text before dropping by, but he must’ve forgotten the usual protocol. So when you hear your doorbell go off while you’re in the middle of watching idol fancams on your TV, the internal panic is very much warranted. 

Vivi bounds straight into his owner’s arms the moment Sehun comes through the door and starts licking his face. You smile to yourself despite clearly looking disheveled from how comfortably you’ve been lounging in the living room, but you’re sure Sehun doesn’t mind.

“Oh? He’s got a little playmate?” He raises an eyebrow when Kkuma waddles over to help herself to some of his attention too. Despite how he looks, Sehun gives Kkuma a few pats. “Hmm… Isn’t this Seungcheol’s kid? Or is it Seungkwan’s? Mingyu’s? Their dogs look all the same to me sometimes.”

You snort before handing him Vivi’s bag of necessities that every doting pet owner has up their arsenal. “You were right the first time. I’ve never pet sat for Mingyu before and I’m sure Seungkwan’s dog is in Jeju with his family.” 

He nods in understanding before locking Vivi’s leash in place. “I see. Wouldn’t be surprised if they started to have you look after their pets too, though.” 

When Sehun’s all set, you both discuss payments and he gives you his word that he’ll have the money wired into your account when he gets back to his place. But just when you’re about to send him and Vivi off, he pauses—glancing at something behind your shoulder. 

Curious, you whip around to see what caught his attention and—

“Uh, it’s not what it looks like, I swear,” you stammer before throwing your arms out as if that’ll obstruct the view this six-foot idol has of your television screen. “I left YouTube on autoplay and I guess it paused when you arrived, and…”

Lies. You were in the middle of watching every single one of Seungcheol’s fancams before Sehun arrived and paused whatever was playing on screen. It just so happens that it slipped your mind that the screen froze at a very tantalizing part of his HOT fancam.

You’re not sure how you’re going to explain to Sehun that you don’t usually watch your clients' fancams like some closeted fan, but thankfully, he’s always been discreet about a lot of things. 

“Right,” he says, obviously unconvinced but seems that he won’t press further. “Well, we’re gonna head out now. Jongin-hyung might give you a call in the next few days, by the way. He’ll be busy promoting his solo debut for a while and Kyungsoo-hyung’s growing tired of all the fur in his apartment.” 

You nod swiftly, glad to have another business prospect right after this one just concluded. “Gotcha. See you again, Sehun.”

Once you’re all alone, you carry Kkuma to the living room—laying her down on the plush cushions of your couch before plopping helplessly right next to her. Thank god it’s Sehun who unknowingly bore witness to something so embarrassing. If it was Jongin, he never would’ve let you live it down.

But instead of wallowing in your shame, you unpause the video on screen—watching Seungcheol’s fancam in front of his daughter without another thought.

Kkuma doesn’t seem all too interested, immediately curling herself into a ball right next to you before promptly dozing off. You don’t get to see it though, since your eyes are glued to the screen. 

Surely the jury won’t condemn you too badly for biting the inside of your cheek whenever Seungcheol sticks his tongue out with a smirk, right? This is an idol who’s spent nearly a decade in the industry—if not more. Of course he’s got the art of fanservice ingrained into his bones. 

But just when you told yourself that this is the last one you’re going to watch before hopping in the shower, you end up viewing a couple more of his fancams first until you make do on that self-imposed promise.

This one’s a clip from their most recent fan meeting, you think. A DON QUIXOTE performance that’s been circulating around social media for the better part of the month. While you’re not that well-versed in their group’s discography, you happen to like this song a lot specifically because of how raspy Seungcheol’s voice is whenever he raps his parts.  

When he decides to unclasp a piece of fabric that’s been getting in the way of choreography, you have to bite back a groan when he practically throws it on the stage with that domineering air he never fails to showcase during their performances.

You press your thighs together, hyper aware of the heat that’s sizzling in between before casting Kkuma a guilty stare. Though she’s just a dog, you still feel a little bad about lusting after her dad while she’s sleeping right next to you. 

You’re not even sure what’s got you so worked up today. This isn’t the first time Seungcheol dropped her off in person so you’re not sure why you’re feeling this horny from a few fancams alone. Shark week must be drawing near.

Either way, you end up quietly easing yourself off the couch so as to not wake the sleeping princess on your sofa—turning the TV off altogether before making a beeline for your bedroom to grab your towel and a change of clothes. 

