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saeran-imagines · 3 years

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h-hey can you do a suit saeranxreader...? i dont have any specific request so you can do what you want 🥺

Hey ya howdy doodle doo!! Sorry for taking so long on this omgggg I have a harder time writing for Suit Saeran than most of his other versions so it took me a while to figure out what I wanted to do with this ! There’s SO many different interpretations of him, and I always worry that mine is different from the majority 👉👈 I hope you like it regardless though, and thanks for the request ! I had fun with it despite my initial struggles hehe 😊❤

⚠️ Warnings: Typical Suit Saeran™ behavior that could be seen as abusive (nothing worse than what’s already in canon though) and mild injury ⚠️

"What are you doing, toy?" The booming voice followed by the slam of the door sends you jumping from your spot in bed. You don’t think Saeran could make a quiet entrance if he tried. He's always the center of any room he's in, unlike Ray, who you have to actively focus on to know he's even there.

"I'm-" you start, but he stomps over and yanks the phone out of your hands before you can finish speaking.

"Who said you could download that? I'm the only thing you need to look at." You have a moment of grief over your score as he closes the game you were playing.

"But you weren't here," you argue back. He can't expect you to stare at a wall the whole time he's gone, he only visits a few times a day.

"Well I'm gonna take this away, how about that?" He smirks, dangling your phone in front of your face. "Then you'll be begging for me to come back and play with you."

"What about the RFA?" you ask. "Don't you need me for party planning?" Saeran- through Rika's command- has blocked you from accessing the messenger, so your plea is a bit of a long shot. Given the pair’s instability, though, you don't expect this time-out to last much longer. You’d really rather not lose your phone, it’s the only thing keeping you sane while you sort out whatever the hell is going on with this sudden personality switch.

"Haven't I made it clear?" he scoffs. "You failed that job. You won't ever talk to them again. I'm the only one you'll talk to until I decide to throw you out with the trash."

"Well if you take my phone away then YOU can't talk to me either," you snap back. His expression twists with anger, and you immediately regret your impulsive retort.

"You think I need you?! You're NOTHING to me," he shouts. His hands clench around your phone until his knuckles turn white.

"I thought I was supposed to be your toy. How can I entertain you if I can't talk to you?" You attempt to reason with him in a calmer manner than before, hoping it'll counteract your 'talking back' from before.

"Then entertain me now." He grabs you by the shoulder and slams you down onto the bed. You hear the pop reverberate inside your bones before you feel a sharp pain from the place he grabbed you. You wince. A tear starts forming in your eye, more from the shock of an unexpected injury than the pain itself.

Saeran's eyes widen with horror and he quickly gets off of you. His body draws back with fear and his eyes frantically dart across your body, scanning for any visible injuries. His frightened demeanor almost has you believe he's reverted back to Ray, but a loud shout sends that thought flying out of your head.

"What happened?! Why are you acting like that?" He harshly squeezes your injured shoulder to check the damage, which has you flinching again. That wasn't the most pleasant way to assess the damage, but the dulling pain confirms that it isn't anything serious. Your relief is more for his sake than yours, you can just picture the breakdown he would have had if it was broken.

"It's okay Saeran," you try to keep your voice neutral so he doesn't get upset at your attempt to comfort him. "It just popped." His heavy breathing slows down. He lets go of your shoulder, the change in pressure making you wince a third time. That's gonna be sore for a few days after all the rough treatment, but you'll take some soreness over what could have happened.

"You're useless." His insult lacks its usual confidence. "What am I supposed to do with a broken toy?" He tosses your phone back on your bed and leaves. The door doesn't slam for once.

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mysmesomefluff · 3 years

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changed my mind... AGAIN.

i’m gonna extend the story a little, purely to include SaeranxReader fluff (or angst?) :)

#believe again

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my-soul-sings · 3 years

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writing ch 34 of Believe Again is getting me in that mood I started this story with (man I missed writing the SaeranxReader parts) — time to turn on the quiet sad music so I can bask in this

#my soul rants #couldn’t resist starting on this chapter even tho I just updated ch 33 #its honestly so nostalgic #its like circling back to the first few chapters of the story #and writing that quiet sweet angst/fluff #when I finish this fic I’m really going to be very sad haha #as much as I’ve tortured myself over finishing it #I might never be able to write something like this again

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let-it-die-cherry-blog · 7 years

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Title: Mine Word count: 3,017 Page count: 6 Ship: SaeranxMC/Reader Summary: MC took the choice to lie to Saeran, expecting him to put her through hell, but little did she know that wasn’t his intention at all, but a mans desire will always be there, no matter what.

