#The Boyz one shot

[yootaesowlwrites]

Bed, Now - Kim Sunwoo

W/C: 2.6K

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Prompts: “Bed. Now.” + “Your head between my legs sounds so good right now.”

Warnings: Smut, rough!Sunwoo, angry!Sunwoo, nudism, explicit language, pussy slapping(once/1), oral(female receiving), bruising, clit stimulation, hint of fingering, nicknames, messy sex, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), multiple orgasms from reader, some aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

“Bed, now,” Sunwoo barks out, seething with anger and annoyance, you on the other hand were having so much fun teasing him and got him all riled up, you were sitting on the couch with your head leaned back against the backrest of the couch while staring at him with a taunting and teasing smirk, maybe this is what you wanted you, were self frustrated that you hadn’t spent much bedroom time with your boyfriend and became desperate.

“Your head between my legs sounds so good right now,” You say and watch his cheeks puff out and a fire ignite in his eyes, you lick your lips and slowly lift your head away from the backrest.

“You’re really asking for it now,” He mutters, you stood from the couch and slowly make your way towards him, his eyes watch your every move until you stop in front of him, you place your hand on his chest and slowly slide your hand down.

“Am I?” You whisper, he suddenly grabs your wrist before pulling you down the hall, you could feel a tug going through your body as your pussy gets wet at how he pulled you down the hall towards your bed, you barely had time to register when you found yourself on your back and on the bed with your legs dangling off the side of it.

“Yes,” He growls out and steps between your legs, his hands grip onto your waist, and he leans over you, your breathing stops as you watch his face inch closer, your sassy attitude quickly evaporating. “But my head between your legs… you asked for it,” You feel him roughly tug your pants down, purposely leaving your panties on, you let out a gasp as you feel his hand slap against your clothed pussy before his face disappears from your sight.

“Sunwoo,” You gasp out as you feel his lips press down hard against your mound before moving lower, you lift your head to watch him and found only his eyes peaking out from between your legs and his dark brown hair covering parts of his eyes. “Fuck,” The sight of his dark eyes staring at you with some strings of hair covering them looked so damn hot. His tongue flicks over your panties, and you let out a gasp at the sudden touch, a moment later you feel his tongue pressing down against your panties and licks over it several times. “Sunwoo… Sunwoo, oh my fucking gosh, Woo…” You could feel yourself growing wet at the hot and wet sensation his tongue left behind through your panties, your head was about to drop when you saw him lift his head higher.

“What happened to your little attitude from earlier?” He asks almost cocky, you watch as his tongue moves around in his mouth before his lips part, and you watch as his saliva drips down and onto your panties, you try to shut your legs at the feeling, only to quickly release he was kneeled between your legs and using his body to keep your legs spread for him.

“Sunwooo,” You whine as you feel your panties becoming soaked from where his saliva had landed, his fingers press down against your panties you feel him spread his saliva over the fabric, making it completely wet. “Oh, my fuck,” You watch a smirk form on his lips before he blows against your wet panties. “Fuck, fuck, I!” You reach up for your face with one hand, and close your eyes at the feeling of the cold wetness sticking to your folds. “Oh, my fucking hell…” You didn’t know what you had to do with your hands as they blindly grabbed onto nothing, it was like you were trying to grab onto that good feeling, that good sensation running through you.

“Did you piss me off on purpose?” He asks, his fingers continuing to spread his saliva over your panties, and blowing in between to make your mind spin. “Is it because we haven’t done this in such a long time?” His fingers press a little harder, and you feel your juices moving between your folds, you had no doubt that it was starting to seep through your panties and mix in with his saliva, but fuck, it felt so damn good.

“Y-yes,” You breathe out, your head turning to the side as your chest rises and falls almost violently from how quick and hard you’ve been breathing. “Fuck, it’s b-been way too long, hmm,” His fingers disappear from your folds, and you hear him take in a deep breath, your eyes shoot open, and you turn your head to look at him, finding him sniffing his fingers.

“You’ve ruined your panties,” He mutters before he lowers his hand and curls his fingers around the elastic of them. “I should get rid of them for you,” And in one swift movement, your panties had been tugged down and tossed aside, and you watched as he lowered down before feeling his hot breath fanning against your folds, your head drops to the bed and your eyes squeeze shut.

“Sunwoo…” You breathe out before your back muscles tighten as you feel his tongue glide over your folds with a long, slow lick. “Oh, fuck,” One of your hands grabs onto the sheets and twists it between your fingers, his tongue slips between your folds, and you feel him lick a long slow stripe over your clit. “SUNWOO!” It felt like the lick lasted for hours, but was only a minute as your insides were twisting together and forming a knot of pleasure, his tongue abandons your clit and moves down to your entrance, you reach down with your other hand and twist your fingers into his hair. “Woo, oh, my fuck, Sunwoo,” One of his hands grips your upper thigh, digging his fingers into your skin to bruise it. “Hmm, uhm,” You whimper out and feel his tongue dip into you, your back arches with pleasure. “Oh my go- ohhh,” His tongue wiggles inside you, exploring almost every inch of your walls, or the best that could manage.

“Sunwoo, oh, my fucking…” You moan, the feeling was so good, everything felt so good. His tongue laps your entrance before you feel him slide it along your pussy and towards your clit which felt like it had a heartbeat inside of it, his lips wrap around the nub, and he tugs on it, practically tugging that knot of pleasure that’s built up inside you right out of you. “SUNWOO!” Your muscles tighten and you feel a pleasure running through your veins, your mind fell blank for a moment as you come undone, Sunwoo’s mouth was immediately at your entrance lapping at your release while your body shakes with pleasure, your fingers slip from his hair and falls onto the bed to grip the bedding for a moment before your hold on the fabric loosens. “Woo… oh, my flipping…” He feels your muscles relax under his grip and pulls back, you take in deep breaths to try and calm your mind and body before feeling his hands grip your hips and turn you over, making you lay down on your stomach.

“Knees on the bed,” He mutters, you gather the little strength you had got to move yourself higher on the bed and place your knees on the bed. “Ass in the air for me,” You bite your bottom lip as you lift your hips and hold your ass in the air for him, his hand cups your ass and slowly slides it down before you felt his fingers slide through your wet pussy before cupping it and pressing his fingers down hard against your clit. “Oh, how cute,” He says as he watches your entrance pulse when he pressed down against your clit. “You’re just so responsive,” You hear the sound of fabric rustling as he pushes his pants down along with his underwear.

“Sunwoo… you, I…” You gasp as you feel him slide the head of his cock over your ass cheek, coating it with his pre-cum. “Sunwoooo,” You whine as he drags it down your ass before you feel him push it between your folds, you could feel drool starting to pool in your mouth as you feel his cock sliding back and forth between your folds. “Fuck, are you…?”

“Hmm, fuck, yes,” He groans out. “Just feels so warm and wet,” Your lips part, and you feel your saliva spilling from the corner of your mouth, it did feel so good, it felt so fucking good as he fucked your folds, but you wanted, no, you needed more.

“Sunwooo… please, put it in, please…” You plead with him, your walls pulsed at the way his cock felt sliding against your pussy. “Please, I want to feel you inside me,” You feel his fingers rub slow circles over your clit, your insides were slowly pulling together again for another orgasm. “Please, Sunwoo…”

“Do you really want it, sweetheart?” He asks, he was enjoying the sound of you begging and pleading for him, for his cock. “Are you sure?” You let out a whine and grip the sheets between your fingers.

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes, I want it so badly,” You blubber out. You feel his cock slide back and push against your entrance before he pushes it inside you, you feel your back arch at the sensation that runs through your spine once you felt his cock brush along your folds and fill you to the brim in one swift movement. “SUNWOO, FUCK!” Your walls clamp down around his cock as you felt the head of his cock brush against your sweet spot.

“Fucking… so good,” He groans out lowly, you feel his hands grip your hips, his fingers pressing down hard against your skin as he does. “Let’s have you do that again for me,” He pulls his hips back before thrusting into you quickly, hitting the same spot again, he feels your walls pulse around his cock and watch as your muscles tense up.

“SUNWOO, OH MY FUCKING!” You scream in pleasure, your mind was spinning and stars zoomed past your lids as a rush of ecstasy, his hips move at a fast pace wanting to keep feeling your walls pulse around him when he hits the same delicious spot over and over again. “SUNWOO!” Your toes curl in pleasure, and you feel a tingling, warm feeling go up your legs before stopping once it reached your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, SUNWOO!” One of his hands slides from your hips, and you feel that hand moving over your mound before you felt his fingers on your clit. “SUNWOO, FUCK!”

“But I am,” He says, you could feel the ball of tension inside you becoming bigger with each thrust, with each press of his fingers against your clit. “Fuck, come for me, sweetheart, come for me,” You wanted to turn on your side from feeling so much pleasure coursing through you. “I can feel you want to, fuck, it feels so good, you make me wanna fill your pretty pussy, but I’m not close yet,” Your body shakes and feels the exact moment the tension inside you snaps. “That’s it, fuck, feels so good.”

“Sunwoo… Sunwoo,” You cry out, feeling tears spilling from the corner of your eyes at how good it felt. “SUNWOO!” It felt like your entire body was on fire, your skin was sticking to the bedding, and you could feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck, his fingers pause on your clit as his thrusts become uneven. “Tho-thought you we-weren’t close,” You manage to get out between gasps, you feel his hips harshly snap into you, making you gasp loudly and arch your back even more.

“You’re being sassy with me again,” He mutters, you could hear his breathing was short and fast. “Fuck,” You couldn’t help but lazily smirk as your walls clenched around him, milking him for his orgasm. “Maybe I lied, or maybe your pussy is just that good,” You feel his fingers start to vigorously rub your clit again.

“Sunwoo, Sunwoo, fuck, I,” You chant as you feel another knot quickly building. “Sunwoooooo,” You extend your arms above your head, trying to pull the bedding with you but failing and forcing you to release the fabric.

“Cum with me,” He groans out, you feel his fingers moving faster and his hips stuttering. “Cum with me, please, fuck,” He sounded desperate, and just hearing how desperate he was for that caused the tension inside you to build even faster. “Fuck, yes,” The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with the sound of your wetness squelching, the sound of your heartbeat drummed loudly in your ear and the sounds of his grunts and groans were quickly fading as your high was taking over.

“SUNWOO!” You scream and feel the tension snap inside you, your muscles tighten, and it felt like you couldn’t stop shaking at this point, half your face was wet with your own saliva that had spilled onto the bed and rubbed against your cheek, you could just about feel his desperate thrusts as you were floating through the sky.

“Fuck,” He groans out as he feels the heartbeat that was beating painfully fast in the head of his cock disappear the moment his release spills into you, he pulls out from you and throws his head back as he wraps his hand that was gripping your hips around himself to palm himself through his release, momentarily watching as it spills onto your clit and slide over your sensitive clit before disappearing into your mound. “Fuck, fuck,” He throws his head back before releasing his cock and placing his hand down on the bed as he hunches over. Maybe he should have climbed onto the bed instead of just standing at the edge of it.

“Sunwoo…” You whimper before your hips fall down to the bed, his hand disappears from your clit, and you turn onto your side to look at him, he licks his lips as he breathes in deeply, your eyes slowly move over his face and saw beads of sweating running down his neck. “Why didn’t you take your shirt off?” He groans as he falls onto the bed next to you, his hand immediately coming to your hip.

“Because I was desperate to feel you,” He mutters, and slowly slides his hand up along your side before moving his hand to cup your cheek. “Are you okay?” The fire that once burned in his eyes had now been extinguished and was replaced with warmth as he stared at you.

“Hmm,” You hum and reach up to cup the back of his hand. “I’m okay,” He slowly blinks, his hair was damp and was sticking to his forehead.

“I think you’re going to have some nasty bruises,” He mutters as his eyes drop to your hips, knowing exactly where he had gripped, you lick your lips and lean forward, his eyes flicker upwards to meet yours, your noses brush against each other.

“That’s okay…” You whisper. “They’re pretty decorations, the only type of bruising I would ever want from you,” He softly chuckles and nods his head.

“I don’t mind giving you plenty of them… I just missed your neck, collarbone, your pretty boobs also,” He mutters, you stare into his eyes as the after-glow feeling begins to set in, and the air cools down to nip at your wet skin.

“Next time, there’s always next time,” You mutter before closing the distance between you both and kiss him deeply, letting him practically taste the passion and love you had for him.

