#pentagon hui x reader

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Hey, Loser - Lee Hoe Taek/Hui x Reader

Word Count - 2.1k

Genre - Rivals to lovers, Hui being Hui, two musicians that wanna be THE musician idk

Synopsis - In the bustling halls of Cube University, two students stood as stark contrasts to one another, destined to be forever entangled in a web of fierce competition and heated rivalry. As the charming overachiever, Lee Hoe Taek clashed with the quiet classmate who always matched his grades, Y/N, their paths continually intersected in a clash of creativity, spirit, and conflicting emotions. Yet, beneath the surface of their animosity, an electric current of undeniable attraction pulsed, threatening to unravel the walls they had built around their hearts. Amidst the chaos of their shared ambition, these college rivals would soon discover that the thin line dividing love and hate had never been more tantalizingly blurred.

Your eyes can't break away from the email you received from your professor. He had sent out the pairings for the full-year assignment for your music production course, worth 40% of your final grade, and your partner was the one person in class you hate the most.

Lee Hoe Taek.

You frantically type back a response, asking to have a different partner, making up a million excuses as to why you need to have anyone else other than him. You begin reading through the assignment, trying not to smash your head on your keyboard.

'Produce a 12 song album with songs of varying styles. No outside sources (vocals, live instruments, samples). One song to be finished at the end of each month, submitted to me to use as a progress tracker.'

For. Fucks. Sake.

As your teacher responds saying theres no way to switch, you bury your head in your hands, greiving for all the time youre going to have to spend with HIM.

Hoe Taek has been a thorn in your side since you started at this University. He was always one step ahead of you in class, even last year when he got a band from his old high school to perform his song live at their years prom, record it, and submit it for an assignment based around audience reaction. Whereas you just had a recording of your group of friends reacting to your song sat around your computer.

But while he could show off in popularity, your grades always battled intensely. Even when you both got an A, Hoe Taek would always check the exact point total, just to see who 'won', as he claims. You never cared for such pointless competition, but the way he acted to smug with you just burned a fire within you.

You snap out of your rage-filled trance to a knock on your dorm room door. As you pull it open, you're greeted with your dorm-neighbour and best friend, Yuto Adachi. You smile at him weakly.

"Hey," you mumble, leaning your head against the door and looking down with a sigh.

"Hey, woah.. you okay?" He responds, immediately worried by your demeanour. He bends down to meet your eyes jokingly, trying to gauge your mood.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. What's up?" You force a smile again, not wanting him to be concerned.

"Me and a couple others are going for a grocery run, do you want to come? Or do you want me to pick you up anything?" You look around your room for your phone.

"Uh, yeah, I'll send you twenty bucks, I need more pasta, and um... shit what do I need..." you trail off, trying to visualise your shelf in the fridge.

"Hey, it's okay, I'll have a look before we go, I'll text you, okay?" He says with a huffed laugh, still showing worry about what has you so frazzled. Nevertheless, he leaves you to your own devices.

~~~

The next day, before your first class of the year, you arrived early, beginning to plan for your year long project, by yourself. As you're typing away, your headphones suddenly get pulled off your head, falling to rest around your neck. You huff, knowing what's about to happen.

"Hey, loser," Hoe Taek greets, planting himself in the seat next to you. You groan and put your headphones back on your ears.

"Leave me alone, asshole," you say, going back to typing. This time he just moves one of your headphone cuffs off, placing it behind your ear.

"Don't be like that~ it'll be a long year if this is how we're going to be~" he coos, getting his own stuff out of his bag.

"Oh, don't you worry, I'm planning on killing myself very soon so you can stay away from me," you say with an innocent smile. He rolls his eyes, as he begins typing on his own laptop.

"Don't talk like that, Y/N," he says seriously, "you'd miss me far too much, hm?" He diverts back into his teasing. You hold back a laugh.

"You wish, dumbass."

~~~

Hoe Taek, or Hui, as he asked you to call him while you were working together, was setting himself up in the recording booth. You had both finished composing the music for your first song, and writing the lyrics, so all that was left was to record.

"I'll start now, okayyy?~" He calls out on the mic, you respond with a quick "yes", and begin recording, starting the backing track.

As much as he annoys you, bothers you, embarrasses you, and makes you feel like shit, his voice is beautiful. You end up staring at him through the recording room camera as he sings, resting your head on your hand.

"Yo, Y/N!" you hear from behind you, snapping you out of your trance, you spin around in your chair to see Yuto, leaning in the doorway, smirking at you.

"What are you doing~?" he singsongs, looking between you and the camera feed.

"Nothing," you say spinning back around, "I'll play it again, okay?" You say through the mic to Hui, he puts a thumbs up to the camera and you set him off again. Yuto walks over to you on the desk, bracing his arms on the back of your chair, leaning over your head.

"So you're doing okay with all this, then? If you're looking at him with such heart eyes." Your eyes go wide, looking up at him from your chair.

"What the fuck do you mean?! EW." Yuto looks down at you, eyebrow raised.

"Oh, yeah? So you're saying you hate that man singing that love song right now?" He gestures to the camera feed, and you glance over to see Hui smiling genuinely as his voice fills your ears.

Yuto moves and sits on your desk, hands resting next to his thighs.

“No, look, telling myself that I hate him is the only way I can ground myself, because I know if I admit I’ve fallen for them, then I will only hurt myself. I know he would never like me like that, he's hated me since the day we both started here.” You didn't want to admit that, since you've felt some form of attraction to Hui ever since you met, but you're convinced he only sees you as an obstacle, so you've pushed your feelings far enough down that he could never tell.

“So, you’re going to continue to pretend to hate him, even though, deep down, you know that’s the opposite of what you really feel?” Yuto questions, not moving from his spot on your desk. You simply nod.

"And then you'll come back to the dorms every day and ramble on about him for ages?" he continues, as if he's trying to egg you on.

"I do not!"

"Do so."

“He's the biggest fucking asshole known to mankind, so why the hell would I ever let his stupid face and stupid smile and stupid laugh and stupid everything consume my brain on a daily basis?” You spit, then go wide eyed, realising what you said. You cover your mouth, not expecting your feelings to re-emerge like that. Yuto simply smiles and hops down from your desk, kissing the crown of your head before leaving, calling out that he's ordering pizza to your dorms tonight. Shaking your head to return focus, you begin editing Hui's recording.

"I'll play it back for you, okay?" You say, your voice ever so slightly softer than before. Hui smiles and nods, listening intently to his own voice. He nods along with the beat, as do you.