If there’s a more opportune time to take a shower and wash away the impurities infesting your body, it’s now.

But just as you’re about to head to the bathroom, your phone goes off on the coffee table. You pout a little when Kkuma stirs from the sound of your ringtone—looking around sleepily for the source of the noise.

“Sorry about that,” you coo before settling back beside her, running a hand across her smooth fur. 

When you glance at the caller ID, your heart nearly plummets to your stomach.

“Hey,” Seungcheol’s deep voice flits into your ears when you take the call, sounding all sorts of tired. “We’re just wrapping up our shoot. I should be there in an hour or-so. How’s Kkuma?”

“She was fast asleep before my ringtone woke her up,” you chuckle. 

“Oh. Shit. Sorry, baby.”

You tense up at the term of endearment despite being fully aware that it’s not meant for you in particular. That reminds you to put your phone on loudspeaker so that the intended recipient could hear Seungcheol’s apologetic voice.

“I think Vivi tired her out when we went to the park today,” you tell him fondly. 

“Sounds like she finally met her match,” Seungcheol laughs on the other end and Kkuma perks up at the sound of her owner’s voice. “Can you hear me, princess? I’m coming to get you in a while. Keep being daddy’s good girl for me, yeah? I won’t be too long.”

Fuck.

When Seungcheol says your name and thanks you in that same, tired yet raspy voice, you have to keep yourself from melting into a puddle right then and there.

“Hope the double booking wasn’t too much of a bother,” he murmurs and—god. You get that he probably doesn’t have a lot of energy to spare, but does he have any idea what his voice is doing to your underwear?! 

“Not at all,” you manage to say without your voice cracking. “I told you Sehun picked up Vivi early today. It’s just me and this spoiled princess right now.”

“Spoiled, huh? I guess that’s one way of putting it.” Seungcheol breathes out a laugh. “Anyway, we’re getting settled in the shuttle right now. I’ll text you when I’m at the door.” 

“Gotcha. Come on, Kkuma. Say goodbye to daddy.”

You don’t know why that cursed word slipped out of you so naturally, but Kkuma seems to respond to it in kind—her tail swishing with contained excitement before letting out a soft bark for Seungcheol to hear. Your client (that’s right he’s your client, you stupid, horny—) coos at the other end of the call.

You honestly can’t wait until he arrives to get her so you can have some real, much needed alone time.

To your credit, the shower kind of helped.

Though you just took one of the coldest baths in your life, it managed to alleviate the heat that lingered on your skin once Seungcheol ended the phone call. That’s considered a win in your book.

As you towel your damp hair, you take a peek at Kkuma who’s returned to her little nap on your couch. The sight makes your heart flutter and you would’ve snapped a photo if that doesn’t go against the rules you’ve set for yourself and your humble business. 

Then again, fantasizing about one of your clients definitely goes against whatever principles you’ve been practicing all your life but that’s not the issue here. 

Not wanting to wake her until Seungcheol arrives, you silently pad off to your bedroom, intent on getting some work done before planning what you’ll have for dinner. However, the moment you hang your towel to dry, you end up lying in bed instead of hunching in front of your desk with a laptop full of backlogs waiting for you. 

You don’t even think twice when your hand inches past the garter of your thin sleep shorts.

Typically, you’d use one of your trusty vibrators to get off when you direly needed the release. It made things quick and simple. Plus, you don’t have to suffer through the ordeal of having your fingers pruning up. 

But your brain thought it would be extremely funny if you touched yourself to the thought of your fingers being Seungcheol’s instead of yours—gathering the slick from your aching pussy as he lathers your wetness across your slit.

While you’re…preoccupied in your bedroom, you don’t hear your phone buzzing on the coffee table outside. You’ve deigned to put it on silent mode so Kkuma won’t be rudely awakened by any unexpected ringtones again, but the decision is a bit short-sighted since Seungcheol did tell you he’d text you once he arrives at your door.

Said idol is standing in front of your apartment with a worried look on his face. He texted you about ten minutes ago but received no response, which is a little strange since you almost always reply to his messages right away. 

When you don’t pick up his third call, he starts to pace around nervously. Did you go outside? Were you busy? He’s normally a patient person, but when it comes to Kkuma, he gets jittery within seconds if there really is something to worry about.