[y/n]: nope nothing here Unknown: Are you going to keep lying to me [Y/N]: wait you can see me? Mission failed…

You remembered that day clearly. It was only a couple of months ago. When you saw him you were scared, but for some reason you willingly went with him, there was a air of kindness…you didn’t know how or why, but you trusted him, so you took his hand and he lead you away.

It’d been a while, but you and Unknown, or rather, Saeran had grown close. You did simple tasks, chores, checked security cameras. Nothing too demanding like you’d expected. He often made you pray to his lord and was insistent on you wearing an eye patch and face mask while in public to hide your identity. You knew very little about the larger picture of the job he was doing, but you had faith in him. It wasn’t at all what you’d been expecting when the odd young man appeared in your life. He could be harsh and detached, but he wasn’t unkind. He snapped at you sometimes, but it was only when he was really focused and you did something to disrupt it, but he usually apologized after he finished working.

You’d grown to like him, you’d sit and watch him from the small love seat you often sat on, watching him type away. You did chores like sweep and cook, but the biggest thing you did was ensuring the security cameras were working, and that was really meant to be your only job. Honestly, to you, it appeared as if he only wanted company.

At first he was stubborn, he only wanted you to do work he assigned you, but after a couple of days his frozen and cold nature began to thaw. You were grateful and soon enough you were able to get him to do things you wanted. The biggest thing you would always insist on is eating together. Breakfast and dinner. You would always ask him how busy he was before cooking, when he was desperate on time or really focused you made quick meals instant ramen, maybe rice, but when it was more chill you’d make full course meals, as he rarely ate. He’d never tell you, but he was grateful to have you around.

Soon enough you two would go out on walks when he needed to cool down, you accompanied him wherever he went, unless told otherwise. It was a mutually beneficial relationship. You were given a job and place to live, and he was given company and someone to look after him, but there was a huge issue.

You were both still young, late teens to early twenties. You both were…sexually frustrated. To say the least. It wasn’t uncommon for you two to see each other naked every once in a while, there was only one bathroom and Saeran had a habit of being very quiet so you never heard him walking around and you never fully closed your door, incase he needed you. It became less frequent, for a bit, then you both started doing it deliberately, often purposefully walking in on each other or leaving the door open.

It was getting difficult, you’d both grown to have feelings for each other, and both were sexually attracted to each other. You knew it was only a matter of time. However the way things went weren’t what you were expecting.

It was a late autumn afternoon, you were sitting on the couch watching Saeran, he’d seemed frustrated today, and he’d gotten in a fight with someone over the phone. He was constantly turning around to look at you before going back to work. You were bored and growing impatient with him, you two were supposed to go out to buy groceries, and he told you his work shouldn’t take too long, that was three hours ago.

You carefully stood from the love seat, trying to not make too much noise. He swirled his chair too look at you and you weren’t too far away.

“Saeran, you said wed go out, I’m bored and can’t make dinner until you finish whatever you’re doing!” You huffed. His eyes saddened a bit.

“Look, [Y/N] i’m sorry, but I just don’t have any motivation today. I don’t think I’ll be able to finish, I think we have some ramen left,” He was about to swirl back around when you grabbed his chair and sat in his lap, something you’d only done twice before due to being agitated.

“Then I’ll give you some motivation,” You weren’t sure what you’d done, but you liked it. The closeness, his cheeks as they reddened. You leaned forward. “Finish your work and after we go get groceries and have dinner you can have a special dessert,” you leaned forward and kissed his neck and felt his bulge grow, but you quickly moved off. “But you have to finish work first. I have a to make a grocery list,” you walked away, nose in the air. Leaving him to watch you, he shook his head and quickly went back to work.

It wasn’t long after that you felt strong pale arms wrap around your waist, and a breathy voice whispered in your ear. “[Y/N] let’s go, I’m really excited for desert,” and now it was your turn to blush. you felt like you were going to melt, he pulled back, running his hand through your [h/l] [h/c] hair, you watched him walk away and then felt his hoodie hit you in the face as you turned toward his direction. “It’s cold, wear my hoodie,” he turned towards you and you smiled and put it on. It was warm and smelled like him. You zipped it up and took his hand.

“Let’s go,” you smiled and he looked toward the mask on the counter in the kitchen. “Do I have to?” You whined and he turned to look you dead in the eyes.

“Its for your safety, the last thing I wanna do is lose you,” he was always very protective of you, this was a common occurrence. You put it behind your ears and over your mouth and nose. You grabbed your small clutch purse and put it in the hoodie pocket and you both walked to his car. You sat beside him and watched him closely, he seemed very fidgety. You leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“[Y/N] not while I’m driving, are you dumb,” he pushed you away, not taking his eyes off the road, you felt the car swerve a bit and tried to sit still, but you were anxious. You knew you’d have to hold up your end of the bargain, but you weren’t confident.