As the incomplete song wraps up, Hui claps a couple times before taking off the headphones. "Your turn, loser." He says through the mic, heading out of the booth.

~~~

You're hanging out at the campus baseball field, working on your assignment while Yuto's practising with his team. You and Hui had finished 4 songs already, one month ahead of your professors guide. You were beginning to compose your fifth, looking through the concept notes you had both talked about. You hear a cheer come from the field and look down to see one of Yuto's team mates running after the baseball, looking at the base plate to see Yuto holding a bat. You smile to yourself, proud of your best friend. Looking back down to your laptop, you listen through what you have so far. Your eyebrows furrow, and you can't tell if you like it or not. You end up texting Hui the file -

"Hey, I can't tell if I like this, what do u think"

"where are u? I'll come work on it w u"

"bball field"

"coming loser xo"

You feel your heart flutter, and lightly slap your cheeks, as if you were telling yourself off. You clear your throat as you continue trying to work on the song.

After about 15 minutes, while you were engrossed in working, your headphones get pushed off your head once again, telling you Hui was here.

"Hey, loser." You both say in unison, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Aww, do I say that too much?" He teases, sitting down next to you. You unplug you headphones, shoving them in your bag.

"Yes. Yes, you fucking do." You sigh out, shoving your laptop onto his thighs. You rest your head on your hand and watch the baseball practise as Hui listens to what you've worked on.

"Can I change some stuff?" He asks, and you just wave him off with a "yeah, whatever". You see him looking at you from the corner of your eye, as he pushes your laptop screen down a bit.

"Y/N, what's going on?" you look over at him, and he genuinely looks upset.

"Hm? Nothing, just frustrated, with the song." You mumble, looking back towards your friend on the field. Hui looks down at your laptop, then back at you.

"You really hate doing this with me, don't you.." He almost whispers, and you can't tell if he was actually asking you, so you don't answer. He stays quiet, working on your laptop while you watch Yuto.

"How's your high school band friends?" You ask, growing more uncomfortable in the silence.

"Oh? They're good, you remember them?" He asks, surprised.

"How could I forget the video that showed me up for that assignment last year?" You laugh half-heartedly, twiddling your thumbs. The typing stops.

"Hey~ I didn't do that.." He whines, looking at you again. You face him too.

"Course you did, you have done for every assignment, because for some reason you despise me being just as good at this course as you." You say bluntly. His lips ever so faintly curl into a smile.

"Did my stupid face and stupid smile and stupid laugh and stupid everything make you think I hate you?" He smirks, looking back down at the laptop to avoid your eyes. Your eyebrows furrow, not clocking on to what he meant.

Until you remember.

"How, how did you?"

"I heard it all on the microphone feed that day we were recording the first song."

"But I wasn't pressing... the button..." your eyes drift down to the field.

You motherfucker, Yuto.

Hui gives you your laptop back, pressing play for you to listen through what he had changed.

As the song finishes playing, Hui tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. Your cheeks flush red straight away. You glance over to him and he's looking out at the field.

"Just because we're rivals, Y/N, doesn't mean I don't like you. You challenge me the way no one else can. I actually, really do like you," he rubs the back of his neck, "hearing you tell Yuto about your feelings made me realise I have been harsher on you than I meant." He admits, leaning back on the stalls.

You're frozen, stunned. Did he? Just confess to you? No, no surely not. No way.

You feel a hand hold your chin, and turn you to face him. Your faces are inches apart.

"Stop overthinking, Y/N. I like you, okay?" He smiles, looking down at your lips. You're breathing shakily, and you nod ever so slightly. He sighs in relief and places his lips on yours. His hands hold your cheeks gently, as if he's worried anything could hurt you. It's short, it's sweet. He pulls away, pushing another strand of hair out of your face.

"Hey, here's an idea. When we graduate, lets produce songs together, for real." He suggests, smiling brightly. You return said smile.

"I'd like that. Let's finish this very important assignment before we go planning stuff like that, huh?"

"Whatever, loser." He teases, pushing your shoulder gently. You laugh softly.

After a year of working hard, you both get given an A+ for your album you both decided to title "Losers", a special set at your university's showcase,

and a beautiful, loving relationship.

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i know a lot of people don’t ask for him but i really want to see something for hui. i know everybody says he’s “old” and stuff but he’s just soo fine. I’m requesting a long spicy and suggestive one shot of him with fem!reader. I’m fine with smut aswell. You don’t have to do it if you aren’t comfortable. thank you for your time!

Me and you under

pairing: hui x reader

pronouns: none used but reader is slightly fem-coded (calling hui oppa)

genre: heavily suggestive/smut, fluff sprinklings

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE!!!

tw/tags: teasing, light d/s dynamics, oppa kink, kisses, making out, oral (reader receiving), fingering, non-explicit description of sex, lots of noises

wc: 1383

summary: everyone knows hoetaek is sweet on you but only you know how sweet he can be when the doors are closed.

a/n this took a little longer to write than expected because my condition hasn't been good but tysm anon for requesting! As a casual fan of pentagon, I can definitely agree that hui is a fine, fine man. Happy reading!

To most people, Hoetaek was a perfect sweetheart. 

Your doting boyfriend sported pea coats that always almost ended up draped over your shoulders with coos of “Aish, my jagi needs to bring a warmer jacket next time.” (Spoiler: you never do). And his wire-rimmed glasses that would constantly slip off his nose, leaving you to fuss and push them back up for him. 

He didn’t even need to be prompted to do aegyo to cheer you up or get you to smile. Seriously, this grown man. But you loved him for it. You couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. 

Because Hoetaek was the perfect sweetheart and completely soft for you but in the privacy of your bedroom, in moments when he felt a little restless, when you got a little needy, he became someone else entirely.

“Ah, ah, ah don’t be shy with me now.” He murmured.

His voice, which you absolutely adored, would drop just a little lower and take on a sing-songy quality that had you hooked on every word.

The first few buttons of his shirt have come loose, courtesy of yours truly, and you’re treated to the way the veins on his neck become prominent, how his adam’s apple bobs, his collarbones sharp and chest heaving slightly. You feel a little crazy, wanting to reach up and touch. But you can’t.

“You’ll behave for me right?” His breath ghosts against your ear, dragging his lips against these sensitive shell ever so lightly.

You inhale sharply and nod. He chuckles, keeping you pinned against the mattress. Hoetaek wasn’t particularly physically imposing but there was a certain glint in his eyes that made you feel small in all the right ways. 

“Words, jagi.” You both know he isn’t asking. It’s a demand, quiet and firm and boiling hot in your stomach.

Hoetaek can play the game for hours. And it doesn’t help at all that the way he looks at you leaves you breathless, words almost like air when you manage to produce some.

“Yes,” you exhale shakily as the look in his eyes grows darker. 

Then he smiles, not the cotton-candy sweet kind that you get from him on a regular day, no. It’s almost too sweet, saccharine and sharp around the edges. 

He leans forward, soft and deadly like a viper about to strike and coos condescendingly.

“Let’s try that again, shall we jagi? Will. You. Behave. For. Me?”

Each word he drags out, voice hitting you like a mallet wrapped in plush cloth, tender and dull but impactful. You can’t control how your breath hitches.

“Yes, yes.” Every limb goes pliant as he looms over you.

Hoetaek firmly grasps your chin so that you’re forced to look at his face as he presses further.

“Yes, what jagi?”

He watches as you weigh it out in your mind, letting the game drag out longer and giving into him. Well, he’s feeling a little impatient today.

Without warning, he drags a knee up, stopping short between the apex of your thighs. You get a little frantic but don’t buck down to meet it. Good. He’s not really in the mood to punish you today.

Rather he continues to hold your chin, letting his thumb drag over your lips.

“Say it,” he says almost like he’s taunting you. “You’re not getting anything till you say it. Address me properly, jagi.”

You look at him through your eyelashes, eyes just a little wet as you let your lips form the words.

“Yes oppa”

Hoetaek brings his knee all the way up, relishing in the way you gasp as he grinds it in. His hand abandons your chin to bury fingers into your hair while the other grips at your side, stroking teasingly over your hip bone. 

“That’s right, jagi. Very good.”

He presses his body closer and you can feel him, hot and heavy and firm against you. His lips latch onto your neck, tongue trailing heat up and down your skin. You whimper.

You feel him smile against your skin. Kisses are pressed against spots that have you shivering. Hands encircle your wrists and press them firmly to the sheets. Finally, he claims your lips, your mind going completely blank. He tastes like a sweet addiction, melting into your bones and pulling them apart.

When he pulls away, you can’t help but whine, his eyes dance playfully but the glint remains. You know what you need to do.

“Oppa please.”

He soothes your pleas with soft lips, the corners quirking upwards as he pulls his knee away and you whine again. Hands squeeze your wrists once more as if warning them to stay in place before they move downwards to spread your thighs.

Your clothes fall to the floor, leaving you bare save for one of his oversized sweaters. He presses a kiss on your hip before mouth going lower and lower until his breath is warm against the place where you want his mouth the most, quiet, needy noises escaping you.

He can’t help but run a few fingers between your thighs. You’re wet and messy and wanting for him. A few strokes has you keening, trying your best not to jerk forward. You can only watch as he pops those fingers into his mouth, staring at you hungrily as he hums around them.

You can only spread your legs further as if to entice him to take his fill. He doesn’t react, warm, wet fingers coming to tease where you’re most sensitive. 

“Now tell oppa where you want him, hmm?”

He stifles a laugh when you look at him incredulously before your cheeks tint even more and you quietly say it.

“Hmmm, I didn’t quite hear that, jagi.”

You say it again, louder and just a little more frantic in your desperation.

“Want oppa’s mouth on my…”

That’ll have to do for now, Hoetaek decides, unable to summon enough patience to wait for you to ask for it exactly how he wants it. You’re too tempting, all pliant and nearly bare beneath him.

The strangled sound you make still manages to echo through the whole room as he puts his mouth on you.

His tongue is criminal, lapping over places that blur your vision and leaving you wanting more. Your hips can’t stay still anymore, twitching nearly uncontrollably in a valiant effort to not suffocate him. Sometimes he stills, just humming and sending vibrations up your spine that drive you mad. His fingers sink into you, one, two, three, your eyes wet with tears as ecstasy begins to take hold.

Before you know it, you’re hovering in a haze of pleasure, creeping your way towards sweet, sweet release. The sounds that he rips out of you grow frantic, nearly begging. He knows your body well, much to your satisfaction and despair. There are some days where Hoetaek nearly tortures you, bringing you to the tipping point and drawing you back before you can fall over. 

Luckily today is not one of those days. He finishes you off and you yell, his mouth flooded by your sweetness, smearing it over his lips and chin as he works you through. Your legs are shaky with exertion but you still call out for him to take his own pleasure.

Hoetaek won’t lie and say that he didn’t tremble a little as he sinks into you, watching in awe as you throw your head back and call out for him. He’s the desperate one now, torn between dragging it out while you’re sensitive or chasing his end after having his pants grow tortuously tight while he pleasured you. The latter prevails after you look at him with wet eyes, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him into you. 

His own groans are almost musical, pitch rising as he spills himself. Hoetaek is always so gentle with you in the aftermath. Hands guiding you into the shower to rinse off, a soft towel to wipe you clean.

Moments like this are your favourite, resting your head against his chest as he hums something softly while carding fingers through your hair. Skin against skin, you’ve never felt closer. Before you know it, you’re drifting off, his voice a soft echo at the back of your mind, letting you know how much he loves you.

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Lover Boy

Summary: The two times you kissed Hui before you knew who he was, and the few that followed.

Oneshot

Word Count: 4,782

Fluff, Non-idol au, College au, Strangers to Lovers, & Older Brother’s Best Friend au

TW: Drinking, Food Mentions

Hoetaek (Hui) X Reader 

[Features! “Hui’s Younger Brother! Joo” Otherwise known as: (Y/n)’s best friend and roommate]

[A/n: In reality, Hui is the younger brother, and I don’t actually know Hui’s brother’s name. And yes, his name is Joo because the first Lee I thought of was Jooheon. Not based on Jooheon at all though. Inspired by: ‘Whui Is Me’ Concept #3 & #4 was originally inspired by Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen, but nothing came about from it.]

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The first time you laid eyes on him, you were at a disco-themed club. He had a silver suit on and a large collared shirt. His strawberry-cream hair stood out to you in the midst of the crowd. You couldn’t see anyone else as he glided around the LED squares. He caught you staring and winked. And for the first time in a long time, you were flabbergasted.

Maybe it was the amount of liquid confidence you drank. But you danced up to him and asked if he'd like to dance with you. He smiled, and soon you were in each other’s arms and spinning around to the songs together. It took another song before you asked if you could kiss him, and he nodded. When you pulled away, you both were blushing red, but he initiated the second kiss as you two slowly rocked back and forth. 

When the night ended, and you parted ways, you realized you never caught his name, too caught up in the feeling of having his lips on yours. You sighed as you got into bed, and your roommate, who was still up, asked, “So, how was the disco?” You shook your head, “It was magical. Yet, I never learned his name.” He laughs, “Damn, you should have.” He looks at the time, “Shit, how long did you make out with him?” You look at the time and see it’s three in the morning, “I thought you were going to be home at one!” You laugh, “Did you base your sleep schedule on when I returned?” He huffs, “Yes, usually you have two drinks and come home.” You shake your head, “Yeah, but that was before I saw him.” He sighs, “Did you at least get his number?” You pout, “No.” He shakes his head at you, “And you say I’m hopeless.” You sigh, “You have me there.” 

You throw yourself onto your bed, and he follows suit, throwing himself on his own,  “Did you end up going on a date today?” He nods, “Yeah, it was successful.” You pout, “Fucker.” He laughs, “But I didn’t make any bases.” You do a little fist bump in the air, “I win!” He rolls his eyes, “At least I know her name.” You shrug, get under the covers, and go, “Whatever, good night, Joo.” “Good night, (Y/n).” 

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The second time you met him, you still didn’t know he was your best friend’s older brother. You watch as his band performs at your college’s packed bar. His strawberry-cream hair still drawing you to him. But hearing his singing voice and watching as his fingers glide across the fretboard of his guitar had you enraptured. You just had to know more.

When his band leaves the stage, you return to drinking and conversing with the people around you. You're asking for a second drink. When someone asks sweetly, “Is this seat taken?” You turn your head to see him again and shake your head no, and he sits beside you. You still can't believe he came up to you, but come up with, “I didn’t know you could sing?” He grins, “It’s my major!” You laugh, and he finally tells you his name, “I forgot to introduce myself the last time we were with each other, but I’m Hoetaek, but almost everyone calls me Hui.” You grin and introduce yourself, and he says, “That’s a beautiful name.” You blush and thank him. 

You talked more than you had kissed, but you still couldn’t get enough of him. He left you starstruck. You wanted to know everything and more about him, like what his favorite songs were and his favorite kind of weather. You went back home, and your best friend was already fast asleep, having learned his lesson from last time. His name should have rang a bell, but you still couldn’t place where you’d heard his name before as you fell asleep.

You didn’t register it until you were brushing your teeth in the morning. You gasped as you brushed your teeth, “Hoetaek?” You rushed to your roommate’s photo frames, toothbrush still in your mouth. And there they stood at the beach together. Your best friend was disgruntled in the photo while Hui was smiling wildly. You clutch your shirt, not believing the coincidence. You drag your feet back and finish brushing your teeth. “No fucking way.” You had always heard about his older brother, the absolute dork, and here you were, making out with the said dork. For a dork, he certainly knew how to kiss. You went to class and shook off the thought. He probably didn’t even know you were best friends with his little brother. Just like how you didn’t realize he was your best friend's older brother. 

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The next time you saw him, you were sitting with Joo on a blanket, studying on the campus grounds, when he came up. “Hey, did you get mom’s text?” Joo blinked at him before quickly grabbing his phone and looking, “Oh, she wants us this home this weekend?” He nods, “Yeah.” Joo asks, “Are you going to go?” Hui shrugs, “I have band practice.” You tune them out, fantasizing about what it would be like to kiss him again. You shook your head at those thoughts because he's supposed to be Joo's dorky older brother. But you couldn't help it. 

Joo interrupts your thoughts, “Oh, (Y/n).” You look at him, and he says, “I never introduced you to Hoetaek. Hui this (Y/n), and (Y/n), this is Hui.” His cheeks were red as he smiled at you and shook your hand, “It’s nice to meet you again.” You blushed as you shook his, “Yeah. I didn’t realize you were Joo’s older brother.” He laughs, “I didn’t realize you were his best friend.” Joo goes, “Ahem,” and you both immediately detach. Joo crosses his arms, “How do you two know each other?” You scramble to find an answer, and Hui says, “We met at the disco club two weeks ago.” Joo nods, “You could have told me you two knew each other.” You shake your head, “We didn’t realize who the other was.” He nods, and Hui gets up from the blanket, “I have to walk to class now, but I’ll pick you up on Friday night.” Joo nods, and when he is far enough away. Joo goes, “Tell me everything.” 

