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For The First Time Pt. 1~

ꕥPosted: 7/19/20

ꕥGenre: College!au, Fluff

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Jongho

ꕥWord Count: ~1k

ꕥWarnings: Slight language

ꕥA/N: There are several Chinese phrases I’ve sprinkled here and there, but I’ll provide the English translation so don’t worry! :)

Phrase Guide:

老师=teacher/professor

可爱=cute

I walked into my Chinese language class and looked around at the empty seats. The lack of students wasn’t that surprising to me. I was 15 minutes early, after all. I sat in the front row seat taking the books out of my backpack when I heard a familiar voice.

“Y/N! Hey!”

I looked up to see my best friend, Marina, and raised an eyebrow.

“Since when are you interested in learning Mandarin, M?”

“Oh I’m not at all,” Marina sat down and ran one of her perfectly manicured hands through her hair, “but you were the only friend in our group taking it and I didn’t want you to be lonely.”

She gave me a wink as I smiled at her.

“Thanks, babe. But this really is a tough class. You’ll definitely have to study hard if you want to pass.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to find a cutie to tutor me.”

I rolled my eyes at my love-crazed friend. It’s not like she’d have any trouble, though. Nearly every person she encountered fell for her. She wasn’t picky with gender, either. I remember when she came out to me several years ago. She wasn’t ashamed about it, quite the opposite, actually. I remember her throwing her head back in laughter.

“No one is safe from me! I will woo everyone and I cannot be stopped! I am invincible!”

I was pulled back to reality when Marina spoke again.

“You know, I’ve actually heard there’s a few cuties in this class.”

“Oh yeah? How’d you find that out?”

She chuckled and whispered, “Ancient Chinese secret.”

“Oh my god, M.”

As if on que, a group of three young men walked in. One was incredibly tall with bright red hair, another shorter with a light brown mullet, and another with a perfect, gummy smile.

They laughed at whatever joke the smaller one had told and looked around the classroom. By that point several people had trickled in, so finding a seat was slightly more difficult. Gummy-smile-guy looked at me and winked. He was, unfortunately, handsome. I looked away and cleared my throat, moving my gaze over to Marina, instead. She gave me a knowing smile, but said nothing. They eventually found seats towards the center row, just a few seats behind us.

After a few moments, Marina leaned close to me.

“Listen I’m just saying...I call dibs on the redhead. Did you see the way he was looking at me? He’s a damn fine man. You; however, ought to make a move on Mr. Flirty.”

“That’s seriously the best nickname you could come up with?”

“Listen. I’m getting ready to study a whole new language and I’m trying to save my brain power, y/n.”

Before I could respond to her, our professor entered. She seemed to be a middle-aged woman, wearing a classy dress with her hair tied up in a tight, neat bun. She carried several books in her hands and walked to the podium in the middle of the room.

As she sat down her books, she began speaking Mandarin at a relatively fast pace. I had never taken a Chinese class, but in preparation I studied the language for several months prior. I understood the majority of what she was saying and felt proud of myself for understanding.

“Alright class. Who would like to translate what I just said?”

My hand shot up after a second or so, giving my brain extra time to process her words.

“Good morning and welcome, everyone. This is Intro. to Chinese Language 101. If you are in the wrong class please leave, and if not, congratulations, you are in the right room,” I recited.

The professor raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“What’s your name young lady?”

“Oh! My name is y/n, 老师.”

She gave me a warm smile and nodded.

“Very well. I expect much from you, y/n.”

I smiled widely at her praise. To my side I could see Marina shaking her head at me and heard her whisper “Show off.”

As class continued I tried my best to answer what I could, but of course I couldn’t answer everything. It seemed that an unfamiliar young man and I took turns answering almost every question. I liked that. Bring on the competition.

Class ended sooner than I had liked and before long I was packing up my things.

“So where are you headed now?” Marina asked.

“Actually this is my break period. I’ve got an hour before my next class so I’m going to get some lunch.”

“Oh sweet! Me too!”

A deep voice that I didn’t recognize made me turn around.

“I think I’ll tag along, then.”

I looked up at the man with bright red hair and leaned my head to the side, noticing his two friends standing close to him.

“And who are you?” I asked.

He stuck out his hand for me to shake and gave a warm smile.

“Mingi Song. And you?”

Although his words were directed at me, he was looking at Marina, waiting for her to respond, instead.

I shook his hand and his gaze turned back to me.

“I’m y/n,” I pointed to Marina, who was already ogling Mingi, “and this is my friend Marina.”

Mingi picked up one of her hands and kissed it gently, “What a beautiful name you have, Marina.”

Mingi leaned closer to Marina and continued to flirt with her, pulling out every trick in the book. I’d seen this dance countless times with Marina and knew where it was going. I slid on my backpack and began to walk out.