You lacked self confidence and you’d only had sex once or twice prior, and they were just flings. Saeran wasn’t a fling. He was important to you, and you didn’t want to disappoint. You wanted to please him, but you weren’t sure how.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t notice he’d parked. “[Y/N] we’re here,” he said as you came out of your daze. He looked at you concerned. “You alright, you seem really out of it,”

You looked at him and smiled, it had an edge of nervousness to it, but you quickly got out of the car. Before he could notice.

You two stepped inside and parted ways to gather things quicker. You got the produce and cold items, he got the dry and frozen items. It wasn’t much, just some ramen, rice, fish, and a few other things, but it was enough to make dinner for the next couple of days.

“Hello~” the clerk looked up at you and winked. He looked twice your age and was totally creepy. Saeran was still putting things on the belt and didn’t notice, the clerk continued to flirt and when Saeran did notice he was quick to grab you by your waist and pull you close to him. He didn’t have his hoodie on so his muscled arms were in full view, he was strong and intimidating. He wasn’t the tallest or the biggest, but the tattoo and piercing mint eyes just seemed to eat away at the soul.

The clerk quickly packed everything and they left. As you were walking out he grabbed your arm, it was a bit harsh, but it didn’t hurt. You looked up at him and saw something you’d never seen before in his eyes.

“You’re mine, got that. Anyone tries to flirt with you make sure they knew you’re taken,” possessiveness. You’d seen him over protective, angry, even a bit jealous, but this was new. He’d never been possessive over you.

He took the bags and loaded the trunk while you got in the car, it took him a bit so you were left to think about his eyes, the anger that you saw when he noticed the clerk flirting with you, then it hit you. ‘You’re mine’ you let out a high pitched squeak just as he got in the car and buckled up, he turned toward you as the engine turned over.

“What you a mouse now?” His tone was light hearted, unlike your heart. Your thoughts and heart were racing as your [e/c] eyes met his.

“No I’m a cat,”

“More like kitten,” he smirked as he backed out of the spot. He seemed to be going a bit faster as you two drove back to the secluded location you two called home.

It was odd tonight, he helped you with dinner. He chopped things, made the rice and salad. You knew why, but kept asking him why he was. You got the same answer every time. Him blushing and rolling his eyes. Dinner was much quicker to make with him helping. You sat at the table and he moved the chair to be closer to you.

“Thank you Sara, for helping me, you should help me more often, I like spending time with you and now that I’m yours-” you cooed and he dropped his fork and choked on the bit of salmon he had in his mouth. You grinned “-You should really pay more attention to me,” your tone was teasing and playful. You could see the lust in his eyes as you smirked. Towards the end of dinner you began to tease him, running your fingers along his thigh, letting out small moans, licking your lips. As soon as you finished eating he grabbed you by the arm.

“I’ll clean up later, I’m done being played with,” he brought you to his room and closed the door and pressed you against it. you felt his length grow between his thighs as he left little pecks on your lips. Teasing you, he finally gave in and kissed you, you bit his lip and tugged, but he refused entry, but when he tugged at your lips you gasped and he forced his tongue into your mouth. It tasted like cherry soda and rice. He swirled his tongue around and you tried to fight, tried pushing your tongue into his mouth, but he continued to refuse you entry. He made it VERY clear who was the dominant.

He pulled back to unzip the hoodie and toss it. Making quick work of your shirt, removing it and then pinning your arms above your head. You couldn’t help but moan, oohs and aahs just escaped your mouth, every breath you took escaped as a moan as he kissed along your jawline, and your neck, he kissed along your collarbone and then to your sweet spot, he teased you by kissing and sucking around it, gently licking the spot and you felt your knees buckle, he put his knee between your thighs to keep you up as he released your arms. You would’ve fallen if not for your legs being tangled. He removed his tank top and reached behind and unclipped your bra. His hands were shaking a bit and you knew he was just as nervous as you, but the ecstasy was enough to keep you both going.

He looked up at you. “promise to tell me if you want me to stop, okay,” his smile was sweet as he pulled you toward the bed and pushed you down, he threw your bra in the pile of clothes along with his tank top, he straddled your legs and admired your body. You were going to cover up, but quickly remembered it was him and kept your arms above your head. He leaned down, kissing your nipples “They’re beautiful, just like you,” he pressed his lips to one and you yelped. He was startled, but you wrapping your legs around his hips made him continue. You let out soft moans and squeaks as he massaged your breast, and sucked on the other, you could feel how hard he was, and you knew he could feel your wetness through your panties, your skirt covering your abdomen. He swirled his tongue around your nipple, and then he gently bit down. You arched your back and eyes widened, you let out a loud moan and he looked up “Oooh~ i like that reaction,” he chuckled and tugged on the other one as he bit the one he was sucking on again. Soft nibbles that drove you crazy, heat rising in you.

