Otona Blue

Otona Blue

Yandere Kang Yeosang x fem reader

a/n: this is by far the longest and most thought out fic i've ever written and i'm so proud of it <3 i put so much care and effort into it, so i hope you enjoy!

tags: @seojonneh & @thatswhywerefever

You've got your eyes on the new senior in your music class, and the feeling is unfortunately mutual.

✫彡wordcount: 8k

♡´･ᴗ･`♡ (ಡ‸ಡ)genre:

yandere, college au, angst

ಠ_ಠwarnings/contents:

long read, takes place over a few months, semi-slow burn, yandere behavior, age gap (19-23/college freshman-college senior), bullying, violence(not described towards reader), cursing, nicknames, threats of death(again, not towards reader), online stalking(kinda?), kissing, one(1) horn-ee line that implies they did the deed, emotional vulnerability, yandere&dark themes really shine towards the end, probably part one because i have so many ideas for these two

ヾ(´〇`)ﾉ♪♪♪ song recs:

OTONABLUE by ATARASHII GAKKO!! "i want you to connect to my heart"

Can We Lie Here? by Holy Fawn "the field grows taller and it will never let you go"

First Love/ Late Spring by Mitski "please don't say you love me"

Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain "i am the face of loves rage."

Darkness, I'll Always Be Your Girl by R. Missing "i'm always going to be your girl"

MATURE UNDER THE CUT MDNI

The fourth period of the day is always your favorite. The teacher is kind and helpful. You get to express yourself through music. No one in the class seems to bother you- in fact (even in a class full of seniors) you seemed to make a few friends. The teacher even let you hide out the first few weeks of school during your free period to avoid the chaos that seemed to follow you.

All in all, the music room is your safe place. A smile graces your lips as you round into the large room, greeting a classmate who's by the door gathering his book from the tall closet cabinet.

"Hey, (Y/n)." He welcomes you, turning into the storage and grabbing the book with your name on its spine.

"Thanks, Soobin." You take it with a small bow to your senior and turn to walk with him to your seats. "Oh," you sigh. Someone is in your chair, their face hidden by the musical sheet stand in front of it. You look to Soobin for help, and he simply shrugs before taking your hand and leading you to the back of the room, to your occupied seat.

"Excuse me," he speaks to the man. His head pokes up from behind the stand and he stares at the two of you with an unreadable expression. "Oh, uhm," Soobin stumbles over his words, gesturing to you.

"This is actually where I usually sit," you stammer, avoiding his cold eyes. When he says nothing, and makes no effort to move, just looking at you - Soobin kicks his shoulder with yours, making you stumble. "Well, the intructor likes us in specific places, so that the music is... y'know? Did he sit you here?" You ask slowly, looking at anything but him.

"Ah," he sighs, looking to the unoccupied seat behind him. "He must of pointed to that seat. Sorry." He speaks shortly, slowly setting his violin in the open case at his feet and sliding it back to his seat.

"Thanks..."

Soobin mumbles an apology to the quiet man as he nearly bumps into him on the way to the seat beside yours. You nod shortly at him and take his place, setting your violin in his' place. You fold your book open to the page scribbled on the blackboard behind the teachers piano.

As you set it down on the music stand, you see a book already in its rightful place. You roll your eyes, meeting eyes with Soobin, who has a teasing smile on his face. He knows you well enough to know that you already want to be done with the music room intruder.

You fold the book closed and come face to face with a name newly printed on the front cover with Sharpie.

강여상

"Uhm," you twirl around in the plastic chair, "Sunbae?" You know he's a senior. Everyone beside you and one other student is.

He looks up from the string he's fixing on his violin and his eyes go to his book in your hands. "Sorry," he chimes, slotting his instrument between his knees and taking the book with both hands. Your hands stay frozen in place as you finally take a moment to look at him. And, God, is he gorgeous. He has a birthmark under one of his eyes, that you can't seem to get over. It makes him look somewhat ethereal.

"Yeosang?" You ask, and he nods, eyes flicking away before coming back to yours. "Resonated sound," you offer a smile, and he's a bit taken a-back.

Your friend next to you is even more so. You're willingly conversing with someone other than him? Since when? Where is his (Y/n) and what did you do with her?

"It makes sense that you're a violin player! It resonates the most, I think."

"Oh, really? I didn't ever think of that," he laughs a little bit- and you swear it's the cutest thing ever. You go to speak again, when the instructor beats you to it by telling the class to turn to the song you'll be working on. You turn back around and offer Yeosang a final, small smile, and get your violin situated.

Thursday morning, the class is in a slight chaos as you turn the corner and enter. You, too, are buzzing with anxiety and anticipation. Yesterday, just before the bell, your teacher said that he would be asking a few individuals to try out for a special part in the song for your upcoming performance.

Soobin is already in his seat, bouncing his leg as he reads and re-reads the notes: trying to memorize them. The pretty new guy is one of the only calm ones in the entire room, gently working on one of the parts that he seems to have trouble with.

You take your seat wordlessly and immediately get to work, working the bow over the strings effortlessly. You block out all the other instruments and conversations, letting the music take over your mind. You had spent the better half of last night memorizing the notes and the timing, and the song already comes like a second mature. Music has always been your escape- your friend. You swing the bow away in the final note and let the sound resonate in your ears over the noise around you.

You smile, content with your own performance.

The hair on your arms stands up as an uneasy feeling washes over you. You glance around the room to find the source, and you don't find anything. "Hubae." The voice comes from behind you.

It's Yeosang, with his eyebrows creased in concentration as he looks down at the violin in his lap. You turn half way in your seat, humming in response. "Could you," he hesitates, "could you help me?" It seems like he's a bit ashamed to be asking, avoiding your eyes and mindless fingering out the cords.

"Sure, what do you need help with?" He turns the knob on the back of the stand loose and swivels it around to face you. He has his book marked up with circles and underlines and small singular-worded notes. One part, the one he's been practicing and messing up repeatedly is marked up the most. He points to it.

You slowly sit down your violin in its case and slide your seat beside his, taking up the empty space behind Soobin. "Ah, I had trouble with that too! You aren't the only one," you profess, smiling at him when his eyes flicker toward you for a moment. His face flushes quickly, and you pretend not to notice as you fix the stand to face you.

"So, it's the part where you go from G to A, right?" Yeosang nods, going from cord to cord slowly. "It's cause your fingers aren't warmed up enough." You take his violin gently and hold is loosely by its neck, holding out your other hand. You tap each of your fingers to your thumb quickly, going from your index to your pinky and then back. "Try." He does so, struggling slightly- but slowly getting up to speed with you. He continues the exercise as you sit his instrument in your lap, holding out your cupped hands. His movements halt, and he looks at your opened hands and his beloved instrument placed gently on top of your skirt.

"C'mere." Your reach out your hands and pick his up, slowly rubbing the lowest knuckles, "it's the ones that holds you back the most," you state matter-of-factly. You slowly work his hand for a few moments, before dropping it and handing him his violin. It takes him a few moments to recoup, and he shakes the thoughts from his head as he grabs it.

He places it under his chin and gives a final glance your way before he begins playing. When he reaches the line from hell, he passes by without any trouble, his limber fingers sliding into place fluidly, pressing down the right strings in the right place like he's done it a million times before.

"Beautiful!" He smiles at the compliment, lowering the violin to thank you before the teacher so rudely interrupts you again.

"Who's first?" He asks the class excitedly, locking the portable pianos wheels before leaning back on it. Everyone is silent, and you try to slowly maneuver your way back into your place. "Miss (Y/n)!" He points at your crouched figure, and you pop up from behind Soobins back with tight lips.

"No, thank you, Mr-"

"Come on down!"

You take a deep breath, gathering up your bow and violin and holding back a frown as you sit behind the piano with him. "Ready when you are." The rest of the class resumes their own practicing- save for Yeosang and Soobin: who watch you.