Seungcheol tests the knob to your door but when he finds it unlocked, he’s further thrown into a haze of concern. Shit. Were you robbed? Where is Kkuma? 

Where are you?

He kicks off his shoes haphazardly in the entrance, closing the door behind him before twisting the lock as he looks around cautiously. There doesn’t seem to be anything out of place inside your house. The furniture is just as he remembered—not that he spends a lot of his time studying your interior—and finds no signs of ransacking.

Relief practically crashes over him in waves when Kkuma’s head pops up from behind the couch. She hops to the floor and zips straight into his arms, pawing and licking with all the affection she can offer. Seungcheol laughs, petting her to calm down before giving your living room another once-over. 

You’re nowhere to be found. 

Even if Seungcheol can just grab Kkuma and make his leave, he knows he’ll feel bad if he ditches you without a word like that. So after telling his only child to stay put at the doorway, he carefully treads around your apartment and makes his way to (what he assumes is) your room.

The door is slightly ajar and he could make out the figure of someone lying on the bed inside. With the knowledge that you’re safe and sound, Seungcheol’s shoulders relax. 

But just when he’s about to raise a fist to knock—

“Oh, daddy, please—” 

Seungcheol freezes on the spot.

He likes to think he’s a pretty decent person. Never one to think about or blurt anything remotely sexual especially if the situation doesn’t call for it. He also likes to think he has a pretty decent amount of self-control.

But for some reason, when he sees you with one hand buried between your supple thighs as the other paws at your breast through a flimsy night shirt, he can feel himself rapidly crossing that line he’s been so careful to maintain with you all this time.

Seungcheol should leave. While he doesn’t know the specifics of your love life—given that the nature of your friendship is mostly transactional—you probably have at least one person you’re involved enough with to call daddy while you get yourself off. He’s walked in on something he shouldn’t have and he still has time to recollect his thoughts somewhere else while dealing with the steadily growing hardness in his jeans.

But then, he hears you sigh:

“Cheol… Fuck!”

You’re on the very brink of the orgasm you’ve been craving since this morning when your hand is rudely yanked from between your legs. You jolt at the intrusion—fear shooting through your system at the thought of some psycho breaking into your house while you’re so vulnerable. But when your eyes meet Seungcheol’s hard gaze, you’re convinced that you’re dreaming.

“S-Seungcheol?”

To your horror (more like delight) he takes the hand that you’ve just been using to finger yourself to the thought of him—taking your slick digits into his mouth with a pained groan. The sight instantly makes your pussy quiver with need but before that…

“What are you doing here?” you ask weakly, not having the heart to pull your arm away when he looks so fucking hot licking the juices off your fingers. 

When his lips disconnect from your skin with a lascivious pop, he plants a kiss across your knuckles, smirking. “Those are such pretty sounds you’re making. Are they all for me?”

This is not happening. You probably slipped in the shower and hit your head or something. Because Choi Seungcheol—the client you’ve been having inappropriate thoughts about for the entire day—can’t be crouching in front of you right now, giving you the sexiest bedroom eyes you’ve ever seen.

You swallow thickly, trying to salvage what’s left of your pride. “Cheol, I’m sorry, I—”

He shushes you by placing a finger to your lips, the grip he has on your arm tightening with each passing second. You nearly moan when he presses his forehead against yours.

“Daddy, huh?” he asks, completely ignoring your attempt at clearing the air. “You want to call me daddy that bad, baby? So much that you have to get yourself off with Kkuma lying outside?”

Shit. That’s right. Kkuma.

However, in the midst of the moral dilemma that came with wanting Seungcheol to fuck you into the mattress while his adorable daughter was waiting outside your bedroom, you recognize that this is definitely a once in a lifetime chance. 

You’re not about to let it go to waste. 

You aren’t certain who it is that lunged in for the kiss. All you know is that Seungcheol has you pinned beneath his firm body as he licks into your mouth—larged, calloused fingers gripping onto your hips possessively as you moan his name against his lips. 

Your sleep shorts come off in no time. So does your shirt. It only occurs to you’ve been grinding down on the denim of his jeans with nothing but soaked panties on when he takes your bottom lip between his teeth—coaxing out a sound so heavenly, it shoots straight through his cock.

“You’re so pretty like this, sweetheart,” he sighs hoarsely, rolling his hips against your core so that you can feel how hard he is through his pants. “So fucking needy. When you get yourself off, am I the one you always think about?”