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[hongyangi]

see for yourself | jcb.

warnings: one shot explicit content! smut, minors dni, mirror sex, lower case intended, depictions of dom!jacob, foreplay, marking, and i love jacob's arm and leg hair sorry about that, dacryphilia if you blink for a sec— rushed work that's why it's short hehe net: @deoboyznet

his muffled groans behind you bring sensations down your spine making your body shiver. your bare back against his chest felt hot and you're almost going crazy as you feel his own goosebumps and the way his heart beats. jacob ghosted his lips over your shoulders, your nape, and behind your ear. his hands gripped on your arms as he wrapped his own around your frame. his arm hair felt ticklish against your soft hands.

you stared in front of you. the reflection of the two of you being seated on the floor looked like a painting. the nakedness of your reflection made you blush and feel hot and his hands travelled down your sensitive bud. not wasting any second, he strokes it in circular motions. you whimpered, pursing your lips and shutting your eyes closed. "s-stop..." head turning away from the mirror as your legs curled up and covered your wetness. your toes are still curling from all the sensations and this is just a foreplay.

a smirk formed on his lips. "no," jacob's hands that were gripping your shivering frame rested above your knees, spreading your legs open again. the beat of your heart sound like it's almost ripping out of your ribs. your brain feels mushy and you can't make up proper thoughts right now.

"you look beautiful like this." jacob whispered in his low voice, giving you those goosebumps again. your body voluntarily submitting to him. your eyes remained closed but you can feel his smirk on the crook of your neck.

jacob's fingers grazed on your delicate skin, his palms softly caressing down from your knees to your inner thighs until his one hand reaches your wetness, the other one groping your right chest. "see for yourself." his voice sound so menacing but tempting. everything about that voice gives you all the affection and desire for his smile, his touches, his satisfaction.

your eyes slowly open at his last sentence. few tears clouded your vision but soon enough, you caught the sight of his face resting on your shoulder. his hair disheveled and wet from sweat, lashes fluttering over his dark orbs. he looked so pretty with his dark brown hair down sticking on his forehead due to sweat. jacob's gazes are full of desire as he stares at your teary eyes through the mirror. "see? you're beautiful." he says again and nibbled on the skin of your shoulder. it sure will leave a mark later.

you don't know how and why but there's something about jacob that makes you feel the want to be taken care of. you're certain and convinced enough that he's someone so different from you and it makes you two incompatible. but once he'd talked to you, you're completely smitten. completely out of your wits when it gets filled with thoughts of him. his words and actions broke all barriers you've safely built. and you don't even know how you got in this situation. not that you're complaining anyway.

it's all making you embarrassed to think of, your body moving voluntarily to hide your bareness. but as if he's reading your mind, jacob grounds your position by placing his legs over yours, keeping them wide open. it's too embarrassing and provocative. but it's turning you on that you can't manage to stop him anymore.

"jacob...?" you almost choked out, voice getting stuck in your throat.

"what is it, babe?" he provokes as his middle finger slides up and down over your folds, teasing your cunt deliciously slow the same time he pinches your nipple.

you huffed a breath and moaned, your vision spinning, head thrown back on his shoulder. the pleasure makes you grip on his muscular thighs, digging your nails a bit. some crescent shapes already visible on his hairy skin. "please.. please.." you begged.

"you have to tell me what you want, babe." jacob teases and presses his thumb on your clit. his breath getting deeper and shorter as he clenches his jaw.

"i want you."

jacob felt fulfilled when he hears your words. you managed to say it without stuttering, making his smirk wider. he removes his legs that were grounding yours open and grabs your inner thighs. you looked at him, turning your head behind you instead of looking at him through the mirror. jacob immediately ravished your lips. one hand yanking your hair. moans and wet kisses are the only sounds that you can hear now aside from how loud your heart is. your tongues danced together and as his face pulled away, he lifts both of your legs up again and sinks you down on him. his hardness prodding on your folds from behind. you whimpered, your sounds driving him crazy.

"i want you too."

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[blu-joons]

Stay The Night ~ Jacob Bae

“I really should get going,” you found yourself telling Jacob once again as you glanced out of the window of the dorm to see how dark it was outside.

The two of you were comfortable as you laid on his bed, staring out at the dark sky. His arms were wrapped around you tightly, not wanting to let you go despite how much he knew that you needed to get home.

You tried your best to wriggle out of Jacob’s grip, but he wasn’t having any of it, pressing a kiss to your cheek as soon as you looked to him and tried to plead with your eyes for him to let you go, only for his grip to tighten too.

He didn’t want to move as he stretched his legs out further across the length of his bed. “Why don’t you just crash here?” He suggested, knowing that your place was a little way for the dorm, and the weather outside was far from enjoyable too.

Although it was a drive that you had done late several times before, Jacob just couldn’t bring himself to let you go. After an evening together of lazing around and catching up after some time apart, he wasn’t prepared to let you go home just yet.

“You can stay here, I’ve got plenty of things that you can use,” he told you, noticing in your expression that it was an offer that you were considering, “and if there’s anything I’ve not got, I’m sure we’ll have some spares lying around.”

Your eyes turned up to look at Jacob, propping yourself up against his chest. “What will the others say about me staying?” You asked him, hearing a bit of commotion on the other side of the door, “I don’t want to get in the way at all.”

“I promise that you won’t be in the way,” Jacob assured you, “the boys love having you here, they really won’t mind you staying.”

For everything that you said, Jacob seemed to have the answer, desperate to have you stay with him. He couldn’t remember the last night that the two of you had spent together anyway, but tonight, he really wanted you there more than most other nights.

“I’ve got plenty of pillows, a blanket for if you get cold, and this duvet is definitely big enough to fit us both under,” Jacob smiled, convincing you more and more as he rolled you into his side to start wrapping you up under the duvet.

“Anything that you’ve not got to try and convince me to stay?” You joked in reply to him, shaking your head as Jacob shook his too. He’d had everything organised for some time, knowing eventually he’d be able to use it.

As you fell silent, Jacob knew that he was winning you over, squeezing his arms around your frame again. As much as you knew that you needed to go home, you just couldn’t say no to the chance of a full night with him.

“I’ll even let you raid my wardrobe to find something to sleep in,” Jacob then told you, the final straw that you needed to know that the dorm would be where you’d spend your night, never saying no to the chance to steal from his wardrobe.

“I’ll have to leave early tomorrow to get to work,” you warned Jacob, knowing that he had the day off tomorrow, and a chance for a late lie in with that.

“I’ll make you breakfast before you go if you fancy.”

“Do you know how early you’ll have to get up to do that?” You quizzed, but his head nodded back at you, not bothered at all by how early he’d have to rise.

The most important thing to him was making sure that he saw you off properly, and a good breakfast was at the heart of that. Although it would probably be inevitable that at least a couple of people would join you, Jacob wasn’t afraid of an early start for you.

A hand intertwined with yours as you quietened, with Jacob pulling you up off of the bed, dragging you across to the bathroom. He stood you by the wall as he walked in, opening up the mirror that revealed his cupboard of toiletries.

“Toothbrush, face wipes, facewash,” he told you one by one as he placed the items down beside the sink, “you can just use my toothpaste, I don’t have a spare of those.”

“How long have you kept all of these things?” You chuckled.

“I’d been hoping for a while that you might stay the night,” he shyly admitted as you picked up the toothbrush first. “I was saving them hoping that they might get some use someday.”

You held your brush out as Jacob placed a small amount of toothpaste onto it before doing the same to his own brush too. You both turned to face the mirror as you began to brush your teeth, trying your best to avoid each other’s eyes to stop yourselves from laughing.

“I’ll let you go first,” Jacob told you as he pointed to the sink for you to spit your toothpaste out. As you stepped forward and leant over, a hand tickled against your side, leaving you spluttering everywhere as you tried to push Jacob away.

“You’re an idiot,” you told him once you stood back up again, wiping your mouth with the corner of the towel. “I knew you couldn’t be nice all night long,” you groaned as Jacob did the same and cleared his mouth of toothpaste.

“You didn’t really think that I’d let you stay at the dorm without trying to wind you up a little bit, did you?” Jacob challenged with a wide smile on his face as you took out one of the face wipes and began to take the layer of makeup off of your face.

After the two of you had finished in the bathroom, Jacob led you back through into the bedroom, laying you down on the bed before diving under it. “What are you doing?” You quizzed as you heard him move several things around underneath you before popping his head back up a few moments later to look up at you.

His arms slowly lifted up, placing the blanket that he had searched for on top of you. Your head shook as you placed it aside, sitting yourself back upright, shaking your head as you refused to close your eyes just yet.

“There’s one more thing that I need to do.”

“What’s that?” Jacob quizzed as he watched you stand up and start to make your way across to where his wardrobe was. “I thought you’d forget about that bit,” he joked, reluctantly letting you take something from his wardrobe.

“You offered,” you reminded him, “did you really think that I’d forget something like this?”

His head shook as you pulled out one of his shirts to change into for the night. “At least you’ve picked out one of the ones that I don’t wear often, it’s a pretty old shirt,” he told you as you changed into it.

Your head nodded once your shirt was changed, “if you don’t wear it that often does that mean that I get to keep this shirt?”

“Maybe it could be your pyjama shirt for when you’re at the dorm,” Jacob offered in reply to you.

“I like the sound of that, having my own pair of dorm pyjamas,” you smiled.

“In that case, I’ll keep that shirt for whenever you stay.”

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[kim-woonhak]

JACOB THE BOYZ ✧ ‘LIP GLOSS’ (2023)

#jacob bae #the boyz #tbz #jacob #tbzinc #*ambiv.gif #bae joonyoung #melontrack #meltracks #userbbie #rosieblr #oorieri #higabi #useroro #uservince #tuserchrissy #ninisdarlings #ik someone else already made a set but for reasons (i am madly in love with him) i made my own 🥰 #he might not have had that many shots but he was so cute in all of them #tho i could not gif the volleyball one at all aksjlfasdfasj REGARDLESS :') can u tell i enjoyed coloring the first one

[jichangmin]

JI CHANGMIN / LIP GLOSS MV

#ji changmin #changmin #the boyz #tbz #*g #ribbitashie #aleksbestie #eritual #rosieblr #tuserchrissy #sorry this is all i have to offer i didnt like his shots #the car one was v nice but i didnt match these ones so </3

[possession1981]

JACOB tmrw mag behind the scenes

#the boyz #tbz #tbzinc #jacob #jacob bae #kflops #kpopco #*mywork #ult #useroro #userfairy #higabi #madstual #pretending these match by just. not really looking. #not a fan of the (lack of) quality in the last one but i couldn't not post it bc it was an almost perfect profile shot so #anyways me when i have mathletes at 4 and swimming practice at 5 or something #*ults

[jaestrz]

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 - 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨 김선우

૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა *ੈ✩‧₊˚

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: kim sunwoo x afab reader

≡;- ꒰ ° he was constantly putting you first in every single situation. It was a sign to let people know how much he loves you.꒱.

Sunwoo is very careful with what he does especially when he’s around you. Even more when he needed to make a decision with every move he made. One of his biggest habits is putting you first. he wouldn’t hesitate or starts complaining when you’re struggling or needing something that requires him to move a lot even if he’s in the most comfortable position in his life.

he cares for you too much to start caring about his own self.

so knowing how his attitude would act, you try to at least make the most minimum struggle as you could so he could stay at his own spot. Even if that means you accidentally cut yourself with a knife, you really didn’t want him to know until you were able to stop the bleeding and put a bandage on it so he worries less. So to begin with, you would rather die than putting a lot of burden on him even if he wants to climb up a mountain just for you to struggle less. He was Kim Sunwoo after all. Not surprising. But living with him was more crucial when most of his cabinets are the same height as him.

He was a literal giant. Everything in the apartment is hard to reach unless with the help of a stool.

genuinely sucks. That maybe hurt your pride a little.

You already knew the purpose to as why he was putting you first which you could easily understand but at the same time you were starting to think if taking care of you was hard. The last thing you want to see was an upset Sunwoo when you injured yourself.

Cutting things? Sunwoo. Taking stuff from a damn high cabinet? Sunwoo.

at this point he conquers the kitchen cutting duties when you’re cooking something that requires knife skills.

So you did things without him acknowledging it. At least you tried. Without Sunwoo you would probably end up at the hospital with bruises and cuts on a daily basis. you winced when you felt the sharp object accidentally skinned in your finger, blood trickling at the tip of your finger. The knife hit the surface of the counter due to your sudden drop.

Sunwoo was in the bedroom. He could definitely hear that.

“Are you okay baby? Did something happened?” His voice was getting nearer and nearer.

if there was something you’re grateful of, it’s by the fact that Sunwoo is very the calmest person. It’s hard for him to react to something unless he saw it as a ‘oh this one really hit my emotions’ kinda stuff. He doesn’t talk much nor nags when something he doesn’t like happens. He just try to solve it out while processing what had happened.