You lift your bow in time with him as he presses down the accompanying keys. You go through the entire verse, not missing a beat or a cord as you play your part. The ending note echoes out in unison with the piano, and you smile at the teacher as he takes down some notes before dismissing you to practice the next verse.

You walk toward Soobin with a new found confidence in life, pumping your fist and whisper-yelling about how you nailed it.

If only you looked back, you would see Yeosang looking at you with something dark swirling in his wide eyes.

Opposite to music and musical theory, lunch was the most dreaded part of your day. Soobin had his at a different time, and your friend Hiyyih was always late on Friday's because of her debate club.

You were left alone for the first 20 minutes of the hour long period, and it was the worst part of every Friday since the school year began.

How or why you grabbed the attention of such a foul senior was beyond you. But it seems like Un Ji has a personal vendetta against you- despite the fact that you had never even looked in her direction until she decided to trip you over during volleyball(why did she even do that? You were on the same team!). Perhaps she had some home problems, or had unpacked trauma, or was simply just that mean. It doesn't matter. What does matter is that she just can't seem to get enough of teasing you.

"There she is!" Her sing-song tone makes the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention. You're always in the same seat waiting for Hiyyih, so why does she bother acting surprised? "God, look at her. All lonely!" The condescending way she laughs alone is enough to make you want to curl up on yourself.

"Mind if we sit?" She and her goonies don't wait for you to respond, and you don't bother to anyhow. You just look down at your lunch with a forming frown. "Ah, don't frown! You'll get ugly..." You look up with your brows furrowed in confusion, and she has a serious expression on her face. A smirk slowly forms as she scans your face. "Oh," she draws out, "too late."

Some of the girls she's with begin laughing, and their giggles echo around your hot ears.

"Hey," Yeosang sits next to you with a smile directed towards you, completely ignoring the existence of Ji.

Your eyes flash to her, and back to him, and back down at your sandwich before you mutter out a hello. "Who's your friend?" She asks you, leaning her elbow on the table and holding her head as she gives him dreamy eyes.

"Oh," he dramatizes, hand to his heart. "I'm Yeosang." He says to her shortly, before turning back to you, "why aren't you eating?" The past two weeks, you and Yeosang have been slowly growing closer. Maybe he's decided it's finally time to join you outside of class.

"Psh, she doesn't need to. Look at her." Ji's desire to woo him is overwhelmed by her desire to tear you down. "So chubby, (Y/n), do you want to work with us during gym?"

Yeosang doesn't let the way your eyes widen with fear slide. His top lip rises as he looks at her in disgust. She seems like she's been knocked over with a feather, staring back at him as her face heats up. "What? I'm only looking out for my friend!" She swipes her hair over her shoulder and moves on from her brief moment of feeling scandalized. "Right?" She looks to her friend, who says something that doesn't quite reach either of you.

He's keeping his eyes on you again, watching as wetness builds up in your eyes. At the grating sound of her voice, he comes up with an idea. He sighs and stands up, "seems I've lost my appetite." You look up from beneath your eyelashes and watch as he takes the long way to a bin, passing behind Ji.

As he does, he makes an effort to cross his foot in front of the other, making himself stumble. "Oh my goodness!" He yells as she screams, the glass of water he had on his tray soaking into her back, loose pieces of food getting stuck in her hair. "Oh, I'm so clumsy." He deadpans as she stands to face him. "My bad." He looks over her shoulder to see you, quickly covering you smile with a hand over your mouth.

"You are so dead!" He slides away from her grasp and back around the table, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along- giving you just enough time to grab your bag before you escape the cafeteria: leaving a screaming Ji in your wake.

"Oh my god, Yeosang!" You begin to laugh as you run. His grip on you wrist slips down to your hand, and you don't protest as he holds it tightly, looking back as he continues to lead you away. His own laughter starts to sound out, dying down soon as you both slow.

He lays down on a cement bench, and you take a seat at the very end of it by his feet. Both of you breath heavily between broken chuckles. He props his head up on his hand and looks down at you.

"She had that coming, huh?"

"Oh, yeah!"

He leans back and gazes up at the clear sky, squinting at the brightness before he fully closes his eyes. "Hate people like that."

A silence envelopes the both of you, save for the blowing wind that cools down your flush face. He listens to your breaths, matching his own to them.

"Thank you, Sunbaemin...I could have handled it, you know, on my own- but I really appreciate it." You rant quickly, placing your hand on his lower leg in a show of gratitude.

He nearly twitches away at the feeling, eyes opening and finding you once again. "No problem." He sits up, "I have to admit... I've seen her bothering you before. I saw what she did to your book last week."

"Oh... yeah. That was one of my favorites."

I know. "I'm sorry I didn't step in earlier."

"It's okay, really. You don't have to stand up for someone you barely know." You offer him a sad smile, and he returns it with a wide one.

"I'll stand up for you." He says. He promises. "I'll protect you from her from now on."

"Really?" You ask abashedly, quickly correcting yourself to, "I mean- I'd really appreciate it, but, you know you don't have to do that for me!"

He tilts his head, seeming as if he's searching your mind. "Of course I do. You deserve better than to be treated like that."

Tears are building up in your eyes, and he quickly adjusts himself to sit with a leg on either side of the bench, scooting closer to you. "(Y/n)..." He draws out. "Please don't cry."

"I'm sorry."

"Why? Why are you sorry, it's okay, ba-It's okay. Come here," he wraps his arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer as you begin to cry silently. "It's okay," he hushes you, sending a death glare in the direction of a student who's giving you both a strange look.

"I'm sorry, Yeosang." Over your own ragged breathing, you don't hear his breath catch in his throat. He tightens his grip on you and rubs his hands up and down your arm comfortingly.

"Don't be sorry. Shh, I'm here now, don't worry, okay?"

His skin is lit ablaze when you wrap your hand around his wrist in search of comfort. "Thank you," you whisper, "no one stands up for me."

"I will."

"And then?!" Hiyyih urges you to continue, hugging her big rabbit plushie tightly as you tell the story of what happened with Yeosang earlier that day. You lean your head over the edge of the bed from your seat on the floor and smile.

"He just kinda... held me? It was really nice, actually. I mean- at first it was a little weird cause, like, obviously: but it was nice!"

"Oh my God," your best friend exclaims, flattening herself on the bed to be closer to your face. "That's so sweet of him! I need to meet this guy and give him the stamp of Hiyyih approval."

"Oh, it's not like that... He's just my senior, seniors take care of juniors they like right? He's just friendly." You back away in confusion when she places the back of her hand on your cheek.

"You're blushing!" She yells, flopping off the bed to join you on the floor as you begin screaming that it's just warm in her room, and she's screaming right back that you have a crush.

"Bahiyyih!" Her brothers voice rings out, making you both stop, making an 'oh shit' face as you hear his heavy footsteps come down the hall. The door opens to reveal her big brother, Kai, with his hand perched on his hip. You feel like he might scold you for being so loud, but he scrambles into the room and shuts the door behind him. He plops down opposite of the both of you and leans forward, "spill."

"It's nothing! He's just a nice guy from my music class." "She's totally whipped for this dude!" You and Hiyyih speak over one another, slapping each others hands down as you both try to emphasize your own point. "Good lord," Kai mumbles, rolling his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Start from the beginning."

You and Hiyyih continue interrupting each other every so often as you explain about Yeosang. And when she cuts you off for the third time, Kai reaches over and smacks her upside the head- causing a yelling match between the siblings.

You look down at your hands, thinking back to the way his skin felt under your finger tips. You don't even notice when the Huenings have stopped, now both looking at you. "Ooo, she's doing that thing again," she whisper yells, slapping his arm, "do you think she's thinking about him?"

"I can hear you, dickhead."

"My bad."

A round a laughs goes around, and she leans into your lap, looking up at you. "What were you thinking about, really? Him, right?" You nod a little bit, looking over to her vanity with an idea brewing in your head.

"You really think he likes me? I mean-"

"Of course!" "I think so, yeah."