You want to say yes but Seungcheol captures your lips into another bruising kiss before you can utter a sound. 

He nudges your thighs apart with his knees, one hand reaching between your legs so he can inspect the mess he’s unknowingly made of your cunt. When he finds you wet and wanting, you feel a growl reverberate deep in his chest.

“Now this won’t do,” he tuts before sliding himself between your thighs, easing himself lower on the mattress so he can hook them across his shoulders. You mewl in anticipation and Seungcheol meets your gaze with a challenging smirk. “Is there something you want?”

“C-Cheol—”

“That’s not my name right now, baby. I thought you knew that.”

How the fuck does this man just slip so naturally into the subspace without making things weird or uncomfortable? If anything, the authority in his voice makes another bout of slick gush outside your entrance—making you pray to every single god out there for Seungcheol not to notice.

“Daddy,” you whine and the title sounds delicious in his ears. “I want you. Wanted you for so long.”

You want to curl in on yourself when you feel Seungcheol’s teeth trailing love bites along your inner thighs. The grip he has on them is weighted with nothing but gentleness but the contrast it has with his rough kisses is making your mind stutter with pleasure. 

“What’d you think about, hm?” he whispers. “Tell me all the filthy things you’ve wanted to do with Daddy.”

You nearly gasp when he flattens his tongue across your clothed core, breathing in the musky scent of your arousal. The overload in his senses makes him want to snap and have his way with you, but Seungcheol tells himself to take it easy. 

He has all the time in the world to make you feel good.

“B-But that’s embarrassing,” you whine, struggling to free yourself from his grip but Seungcheol tears your defenses asunder when he moves your panties to the side and licks a long, languid stripe along your glistening slit. 

The effect it has on you is immediate—you’re writhing against his touch, fingers automatically tangling themselves in his hair as Seungcheol helps himself to your cunt like it’s his first meal of the day. It doesn’t help that he’s so enthusiastic about eating you out. Almost like he’s thought about doing it at least once in his life.

“Daddy, please—” you whimper. “Need you…inside.”

“Not until you spill the dirty details, princess,” he chuckles before letting your panties snap back against your poor, sensitive cunt. You jolt at the contact, tears lining your lashes because of how desperate you are to get filled with something. Anything.

“I-I thought about you fucking me raw,” you start shakily, toes curling every time his nose grazes your clothed pussy. “Calling me pretty names and leaving your marks on my body. T-Then when I’m about to c-come, you tell me to hold it in ‘cause you want to come together. You’d also tell me how much of a good girl I am…”

Hm. An obvious pillow princess that likes being praised. While Seungcheol has a preference for calling his partners dubious names in the bedroom, he can make a few exceptions. 

Especially when you look so fucking wrecked for him when he’s barely touched you.

“I see. What else is cooking in that pretty mind of yours, baby? Daddy wants to know.”

You visibly preen at his words, further confirming his suspicions. Seungcheol has to bite back a groan at the sinister feeling that fills his chest at the knowledge.

He’s going to have so much fun with you.

“You’d— You’d use my pussy to dump your load inside me… Then you’ll just k-keep going even if I’m twitching and sensitive all over, fucking your cum deeper ‘cause you want me to keep it all in for days.” 

The mental image you’re painting inside his head is not doing his sense of control any favors, but Seungcheol remains steadfast. He won’t fuck you stupid when he hasn’t even asked you out on a date yet. He has more tact than that.

“That’s what I like to hear, pretty thing,” he chuckles before moving his head a little so he can remove your ruined underwear. He typically would’ve just torn the fabric in two, but he doesn’t want to scare you off just yet. “Such a good girl for Daddy. And you know what good girls deserve?” 

The innocent look on your face nearly makes him cream himself right then and there. “W-What?” 

With a no-good smile, he says:

“To come until you’re crying.”

Seungcheol easily slips in two thick fingers into your sopping heat, making you cry out in a way that’ll definitely pique Kkuma’s curiosity. He just hopes his baby won’t come nosing in where she isn’t supposed to while he takes care of his other baby the way she deserves. 

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” he sighs—loving how your gummy walls practically cling to his fingers with each shallow thrust. “Can you even take more than this? I don’t want to break you when you’re being so good for me.”