“You’re not mad are you?” You asked. Maybe you don’t really trust your instincts enough. Sunwoo was hard to read by facial expressions. he knew how much you also cared about what he feels. “i’m not but next time please call me to do it instead hm?” He gently cleaned your wound and when you winced in pain Sunwoo stopped for a moment and comforted you. Your heart melted at the sight of his eyes focusing on your minor injury. You don’t think you could think of the cut anymore when Sunwoo’s here.

after he was done, he put things away before turning his attention back to you. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind your back with his chin rested on your shoulder.

“what is my baby making?” He asked.

“tteokbokki. Are you okay with it?”

“mhm.”

he mostly helped you with it which will forever stay as a precious memory together. Laughter and giggles filled the kitchen. and when it was done, the both of you shared a plate to eat (why two when you can use one?). He prefers it that way.

You get tired easily. so when he saw how you silently yawn, he knew it was time to rest. It was getting pretty late. You ended up going to bed while Sunwoo gets things done quickly before joining your sleeping figure. His heart mealy at the sight of it.

he planted a kiss on top of your forehead.

“goodnight love. Sleep well.”

#kim sunwoo #sunwoo #선우 #더보이즈 #sunwoo fanfic #fanfiction #tbz x reader #theboyz #maleidols #fluff #kpop fluff #one shot #soft af #afab reader #the boyz fluff

[kyusunyu]

SUNWOO ↳ “𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊”

a TBZ frat boyz series.

kim sunwoo x f!reader :: ex lovers/soulmate tropes

warnings: some explicit content 👀, hardly smutty. lots of feels though. (rough edit)

𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴-𝔦𝔱-𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫’𝔰 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔫…

“Bite me.”

you were a realist.

far from delusional,

even if the stars aligned on a full moon night.

nothing could convince you to believe that a frat party would be a hell of a good time.

“I have too much shit.” you annunciate, yeeting a pencil in your best friend’s general direction. “Ask Mina. I’m sure she’d find sweaty people and an uncanny amount of booze fun.”

your model of a roommate sulks.

bummed you weren’t like the rest of the girls around here.

like who in their right mind would decline an invite to the biggest frat house in SK?

“Leave it to you to pass on a good time. Boo, tomatoes.”

you send her a merciless smile. “I feel less of a detriment to society this way. Have you seen me in anything other than sweats and a hoodie? It takes effort to look as good as you. Effort I cannot spare for myself.”

“Talk about dramatic.”

dramatics aside,

there was nothing that could possibly be done to drag you out of this dorm room and into the pits of hell called TBZ.

that godforsaken frathood might drive you off a cliff.

you’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.

they were far from hideous— a sight for sore eyes really.

intelligent, sociable, and athletic.

all 11 of them.

even if 2 happened to be both your exes.

once upon a time..

“Well, i’m leaving.” the gorgeous red head flips her hair, model figure hugged in the little black dress she sported. “If i’m not back by morning, send a search party. I love you! Don’t study too hard my little book worm.”

yes.

there were some perks to being roommates and best friend’s with your polar opposite.

a stable social life.

free clothes.

and invites to the biggest parties?

too bad you hardly found any of those to be useful to you.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” her voice sounds irritated, slightly slurred and strained against the echoing music of the party. “Y/n, can you come get me? Fuck— these people are losers. I’m drunk.”

you grimace.

she’s upset.

it’s only midnight and of all people—

Taeri was upset.

“Did something happen?” you mumble sleepily, sitting up to turn on a light. “Are you okay? DId someone hurt you?”

too drunk to process the question, she groans. “Will you just please come and get me? I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

“O-okay, just give me a couple—“

the call flat lines.

great.

the day has finally come that the stars aligned on a full moon night.

albeit, you still didn’t think the frat party was gonna be a good time,

but i guess you’ll bite.

it didn’t take long to wash up a little, whipping out one of Taeri’s hand me down’s.

10 minutes longer and you had your liner drawn and a simple red tint to your velvet lips.

you absolutely dreaded having to face the day you’d ever come to this—

a strapless top, tight jeans and mid height high heels.

but you had some class.

you weren’t gonna be a detriment to society by showing up in half ass pj’s.

“Hey.”

the hottie by the door makes a double take.

“H-hello.”

your forehead creases, eyes looking into the still much alive party. “Aren’t you gonna ask for my name, pretty boy?”

pretty boy doesn’t respond.

honestly, too stunned to answer.

because god damn.

god damn—

“Damnit.” Eric blinks furiously, wiping at his shirt upon spilling some of his drink. “Sorry, name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, you’re on the list— Y/n?”

at this point, he’s completely disregarded his drink.

the rest spilling all over his thousand dollar shoes.

“Y/n.” you affirm with a slight chuckle. “Taeri called. Is she alright?”

no, of course she’s not.

the sole reason for her coming, being her ex boyfriend who happens to live here—

who undoubtedly was the cause of the phone call in the first place

“Well all hell hasn’t broke loose yet.” Eric manages to make it through a sentence. “You don’t normally come to these things, don’t you? Taeri said you’re not much of a party goer.”

“Great observation, pretty boy. I was summoned. If Taeri wasn’t in trouble, why’d she call me then?”

he aimlessly shrugs. “Hyunjae hasn’t touched your hot model bestie all night. I mean Sunwoo’s back in town so maybe—“

oh god.

OH MY GOD.

fucking hell on earth.

“Hey, didn’t you and Sunwoo—“

“No I don’t know a Sunwoo.” he elicits a pressed panicked grin by you. “And Sunwoo doesn’t know me. Are we understanding each other? Do I make myself clear, pretty boy.”

the pretty boy grins back. “Fucking crystal.”

you pray to the stars in the sky to disarrange.

you pray for anything but the storm that brews ahead.

you pray for the sake of your roommate,

that this was nothing but a coincidence.

“— that Sunwoo’s back in town, can you believe it?”

you refrain from putting that stranger into a chokehold.

wanting nothing but to be home in your covers.

you’re no cinderella but,

it’s past your damn bedtime.

“Where the fuck is she?” you mumble to yourself incoherently, searching the heavily intoxicated crowd for your best friend.

leave it to her to make you the damn search party.

these heels were killing you.

but those heels on you weren’t just killing you,

it was killing everyone else too.

“You won’t believe who just walked in.” Eric came back to his group of troublemakers, kissing his lips through a devious smirk. “God damn, you won’t believe me when I tell you. Who just walked through our fucking doors.”

Sunwoo’s a little less interested.

tired is a simple word to describe his current attitude.

he just got back into town, man.

it’s been a stressful week for him.

the last thing he wants to deal with was Eric’s crazed nonsense.

Hyunjae’s shoulder’s perk from on top of the counter. “If you’re talking about my god forsaken ex again, we’ve already crossed paths. Like fourth party in a row.”

“Not your ex.”

Eric’s feverish.

he’s only heard about the legend of y/n.

the closed-off maths geek Sunwoo had a boner for freshman year.

the hardly qualified best friend of the hottest model on campus.

“But she’s so fucking hot though.” Eric dreamily drools, nodding from the corner in which they gather. “She’s drop dead gorgeous, Sunwoo. How could a star soccer player like you, drop a once in a lifetime shot like that?”

“What the fuck are you on about, you— you’re kidding.”

the star soccer player can’t remember the last time he saw you.

well, to be fair, the last time he saw you,

you were in an oversized hoodie, worn-in sneakers, and sweats doubled your size.

now people are expecting him to believe his ex girlfriend stalked the halls of his house—

in stunning Louboutins nonetheless.

leather tight top hiked too far up the stomach, cleavage half out and bed hair making you look like a 5-star Michelin.

those heels.

the heels are killing him on you, he doesn’t know what to do.

“You’re fucking kidding.” Juyeon jumps from his seat, the rest of the males following suit like a pack of hungry wolves. “That’s her?”

Sangyeon whistles at all that. “I’ll be damned.”

Sunwoo can’t say a thing.

nope.

he’s not allowed to.

leave it to you to sweep the entire party of their feet right after he did.

“Taeri!” you call, unbeknownst to the lingering eyes around you. “Taeri, where are you!”

your heels click at the tiles,

excusing yourself in the crowd like the prim you are.

noting to run as soon as you find,

“Kim Sunwoo.”

your breath’s taken away.

haphazard and eyes blown out of their sockets.

you can’t run if he’s the one that finds you.

“Sunwoo, I—“

he doesn’t let you manage even a word.

clearly won’t let you say a thing.

not that you weren’t allowed to.

after all,

he’s the one that got away.

“Not you.” you tear his hands from tugging on your wrists. “Of anyone in this damn frat house, not you, Kim Sunwoo. I want absolutely nothing to do with you.”

leave it to Sunwoo to look at you like the mad man he is.

the hot shot playboy of IST,

this was your sumptuous ex boyfriend.

your only ex boyfriend.

“— the last thing I want to see. Get away from me.”

his eyes roll and he pins you to the wall of his bedroom,

making sure to lock the door behind you.

“The last thing I want to see is my beloved ex girlfriend showing up half naked at one of my frat parties. But life’s unfair isn’t it?”

he elicits a pitiful snort and you dare yourself to retort back. “The thought never bothered you before when you begged me to be your damn side piece, once upon a time.”

“Once upon a time, you were mine. Let me make myself very clear, you were my girl. And right now, I don’t get that luxury— i’m not allowed to call you that.”

“If you’re looking for permission, you’re far from it. I’m not here for you, i’m here for Taeri.”

Sunwoo’s never liked that girl.

always trying to get you to wear the skankiest clothes.

present you like a centerpiece.

taking you whenever she wanted.

(she had her work cut for her)

when all he wanted was you all to himself.

“Trying to prove yourself by being hotter than her?”

you pry his body off of you,

heated.

absolutely heated you could explode.

“Trying to prove myself by not being a damn joke. Isn’t that what I was to you, once upon a time Kim Sunwoo? The reason you dropped me because I could never prove myself to be the girlfriend in Kim Sunwoo’s hot fucking life.”

his chest rises and falls as fast as his blood boils.

he always loved firing you up.

you were so hot, he couldn’t tell you why.

but he always wanted to strip you out of your oversized clothes and get you completely naked anyway.

the thrill of seeing you naked being a blessing in disguise.

right now,

you were already half way there.

“I loved you.”

“Loved me?” you laugh incredulously. “The sex was good but other than that, what can you say you loved about me? Other than lying to my face, nearly ripping out my hair, telling me your cock only belonged to me? But digging it inside other women like that didn’t matter at all.”

he’s taken by surprise.

that dirty mouth of yours.

he’s been needing a stress relief.

and suddenly, he’s not that stressed about any of his circumstances.

especially the ones he faces right now.

in fact, he’s more laxed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

“Still thinking about my cock, are you?”

“Yours and 5 others, baby. It stopped being all about—“

his lips crash against yours and the wall is suddenly your best friend.

so much for Taeri—

god, Kim Sunwoo was just so irresistible.

“You.” he growls into your lips while ripping off his shirt. “It’s always been all about you, hasn’t it?”

an arduous moan escapes your tethered lips,

melting in the hands of your inconceivable ex boyfriend.

“Im gonna make those 5 others look like training wheels, baby. I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to.”

it’s been 2 years.

you weren’t gonna wallow over your breakup with Sunwoo forever.

yes, you’ve slept with other people but damn.

other people will never be Kim Sunwoo.

“I won’t even have to beg for you to be my side piece when i’m finished with you.”

Taeri and Hyunjae were fine.

Taeri was upset but hey,

Hyunjae beat you to it anyway.

while Sunwoo’s beating into you,

Taeri stops to look at her ex, “Have you seen y/n? She said she was gonna come get me.”

Taeri’s never really liked Sunwoo for you either.

he was always possessive.

always center of fucking attention.

too big and mighty for her little know it all.

but god damn.

if there was anyone who made you happier than she’s ever seen you,

it was that poor unfortunate soul.

“She’s gonna eat him alive.” Taeri chuckles with her hand on her ex’s lap. “Poor thing, y/n’s balled up her anger for him for years. You think he’s gonna be okay?”

that was the thrill of you, you know.

always one step ahead of everyone else,

Sunwoo had to put a leash on you.

he was so tired of chasing,

“You’ve let go, Sunwoo.” you’re hyperventilating over his broad chest. “Where’s all that control you had now?”

you were gonna be the death of him.

he had to juggle loving you, paying the frat, his soccer career—

“I’m sorry.”

3 rounds later and Sunwoo’s spent.

ravishing in your beauty,

the yearning of something he didn’t think he needed in a long time.

you made him the happiest man alive once upon a time.

