Genre: smut, Fluff, Humorous Undertones

can we fuck & still be friends ? | kim hongjoong

—pillow talk. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

⟶ genre: fwb!wooyoung / innocent!reader + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 10,334

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: so maybe, if you think about it, you might be in love with your best friend, but you swear it doesn’t mean anything. you’re still just friends. nothing more, nor less.

⟶ warnings: yeonjun finally makes an appearance lol, messy idiots in love we been knew tho, oc said many thoughts head full and is v insecure :(, alcohol mentions, multiple sex scenes, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, face riding, finger sucking, fingering, clit play, breast play/fondling, ass play, riding, missionary, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, marking, aftercare!!!

⟶ note: this is part three to body talk !!! it can’t really be read on it’s own so i highly recommend checking out the first two parts!

also tagging @rockwithwoo​ as usual bc she always hears me crying about this fic and puts up with it ty chelle hehe 💛

The thing about your relationship with Wooyoung is that it’s always been a sort of blurred line, in that boundaries with him never really existed.

Maybe that’s always been a given, when you consider the amount of things he will do for you wholeheartedly at a moment’s notice and vice versa. Secrets around each other aren’t really a thing, instead embracing the whole and unabashed truth because that’s what best friends do. It’s a testament to your closeness with him, all the ways in which your friendship with him sometimes may seem a little too close. 

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this needs a second part 😳

burnouts//(m)

✕𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎:

✕𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤!𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐚𝐧.

✕𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: (𝐬) (𝐟) (𝐚𝐮) (𝐩) (𝐜𝐫).

✕𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: #𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐣𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐭.

✕𝐔𝐍𝐈: 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤!𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳.

✕𝐖𝐂: 8.1k+

#𝐅𝐀𝐐: my fingers slipped and i accidentally added three-too-many members, this was only meant to be jongho smh.

✕𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐓: reader steals a kids bottle of nail polish, jongho buys gas-station slushies in milk jugs, so much eyeliner, yeosang is probably secretly dealing, guys i unironically use the word bopping, alcohol consumption, harddom!2ho, softdom/swtich!san, dom!mingi, sub!reader, manhandling, creampie, unprotected sex, brat-tamer!2ho, female ejaculation, face-sitting, double penetration, i’m sorry i always make yunho the alpha smh, edging, overstimulation, fingering, anal, handjobs, slight bxb, oral (m+f),

⟵ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

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➳ dating chan was great. he was patient with you, loved you endlessly, and din’t try to pressure you into anything you were uncomfortable with. he let you choose the pace you wanted to go with your physical side of your relationship, never getting frustrated with you no matter how heated your kissing got or how horny you had gotten him. but now, after many months into your relationship, you were starting to think you were ready to take things further with him: one baby step at a time.

step one: receiving

step two: giving

step three: mobile

step four: soft and sweet

step five: punishment

step six: longing

step seven: jealousy

final step: double the trouble

chans moodboard // readers moodboard

➳ all rights reserved to starrychannies - all reposts or modifications to my series are completely prohibited.

IMPURE, GETOU & GOJO.

  DAY, night, or midnight. His eyes are always on you. The new neighbor on the street who caught your attention the moment he stepped out of his all black Chevy Camaro. Coming over and greeting him with a slice of chocolate cake and warm smiles from you and your husband. He found you enticing, the man introducing himself as Getou, dauntingly sleek midnight hair cascading down his back, eyeing the veins in his arm he stretched out to give your husband a firm hand shake. He towers over you making you feel small, swallowing every time he side-eyed you while talking to your husband. Every day he greets you with a wave of his rough hand and a smile. He's usually always wearing dark jeans and a white tank that's painted with dirt from his hands since he fixes cars daily. He's no stalker, but he can't grasp this fixation on you. Once he becomes obsessed with something, he has to have it. No matter the consequences.

It's shameful the way you reciprocate your actions, coming over to offer him something to eat, laughing too hard at something he says that's not even funny, biting your lip, losing yourself in impure thoughts without your husband in sight. It's like your cheating, but you aren't, not necessarily. Getou doesn't give two fucks who you're with, he wants what he wants. He's fond of your generosity even though it's obvious you picture his face between your legs every now and then. He loves to ask how your day is going, listening well to anything you had to say.