You blushed, “I um, I didn’t realize he was your dorky older brother. Firstly, he was an amazing dancer. And I… may have ended up exchanging a few kisses with him.” He groans, “Ew… He was the whole reason your night was magical?” You nod, and he squints, “Nothing further?” You shake your head, “Unless you consider that we met at his gig a week ago, too…” His jaw drops, “Holy fuck. You two left out a major detail…” You blush and hide your head in your hands, “I know.” He shakes his head, “I’ve always thought of you as my sibling, but you didn’t have to make it official.” You whine, “I know.” And he goes, “Again, you know he’s not cool unless he's in his element.” You pull your hands away, “You’ve said that, but I’ve met him in his element, and god he’s…” He deadpans, “I do not need to know.” You smirk and tease, “Are you sure? I thought you loved hearing the details?” He rolls his eyes, “Yes, I’m sure. I do not need to know whether or not he’s a good kisser.” You smirk, “He is.” He sighs, shaking his head, “Anyways… Do you like him?” You look down at your hands, “I think so.” He smiles, “Well, when are you gonna make a move?” You blush, “Joo...” And he goes, “Well, now that I have the opportunity for you to become my sibling officially. I want this process to speed up a little faster.” You roll your eyes and go back to studying. 

As you’re finishing your homework, you hear Joo say, “Hey, Mom!” You hear her sweet voice over the phone, “Oh, honey, I was wondering when you would get my text!” You look at him to see the smirk gracing his lips, “I was wondering, (Y/n) has nowhere to go this weekend… Can they come too?” You glare at him. And you hear her go, “Oh, of course, we love having (Y/n) over!” He tells her sweetly, “Thanks, mom!” And she asks, “Anything else, honey?” “No, we'll see you this weekend. Love you.” “Love you more!” When he hangs up, “You little-!” You tackle him immediately, and he cackles as you tickle him, “You brat!” He laughs even harder, “You’ll thank me later.” You roll off of him and finish your homework, refusing to talk to him. “I thought you loved my parents?” He asks with a pout, “I love them. You, however? Not so much.” He shakes his head, “If you say so.” You sigh, and you both walk back to your dorm room together. 

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You don’t see him again until Joo opens the door and lets you in behind him. You kick off your shoes and turn to look towards the living room to see him sitting there playing guitar. If you didn't have no way back to the college, you would have taken your belongings and ran for the hills. Why is he already here? You thought you'd at least have an hour before you had to face the music. Your brain is unraveling fast, and you do everything to lie low. 

But with Joo talking to you in the hall, it was enough to be spotted by him. You gulp as he stops strumming and waves to you, and you wave back. Joo turns at that, and he smiles, “Hui! You’re home!” He grins at his brother as he gets up and hugs him. Joo whines about his hug but accepts it anyway, “I thought you were going to be late because of your band practice?” Hui shakes his head, “No, I told them I was heading home for the weekend.” Joo hums and tries to wiggle out of the hug, and Hui whines, “I thought you were happy to see me!” And Joo goes, “I was!” And he mutters, “Until you kept hugging me.” Hui laughs before he lets him go, and you both awkwardly smile at each other before he goes back to his guitar. 

You both give a quick hello to his parents before dragging your bags up the stairs to Joo’s room. As you walk to his door, you can’t get the sight of Hui out of your head. The memories of kissing him play in the back of your mind, ruining your resolve of a peaceful weekend. Joo and you take time to set up your air mattress, and he giggles, “You sure you want to sleep in my room?” You gasp, “It is my best friend privilege!” He smirks, “Yeah, but don’t you wish to sleep next to your crush?” You squint, “Oh, so that's how it is.” He smirks, “I’m teasing you forever for falling for my brother.” You groan, “I should have never told you!” He smirks, “But you couldn’t keep a secret like that from your best friend and roommate, could you?” You groan again, “I’d try.” He continues smirking, “I’d find out anyway.” You sigh, “I’m starting to see how you’re the little brother.” He pouts, “Hey, that was mean.” You roll your eyes, and with the mattress finally filled, you cap it as he unplugs the blower, and you both head downstairs. 

When you reach the kitchen, their dad looks away from the pot he's stirring, “Oh, (Y/n)! Have you ever met our eldest, Hui?” Hui, who is currently wearing an apron and cracking eggs, causing your heart to burst into a million pieces. You smile, scrubbing the heart-melting moment from your mind, “Yeah, we’ve met.” Hui turns around and smiles at you. His dad grins, “How did you two meet? I know how you met Joo. You both are roommates.” You turn red as his dad flips the vegetables in the pan, and Joo nudges you to say something. And you go, “We met at a disco night.” His dad gasps, “You know disco?” You laugh as you nod, “Yeah, I love it.” He sighs in relief, “Ahh good, you can move in forever if you’d like.” You cackle, and Joo goes, “Where’s Ma?” And Hui says, “Back in the garden.” Joo grins, “Okay, later!” 

He exits the kitchen, and you’re still standing in front of the island. Hui asks, “You’re not joining him?” You shake your head, “I know better than to leave when food is about to be served.” Hui laughs, and his dad asks, “Can you get the plates out?” You nod, walk around the island, open the first cabinet, and pull out five plates. You set them out, head to the silverware drawer, and grab utensils for everyone. They finish what they’re making as you get a seat for yourself as you do. Their dad comes over, “I’m sorry I would have gotten that out sooner! I forgot you were coming.” You shrug, “It’s okay, Mr. Lee. It’s just a chair.” He pouts, “But you’re our guest.” You shake your head, “It’s okay.” And he sighs, “Okay.” 

Hui comes over, and you ask, “When did you get here?” He looks at the clock, “About an hour and a half before you two.” You nod, and he places his dish in the middle while his dad calls for the other two to come in for dinner. Your heart is hammering out of your chest, but you try to be cool about it. He opens his mouth to say something. And before he can get a syllable out, the rest of his family returns. Joo sits beside you, and Hui sits across from both of you. You speak minimally throughout the dinner, just focused on eating and trying not to think about the man across from you. 

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While Joo snores peacefully on his bed, all cuddled up, you can’t help but roll to your side again. Even after begging to whatever’s up there, you’ll fall asleep. You can’t. You sigh as you get up, deciding to get a glass of water. You fill up your glass, drink a few sips, and head back towards Joo’s room. You hear music coming from the basement with nothing better to do. You decide to investigate. You shut the door behind you and start walking down the steps. 

And that’s where you see him again. He’s playing guitar along to the radio and humming the tune. He hears your footsteps as you come down the creaky old wood and looks back at you, and you ask, “Do you mind if I join you?” He shakes his head no, and you come in further, and he goes, “I come down here when everyone’s sleeping, so I don’t wake them up.” You nod, and he gestures for you to sit beside him, “Can’t sleep?” You softly tell him no as you sit down next to him. It felt awkward to be alone with him again. Because the last time you were perfect strangers making out in a bar. And now you were in an odd dynamic of him being the older brother to your best friend. Not knowing what to say, you sit there and listen to him play along to the radio.

As the next song starts, he grins, “I haven’t heard this since I was in high school.” He starts playing along effortlessly, and you smile, “It’s Led Zeppelin.” He smiles, “Dazed and Confused.” As the song nears its end, he asks, “Did Joo invite you?” You scrunch your nose, “No, rather, he asked his mom to let me come over in front of me.” He hums, “He’s always been an odd one.” You laugh, “What about you? You never skip band practice.” He smiles, “I finally had a reason too.” You blink at him, and he says, “I heard you were staying here.” You blush, and he asks, “Do you always stay here on breaks?” You nod, “Yeah, ever since I’ve become best friends with Joo.” He nods, “Interesting.” After a moment, you ask, “Do you remember the first time we met?” He smiles, “I couldn’t forget it.” You blush, “Me neither.” He asks softly, “Is that why you can’t sleep?” You hum, “Something along those lines.” 

He stops playing and puts his guitar on its stand. He turns towards you, “Is it because my brother is your best friend?” You tilt your head, “Well, no.” He waits for you to continue, “It’s more so the fact that we’re under the same roof.” He holds his hand out to you, and you carefully take it in yours, and you ask, “Is it weird because I’m your little brother’s best friend?” He shakes his head, “No. But maybe it's a little awkward that we’re in my parent's house, though.” You laugh, “Yeah.” He smiles and squeezes your hand, “It kinda reminds me of being a teenager again.” And the two of you laugh. 

The radio starts playing a slow song by Smokey Robison, “Would you like to dance with me?” You smile, “I’d love to.” He pulls you up, and you both sway to the music, but instead of kissing, you talk. You ask, “Is it true that you’re out of your element outside of music?” He blushes, “Yeah. If you met me in the florist shop I work at, I would have shriveled up and asked Hyunggu to run the cash register.” You laugh as you softly tell him, “I would have still found you dreamy.” His cheeks are red as he asks, “Really?” You smile, “Yeah.” 

He twists you under the recessed lightning, and you two giggle as you spin around. You can’t help but get lost in his eyes and wonder what it would be like to kiss him again. You ask softly, “Would it be bad to say I really want to kiss you right now?” He giggles as he says, “No, I want to kiss you too.” You tangle your fingers in his hair as you place your lips on his, and he reciprocates. You both slowly sway to the song as you kiss. When you both pull away, he leans his forehead on yours, and you play with his pink locks. He looks into your eyes and asks, “Would you want to get breakfast with me tomorrow? Like as a date?” You can’t help but grin as you tell him, “Yes.” He kisses you again, and you both giggle into it. 

When the song ends, you sit back on the couch closer than before. You both stay up the whole night talking. As the clock reaches five in the morning, you yawn. And he smiles, “You should probably head upstairs to bed.” You yawn again and agree, “Yeah.” You get up off the couch before looking at him again, “I can’t wait for our date.” He smiles, “I can’t wait either.” You hear him yawn as you round the couch to the stairs, “Good night, Hui.” He smiles, “Good night, (Y/n).” You head upstairs, open the door, walk to the kitchen, clean your empty glass, and head to bed. When you finally rest your head on your pillow, you fall asleep. 

You wake up to Joo loudly stretching, “Dude. You’re so loud.” He rolls his eyes before he stares at you, “You weren’t here when I rolled over at one in the morning.” You look at everything but him, “I got a glass of water.” He hums, “Is that why you weren’t back until 5 am?” You sigh, “Nothing can get past you, can it?” He laughs before he asks, “So?” You sigh, “I just wanted to investigate where the music was coming from.” He leans his chin on his hand, “Yeah?” You blush, “And then we danced and talked until then.” He tilts his head, “Did you not confess?” You smile as you move the blanket away, “Something better.” 

He gasps in horror, “Not underneath my roof!!” You shake your head, “No! That’s not what I meant! And this is your parent’s roof!” He cackles, “So, what is it?” You smile, “We kissed a few times throughout the night, and he asked me to go to breakfast with him.” He gasps, “Omg?! We have to get you dressed nicely!” He pulls you up fast, and you both dig through your travel bag and find something nice to wear. “Okay, go to the bathroom! If he comes up before you’re ready. I’ll distract him.” You laugh and high-five him, “Thanks, Joo!” You rush into the bathroom and freshen up, and you hear outside Hui coming up the stairs. 

Joo asks, “So, was it you or (Y/n) that asked first?” Hui blushes as he rubs the back of his neck, “Well, we were dancing in my room, and they asked if it was bad if they wanted to kiss me. And I told them ‘No,’ that I wanted to kiss them too.” And Joo goes, “And?” Hui turns bright red as he says, “They kissed me first.” Joo smirks, “That’s my best friend!” Hui laughs, “Then I asked them to go to breakfast with me.” Joo claps his hand on his shoulder, “You know, for being a musical nerd, I didn’t know you had it in you. But man, I can’t be prouder.” Hui wrinkles his nose, “Ouch. But thanks. So, how did your date last week go?” Joo nods before telling him. 

The two talk for a few more minutes before you return from the bathroom. Joo leaves you two to head downstairs to the kitchen and sits at the table as his parents make coffee. His mom asks, “Are (Y/n) and Hui joining us?” He shakes his head no, “You’ll see.” They both draw their attention to the stairs, waiting for the two of you to appear. 

In the quiet hallway, you tell him softly, “I like your black and white striped sweater.” He grins as he tells you that he likes your outfit. After another beat of silence, Hui asks if you’d like to hold hands on the way cause the diner is just a block away, and you smile as you agree. You walk down the stairs hand in hand, and his parents gasp as Joo grins. They whisper and ask him, “Oh, they’re going on a date?” He nods, “Yeah!” You walk over, and both bid them goodbye, and Hui tells them where you’re going before leaving. 

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His dad smiles, “So, do you have all the details?” And Joo grins as if shining an apple on his shirt. He blows his hand and wipes it on his shirt, “Of course I do. They’re my brother and best friend couple.” He tells them how you two met at his gig, and his dad says, “We knew that, though.” He smirks, “Did you know the two kissed?” His parents gasped, “No, did they know each other then?” He shakes his head, “They didn’t know until after they met at his gig.” He shares a few more details before his mom asks, “How did they end up going on a date then if neither of them confessed to their feelings?” He smirks as he gets to rat them out, “They were in his room last night, and they danced to classic rock songs. And Hui finally confessed.” His mom grins, “Oh, that’s so sweet.” 

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You walk hand in hand down the block, swinging your arms, talking about various things. You open the door for you two, and you both walk in and sit down across from each other at a table for two behind the interior wall. You look at Hui, admiring him as you wait for your waiter, his black beret making him look even cuter than before. You smirk, “Loverboy? Is that true?” He blushes as he remembers the branding on his hat, “For you, yeah.” You blush and look down, “Hui…” He grins, his cheeks red as he lifts your chin and winks, “You’re cute when you’re blushing.” You shake your head, “You’re cuter.” He pulls his finger away as the waiter comes over, hands you each a menu, and asks what you'd like to drink. You tell him, and he comes back shortly with the drinks and gives you time to figure out what you want for breakfast. 

He returns and gets your orders before putting them in the kitchen. Hui puts his left hand up on the table, and you smile as you catch onto what he means and place your left hand against his before interlocking your fingers. He grins and moves your hands back and forth happily, and you can’t help but grin and squeeze his hand in yours. He asks you questions about yourself, and you ask them back after answering. You smile as you realize you’re learning more about Hoetaek, the kind and silly, than Hui, the older musical nerd in the family. And you can’t help but feel endeared. 

The waiter brings your food, and your hands part to eat. He makes you laugh as whipped cream coats his lips, and he laughs as you get some on your nose. He licks his lips, and before you wipe the whipped cream from your nose, he grabs his napkin and swipes his napkin over your nose. “All better.” You shake your head and smile, and he’s grinning right back. 

You finish up your breakfast, and before he has a chance to pay, you do. And he pouts, “But I asked you out on this date. I should have paid.” You wink, “There’s always next time.” He gasps before he grins, “You’re right.” He wraps his arm around your waist, and you smile as you do the same, wrapping your arm around his. You grin, and as you walk through town, he softly hums along to the songs playing, and you can’t help but smile and do the same. You both walk-in time at each other’s pace, strolling around before heading back to his house.

When you reach the front door, he asks, “So, when we head back tomorrow. Will you attend my gig as my special guest?” You grin, “I’d love to.” He smiles and kisses your cheek before unlocking the door and letting you in first. Joo sits on the couch, watching TV. He looks at you two, “So how was it?” You blush, “It was nice.” And Hui goes, “I’m glad I got the courage to ask.” Hui asks, “You don’t mind if we’re together for the rest of the day?” Joo shakes his head, “Nah, I hang out with you two too much. I need some alone time, too.” You cackle, “As if you aren't texting people twenty-four-seven in there.” He rolls his eyes, “Yeah, but it’s hard to text people when someone is talking about how handsome my brother is.” You gasp, “Mean!” 

He cackles, “Yeah.” Before he shoos you two away, “Go have fun. You can tell me all about your date later!” You both smile, and he leads you to the basement door, “What do you say to me, you, and my favorite records?” You grin, “Well, considering your taste in music… Hell yeah.” He smiles, and you both walk down the stairs. And you dance and talk until its dinner time. 

“We organized it so it’s more comfortable for us to eat!” His dad says all cheerily, and he has you sit at the end of the table while Hui is on one side and Joo is on the other, and he happily sits across from his wife. You immediately say, “You didn’t have to.” And he shakes his head, “I was going to do this the other day, but I didn’t get time to.” The five of you laugh, and underneath the table, Hui holds your hand, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand, and you can’t help but smile as you eat. 

Joo talks about all the shenanigans he was getting up to in sports and English studies. And the dates he's recently been on, while Hui talks about his music and band. And you tell them about your field of study. Their parents talk about their jobs and their neighbors. You can’t help but feel at home in the Lee’s house with your boyfriend, your best friend, and their parents. And yeah, you did end up thanking Joo for inviting you to his parent's house after finding out you liked Hui.

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[adachicuto]

last date before wedding with ptg

warning(s): food and wine mentions

↳ jinho: helping him with a cover of a song for youtube and it’d be a pretty romantic song maybe ed sheeran thinking out loud or john legend or maybe something else like eyes, nose, lips and you wouldn’t realize that he got you singing. i don't think he'd post it and just want to save it for the two of you to rewatch. it wouldn’t matter to him if you were an amazing singer or not, just being able to share that moment with you would be enough for him. so, it would probably become a tradition where you'd rewatch the cover for every wedding anniversary, and maybe you would cover more songs together each time as a little segment on his youtube channel and the members would text him and tease him about it every time lol

↳ hui: i get the feeling that he would bring you to a really nice yet underrated restaurant where smooth jazz is played and people are allowed to go onstage and perform a song. both of you would have the biggest smiles on your faces because the date would be reminiscent of your first one. you'd end the date off with really good wine and of course, hui would go onstage and sing (he'd claim it as practice for your big day) and would leave the audience stunned by his amazing vocals. on the drive home, his hand would never leave yours and he'd probably fidget with your engagement ring with a huge smile on his face.