“I don’t deserve you.”

3 rounds later and you were convinced.

ravishing in his warmth and comfort—

you haven’t felt this content in a long time.

“You deserved all of me.”

you loved him.

god you loved him and you don’t know how to stop.

2 years later and he’s still the man you love.

“I loved your wide smile. I craved your touch. I wanted your attention every damn day and you deserved every minute of having me. I loved everything about you, Kim Sunwoo. But you made that decision to let me go a long time ago.”

he kisses the places your tears stain,

fingers shakily threading through your now long hair.

“I was tired of convincing myself all of that were true. Tell me, baby. What else did you love about me?”

you catch your breath, nose brushed against his.

“Your eyes. Your nose. Your dick.”

his throaty laugh fills your ears like music on christmas morning. “What else, baby?”

you lean in, humming against his cheek.

eyes shut in absolute bliss.

remembering the subtle scent of bergamot and sage that stained his skin.

“Your lips? The way they move when you kiss me. How they feel when you tell me you love me.”

his arms clasp around your hips.

high on your euphoria with you pressed against him like this.

the stars were in his favor tonight.

perfectly aligned in the sky when he finally tells you,

“I love you.”

you’re convinced he’s joking.

you have to convince yourself he was making you a joke.

but Sunwoo holds you like he’s gonna lose you.

afraid you were gonna let go.

“I’ll never deserve you but i’ll love you for the rest of my life if I have to in order to convince myself I do.”

“What do you love about me, Kim Sunwoo?”

the full moon is in your favor.

illuminating the room just enough to meet his colorful eyes.

just enough color to remember how he looked at you once upon a time.

“That you’ll be the only girl that I get to love in my entire life. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, baby. Not even if the stars start crossing in the sky.”

you a side piece?

hardly.

no, Kim Sunwoo never left your side.

he was like an overbearing parasite,

only having to move elsewhere when he wanted to be on top.

or when he kneels in front of you to ask you to be his wife.

and to think he would’ve had to beg once upon a time.

@kyusunyu / @kpopinesss / @atinybitofau

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[sugarcherriess]

Be My Lover

[ Roommate and Bestfriend!Chanhee x Fem!Reader ]

Plot - It’s true that best friends have a different sort of comfort level with each other. So things that may seem inappropriate with others aren’t that strange with your best friend. But what if Chanhee has ulterior motives behind his actions? And what if you don’t mind his increasing forwardness?

Warnings - Perv Chanhee, dom!chanhee, dry humping, panty sniffing, groping, clit stimulation, obsession with cum, cum shower?, fur and silk are recurrent textures, filth with plot.

“Look what I got for you,” Chanhee sings as he nears your bed with a pink bag in his hands. His excited wiggle makes you giggle as your curiosity raises.

Chanhee had gone out to shop in the morning with a very reluctant Changmin– which was justified considering you all had a final project to submit in a few days and had no time to go spend the little money you had. Not even when he begged you to come with because “clothes are super duper important. Even more than science,” he had said, prompting Changmin to roll his eyes and flick his head.

Although you had declined the generous offer, you still got excited with him about the prospect of getting a present without any occasion.

Were you forgetting a special date?

“But Why? It’s not even my birthday anytime soon? Did you ruin something of mine?” You inquire suspiciously.

Chanhee gasps in offense at the accusation and implication that he would only get you anything when it’s required and not whenever he wants to. He takes the heart shaped pillow you had thrown careless to the side and chucks it at your head.

“Excuse you, I can get you things if I want even without some reason!”

You glare at him when the pillow lands on your laptop and check to see if any damage was done. It’d kill you if he broke your shit when you were so close to completing the project you’ve been mulling over for what felt like ages.

“Anyway, stop fussing around your computer you nerd. Open this!” He shoves the bag into your hands and snatches your laptop away to put on your bedside table.

You take your sweet time opening the bag. Whatever he got seems to be wrapped in a thousand sheets because you can’t even see an outline no matter how much you unwrap it.

Chanhee impatiently waits for you to succeed and when you don’t, he snatches the item from you and rips away the covering. Standing up, he poses with the item to show you the entire thing and it makes your eyes pop out of their sockets.

“Ta da!”

“Is... is that lingerie?”

Chanhee? Getting you lingerie? It sounds even more ridiculous said out loud than it does in your head.

“That’s what’s in my hands no?” He quips, putting a hand on his hip.

“Why have you gotten me lingerie?”

It’s beyond your comprehension whether this just seems inappropriate to you because of your quickly blossoming crush on your best friend or its just weird by nature for your dude friend to get you lingerie.

Not even your boyfriend. Your Best friend.

“I was walking to the food court when I saw these at display and I knew I had to get this for you,”

“How do you even know my size?” You can’t help the questions from forming. But Chanhee, like the clever bastard he is, has an answer for each and every query.

“I do your laundry too, okay. I snoop around your stuff more often than you think,” he shrugs.

“What the hell are you-”

“You’ll look so pretty in them I can’t wait!” He cuts you off, bouncing on his heels.

If you had water in your mouth, you’re sure you would’ve spat it all over him.

“Can’t wait? For what?” Bewildered would be an understatement to describe your current status.

“For you to wear it and show me of course!” He replies before throwing the panty and bra set at your head and making his exit.

“I’ll take a shower and we’ll make dinner!” Is called out before he closes your door shut.

When you hear the slam of his own door, you pull down the lingerie set to examine it. It’s a lilac silk set with fur lining the top of the cups and around the waistband. Swiping your fingertips on the material you assess its cloud-like softness. A subtle heat rises at the image of Chanhee watching the set on a mannequin and imagining you wearing it.

The heat deepens when you remember that Chanhee actually confessed to messing about with your dirty laundry and the vulgar scenarios that pop up into your brain have you hiding your face in shame.

You can’t wrap your head around the prospect of Chanhee buying you lingerie unprompted but him standing alone in the laundry room and using your dirty panties to rub his cock to completion somehow sounds completely normal. And totally appealing.

You groan out loud and shove your face in your covers. Now you have to think of an occasion where you can wear these and then also not think of Chanhee… sigh

The next few days are easier on you than you had anticipated. Chanhee doesn’t mention the lingerie or that he’s waiting for the perfect time to make you model them for him, which he is. Your project finishes without any hiccups and you’re all finally free to do as you please.

Which Chanhee takes full advantage of of course.. as one does.

He gets more touchier than usual, you notice. And more bolder than he used to be. His hands that had never even held yours without permission were now sneakier than ever. You’d be walking past him and suddenly have your top pulled up or your bottoms pulled down. He would explain he was just “trying to see if you wore the lingerie today,” but only after a hard glare.

And you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t notice the subtle yet not so subtle head tilts of his whenever you wore a skirt around him. On more than one occasion you had caught him trying to peek up your skirt but yet again, he said it was totally innocent and that he only wanted to see if it was his present that you were wearing.

One particular morning you were making breakfast when he had snuck up behind you. The heart attack aside, you couldn’t miss his hands caressing any exposed skin that was on display even if you wanted to. And if you lightly pushed out your ass to grind against his very obvious bulge then no one is to blame you. You were too busy trying to navigate how to fry his egg whilst he dragged his nose up your neck and rasped against your ear how much he “adores the way you smell.”

And speaking of smells– you don’t know if your mind is playing games with you but you’re a hundred percent sure you walked in on him doing the laundry and sniffing your panties. A black lace pair, which he then pocketed right in front of your own two eyes, was stuck to his nose when you walked in. But his lack of shame or fear of being caught in the act made you feel like your eyes deceived you.

At this point the clues were all in front of you but you were personally trying to gaslight yourself into believing it was all in your head and your best friend was not groping you every chance he got. You couldn’t just blatantly tell him you wanted to fuck him right? That he’s hot as fuck and yes you’ve been friends for years but now his dick is kinda looking like something you need to get pounded by?

What could you possibly even say to him? “Hey dude yeah since the day you got me the lingerie set I’ve been noticing you be extra pervy with me like randomly pulling me onto your lap and subtly making me grind on your thigh and I’m sure at one point I felt you cup my pussy which you said was an accident but there’s no explanation why your hand was there in the first place so I don’t know where to go with this haha love you though.”

You’re out of breath and rambling even thinking about that, how the hell are you supposed to say it to his face?

But you so desperately wanna tell him that last night while he “jokingly” pushed you over the back of the couch and pushed his hard-on between your asscheeks accidentally because he was bent over you to whisper in your ear, you had wanted him to strip you naked and take you then and there.

Alas, he had only burst out laughing and left you draped on the couch speechless and needy. You don’t even remember what he had said, only that he was grabbing onto your hips like he was going to pull you onto his naked cock at any second.

But never mind last night, or any night before. You had gotten back your results for your project and had gotten the highest grade in the class. You were relaxed, in your zone and flourishing.

Until Chanhee had barged into your room holding a bottle of champagne and that frightening glimmer in his eyes that always rang the alarms.

He was up to no good.

“Since we’re both free and winning at life, I propose we celebrate with cheap champagne and making fun of our old photos,” his giggle had you almost giving in and confessing then and there.

He made himself comfortable next to you on your bed, immediately cuddling into your side.

“Don’t you have any better ideas,” you choked up.

Your fingers crossed, you begged the universe to please let this night pan out smoothly.

“C’monnnn, don’t you wanna see the idiots who thought kids stealing their crayons at daycare was the most horrible thing in life and tell them there’s worse things in life than that. Like Changmin thinking calculus in college is better than getting bitches–”

“Leave his bitchless ass alone,” you cut him off, which made him shriek out in a laugh. Next time you see Changmin, you’ll be sure to apologise to him for your disrespect towards his education-oriented life choices and how easy it was for you to agree with Chanhee.

You still resumed scoffing at Chanhee’s enthusiasm. “That won’t be as fun as you’re giving it credit,”

“Who cares,” he turned to you. “We’ll think of something more interesting later,”

His hooded eyes worsened your heartbeat and you had to pinch yourself to not get lightheaded under his gaze.

Your voice broke when you opened your laptop and whispered out an “okay fine,” and Chanhee took a quick sip from his glass before patting your thigh and keeping his hand there. A brief once over at him had you shivering in your seat.

However, multiple glasses of alcohol and thousands of childhood photos of you and Chanhee later, one thing led to another and you two had moved on to taking new pictures of each other to make new memories.

After taking another way too close shot of your face that made your face look like a fish and exposed all your pores, Chanhee laughs so hard that he falls next to you. You’re still looking at the image on his phone when he turns to you and takes it as an opportunity to admire your face.

“You’re gonna burn my face with your laser focus,”

He rolls his eyes at your comment when you return his stare.

“I’m not lasereyes from X-men–”

“His name is Cyclops– I swear one of these days Hyunjae and I are gonna beat your ass for disrespecting our superheroes,” whining, you shove his hands away from your sides as he tries to pull you into a spooning position.

“Wanna make some new memories?”

The sudden change in topics makes you still and whip your head to look at him. The vague proposal could hold many underlying messages and knowing Chanhee, it definitely does.

“What kind of memories?”

Chanhee gets up and pushes himself over you, caging you on the bed.

“Why don’t you wear the pretty lingerie I got you a few days ago and pose for me,” you gulp so harsh it almost turns painful but Chanhee continues, his register lower than before, “In a few years, we can look at those photos instead since you find the old ones boring,”

You don’t have the strength to say much and silently move away from under him. Chanhee’s eyes follow your ass walking away and he sits on the edge of the bed facing your closet.

Taking out his present is a quick process since you never found it in you to properly stash it away. Pulling your shirt up a little, you call out for him to close his eyes. You don’t turn to look whether he’s following instructions or not. Strangely, you’d prefer if he watched.

To say Chanhee’s awestruck when he sees you would be an understatement.

The bra cups your tits perfectly and the fabric and fur attachment makes them look plump and soft. It makes Chanhee’s hands itch besides him. His eyes trail drown to your torso all the way to your panties. His brain immediately starts pestering at him to pull the sides up so he can see the outline of your pussy more clearly. Instead, he beckons you closer with his fingers.

You refuse to look at him when walking your way towards him, twiddling your thumbs and trying not to let self-consciousness force you to run for the hills.

Standing between his spread legs, you wait for a reaction. Chanhee holds your waist to look at you all over, rubbing your sides with his thumbs to alleviate some of your very visible embarrassment. He lets go with one hand, opting to grab you right under your asscheek and pulls you even closer.

“If I ask you to do something,” you finally look into his eyes, legs trying to buckle from his breathy voice, “will you be a good girl and do it for me?”