   He's fresh out of college. Found a new home in this quiet neighborhood far away from his family to dissociate from the drama. He sells cars left to right, always seeing him talk with new people in his driveway every week, a new vehicle parked each time. He's even sold a motorcycle to your husband, Gojo, unable to stop glaring at the polished monstrosity. Getou’s laugh was deep, almost scary as he witnessed your terrified expression when Gojo wrote him a check. You remember him touching your shoulder, leaning down by your ear, instantly making your entire demeanor shift as you hugged yourself tightly, his minty breath grazing your skin as he consoled you, telling you everything would be okay, and that he's sure Gojo wouldn't be reckless with it.

   From that day, he haunted your dreams. It's like he purposely makes encounters with you so he's deeply embedded into your mind. And fuck, did it work. Wrongfully, you dreamt of him multiple times, all always ending up with him fucking you raw on Gojo’s motorcycle, the back seat of his Camaro, or your kitchen counter where he caught you gawking at him as you diced onions and slit the tip of your finger, bringing it towards your plump lips and sucking the blood off while keeping your eyes on him. These daydreams, and dreams, needed to end. You were ashamed of yourself for thinking so wickedly knowing you were with another man.

   Another thing that truly didn't help was how open his home was. Ironically, his bedroom window faced your own, allowing you to see, well, everything. Clearly, he wasn't one for privacy, having zero curtains in sight allowing anyone to see his decor, what he's watching on tv or who he brings into his bed at midnight. One time while you were painting your toes on the chaise, you saw him dripping wet with a white towel wrapped loosely around his slim waist, damp hair sitting on his back as he brushed his teeth with a woman laying on his bed flicking through a Vogue catalogue. You made sure to hide yourself so he wouldn't notice. The woman, completely naked, crawls on the bed towards him, Getou glaring down at her as she traced her fingers over his chiseled chest, slowly pulling the towel off his body and taking his cock into her mouth.

   The arousal that pooled between your legs as you watched him get head from another woman was sinful. The way he thrusted his hips and tossed his head back while still brushing his teeth, reaching over to spank the woman's ass and fondle her skin with both hands, clenching his teeth to hold his toothbrush still, cock deep inside her throat. It's was too much for you to endure. The water from his hair dropped onto her back, dipping two of his fingers into her slick pussy. You had to hold back from touching yourself, surely wanting to. Luckily, Gojo came home just in time.

   Stumbling up the stairs clinging to your husband drunkenly, he laughs into your neck he kisses, calloused hands groping your body, keeping you close so neither of you fall. Once you make it to your bedroom, you're already thrown onto the bed, giggling and kicking off your heels. You pout as he stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with a tent in his pants and drunken eyes. You struggle to pull down the leather pants clinging to your thighs, mumbling 'help me' while tracing your toes up his arm, gasping when he hooks his hands around your ankles and drags you closer, body heat encasing your own as you arch into him, Gojo grabbing your face before sucking on your lips, tasting the alcohol the two of you consumed a few minutes ago.

   Today was your birthday, and Gojo made sure it was one of your best. Waking you up, firstly, with toe-curling head until you came twice. Fixing up a fancy omelette and chopped fruits for breakfast, balloons and gifts sitting prettily on the living room couch. The two of you relaxed in the bubbling jacuzzi filled with roses as you sipped champagne and he gave you a massage. As dinner time rolled around, he took you out to a fancy restaurant on a private yacht where you equally got tipsy. Every year you're grateful for how much he does for you.

   Heat fills your face as Gojo has you spread open for him, sitting up on your elbows as you weakly stare down at him, eyes rolling back while he devours your pussy, tonging your clit, your slick coating his moving chin the more he buries his face in. His cock is in his hand, stroking while listening to your lewd sounds that makes him practically grind against the bed. You shift your hips onto his face, gripping the sheets and crying out his name. He knows how fast you can come from his mouth, so he stops, wanting your pleasure to prolong. Catching your breath, you sit up, fingers wrapping around his length, ready to suck him off until he clutches your hair and stops you, pulling your head back so you're staring straight into those killer ocean blue irises.