↳ hongseok: your "date" would be so sweet and domestic because hongseok just gives me homey vibes. like, you'd both go to the grocery store to get ingredients for dinner and a dessert you both like. idk it would be the cutest thing and then you'd head back home and he'd start cooking while you worked on the dessert and you'd definitely catch him staring at you every few minutes with a goofy smile on his face and he'd wiggle his eyebrows playfully. you'd step away for a second to back-hug him and hongseok would smile to himself before he'd turn around to kiss you and he'd pull away to say something really cheesy but it would still put a smile on your face.

↳ yeo one: i think changgu would plan the cutest little picnic in the park for both of you. he'd pack some of your favorite foods and snacks and would even get you flowers or something. it would be the cutest thing and he'd take a flower and put it behind your ear and you'd do the same to him and then you'd go back and forth about who's the prettiest lol then the two of you would lie down and cloud gaze. idk i can see a really adorable dog running over to the two of you and it would really like changgu and it would be such a cute moment that would lead you to discuss the possibility of adopting a dog after the wedding. once the sun would start to settle below the horizon, you'd head home and would probably spend the rest of the day watching a show or movie.

↳ shinwon: both of you would agree on going to a spa and maybe a little shopping. i could definitely see him goofing around with you while in the sauna by making weird faces and telling you funny stories. then, he'd have you rest your head on his shoulder and he'd smile to himself. then, he'd tell you about how he was so nervous to propose to you. after a few minutes he'd realize that you weren't talking only to find you asleep. so, he'd make sure that you would be comfortable and would relax too. i think he'd love to spoil his s/o so he'd really enjoy going to the spa with you and it'd be a nice break from all of the wedding prep. on the way home, you'd both decide on ordering in bc neither of you would want to cook after being at the spa.

↳ yanan: he'd wake up extra early to get your favorite breakfast foods and coffee. when he'd make it back to your apartment he'd be met with you half asleep on the couch and would quickly put everything down to cuddle with you for a few minutes and then you'd eat breakfast together. afterward, the two of you would get ready to go and yanan wouldn't tell you but it would all make sense later. so, the two of you would go to multiple places throughout the city and you were thankful that they wouldn't be too far and at each stop, you and yanan would talk about what happened at each, like, one place was where he took you for your first date and another would be where you both said you loved each other for the first time. looking back on all of the memories would make both of your hearts feel so full.

↳ yuto: i think you'd go to an aquarium or botanical garden and it would be on a day when it wouldn't be so busy and the two of you could goof around and take funny pictures of each other imitating the animals. throughout the date, you'd both feel like little kids on a field trip again. both of you would stop every few minutes to stare at something you'd find interesting and the look on your faces at that moment would be so adorable and you'd have to capture the moments. after that, you would go get something to eat and then walk back to your apartment. on the walk, you'd both reminisce about how you met, your first date, and how he proposed to you.

↳ kino: i feel like hyunggu would go all out but it would still be a pretty laid-back date idk if that makes sense but he'd sign you up for a couples' dancing class where you'd learn how to tango and it would be so romantic and fun, even if you're not much of a dancer. after that, you'd go back home to shower and then he'd take you out to a really nice restaurant for dinner. the two of you would be so impressed with your meals but the highlight of your would be getting ice cream or your favorite dessert from your favorite place but then on your way back home it'd start raining and you'd have to wait it out inside a nearby cafe with steaming cups of tea. the whole situation would be pretty funny to both of you and it'd make for a nice moment to look back on.

↳ wooseok: being the youngest, i don't think he'd plan everything out and would just go with the flow. so, i think wooseok would also enjoy a night in with you as your date, especially if it would be a rainy day. he'd go and get your favorite snacks and drinks the day before and would surprise you with everything. the two of you would spend the day watching movies, playing video games, and just enjoying the calm before your wedding day. somehow, you'd end up talking about some of your embarrassing moments early on in your relationship and neither of you would be able to stop laughing and maybe you'd each go through your camera roll and it'd be a really cute moment for both of you.

#this was so cute to write 🥺 sorry if some of them are similar. i tried to make them as different as i could but could only do so much when i #have writer’s block #pentagon #pentagon scenarios #pentagon fluff #ptg #ptg fluff #ptg imagines #ptg scenarios #pentagon imagines #hui x reader #jinho x reader #hongseok x reader #shinwon x reader #yeo one x reader #yanan x reader #yuto x reader #kino x reader #wooseok x reader

[minimultiestfandoms]

Pentagon reaction to you asking to tie a bow around it pt.1

requested: no

wanted to start doing fake texts as they are easier to do then writing full fledged fanfics and i’ve been busy with uni and work so please note fake texts are only open for now! i might open small headcanons later on when i get more used to my schedule!

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[itsjustmarwa]

i NEED pentagon blogs. does anyone know some?

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[cyncialwoo]

can you make a reaction of pentagon if they gonna see their ex girlfriend after break up

a/n: Hihi! I know I said two weeks, but I've been balancing school and home life. I'm also re-reading this piece I wrote a while back and brainstorming for new things. Also, I've never written reactions before, so I hope you enjoy it. I'm sorry this is so late.

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Jinho

He would be the type to avoid a meet-up.

It’s not like the relationship ended badly, but it’s for convenience. 

Jinho wouldn’t want to step on your feelings if there were any remaining

Honestly, for him, there was still something left over

He's delusional. Literally gaslighting himself to think he’s avoiding you for your sake.

The meet-up would be accidental like it was meant to happen. 

Jinho honestly hadn’t been out of his apartment in a few weeks. He had been having second thoughts about the entire breakup. Was it the best decision? He wasn’t sure. Although, the food had run out in his house, and takeout was expensive these days. 

He was walking through the isles bored when he saw a familiar figure. He didn’t see your face, but he didn’t have to. Something inside him wanted to approach you, but he didn’t. He couldn’t and he didn’t know why. He would rather die than go up to you. He stood there for minutes wondering whether to move past you or do a 180. 

He ended up just staring at you, taking in this moment of seeing you again. You were looking at some snacks on the shelf when you turned your head and looked over at him. He watched as the smile spread on your face, and how you waved at him. He reciprocated it, all without much thought. The moment flew by too fast for him because, in the next second, you were gone for the next item on your grocery list. 

Hui

Hui would most likely become obsessed with his work

Anything to distract himself 

Maybe he’d blow money for some serotonin

Anything to give him a quick whiff of some happiness 

He’s been writing songs like crazy and they're all sappy breakup songs

He doesn’t like any of them though 

He needs a break and a bad

Hui needed some time out of his studio which was now too stuffy for him. Just a simple walk would do for him. For what he meant for a short walk around the building, he ended up in a park nearby. He sat on a swing slowly rocking back and forth. His eyes were closed taking in the sound around him. It was quiet, barely anyone was around. Still, the sound of the wind and the trees slowly dancing to it making their sound, The casual cars driving by in the background. That was the serenity and peace he had been looking for this whole time. 

When he finally opened his eyes he noticed a familiar figure sitting at a bench. They were eating lunch alone with their head down. He didn’t have to see their face to know who it was. He smiled to himself, maybe this was the motivation and clarity he sought. 

Hongseok

He’d be more of the jealous type. 

He’s most likely the type to stalk a page 

He made a fake account just for you!

okay, maybe that’s not that charming. 

he regrets his decision though

he's sincere about that

Lately, Hongseok had been feeling like you were losing interest in him, or you were getting over this. With all that he still felt for you, he couldn’t let you. He still couldn’t let you go and needed something to drag you in with him. So, he devised a plan. He would “randomly” meet up with you. 

He got used to the schedule that you had, and have, so it wasn’t that hard to find you. He had crossed your path multiple times after the break-up, but neither of you had decided to go and talk to each other. He was too shy, and you wanted to get over him. It was better for you anyway, and sometimes seeing him just hurt.

Not this time when you saw him. You two had managed to get on the same bus. Although, you knew hongseok had a car and could drive. It made you wonder what happened to him after you two separated. You locked eyes with him, and he shared a smile with you. He took that as an invitation to come closer to you on the bus. He made small talk with you for most of the ride. Something about the whole experience felt like deja vu almost as if you had met him again, but in a new life.

Shinwon

He plays it off but he’s most definitely hurting 

He hangs around other people for a distraction 

He is not okay though

When he’s alone or at home he mostly pouts

Dont come about his mood though because he will snap

He also won't leave the house unless he has to

The guys have to make him come out, so they take him to an inside amusement park

They may spoil him a bit too much. 

It seemed like Shinwon was as good as new. He was smiling, laughing, and making his awful jokes. Honestly, Jinho and Hui kind of wished they left him at home. It seemed like this was the perfect thing to bring him back from being a literal human zombie.

They were walking around the theme park when he saw you giggling with your friends. You guys had rented school uniforms on. He was happy that you were happy though. The way you laughed or held your friend's hand. He didn’t notice how long he had been staring. 

He was sent back to reality when Jinho tapped him on the shoulder. “You ready to head out already?” Shinwon looked back at him just nodding. He didn’t know if Jinho knew if he was looking at you or not. Either way, nothing was mentioned on the way home.

Changgu

He lives in a cafe. 

Or he visits it a lot

Either way, he wants to run into you

First, it was the old cafe you two used to visit

Then your favorite cafe

But nothing, he couldn’t

One day he gave up and just started to work part-time at a random cafe

He was working late nights due to his day job. He was enjoying working at a cafe. He loved the smell of coffee beans after all, and wouldn’t complain if he smelled like them all day. One thing was for sure though, he brought a lot of business to the cafe. 

Everyone went to the cafe to see the cute barista. He smiled with all of the new attention, but he wasn’t quite sure if he enjoyed it or not. Some part of him still hoped that one day you would walk into those doors. He convinced himself that all of the girls he turned down were for you. He was staying loyal to you. 

The only problem was that he only worked at the late-night, and it was not the most favorable time for a cup of coffee. 

One night while he was making one of his famous cups of coffee, he heard a familiar laugh. His head shot up, he had to see your face again. Although, he frowned as soon as he spotted you in the crowd. Your arm was locked around another guy’s laughing and leaning into him. 

He frowned and turned over to his coworker, “I'm taking my 15.”

Yanan

The relationship was short

Surely not long enough for deep feelings

That's what he thought before he broke the news to you

But lately, he had been missing you

Denies it and tries to play it slick

I’m thinking this is like a college fling thing

So you guys could run into one another

Finals were coming up and Yanan was in the library with his head stuck in one of the textbooks. He had been there for hours, and he was starting to get hungry. He had a six-hour final that he was preparing for, and he could not flunk it. He searched in his bags to see if he had any snacks left over. Luckily he still had some, leaning back and eating it.

He took that time to scan his surroundings. He had been focused on his work for so long that he hadn’t noticed the amount of people that had come and gone. This time around he noticed you dozed off on a desk. Your head was lying on a textbook sleeping soundly. You looked so pretty to him. He went close to you and put your jacket over you.

He didn’t quite understand his actions or what possessed him to buy snacks for you. He smiled to himself as he wrote a note. He teased you about falling asleep in the library and how you should take better care of yourself. He didn’t sign the note, smirking. Maybe he could tease you more like this in the future.

Yuto

He is already a quiet person, so I feel like he kept the relationship very private

Barely anyone knew that the two of you had broken up

The break up wasn’t on good terms

The two of you could not agree on something 

He hated arguments and everything that came with it

He also hated telling you when he disagreed with something because it would lead to even more arguments even if it didn’t have to be one

The two of you were petty anyways

He tried to avoid you, and the places you hung out frequently

Yuto was out with a large group of friends. It was unusual for him, but he was enjoying the extra company. They were at a large shopping mall, so it wasn’t an ideal place to be. He was quieter than usual. Maybe it was because he didn’t want to draw a lot of attention to himself. That was the reason. He wanted some quiet time but didn’t want to be alone. Maybe this was the best solution for him. 

He thought of himself over the relationship. Maybe he was being too harsh, but he thought if he heard that you died in a week or so he wouldn’t care. Okay, that was cruel of him, but he needed some way to distance himself. 

The sad part was, when he saw you at a store with another guy, his heart sank. He was mad that he still felt some type of way about it and about you. He was disappointed in himself, nonetheless, he played it off and went on with his day. 

Kino

I'm going with the cliche trope

He’s just a party guy to me 

And I think he’d go to parties to let off his cool. Especially if it was a harsh break-up 

I feel like he’d still be jealous and possessive after the relationship

If anyone would try to say something bad about you, he would get mad at them. 

He’s still sweet as ever, even if it ended on bad terms or not

Kino was at a party, like usual. He had a huge social circle. He was floating around the party talking to a lot of different people. He was feeling better tonight. He preferred to put himself out there when he didn’t feel up to it. Honestly, he was feeling a lot better. 

He did notice you when you walked in, it would be hard for him not to stare. He watched over you, still feeling protective. He knew a lot of the people at the party, some of them having a bad reputation. He would rather watch over you from a distance, not ready to face you. 

That didn’t matter when a random guy came up to you. He didn’t know him, but he could not stand the fact that another man was talking to you. He came up to you putting his arm over your shoulder casually.  “I forgot to ask you what drink you wanted.” Kino kept a sly smirk on his face. You looked a little upset and surprised to see him there, but he just brushed it off. It was fun to cock-block you.

Wooseok

I think he would be quieter about the breakup

He seems like he keeps more to himself 

But he’s generally sweet to everyone 

I think the motivation would be down

He wants to keep things on good terms, but that doesn’t mean friends. 

He’s not the type to text you after

Unless he needed something 

Wooseok had gathered up some motivation lately, after looking at how messy his life had been lately. He was picking his stuff up and putting things in their right places. During that, he found some items that were yours, and he noticed that some of his things had been missing. He frowned, he didn’t want to do any confronting, but he wanted his things back. There’s nothing wrong with that, right?

His hands were sweaty as he texted you. He simply stated that he had a few of your things and he thought that you had a few of his. It was simple and he tried to be as polite as possible. He was not trying to make anyone upset. 

After a few days you hadn’t answered his text, so he tried again. This time his tone was a little hasty, and when you responded, it was in an aggravated tone. He was confused. You didn’t want to meet with him and made that clear. He suggested mail, but that seemed to upset you as well. 

When he saw you later that week on the street, he said nothing. He did nothing. Any feelings that he had left over for you, were gone. Then he knew he could move on.

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A Sweet Coincidence (Idol!Gunwook x F!Reader) Chapter 0: Before Then

word count: 1k

It was early February, the air was chilled and there was freshly fallen snow on the ground. The sky was a dull gray color and the wind was picking up at a rather uncomfortable speed. Contrasting to the weather outside, the dimly lit apartment was warm, the scent of hot chocolate and cookies were fresh in the air. If you looked around, it was a cozy little environment, at first glance you would have barely even spotted the girl cuddled up in her blankets on the couch. Her eyes were focused on her tv screen, her breathing even and steady, her hands were starting to fidget. 

there were three minutes left,

then two,

then one,

then it started. 

The intro of an unfamiliar show rang through the room, the girl stared at the screen as the narrator spoke his words and prefaces. When the episode finally started, the screen read “Boys Planet.” Y/n had been very excited to watch this show that had been upcoming for months. The trainees were announced months ago and she had already found many of them interesting due to their one minute pr videos.  As the episode came and went she thought back to everything she had just witnessed. All of the first audition performances played back in her mind, but one really stuck with her, along with a specific trainee. She had seen this guy before, she couldn't exactly remember where she had though. No, we aren't talking about contestants like Hui from Pentagon, Hwanhee and Dongyeol from Up10tion, Keita from Ciipher, and the Nine.i members, not even the previous members of TOO. She had seen this trainee before, not from being in a group, or acting, or modeling, but somewhere else. 

And then it hit her, it was a different survival show.

She racked her brain through the many different survival shows she had watched through the years, which one was it, where had she seen him? Oh, it was that one, ‘Wild Idol.’ 

Park Gunwook, from ‘Wild Idol’, you had watched this show ages ago, thinking back to that time, she remembered that she really liked and was rooting for him, how could she have forgotten him? You grabbed your phone and opened your gallery. You scroll back to when the show was airing and low and behold there were pictures of Gunwook and multiple pictures of drawings you had done of him.

Scrolling through all of them you came across many things you had forgotten about, including everything you had previously known about Gunwook. All of those thoughts that were hidden deep in your backroom files of your brain came flooding back. No wonder the young male had made such a big impact on you through his pr video and the first episode. Though it had seemed as if his persona had changed, a lot. He was way more confident and it seemed like he had matured so much, a lot can happen in just two years though. When his past show was airing, you found him absolutely adorable, but this time around he was way more attractive to you. 