“See ya, M! I’ll be at the cafeteria if you need me!”

She lazily waved back as I smiled at her. I took no more than a few steps before I heard someone running behind me. I turned around to see gummy-smile himself, secretly cursing myself when my heartbeat skipped.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah? What’s up?”

He took a moment before speaking and actually looked a little shy. It only showed on his face for a moment though, before he smiled confidently.

“Can I come with you to lunch?”

“I mean I guess, but I don’t even know your name yet.”

“Oh shit you’re right,” He smiled, “I’m Jongho.”

His smile. Damn his smile. Now that I could see him closer I actually got a good look at him. His fluffy dark brown hair with his forehead partially exposed, perfect facial proportions, and - oh god - he was really fit. His short-sleeved shirt showed the strong muscles in his arms just slightly enough to let you know that they were there. And of course, I knew.

“So are you gonna keep checking me out or are you gonna walk to lunch with me?”

His comment threw me off guard and I blushed, quickly shaking my head.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Jongho.”

“...可爱.”

If I had a dime for everytime @actuallythatwaspromise professed her love for Jongho I would have enough money to purchase an Ateez concert ticket

Edit: Like five tickets now

So it’s my birthday apparently??

happy birthday bisexuals

Please my heart—look at their smiles!

peek-a-boo!

As many of you know, my blog contains both sfw and nsfw content. I don’t mind if minors interact with my sfw content, because obviously there is no sexual content within it. Knowing that there are legal ramifications for both parties, I’d like to ask minors to please not interact with my nsfw content. I always clarify which category my writing will fall into, so refer to that. Please be considerate of this, thank you.

why do yall act like 17 yr olds dont have sexual thoughts? idk who that post was abt but like i remember being 17 and it was no different than being 18

bruh have sexual thoughts all you want but keep them to yourself tf 😭 i’m not reading smut written by a minor about literal fucking adults, that’s so weird and uncomfortable. legally you’re still recognised as a child and all your content is doing is promoting child p*rn - is writing smut about an underaged idol okay?? no? then why is it different when it’s a minor writing smut about full grown ass men? make it make sense

I mentioned it before, but a lot of people haven’t been able to see my older posts because the visibility settings were turned off so I’ll be reposting a few of them! Please feel free to read them if you haven’t already! <3

Favorite Place~

ꕥGenre: College!au, Angst, Fluff

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Emo!Hongjoong

ꕥWord Count: ~4.8k

ꕥWarnings: General angst (happy ending), Unknown man being creepy to reader, Characters insulting reader behind her back, Alcohol intake, Driving with a few sips of alcohol (please don’t drink and drive), Implied violence, Language, Oral (f recieving), Unprotected sex, Corruption kink, Language

ꕥA/N: Reader is a girly-girl bc we need more rep that isn’t hella negative and to actually be portrayed as smart and hardworking for once 😤 You👏can👏be👏both👏 ANyWay—thank you for bearing with me while I wrote this

I ran my hands along the open science textbook laying upon my desk, eyes scanning rapidly over the information. The pages were thin and flimsy, clearly showing the book’s age. If I wasn’t careful, the pages would rip with ease. Not that I had time to actually think about that.

In less than five minutes I, along with the twenty five other poor souls who took this class of their own volition, would be handed our last final for the class. A hundred and ten questions in an hour and thirty minutes.

The class was basically academic suicide and had I been told that, I would have stayed far, far away from the class. But no. No one bothered to run that by me.

A whiff of familiar cologne filled my nose and against my better judgement I looked up to find the class genius, Hongjoong Kim. It was bad enough that he was smart as a whip and never needed to study, but on top of it all he was a dangerous, handsome, irresistible bad boy.

Keep reading

Jongho could break me like an apple and I would tell him Thanxx

I’m so in love with pink haired San bc obviously he’s gorgeous but he also fits in with my aesthetic—

Only You~

ꕥPosted: 3/24/21

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Yeosang

ꕥWord Count: <1k

ꕥWarnings: Consensual somnophilia, Mentions of masturbation(m), Fingering, Language, Hella fluff

ꕥA/N: As I mentioned in a recent post, I’ll be releasing a Seonghwa fluff fic in a few days, so keep an eye out for that and let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

The golden rays peered through the closed window blinds, hitting his eyes. As he blinked off his sleep, he turned to his girlfriend’s sleeping figure, remembering their conversation from the night before.

“I wanna try something new, Yeosang.” She said, closing the book she was reading and setting it on the bedside table, now facing the man laying in the bed beside her.

“What might that be?” He questioned, intrigued by her bold tone.

“Whoever wakes up first,” she started, “gets to wake the other up by pleasing them however they want. If you’re okay with it, of course.”

He raised a brow, surprised.