    "No, no, no. Just wanna be inside you, sweetheart," he sighs, blood rushing through his cock uncomfortably, desperate to stuff you full right now. You're not stunned by his roughness, Gojo pushing you down and flipping you over so you're on your stomach, raising your ass high, fisting his cock and rubbing the heated tip over your clit to collect what you give him. His favorite gift of all. "Tonight's about you. Be a good girl and just lay there."

   Mind fuzzy, you're barely aware of the fact that the curtains to your bedroom are pulled open. That same window that faced Getou’s is open for display for him to see, and for you too into his. It doesn't register with you to say anything to Gojo, because the instant he shoves his cock into you, crossing your arms behind your back and fucking you hard into the mattress, that's when your mind goes blank, and Getou appears. He's walking around his room, shirtless, only wearing black sweats as he drank a glass of red wine while reading a novel, making his way over to the couch he had a few feet from his bed that faces his window—and yours.

    "Gojo," your voice is strained, whining the deeper he drives into you, hitting against that spot that inevitably had your eyes crossing. In a way, you were trying to warn him of the lack of privacy, when really you were worried about Getou seeing you in this state, or being able to see him in fear of him being the cause of your orgasm. You choke on your own saliva, drooling onto the silver silk sheets that made your skin hot while listening to your husband moan behind you, hips clapping harshly against your ass. "Ooh, shit. Gojo."

    "Yea, baby. Give it all to me," your thighs tremble as you feel his lips kiss up your spine, pussy clamping around him tighter, your juices pouring down your inner thighs and stomach, Gojo grounding his cock to make you feel every ridge of him, spanking you like you love, whispering to you, letting you know how good you make him feel. How your pussy belonged to him. How pretty you looked taking his dick right now. Wanting you to cum as much as you want, all night, because he's not stopping.

   And Getou witnessed it all. To say he's surprised to see you getting fucked by your husband would be bullshit. You two looked like you had a lot of sex. Plus, he's seen this image before, last week in your kitchen where Gojo had your legs locked around his neck as you rode his face and clawed at his hair. How badly he wished to hear those pretty whimpers fall from your soft lips. Seeing your face contort in pleasure, legs shaking and back arching as your pretty pussy drenched the countertop you sat on, sitting in your own filth. He never wanted to be a countertop so bad. Watching the two of you now was an even better sight, dick jumping in his sweats as he took a seat at his couch, drinking in every face you make.

   Did you want him to see you? Or did you really forget to close your curtain before you left the house all dolled up? Getou tilts his head to the side, book tossed aside as he spreads his legs while his arm is thrown around the back of the couch, strands of hair tucked behind his ear. That cute matcha green corset he saw you wear earlier still clung to your smooth skin, making you sparkle like a fairy. Your eye makeup matched, by now smearing along with the mascara trickling down your face as you cried the harder you got fucked. There's no more self-control within him. He's been holding back ever since that day, calling up that random girl that somewhat resembled you just to release frustration. He's aware of you catching him that day, smirking when you hid behind your curtains after your husband came home.

   You want him. He wants you, so fucking bad it aches. Seeing you so fucked out, helpless as Gojo clutches your neck and chokes you, studying his lip movements to figure out what he was saying to you that had your pussy fluttering, nails scratching at the fabric beneath you after he let your arms go, body completely flat on the bed, his weight entirely on you as he laid his chest on your back, stuffing his fingers in your mouth while he repeatedly whispered 'take it, baby. take it. take it.'

   Opening your eyes, you blink them to try and clear your visions path, lucidly gazing at Getou who now has his hand around his cock, clit throbbing as you see the trail of spit falling from his mouth straight onto his dick, hand collecting it and dragging it along, licking his lips. His eyes are dark, burning into you, learning you, craving you. The ball in his throat jumps as he throws his head back momentarily, needing to maintain his fixation on you in order to bring himself on edge. Your teeth digs into your lips, Getou mouthing words that you can somehow hear perfectly clear, feeling him by your face as he says, 'can't wait to fuck you, pretty girl.'

    "Fuck, G—”

    "Getou?" Gojo finishes, your heart thumping in your chest. Fuck. He noticed. It's hard not to when your window is an open show for anyone walking down the street. His platinum silver hair dangles over your eyes as he chuckles at you, shaking his head. He caught on a minute ago, already seeing you stare too long at something that wasn't him. "You little slut. You like being fucked like a dirty—little—whore while a stranger watches you?"