“Sa-er-ran!” You managed and he looked up. You looked at him lustfully, but he shook his head.

“No, you’ve teased me for too long, it’s your turn,” he moved and began to suck on the other, prodding at it with his tongue and grazing it with his teeth. He reached down and felt your panties with his finger tips. he looked up with fake surprise. “Oh my I guess someone’s excited~” he purred and he rubbed his fingers on the cloth covered area. You wriggled beneath him, wanting him so bad to fill you with his cock. He leaned up and your legs fell.

“Saeran I need-” he cut you off with a kiss, before pulling back. He removed your skirt and panties and looked at your wet pussy. He licked his lips as he played with your clit, using two fingers to spread the dripping wet hold. He put the tip of his finger in and you bucked your hips.

“Oh wow, you really are sensitive. You’re so horny it’s adorable,” he whispered as he slid a finger in, he swirled it inside, curling it and pumping. You were tight, but he pushed another finger in, playing around. He pulled his fingers out and licked his finger tips. “You taste so sweet, wanna try,” you watched him move up and push his fingers between your lips. You licked them, swirling your tongue around them and after you cleaned your juices from his fingers he went back down. “i need more,” he opened the hole again and slut his tongue in. You let out a loud moan and pushed his head close. He swirled his tongue around inside and you only took a few seconds before you came, you’d held it in for so long, but it wasn’t over. You looked at him and watched him lick his lips. He swallowed and grinned.

“S-sto-stop looking at me like that,” you looked away and he chuckled. He walked toward his night stand and pulled out a condom.

“I would love to just let my seed spill inside you, but I’m not ready for that. I have so much fun planned for you,” he removed his pants slowly, leaving his boxers, he was large and hard. You looked at him and he removed his black boxers. He sprung out free. You swallowed hard and watched him roll the condom down his length and he got back on the bed and he lifted your legs over his shoulder. He carefully entered and you wimpered. “oh god you’re so tight, I hope I’m not hurting you,” you shook your head and he smiled lovingly, your legs were over his shoulder and he leaned in and kissed you as he pushed himself inside. You both moaned in each others mouths and your eyes widened. He pulled back and began moving.

He swirled his hips, and slowly thrusted. He was teasing you, he watched you and as you were about to speak he would quicken the pace. Moving his hips. He watched the sweat glisten off of you. You had your eyes closed and your moans got louder with each thrust. The room was filled with your moans and his grunts. His heavy breathing got closer as he leaned down and kissed you again, your legs falling from his shoulders as he lifted you onto his lap. You bounced on his lap, your breasts bouncing along with his rhythmic thrusts. The sloppy sounds coming from your wet pussy just turned him on More. After minutes of pleasure that felt like hours his pace quickened. You were both close. You felt your stomach knot up as you both got close to your climax. You both moaned louder and louder.

“Saeran cum with me,” you spoke breathily, trembling and shaking as he nodded. He kissed you and pressed you down onto the bed as he came with you. Both moaning each others names. The room fell silent as he pulled out.

“[Y/N] thank you, for being her. You truly are a princess,” he smiled and kissed your forehead. He pulled out and removed the condom, throwing it in the garbage in the bathroom. He came back and you were laying on the bed breathing heavily, the moonlight glistening off your body.

“Saeran, come here,” you opened your arms and he smiled, laying beneath you, your legs tangled with his and he held you close, protectively. He pulled the blanket over you and whispered.

“Rest now princess,” he kissed your forehead and you dozed off into a heavy slumber, happily in your prince’s arms. “You’re mine, got that,” he smiled and dozed off to.

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mysmesomespacechips · 6 years

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Merry Choi-mas! - Day 11

Summary: 12 days of Choi-mas: A collection of fluffy holiday-themed one-shots with the Choi twins. (AO3)

Kissing under the mistletoe: SaeranxReader

by @mysmesomefluff

It’s finally done. Standing from the top of the ladder, you get a good view of the now festive-looking bunker. The fairy lights decorating the tree add a beautiful glow to the absurdly large Christmas tree — Saeyoung was overly enthusiastic for Christmas and even MC could not stop him from buying it — and Christmas stockings are hanging along the wall next to it. There’s an incredibly detailed gingerbread house model on the dining table, and a bunch of random ornaments, including plastic candy canes and snowcats, strung up along the walls of the bunker.