There’s a small smirk on his face and you’re sure he can feel the goosebumps rising on your skin. You nod your head yes and wait for him again.

Chanhee takes his time voicing his command, letting the suspense marinate while dragging his palms all over your naked legs and waist.

“I want you to rub yourself on my covered cock until you make a wet patch right here,” he completes his sentence by poking at your pussy lips through the silk. The action makes the crotch of your panties pulls the cloth to form the shape of your pussy, just like he wanted.

Nipping at your bottom lip you consider that taking a seat on his lap is the only logical move to make next. Chanhee hisses when, in your effort to get comfortable, you brush against his hidden cock. Throbbing already, your movements are way too slow for him to wait.

He swiftly pulls down his sweatpants all the way to his thighs and grabs the back of yours to slide you against him. Cock pushing between your folds, he drags out a relaxed sigh as the heat of your centre wraps around him. His cock pulses underneath you and he pulls you harder against him. Even through the safety of both of yours underwear’s, Chanhee’s bulge pushes at your clit repeatedly.

You can’t stop the small cries from escaping your mouth at each drag of your cunt against his dick because the sensation of your drenched panties sticking to your folds has your hole clenching in desperation.

Chanhee’s control over your hips never ceases its steady rhythm and continues to make your clit more sensitive as time ticks by. Overcome with desperation you had to shove your hand over your mouth to stop whining like a wounded animal. Your neediness kept swinging out of hand with every swivel of your hips.

Chanhee takes it upon himself to surprise you with suddenly jolts of his pelvis, digging his cock deeper into your split lips in random intervals.

Soon enough, your hips stutter and you hunch over Chanhee, holding his shoulders for support. Your cunt drools enough to form a large wet patch at the crotch of your panties just as Chanhee wanted. He instantly pushes you to stand up again to see the results, carelessly ignoring your trembling legs.

His silent stare makes your hips buck up in anticipation of any further stimulation. You burn up in embarrassment when he suddenly takes to the floor, knees digging into the floor in front of you. No order is given before he pull’s you in and shoves his face between your thighs.

Your thighs open awkwardly besides his head as he sniffs at your crotch. Multiple theories popped up in your mind yet none of them suggested that he was going to lick a stripe up your pussy through your panties. You gasp at the sensation and he moans into your folds, letting you know how good you taste even through a barrier.

He wraps his mouth around your heat and sucks harshly, his saliva adding to the dark patch drenching the cloth. An ironically chaste kiss is placed on your pubic bone as he bids it farewell for the time being.

One quick movement and half a second later, you find yourself shaken out of your daze when he shoves you on the bed. You lay on the mattress spread wide and out of breath.

Tugging off your panties, Chanhee makes his way up your body leaving kisses one after the other starting from the bottom of your torso all the way to your neck. He wraps his fingers tightly around the back of your knees and pulls your legs up to bend them for easy access.

“Hold these here, I want you to feel me in your throat,”

His desire drips from his voice as you nod at him.

“Speak up or i’ll tie you to the bed and leave you desperate,” his threat makes you whimper in shock.

“Yes sir,”

The use of sir is your way of bringing the intensity of the room down a notch. But you don’t miss the way he immediately grinds himself into your exposed centre and shudders out a forced laugh.

“Don’t play with fire,” is the last warning you get before his hard length is digging into your dripping cavern.

He begins his rhythm with slow yet powerful thrusts, choosing strength over speed. Your own response comes naturally as you yelp every time his cock shoves its way into you.

The sloppy sounds only increase in volume as he picks up speed but keeps at the same intensity. You’re certain that you’ve never heard yourself get this wet for anyone. You haven’t even heard these sounds in any porn let alone real life.

Chanhee drops more of his weight on you and shoves his face into your neck to hit deeper inside you. When the tip of his cock reaches your g-spot you cry loud enough to warrant a noise complaint from your neighbours.

His pelvis slaps against your clit in that position and the stimulation from both inside and outside makes you suffocate in pleasure.

The closer Chanhee gets to his release, the harsher he gets in the way he handles your body. Leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbone, he makes his way to your tits and bites at a nipple. One hand constantly stuck to the side on your neck, he laves his tongue on the nipple to sooth the skin when you shout.

You start losing your senses when his biting starts losing its purpose and gets erratic and messy. As much as you want to run away from his teeth, you keep pushing your chest into his face for more.

With Chanhee wrapped around you, your toes curl and your hands drop your legs when you orgasm for the second time that night, completely delirious and spent. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, heartbeat going haywire while you try and regulate your oxygen intake.

It only takes a few of your overstimulated high pitched moans for Chanhee to pull his dick out of you. He wraps his fist around his cock and rubs tights and quickly to chase his high.

“Chanhee..”

He hums at you when you call him. Bangs stuck to his forehead, his hooded eyes look at you while his own breathing quickens.

“Won’t you paint me with your cum, Chanhee?”

You muster up the question in the most innocent voice you can manage. Sure enough, Chanhee cries out in a broken “ah” and releases all over your torso and your chest. He fists his cock to milk out even the very last droplets of his cum to, indeed, paint you with his cum.

He looks up at you when you giggle at him. The panting makes him hard to focus but when he does, he realises some ropes of cum also managed to land at your face.

“You know,” you begin with hopeful eyes, “It would’ve been nice to get a kiss first,”

Chanhee grabs your legs to drag you down at that and you accidentally moan at the burn your sheets leave on your back.

“I think that’s a girlfriend privilege though,” a raised eyebrows and a quirk of his lips challenges you.

“Then make me your girlfriend. What are you waiting for?” You return his energy.

“If I do then you won’t leave this room without your face dripping in my cum. Are you down with that?” Chanhee’s voice drops a few octaves lower.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A/N - I had so so much fun writing this so I hope you also enjoy! Let me know what you think my friends &lt;3

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[timextoxhajima]

member: tbz hyunjae x oc! reader [read as kim seo han]

synopsis: maybe being the idol’s fuck-buddy wasn’t the best idea after all

genres: non-explicit smut, angst

warnings: cursing. smut. a LOT of dialogue because i wanted it to be as delulu-ly realistic as possible.

w/c: 3.8k

a/n: inspired by: 1, how i interpreted the song AND the choreo 2. one of my delulu nights thinking about which idols are old enough to have their own fuckbuddy and the thought of COUGH having one absolutely destroyed me.

kim seohan didn’t need this. at all. but like a bear trap, she walked right into it without a hint of caution, and now she’s stuck in this mess of a situation.

seohan first met hyunjae in a convenience store one of those nights she spent in myeongdong. it’s a district that isn’t very well-visited now after the pandemic hit. 

she had been in the city for a work event and she had chosen the ungodly hour of visiting a CU convenience store for one of those disposable, ice-filled plastic cups and peach tea packets and microwavable hot dogs.

she thanks the cashier as she turns on her heels and peels apart the plastic for the hotdog, carefully laying it inside the kitchenware and pressing on the buttons. she watches lazily as it rotates inside, the ice on the packaging melting off and the bubbles slowly forming on the surface of the skin. 

it beeps, and cues her to pull open the door of the microwave. 

“you gotta hold it back to get it open. put a little force into it,” the cashier calls from the counter. “it’s an old thing, we’re getting it changed next week.”

“ah,” seohan holds the corner down, and quite nearly pries the door open. it feels like it’s locked - then it busts open so suddenly, it makes her stumble a few steps backwards.

she was alone and enjoying the rain outside, the whir of the refrigerators and light buzzing being the only things she could hear atop the radio playing in the background. so, of course the doorbell going off when someone enters catches her attention.

she had been seasoned enough to recognise an idol when they walked into the same shop she’s in - she works as a hotel communications agent - so when she spots the mask and the hoodie and the slightly-done hair under the cloth and the hesitating reaction of the cashier when he greets the customer, she knew instantly. 

it’s not like she really cared. there are hundreds of idols. maybe if it were 2010 and kim taeyeon walked through the front door, seohan wouldn’t hesitate to scramble to her feet and ask the celebrity for an autograph. 

but it was 2022. the industry is saturated. seohan probably doesn’t even know the guy. 

as he walks around the eating area and towards the rows of displayed hotdogs and udon bowls, seohan can’t bear the urge to look up from her drink, spotting the high arch of his nose. 

he turns, naturally looking at her as she does him. 

it’s a ‘the boyz’ member. 

lee hyunjae sniffles and returns to the shelf, a small, pursed smile on his lips as he awkwardly half-asses the eye-contact.

seohan remains seated, but provides a belated bow that she hopes he can predict she did it. 

she watches in the corner of her eye as he picks out the twin pack of hot dogs and a couple of triangular kimbaps. it’s none of her business, but she finds joy in wondering if he’s buying them back for his members or if he’s going to finish them on his own. 

those crazy diets they go on. 

he walks back to the counter and pays for the items. she can hear the cashier scanning them. she waits for the doorbell to ring, but there isn’t one. plastic crinkling sounds from behind her, and then there’s the door of the microwave closing, followed by the buttons beeping. 

she waits quietly, waiting to see if he encounters the same problem, and to her amusement, he struggles to get the door open.

seohan turns, wondering why he hasn’t called for the cashier, then notices he isn’t at the counter. she looks towards the celebrity, and he catches her gaze in the midst of the confusion with the microwave. 

“um... you don’t happen to know if this thing is like... locked?”

“oh, it’s not. the door’s just kinda stuck, the cashier told me to put some effort into it just now. i had the same problem,” she holds up her hotdog-on-a-stick. 

“ah,” lee hyunjae turns back to the microwave and sets down the plastic bag of kimbaps. he presses corner of the microwave with his right hand and pulls with his left and it takes him barely a second for it to bust open.

he didn’t even budge. seohan returns to her drink and snack, listening to the little hisses under his breath as he tries to pick up the hot packaging, then he turns and walks around the table she’s at, pulling out the chair and taking a seat. 

“thanks for the tip,” he quietly says. 

seohan’s eyes widen, instantly sitting up and looking around. “are you crazy? dispatch is probably on your tail right now! the cashier could take a picture and publish it!”

“relax,” lee hyunjae smiles heartily, biting into his hotdog. “dispatch doesn’t like myeongdong. besides, i have a concert tomorrow near coex, they wouldn’t think i’m here.”

“you’re not exactly un-popular. anybody walking by could recognise you.”

“and yet, we’re the only two here,” he swallows and leans the back of his forearms on the edge of the table. “what are you doing in the middle of myeongdong at 3am?”

“i work nearby.”

“what do you work as? i’d assume it’s something that keeps you busy since you’re out and about in the middle of the night.”

“hotel communications agent. keeps me moving too much to ever settle,” she tilts her head and takes the last bite of her snack. “are you staying in a hotel? strange that you came out all the way here just for a snack.”

“i have a friend who lives nearby. let me bunk in because i was missing convenience store food and the ones around the coex area would be buzzing with fans and reporters.”

“sounds tough,” seohan pulls the drink towards herself. 

“yeah, well... you get used to it.”

he chews, his squarish, polished jaw flexing and moving with every clench. the eyebags below his pupils make her sad, and the thought of him having to hide away from the public for privacy makes her sympathetic. but she knows better than to share her thoughts, so she snaps herself out of it and lets herself relish in the moment that she’s having supper with one of korea’s pretty faces.

“hey, i’m gonna go first,” he doesn’t even finish his hotdog before standing. “before the cashier comes out and turns into one of those reporters you were talking about.”

seohan nods. 

“what’s your name?” he leans down, tilting his head so his ear is towards her. she can smell the cologne and all the things he’s using in his hair. 

“kim seohan.”

he stands, processing the name. “i’d shake your hand and introduce myself but my hands are full.”

the cashier pulls the door of the storeroom open. 

“it was nice chatting with you. goodnight.”

he doesn’t wait for a response before turning on his heels and leaving. 

the interaction leaves a strange taste in seohan’s mouth. it was... calmingly exhilarating. 

she had expected more, but what more can she expect? 

certainly not lee hyunjae waiting for her opposite the road when she exits the convenience store.

she pauses right outside the door, squinting at the grey hoodie standing by the lamp post opposite the small road. the bag of triangular kimbaps was still dangling from his fingers and his phone’s screen lighting up his face. 

he makes a few taps, then looks up at her.

there’s a soft ding when she feels her phone ring, and she looks at the air-drop notification that provided a picture of an address. 

seohan scoffs lightly, locking her phone. “are you asking me to sleep with you?” she says, just loud enough for him to hear. the road is desolate, so she can’t really care less. 

he laughs from the other side of the road and visibly shrugs. “just thought to invite you in for a chat. and also... thanking you for not exposing my whereabouts. you don’t know how many people use that to their advantage.”

the sadness in his voice is difficult to ignore, and it crushes her heart to remember all over again how being a celebrity means sacrificing their privacy. 