You voice out your protest against his words with a pathetic mewl, bucking your hips against his fingers with erratic vigor. “N-No… I can take more, Daddy, please please. Want you to fuck me full. I’ll be good, I promise!”

Seungcheol has been producing his own tracks for years, but the sound of you babbling incoherently is music to his ears. As he continues pumping his digits in and out of your needy hole, he puts himself back to work—tongue tracing tight circles around your puffy clit as he forces your thighs apart. 

Your back arches off the bed at the sensation as your fingers desperately claw against the sheets. It’s so unfair how delirious he’s made you when he still has all of his clothes on, but you’re nothing if not his good little girl when you don’t even comment on it—focused entirely on the mounting pleasure he’s freely giving you.

When the pads of his fingers manage to graze that patch of spongy flesh deep inside you, your eyes nearly roll to the back of your skull. Seungcheol is all too privy to your reaction and you feel him smirk into your cunt as he curls his fingers to find that spot again—attaching his lips around your sensitive nub as he overwhelms you with stimulation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cry, hands finding their way back to his hair as you desperately tug him closer. “Daddy, f-feels so good! I’m gonna—”

“I never gave you permission, baby,” he growls and you quickly whine when he detaches himself from your pussy. “If you want to come you have to ask Daddy nicely. Unless you feel like being a bad girl all of a sudden?”

You shake your head, hips grinding against the air in a desperate attempt to get his mouth on you again. “N-No, Daddy. I want to be good. Can I please come? Please? Need it, need you.”

His chest tightens at the desperate plea in your voice and for a moment, Seungcheol is honestly kind of scared of getting too used to your desperate whines. Your needy whimpers. 

How on earth is he going to go back to being friends after all this is over?

“Alright, since my princess said she’ll be good for me,” he laughs as your walls clench around his fingers. “You can come when you feel like it, baby. Come all over Daddy’s face.”

You don’t completely expect it when Seungcheol dives back into you, smothering his face in your pussy so greedily that you feel his nose bumping against your clit. He laps at your soaked folds like your arousal is the best thing he’s ever tasted—easing a third finger inside you as you muffle a scream.

“Yes, yes! Right there, Daddy!” you moan, tugging on his hair even harder as you grind your cunt against his face. “So close, so close—fuck!”

When you fall over the edge, Seungcheol doesn’t stop his relentless onslaught on your twitching pussy. Your walls clamp down around his fingers so tightly, he can only imagine how good it would feel to fuck you on his cock while you ride out your orgasm. 

The syllables of his name are all but broken when you frame them around a high-pitched keen. Seungcheol slurps up every drop that trickles onto his face and he only peels himself away from you once you’ve stopped thrashing against his grip.

In the aftermath, the two of you bathe in silence—nothing but your mutual pants filling the room. You’re looking at Seungcheol with stars in your eyes despite what he just put you through and the sight alone makes him more aware of the problem in his pants.

“Daddy, do you want—”

“No,” he says immediately and he feels bad just as fast because of the disappointment that crosses your face. “I mean—fuck. I want to fuck you dumb, princess. I really do. But I also really like you and it’ll be a chip on my conscience forever if I do that without taking you out on a proper date first.”

It takes a moment for his confession to completely occur to you and when it does, the dazed look in your eyes makes way for utter shock. Seungcheol wonders if he should be offended.

“You…like me?”

“Sweetheart, I’m a pretty busy guy. I don’t just let anyone come on my face.” 

You gulp. “For how long?”

Seungcheol shrugs. “A while. Now are you going to let me take you out on that date one of these days or are we going to have to pretend this never happened?”

You scowl at him. It doesn’t help that he still has that tightly fitted turtleneck on—distracting you from the topic at hand for a moment before you clear your throat and give him an answer.

“H-How about we go on that date now?” you suggest somewhat anxiously. “I mean, I was already thinking about where to get dinner after this, and…” 

Taking him by surprise, you lean forward to cup your hands over his ear—a devious smirk curling on your lips.

“Maybe you can fuck me dumb right after.”

Long story short, your first date with the idol you’ve been crushing on is a big hit. Right after getting himself to calm down (A.K.A., taking care of his hard on in the privacy of your bathroom), Seungcheol took you and Kkuma to a food park that’s open until midnight. 

It’s over dinner that you fess up and tell him the origin of your newfound daddy kink. Seungcheol has the gall to laugh in your face at your admission and you swear you’ll never pet sit Kkuma ever again if he keeps teasing you like that.