“It looks like Santa threw up here,” Saeran comments with a small eye roll, but there’s a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes that goes unnoticed by you. It’s his first real Christmas and his first time being able to decorate a place that he can call home, after all. As much as he’s been complaining about how cumbersome it is to have to decorate so extensively when everything is going to be removed in less than two weeks, you can tell that he’s been enjoying himself. Aside from the backaches and physical exhaustion, at least.

“Yeah, it does,” you agree, chuckling at his comment. You’re standing on the ladder, having just hooked up the final decorative mistletoe on the ceiling, while Saeran is standing guard beneath you, arms out and ready to catch you in case you fall. It’s unnecessary, but you fell down the ladder and crashed onto the floor just three days ago when he was helping you decorate your apartment, so he has, apparently, “lost faith in your biological ability to operate your limbs without getting yourself killed”.

"You should get down now,” he says, patting your calf impatiently in a bid for you to hurry and get down where you won’t be at risk of obtaining a concussion.

“Okay, okay,” you mutter, slowly stepping down. Obviously, nothing remotely dangerous happens, and you stick your tongue out at him once you’ve landed safely on the floor. “Told you I can handle myself.”

“If you could, you wouldn’t have that big bruise on the back of your head,” he argues.

“That was just one time!” you retort, dodging his hand that’s diving for an attack on the sore spot on your head. “And it’s because I was wearing extra slippery socks.”

He’s completely unimpressed by your statement, but settles for shooting you a flat look so that this conversation won’t continue any further. You both had enough of it when you insisted on climbing the ladder to put up the mistletoe earlier.

Speaking of mistletoe...

You pause from your staring match with Saeran to look up at the delightful ornament hanging right above your heads, swaying as if waving to you in greeting.

‘Hello,’ you think to yourself in response, blinking a couple of times. You feel like you’re missing something important.

It takes painfully long for the fact that the both of you are technically standing under mistletoe to register through the haze of growing embarrassment in your thick head. You can only manage a simple and absent-minded, “Oh...” when Saeran asks what’s wrong.

“What do you mean ‘Oh’?” he demands, frowning and following your upward gaze. “What about the mistletoe? Was it placed wrongly? Should I go up and adjust it?”

“No...” you answer, shaking your head. For someone as intelligent as him, Saeran sure is slow on the uptake. Turning to him, you’re startled to find him standing so close to you, as he strains to look at the mistletoe from where you’re standing by placing his face precariously close to yours. His lips are parted in question as he examines the decorative ornament, completely oblivious to the fact that you’re discreetly taking a tiny step to the side so that his shoulder stops brushing against yours. Too close. Way too close. This is not good for your heart. You’re acutely aware of your beating heart that’s pumping faster and faster, while your cheeks and ears are warming with a tingly and unnerving heat.

“Then why are you staring at it like it’s about to fall and land on your face?” he asks.

“Saeran.” He snaps his gaze back to your confused eyes at the sound of his name.

“What?” he asks, the creases on his forehead crinkling at your expression. You’re not entirely sure how you look like right now. You hope your face isn’t too red, at the very least.

“We’re standing... under the mistletoe...” you say slowly, arching a brow and trailing off from your sentence as you wait for him to catch on.

“Yeah...” he answers just as slowly, dragging out the word. “So?”

“So, that means... Um... How do I explain this to— Wait.” You do a double-take, eyes blowing wide in surprise. “Do you not know about the Christmas tradition?”

“What Christmas tradition?” he questions, now looking genuinely curious, the irritated quality to his eyes vanishing within seconds.

Well, you suppose you shouldn’t actually be that surprised, considering Saeran never really liked Christmas and its traditions still remain a largely unexplored concept to him. Now the only issue is, how should you explain this to him without things getting awkward? You can already imagine how flushed his face will be if you just explain it to him like that and wait for him to give you some sort of reaction. A reaction that will most probably entail him excusing him and avoiding you like the plague for the next two hours.

You take a few seconds to rack your brains, until an idea clicks in your mind. Your eyes light up, and the new gleam in your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“So what is it?” he asks a little more suspiciously now, when your eyes land on him, lips curving into a smirk.

“Close your eyes,” you say, which only makes his frown deepen.

“Why?”

"Do you want to know what this tradition is, or not?” you ask. It takes a little more coaxing before he finally relents. You can’t help but laugh when he grumbles to himself and reluctantly closes his eyes as you request. Curiosity wins over all when it comes to him.

“If this is some kind of prank,” he warns, peeking one eye open to make sure you won’t prank him while he’s as vulnerable as he is.