"Hey, Hiyyih," you break the moment of silence. "Remember when we were in middle school and I had a crush on that one boy?" She looks up, searching her memory before she giggles a bit.

"You trying to say you want another makeover?" You nod with a smile, looking over to the mirror again.

"We're older now! I've been wearing the same lipstick since junior year of high school, I think I should upgrade, right?"

"Totally not to impress Yeosang, right?" Kai smirks, already scooting towards the makeup boxes Hiyyih keeps under her bed. "I can teach you how to do eyeliner, I'm better at it!"

"Hey!" She yells, offended he would make fun of her skills. He only sticks out his tongue and goes back to searching the shoe box full of eye and lip liners.

"You know you don't have to do this to impress him, right? He already likes you. I mean- it's totally obvious. And you're so nice, how can he not?"

"I know," you drag on, "but maybe if I looked a little nicer I would have more confidence? I don't know..."

"Whatever you want, chick," she sits up on her knees and gives you and aggressive forehead kiss before falling back and yanking the box away from her brother. "Give me this," she takes the liner from him, "this isn't her color at all, you crazy?"

"Hi," you slide into the seat across from him and whisper quietly.

Yeosang already has his nose in a notebook book, and he puts it down to smile warmly at you. It's Friday, three weeks have passed since he promised to protect you- and he did just that. He found every reason possible to be near, and his presence was welcomed. At this point, you would even consider him 'friend'. You were hanging out after school.

Your crush on him hasn't died down. Not in the slightest. The more time you spend with him, the more you found yourself drawn into him. He liked similar things and was a beautiful violinist and had a certain aura around him.

He could say the same things about you. The closer he got, the more sucked in he was.

"Hey, Petal."

"How's your day been, Yeo?"

He smiles at the nickname, that same glaze washes over his eyes- the one you catch every so often but you're never quite able to place before he blinks it away. He told you weeks ago you don't have to call him by any honorifics. At first you were hesitant, but soon enough you were Yeo and Petal (which he affectionately nicknamed you after he cought you playing the 'he loves me, he loves me not' game).

"Good, and yours?"

"Good!" You drop the whisper. No one is ever in the large library. Not even the librarian. Just you, Yeosang, and some girl named Lucy who reads on the other side of the room.

"Did Lucas bother you today?"

You roll your eyes. Lucas, also a freshman, has been harassing you to go out with him and won't seem to take no for an answer. "No, thank god. He wasn't there today. So... What are you working on?"

He sits and explains his project, then you explain yours. This is how it is on Fridays and Wednesdays. You sit in each others company and do all of your work, reaching out for help when you get stumped.

It's all easy today, so easy in fact: you fall asleep after you've finished your own work. It takes Yeosang no time at all to notice.

He sits up a bit and looks around. Then he stands up. He takes the seat next to you, slowly lowering his head to rest parallel to yours.

A piece of hair has fallen loosely over your face, swaying with each breath you take. Surely... you won't mind if he fixes it, right?

He moves at a turtles pace until he reaches your face and sweeps back the hair with his fingertips grazing your cheek.

As he studies you, he finally gets a chance to see the new makeup style you've been wearing as of late. It makes you look more mature, more confident. He can't tell if likes it quite yet. But, to be honest, he like's everything you do. Maybe he has a preference, but he can't tell. Because,

"always so pretty."

You stir a bit at his deep whisper, subconsciously leaning toward the warmth of his hand. He flattens his fingers and rests his palm against you. His heart seems to beat out loud: he's shocked it hasn't woken you. When you mumble something, he scoots his face a smidge closer. It sounds like nonsense, but your voice still soothes something that runs wild inside him.

His hand wanders down to the ends of your hair and he twirls his finger around them, letting go gently.

He himself nearly falls asleep, a peace he's never known washing over him with your shallow breaths in his ear.

He's teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when a loud noise disrupts the peace you've created for him. He places his hand on your shoulder, ready to wake you up at a moments notice as he looks around. As the panic settles, and his heartbeat dies back down, he registers that it was just a door.

"Hey," he lightly shakes your shoulder, "wake up." Your eyes flutter open and blink up at him as he cups your face in his hand. "Have a good nap?" He teasingly asks, stroking you cheekbone with his thumb. You groan in response, and tug your arm up. When you place your hand over his and hold it closer to your face, he almost moans at the feeling.

"Should have brought a jacket," you mumble sleepily. "So cold. Your so warm, Yeo." He looks over to his seat, where his large hoodie is draped over the back.

"Do you," he stutters, "do you want my hoodie?" You peek open one of your eyes and glare at him.

"Don't even play with me, really?" You sit up, and his hand falls back to his side. "It's not too much to ask, is it? What if- what if you get cold?" He reaches over the table top and grabs the fabric, handing it over with a promise that he'll be okay without it.

The warmth envelops you, and you sigh contentedly, wrapping your arms around yourself. "Thank you."

His heart flutters as he takes in the sight of you in his clothes and makes a mental note to make sure to turn the thermostat up even in the colder weather so he can hand over more. "Looks good on you." He tries to be nonchalant, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away rather fast. "Blues your color."

"You think?" You lift up the hood and pull the strings just enough to cover your ears before you tie it in a bow. He says nothing, just smiles fondly as you take up your phone. "Oh, I didn't sleep too long! Did you finish your work?"

He shakes his head, "I have some maths left. I just took a break before i torture myself with it."

"I can do maths!" You stand up and run to the other side, searching through his organized papers until you find the math. "Least I can do for you." He watches as you work diligently, the pencil scratching against the paper fills the comfortable silence. Only a few minutes pass until you slam the pencil down dramatically. "Boom, bam!"

He takes the paper and scans it over as he mumbles a thank you. You return to your seat next to him and begin gathering your materials. "Hey, (Y/n)..."

"Yup!" You face him, smile faltering as you see his solemn expression. "What, what's wrong? Did I mess up the work?"

"I really like spending time with you."

You're left with your jaw dropped for a moment, before you gather the courage to speak. "I...I like spending time with you too. It's easy, with you. Y'know? Just feels right! I'm actually... well, I'm really glad you transferred to Mr. Canessa class." You ramble on, speaking with you hands and not noticing that he's tearing up until one of his tears hit the table. "Oh, Yeosang! I'm sorry!" You scoot your chair closer and wrap your arms around his shoulders, cradling his head.

He sniffles quietly and simply lets you hold him, hushing him and sniffling along with him. "Why are you crying?" He asks through his sobs. "Why are you?" You ask right back.

"Because I want to kiss you so badly."

You pull away slowly and look at his teary eyes through your own. "I want to protect you from Ji, and from everyone. And I want- I want you to warm up my hands before I play. I don't ever want you to call me Sunbaenim again because I wish you saw yourself as my equal because that's what y-" You shut him up by rewrapping your arms around him, crying harder into his shoulder. The sound of your cries triggers his own, and he latches onto you like a kola, bringing you into his lap. "I'm so sorry, (Y/n), I think I'm falling in love with you."

There's a beat of quiet until you speak, "what if I'm falling in love with you, too?"

He cries into your shoulder, grip tightening around your waist. "Please, don't say things like that." He feels you tug at his hair gently and leans his head back to look up at you.

"Not even if I mean it?"

"Do you? Mean it?"

"Yes."

He grins weakly as you begin to wipe up his tears with the paw of the hoodie. "Petal?" He blinks anxiously as you hum in response. "Can I kiss you?"

You answer him with your lips on his, and it takes him a good moment to catch up. He closes his eyes and lets himself melt into you.

He falls into his back, a deep sigh passing his lips. He looks up at the ceiling and just thinks.

Your third date together had just ended: successfully in his opinion. It was barely different from the time you two had spent together before the library, but at the same time it felt all new. With your feelings out in the open you no longer had to hold back. He openly admired you, not bothering to hide his flushed face when you complemented him or avoided eye contact as his eyes shined with that unplaceable glaze.

He doesn't know why... he can't understand. How do you have him wrapped around your little finger so tightly in such a short time?