“Aww, baby,” he coos, pinching your cheek for added effect. “You don’t have to call it pet-sitting anymore. Now that we’ve established how much we actually like each other, don’t you think it’s more fitting to call it…co-parenting?”

Unwittingly, you receive his words with a scowl.

You want to smack him upside the head. Just because he’s a confident little thing on stage doesn’t mean he can just bring that side of him in a real life conversation. But for all your adamant bravado of insisting he’s being full of himself…

You honestly don’t mind.  

⟢ end notes: yay! you got to the end of my delusions!!! that said, thank you to nova @duhnova and indi @playmetheclassics for title help and going through this spur-of-the-moment filth for me!! rip to the original genius title, daddy's good girl(s) bc tumblr wants to censor it so badly LMFAO

i don’t have anything else to say aside from i’m so sorry choi kkuma

this is part of the doting on you! series.

Better Than Me? | Part 1 (San, Wooyoung, Yunho, Seonghwa)

Rating/genre: M(18+), established relationship, also friends to fucking; smut 💖 Pairings: San x Reader(f), Wooyoung x Reader(f), Yunho x Reader(f), Seonghwa x Reader(f) Warnings: Explicit smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, taunting/teasing, dom!San, bratty-ish sub!reader, lost/confused other members lol, San is such a shit honestly, debatably dub-con (reader says ‘no’ and while we know she’s into it, there’s no way for the others to know at first), she has a safeword and they mention it but she doesn’t use it, manhandling, reader is small/weak enough to be easily restrained by San, degradation/humiliation, reader gets called a slut, brat and good girl, also pet names ‘baby’, ‘jagi’ and ‘sweetheart’, reader wears a skirt, bra and panties Word Count: 5.5k Summary: It’s always been just a harmless game, flirting with your boyfriend, San’s, good friends. He’s even in on it. But one night, he starts pushing things further than ever before. 

A/N: This might not be for everyone. It is sort of dub-con at first so if you are not down for that PLEASE heed this warning and DO NOT read. I do not want anyone triggered because of this. The activities that take place have been very loosely (read: jokingly) discussed with reader prior but no explicit consent was given and what happens could be seen as coercion because she does sort of fight it and appears unsure at first.

“Shhh, baby…Do you want the guys to hear how much of a slut you are?”

Without thinking, you had nodded, too caught up in the bliss of San’s fingers working inside of you. 

He already knew you found his friends attractive; you’d talked about it before. And it didn’t really seem to bug him. Mostly he liked to taunt you about it, usually when he was deep inside you – thought it was funny that you found all of them hot but he was the one that got to have you. 

But to the point where you actually wanted them to hear your moans? That, he hadn’t exactly been expecting. 

Keep reading

Soft, romantic and drunk bf Yoongi waking you up by going down on you when he gets in late after a night of drink (with OT7/ after suchwita/ whatever) in which he could not stop thinking about you and your pussy.

I can even give inspo: tu mbl r.co m/poutyniall/714256286018142208/tongue-technology

yeah hey hi hello thanks for sending this. after only receiving PG requests this really sent me into a spiral.

crescendo

pairing: yoongi x reader (no pronouns used, but gendered terms are used for genitalia) genre: established relationship au; smut, fluff warnings: alcohol, swearing, yoongi is tipsy and just a horny pining disaster, previously discussed and consenting somnophilia, oral sex, unedited. rating: explicit. minors do not interact. wordcount: 1k listen to: middle of the night by elley duhé

Amongst his group of friends, Yoongi is the only one who gets like this when he’s drunk.

Some people regress and act half their age (Seokjn). Some people are overly-affectionate and stumble over compliments (Jimin). Some people try to pick philosophical debates over the point at which bread ceases to be bread and becomes toast (Namjoon). Some people bypass the philosophical entirely and go straight to the conspiratorial (Taehyung). Some people take one sip and slump over in the booth, moaning that they’re half-dead (Hoseok). Finally, some people don’t even bother to show up, because they’re too busy staying home and playing Overwatch to check their texts (Jungkook).

Yoongi, though—Yoongi gets horny.