Just like before the way that he performed showed exactly what he was capable of. He was talented, very talented, and the rest of the contestants on the show seemed to think the same due to the reactions they had when he was announced to be a three star. Even though he was ranked lower than everyone thought he would, it did not mean anything, he was still a talented kid that was not to be messed with. He impresses you. You admire him, not just as an idol, but as a person, a performer. His personality was just insanely likable, his passion could be felt through the screen, and his talent could ot be ignored. All of that plus his amazing looks, his build and his smile, 

And just like that, you were whipped for Park Gunwook for the second time in your life. 

It's crazy how fast someone can fall, and of course you fully believed that you would never be anything more than just his fan. Someone who supports him in everything he does, someone who buys his merch so they would chart higher. That's who you were, and who you always would be, just his fan. It seemed like it lasted forever, but in just a short amount of time, ‘Boys Planet’ was over and Gunwook was selected to be a part of the debut group ‘ZeroBaseOne’. Voting for him everyday for months on end was something you would never regret, and spreading your fanart got you quite a large following on your socials. You were now known as ‘that one gunwook fan, that really good artist.’ ZB1 had performed, met fans, filmed content, all of that leading up to their debut, oh their debut, it was wonderful. 

‘In Bloom’ 

What a perfect song, with perfect lyrics, and with not so perfect line distribution. It stood out, their whole album stood out, it broke records, they broke records. 

“The more I run to you everyday, The harder it becomes to stop.” That line, Gunwook’s line, details exactly how you feel. You will never stop running towards him, supporting him, loving him from afar. It’s a sad thing, something you would never wish upon another. You knew, you knew damn well you would always just be his fan, and you were okay with that ultimately, but somewhere inside, it hurt. 

Second after second, minute after minute, hour after hour, and day after day, you supported him and Zb1 with everything you had. And in that time you had found a mostly unknown but cozy cafe that you had spent most on your time in. Most of it consisted of drawing fanart for Zerobaseone, mostly gunwook. 

Little did you know that on one day, one summer day, things would flip upside down. Cliché, I know, but this is meant to be cliché. 

That day, he walked in. 

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I really hope you enjoyed this first little chapter!

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Dirty distractions.

Post Date: 1st August 2022 Content: Smut - PENTAGON Kino x Reader WC: 2.7K TW?: Dom!Kino/ Sub!Reader/ Studio Sex/ Masterbating/ Hand on throat/  Little bit of degrading/ Praise/ Profanities/ Foreplay (Giving and recieving/ Penetration Request?: Yes Masterlist                                    Prompt list

Prompts: 65 - “Be quiet” 74 - “Tell me what you want right now” 116 - “You’re trouble”

Kino’s been locked in the studio since the early hours of dawn, and as much as you knew it was part of his work, you couldn’t help but cave into the urge to visit him at work, just to ensure that he’s looking after himself whilst he’s busy. Though, you knew him too well. He wouldn’t have eaten since leaving early this morning, the ideas of work controlling his ability to even think of anything else other than getting that one song done to complete the album that he’s been working on for days. 

On your way to the building, you notice a new bakery that was due to close fairly soon, interested in seeing if they by any chance had anything that you could pick up to surprise your boyfriend. With luck on your side, they had a few options, but all that you picked out had to be complimented with his favourite coffee, couldn’t go into a cafe without picking one up. 

“I really hope he likes these treats,” you mumble to yourself, clutching the goods close to your chest as you head towards the door of the CUBE building. 

It must’ve seemed like you were full of luck today, considering that a few of his members were in the lobby, quick to notice you approaching the door with full hands, Hui rushing towards the door, propping it open for you. 

With a soft smile, he nods at you, knowing exactly what you were about to ask, “He’s in studio 12, hasn’t come out of that room at all yet today,” he scoffs, amused by your eye roll. 

“Of course,” you huff in reply, “I could’ve never guessed, thank you Hui, see you in a bit!”.

Cutting the chit-chat short, you rush to the studio, using your elbow to open the door. Considering of how much noise you were making with slight cusses and sounds of trying to open the door, Kino was oblivious to it all, headphones blocking out any external sounds from behind him. Noticing a space on the table beside him, you carefully put down his food and coffee, wasting no time in throwing your arms around him, making him jump slightly. 

“Ya! What-” he bites bitterly, calming down instantly when he realises who’s around him, “Sorry baby girl... What are you doing here?” a look of confusion is received as you let loose of your grip around him, smiling sweetly, rushing to grab the treats and coffee off the table.

“I bought you these!!” you excited squeal, “I know you haven’t eaten since you left this morning, so you’re going to eat now, whilst im here,” you tell him, a hint of bossiness coming through and Kino raises an eyebrow.

“Thank you, baby, I’ll have those in a bit. I’m really busy,” he softly denies the treats, tapping the space on the desk for you to put them there. You do as he indicates but with a pout on your lips, “Kino, please eat now,” you beg lightly, his face dropping. 

Not only was it the way that you used his name, but he knew that you weren’t up for a debate, taking hold of the coffee as he takes a sip. He unintentionally keeps eye contact with you as he does so, picking up the panini that you’ve picked for him, and taking bites of it. The way he does this comes off as sarcastic but that really wasn’t his intention, he just wanted to make you happy watching him eat so you knew he had something. 

“Mind if I stay here until you finish? I’m a little lonely in the house,” you ask, bottom lip poking out as he nods reluctantly, “Sure, but I really do have to get this song done. I’ve worked on it long enough already,” he replies, cheeks filled with food. 

With toned-down excitement, you hop over to the couch, take a seat and pull out a book from your bag, “I won’t make a peep, I promise. You won’t even know I’m here,” you giggle, receiving the sweetest smile off him, rolling over on his chair to kiss your forehead tenderly and cupping your cheek before putting his attention back onto his work. 

Out of the corner of your eye, catching your attention and bringing it away from your book, you notice him pulling up his jumper sleeves. The way his hands rested on the desk and his fingers typing away on the keyboard in front of him, makes them tense up a little with every slight bit of movement, veins popping out. You didn’t realise how attractive his hands and arms were until that moment, appreciating the slightest bit of muscle flexing, probably a bit too much as you catch yourself biting your lip at the sight.  

Attempting to avert your attention away from this, you try to read over the line you’ve probably read 10 times over, but the inability to focus on continuing frustrates you. Kino has no idea what could possibly be going through your head at this moment and time, too focused on the software in front of him and his eyes glued to the screen. As you watch him out of the corner of your eye, he removes his headphones briefly, pushing his hair back, his arm tensing as he does so.

“Fuck...” you hiss to yourself. Shaking your head viciously to get rid of the intruding thoughts of having his fingers inside of you instead of tapping away on the keyboard in front of him. You were lucky that he didn’t catch your hiss, unknowing of the situation as he puts the headphones back on. 

Every time you looked over at him, you couldn’t help but let the lewd thoughts flood your mind, how you wished he gave oyu as much attention as he was doing for his work at the moment. You knew it was a bad idea considering anyone could walk in at any moment but as your thoughts continue to fog your brain, your hand trails down from the book, slipping under your jogging bottoms and underwear, carefully teasing your clit, trying not to make a sound. 

The book falls out of your hands onto your stomach, trying to get comfortable on the couch to get better access to finger yourself, trying your absolute best to hold back any whimpers and moans. Your gaze was glued onto his arms and his hands, watching them as you relieve yourself, though catching yourself getting into it when a tiny whimper falls from your lips. 

Conveniently, though he didn’t hear you, he takes a moment to look away from the screen, eyes widening when he turns around to see the sight of you toying with yourself. He gulps hard at the sight, in shock and disbelief, unsure of how to react fully at first.

“What are you doing?” he asks, making you jump, instinctively pulling your hand out from under your clothing. 

Your wide eyes meet with his, mouth agape from the sudden realisation that he’s probably been watching you for a little longer than you thought. Shaking with anticipation with how this could turn out with him, your cheeks flush red, but your clit burns to be touched again. Kino’s face drops, eyes going dark, you couldn’t tell if he was really annoyed, turned on, or better yet, both. 

“Oh, you’re in trouble,” he growls, cocking his eyebrows up. If you didn’t know how he was going to react, you now didn’t know what he means by that. Have you annoyed him, or something else? Though at this point, you were so needy for him, you were willing to do what it had to take to get him away from the computer screen for a little while.

“What? Why? I haven’t done anything wrong?” you gasp dramatically, playing the innocent card, playing the doe eyes in an attempt to get your way with him.

“You haven’t done anything wrong? Why was your hand under your joggers, better yet, why were you whimpering whilst doing so? In my studio? You dirty girl,” he mocks, his tone lowering, watching you carefully to get a reaction out of you. 

The minute he called you a dirty girl, your core throbs, pulsating at the words. “I didn’t do anything,” you attempt to say sweetly, but the minute you bite your lip says otherwise. 

Forcing himself out of the chair, he struts over to you, leaning down as he hovers over you. His eyes don’t leave you, watching you crumble as he inches his face closer to yours, his breath soft on your face, sweet-smelling from the coffee he’s been sipping at for the last hour or so. 

“Fingering yourself in the studio, to get my attention, hmm?” he snarls, making sure to keep eye contact with you to see how you act under him, “You do know there could be terrible consequences if you got caught right?”.

With a smirk creeping onto your face, and the attempt to keep your innocence up fails, “I didn’t do anything like that, I was reading my book,” you insisted, trying your absolute best to not smirk but you couldn’t help it. 

You were actually getting attention and your morals were going out of the window at this point. You’ve done it everywhere in the house, in his friend’s bedroom, god, even in a park because you tested his patience so much. So the idea of playing it risky by doing it in a studio wouldn’t be any different to the last two. 

“So what did you do? Better yet, tell me what you want,” he licks your bottom limp, yearning for a moan from you as his hand wraps around your throat, “You know you shouldn’t be here anyway, so what is it?”

These words make you completely crumble, reaching to get a kiss from him but he retracts, making a point known that you weren’t going to get anything until you answered him. So you did piss him off, but it could work in your favour if you behaved for him, not that you have done up until now.

“I want... you,” you gasp, legs shut tight, hoping to suppress the urge to touch yourself again but your core heats up even more, already soaking from the interaction making you so horny that you couldn’t really care if you get caught. 

“Hmm, me, huh? I’m not sure if you deserve anything for being a bad girl,” he adds, a smirk almost making it onto his lips but going back to a straight face and his eyes stay dark. 

The grip he has around your throat tightens, making you whimper, even more, reaching around to the back of his head in an attempt to bring him closer to you so you could kiss him, needy for his lips to be against yours at the very least. 

“Will you behave if you get what you want?” he asks, still resisting the urge to give into you, fighting back every sexual thought that came into his head, also not opposed to the idea of having sex in the studio.

Nodding your head in reply to his question, he brushes his lip against yours, barely touching it but enough to get even more of a reaction from you. “Will you? Use your words doll,” he asks again, asserting his dominance by using his other hand to rub you through your joggers, forcing you to talk from the friction he’s causing.

“I’ll behave, I promise!” you cry, earning the touch of his lips against yours, though instead of easing you it into a makeout, he goes straight in, catching you off guard whilst his fingers press and rub you through the restrictive clothing. 

You whimper on his lips, enjoying every second of this but needed something more than just his fingers through clothing. Using your hands, you unbuckle his belt, and unzip his jeans, pulling them down, palming his hard cock through his boxers before taking it out and stroking it. 

“Hmm, that’s what you want, huh?” he mocks, raising an eyebrow as a smirk grows on his face, “It’s too risky,” he adds, trying to act like he hasn’t had thoughts about fucking you senseless in this room so many times as a stress reliever when work isn’t going his way. 

“Please,” you whisper, almost inaudible when your whimpers push through, coming out louder than expected.

“Bend over,” he orders, loosening his grip from around your throat for you to do so, pulling down your underwear and joggers in one swift movement as you reveal your ass to him. 

“Such a good girl,” he growls to himself, taking in the sight in front of him, watching your core glisten from the light of the monitor screen, “You’re so wet for me baby, that needy for me?” he asks teasingly, teasing the tip of his cock at your entrance, covering it in your juices. 

As much as he wants to hold back to tease you, he knew there would be more of a risk of getting caught if he waited as much as he’d love to make you scream for him to fuck you senseless. The minute his tip aligns with your entrance, he trusts in harsher than you expected him to, making you yelp out in pleasure.

“Be quiet, or you’re not gonna get it,” he barks, ordering you as he grips the back of your throat, holding you there for a moment before thrusting into you again, your moans muffled by the way you bite down into your sleeved sound, barely audible. 

The sound of skin slapping together would be enough of an indication that there was something dirty going on in the room but at this point, he didn’t care. His hips slam hard against your ass cheeks and top of your thighs, lewd sounds muffled as you try your best to stay as quiet as possible, Kino completely getting off by this. 

He’s merciless with his thrusts, not giving you any chance to breathe as your mind and vision goes blurry, the powerful feeling of pleasure flowing through your body with every thrust he made, and it was purposeful. Though wasn’t a failed attempt to make you cum all over his cock within minutes, grabbing your hips tightly to pull you back into his thrusts, bringing you over the edge quicker than he’s ever done before.

“Good girl, doing so well,” he coos in a growl, slowing down his pace slightly to let you ride through your high, but he wasn’t done. 

You expected what was coming, he wasn’t going to let it finish there without him getting some relief too, picking up his pace, slamming hard into you as your walls tense around him. 

“Such a dirty slut, taking me so well in the studio where anyone could walk in at any time, tut tut,” he scoffs in amusement as he could hear the muffled screams that you made into your arm. 

The way he had you, made him realise that he’s into restricting you like this more than he expected, as the need to cum becomes more prominent by the second.

His thrusts start to become choppy and slower, taking in the last moments of this before his release, giving you permission to be a bit more audiable to help him finish, but all you could do was breath heavily at this point, biting on your lip as the pleasure starts to overwhelm you.

“I’m gonna-” he warns, but as he releases his warm juices into you, his words get cut off but moans, his trusts completely slow down, but he still fucks you balls deep, to ensure that he doesn’t miss a drop. 

Before pulling out, he reaches to grab you by the throat again, pulling you up to him, back rested against his chest, “You better not play these games with me again when I’m working, you got it?”. You whimper as you nod, deeply breathing in and sighing as he slowly pulls out, watching his cum ooze down your leg. 

“Now lets go home, that was only the begginging. You were so naughty and need to be taught a lesson,” he adds, passing you tissues to help clean you up before rushing you to get dressed, saving his work and exiting the studio, but not before trying to hide any evidence of anything happening in the room. 

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[huipinkhair]

MUST BE NICE

Jay x fem!reader

Synopsis - Jay found himself fortunate when the global structure crumbled, allowing him to reside in the secluded enclave of "high society" amidst the chaos. However, as his hometown began to fall apart in the same way, Jay and his companions sought solace in the less-coveted city for refuge. To their dismay, they soon discovered that the comfort of feather pillows and gourmet meals they were accustomed to was a stark contrast to the harsh reality awaiting them in their newfound haven. Having spent their entire lives in the city, Y/N and her two brothers have developed a keen awareness and readiness for a myriad of scenarios. Whether it be natural disasters, gang conflicts, empty threats, or even attempted resource-driven homicides, they've navigated these challenges by cultivating a circle of trusted friends. When the group observes a group of well-dressed, well-fed individuals strolling through their familiar streets, a decision looms — will they extend a protective wing, drawing these strangers into their fold, or will they leave them to confront the uncertainties of the outside world?

Genre - Dystopian au, strangers to enemies to lovers

Warnings - blood, violence, alcohol consumption, drug use,

Included - ONEPACT members (Lee Yedam as younger brother) Lee Hoe Taek as older brother (do u think i wouldn't) EVNNE members ZEROBASEONE members

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other groups master list

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🍑Smut/Mature/Suggestive 🍓Fluff 🍍Angst 🍒 Poly/Multiple 🍊 MLM/Male Reader 🍋 Toxic 🍌 Comedy

A.C.E

The Missing Yogurt - Jun 🍌

ATEEZ

Make-Out - Hongjoong 🍑

Good Lil Boy ft Yunho - Hongjoong 🍑🍒 🍊 

Make-Out - Seonghwa 🍑  

Make-Out - Yunho 🍑

Day 8 – Bulge Kink - Yunho 🍑

Tell Me What You Want - Yunho 🍑

We Have Company ft Younghoon (The Boyz) 🍑🍒 🍊 

Make-Out - Yeosang 🍓

Good Morning - Yeosang 🍑🍓

Make-Out - San 🍑

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - San 🍑

Make-Out - Mingi 🍓

Make-Out - Wooyoung 🍑

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Wooyoung 🍑

Make-Out - Jongho 🍑  

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Jongho 🍑  

BTS

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Jimin 🍑  

DREAMCATCHER

The Party - Dami 🍑

EXO

Make-Out - Chanyeol 🍑

Make-Out - D.O.  🍓

GOT7

Take a Break - Jinyoung 🍓

MAMAMOO

Decanting - Solar 🍑

MONSTA X

Make-Out - Shownu 🍑

Make-Out - Minhyuk 🍑

Make-Out - Kihyun 🍑

Make-Out - Hyungwon 🍑 🍍

Make-Out - Joohoney 🍑

Make-Out - I.M. 🍑