Is it the way your touch always leaves goosebumps in your wake? The way your hands work so diligently to make awe-inspiring music? Maybe, it's the way you smile when you see him. The smile that's reserved just for him? That could be it...

His phone buzzes with a small ding on his stomach. The ring tone he assigned just to you, a small bird song.

He opens the message in the next second, smiling like an idiot at the words you've typed out.

i had lots of fun ! i'm still laughing at your jokes haha

...

The phone vibrates in his hands.

where should we go next time ?

His thumbs work quickly to respond, going back and forth as he tries to come up with a good response.

You choose next time :) Show me someplace nice, Petal

He closes out the app and opens Instagram, hovering over the search bar for a moment before he finally typed in your user. He moves fluidly to it, having done this a million times before. You haven't posted in a while, but you have a new story. He clicks on your icon- a phone of you and your best friend (Bahiyyih, was it? He'll have to look into her.) making kissy faces.

The photo you've put on your story is on you took while with him. When a small lizard jumped on your table and tried to steal one of his french fries. You snapped a picture of him with his hand over his mouth in shock, staring at the lizard as it tries to drag a french fire that's bigger than it is.

He smiles fondly, snapping a screen shot of the memory. When the page refreshes, he sees that you have a new 'saved story' category. It's named "Yeo★".

The only other one on your page is called "Huening hoes". He's seen all of them a million times, but he still takes his time to click through it. It's pictures of you and Bahiyyih, of just her, and occasionally her brother. They, along with Choi Soobin, seemed to be your closest (if not only) friends.

At first, he was suspicious of the older Huening- but his nerves calmed down when he noticed the difference in your comments to them. On Yeosangs post of him playing the violin, he got a heart emoji. On kai.ning 's post of him and his track team: 'only went to see you fall... disappointed' followed by a sad face and a begging emoji.

His favorite by far was posted the day he stepped up to Ji. You are sitting in between Kai's legs as he does your hair, a bottle of nail polish in one hand and the brush in the other, a big grin on your face as your head is leaned back in laughter.

More often than not, he finds himself thinking what it would be like to have been there. To hear your laughter, to be the cause of it. He loves that laugh. He loves it so much. He'd give anything to have it all to himself. To have you all to himself.

He groans, locking his phone and rolling over with a frown.

He doesn't know why or how you have his heart on a string. You have him bewitched. How? Is it your eyes? Which look at him like he's a most valuable piece of art? Is it your lips? So soft and open for his taking? Maybe, your hands? Such a delicate embrace that leaves him begging for more?

God... he wonders what it would be like to fall asleep in your safe embrace.

He's fully fallen for you, and he's fallen hard. Why? Was it your kind nature? The way you didn't hesitate to help him when he acted like he didn't know how to play that verse? Was it the way you hung onto him when Ji passed by, silently begging him to protect you? Maybe- maybe the way that you held onto his shoulders as you moaned, so tightly that your nails left indentations for two whole days? It had to have been the way you rested your forehead against his with your eyes closed blissfully after your first kiss. The excited look in your eyes as you rambled about your interests?

He loved it all. He wanted it all. And he'd do anything to keep it. To keep you.

Kang Yeosang never knew fear until the day he answered the phone to your broken sobs at exactly 12:47 AM. You cried and cried for him, begging for him to help you. And he did. He took his keys and followed your shared location to the school. He ran all the way to where he knew he would find you.

He slams the double doors to the music room open and pauses for a moment until he sees your cowered figure by the rack of guitars, leaning on the wall with your head in your hands.

He yells out to you, sliding to his knees in-front of you. "Oh, precious thing," he pushes your hands down and takes your face in his own, "what happened to you?" His heart stops beating in his chest.

Your eyes are puffy and red. But that's the least of his concerns. You have dried blood that's dripped down your nostril. A forming bruise on the side of your face.

"Who did this to you?"

The second you explain what happened, he's back on his feet, ready to hunt down that bitch Un Ji.

"Yeo, please!" You hold onto the back of his calve, sticking him in place. "Don't," you plead, "please, don't go." He sits back down on the tile floor with you.

"My Petal," he begins to tear up, "they've crushed you." You can't say anything more, simply crying as you hold his hands tightly, attempting to stop the way your whole body trembles. "She put her fucking hands on you, (Y/n). She bruised you, she made you cry, look at what she did to your violin! She needs to learn her god damn lesson. She isn't better than anyone, and she certainly isn't better than you."

Your blurry vision turns to your prized instrument, now just a mess of broken wood and snapped strings. And the sight only makes you cry more. "Don't worry," he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. "I'll fix it... I'll fix it all." You hang onto him for dear life, sobbing into him.

"Baby," he hums, swiping away your tears the second you lean away. "I hate to see you cry like this," he holds you gently as he leans his head on yours to imitate what has become a habit of yours. "Breath with me, c'mon. You're okay now." You bite your lip to hold back your cries, eventually evening out your breathing to match his.

"You'll be okay?" He goes to stand again, and is once again stopped when you keep your grip on his hand.

"What will you do?"

"I'll just scare her. Show her to stay away."

And he plans on keeping his word to you, he truly does, but when he sees Ji all alone on the top of the stairs, all his mind can think is how 'this fucking bitch deserves to die for putting her hand on you'.

"Un Ji!"

She stands up and looks down at him with an expression of coldness, mirroring the same one he has. Only, with less rage. "I'll fucking kill you," he grabs her by her neck and pushes her to the cold ground, following her as she tries to back away. "What the fuck, dude?!"

She grabs his wrist and tries to pry it away, but he won't let up: clouded by his anger. "You are such a stuck up little bitch! You think you get to walk all over her? You think you get to touch her and get away with it? Huh? Answer me, cunt!"

"You fucking psycho, get away from me!" She struggles. He throws her down by the grip he has on her neck and lets her head slam onto the hard floor.

She's still dazed, her vision blurry from the bang to her head, when he crouches down to her level. "I should kill you." He smirks as she uncoordinatedly tries to scramble away. "I really should, but... I don't think (Y/n) would come around to that. She will come around to this though."

"Wha-" her question is cut off when he stands quickly and stomps on her hand. "Fuck, what the fuck," she screeches, trying to pull her hand back when he steps down harder and a crunch rings out. She lets her head fall to the ground, soaking it with her tears.

"Was it this hand you struck her with?" He moves to kick the other one out from under her, and steps down lightly. "Or this one?" When she doesn't answer, he crushes her hand anyway. "Best be safe." She yells and yells, but the only other person in the building this late is you; and your too occupied with the remnants of your instrument to hear her.

"Please, stop!" He lifts his foot, and for a moment she things she's got through to him. Then he swings his leg back and brings it forward to her gut with force. She attempts to roll over, but finds no splice as he just kicks her back instead. "Low life," he groans, "fucking piece of trash."

He forces her to lay down on her back with a sneaker placed to her shoulder. "Are you crying?" He coos mockingly, "awww." He bends down, pinching her cheek harshly. "Should have fucking thought about the consequences."

He replaces his foot with his knee, putting all of his weight down on her shoulder until she's slapping his leg, begging him to stop as he crushes it. "When someone asks you what happened, you say Lucas Montgomery did it, got that?"

He plans on taking down two birds with one stone, knowing that the socially inept Lucas wouldn't have anyone to use as an alibi.

"Ye-yeah."

"Hey, Un Ji... who did this to you?"

"Lucas." She coughs. Blood dribbles down her chin.

"Un Ji-ah," he yells into her face, "who did this to you."

"Lucas did! Lucas Montgomery!"

"Good. Make it believable, too." He kicks her down and gives her one last glance full of hatred with a threat, "cause next time, I won't stop until I can hand her your head on a stick."

He leaves her crying on the upstairs floor as he returns to you. He finds you, nearly unmoved from where he left you. Gathering up the broken pieces of your violin and attempting to do the same to your heart.

"Yeo?" You stand up and embrace him the second he crosses into the room, wrapping your arms around his waist and listening to his heavy breathing.