"It’s not, don’t worry. Just keep your eyes close. And don’t open them.”

“Fine, fine.” He’s fidgeting about, shifting his weight from leg to leg, tilting his head at an angle and shifting it from the left to the right. Clearly, he’s uncomfortable, but he’s doing a good job of waiting for you to enlighten him somehow.

You take a step closer to him, willing your heart to stop drumming in your ears like a marching band, worried that he’ll actually hear it. Your hand wraps around his cold one, so that you can steady yourself as you slowly lean in, leaving mere inches of air between your faces. He’s holding his breath now, having sensed your proximity, and you observe the now red tips of his ears. The hand that you’re holding tenses and his body goes rigid as he waits for you to go further. At the moment, all he can feel is the warmth of your breath and face fanning out on his face.

You make a mental note of how long and pretty his lashes are, before you slip your eyes close and place your hand on the back of his neck to rest your fingers in the soft, silky strands of his red hair. Tugging him gently towards you, you angle your face, tipping it upwards to press your lips to his.

He freezes for all but two seconds, before quickly relaxing into the soft, fluid kisses you place on his lips, no doubt the sensation of your fingers kneading his scalp near the nape of his neck comforting and easing him into it. His lips pull back into a tiny smile, and he responds with his own tender kisses that mirror the way your lips melt against his. The sensation of your breaths mingling and chests touching turns your insides to mush, and heat spreads from your face down to the very tips of your toes.

When you pull away from him, breathless, you chuckle and elaborate, “It’s a tradition for people to kiss when they find themselves under the mistletoe.”

He rolls his eyes, though the affectionate, sweet smile continues to play on his lips. “That’s a stupid tradition.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is,” he retorts. “Who came up with that, anyway?”

You shrug. “Don’t know. It’s just tradition.”

“Are we only allowed to kiss once?” he asks, the hopeful sparkle in his eyes going unnoticed by you, and the suggestion causing your chest to swell with affection.

“Well, no one said anything about how many times you have to kiss,” you chuckle.

“Good,” he says, placing his hand on the small of your back to press you close to him. “Then I guess you can’t complain.” With a smirk, he leans in once more, and you happily close your eyes in anticipation.

Bonus: Kissing Under the Mistletoe — A Saeyoung Choi Prank

(because seeing Saeyoung and Saeran fight never gets old.)

“Hey Saeran, what’re you doing?” Saeyoung asks. He quietly enters his brother’s room, noting with some interest the look of intense concentration on the latter’s face. He’s reading something on his laptop, eyes glued to the screen and mumbling to himself. He doesn’t seem to have noticed his brother’s unauthorized entry into his room yet.

“What the hell? Seriously? Frigg? Why?” Saeyoung is barely able to make out the angry questions that Saeran is muttering to himself, but the name Frigg catches his interest.

“By any chance, are you researching about the mistletoe tradition?”

Saeran clearly wasn’t expecting to hear another voice apart from his own, for the sound of Saeyoung’s gleeful words sends him jumping a good few centimeters into the air, and nearly throwing his laptop off the edge of his bed entirely.

The result of that, of course, is Saeran’s livid glare and a disgruntled, “W-What are you doing here?” Saeyoung ignores all of that. He’s become immune to Saeran’s glare (almost), and his brother looks so funny and cute with his face turning red from the humiliating show of a reaction he just displayed. His hand is pressed on his heaving chest as he tries to calm his frantically beating heart down, no doubt from the scare. Saeyoung absently thinks it’s a pity that he didn’t manage to get a reaction of this level out of Saeran during Halloween — Saeran was way too mentally prepared for his pranks, so most of the time it was just Saeyoung failing to jump scare him and Saeran telling him that he was wasting his time on being stupid.

“Stop laughing,” Saeran scowls, at the chuckles spilling past his older brother’s lips.

“Haha, sorry Saeran. I wasn’t expecting you to do that.”

“That’s my line,” the younger redhead retorts hotly. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Oh, right.” Saeyoung got distracted from his mission for a moment. “I was sent here at the command of the lovely MC to relay a message to you: she and your girlfriend are baking right now so you’re not allowed into the kitchen or there will be no gingerbread cookies for you. End of message.”

Saeran visibly deflates at his words. He opens his mouth to protest indignantly, but then shuts it, apparently deciding that it’s not going to get him anywhere. Queen MC’s words are final in this bunker. All he can settle for instead is a sour, “So selfish.”

“You’ll get to eat some tonight after they’re done, don't worry,” Saeyoung laughs, taking the opportunity to ruffle Saeran’s hair. His hand is promptly slapped away.