Day 24 – Breeding Kink - I.M. 🍑

Day 30 – Mutual Masturbation - I.M 🍑

NCT

NCT Dream Reaction: Cockwarming

NCT Dream Reaction: Pregnant

WayV Reaction: Making Out Interruption

Make-Out - Taeyong 🍓

Day 16 – Spanking - Taeyong 🍑

Make-Out - Taeil 🍓

Make-Out  - Johnny 🍑🍓

I Got Whisky  - Johnny 🍑🍓

Professor Suh - Johnny 🍑🍓

Lesson Learned (ft Jaehyun) - Johnny 🍑🍒 🍍

The Present (ft. Jaehyun) - Johnny 🍑🍒 🍍

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Yuta 🍑  

Pay Attention - Yuta 🍑

Make-Out  - Kun 🍑

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Kun 🍑

Choose Your Own Lyrics #1 - Kun 🍑

Make-Out - Doyoung 🍑

Dom!Doyoung - Doyoung 🍑   

Make-Out - Ten 🍑🍓

Big Chance - Ten 🍓

On the Desk - Jaehyun 🍑

Day 20 – Exhibition/Voyeurism (ft Jungwoo) - Jaehyun 🍑🍒

Make-Out - WinWin 🍑

Make-Out - Lucas  🍑

Choose Your Own Adventure #1- Lucas 🍑🍓

Make-Out - Mark 🍑🍓

Perfect Timing #1 - Mark 🍑🍓

Perfect Timing #2 - Mark 🍑🍓

Make-Out - Xiaojun 🍑🍓

Day 10 – Sexting - Xiaojun 🍑

Make-Out - Hendery 🍑🍓

Make-Out - Renjun 🍑🍓

You’re Making Me... - Renjun 🍑🍓

Glad I Could Be of Service #1 - Renjun 🍓

Glad I Could Be of Service #2 - Renjun 🍑🍓

Day 2 – Dirty Talk - Renjun 🍑

Make-Out  - Jeno 🍑🍓

Food Fight (ft Jaemin) - Jeno 🍑🍒 🍊 

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Jeno 🍑

His Fingers - Jeno 🍑

Request Blurb #1 - Jeno 🍑🍋🍍

Thanks to Nugget #1 - Jeno 🍑🍓

Thanks to Nugget #2  - Jeno 🍑🍓

Make-Out - Haechan 🍑

Shooting His Shot #1 - Haechan 🍑🍓 🍍  

Shooting His Shot #2 - Haechan 🍑🍓 🍍  

Shooting His Shot #3 - Haechan 🍑🍓 🍍  

Shooting His Shot #4 - Haechan 🍑🍓 🍍

Shooting His Shot #5 - Haechan 🍑

Condom Tragedy - Haechan 🍑🍌

My Bed, My Rules (ft. Jaemin) - Haechan - 🍑🍒 🍊 

Dom!Haechan - Haechan 🍑

Request Blurb #1 - Haechan 🍑

Stay Still - Haechan 🍑🍌

You Got My Number - Haechan 🍑🍓 🍍

Day 18 – Wax Play - Haechan 🍑

Make-Out - Jaemin 🍑🍓

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Jaemin 🍑🍓

Choose Your Own Adventure #3  - Jaemin 🍑🍓

Choose Your Own Lyrics #1 - Jaemin 🍑

More Than One Night #1 - Jaemin 🍑

More Than One Night #2 - Jaemin 🍑🍓  

More Than One Night #3 - Jaemin 🍓  

More Than One Night #4 - Jaemin 🍑🍓

Happy Birthday, Jaemin - Jaemin 🍑🍓

Make-Out - YangYang 🍑

Boob Play - YangYang 🍑

Make-Out - Shotaro 🍑🍓

Day 14 – Double Penetration (ft. Chenle) - Sungchan 🍑

Make-Out - Chenle 🍑

Yo, Nice Skirt - Chenle 🍑

Daddy’s Baby #1 - Chenle 🍑🍓  

Daddy’s Baby #2 - Chenle   🍑

Make-Out - Jisung 🍓     

Taking It Slow [pt 1]  - Jisung 🍑🍓  

Taking It Slow [pt 2]  - Jisung 🍑🍓

Taking It Slow [pt 3]  - Jisung 🍑🍓

Taking It Slow [pt 4]  - Jisung 🍑🍓                         

PENTAGON

Day 6 – Degradation - Hui 🍑

Breathe For Me - Jinho 🍑

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Shinwon 🍑

Day 26 – Hate Sex - Yanan 🍑🍋

Between Friends (ft. Vernon of Seventeen) 🍑🍒

STRAY KIDS

Make-Out - Bang Chan 🍑

Mind Over Matter - Bang Chan 🍑

Choose Your Own Lyrics #1 - Bang Chan 🍑

We’ll Just Have To Share (3Racha) 🍑🍒

Red Lights (ft. Hyunjin) - Bang Chan 🍑🍒      

Sous-Chef - Lee Know 🍓

Make-Out - Lee Know 🍑

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Lee Know 🍑

Earn It - Lee Know 🍑

Make-Out - Changbin 🍑

Choose Your Own Adventure #2 - Changbin 🍑

Make-Out - Hyunjin 🍑

Day 12 – Cuckolding (ft Felix) - Hyunjin 🍑🍒

Make-Out - Han 🍓

Day 22 – Somnophilia - Han 🍑

8:22 (male reader) - Han 🍑🍊 

Make-Out - Felix 🍑

Day 4 – Breath Play - Felix 🍑

Make-Out - Seungmin 🍑🍓

Make-Out - I.N 🍓                              

THE BOYZ

Public Sex with The Boyz

The Guest ft Q - Jacob 🍑🍒🍓

Looking for Me? - Jacob 🍑🍓

Make a Wish (ft Kevin) - Jacob 🍑🍓🍊 

Merry Christmas Jacob - Jacob -  🍑🍓

We Have Company ft Yunho (Ateez) - Younghoon 🍑🍒🍊 

Just a Little Jealousy - Younghoon 🍑🍓 🍍

Merry Christmas Younghoon - Younghoon 🍑🍓

Day 28 -- Anal Sex - Hyunjae 🍑

Make-Out - Kevin 🍑🍓

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Kevin 🍓

Summer On the Court - Kevin 🍑🍓 🍍  

Make-Out - Q 🍑🍓

Choose Your Lyrics #1 - Q 🍑🍓

Choose Your Own Lyrics #1 - Sunwoo 🍑

Pure Luck - Sunwoo 🍑🍓   

Merry Christmas Eric - Eric 🍑   

TWICE

Spoil You - Nayeon  🍑

many of the works on this blog will also be linked to the master list on @peachybun-bun​ - do not repost any of my work or claim it as your own - translations of works or parts of works are not permitted

#master list #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kpop comedy

[yuthoe]

Fatigued (PENTAGON: Hui)

after a quick look at my last fic post, i realized that it's been a little more than a year since i last posted any original thing from me lmaooo

i still have an unfinished vampire!wonho fic but i keep getting stuck cuz writing smut is haaaard. so since i have downtime from our workshop i decided to finish this, so i'm sorry if it seems like the ending is rushed. this one is still super tame compared to the others i have mapped out (as far as angst goes, this is not the heaviest one lol) so i hope y'all look out for those

PAIRING: Hui (Lee Hoetaek) x gn!reader. GENRE: fic, general, angst. WARNINGS: vampire!au—contains mentions of blood. WORD COUNT: 1,697.

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Hoetaek closes the door to his apartment quietly, slinging the strap of his crossbody off his shoulder and carefully setting it on the floor of the entryway before toeing off his shoes. In his other hand he holds a rectangular insulated bag, small enough to not be conspicuous, but big enough to fit his refills if they’re packed right.

It’s the first time he’s come home to his apartment in a week, cooped up in his studio composing songs, fixing demos, struggling with lyrics. It was only the notification from his phone reminding him of his appointment at the hospital that got him to get up and fix the clutter around the room.

Now he tiredly carries the insulated bag into the kitchen, propping the fridge door open with his leg and opening the zip of the bag carefully.

The blood bags are carefully packed into the container—enough for around two weeks. Hoetaek doesn't need to feed often (he's gotten a good handle on his thirst throughout the decades), but he still regulates his feeding times so he doesn’t burn through them all in one sitting. Before he holed himself up in the studio, he made a point to stock his body up on nutrients so he didn’t have to bring any bags to clutter up the mini-fridge there.

Hoetaek sighs, blinks hard a few times to clear the daze out of his eyes so he can store the bags properly at the back of the fridge, but giving up quickly. He’s dizzy, sleepy, bone-tired, and frankly a little smelly from working non-stop these past few days. Before he passes out from exhaustion, he decides to just dump the refills onto the only empty space near the front of the fridge. A nice, hot shower and a soak in the bath is in order.

He dumps the now empty bag on the countertop and makes a quick stop to the bedroom to fetch his towel, before heading to the bathroom. Along the way, he taps on his phone with one hand, typing out a quick text to you. 

Hey, honey. I'm back at the apartment. Gonna take a quick shower, but you can come in anytime. 

Hoetaek leaves his phone on the counter top, and inch by inch relaxes as he settles into his bath time routine.

—

The bath is steamy when he finishes an hour later, refreshed and ready to take a much-deserved break. He whistles as he pads barefoot to the bedroom to change into the soft and comfy pajamas you gave him recently. When he finally finishes dressing and doing his minimal skincare routine, he steps out to the living area and sees you seated on the small couch.

“Oh, hi, babe! Didn’t hear you come in.” A lie. He heard it loud and clear when his phone buzzed on the counter midway through his shower; heard the quiet thud of the door and the lock fastening on the latch when you came in; heard the shuffling of your feet as you walked around the apartment in your house slippers; heard you rifling through the kitchen and the fridge looking for food or something to make a light meal with because he knows you like cooking for him after he’s had a tough day at work.

Cat’s out of the bag, as far as Hoetaek is concerned—you definitely saw the blood bags in the refrigerator. He is just delaying the inevitable at this point, refusing to acknowledge that he knows about your discovery and the worried and suspicious look on your face as you sit in silence.

“Yeah, I got in around fifteen minutes ago,” you say. He notes the way you twiddle your thumbs in your lap, looking away quickly to make a beeline to the kitchenette. It’s clean, just the way he left it an hour before, with no signs of anyone attempting to cook anything. Hoetaek figures you were too shaken by what you saw and gave up trying to whip something up and pretend everything is fine.

It is with a quiet resignation that he reaches into a cupboard for an opaque mug and rummages in the fridge for a blood bag, keeping his back towards you to hide him unscrewing the stopper and squeezing out the thick liquid into the mug. “Are you hungry? We can get something delivered,” he calls out, drowning out the sloshing sounds of the blood pouring out from the bag. Once he’s filled the mug almost to the rim, he screws the cap back on with practiced ease, licking his fingertips clean before stowing it back in the fridge, just on top of the pile.

Hoetaek hears you stand and pad all the way to the counter separating the kitchen from the living area as he looks for a reusable straw in one of the drawers, plopping it in the mug. “No, I’m good,” you say. The sweet taste of A-positive soaks his tongue as he takes a sip and he sighs in relief. He takes another drag through the straw before turning to face you, that worried look still on your pretty face. “Just…”

Your nails nervously tap on the faux-marble countertop. “Are you okay, Hoetaek? Are you sick or something?”

He holds the cooling mug tightly in both hands, shrugs. “What do you mean?”

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth. “I… I saw blood bags. In the fridge.” And then you start rambling. “I was just looking for something to cook for you because I know you’ve been at the studio working the whole week and figured you might want a salad or noodles or something. I didn’t mean to see—they were just there and I thought it was a pile of, I don’t know berry flavored jelly, I guess? But then I flipped one over and realized it’s blood and it had the label and everything, so I freaked out because how did you get that much blood and what are you gonna use all of it for?? Now, I’m concerned and worried and just a little bit freaked out about this whole thing.” Your fingers continued tapping a staccato rhythm as you talked, and finally still when you stop to catch a breath.

The mug almost falls out of Hoetaek’s hands as he regards you with shining eyes. He’d been lying to you, keeping such a big part of himself a secret from you for years. He can tell himself that he did it to protect you, to keep you away from the uglier side of him, but that’s not the whole truth. The fact of the matter is, Hoetaek is just scared; he is scared that you’ll just run off when the truth comes to light and he doesn’t think he can handle that.

The vampire sets the mug down on the counter next to the refrigerator, the contents well out of your sight, before standing in front of you. He lets the marble island between you act as a barrier, even as he takes both your hands in his. His thumbs smooth across your skin, teeth biting at his lip as he tries to find the right words.

“Babe… Thank you for worrying,” he finally starts. “But you didn’t need to. I’m not sick, although I know you get concerned that I’m too pale sometimes, but that’s just because I’m cooped up in the studio a lot.” He chuckles, and sees a corner of your mouth twitch upwards. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “We’ve been together for almost three years. And considering that I plan to get on your nerves for the foreseeable future, I suppose I need to be straight with you.

“I’m…” He takes a deep breath. “Well, to put it simply, I’m not human. I’m a vampire and I drink blood. I was born in the late 1890s, but I’ve been 30 for around eighty years or so.” He watches your face, looking for any sign of disgust or apprehension in the lines on your forehead. “I know this is a lot, and I’m not expecting you to stay after finding out about all this. If you need a break—from me—I completely understand.”

Hoetaek squeezes your hands and is about to release them, but you tighten your grip.

“You…” Hui’s brows knit as he watches you struggle to find words. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replies quickly. “Take all the time you need.”

“No, it’s… I’m okay with it, I think?” You keep his hands in yours as you round the corner of the island to stand beside him. “I don’t mind that you’re a vampire, at least. I know I have questions, but I just don’t know how to word them properly, I guess?” The heat of your palms travels up as you drag them along his arms, across his shoulders, and stop to gently hold his cheeks. “I still love you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” you say. “I have no reason to stop loving you, Hoetaek.”

He squeezes your hands, knuckles white. “But…,” he whispers, voice breaking. “I’m not like you, I’m not human—I’m different… Does that not scare you?”

You look square in his eyes, searching for something in them, and then you slowly shake your head. “No. You’re you, and as far as I’m concerned, the only different thing here is that you apparently drink blood straight out of the bag. You don’t feel different, you don’t look or sound different. So you’re still my Hoetaek, right?”

Hoetaek thinks he could cry. It never crossed his mind that you would turn him away after baring himself—you have no bad bone in your body. But hearing you say so confidently that you still love him, that he’s still yours… made his long dormant heart almost beat again.

He surges forward and wraps his arms around your waist, buries his nose into your neck. (He is definitely not crying.) “I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much.”

Hoetaek feels your head rest against his, your arms embracing him so gently, so carefully. “I love you, too. Always.”

#kdiarynet #uninet #universe net #pentagon #pentagon hui imagine #pentagon hui scenario #pentagon scenario #pentagon imagine #hui scenario #hui imagine #fic: hui #fic: mine #fic: not spicy #theme: vamp col

[adachicuto]

happy birthday hui

warning: food mentions

idk why but i can’t get the image of him waking you up by playing the happy birthday song to himself on guitar on his birthday but let’s go with it. i think it fits lol but he’d do it in true hui fashion which would be in a kinda goofy way

he’d have the biggest smile on his face as you’d stare at him sleepily but then you’d both end up bursting into laughter for a few seconds because the whole situation was too funny and your sides would end up aching a little from laughing

you’d go about your morning routines would make breakfast together with music playing in the background. so, you’d both have to stop every few songs to pretend to sing with spatulas as your mics your breakfast would almost get burnt but it’d turn out fine

after breakfast, you’d put on his favorite show or movie to distract him from trying to work when he’d promise that he wouldn’t try to work on his birthday and once he’d realize, he’d be more than thankful for a little break because he’d know that he’d need one

hui would also be grateful when you’d hand him a cup of coffee just the way he’d like it and he’d pull you onto the couch with him so he would be able to wrap an arm around you

after an hour or so, you’d get ready to leave and the whole time he’d repeatedly ask where you’d be taking him and it would be easy at first until he’d start acting very goofy and you’d have no choice but to laugh at him, the seriousness in your expression would be gone

first, you’d take him to the mall so he could pick out whatever he wanted and you’d make sure to explain to him how you’d been saving up to get him something special. with that in mind, he’d still choose more affordable things (and you’d find that really sweet) and he’d be both nervous and excited when you’d get him really nice headphones

since it’s the last of summer, you’d take hui to an amusement park later that day. your camera roll would be full of funny videos and pictures of hui reacting to the rides and the food. especially when he’d be more excited about the rides than some of the kids there

your day at the amusement park would be successful and you’d return to your shared apartment to see it decorated and a huge birthday banner for hui. there would be some of his favorite foods in the kitchen and a playlist with his favorite songs would be playing

everyone would have a great time, especially hui judging by the huge smile that would be on his face the entire time and his happy mood would affect everyone and you’d all be happy that he’d have a nice time. it would also be good to see him take a well-deserved break

i feel like hui would not pass up karaoke so of course, there would be a karaoke machine. that would be fun for everyone but kind of bad for your neighbors. so, you probably have to apologize to them once everyone would leave

hui would love everything you’d do for him for the day. i think being able to spend time with everyone and being able to enjoy himself would do hui a lot of good. the day would be perfect in his eyes and he’d make sure to tell and thank all of  you

#this is late but it's the thought that counts yeah lol #pentagon #pentagon scenarios #pentagon imagines #pentagon fluff #ptg #ptg fluff #ptg imagines #ptg scenarios #pentagon hui #hui #hui scenarios #hui imagines #hui fluff #lee hwitaek fluff #lee hwitaek #pentagon x reader #ptg x reader #lee hwitaek scenarios #lee hwitaek imagines

[pentagonieslut]

m.list !!

lee huitaek/hoetaek (hui):

[hui's high pitched screams are in place of no works. - cube staff]

jo jinho:

ko/go shinwon:

yeo changgu (yeoone):

yanan:

[causing silent chaos somewhere, lurking]

yang hongseok:

adachi yuto/yuuto:

kang hyunggu:

[embarrased he has to match hui and shinwon, hiding]

jung wooseok:

kim hyojong (e'dawn):

i will write romance + smut for him on request. he just got out of a relationship with hyuna. be nice.

all members:

kim hongjoong:

[ran away to the studio to work on something]

park seonghwa:

[poor mama can't catch a break]

jung wooyoung:

[he's trying to get rough-talked again because he likes it]

jeong yunho:

[him and minjae are going around and calling each other brothers]

song mingi:

[just being happy little mufasa]

kang yeosang:

[ordering as much chicken as he can]

choi san:

[being a sex demon again]

choi jongho:

[breaking apples and singing tears]

moon taeil:

[being a grandpa, he's sick of this shit]

qian kun:

[yelling at the younger members starting from 99s-jisung]

seo johnny:

[he's eating chicago pizza and crying]

lee taeyong:

[febreezing all the fucking dorms]

kim doyoung:

[he's hiding in his room]

kim jungwoo:

[he's being a puppy to get taeyong to cook]

dong sicheng (winwin):

[running from taeil's monstrous love]

nakamoto yuta:

[eating taiyaki and sharing with shotaro]

jung jaehyun:

[he's preparing to work overtime]

chittaphon leechaiyapornkul (ten):

[ENGLISH TEN, ENGLISH NO NOT THAI]

wong yukhei/wong xuxi (lucas):

[freaking out about the discovery of nana and nearly crushing louis]

na jaemin:

[reminding lucas he's nana for the third year in a row]

xiao dejun (xiaojun):

[jasmine is really muscular]

wong kunhuang (hendery):

[he's in macau touring with big byung]

liu yangyang:

[he's freaking out in german, give him a second]

zhong chenle:

[flexing his money again]

huang renjun:

[he's planning the death of a dream member]

lee mark:

[my baby said she wanna dance she wanna leave me, huh? FUCK]

lee jeno:

[let him recover from being tied up and being ridden]

jung sungchan:

[he's playing games with your heart, i'm sorry]

lee donghyuck (haechan):

[consistent with his 37.5% show rating]

osaki shotaro:

[he's being the cutest fucking otter alive and you're here for it]

park jisung:

[he's on his way to becoming a tiktok fuckboi]

moon hyunbin:

[casting a spell for peace, maybe?]

choi seokwon (tan):

[can put you in a chokehold but has a cute face so like- I TAP OUT]

kim byeonggun (hwi):

[cupid is making him do secretary work]

terazono keita:

[still waiting on the phone papa rain promised him]

yeom taegyun (tag):

[leave mans alone, he's doing highschool rapper 4 n stressing]

gil dohwan:

[he's yodeling..somewhere]

park sungwon (won):

[snuck out for a poetry slam]