When you back up, you see a splatter of red on the tip of his sneakers. "Are you okay? Is that blood?" He cups your face in his hand and caresses his thumb over the bruise. "Yeosang!" He blinks back into reality. "Is that blood?"

You reach for the closed door behind him, when he grabs your wrist and pushes it back to your side. "You don't need to see that."

"Don't nee- what did you do?" He pushes you further into the room by your shoulder softly. "Yeosang, what did you do to her? You said you were just going to scare her!"

"She's scared," he says nonchalantly. "She won't bother you again." When you ask if he hit her, he almost scoffs a laugh. "I crushed her... I crushed her just like she did to you."

You don't know what's come over him, but you don't like it. This isn't the Yeosang you've been falling in love with. This Yeosang is scaring you.

"I want to go home, now."

He nods, "I'll take you."

"No." You speak all too quickly for his liking. "I don't want... I don't want to be near you right now. How can you... you did exactly what she did to me."

He grabs onto your forearm tightly, pulling you back as you try to leave and pushing you onto the wall next to the whiteboard.

"My beautiful flower," he hums, cool knuckle sliding down your cheek and across your jaw.

"Yeosang." His name is whispered like that of a devil, so quiet that he can barely pick up on the emotions lacing your voice. "We shouldn't... we should stop before we get more involved. I'm- I don't think-"

"No," he grumbles, pushing off the wall and going to pace around the music room. "You don't get it," he yells, kicking one of the sheet stands. You yelp involuntarily, backing into the chalkboard as his cold gaze finds you. "You don't get it," he begins to laugh, raking a hand through his hair.

"Sunbae-"

"Don't fucking call me that!" His conscience is filled with guilt as he hears the word, but it's quickly overwhelmed by the butterflies that fill his gut as he sees you cowering against the wall. "Don't call me that," he repeats in a soft, whining voice. As he approaches, you scoot behind the teachers piano, using it as a barrier between the both of you.

"Why are you scared," he asks. Wether it's genuine or teasing, you can't seem to tell.

"Please, stop. Lets just go our separate ways."

He places his hands on the top of the wooden piano, smirking as he unlocks the wheels with the tip of his sneakers. He pushes it to the side harshly, making the keys clang and echo around the room as it collides with the double doors. "Yeosang, please! You're scaring me!"

"Don't worry," he purrs as he crowds you, taking your hands in his and holding them between you: pressing his body against yours and effectively trapping you.

"Oh, Petal," his voice is truly mocking now, but it goes away as quickly as it came. "We are already involved. Do you have any idea what I would do for you? Huh? Any idea what I'm willing to do? What I did to that bitch is nothing compared to what I'm willing to do..." He places his forehead to yours, breathing in the smell of your sweet conditioner and listening to your ragged breaths. For a single moment, he feels like he's in heaven.

Then, the sirens come into ear shot.

Eyes wide, filled to the brim with tears that you refuse to let fall, you search his cold gaze. "What did you do?"

"I told you that I would protect you, yeah? That's exactly what I did." He leans his face impossibly closer to yours, "I have a feeling she won't be bothering you. Not as long as I'm around."

You turn your head to the side, avoiding his eyes as your tears fall. "Hey!" The grip he has on your chin is rough, probably rough enough to bruise.

"Yeo, please," you sob, subconsciously wrapping both your hands around his free one: which is still perched against your stomach.

"Look at me," he all but begs, shifting his weight around anxiously as you slowly turn your eyes to face him.

"I didn't do anything wrong, you know that right? She may have got hurt, but... after everything she did to you? That cunt had it coming. Okay?"

"Mhm." You bite your lip, nodding tightly in his grasp. "I'm sorry, Yeo."

"I know, baby." He places a chaste kiss to your cheek. He releases his death grip and taps your cheek gently with a smile. "I just want to protect you. You'll let me, won't you?"

The sirens are full force, ringing through the school. The lights flash through the tall window.

"Won't you?" He leans his head down and brushes his lips against you, almost begging.

"Yeah." You mumble into his lips, letting him kiss you deeply.

"Good. Let's get out of here, Petal."

Manners

February Filth Fest : Day Five

Park Seonghwa x fem reader x Kim Hongjoong

a/n: this was originally day ten but i got inspired and went to town. ps this is pretty long cause i went WAY overboard. probably the longest and dirtiest thing i've ever written. this isn't even all of it i had to cut it in half for my own sanity. what can i say? the matz brain rot is REALLLLYYY getting to me

part two: read it here

✫彡wordcount: 3k

"Where's your manners, Sweetie?"

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, threesome, poly relationship, dom hwa, sub hj, switch reader, so many pet names i can't even list them all tbh, m&m action, blowjob&handjob, spit play, spit like everywhere, degradation and name calling, praise, cum swapping, unprotected(don't do that whoops), edging, nipple play, light slapping, face sitting, hair pulling, choking, intense emotional relationship (they love each other sm ❤️‍🩹) , hand holding, forehead touches(SHES BACK BITCHES)

good god what the hell star

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"You're so good to me," Seonghwa mumbles into your neck. "So good under me like this, taking it so well."

With your boyfriend Hongjoong out and about in town, you took the opportunity to have some quality time between the two of you.

You'd been together for almost a year now but you've never all been together. It was always a duo. But when you hear the front door unlock down the hall, you have a feeling that tells your relationship is about to take the next step.

"Hwa," you start, breathlessly, "Joong's home, we-"

The bedroom door opens and cuts you off. "Jesus!" Hongjoong yells, spinning in circles with his hands over his eyes as if he's seen something he's not supposed to have. "My bad, I'll just be on my way-" He bumps into the half open door, stumbling with one of his hands over his eyes as the other feels around.

You laugh into Seonghwa's shoulder, from where he pulled you up to hide you when he heard the door. He slowly lays you back onto the pillows and pulls out of you, calling for your boyfriend.

"Why are you acting like you haven't seen us before?"

"Well, uhm..."

"C'mere, Joongie," you call for him, giggling as Seonghwa closes your knees together and rubs them gently. He makes his way to the bedside slowly, trying and failing to keep his eyes off the two of you. "Are you flustered, Baby?" You ask him as he kneels to be face to face with you. He doesn't say anything, eyes trailing down your body to Seonghwas. "Are you horny?"

His head perks up like a lost puppy, wide eyes staring right at you. "What?"

"Seeing us like this? Did it get you hard?" You lift up off the bed and reposition your torso to dangle off the edge, hand slowly headed for his pants. Over the rough denim, you can feel his bulge forming. You mock a laugh, smirking at him, "of course you did, my little pervert. Bet you knew what we were doing, huh?"

"Baby, no-"

"Hwa," you turn and rest your hand on your fist, "what do you think? Our Joongie is so perverted for me, but now he's acting all shy!"

Seonghwa is taken aback by your behavior towards Hongjoong. When you're with him, you're nothing but sweet and subby. But something in the way you just wrapped Joong around your little finger has him excited. "He's a pervert, all right. Maybe seeing both his Babies is just too much. Maybe we should put our clothes o-"

"No, no! I mean- I don't, I didn't mean to... interrupt or anything."

You and Seonghwa share a smirk before turning towards him.

"Well, in that case, we'll just get back to it?" You laugh as you feel him lift your hips up. You stare into Hongjoongs soul as Seonghwa slides effortlessly back into your wet cunt. Your smile drops into an open jaw as you feel the stretch of his girth. "So big, Hwa, feels so good."

You reach out to Hongjoong and he wraps his fingers into yours in a millisecond flat. "Hwa," you inquire, "can I kiss him?" You didn't want to push him, he was usually very possessive in the bedroom and you don't know if it will extend to your boyfriend.

His hands trails over your ass and down your back before he pushes your shoulders down and makes your lips connect with his. You moan into his lips as he sets an easy pace. Seeing the two of you, the two people he's given his whole heart to, in such a compromising position does something to him.