She usually was more shy when it came to sexual things, although she had been gradually becoming more bold. He was her first for almost everything, so it was only natural that she was shy.

It took her time, but a couple months into the relationship she assured him that she was ready to give her virginity to him. Give, she told him, because she trusted and loved him. She truly believed she wouldn’t be losing anything by sleeping with him. He was apprehensive about it, but as soon as she begged him, her voice whiny and eyes darkened with lust, he was done for. She felt a bit of pain at first, but it soon subsided and a fire burned within her, never before feeling as good as she did in that moment.

Sex quickly after became a regular ocurance, and he was surprised at how often she would pounce on him, shyly begging him to fill her up and please her in whatever way he wanted. Not that he minded at all. He had several sexual partners before, but none like her. She was a whirlwind, bold and daring one moment, then a shy and embarrassed mess with even the slightest innuindo he would whisper in her ear.

She was eager to please him, which he appreciated, but he found himself prioritizing her pleasure over his far more than he ever had with another woman. The way she would arch her back or furrow her eyebrows when they had sex was a heavenly sight to him, and he always wondered what planet he must’ve saved in his past life to be able to have her as his own. Cheesy, yes, but he had to admit it to be true. Her little mewls and breathless moans were likely enough to make him cum from that alone. He wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

“What makes you say that, darling?” He placed an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer and looking into her eyes.

Her face became a slight shade of pink, her bold nature slowly fading as it always did when he pulled her close, “I just think it’d be fun.”

He laughed, “Sure. I’m okay with that.”

He was relatively confident that he would wake up before her, he did most mornings anyways, but she was quick to fall asleep that night. She seemed very determined to wake up first and he started to think that she just might wake up before him. So when he awoke and saw her in such a peaceful, deep sleep he smiled to himself, looking forward to see her reaction to being woken up in such a way.

Her legs were intertwined with his, and carefully he separated them, gently spreading her legs as not to wake her up. He began by rubbing her thighs, the feeling of her soft, warm skin already driving him mad. His hands worked his way up under her loose shirt, finding her exposed breasts and teasing her nipples. Still asleep, she inhaled deeply, already responding to his touch. He felt himself twitch in his boxers, his member becoming hard.

He moved her panties aside, dipping his fingers down to run along her folds. She emitted a choked moan, calling out his name while still in a dream-like state. He felt her becoming wet and he grinned, surprised at how easily she was turned on, even in her sleep.

Yeosang moved closer to her, fingers moving to her clit and rubbing slow circles while whispering into her ear, “You like that? You like me touching your pretty pussy and making a mess out of you?”

She let out a jumble of words close to “please” while unconsciously moving her hands to fist the sheets near her. He slipped a few fingers into her folds, teasing her slightly before pushing his fingers all the way in, scissoring her from time to time.

It had taken a while to find her g-spot when they first started having sex, but he was eventually able to locate it with ease and he had memorized it like the back of his hand, loving the way she would call out to him as he stimulated her.

He curled his fingers to reach her sweet spot, knowing he found it when her eyes opened, loudly moaning as she did so. She turned to him and saw his hand down her panties, the sight making her even hornier, if that was possible for her.

“Good morning, princess.” He spoke in a sing-song voice that she was unable to fully process as he continued to find her g-spot over and over again. She moaned his name, grabbing his face and pulling him down to meet her lips. He felt her hips buck up into his hands and he groaned into the kiss.

“I’ll have to admit, this was a pretty good idea of yours.” Yeosang whispered, “You looked absolutely breathtaking waking up to see me fingering you.”

She moaned again, feeling the coil in her abdomen begin to unravel from the combination of his hands and words. He rode her out through her orgasm, slowing down his motions as to not overstimulate her. Her breathing slowly became less labored and she pressed her lips against his. He leaned back and admired her flushed face and reddened lips, a sense of pride washing over him. He watched as her eyes began to droop.

“Tired, love?”

She stuck out her lip and shook her head, looking so adorable to the man, “Wanna please you, babe.”

He chuckled at her sleepy state and said something he never would have with any other woman, “Why don’t you rest? You can later, okay?”

She nodded, not needing much convincing. Yeosang lifted himself from the bed and walked to their bathroom, grabbing a nearby towel. He ran warm water over it and smiled to himself. Before he met her, he would’ve chased after his pleasure immediately. Now, he had no problem with letting her rest while getting himself off in the bathroom. He really wanted the best for her, in all ways. He loved the woman in the other room with everything in him.

The woman gave a tired smile as he made his way to her, gently moving the warm towel between her legs and cleaning her. He pressed kisses to her thighs, whispering ‘I love you’s’ that she happily returned.

When he was satisfied, he removed the towel and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Placing the towel aside, he ran his hands through her hair, watching her eyes slowly close as she fell asleep once more, nothing but love in his eyes.