“you’re lucky i’m not a crazy fan,” seohan unlocks her phone screen and inputs the address. she turns in the direction it tells her to. hyunjae mirrors her. 

“i guess i’ll find out eventually.”

lee hyunjae only gets within a 5-metre radius of seohan when she reaches the building’s entrance. it was an apartment complex, and the guard seemed way too occupied with the football game going on on his phone to even notice them. the lift arrives, and hyunjae doesn’t say a word as he holds the door open for her. 

the apartment was simple - couch, rug, television, two bedrooms, kitchen. 

“look, i don’t want you getting the wrong idea about this,” he quickly provides a disclaimer as he sets the food on the dining table. “i just... it was a nice chat and i was worried i’d regret it if i just let it go.”

seohan chuckles, laying her bag on the floor by the door. “hey, if you end up being a jerk, i can just report you to dispatch. not my life i’m ruining if you fuck up.”

hyunjae laughs, and he finally pushes the hood off his head. “um, what time’s your schedule tomorrow? can you afford to stay over? there’s an extra bed if you need it.”

“it’s an afternoon conference. i can handle eight hours of sleep.”

“that’s a luxury,” hyunjae walks into the kitchen and pulls out a bottle of soju. 

“so i’ve heard.”

“come, come. sit,” he gestures to the couch and points to the bottle. “want any? no obligation, though.”

“what’s a little soju?” seohan shrugs and lays her head on the back of the couch. 

hyunjae places the bottle on the coffee table and walks back into the kitchen. “need any mixers? do you prefer something else to drink?”

“i still have that packet of peach tea in my stomach from just now, so i think soju is fine.”

there’s a silence as she hears a fridge opening and closing. some glasses clinking. he returns to the living room with two shot glasses and nothing else. 

he sucks in a deep breath, sitting next to her with a safe distance between them. laying the shot glasses on the table, he turns to her, tired eyes wide and cautious. 

“i’ve got absolutely no clue why i trust you so much but there’s just something about the way your first reaction at the store was worrying about people finding out where i am that... made me comfortable around you.”

seohan reels back a little, a small smile creeping on her lips. then, she leans over to the table and takes the bottle, cracking the cap off and filling up the shot glasses. 

“well, cheers to you finding basic human decency then,” she hands a glass to him and clinks hers against his. 

seohan’s mother would definitely not approve of her walking into a stranger’s house and engaging in alcohol with him, much less a celebrity. in fact, it is a pretty stupid thing to do. 

he could do anything he wanted, simply because he can physically overpower her. and then he’d have the money to put her on a gag order, and even if that didn’t work, his fans would take it upon themselves to walk all over her if she ever brought this to the general public. 

seohan thanks the soju for making these problems a fleeting thought. 

but it was late, and half the bottle of soju was gone by the time hyunjae had finished talking about how much he missed home and his family and his dog. 

“i’m surprised you don’t have a secret girlfriend hidden somewhere.”

“a girlfriend?” hyunjae lets out a harsh ‘HA!’ and refills his glass. “i don’t have the time for family, much less a girlfriend.”

a pause. “i could say the same for you. not a celebrity but a schedule packed enough to keep you busy, it seems.”

seohan shrugs. “i can’t commit to anything more than my work,” she takes a second to piece together her curiosity. “this is so uncalled for and i hope you don’t mind me asking but surely you would’ve slept with like... fans or friends or people you meet along the way? how are you so stressed and packed and have no time to be a normal human being? especially staying with 10 other men.”

he takes the shot, frown as a sign the soju was stinging. “contrary to popular belief, no, i have not. even if i did want to sleep with someone, i’d have to think about the backlash my group and i are gonna get if i ever got found out, and not to mention that it’s pretty shitty for someone as uncommitted as me to do something with someone that’s generally seen as commitment.”

“i feel like that’s the most emotionally intelligent thing i’ve heard an idol say.”

“there’s too much on the line to be emotionally stupid.”

it’s 5am. 80% of the bottle is gone. seohan can feel her chest heating, and she’s slouched on the couch in an uncouth manner. lee hyunjae was sitting by her feet, hair messed from how much he had been running his fingers over his head and the eyebags definitely weighing on his lids. 

“you should get some sleep. you have that performance tomorrow,” seohan yawns and sits up. 

“no, no, please, feel free to stay. you don’t have to finish the soju but i don’t want you going home alone at this hour.”

“it’s 5am,” she laughs and tries to stand. “if anything, it’s safer now than it was when i first came.”

the alcohol rushes to her head, and she stumbles backwards, earning a harsh grab on her arm and waist as she gets yanked into sobriety. the logic rushes into her head amidst the alcohol in her bloodstream. 

it’s frustrating how pretty he is - that’s why he’s an idol, right? but the years of training has quite literally taught him how to get someone to fall in love with him on first sight, keep himself alluring and tempting and above all that, remain discreet while being a complete flirt. 

“this doesn’t feel very emotionally intelligent,” she whispers, eyes flitting to his lips as the thought flits through her mind. 

“it’s not, but since it seems like you fear commitment as much as i can’t offer it, then i promise you...” he leans forward and and tilts his head. “i can do this with zero strings attached.”

the offer is a carrot on a stick infront of a horse. bait on a hook at the end of the fishing line. what will she lose even if she says ‘yes’? she gets the fun night with a man physically advantageous to the average one and she doesn’t need to care about his feelings and his time nor hers for him. 

fuck it, she thinks. 

her arms slide over his shoulders and she fully takes him in, the scent of his worn-out cologne and his hairspray wafting up her nose and into her head like poison gas. his arms are tight around her waist as he lifts her, fingers digging into her sides and her legs automatically wrapping over the curve of his hips.

seohan can’t deny the anxiety and nervousness that’s started to pit in her stomach. the mere thought of lee hyunjae being a celebrity and not simply ‘lee jaehyun’ was beginning to gut her. 

i’m about to fuck a celebrity.

the photoframe by the bedside table reminds her that this isn’t even hyunjae’s place - it’s a friend’s. but the realisation is abruptly cut short when his hand reaches out to it, and gently places it face down on the mahogany surface.

“he wouldn’t mind,” he breathes into her hair, nose hovering over the skin on her neck. his fingers comes round to cup her cheek, and his free hand interlocking his hands with hers. 

his lips taste like the convenience store and soju. “why, you’ve brought someone here before?”

“no,” he shakes his head and kisses down to her collarbone, right hand travelling from her cheek, to her shoulder and her waist. his thumb slides under the material of her top and pushes it upwards. “he told me i could if i found someone.”

palm hot and heavy, he manages to get it over the curve of her chest as he resumes the messy make-out on her lips, lipstick smearing onto his and moans starting to tumble through his throat and hers. 

the push of his hips start to pressure onto hers, her knees on either side of his thighs as he remains careful of his weight above her. 

“first time?” he pulls back and yanks his top over his hair, messing it up and exposing all of his torso. seohan can’t stop her eyes from scanning her view upon sight, so she gulps and shakes her head like a timid little mouse. 

he smiles - that gorgeous smile that’s worth a few million won - and leans back down to her. “good.”

as hyunjae does that sickening body roll on stage to seohan’s favourite song, she kind of berates herself for understanding why she likes this track so much, but also kind of tries to enjoy herself in the moment. she had received an invitation to their concert via mail just a few weeks ago, and now she was in a corner of the stadium watching the group of 10-plus-one dance for a bunch of screaming fangirls. 

she doesn’t really understand why hyunjae even invited her - the day after they slept together, he had taken off almost immediately and she never saw him again. 

that is, except on television and until now. how he got her details, she will never find out. but she does want to find out one thing: why is she here?

after the encore had finished, a security guard came by to greet her, telling her that ‘she’s being asked backstage by one of the members’ and this little note made her stomach drop. seohan can’t deny the fantasy playing out in her head, but she chooses to ignore it, consistently reminding herself why he had even chosen to slept with her in the first place.

zero strings attached.

she’s surprised to see the members look at her and greet her like they knew her, and she’s obliged to return the formal greeting as she makes her way into the room where the security guard was walking into. 

he stops by the door and knocks on it. followed by an audible ‘come in’, he pushes the door open and gestures seohan into the room. 

she bows as an acknowledgement and walks in, watching as the lone member pulls his rings off except that last one on his pinky. there’s a napkin stuck to his forehead, drying the sweat that’s beginning to erode his makeup. 

he huffs, turning his body to face her. “you made it.”

seohan parts her lips and stutters. “um... free ticket to a concert. why wouldn’t i?”

a small smile curls in the corner of his lips. “thought you wouldn’t dare.”

“you were the one who had the balls to send me the invite,” she clears her throat, eyes dribbling over the damp shirt sticking to his body. arm veins sticking out over his knuckles and his forearms and his pants hugging his thighs snug and tight. “how did you get my address anyway?”

“you told me where you worked, so i got someone to check the staff records,” he peels the napkin off his forehead and folds it neatly, tossing it into the bin by the dressing table. “you’d be surprised how easily celebrities can get their information.”

“that... doesn’t sound very comforting.”

hyunjae remains staring at her, eyes darting between hers like he were trying to read her mind. 

“lock the door and come here.”

the command seemed heavy. his voice is low, and his shoulders are sunken by his neck. she obeys, resting her purse by the door. her fingers meet the cool, metallic surface of the door knob and presses the lock in.

the air is still and humid as she walks over to him, where he naturally places his palms on her waist and pulls her before him. in the mirror’s reflection, she watches his nose trace the frame of her jaw and her hair and his hands holding her hips still.

then, out comes an abrupt instruction from him - one that she never expected and she will never ever think he was the type of person to say it. 

“take off your pants,” he whispers into her ear. 

seohan frowns, feeling the warmth from his palms seep through the material. she meets his eyes in the mirror, and there isn’t a hint of hesitation in his eyes. 

“what? we’re literally at-”

“so...” he undoes the belt for her. “be quiet and we won’t be caught.”

“you’re crazy.”

“and you’re letting me undo your pants for you,” he pulls the leather out from the loops and brings it over your head. “need help with staying quiet?”

seohan swallows, watching herself in the mirror. 

as the leather sinks under the pressure of her teeth, the dressing table shifts closer and closer to the wall. her knuckles are turning white from gripping it so tight and her knees are starting to shake. 

there’s that desperate grip on her hips that she knows will leave a mark, and the careful control of his thrusts to keep the slapping to the minimum. her eyes are beginning to tear - just from the sheer force of him pushing into her. 

god, it feels so fucking good, she thinks to herself, eyes rolling back into her head. 

he hisses under his breath as his movements turn erratic, then there’s that shiver and a harsh pull out before the hot release lands on her lower back and bottom. 

she’s throbbing - both below and in her head. her vision is fuzzy and her eyes are blurred out before she rests her head on the table, arms finally relaxing. 

hyunjae groans, sighing and reaching over to the napkins on the dressing table to clean her off. he kneels on the floor, and out from the corner of her half-opened eyes, she watches as he carefully cleans her up. 

he kisses where she will be sore tomorrow, then stands and hugs her waist to help her stand. 

“the things we could do if i wasn’t a celebrity.”

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[yootaesowlwrites]

Taste Me On Your Fingers - Lee Juyeon

W/C: 3.6K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” + “I want to taste me on your fingers.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, hand kink, nudism, nicknames, breast play, nipple stimulation, dirty talking, clit stimulation, fingering, finger riding, neck holding, finger sucking, cum tasting, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You sit down on the couch after you had finished in the kitchen, you bring your feet up onto it and pull your phone out as you move the television controller out of the way, you were about to unlock your phone when your eyes landed on Juyeon’s hands as he firmly held the console controller in his hands, and you could see some veins appearing on his hand and travelling up his arm. You and Juyeon had a day off and decided to spend it together yet doing separate things, which was all going great until now, all thoughts about whatever you were about to do on your phone were out the window and forgotten about. Now you could only imagine what his hands were doing to you, gripping you, holding you, making you feel good. You shift in your position and feel your juices moving between your folds and your eyes widen slightly, there was no way you were already wet just thinking about what his hands can do to you, no way. And before you could even process what you were about to say, the words fell from your lips.

“I want to taste me on your fingers,” You say. You watch him drop the console controller to the floor at your words before turning to you with such speed, his eyes wide and his lips parted. “I…” You begin to shuffle on the couch, moving everything you had near you aside before quickly standing, only for him to grab onto your wrist and stop you.