Of course he's seen the two of you kiss. Of course he has. The three of you can't stay away from each other for the love of God.

But like this? Fingers twisted together so tightly that you loose color? Tongues lapping at each other desperately? Spit accumulating between you? Not even pulling away to breath? Like you need each other more than you need oxygen?

He's never seen something more beautiful.

"Hongjoong," he speaks up, breaking the spell you're under. "Do you want to fuck her?"

"Yes," he says instantly, looking up past you to see him. The vision of his boyfriend gripping his girlfriend's ass is burned into his memories, stored and filled to one of the most powerful images he's ever seen.

"Manners, Joong."

"I want to fuck her, please?"

The feeling of Seonghwa leaving you has you whining, a sound that makes Hongjoong's brain short circuit. "Mars, wh-"

"Take his clothes off." He orders with a small smack to your ass. He lifts you up and leans back on his hands, cock hard in the air as he watches you bend down and kneel infront of him. "Get him ready. Show me how you take control, Princess."

You push away any uncertainty you have as you see Hongjoong, looking just like he does when it's just the two of you. Eyes dilated and following your every move. Hands patiently waiting on his thighs. Waiting for you, like Seonghwa isn't even there.

"C'mon, Sweetie, don't be shy. This is okay, right?" You give Hwa a smile and a nod before maneuvering yourself to sit behind Hongjoong.

You leave a ghost of a kiss on his neck and dip your hands under his sweater. He moans at the feeling of your hot hands on him, leaning into your touch. "Good boy," you whisper. It's so quiet, that if he wasn't looking for it- Seonghwa would have missed it. But he was looking for it. Because that's what he does to you.

You tug his sweater and shirt over his head at once, hands immediately going back to his shoulders. "You want me to fuck you? While our boyfriend watches?" You smirk against his back as his breath shudders, "what a little whore you are." He whines quietly as your fingers graze over his nipples. "Just how horny are you? Whining like that, you must be ready to cum already. Am I right?"

He leans his head back against your shoulder as one of you hands wanders down, hooking a finger around his belt loop: while the other draws circles around his nipple. "Am I right?"

"Yes." He says, shortly, out of breath.

"Yes?" Your brows furrow as you look over at Seonghwa, interested in how he'll react to this.

"Yes, Mama. I want it, want it already."

Seonghwa's eyes go wide as saucers, hand over his mouth to hold back his moan. You give him a sweet smile before turning your attention back to Joong. You stand, and he follows, letting you tug his pants down and leaving him in his boxers.

You sit him down on Hwa's gaming chair, unbuttoning the last barrier and letting him free. "You're so hard, Joongie. All for us?" He nods, not trusting his voice as you give a kitten lick to his head. You hold up one of your hands in a small cupped position, and he knows what to do immediately. He purses his lips and swirls his tongue to gather a good wad of spit before letting it dribble into your hand. "Thank you, Puppy." He whimpers as your hand wraps around him, following your one rule and keeping his eyes on you.

Seonghwa's hand mimics yours around his own cock, still coated in your slick. He's never seen such a sight in all his years. His baby boy getting handled by his sweet girl. It's entirely too much for his brain to compute. "Fuck." Is all he can manage.

You trail your nails up and down Hongjoong's thigh, watching as his eyes struggle to stay on you when you can both hear Seonghwa stroking himself with the loud wetness you've left behind. "Don't look at him," you sigh, feigning hurt, "I'm the one who's making you feel good, right, Pretty? Don't I make you feel good? Or do you need him?"

"No! No, Mama, I wan- please don't stop? Please?"

"If you take your eyes off me for a fucking second, you know what happens. You don't want to do that infront of Hwa... What would he think?"

"I won't-"

"He'd probably think you're a desperate, pussy whipped, whore."

"Mama, please!"

"What?" You ask with a tilt of your head, "too much? Is the truth too much for my slut to handle?"

"Cu-" That's all he has to say before you withdraw your hand. He blinks rapidly, trying to catch up with his bodys sudden lack of pleasure.

You both look back to Seonghwa, folding at the sight before you. He's propped up on one hand, stroking himself languidly with the other. He halts his movements and pats the bed, both of you practicing diving in.

"You treat him so well, Sweetie. Looks like I taught you well." He jokes as he lays you both down next to each other. "Our sweet girl deserves a reward, don't you think, Puppy? She treats us so well, why don't you make her feel good?"

"Wh..." he turns his head to the side and faces you to ask, "what do you want, Baby?"

"Want your tongue."

Seonghwa notices your dominance faltering and helps you move over Hongjoong, still facing him as you lower down. You grab onto his shoulders as Joong begins lapping his tongue up and down the length of your pussy. "So good," you praise as he swirls around your clit.

"Is he making you feel good? He gonna make you cum?"

"Yes," you whine into Seonghwas lips, weaving them together. He grabs your chin as he backs up, warning you,

"Don't."

He leaves you without another word, crawling down the bed a bit until he's faced with Hongjoong's cock. He copies your move from earlier, using it against you. He cups his hand and stretches his arm out. You spit into his hand eagerly and watch with a smirk as he wraps it around him with no warning. He moans loudly into your cunt, making you double over and lay across his stomach.

"Keep making him moan, Mars. Felt so good," you beg, bracing yourself on his hips.

He cocks an eyebrow in your direction, "what, Princess?"

"Please," you quickly correct yourself, biting back a moan as Hongjoong starts to tongue fuck you. "Please, make our boy moan."

He leans downs and takes his length in his mouth, and the moan that comes from him makes your hips lift on instinct. Hwa uses the hand he's not using to balance himself and grabs your face, squishing your cheeks and giving you a warning look. You know what he's saying, even when his mouth is full of your boyfriend. You lower your hips and silently thank Hongjoong for the break he gives your sensitive core- leaving kisses and bites on your thighs for a moment to ground the both of you.

He lets go of your face and you fall back onto Hongjoong's stomach. You let your eyes flutter shut, the visual of his cock in his mouth paired with the feeling of his tongue returning is all to much. You can still feel his tongue assaulting your cunt, and still hear his cock hitting the back of his throat, but you manage to ground yourself with your hands over Hwa's on his thighs and hold yourself back.

He wraps his fingers with yours and strums his thumb over the back of your hands, silently telling you he's there. "S'good." You manage to cry out, hips involuntarily meeting his lips halfway. "Feels so good, Starlight."

Your praise, coupled with his tongue flattening on the underside of his cock is making Hongjoong feel like he's floating. His fingers dig into your hips and grab onto the skin there like it's the only thing keeping him on Earth. Between the long licks he's giving you, he manages to moan for both of you. Broken cries of 'Mama' and 'Baby' and 'Mars' fall like a prayer against your slick. When he pauses for a long moment, you know he's cumming into his mouth. He breaths heavily, licking at your inner thighs as he gains his breath back.

Seonghwa pulls up and moans loudly with his mouth full, hand to his painfully hard cock. He slaps your cheek lightly and makes you open your eyes. You almost cum at the sight of him alone.

His lips swollen and slick, mix of drool and cum slipping past his parted lips and down his chin to his naked chest. His long, messy bangs tickling his eyelashes. You sit up, pulling him forward by the back of his head. You gather up his bangs and slip the hair tie on your wrist around them, tying it out of the way. You kiss his forehead and down his nose to his lips.

He grabs you by your neck and pulls your lips onto his, immediately pushing all the liquids in his mouth into yours. You can taste Joong's salty cum on his tongue, and you greedily try to lap it all up, swallowing eagerly to make room for more that keeps coming. You moan into his mouth as he drags his pointed tongue across your clit over and over, squeezing Hwa's hands tightly and leaning your forehead against his.

"I-" You hesitate. He stares into your eyes, smiling as he drops your hands and cradles your head, keeping you close.

"I think you're about to make her cum, Joong." All he can do is hum in response, sucking on your clit just the way you like it to make you come undone.