“Owwie,” Saeyoung whines, rubbing his stinging hand.

"Get out. I’m busy,” Saeran says, retrieving his laptop and scrolling through the paragraphs of words on the screen.

“You’re researching about the mistletoe tradition, aren’t you?” Saeyoung asks, as he speed reads the article from behind Saeran’s shoulder. “Aww, my little brother is so excited to do the k-i-s-s—”

“It’s just out of curiosity,” Saeran defends with a convincingly straight face, betrayed by his rapidly reddening ears. “Christmas has a lot of weird traditions. This is the stupidest one I’ve read about.”

“Mmm,” Saeyoung hums with a suggestive wriggle of his brows. “So, have you kissed her under the mistletoe yet?”

“Of course not!” Saeran exclaims a little too defensively and loudly. He clamps his hand over his mouth and glances over at the closed door, before his gaze falls back on Saeyoung to narrow his eyes at him.

Saeyoung isn’t about to let this chance to tease his cute little brother easily though. “Do you want to kiss her under the mistletoe?”

“What the—” Saeran squeezes his eyes shut and purses his lips into a thin line to keep a colorful string of words from escaping him. “Why does that even matter to you, idiot?”

“Were you, by any chance, caught under the mistletoe with her before?” Saeyoung smirks, easily seeing through Saeran’s irritated mask.

Saeran drops his gaze, fingers playing with the sheets of his thick bed. It takes him a short while to admit that yes, he got caught under the mistletoe with her just this afternoon when they finished up with the Christmas decorations.

His brother is nothing short of delighted and excited when he hears of this, and Saeran has to yank him back by the arm to restrain him from bolting out the door and calling his girlfriend out from the kitchen. No doubt that would mean severe embarrassment should Saeyoung drag them both under the mistletoe.

"Saeyoung, I swear, if you do anything stupid—”

"But I wasn’t gonna... Not really anyway,” the older man laughs breezily, before wincing at the hard smack to his arm. Fair enough. He deserved that. “Are you that nervous to do it?”

Saeran doesn’t reply. All he does is hang his head low in an effort to hide his tomato-red face. In response, Saeyoung rests his hand on Saeran’s shoulder to pat it comfortingly. It’s quickly shrugged off after three pats. “There there, I was a little awkward the first time MC and I kissed under the mistletoe too. I’m not used to Christmas traditions either.”

Saeran made a face, though he still kept his head down. “You can leave out the details about and MC. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

“Okay, okay,” Saeyoung laughed, deciding he should spare his already suffering brother from the torturously mushy details from his first kiss with MC under the mistletoe. The memory of it still sends tingles through his arms and his lips to curve up into a wide, goofy grin. He quickly snaps out of his reverie though, when Saeran clears his throat.

“So, are you going to get out of my room, or will I have to do it for you?”

“Wait wait wait!” Saeyoung protests, stretching out his palm to Saeran to stop him. “I have an idea! I know how to help you feel less nervous when you inevitably find yourself under the mistletoe with her.”

“I don’t need—”

“Nonsense, young grasshopper. I have just the cure for your anxiety,” he grins confidently.

Saeran can only stare at his brother suspiciously. That smile never bodes well for him. And especially not those gleaming eyes that indicate that Saeyoung just got an idea. And Saeyoung’s ideas are never good.

Saeran’s suspicions are confirmed when his brother turns around, reaches into the pocket of his slacks and puts on some kind of headband, before spinning around to face him again.

“No,” Saeran starts, pointing a shaky, accusatory finger at the thing— the monstrosity dangling from Saeyoung’s head.

“Oh yes,” Saeyoung nods enthusiastically, causing that hideous ornament to bounce up and down in the air, like some kind of bait on the end of a fishing rod. “Practice makes perfect, Saeran,” he explains, gesturing proudly to the mistletoe that is now hovering over their heads. “Now pucker up!”

Saeran slams his laptop close and throws it onto his pillows in some swift motion, before frantically backing away from his advancing brother. “Don’t you fucking dare! Saeyoung Choi!”

“Hyung just wants to show his brother some love this Christmas,” Saeyoung sings, jumping onto Saeran’s bed. It causes the younger brother to panic, and he quickly leaps off the bed, attempting to run and make a hasty escape, but he’s no match for Saeyoung’s reflexes. He blames the amount of cookies he’s been eating recently — the added weight is slowing him down now.

Before he can side-step his brother and make for the door, Saeyoung catches him in a tight hug, leaving only a small space between their faces.

“I’m warning you,” Saeran huffs furiously, struggling to get out of his brother’s hold. He’s forgotten how strong Saeyoung actually is. “If you don’t let me go now, you’re going to seriously regret this. Let. Me. Go.”