   You're not sure if he's angry about it or just teasing you. When he grabs your face and pulls you up to sit on your knees along with him, he turns your bodies so you're in the direction of Getou, the three of you all making contact. Getou never stops, groaning low in his throat as he worked his hand faster, thumb slicking over the tip every now and then as Gojo laughs by your ear, untying your bustier to let him see more of you. You squeal as Gojo slaps your tits, once, twice. Fondling the supple skin in his hand.

    "Knew you wanted to fuck him all this time," he hums, gathering your hair and clenching it in his fist to bring your head back to rest on his shoulder. "Give him a good show, princess. Show me how you'd fuck him if he were in here right now."

    "I love you," you whimper, feeling the tears well even more. It sounds like an apology when it comes out. Gojo clicks his tongue.

    "And I love you," he gives your lips a chaste kiss. "Don't be ashamed of what arouses you. Just remember, at the end of the day, this is my fucking pussy. Understand?"

    "Mhm-hmm," you nod frantically, sighing with relief, Gojo keeping his hand around your throat while you hook your arm behind his neck, your free hand at his thigh as you clap your ass back onto him, signaling to Getou exactly what you wanted to do to him, Gojo syncing groans with you, hissing between your neck and letting you do as you pleased. "Your fuckin' pussy."

    "My fuckin' pussy," Gojo repeats within a grunt, moving his hips quicker with yours. "Want me to share it with Getou? Would you like that, baby? Be used like a slut by the both of us?"

   More than anything. "Yes, please baby. Wanna get fucked by him too," you pout, batting your lashes innocently, mouth dropping and gasping as he clenched his jaw and reached between your legs to rub at your clit, pounding his cock into you, forgetting your lead in this. A glint in Gojo’s eyes let's you know that he's skeptical about it. He's not the sharing type, but if his babygirl wanted something, especially for her birthday, he'd allow it.

Gojo makes contact with Getou again, the man half spent as he neared his orgasm, this glorious sight of you fucking with his head. Gojo understands, course he fucking does. You'd make any man worship you. Body of a goddess, gorgeous smile, well mannered—outside of bed. The wettest, tightest pussy ever. That's why he was first in line. That's why you wear that ring on your finger to this day as a reminder that you're carrying his scent, his name, his loyalties. You're his. You're a handful, and your pleasures are surely his most important task to take care of. So, if you wanted to be handled by another man tonight, while still wearing his ring, you could. Your wants and needs are his desires.

"After you cum for me first," Gojo gnaws at your neck, giving you only a few more rough, shallow thrusts before you scream his name and fall forward, cumming and shaking as Gojo holds you tight, kissing you and telling him you did such a good job.

Not even three minutes pass before the doorbell rings, your heart stopping as you whip your head up to look at the window, Getou long gone. Gojo hums deep in his throat, spanking your ass and sliding out of you, still fully erect, finding some nearby sweatpants and slipping into them, never turning back to give you a look. You curl into your own body, scared of what was going to play out, but all at once excited.

Gojo pulls open the door to see the dark-haired man before him, leaning forward with his arm raised high, hand still on the door as Getou ups his chin.

"She's upstairs. I'm sure you knew that."

ateezs reaction to finding you reading smut about them 😳

okay FIRST OFF holy shit i wasn’t expecting an ask so fast sksksh-

but secondly OH MY GOD how did i never even think of this okay omg lets do it !!

ATEEZ Reaction to catching you reading smut about them

Hongjoong

for starters, hongjoong would be EXTREMELY shocked.

“really? you read that kind of stuff?!”

but honestly, i think after the shock goes away he’d be kinda flattered

maybe even a little turned on by it

“why would you bother reading smut online if i’m right here~?”

lets just say you never felt the need to read smut again after the night you had with him~

Seonghwa

like hongjoong, seonghwa would be completely taken aback

who would have thought his precious little angel had a dark side to them?

but unlike joongie, i don’t think seonghwa would need a moment to take in the information.

in fact i think he’d jump at the chance to use this to his advantage~

“why bother, beautiful? that’s nothing compared to the real thing~”

in his mind, you needed to be taught just how good he was. you needed to learn that no made-up fantasy could beat what he can do to you.

you were in for it. bad.