"Please, Hwa," you cry, holding your hands over his once again. "He's making me feel so good, I need to- I wanna cum so bad." Hearing you beg, albeit not towards him, makes Hongjoong all the more needy: sucking up every single drop of arousal you offer him. "Please, please, please Mars!"

He lifts your hips and turns you around, holding you hands against the headboard with one hand and making you look down at Hongjoong with the other. "Where's your manners, Sweetie? He's the one eating you out."

"Joon- Joongie." You whimper, looking down at his eyes as they peek out from where you're seated on his face. The color in his eyes is barely visible, taken over by his pupils, wide with emotion. "Joongie, can I cum?" You find it hard to speak, every nerve in your body on fire as Hwa forces you to keep your eyes down on him as he eats you out like a man starved. "Please, I need-" You yell as his fingers slip into you, his tongue moving to a nonstop motion around your bud. "Fuckin- Jesus, God! So good, so, so, oh my fuck."

He pulls away for a split second to say, "do it," Before diving back in. Seonghwa lets your hands drop, and they immediately grab onto Hongjoong's locks with a vengeance.

He moans at the sting, and that's all you need to fall over the edge: whining loudly, hips forced to stay in place by Hwa's rough grip, gushing all over Joongs face. Your head falls back into Seonghwas shoulder, and one of his hands wraps around your neck. "Such a dirty girl," he moans against your neck, squeezing the sides gently. You cry out, hands trying to pull Hongjoongs tongue closer, but it's impossible- he's already essentially apart of you.

You're mumbling incoherent nonsense, one hand holding onto Joongs head and the other sliding back to pick up Seonghwas cock. His moans only prolong your orgasm and drive you into overstimulation.

He pulls you away from Hongjoong and makes the both of you whine in protest. He leans back and says one word, "suck."

Whether the command is for you or Hongjoong, it doesn't matter. Both of you settle on either side of his hips and share a smile before coming to the same conclusion. He flattens his tongue, while you point yours- and you both lick up his length. When you meet at his tip, you swirl your tongues around it and around each other. You repeat your movements a few times before you can feel Seonghwas patience crumbling. "Princess, get up here," he speaks breathlessly, opening his arms and holding you tightly as you all but jump on top of him. "Both doing so good," he moans out as Joong gives him the same treatment he gave him.

"Thank you, Hwa," you respond for the both of you, hands sliding up and down his chest. "Can I," you swallow deeply, finger pausing over his nipple, hovering. "Can I?"

"Yes, sweet girl, go ahead."

You dip down and capture one of his nipples in your mouth. He wraps his arms around your head, moaning as he catches a glimpse of Hongjoong on his cock. Both of your mouths on him at once... it's making him go crazy.

"Just like that." Again, it's doesn't matter who he's directing it towards. Both of you are stirred to work harder, repeating your movements and pushing him closer to his peak. "M- fuck."

You leave kisses up his chest and meet his lips, pinching his nipple and grinding against his toned stomach. "Seonghwa..."

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"I want to spit in your mouth." The smut that falls past your lips has Hongjoong grinding down on the bed, whining around your boyfriends cock.

He wordlessly rolls out his tongue and opens his mouth wide, collecting up every drop of spit that you dribble from above him. He grabs the back of your head when you seem satisfied and pulls your head to his, resting your forehead on his and staring you down as he swishes your spit around in his mouth. He spits it back into yours as he cums, eyes rolling back and hands holding you still on his stomach.

Hongjoong gently pulls you back and lays you on Seonghwas thigh, pressing your cheeks together and letting the cum slowly drip into your mouth that already full of you and Hwa's spit.

Seonghwa opens his eyes and watches breathlessly as you and Joong take turns pushing the mix back and forth, kissing each other feverishly in the process. Your hands reach up and pull his closer, moaning into the kiss. Next to you, you can feel his cock twitch.

He pulls you away from him by your thighs, flipping you over to take his position on the pillows as you swallow thickly. He pushes him infront of him and slots him between your legs, stroking his cock and kissing his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Hongjoong asks, bucking his hips as his hand leaves and slides over his hips, pushing him forward.

"You said you want to fuck her, right?"

"Y-yes."

"Then get to it, Baby."

Kiss it off me

February Filth Fest : Day Seven

Jung Wooyoung x fem reader

a/n: sorry if this one isn't super long, i had some personal thingys

"Ready for another round, Beautiful?"

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, use of aphrodisiacs and alcohol, established relationship, literally feral, an insane amount of orgasms, hot potato but with dom/sub dynamics, unprotected(womp womp), multiple cream pies, nipple play,pet names (baby,love&babe,baby boy, woo), brief blowjob, cum eating and swapping

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Bam!" You place the plate of cookies down with a wide smile. "They're a little over done but I don't think it should matter..." You lift one up and inspect it, "probably just a little crunchy!"

Wooyoung turns with the drink mixer in his hands, leaning over the table and looking at the cookies. "They look good, Baby. How much did you put?"

You grab the messy paper where you've written down the recipe. "Two teaspoons. That's not a lot, right?"

"Sounds reasonable to me," he shrugs before shaking the drink around. You turn into the kitchen and grab two paper towels, placing a cookie on each and sliding one over to him. He pours the concoction equally into two glasses he's already set up. "My lady." He smiles as he slide the glass to you.

"Thank youuu." You sniff the drink, recoiling and holding a hand over your mouth to hide the laugh that threatens to come out.

"What? What is it?"

"How much gin did you put in here, Babe?"

He shrugs, looking at the bottle that's now half empty. "Not a lot."

"Maybe you should stick to the kitchen, and I stick to the drinks."

"Yeah, no, you're right."

He slides his cookie back over the table to sit next to you, taking his drink with him. You pick up the warm cookie and share a kiss with him before you take a bite.

You make small conversation as you each finish a cookie and your very strong drinks. You lean over and rest your head on his shoulder, and he cranes his neck to kiss the top of your head.

"You feel anything, Baby?"

"No. You?"

"Nada. Maybe we got a dud or something."

--

"Holy fuck!" He cries, hands tightening on your hips as you grind down on him. "S'good! Fuck me so good! So good," he moans like a prayer. He leans his head back with a whimper as he cums into you again. It makes you cum around him in response, leaning into his neck and licking up his sweat.

You've been at it for at least two hours, and neither of you can stop. He's came into your cunt at least five times, and you've gushed around him six? Seven? Your brain has turned to mush at this point. All you can think is Wooyoung. Wooyoungs dick. Wooyoungs hands grabbing at your tits.

"Baby, please!" He whimpers, hands massaging your skin. "Keep going, keep going, please, please, fuck me, fuck me," he whines like a broken record, hip's barely bucking up into you to meet your harsh bounces. "Please, I need it!"

All he can think is you. Your warm cunt filled with cum still around him. Your sweet praises. Your fingers tweaking his sore nipples. Your tongue rolling over them.

You slap one of your hands over his mouth and tell him, "then take it."

His hands travel down to your hips and flips you over, holding your hips down as your body bounces with the force of his thrusts. "You take it. I'm going to fuck you so full you can't fucking think."

"God, Woo! You're- fuck... holy shit, Love. You're so good, so good to me! Fuck me so good!" He brings his hand down to your clit and has you cumming again just at the contact alone, fucking you right into another one with his erratic thrusts and his finger twirling around. "Baby, cum..." You don't know whether you're asking him to cum or telling him you just did, but it's all that your mind can muster up.

He flips you over again, holding your hips down to his as close as he can as he over-fills your pussy. You pull up off him and cum drips out of you onto his hard cock. You both moan at the sight, worked up beyond belief. He's about to wipe it up when you swat away his hand and scoot down, leaving a trial of cum drops as you make your way down. "What are you doing, Baby? Keep going, please keep going!"

"Calm down, Baby Boy." You lick up some of the puddle on his lower stomach, savoring the flavor as your swallow. He has to physically hold himself back from releasing again at the sight. "Gonna kiss it off you."

He groans loudly, hand wrapping itself up in yours as you begin kissing and licking all over his stomach and pelvis. When he's both clean and painfully hard, you lower yourself down even more to his cock. "Want me too, Babe?"