“You want to… taste yourself on my fingers?” He slowly repeats your words back to you, you keep your gaze away from him, suddenly finding anything else a lot more interesting. “Don’t be shy now… you weren’t shy just a few moments ago,” He tugs on your arm, pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle his thighs before he spreads his legs, oh fuck, why did you have to wear such loose shorts today? He takes the phone from your hand, and you watch him put it on the table next to the couch. “You want my fingers inside you?” You slowly nod your head as you now looked directly at his face, you could see his eyes slowly darkening as a cloud of lust covers them, his hand touches your knee, and he slowly slides it upwards, leaving a burning trail behind on your skin, his touch was sending your mind into a frenzy and your senses into overdrive. “What my baby wants… my baby gets.”

“Ju…” You breathe out, but it sounded more like a whimper, you feel your skin heating up and your heart rate spiking, the way he was looking up at you with that fucking smirk on his face. His hand lifts away from your thigh and moments later it was underneath your shirt, slowly sliding up your stomach and to your chest.

“No bra?” He asks, you feel his fingers trace over the curve of your boob before they found your nipple, the light touch makes you take in a shuddering breath as you feel a tingling sensation going down your stomach. “How convenient,” He releases your wrist and takes hold of the hem of your shirt and begins pushing it upwards, you quickly move your hands to grip the hem of your shirt as well and help him with removing it. “Fuck…” His eyes slowly roam over your chest, taking you in, it wasn’t the first time he had seen you naked, but every time he did, he fell even more in love with you. “What a beautiful sight,” His forefinger was rubbing feather-light circles over your nipple, which was slowly causing your nipple to harden.

“Hmm, Ju…” You whisper, you lick your lips, and your breathing begins to become heavier as the temperature in the room becomes hotter. Juyeon leans closer, and you watch his every movement, he licks his lips before his tongue slowly makes contact with your nipple. “Fuck, Ju,” He was staring up at you with such a dark look in his eyes while his tongue was licking a slow thick stripe over your nipple. “Fuck,” The stare alone made your pussy twitch. “Juyeon, dammit,” His lips wrap around your nipple and your back lightly arches, his thumb takes over from his forefinger, and he rubs harder and faster over the bud. “Hmm, mmh,” You move your hand to the back of his head and slide your fingers through his locks before gently holding onto it. “Ju…” Your lids flutter at the sensation going through you.

You buck your hips over his thighs as you hear him sucking on your nipple and breathing hard against your skin, his other hand cups your pussy through your shorts and panties, and he slowly rubs his hand along your pussy. You reach down with your hand and cup him through his shorts, feeling a bulge slowly forming, you rub your hand along his clothed cock, copying the movements of his own hand on your pussy.

“Ju…” You breathe out, feeling out of breath already. You kept eye contact with him through everything, and you could feel your panties were completely wet by now. “Hmm…” He tugs on your nipple before releasing it, he sits back, and you take note of how wet his lips looked from sucking your nipple.

“You feel so wet,” He mutters. “I swear I can feel it through your pants,” You take in a deep breath and feel him move his hand to the side of your pants before slipping past them and pushing against your panties. “Hmm, I can feel it here especially,” He pushes your panties between your folds, making your juices push through your panties and coat his fingers. “Fuck, let’s get these off,” He pulls his hands away and both his hands quickly grip your waistband, you briefly get up from his lap and allow him to push your pants and panties down before you were back on his lap and his hand back between your legs and pushing against your pussy while his other hand rests on your thigh. “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked.”

“Hmm, it’s your fault for that,” You mutter. You feel his fingers rubbing over your folds as he spreads your juices over your pussy, he bites his bottom lip, making your walls clench at the sight.

“My fault?” He asks once he released his lip. “And how is that?” His fingers slip to the inside of your folds, and you feel them rub along your pussy, purposely avoiding your clit and slit.

“Because of your hands,” You say and wiggle your hips, hoping you could get his fingers where you ached for them the most. “If they didn’t look so good, then I wouldn’t be this wet right now, and you would have still been playing your game,” He looks down between your bodies, and you bite your lip as he does.

“Then I should thank the universe for giving me these hands to cause this then, shouldn’t I?” He asks, he pushes the tips of his fingers against your slit, making you release your lip as your mouth drops open. He looks up at you to watch your reaction as he pushes two digits into your sopping hole. “I am so thankful for these hands,” Your palm on his cock pressed down a little hard, causing a groan to fall from him.

“Ju… Juyeon,” You moan out, his fingers easily slipping into you with how wet you were. “Oh… my… fuck,” Your head falls back as your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fell shut, his fingers curl inside you when they were pushed into you fully.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you,” He says, making your walls clench around him. His fingers slowly uncurl before sliding out of you. “Let’s add another one,” Your hips buck as you feel a third digit slipping into you, stretching your walls around them.

“Ju-Juyeon,” You stutter out, feeling tingles going up your spine. “Oh, fuck,” He curls and uncurls his fingers inside you, you could feel a knot of tension quickly starting to form inside you. “Oh, my fucking…” Your other hand in his hair tightens its hold, and you could feel sweat running down your back.

“Baby, you’re so wet, can you hear that?” He asks, and how could you not? Your wetness was squelching loudly with each movement of his fingers inside you. “Doesn’t that sound delicious?” You lick your lips as they suddenly felt dry. “Since you said you want to taste yourself on my fingers, why don’t you ride them, and I’ll reward you by letting you clean them?”

“Juyeeeeoonnn,” You whine out before living your hips and lowering them back down on his fingers, you move your hand away from his bulge and grab onto his shoulder to help you move. “Fuck, I… Juyeon,” He watches as your tits bounce in front of him as you bounced on his fingers, getting yourself off on them.

“Fuck, baby, you look so hot riding my fingerings,” He says. “You’re being such a good girl for me,” Your walls clench around his fingers at his words of praise. Your breathing picks up, and your nails begin to dig into his shoulder through his shirt as you felt your toes curl as a warm, tingling feeling begins to rush up your legs.

“Oh, fu-fuck,” You moan, you could feel drool spilling from the corner of your lips at how good you were feeling. “I…” Your hips falter for a moment as you felt the tips of his fingers brushing against your sweet spot. “JUYEON!”

“Did that feel good, baby?” He asks. Fuck, you could just hear the smirk on his lips through his words, but you didn’t care at this moment, all you cared about was his fingerings hitting that same spot again and edging you closer to your high. “Let’s add to it,” Your back arches as his thumb makes contact with your throbbing clit.

“JUYEON!” You scream, feeling your mind slipping into the clouds while your body was slowly starting to shake with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, oh, shit, I…” You move faster over his fingers, starting to chase after your high to reach that blissful feeling. “Fuck, JUYEON!” His thumb rubs over your clit, making sure to follow the rhythm of your hips, when you came down on his fingers he pressed down harder and when you lifted the touch became lighter. “Fuck, fuck…”

“Cum for me, baby,” He says in a low tone. As you lowered onto his fingers, they press down hard against your sweet spot, causing stars to explode behind your lids and the tension inside you to snap.

“JUYEON!” You scream and pull at his hair while digging your fingers harder into his shoulder, your hips stutter as your high courses through, and you come undone around his fingers. “FUCK!” The feeling was indescribable, but you just know it felt so good and you loved experiencing it. “FUCK!” Your mind was spinning in the clouds as your body floats along.

“That’s it, baby, make a mess for you to clean up,” He says. Your hips sink on his fingers a final time before he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you to ease you through your high, his thumb staying to rub your clit. “So fucking hot of you, baby,” Your body slowly stops shaking as you come down from your high. His hand that was just resting on your thigh slowly begins sliding along your leg and over your hips before you felt it pause at your collarbone. “Look at me,” You swallow as your pussy clenches at how low his voice was. You lift your head and his hand lightly wraps around your neck, just to hold onto it. “Open your pretty mouth.”

“Ju…” You whisper and keep your lips parted, his fingers slip from you, and you suddenly felt so empty without them. He presses his fingers against your bottom lip, making you feel how wet they were before he pushed them into your mouth. Your lips immediately closer around them and you begin sucking on them, you open your eyes and make contact with his dark lust-covered ones as he stares at you, watching you intently as you suck on his fingers.

“How do you taste?” He asks. He feels your tongue running along the pads of his fingers as you tried to get everything, the way your mouth looked so stuffed with just his fingers made his mind spin as he imagined his cock stuffing it instead.

“Hmm,” You hum, and release his shoulder to grab onto his wrist and hold onto it. The sight only causes his mind to spin even further, he presses his fingers down on your tongue, causing drool to pool around them before it started to pour from the corner of your mouth and slip down your chin before dripping onto your chest.

“How fucking hot…” He mutters before slowly pulling his fingers from your mouth. “Take my cock out for me, baby,” Your hand immediately drops from his wrist and your other hand releases his hair as you move to grip onto his shorts, he pulls his hand away from your neck, allowing you to look down between your bodies. You carefully push it down before you carefully move his underwear over his bulge. “Hmm… see what you caused,” Your pussy twitches as you saw his cock, the prominent vein on the underside and the slit leaking with pre-cum.

“Fuck, Juyeon…” You whimper. You move your hands to the hem of his shirt and curl your fingers around the fabric before pushing it upwards, he lifts his arms, letting you remove it. You could see his skin glistering with sweat as you toss the shirt aside. “Wow…” You barely picked up as he moves everything that was on the couch out of the way or even pushing it onto the floor, he grips onto your waist and moments later you found yourself on your back and him hovering above you with his cock pressing between your folds, inches away from your entrance, his body moves, and you quickly realise he was getting rid of his pants and underwear.

“I need to be inside you so desperately now,” He says. You feel one of his hands slide down your thigh before he wraps your leg around his waist before his hand disappeared and seconds later you felt his cock sliding down to your entrance.

“Ohh, oh, fuck, yes, I…” You moan out, your lids fluttering at the feeling of his cock causing friction against your pussy. You lift your other leg and wrap it around his waist, hooking your ankles. He pushes his cock into your entrance before his hand pressed down into the couch next to your head. “Ohh, oh, fuck, Ju…”

“Fuck, I… uhm,” He groans as he feels your sopping walls sucking him right in. “Fuck…” His other hand finds yours, and he pushes it down above your head, his fingers interlacing with yours and squeezing your hand as he slides deeper into you. “So… good,” His words were strained as his mind spun at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him.

“Ju…” You moan, your free hand moves to the back of his head, and you slide your fingers through his hair before gripping onto them. “So… good,” You feel his hips pause once he was completely inside you, both of you breathing hard at how good it was feeling.

“Shit… so good,” He mutters, you stare into his eyes and saw his pupils were dilated and pleasure was morphed onto his face. “Fuck,” He lifts his hips, his cock siding out from you almost fully before he thrusts back into you.

“Fuck!” You moan as you feel your breath get stuck inside your throat for a moment. The sound of your juices squelching fills the air and the sound of your moans and his grunts and groans bounced off the walls, his hips were moving just fast enough to cause pleasure to course through your veins and a ball of ecstasy to build inside you again yet slow enough to drag the moment out.

“Fuck, fuck, taking me so good,” He grunts. The sound of skin hitting against skin was loud as he thrusts in and out of you, your walls were starting to pulse around him as another high was building inside you, you squeeze your eyes shut, and you could already see stars starting to appear behind your lids.

“Fuck, Ju… fuck,” You breathe out. You could feel your muscles starting to pull tighter as the blissful feeling was nearing. “More, harder,” And with your words, his hips thrust into you harder, and you could feel the ball of tension inside you becoming bigger. “Fuck, fuck, I…” You could feel tingles running up and down your spine, making you dig your heels into his lower back. “Ju…” Your hips buck up into his, and you feel his cock sliding deeper into you momentarily, your muscles twitch and the stars behind your eyes quickly turn into fireworks as the tension inside you snaps. “JU!”

“That’s it, fuck, yes,” He groans out, his hips moving faster as he feels your walls milking his cock. “Fuck…” You push your head harder against the couch as your body shakes with pleasure, your hand squeezes his, and you could feel your thighs becoming wet with how your wetness splattered against them.

“JU!” You scream. His other hand slides between your bodies and, moments late, your back arches as you feel his fingers touch your clit. “FUCK!” You hadn’t even come down from your high, and he was already causing another one to build up inside you. “JUYEEEOOOONN!” His hips were stuttering as he tried to keep up with the fast pace he had, but his mind was buzzing with pleasure and the feeling he was going to experience within moments.

“Fuck, keep milking my cock, baby,” He breathes out. Your body felt sticky and wet, and everything felt sinful as you did it in the living room, but it all felt so right and so good. Your legs shake as another orgasm rips through you, and you could feel tears spilling from the corner of your eyes.