son seungjun (castle j):

[producing some type of track]

nam seungmin (bic):

[he's not a pen, promise]

song minjae:

[dammit minjae..you're so tall, i mistook you for yunho!]

no huijun:

[getting a black belt in taekwondo]

bang junhyuk (win):

[he's making your brain rot with his deep voice like felix]

lee hangyul:

[putting you in a choke hold with his all day performance]

park junseo:

[he's dancing his bones off]

jeon minwook (j-min):

[trying to go to the olympics in professional flexibility]

jung gun (yoojun):

[making 'fuck you' necklaces to choke bit with]

kim hyunwoo (muzin):

[trying to meditate before he goes off]

ryu yeongseo:

[trying to become the next twice member]

na gyumin (doha):

[drawing webtoons about the chaos of this group]

noh minjae (bit):

[tormenting yoojun and j-min with cucumbers]

nam dohyon:

[auditioning for SMTM with his milk mixtape]

lune:

[he's so pretty they're making him model schoolgirl uniforms]

heechan:

[he's being hyper again...MOOM]

e-chan:

[his mind is blank leave him alone]

yuku:

[eating dango and watchinge veryone with a happy smile]

junseo:

[lurking somewhere

D1:

[he's telling everyone he's not a athlete]

harry-june:

[flustered about something]

teo:

[working out again]

GK:

[chicken GK, chicken GK, chicken GK]

#dkb #nct #ciipher #bae173 #ateez #kpop pentagon

[sunflowersoonyoung]

sugar & spice | dk & hui

w.c ↠ 5.8k

pairing/s ↠ dk x fem!reader, hui x fem!reader

genre/s ↠ supernatural au!, incubus!hui, incubus!dk, smut, dom!hui, dom!dk, threesome, oral, throat fucking, size kink, multiple creampies, hard dom themes, hair pulling, a tiny bit of degradation and choking, lots of dirty talk

description ↠ during the day, women flock to restaurant Sugar & Spice as if hypnotised. during the night, those whom attracted attention from the staff members arrive with bright red invitations, and the friendly customer service staff reveal ulterior motives.

warning/s ↠ a bunch of girls are hypnotised, some occasional spooky vibes (I mean they are demons), sexual themes, rough sex, lots of cursing

a/n ↠ omgggg so this was a bit of a passion project that ended up accidentally being a decently long fic, these two actually match well in my opinion because they both have dazzling smiles (and power vocals)! two of my favourite smiles in the industry ;-; Jesus this is hot I have no words, just enjoy it lovelies eheh

requested by anon

It was approximately lunchtime when Miyeon arrived at the front door of your apartment, dressed with far more effort than you had expected, a blouse and a pleated skirt.

“Am I going to be a third wheel today? Are we meeting your boyfriend or something?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. You glanced down at your outfit, feeling significantly underdressed in comparison.

Miyeon was your closest friend, and you immensely enjoyed hanging out with her. Men regularly approached her when you went out with her due to her graceful conduct and pretty features. However, she always turned them down coolly and effortlessly.

To watch it was endless entertainment.

When you had chosen that particular statement to tease her with, it was mostly flippancy. You did not expect the shy smile that painted her pearly lips.

“Actually, I think you should dress up too, (F/n). I’ll help you pick something.”

You did not dress up often - not even to events that called for it. Ever since your childhood romance had tragically broken up with you, your heart had been arid and unenthusiastic. You were no longer fond of attention.

“What sort of place are you taking me, Miyeon? Why do I have to dress up for it?” You inquired as you searched through your wardrobe with her at your side.

“It won’t entirely make sense until we get there,” she answered, chewing the corner of her lip nervously, “but, it’s like…have you ever heard of those butler cafes in Japan?”

You nodded. Of course, you had; they were fairly infamous.

“It’s sort of like that, but it’s far more intimate. The staff smile at you with these warm smiles, as if they like you.” She sounded almost dreamy as she described it.

“Are you sure you weren’t tipsy?” You asked, a question intended to be a joke.

But Miyeon looked at you, her expression wavering with anxiety and desperation as if she were pining for someone. That overwhelming desire to see someone once more. Someone had a firm hold on her, something you had never seen before.

You decided to change the topic because her response had suddenly made you nervous.

“I won’t look nearly as cute as you do, Miyeon,” you pouted, that smell of old clothes wafting into the room. You had left most of your wardrobe untouched for over a year.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, (F/n),” she smiled warmly, “you’re pretty. You just don’t show it off.”

Together you both selected a dress, a stretch of sky blue, flowy fabric adorned with soft yellow dandelions. It reminded you of the summer. Today, however, it was being worn for only a mildly warm spring afternoon.

You had to steel yourself before leaving the house, because you had not dressed up for so long that it made you a tad insecure.

You both drove in silence for a while because it seemed your companion did not want to talk. Every time you glanced towards her, her face was twisted with nervousness. You decided you did not want to delve into that emotion.

“How’s the food at this place?” You inquired finally, instead of the countless questions that were heavy on your tongue.

“I don’t really remember,” Miyeon’s words were almost a whisper, “good, I think.”

You could not even laugh. There was something ominous about her response. Your usually composed best friend had transformed into someone else. Someone who was clasping the wheel with white knuckles, the speedometer a few ticks above the speed limit.

After a half-hour drive to the neighbouring town, you arrived at a restaurant in a secluded spot, somewhere you would never have guessed to check for a site to dine.

The exterior of the building was painted entirely black, as if in an attempt to disguise it. Dark green vines were crawling up the sides. White neon lettering was set above the front door, unlit but still bold against the dark paint. They read ‘Sugar & Spice’.

The car park was mostly full, and their customers seemed to be made up entirely of women.

Miyeon lingered in the driver’s seat for a moment, a slow, shuddering breath rising in her chest. And then she turned her head to you, abruptly filled with glee.

“Let’s go,” she said.

You walked together through the car park, weaving between cars. Miyeon led the way inside the restaurant, and you inhaled a short gasp upon following her.

In contrast to the warm heat of the sunlight outside, inside the building was a comforting coolness that brushed against your skin.

The floor was a black and red painted wood tiling, varnished till it glistened. The tables were dark black wood with red tablecloths. Everything was in shades of black and red, fitting together in a way that was not overwhelming to the eyes.

From the perfectly crimson roses in white vases, to the thin veils of curtaining that bled pale light into the room, to finally the glittery chandelier that hung above everyone’s heads, scattering golden stars across every surface beneath it - it must have taken a stroke of interior design ingenuity because it seemed beautiful in a way that resembled a dream.

And then there were the waiters.

No matter which one you looked at, you seemed to discover a beautiful man each time. They wore these maroon vests, these crisp dress shirts and dark ties, and you flushed as your interest zeroed in on their tight black pants that seemed to cling to the flesh of their thighs.

One of the waiters approached you upon catching sight of you and Miyeon idling near the front.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” he greeted, flashing you a dazzlingly bright smile. The golden nametag pinned on the breast of his vest read ‘Seokmin’ in cursive. His inky hair was gelled neatly, revealing his forehead.

You had almost entirely lost Miyeon to the strange hazy atmosphere, and so you took over.

“Good afternoon. Do you have a table available for two?” You asked.

“Certainly, honey,” Seokmin replied softly, and you could not help but flush; that nickname was far too flirtatious, “this way.”

You trailed him by a few metres as he took you both through the lines of tables. He collected a pair of menus on his way through, tucking them beneath his arm.

Miyeon sat opposite you dazedly, her attention elsewhere. You realised she was staring pointedly at another waiter serving a different table.

“I’ll be taking care of you both,” Seokmin began, and when you turned to meet his gaze, he winked at you, “raise your hand when you’re ready to order, and I’ll be right over. Is there anything else I can get you in the meantime?”

You now understood Miyeon’s vague description perfectly. Seokmin maintained eye contact with you as he spoke, and you felt as if the general murmur of conversation began to fade away.

Everyone else disappeared from your periphery; only Seokmin was there. You bit your bottom lip hard, and his hold over you shattered. The room around you swayed and then came back into focus.

“Um, just a jug of water, please,” you answered thinly, and Seokmin disappeared within moments. You patted the tablecloth in front of Miyeon, and she jolted back to attention.

“S-Sorry,” she stammered, “what is it?”

“This place is weird, Miyeon-ah,” you said, unnerve coiling around your vocal cords and making your words sound tight, “these waiters are abnormal.”

Goosebumps emerged as the sensation of eyes on you grew loud. You turned in your seat sharply, but there was no one.

“I know, isn’t it exciting?” Miyeon’s smile was far too sweet, “But is abnormal the right word? I think you mean that they’re supernaturally beautiful.”

“No,” you frowned, “it’s abnormal. Can we just get a couple of drinks and then leave?”

In comparison to your frown, Miyeon’s was of irritation and a flash of anger, like lightning. Her tone was almost aggressive as she argued with you.

“No, we drove half an hour to get here.”

You had never known her to speak so sharply before. Then, finally, it dawned on you that something had come across her, like an enchantment or perhaps a spell.

And then you looked more closely at the other patrons. In the few moments that you observed the room, you saw multiple girls knock their drinks, spill their food on their shirts, dropping their cutlery.

You remained quiet about it, feeling nerves prickle on your skin.

Deciding you did not want to pay any more attention to Miyeon because the sight of your possessed best friend was frightening, you kept your attention on the rest of the building. In the shadows at the edge of the room, you saw Seokmin and another male.

They were transparent, difficult to discern as if they were blending into the dark walls, but you could just see them by squinting. It seemed as if they were arguing about something, their expressions fierce and their conversation hushed.

Suddenly, their heads both turned towards you as if they could feel your attention. Seokmin’s face was cold and severe, something far more unnerving than the strange hold he had had on your earlier.

You jerked your head down to your hands to break away from him, realising you had taken fistfuls of the red tablecloths. By the time you looked back up, Seokmin was right beside your table with a jug of water.

That bright smile was back on his features, but it no longer felt genuine and charming. You looked desperately to Miyeon for help, to no avail. She was still observing that other waiter.

“You were watching us?” Seokmin’s lips were close to your ears as he crouched beside you, his breath sending shockwaves of electricity across your cheek.

“I-I didn’t see much,” you stammered, but he simply tutted in response, “but you saw us, right?”

You could not even add anything else, words trapped in your throat. You only nodded curtly.

Seokmin scoffed, “I guess he was right.”

And then he reverted to his original appearance, that warm and flirtatious waiter you had first met, although now you knew it was just a facade. You had seen his true colours, and they were shades of black and grey.

“Have you decided on anything?” Seokmin asked.

Your head was still spinning as you answered, “just an iced coffee, please.” You did not feel like eating.

Miyeon ordered pork cutlet ramen. As you watched her eat slowly, swallowing spoonfuls of broth, sweat began to gather in the crooks of your body.

You spent the entire meal on edge. Repeatedly, you felt the burn of eyes on the back of your neck or the side of your face. Occasionally, you caught two dark irises peering at you from the edge of your periphery, but when you looked directly at them, they would be gone. You tapped your foot impatiently, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

It was not entirely a bad or uncomfortable sensation. It was just different, like a cold shower. But once you grew accustomed to the stream of cold water, it was pleasant. Perhaps you had missed the attention after all.

Finally, you managed to uncover the owner of the searing eyes. It was not Seokmin, whom you had been expecting, but another staff member, the same one that had been arguing with Seokmin earlier.

He was just as beautiful, with thick lips and raven hair that trailed past his ears. His smile was also just as gorgeous. You swallowed beneath his attention.

The stranger wore an outfit that differed slightly from the others. Everything was the same, except for a golden sash around his waist. As you wondered why it was different, he ducked behind the bar, and it struck you that he was a bartender.

And then finally, Miyeon finished her meal, and she had no more excuses to remain there, so you dragged her back to the car.

Upon sitting in the driver’s seat, Miyeon burst into uncontrollable tears, burying her face in her hands.

“M-Miyeon, what’s wrong?”

“H-He served someone else. I can’t believe she served someone else,” she sobbed.

You could only stare at her in disbelief, truly disturbed.

Once she had collected herself, she drove you home in silence with tear-stained cheeks. Though you had been shaken up by your experience that afternoon, you were also impossibly inquisitive.

That evening, Miyeon sent you a text.

I don’t know why I acted like that, I’m sorry. I was being irrational. It was like I was in a dream.

You only responded that you understood because you did, sort of, but you also did not. Because you would never truly understand what had unfolded before you hours earlier.

As it became a well-worn thought in your mind, you began to want to return to Sugar & Spice. You had so many questions.

Why do all these girls flock to that restaurant? Why did they all look as if they had been hypnotised?

As if reading your mind, you received a letter that following Monday.

It came in an inky black envelope, emboldened against the usual white paper ones. You turned it onto its back, and it had been engraved with your name in golden lettering, Miss (F/n) (L/n).

You tore it open and withdrew a piece of folded scarlet paper from within. It had only a few paragraphs written on it, which read:

Dear Miss (L/n),

You are invited to attend the Sugar & Spice Twilight Gathering,

We hope to see you at 9 pm next Sunday in your best formalwear,

Sincerely,

The Staff at Sugar & Spice.

You spent the following week treasuring the letter, rereading it and keeping it tucked away in your pocket to savour. Skimming the words made your heart flutter every time.

You did not know how they knew where to send it or what your name was, but you could ask that alongside your previously devised questions. It was yet another supernatural thing to come from that restaurant.

During your time simultaneously panicked and excited over the invitation, you pored through your old dresses. You were pleasantly surprised to discover a black dress that Miyeon had once insisted you buy, with lace trim on the short sleeves.

It was easy enough to find shoes to match - half of your formal shoes were black.

On the night of the gathering, you paced around your apartment fully dressed an hour before you were supposed to leave. Your muscles were rigid with anxiety and a twinge of fear. You even briefly toyed with the thought of not attending.

What if you became entranced like Miyeon and the rest of the patrons had been? Would they all turn their attention to you and drag you in?

A low curiosity hummed inside you, constantly pulsing within you. It drove you to attend just to relieve it.

And so, you ended up in your car, retracing the drive to the Sugar & Spice restaurant.

Upon arrival, you discovered an empty car park. The neon sign above the entrance was now lit up, glowing a muffled white light. It felt ominous.

As you got out of the car and began to walk, you could have sworn that the shadows around you were moving, flitting across the corners of your vision. Now you wanted to get back in the car and drive home, your heart throbbing out of fear.

But instead, you entered the building, leaving behind that strange car park.

The room inside was drenched in golden light and a gentle warmth that made you feel immediately safer. However, it also lacked the people you had assumed would be inside.

It had the appearance that it was closed. Everything had been neatened and cleaned, chairs stacked, and dishes put back in their places. But the light was on, and the front door unlocked, so it could not be closed.

Right?

You scanned the room idly, beginning to suspect the letter to be a trick.

“You look lovely,” a voice spoke directly against your ear, breathing a cloud of hot air against your skin. You flinched and stumbled away.

It was that bartender you had observed the last time you were here. Up close, he was even more gorgeous. His eyes crinkled as he smiled, a gentle and kind expression. You could not help but stare at his petal-shaped lips. His nametag read ‘Hoetaek’. By the time you finished examining him, his face was shining in amusement.

“Thank goodness. I thought I was here alone. Are…aren’t there any other people? I thought this was a ‘gathering’,” you commented, gesturing to the empty room.

“Oh, there are other people here,” Hoetaek replied with a mischievous lilt.

Seokmin seemed to materialise out of nowhere. You were beyond being suspicious at this point, however.

“I was the one that invited her, Hyung,” he said, pacing towards you both.

“There are no rules,” Hoetaek retorted. Suddenly the air became hot and heavy, clinging to your frame.

Hoetaek’s arm drew around your waist and pulled you against him, his hand on your hip.

“We can share,” he hummed, “can’t we?”

Seokmin furrowed his brow in irritation, “you’re ridiculous. She’s mine.”

“Well, you should have gotten here first. She was up for grabs the moment she stepped through the door. I’m not going anywhere, so you’ll have to share,” Hoetaek responded firmly.

For a moment they were both silent, having a wordless standoff as they stared at each other. Finally, you slipped out of Hoetaek’s arm, frowning.

“I wish you would both stop talking about me like I’m not here.”

You blinked, and Hoetaek’s face was dangerously close to yours; his body craned because you were shorter than him. You could feel his breath skimming against your lips, see the darkness swirling beneath his soft and playful facade.

“On the contrary, we’re speaking like that because you’re here, sweetness.”

Suddenly your legs felt unsteady. Hoetaek seemed to sense that because his arms curled around your back to hold you. And then, abruptly and unpredictably, he kissed you. It was only a curt kiss, but it was enough to spread a blush from your neck to your face. Hoetaek grinned, obviously pleased with himself.

“I-I…what was that?” You spluttered, the only words you could manage.

“He’s teasing you,” Seokmin’s light voice came from behind you. He had caged you in against Hoetaek.”

“So you’re in?” Hoetaek asked Seokmin, looking at him over your shoulder. In response, the latter wrapped his arms around you as well, pulling your ass flush against his hips. You melted against him, impulsively deciding to give in to whatever their plans were.

“We’re going to show you someplace special,” Seokmin hummed lowly, “but once you go in there, you can’t walk back out until we’re done with you.”

Although your throat was dry and your body was taut with nerves, you were so fucking horny for them. Ever since you had felt the warmth of their hands radiating through your clothing, you had lost all inhibitions. It was as if their touch was magic.

“Show me,” you replied.