San

hOLY SHIT. holy fucking shit.

w h y ?? why would you do this to yourself??

this man is literally satan-

you’re basically ASKING to get railed.

and that is exactly what san would do if he caught you reading smut about him

he’d be a total smartass too, even when he’s destroying you.

“they didn’t describe my dick right at all~ very badly written. how could you get off to that, princess? i won’t allow it. nope, this just won’t do. come here kitten, i’ll show you it really feels~”

Wooyoung

he’d find it funny ngl

he’d be super amused by this, seriously, he would-

this little shit would be so smug about it too, so proud of it-

“aww, you love me that much~?!”

he would pretty much tease and annoy the SHIT out of you.

“so... wanna fuck, or~?”

Yeosang

m y g o d

if anyone would give you hell more than wooyoung, it’d be yeosang.

this little shithead- oh my god-

he’d act so bitchy

“what, am i not good enough for you?”

he wouldn’t say much but what he would say would only leave you guessing

is he mad at you, picking on you, or horny? you have no fucking clue.

this could end 2 WAYS: immediate sex, or him just throwing a pillow at you and walking away.

depends what mood he’s in, really.

but say it’s the latter- he’d definitely suggest you two get intimate later in the night.

“so... what if we tried what was in that fanfic? would you want to?”

Mingi

poor bby probably wouldn’t know what to do

he’d probably be a bit worried you weren’t satisfied or something :(

“are you happy with how we do things?”

you’d end up a little embarrassed with getting caught, of course, but you’d wind up caring more about mingi seeming upset.

you’d probably need to reassure him.

and he’d believe you immediately!

once he knew all was well he’d give you that adorable grin of his;

“so what are we sitting here for~? come to bed with me~”

Yunho

i think he’d find it amusing more than anything else, really

“horny today, are we?”

he’d say things of that nature but he wouldn’t wanna humiliate you or anything!

“no, seriously, baby- why didn’t you just ask me? i wouldn’t have said no~”

after he has his fun, it’ll be time get serious.

“do you need some help~?”

Jongho

p a n i c

he’d honestly be more embarrassed and freaked out than you are.

he would just get all shy and not know what to do or say :((

“is that- o-oh my god!! are you-?! i’m so sorry-!”

would likely just leave and pretend he didn’t see anything

but he’d definitely ask you about it later.

“why were you reading smut? am i doing something wrong?”

ok but ceo seonghwa on the desk + eating out????????

send a kink + a member for a smutty drabble!! (closed).

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader. | genre: ceo!hwa, infidelity, husband!jongho, smut. | warnings: dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving) themes of cheating, light dirty talk, seonghwa is literally obsessed with the reader,,, seonghwa? more like simphwa. | word count: 878  | hyde’s input: press f to pay respect to poor jongho.

the clock on the wall is ticking but you're far too distracted by his licking.

he has half the heart to warn you, or to conjure up the will-power to detach himself from your heavenly taste but, alas, he's waited far too long, lusted far too intensely just to lose his chance to something as meaningless as time.

"c'mon princess, i know you can be louder than that." he mumbles from his position between your legs, head turning to brush his cherry lips against the skin on your thigh. there's no hesitance when he speaks, which almost fools you into thinking this isn't the first time he's touched you in such a way.

but how could he ever forget the words your husband, drunken and overly zealous to brag about you, had recounted to a whole board of people, eagerly spilling details about your sex-life, planting the dirtiest seed in seonghwa's brain.

he needed to have you.

seonghwa drags his tongue up your soaked slit, teasing your hole with the possibility of his muscle finally entering you only for him to continue toward your aching clit. it’s when he sucks on your bud that he gets you to succumb to your pleasure, throwing your head back as the most sinful moan leaves you.

his eyes never leave you, not at your wedding, not at business events and certainly not now as you sit upon his desk, pretty skirt bunched up and panties long-ago stuffed into the pocket of his suit jacket, which he’d discarded moments before sinking to his knees in front of you, tie already removed and several of his shirt’s buttons undone prior, when he’d finally been blessed enough to have your lips against his own in a heated make-out.