“Where do you wanna be smooched first, Saeran? Your forehead? Your cheeks? Or your—” He makes a horrifically loud smooching sound. “—lips?”

“MC!” Saeran shrieks at the top of his lungs. “STOP WITH THE GINGERBREAD COOKIES AND HELP ME!”

“MC can’t save you now,” Saeyoung cackles. “Okay, I’ve decided. Lips, it is! Now pucker up, little brother!”

He doesn’t get a chance to see the look of pure terror on Saeran’s face, because the next thing he registers is a hard, painful knee to his crotch. The unexpected attack stuns him, and his grip around his victim loosens considerably. The next thing he registers is a fist that comes flying to his face. He doesn’t have the time or energy to dodge it, considering the excruciating pain racking his entire body. So he braces himself for impact. The punch causes him to stumble backwards, and the world around him spins before he crashes face-first onto the soft bed. Then he crumbles to the floor, landing on his side in fetal position, all while groaning and whimpering MC’s name.

Saeran doesn’t waste time in sprinting out of his room to get to safety.

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tamagonigiri · 7 years

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Request list so far: •SaeranxReader •"Adachi Filth" •SorMikleo One spot left!

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dreamyunicornnightcore-blog · 6 years

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SaeranXReader Hurt

Warnings: could potentially trigger you and may end up being very dark and depressing. I've just been having a conversation about what his route may be like and how dark V's bad endings are...

Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. The name that kept repeating in his mind. It was haunting him, taunting him, messing with his head. Ever since he had got away from mint eye, he had been regaining control, regaining rationality. But when hearing his brother say this particular name, he knew it held significance. But what was it? He could in put his finger on it. Frustrated, Saeran tugged at the fringe of his hair, the bleach slowly fading, revealing more red each day. He scowled to himself.

"Saeran, I'd like you too meet someone," he heard his annoying brother call. Sighing, he composed himself whilst the name echoed in his head once again. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Like a chant. He walked into the room and froze. Standing their was a woman with h/c hair and e/c orbs. Once again, the name rang on his mind. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.

"Hey Ray! This is Y/N," his brother said, not realising what he had triggered within his brother. Suddenly, A load of thoughts rushed into Saerans head. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. He remembered everything. How she had fallen into his trap. How she showed him care and love. How she refused to relent under his cold mask and attitude as Unknown. How she escaped. A smirk appeared on his face as Y/N gave him a small, smile and wave. She seemed to know to keep her distance.

Saeyoung was left standing in surprise as his b roger turned on his heel and marched to the kitchen. I wonder what's up with him... I thought he would be pleased to see her... He thought with a frown. Suddenly, he heard a high Pitch scream as he was knocked out of his thoughts. Standing in the doorway to the kitchen, twitching slightly was Saeran. He was no longer sweet. He was no longer calm. He was out of control. He was unknown.

"Y/N,"he hissed between his teeth, making the girl shake slightly in fear. "How long it's been since you got away from our grasp, " he said, a twisted smile upon his face. His eyes seemed to darken. Saeyoung immediately dove at his brother to restrain him but was caught by a cry of pain as Unknown slashed at him with the knife, causing him to collapse to the ground clutching the deep cut. Luckily not life threatening but still agonising. Y/N was now vulnerable with Saeyoung on the floor gasping in pain. She gasped and took took a step back as Saeran took a step towards her, the knife now splattered with bright red beads of his brothers blood

"How nice to see you again, or atleast I wish I could say that! You ABANDONED ME! Just like everyone else," he said, hissing as the steps continued until Y/N was backed up against the door, Unknown in front of her, Holding the knife to her throat

"Please Ray, Listen to me, " Y/N begged. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. The voice echoed in his head again. But this time, it wasn't enough. He laughed as he pushed the knife into her neck, causing her to cry out in pain as a few drops of blood trickled down her pure throat. He laughed.

"Goodbye Y/N," he whispered, giving the knife a final push as she screamed out, Saeyoung shouting her name as she collapsed to the ground, dead. Blood pooled out around her head and wound as Saeran laughed. Suddenly he blinked back into reality hearing his brothers sobs. He looked at the body in front of him and somethign inside him broke as he collapsed to the floor cradle light her head, eyes drawn to the ugly wound.

"I'm sorry..." he murmured, tears streaming down his face. He was unable to focus on anything as he picked up the knife. Seeing the body if the ine who had actually cared for him broke him entirely. The last thing he heard was his brothers shout of his name as he plunged the knife into his stomach.

And still, in his head, it echoed. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.

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