The kind of horny that has him looking away each time someone’s tongue darts out to catch a stray drop of alcohol. The kind of horny that has him doing complex mathematical equations in his head to determine if he could conceivably lock himself in a bathroom stall and get it out of his system before anyone becomes suspicious. The kind of horny that has him sending you half-legible text messages under the table, detailing every dirty thing he wants to do to you, despite the fact you told him hours ago you were going to shower and go to sleep.

Fuck. He needs to get out of here.

“Aw, look at Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin teases, and everyone except Hoseok creates a chorus of laughter. Yoongi’s cheeks burn, made worse by the garish yellow-red lights of this bar. “I can’t decide if I should be jealous or concerned.”

Namjoon scoffs. “Why would you be concerned, Jimin-ah? Sex is a normal, beautiful thing, and it’s absolute bullshit that people use it as a point of shame—”

“Yeah, okay, that’s my cue,” Seokjin says around a fake gag. “Who had the tab tonight? Just send me a request—”

“You had the tab, you fucker—”

Seokjin hears none of it. Just says, “Mm, bye,” and then he’s gone. Which is Yoongi’s cue too, because he’s the second-oldest and therefore second in command, and the rest of them won’t even hesitate to stick him with the bill because it happens every single time it’s Seokjin’s turn to pay.

So he lies. Says, “Hyung will pay it in a minute. Gotta piss first,” and stumbles out the back.

He’ll hear about it later, if not from his four dongsaengs then certainly his ancestors, but he needs to be home. Needs to feel you spread out beneath him—your sleep-warmed skin, still soft from your shower, the scent of your body wash stubbornly clinging on. Needs to press his lips to every inch of it. Needs the smell and taste of you overwhelming him. Needs to hear all those little sounds you make.

The longer this taxi ride drags on, the more paranoid he becomes. Can the driver tell how fucked up he is in his backseat? Can he see the way Yoongi’s fingers are gripping the worn leather? How desperately he’s trying to keep quiet every time something explicit plays in his memory? He’d understand, Yoongi thinks; he’d understand if he knew you, saw you. He wouldn’t be able to blame Yoongi at all.

Seoul passes by in a blur, all neon reds and blues and whites. Everything is still so alive, even at this god-forsaken hour, and it makes him dizzy. Has his head spinning. He’s drunk and he’s horny and he just wants to be next to you.

Somehow, he manages to dig his phone out of his pocket despite how tight they’ve grown over the last hour. Goes straight to his texts, pointedly ignores all the ones in the groupchat yelling at him and Seokjin, and presses on your name. He’s less drunk now than he was before, but the messages still don’t make sense. Yoongi groans, throws his head back against the seat. Next time he’s just going to skip the bullshit and send you pictures. No use speaking in tongues when hieroglyphics could work much better.

The next five minutes play out like this: the taxi stops outside your building, Yoongi hands over a stack of money that’s undoubtedly too thick, he stumbles up the steps two at a time, so close yet still too far away.

And then there’s the door.

“This okay, baby?”

A nip of teeth at the junction of your thigh. Hands gripping at your waist, fingers dimpling your skin. Warm breath ghosting over your wet cunt. Yoongi’s head between your thighs as he kneels on the bed. You’re unsure if you’re conscious or not, but as you tangle your hands in Yoongi’s soft hair, you decide it doesn’t matter.

So you nod, angle your hips closer to Yoongi’s face. A whisper-soft gasp when he presses a kiss to your thigh, one to your clit; a strangled moan when you feel him smile against you before flattening his tongue and licking a stripe up your slit.

“Fuck,” he groans, doing it again, pulling away only long enough to say, “thought about this pussy all fucking night. You taste so good.”

Yoongi indulges in your body the way other people indulge in vices: incessantly, obsessively. But you aren’t a vice, are you? You’re not something to be ashamed of; not something wicked. As Yoongi continues working you over with his mouth, so sloppy and overeager you can feel it dampening the sheets beneath you, it feels like reverence.

It isn’t long before the heat starts simmering in your belly. Not long before everything starts feeling overwhelming; before your visions starts blurring at the edges. “Yoong, I’m—”

He hums against your core. Sucks hard once at your clit, and then you’re tumbling over the edge. “Goddamn, I love you,” Yoongi says into your skin. “That’s it, give it to me, baby, I love you.”

It feels predestined.