“hwa, oh my-” your voice, sweeter than any chocolate, breaking at the pleasure of his own actions is all the encouragement he needs, really, but your fingers tangling and pulling at his hair do nothing but aid.

while one hand grips your thigh, keeping you spread open, the other makes it’s way up to your core, not even warning you before one of his fingers enters you and his mouth is back on your clit, teasing you with the tip of his tongue while another finger joins in on stretching you open.

“fuck, princess, you’re so tight.” he knows you’re staring at your own wetness resting against his lips, just like he feels you clench around his digits when his tongue swipes over them to collect the remnants of you. “has jongho not been fucking you right, hmm? when was the last time anyone touched you, baby?”

“two- ahh-” he times it perfectly, unable to hold back a humored laugh when your eyes roll back as his fingers brush against your most sensitive spot. you swallow, trying to collect yourself, and he takes the chance to taste you again, tongue licking up any part of you it can reach. “two months. he’s been- hwa!- too busy with the- oh my- with the lawsuit.”

his heart aches for you, while simultaneously writhing with anger aimed at his once business partner. what kind of man neglected his wife’s needs, over some silly court papers?

“my poor baby. i wouldn’t do that to you.” the pout on his face is mocking you in ways that only serve to make you wetter, to make you want him more. “you know that, right? never would’ve let this stupid lawsuit between me and him get in the way of me keeping your pretty cunt satisfied. in fact, i’d probably have recorded it and sent it to him, just to show how much fun i was still having whilst he tries to make my life a living hell in court.”

the next few moments are a blur of his fingers pulling out of you, him rising to his feet and looming over you with his tall frame. he can’t resist the praise that bubbles out of him when he watches your lips wrap around his soaked fingers, cleaning yourself off of him.

“don’t worry, princess, i’ll take care of you, okay?” you’ve already buried our head in the crook of his neck, doing your best to leave your marks on him whilst also unbuckling his belt, impatient to have him fill you up after all the years of silent pining and unaddressed sexual tension. “you’ve been such a good girl, you deserve to have a nice, hard cock fuck you.”

behind your back, your phone-screen lights up with another message notification and he’s incapable of holding back a grin of victory when he reads it, just as your hand finally dips into his boxers to take a hold of his member.

[18:06 pm] jjong 🐻: gonna be home late, need to go pick something up from park seonghwa’s office.

[18:08 pm] jjong 🐻: apparently he forgot to give my lawyer a copy of the settlement agreement.

[18:14 pm] jjong 🐻: i’ll see you soon, ok? we can go out for dinner or something, celebrate the fact this defamation case is coming to an end finally.

[18:17 pm] jjong 🐻: forgot to say it but i love you xx

[18:39 pm] jjong 🐻: you better hope park seonghwa’s lawyers also deal with divorce cases.

you’re the one that i want (part 25)

word count: 5k

fluff

(part 24) (series masterlist)

almost every summer of your life, you spent at the beach.

and while you loved it each and every year, a place that served as a safe space you always so desperately needed, a part of you also knew it wasn’t a choice.

you came here because your parents sent you, because they didn’t want you with them and you didn’t have anywhere else to go. 

you’d spent those years feeling completely unwanted and terrified of everyone and everything; thinking at any given moment, someone was gonna hurt you. that no one cared about your thoughts or feelings or even your existence.

and you’d grown used to that mentality for so long. you were sad and hurt and just living day to day with that knowledge because what else could you do?

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richboy!seonghwa masterlist

you’re the new girl at a prestegious school who quickly finds herself in a love triangle with the two most eligible rich boys: park seonghwa, the boy who proves himself to be the closest thing to perfect and kang yeosang, harsh bully turned love interest two. it’s an internal struggle for everyone involved, kisses behind closed doors, exposed secrets and tattered friendships, a case of choosing between something safe and easy or full of passion and intensity.

“okay but a safe gentleman is better than some brooding asshole you always fight with.”

“that is romanticism, you fool! passion and fighting and making up.”

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❥ bonus: richboy!mingi miniseries (coming soon)

❥ bonus: richboy!yeosang miniseries (complete)