"Yes," he breaths heavily, whining as you lower your mouth down on his jizz covered cock. "Ha~" he holds down his hips with his free hand, squeezing yours tightly in the other. "Fucking amazing, Baby. I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna-"

You scoop it up on your tongue and are back on him in the next second, settling on his cock,still hard, and connecting your mouths as you hold his open. He laps up your tongue, moaning into your open mouthed kiss as he swallows up the cum you've collected. You cradle his face as you pull away and admire the sight.

His eyes are almost fully black, unblinking as he admires you like you do to him. His mouth is slick and swollen and glazed in cum- yours, his, it's impossible to tell.

"So beautiful," you chime together. "Oop-" he laughs, leaning into your shoulder as you lay ontop of him in laughter. He slides his hands up and down your back, leaving a few kisses to your sweaty skin.

"Ready for another round, Beautiful?"

You like it?

Huening Kai x afab reader

You agree to let your boyfriend eat you out, but you don't expect him to be so good at it.

✫彡wordcount: 400

(>ᴗ•)genre:

p w/o plot, smut, drabble

ಠ_ಠwarnings/contents:

pussy eating, fingering, bed humping, hair pulling, begging, cursing, praise, pet names (hyuka, baby), pussy drunk kai, not edited

MNDI

He lays flat on his stomach, positioning himself between your spread legs with a smile. "So sexy." He moans, running his big hands up your thighs to rest on your hips. "You ready?"

You send him a small grin and a nod, picking up his hands in your own. He sticks out his tongue and flattens it, finally swiping up a small kitten lick up your pussy. You both moan at the feeling, and he lays down his head on your thigh, closing his mouth and savoring the taste of you.

"Kai?"

"Fuck." Is his only response before he quickly positions his head back and begins lapping at your core slowly. You hold your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans as he points his tongue and circles your clit.

"Does it feel good?" He asks as he slowly pushes his index finger into you.

"Yes~, please don't stop!" He heeds your request and lowers his tongue to swirl around your pearl once again, taking in all the sweet noises you let past your hand. "God, Hyuka! Don't stop, please, please, don't stop!" He latches his lips around you and sucks, using his free hand to push you back down by your stomach you begin to writhe. "Fuck, please, so good!"

You cry out in pleasure, letting one of your hands wrap up in his bangs. You pull them out of the way to get a good look at him, and the pressure on his scalp makes him groan into your pussy. You let out a shattered gasp, keeping eye contact with him as he continues to ravish you.

He pulls away to catch his breath, all the while working another finger into you. "You like it? You do don't you,huh?" He asks cockily, planting a kiss to your hip.

"Yeah," you whine as he begins scissoring his long fingers. "You're so good, Baby. Make me feel so good."

The praise goes straight to his cock, making him fully hard. He connects with you again, eating you out like a man starved as he thrusts his fingers into you and rolls his hips against the bed to try and get some satisfaction.

Your moans cause a chain reaction of his moans, which vibrate against you and makes you moan- which makes him moan. It's vicious cycle that has both of your hips writhing. Has your back arching. Has his cock aching.

"Hyuka! Don't fucking stop, don't stop, please!"

And he doesn't plan on it, not for a long time.

Heard that?

February Fifth Fest : Day Ten

Choi Jongho x fem reader

a/n: this went through so many different iterations cause i just could noooot figure it out but i landed on this and i love it . sorry it's a day late </3

"i wished it was you"

✫彡wordcount: 1k

(>ᴗ•)(¯ ³¯)♡genre:

smut w/o plot, fluff undertones

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, auralism, established relationship, jongho's POV, masturbation,brief self-edging, italics are video descriptions, pet names(baby,jong)

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

It had been so long. So long since you two had really spoken. So long since he held you. So, so, long since he had any time to himself- let alone time to spend with you. It felt like you'd been apart for years.

So he thanked God that they finished the sound check early and took advantage of it when his hotel roommate left. He latched the chain over the door and fell into the bed with a deep sigh. He wished he could call you, but it was so late there and he didn't want to wake you.

There was a few messages from members, one from a manager, and multiple from you. He swiped away everyone else's and opened up yours.

내사랑 11:37pm

i hate overseas tours. i barely get to speak to you because the time..

내사랑 11:38pm

i missed you extra hard today, i wore your sweater

내사랑 12:47am

i wished it was you

내사랑 12:48am

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The thumbnail preview was a blank screen, and that:coupled with your words, made him quickly realize. You did this twice on his last tour, and he came to be addicted. He yanked his headphones from the edge of the bed and sat up as he held the button to turn them on, already clicking on the video.

Just as they connected, you appeared on the screen, smiling warmly as you back away and lean into the headboard. The only sound was the fan, whirling quietly until you shuffled around. You were basking in the dim light of your lamp, wearing his large sweater- the first one you ever stole from him. "I'm missing you so much, Baby..." You serenade, running your hands up your thighs and dragging up the edge of the hoodie to reveal your bare core.

His breath catches in his throat, and he almost falls of the bed in his rush to unbutton his pants. "I'm so needy, Jongho. Want you to touch me so bad." He curses under his breath as he frees himself and leans back on the bed. "S'wet... can you see, Baby?" He can.

One of your hands dip between your legs as you spread them, the other bundling up the edge of his your sweater and pulling it up your stomach. Your slick glistens in the low lighting, and you give him a good view as you spread your lips.

God, what he would give to be back home with you. What he would do to be the one touching you. You haven't even done anything yet and he's painfully needy for you. He's agonizingly hard for you in just seconds. You have him wrapped around your little finger from the other side of the planet.

He wraps his hand around himself as he holds the phone up with the other, eyes focused on the way your eyes blink quickly as you dip two fingers into you. "God," he groans, tightening his grip as you begin thrusting your fingers.

"God," you moan, sliding your hand below your only clothing and caressing your torso like he always does. "Want you."

He barely catches your little whimper, and when his brain processes it, he's already on the edge. He pulls his hand away and grabs onto the blanket, whining as he fights himself. He wants to cum for you so badly already. He's so filled up with stress and homesickness and cum, he just wants to let it all go and fuck himself dumb to the sound of your familiar, saccharine voice.

He bites on his lip to distract himself as he watches your speed increasing. He wants you so, so, bad. He wants you to be moaning on his fingers. He wa-

"Jongho!" You whine out, other hand coming down in a rush to rub your clit as you keep up the pace. "Ah, Jongho, miss you. Want your fingers, want- I want your cock."

His eyes flick up and down, trying to watch your face and your sloppy cunt at the same time. When you moan out his name again, he can't help but touch himself again. He licks his hand and lathers it up generously as he focuses on the sound of your slick that grows louder by the second. When his cold, spit-covered, hand wraps around him: he whines out loudly and shamelessly.

The friction feels nice, sure. But he would kill for your warm pussy to be on him instead. He would kill to have your lips on his as his pleasure builds up quickly.

"Gonna cum," you state shortly. "Fuckin- fuck!" Your fingers and cunt work together to make a lewd and sticky, almost sloshing, sound as you push yourself closer to the edge. "Heard that, Baby? So wet jus' thinking about you."

His brain seems to malfunction, hand speeding up as his thumb scrolls the video back. The wetness of your pussy entrances him. "Heard that, Baby? So wet just thinking about you."

"God!" He whimpers, scrolling back once more.

"Heard that, Baby?" He cums on the spot, eyes fluttering shut as his release shoots against his shirt. Your moans as you throw yourself over the edge only prolong his ecstasy. When he floats back to his consciousness, he looks over to where his hand gripping the phone fell beside him.

You look just as fucked out as you do when he's the one making you cum, eyes shut blissfully as your glossy arousal pools under you, breaths heavy and uneven.

It makes him realize you are missing him just as much as he's missing you. "I love you, Jong..." You whisper as you grab at the hoodie.

He knows you can't hear him, but he whispers back anyways. "I love you."

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