Things Ateez Do That Make Your Heart Flutter (Gender Neutral Reader)

I know Wooyoung always claims the title & all but ALL of Ateez are both cute & sexy 😤 hence This™

(I’m so excited for the comeback I mean look at MINGI WITH THE GUN look at Hongjoong hELP)

Hongjoong

♡ Always gives you his jacket when it’s cold out

♡ Runs his fingernails lightly down your back when he has an arm around you

♡ Has a habit of straightening his clothes or running a hand through his hair when you look at him, trying to look his best for you

♡ Takes off one of his rings & slides it onto your finger to compare your hand sizes

♡ Smirks when he pulls you closer into his side or on his lap, completely relishing the feeling of you being his & only his

Seonghwa

♡ Pulls you against his chest whenever you two sit together

♡ Looks at you with the biggest, shiniest doe eyes but also licks his lips before he kisses you whiplash

♡ When looking at flowers, his eyes fall from the gorgeous roses as he tells you you’re his favorite one

♡ Always holds out bites of whatever meal he's enjoying to share with you, glancing at the way your lips pass over it & the changes in your expression with a smile

♡ Whenever you go somewhere that sells &/or displays clothing, he'll point something out & tell you you'd look amazing/beautiful/ravishing in that

Yunho

♡ Extends his hand to you like you’re royalty before every time you guys dance

♡ Rests his forehead against yours after a kiss, never pulling away immediately & sometimes rubbing your noses together with a giddy smile

♡ Never forgets a single special day, even if it’s something like the anniversary of you getting your degree or something that isn’t related to him, & finds a way to celebrate with you

♡ Hugs you like he's not going to see you again almost every time, a hand running up & down your back

♡ Has a hand on your knee when you sit together, occasionally moving it up or down, tapping or drawing patterns absentmindedly on it

Yeosang

♡ Unironically does the stretch & put an arm around you thing but it’s so smooth because he literally doesn’t realize it seems like a bit, it just happens automatically like his arm is magnetized to your shoulders

♡ Sets his hands on top of yours when you aren’t using them, rubbing on your palms & squeezing little tunes into them

♡ Reaches over to gently brush hair out of your face when you're leaning down or wipe your cheek for you if you get something on it

♡ Doesn't realize how far his shirt rides up when he reaches for things on high shelves, then tilts his head & smiles in slight confusion & amusement at the way you stare

♡ Leans into you to whisper into your ear at gatherings- whether it's a joke, an observation, or something sweet or romantic he only wants you to hear, you'll hear it buzzing in your ear as you feel his breath by your neck

San

♡ Holds your face in his hands gently before kissing you, searching your eyes before your lips connect

♡ Runs a hand up & down your arm when you’re sitting together, fingers just ghosting over you

♡ Always makes his plushies kiss you, then goes in for one on the other side, calling you a cute sandwich

♡ Taking your hand & moving you with a little twirl to the inside of the road when it’s raining lest a car splash you

♡ Grabs you up into his arms suddenly when he wants attention, saying he wants to play

Mingi

♡ Will not hesitate to carry you if you get tired/hurt

♡ Takes both of your hands in his & looks into your eyes before he kisses you

♡ Falls on you laughing & turns the motion into an instinctive hug, his arms snaking around your waist or shoulders like they were meant to be there

♡ Gives you a smirk when you catch him staring, but if you do it back or get smiley he’ll blush & finally look away with a grin

♡ His hands practically climb over your lap trying to find yours, fingers blindly dancing over you in their quest to lock with yours warmly & tightly

Wooyoung

♡ Gives you a teasing wink whenever you two make eye contact

♡ Rests his hand on your thigh when you guys sit next to each other

♡ Pulls your hair back for you if it’s long enough, otherwise just runs his hands through it to push it out of your face so he can cup your cheeks

♡ Grabs your hand, pulling you outside to dance in the rain with a grin & telling you he’s always dreamed of doing this just because

♡ Straightens his shirt when you look at him, surreptitiously pulling the neckline down a bit & giving you a knowing smile

Jongho

♡ Says the most simple confidence boosters so casually, like if you say something during your insecurities about him being with someone like you, he just replies “Why, what’s wrong with you?” because he literally doesn’t see any of it

♡ Gives you the occasional surprise piggyback when he gets excited, lifting you up with a mischievous smile

♡ Always rests a hand on the small of your back when you’re walking together

♡ Tells you that no matter what, he always wants to be there to protect you

♡ Pins you against a wall in that classic leaning pose as he kisses you