Seokmin flashed that thousand-watt smile at you and then at Hoetaek, who reflected at him his own bright, toothy grin.

“Let’s go, then, honey,” Seokmin said, and they interlaced their fingers with each of your hands, tugging you forwards.

There was a maze of corridors in the restaurant’s back, seemingly stretching endlessly past what was possible for a building of this size. There was a pitch-black door at every turn with golden doorknobs.

Hoetaek and Seokmin were arguing about something again, but you could not discern their words. Arousal was buzzing against your ears, blocking them out.

They seemed to come to an agreement, stopping in front of one of the doors. Hoetaek opened it, leading the three of you inside.

A wall of flowery perfume washed over you, fogging your already cloudy mind. Inside was a beautiful, plush bedroom, matching the general theme of inky blacks and vibrant reds.

There was a velvety crimson sofa, a black duvet on top of a wide queen-sized bed, and a single, flawless rose perched in a delicate base. You sensed that the rose was the source of the fragrant scent that was so dizzyingly strong.

You were light-headed, so you swiftly moved to the couch to ground yourself. You blinked, and Seokmin had stolen the remaining space beside you, leaving Hoetaek to frown.

“Don’t make that face, bartender,” Seokmin was grinning, “why don’t you get us a drink~?”

Hoetaek examined you both for a brief moment and then replied, “if I leave right now, I’ll miss out on all the action.”

Seokmin’s fingers ghosted over the wispy strands of hair against your temple.

“I suppose by now you’ve figured out what we’re after, haven’t you, honey?”

You had not precisely thought it, but you had sensed it. That feeling as if they were going to devour you, but not in a way resembling the usual definition of that word. Like they were going to fuck you, to ruin sex for you forever. To make them your first thought when you were horny.

Actually thinking that made a cascade of heat run from your scalp to your toes. You became hyper-aware of Seokmin’s weight on the sofa beside you. Said male was leaning close to you all of a sudden, his nose grazing your cheek.

“Wow,” Seokmin breathed, “you started smelling so fucking good right now. Did you know that?”

Your vision was misty as you turned to look at him. Your interest fluttered over his broad chest, the tan stretch of the skin of his neck, his sharp jaw, and then his eyes, which were aflame with desire.

Seokmin reached over and smoothed his hand over your cheek.

“S-Seokmin…please do something,” you mumbled, rubbing your thighs together for just an ounce of relief.

“Hmm? Do what?” He teased. He was so close that you could feel the heat from his lips ebbing against yours.

“Don’t toy with her,” Hoetaek chuckled, his voice echoing from somewhere near your knees. He slid his palms between your thighs and parted them, pushing the hem of your dress up to your hips. Every time his hands met your legs, there were fireworks of excitement in the pit of your belly.

“It drags things out,” Hoetaek continued, his fingers creeping up between your thighs and grazing your underpants, “makes things go too slowly. We all want the same thing, and it doesn’t help to dance around the topic.”

You yelped when he hooked his fingers beneath your panties, making direct contact with your tingling pussy. He was sliding his index finger between the wet folds, and you had to grasp Seokmin’s broad shoulders.

“H-Hoetaek,” you gasped, a plea for more, and he laughed, “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“I disagree,” Seokmin interjected, drawing your attention back to him. His lips brushed against yours in the slightest kiss you had ever received, “I like drawing it out.”

You leaned forwards to kiss him again, and as if to prove his point, he ducked his head back.

“The more desperate you get (F/n), the better.”

You sighed in frustration, and he chuckled amusedly, grasping your chin and finally kissing you.

It was a deep, slow kiss that simulated this sensation of being sucked into him, and then Hoetaek pinched your clit, and your daze was shattered. You tried to gasp into the kiss, but Seokmin swallowed it up, his tongue slipping between your parted lips. The sweet flavour of his saliva permeated your tastebuds.

“Mm, you’re getting wetter by the moment, sweetness,” Hoetaek purred.

And then he licked a stripe up your pussy, from your entrance to your clit.

“Oh!” You breathed, earning a low laugh from Seokmin, “baby girl, you’re so responsive.”

Hoetaek began to work your pussy with his lips and tongue, using techniques that felt more like magic than oral. It was impossibly good, even before he slid two fingers inside of you. You threw your head back, your hands flying to Hoetaek’s dark hair. You needed something to hold onto before you ascended into the ceiling.

Your focus zeroed in on the jagged pleasure that was rushing through you, unrelenting cries passing from your lungs.

“Don’t forget about me,” Seokmin whispered against your ear, “I think you need something to shut you up.”

You turned to him, disorientated, wondering why he was moving around so much and coming to face his crotch directly. He was on his knees, unbuckling his belt with deft fingers, and when he pulled them down, he revealed a hefty bulge in his plain boxers.

“S-Seokmin,” you stammered, and he flashed at you that impossibly dazzling smile.

“Our names are pretty heavy on your lips tonight, aren’t they, honey?”

With that statement, he dropped both his bottoms, revealing his cock.

It was tan and quite veiny as if engorged with cum, but also rather thick, resembling the girth of a can of soft drink. There was no way your jaw would comfortably fit around him.

“I-I can’t,” you began, but Seokmin’s hand was in your hair before you could express your concerns any further, and your head was overcome with thoughts surrounding the potential flavour of him.

Your jaw was stretched to its limit as Seokmin pushed his cock inside your mouth, aching with exertion. He dragged you forwards forcefully, your nose meeting the small, trimmed blossom of dark pubes above his dick. His tip made contact with the back of your throat, and you gagged, spit spilling down your chin.

“Is it too big for you?” Seokmin laughed, “but you don’t care, do you, baby girl? You just want me to fuck your throat.” He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, uncaring that you were spluttering around him.

The combination of that and Hoetaek’s constant ministrations made your head feel light, an orgasm coiling around your core. Hoetaek’s fingers crooked, and you choked around Seokmin, your orgasm crashing over your head. Your vision was speckled with tiny stars, your legs trembling violently.

Hoetaek was licking his now glossy lips, sitting back on his heels.

“Delicious~,” he hummed happily. You could only give him a side glance because Seokmin’s grip on your hair was still firm. Finally, he released you, and your head lolled backwards, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the pearly head of his cock.

You did not even bother to wipe your chin. Instead, you looked directly at Seokmin, inwardly begging for more.

“On your feet, honey,” he ordered. Your limbs were quivering as you stood, stumbling almost drunkenly.

Both males assisted you to the mattress, sitting you on the edge of the bed between them both.

“This dress is cute and all, but I need it gone,” Hoetaek commented, tugging at the waist of the black fabric.

“Agreed,” responded Seokmin. They exchanged a glance, and then your body was bare, even your underpants gone. You clasped your hands over your breasts, defending them against the cold air.

“Mm, don’t do that,” Hoetaek murmured, and it was his turn to kiss you. He took your wrists and pulled them away from your chest, revealing your nipples to the atmosphere.

Hoetaek was far more rushed in his kisses. It made you feel crazed and flustered, and his lips were incredible and honeyed. In the meantime, Seokmin’s large hands palmed your breasts, rolling your sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

You groaned when Seokmin’s heated mouth enclosed over your peaked buds, suckling them between his teeth.

“Ah,” you breathed against Hoetaek, “when are you both going to fuck me?”

Both of them laughed softly, sharing amusement between them.

And then they were staring you down, ravaging you with their gaze only. Your vision fogged in arousal. Out of desperation and without hesitation, you turned to Hoetaek and began to unbutton his pants.

He helped you remove them alongside his boxers, unveiling quite a lengthy cock. You wrapped your fist around the base, and Hoetaek’s hand grasped your neck in retaliation. He squeezed lightly until you let go.

“Ah-ah,” his voice was almost a growl, “not so eager, sweetness. You’ll keep your hands to yourself, and you’ll do what we ask you to do. Got that?”

You nodded, your bottom lip trembling.

“On your hands and knees, with your ass facing me,” Seokmin ordered from behind you, and you were quivering because all of a sudden, the air was cold and thick.

You had thought they were being mean earlier, but this had been nothing compared to now. Every ounce of warmth in their tones had dissipated.

You fucking loved it.

“Open up,” Hoetaek barely waited for you to get comfortable on your hands and knees before grabbing a fistful of your hair. He pulled sharply, forcing you to look up at him.

“Ah!” You hissed, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. He laughed coldly and sunk your mouth down on his cock. He was so lengthy that you could only get about halfway down before gagging.

Behind you, Seokmin was running his cock through your folds, doused with your cum from moments earlier.

“I’m gonna be nice and fuck you, even if your tiny pussy can’t take me,” Seokmin drawled, “and I’ll cum inside of you first. And then Hoetaek’s gonna take his turn fucking you too.”

But the sound of Hoetaek’s cock sloppily fucking your throat obscured your hearing, and so you barely registered Seokmin’s words.

You did not care what his plans were, anyway, as long as they were to fuck you until you could not take it anymore.

Seokmin began to push his thick cock inside of you, and you had the abrupt realisation that he was just a little bit too big for you.

The stretch stung - you groaned in response. But, eventually, he bottomed out, and you were full of him.

“You took all of me, baby girl,” Seokmin commented, almost out of disbelief.

You hummed, looking up at Hoetaek with the best doe eyes you could muster. He chuckled, flashing you a fleeting arrogant grin before burying his cock deep inside your mouth, purposefully making you choke.

Seokmin began to fuck you, having hardly waited for you to adjust before pistoning himself inside of you. It took him mere moments to grow relentless.

Your eyes screwed shut tightly, your head spinning between the two cocks. Drool was collecting on your jaw and your nose; it was everywhere because Hoetaek was being rather rough.

Hoetaek tugged on your hair again, and you opened your eyes in shock.

“Keep looking at me,” he ordered. Your vision was blurred with tears as you tried to keep your gaze steady on Hoetaek, staring into his lust-darkened eyes.

“Tell me you want me to cum inside of you, (F/n),” Seokmin said, his voice rising in volume, “say it!”

Hoetaek pulled his cock out of our mouth, and you gasped out of desperation, “please, I want you to fill me up with your cum!”

Seokmin’s thrusts grew wild. Your arms collapsed beneath you, and you face-planted into the duvet.

And then he came; you could feel it. His cum was hot, and because you were already so full of him, it spilled out and trickled down the insides of your thighs.

You breathed heavily, exhausted, laying flat against the bedding. You could vaguely hear and feel them shifting around.

All of a sudden, strong arms wrapped around you, drawing you back against someone’s soft shirt. You blinked away the fuzz of your vision and recognised Seokmin, kneeling in front of you, baring his teeth in a cheeky grin.

“You can take more, can’t you?” Hoetaek purred, his hot breath fogging against your neck. The length of his cock was leaning against the plush flesh of your inner thigh.

“Please,” you slurred, and both of them laughed.

“You’re such a slut,” Seokmin growled, cupping your face and kissing you.

And as he kissed you, Hoetaek’s long cock pushed inside of you. Seokmin had stretched you out enough for him to enter you with ease, but he hit a wall inside of your pussy before he could bottom out, a spot that had remained untouched for your entire life.

It was simply a different sensation to Seokmin. Not better or worse. It was just as good but in a different way and equally as dizzying.

Hoetaek seemed more vocal in comparison to Seokmin - but perhaps that was just because his lips were so close to your ears. He was emitting these low hums from deep in his chest.

As Hoetaek fucked his cock in and out of you, Seokmin withdrew from the kiss to stare directly at you. Your eyes were half-lidded as you peered back.

“You look so fucked out,” he laughed, “I bet I can make you even more fucked out, though.”

Your mind was so sluggish that it took you a few moments to register his statement, and by then, his hand was already between your legs. He began to rub harsh circles over your clit.

“Oh my, fuck!” You exclaimed, having hardly expected that. Your clit was so sensitive that you came instantly, your vision whiting out as your pussy clamped down around Hoetaek.

Hoetaek breathed something between a laugh and a groan, and as you came down from your orgasm, you realised his cum was dripping down your thighs as well, his hot semen mingling with Seokmin’s.

Both of them released you, and you fell flat against the covers, fatigue seeping into every muscle on your body. The duvet was cool and comfortable, and you sunk into a blissfully happy state.

“(F/n).”

Seokmin was smiling down at you sweetly when you finally gathered the strength to turn your head towards him. They had both reverted to their kind, gentle facades that they had first greeted you with.

“Why don’t you have a sleep?” Seokmin offered, “we’ll keep you company.”

Hoetaek was sitting on the bed beside you, his eyes crinkling warmly.

“Really? I’ll get the sheets dirty,” you frowned, only now noticing the sheen of sweat layered on every inch of your body.

The two of them exchanged an amused smirk as if sharing an inside joke.

“Don’t worry, sweetness. These sheets have seen a lot,” Hoetaek hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You slept that night between two dangerously attractive men, waking with disbelief dawning on you once you recounted the previous evening.

They sent you off with a black piece of paper, and to summarise the text written on it; you were allowed to return to the restaurant at any time and steal them to satiate yourself.

You would spend countless nights shared between them because their hands, and their cocks, were so much better than anyone else.

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[milkybonya]

always, i loved you

order 035, anon: large honey milk tea with regular tapioca pearls for pentagon's Hui

warnings: lots of dialogue and very nostalgia/flashback oriented, otherwise just fluff :")

summary: you and boyfriend!Hui reminisce on your past and Hui realizes you've loved him for longer than he's been aware of.

word count: 939

barista 🥛's 💌: did u know this is my fav photo of Hui?! well now u know ♡ is anyone excited for ptg's comeback ?! i can't wait >.< p.s. i struggled writing this lmao

Hui kicks at your leg, making you lose your balance as you sit on the floor with your back towards the couch and your hands holding a gaming console.

"darn, Hui! i'm losing because of you!" you whine.

"that was the point," Hui says, a mischievous expression on his face as his character makes it to the mariokart finish line.

"always choose princess peach for the win, what did i tell you?" Hui says, contently shuffling around in his spot.

"you won 'cause you cheated and pushed me," you huff, taking the gaming consoles and putting them away before switching the tv off.

"a win's a win either way. now, you owe me some pancakes!" Hui cheers.

"coming right up," you grumble, standing up, but Hui pulls you down again to kiss the top of your forehead before letting you go.

as you're preparing the pancake mix, Hui joins you in the kitchen and leans back against the counter.

"this reminds me of our first date," he says, smiling at you fondly.

on your first date, Hui invited you over to cook together, except neither of you were confident, so you ended up just making pancakes. it all took place in your kitchen, just like things are happening now. back then though, the two of you were more nervous and didn't know each other that well.

"i dipped my finger in the mix and touched your face, but the mix slid down and it looked like you were crying," Hui reminisces, slowly walking over and doing the same thing he did back then.

you pout and act as if you're truly crying, and Hui kisses your lips with a laugh, wiping the pancake mix off your face.

"back then, i realized i really loved you," Hui says, stroking the top of your head.

"really? i knew that from way before. that i love you, i mean," you say, stirring the pancake mixture.

"oh? and when was that?" Hui asks, wrapping his arms around you and engulfing you in a back hug.

"back when we were still friends way back at the start, in high school, even. there was this one time when you sang for the class for your music club presentation... seeing the passion on your face and hearing your voice gave me goosebumps. i fell in love with you a thousand times over in that moment," you explain.

"wait so.. when did you first start liking me, then?" Hui asks, mumbling into your neck as he nuzzles his face into it.

"ah... that's a secret!" you say, starting to feel a bit embarrassed.

"what?! but i already know now it was sometime in high school!" Hui whines.

"and that's all you'll know," you say.

Hui's whines grow louder and he softly tickles you, trying to get any sort of answer from you.

"i'll only stop if you tell me!"

"fine, fine!" you pant, catching your breath as Hui finally lets go.

"i saw you in an empty classroom once before we were even friends. you were practicing singing for something and i couldn't even see your face, just your back. your voice was so beautiful that it made my heart flutter. after that day, i couldn't get your voice out of my head. that's how i knew i liked you."

Hui looks at you in disbelief, shaking his head.

"so you liked me before we were even friends?"

you nod and sigh, pitying yourself and your feelings that were one-sided back then.

"wow.." Hui says.

he's silent for a while as he processes everything. then, he asks you how you were able to feel the same way for so many years and not lose interest.

"because you were and are that special to me," you say.

"would you believe me if i told you you're special to me, too?" Hui asks.

you shake your head, not in disbelief, but at Hui's playful tone of voice.

"i started liking you after you befriended me because you joined my club. back then, you couldn't read music yet, and i taught you how to read it, remember? there was a day when you finally got the hang of it and you came to me all excited, showing me that you could finally read music. my heart raced so hard when you gave me a high-five and ran up to me like that... that's when i realized," Hui explains.

you smile fondly at the memory, recalling the way Hui blushed at you when you thanked him for letting you join his music club and teaching you how to read music.

"back then, i was so unsure of myself, but when i was finally doing something right, i felt so proud. and you were the first person who i wanted to tell," you say.

Hui kisses your cheek and rubs your shoulders, holding you close for a moment as he speaks.

"i remember that. and i know you have times, now, when you're still unsure of yourself. you know that it's okay to be unsure, right? you don't have to know everything, and you don't have to know yourself. just give yourself time to live and experience everything, all the things you want. then, you'll learn more about yourself, bit by bit."

"when did this turn into a lecture?" you ask Hui, who laughs in response.

you call his words a lecture, but they really do touch your heart. Hui knows they do, too. he knows now that he'll only tell you pretty things like that. it's the least he can do for someone who has loved him for such a long time.

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