“FUCK, SHIT, I!” You scream, unable to form a proper sentence. Your mind was empty as your body floats through the blissful feelings, his hips falter as your walls clamp down around him, and then he felt it, a heartbeat in the tip of his cock and he knew that he was close. “Juyeon, fuck, I…” His fingers rub your clit vigorously as his hips ram into yours.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” His voice hitches as he chants out, his back arches, and he tilts his head back as the feeling of the heartbeat explodes in the head of his cock and hot ropes of cum spill into your hole, filling you with his load. “FUCK, Y/N!” His hips slow down until they’re just rocking into yours to ease himself through his high, his fingers pause against your clit and his jaw clenches as he breathes loudly through his nose. Your body felt like it was numb to the amount of pleasure that you experienced, and your lids felt heavy as you forced them open to watch him experience his high.

“Fuck… just like that, Ju…” You whisper, your grip on his hair loosened as you slide your hand to his cheek and softly rub your thumb over his cheek. “Just like that, it feels so good,” You feel his hips come to a halt against yours, and he lowers his head before burying it in the crook of your neck to take a moment to catch his breath.

You both lay there in silence as you let the moment sink in and let everything settle down, the temperature slowly begins to drop, and the colder air begins to nip at your sweat-coated skin, the feeling of the afterglow slowly begins to settle inside you, and you felt content with him being on top of you, his warmth radiating off onto you and his scent surrounding you and filling your lungs, which immediately brought you comfort and a sense of peace.

“Did you like tasting yourself from my fingers?” He asks as he lifts his head, you nod your head as you make eye contact with him, the clouds of lust now gone and replaced with warmth.

“Hmm, I did,” You say. He slowly releases the grip he had on your hand and moves his hand that was between your bodies away and presses it into the couch.

“And how are you feeling?” He asks. “Anything you didn’t like?” You quickly shake your head. “Any pain?” You once again shake your head. “Any discomfort?”

“No to all of them,” You quickly say. “Just pleasure, and all good feelings,” He nods his head. “And you, any pain? Any discomfort?” He chuckles and leans slightly down, his nose brushing against yours.

“No to all of them,” He whispers. “All pleasure,” You tilt your head and your lips touch, your eyes shut as his lips move against yours, love pouring into you at that moment as he kisses you with passion and love. The kiss didn’t last long before you pulled back, breathing hard again. “Why don’t we go clean each other?”

“I would like that very much,” You say. He gently smiles before releasing your hand and sitting back on his knees, his cock slipping out from you and causing your mixed arousal to spill from you.

“Hmm, we definitely should,” He says before standing, he takes your hand and pulls you into a sitting position before pulling you to your feet. “I can’t wait to let you feel and see how my hands can clean you also.”

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[thistaleisabloodyone]

Performer's battle from Nippon Haku Bangkok 2023 with THE RAMPAGE, BALLISTIK BOYZ and PSYCHIC FEVER

#the rampage from exile tribe #ballistik boyz #ballistik boyz from exile tribe #psychic fever #psychic fever from exile tribe #so basically the only members not to be in this video are the rmpg vocalists #i always wonder how much they choreograph these #but kaisei's had to be hella choreographed to have those moments #where it looked like he was elbowing makoto in the head #and kicking ryu in the chin #they had to be in ONE PLACE exactly for those shots to go off #(safely too for those shots to go off visually and safely)

[blu-joons]

Late Night Snacks ~ Kim Younghoon

A sigh of relief came from you as you finally walked through the door, a sweet smell surrounding you as soon as you walked in. Your footsteps were quiet as you moved through your apartment, trying to figure out what was going on around the place.

As you neared the kitchen, the faint sound of music playing began to draw you in. As you pushed the door open, your eyes landed on a figure stood in front of the microwave placing a brown paper bag down into a dish just beside it.

The sound of the door opening brought their eyes to look around. “Hey, you finally made it home.”

A hum came from you as you walked towards Younghoon, “don’t even get me started on today.”

His head nodded understandingly, showing you the bowl that had a bag of popcorn cooling inside of it. Once your smile lit up, Younghoon placed the bowl back down before walking across the room to get to you, taking your bag off of your shoulder.

“If you don’t want to get started on work, let’s talk about something else,” Younghoon proposed, an offer which you immediately nodded in reply too.

“I’ll finish that popcorn if you get me started, I swear stress eating is a thing.”

A chuckle came from him as Younghoon hung your bag on the bag of the dining chair before moving his hand around to rest against the small of your back. His strong hold managed to draw you closer into his chest, resting your head against with a gentle sigh escaping.

With the music from the radio continuing to play, Younghoon moved his over arm to wrap around you too. Before you knew it, you found yourself swaying with him, allowing his hold to guide you to where he wanted you to be.

Your focus was elsewhere as you recovered from your day, but Younghoon was finely tuned to the music that played, moving the two of you in time with it perfectly.

“How’s this?” Younghoon whispered down to you after a few minutes of just enjoying the silence between the two of you. “Does dancing with me make you feel better?”

A laugh came from you as your head found itself nodding in agreement with Younghoon once again. “We’ve never done anything like this before, usually we just crash on the sofa and eat.”

A hum of acknowledgement came from Younghoon as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head before clearing his throat. “I had a feeling that you might need a few moments to relax yourself tonight.”

Younghoon couldn’t have been more right, picking up on the hints that you dropped as perfectly as ever, being there for you when you needed him to be to pick your mood back up again.

As the two of you fell silent again, your concentration fell back onto the small steps that the two of you were taking around your kitchen. The popcorn that Younghoon had made had been well and truly forgotten about, but the chance to dance with you was worth it.

He could feel just how sleepy you were as you relaxed against him, struggling to keep your eyes open as the gentle sways calmed you down quickly. You were lost in your own little world with Younghoon, feeling as if you were somewhere far more idyllic than your kitchen.

Above your head where his rested, Younghoon felt pretty serene too. There was a calmness that came with your slow dance that he never expected but loved all the same.

“Let’s just stay here all night long,” he suggested as his hand began to tickle gently into the small of your back. “I was thinking of going and watching a film whilst waiting for you to get home, but I think I’ve found something better to do now.”

Your head nodded against Younghoon’s chest, feeling his hold around you tighten. To say you were settled was an understatement, you never imagined coming home and feeling so calm after your day, but somehow Younghoon managed to make that happen for you.

“I can’t believe I’ve never danced like this with you before,” Younghoon continued to mumble, “how have I never thought to see how good slow dancing is with you?”

“Slow dancing always just makes me think of a first dance.”

You didn’t mean anything by what you said, but it was enough to make Younghoon stiffen slightly. He had never thought to think of a slow dance as a first dance, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, the corners of his mouth quickly turned up as he imagined your first dance of your own one day.

He chose not to say anything to you, but his mind was full of thoughts as to what the future had ahead for you both. He more wanted to stay just in the moment with you, but the little voice in the back of his head couldn’t help but run away slightly and think a considerable distance into your future together.

“What do you say about just staying in here all night?” Younghoon asked you as he began to step you more towards the left, moving around the table in the middle of the room.

“If you want to carry my sleeping figure to bed, I’ll stay here with you all night long,” you laughed, allowing Younghoon to guide you without any idea as to where he was taking you.

He knew exactly what he wanted though, with his eyes staring across the room. “You know that I’ll carry to bed if you’re sleepy, that’s an easy job for me.”

Before you had the chance to reply, you heard rustling from behind you. Glancing past your shoulders, your eyes noticed Younghoon’s hands no longer resting on the small of your back but opening the bag of popcorn.

Your head shook back at Younghoon as he innocently smiled down at you, managing to pour the bag into the bowl before lifting it up and bringing it between you both.

“I love dancing with you, but I love popcorn too,” he smirked to you.

Your hand lifted from Younghoon’s chest and quickly began to dig in too. “Dancing is hard work, I think I need a snack,” you agreed, throwing several pieces into your mouth.

Between the two of you somehow you managed to sit the bowl of popcorn between your frames as the two of you started to move around again. Both of your sets of eyes were on the dish as you moved, being careful not to knock it.

“I’m pretty sure that this counts as a skill,” Younghoon joked, “dancing and balancing popcorn.”

Your head quickly nodded in agreement, “I think maybe we should make this our new thing, the dancing balances out that we’re eating popcorn too.”

“That’s so true,” Younghoon chuckled, “when I inevitably get scolded for not sticking to my diet at work, I can tell them that I danced whilst I ate it so technically it’s like I’ve never had the popcorn in the first place.”

“Do you really think they’ll believe that?”

“It’s worth a try,” Younghoon laughed, “I’ll give any excuse to justify a sweet treat, even if it’s slow dancing with you.”

“If this becomes a thing, your managers will kill you.”

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Masterlist

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[jeongjaebae]

Takes one to know one [teaser]

Pairing: Hyunjae x reader Genre: E2L!! E2L!!! ENEMIES TO LOVERS Warnings: y/n swears a lot and radiates angry energy :') A/N: ~900 words of typical jeongjaebae-ness. the start of the ~25k (???) work that gave life to offend and want aka all your hyunjae e2l dreams wrapped up in one fic

You have no idea why everyone compares you to Hyunjae. Sure, the two of you might be at the top of your class and working on the same thesis topic, and maybe you both have a competitive streak. Maybe you like to get on his nerves because he gets on yours. But that doesn't mean you're anything like him... right?

Lee Hyunjae, Lee Hyunjae, Lee Hyunjae.

The entire week you'd been hearing this name as it echoed off the walls of your office, all throughout your classes, and now even at the table of your department lunch.

He's the new transfer student, supposedly here to do research at your college for a year before returning to wherever he's from. Which is a totally normal and boring reason for him to be here, of course. But that's not why this whole situation annoys you.

You're irked because you seem to be the only one who hasn't crossed paths with him yet and doesn't know who he is or what he looks like. You're bothered by the way he's already made a name for himself amongst your peers during the brief time he's been here. And then there's the way his name slips out of mouths like he's some kind of god? The absolute worst.  

"Who the fuck is Lee Hyunjae?"

You hardly notice when the table goes silent at your outburst, all eyes on you in various degrees of shock. There's Jisoo beside you, mouth open the slightest, and there's Juyeon diagonally across from you, dropping the piece of sushi he'd held in his chopsticks. You're lucky your supervisor isn't here to witness this moment.

This was supposed to be a nice lunch that Dr. Kim decided to put together to celebrate the various publications and achievements your department has accomplished. It's supposed to be a great time and it's not like you want to ruin the mood or anything, but all this talk about this Hyunjae person has been very off-putting—

The guy across from you puts his chopsticks down and holds out a hand. "It's Y/N, right? I'm Hyunjae."

Oh.

Jisoo elbows you, snapping you out of the sudden whirlwind of thoughts. She looks at you pointedly, tilting her head towards where Hyunjae's hand still hangs awkwardly over the table while the rest of the department seems extremely focused on this moment for whatever reason.

"Right," you say, shaking his hand half-heartedly with your mind still running on autopilot. "Nice to meet you."

The rest of the lunch goes by in a blur. You're too preoccupied with replaying that scene and thinking back to how you arrived at this point—why did you practically embarrass yourself in front of the entire department over this annoying new guy? Though when you think about it, he really isn't that new. In fact, you've met him multiple times already.

It all started a week ago.

Monday morning. It'd been a rough start—first, you'd overslept and were late for your class, and if that wasn't bad enough, the side door that was going to be your shortcut to class was locked. Your only glimmer of hope was the guy standing by the door on the inside. He'd looked up at the sound of your knocks, stared at you, and then simply walked away without letting you in. You were late for class.

The second incident was a couple of days after that. You got called on in class by your prof, which isn't something you'd normally worry about, but the person who turns around to stare at you as you're answering causes the words to die in your throat. It was the door guy. He had the audacity to add onto your answer too, that bastard.

And even today at the lunch earlier, he'd taken the exact food item you'd reached for—not once but twice. Sure, it might've been a coincidence, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that this annoying undergrad was out to get you. Whose lab was he in anyway and why did he suddenly appear? You'd never seen him before this week.

But it's only after your outburst and that abrupt revelation that you realize he's no undergrad at all. He's not here as a research assistant, nor is he the student of one of the TAs in the department. The new guy sitting directly across from you is the infamous Hyunjae that you've heard about all week. You just never pieced it together.

Though it's not like it's that stupid of a mistake—this is not how you pictured him to look like at all.

Based on how smart everyone says he is, you'd pictured a stereotypical nerd: thick glasses, greasy hair, perhaps a hoodie swallowing up his entire body as he slouches at his desk. The guy in front of you now, however, is the complete opposite of that. What is he doing at grad school anyway? It's a waste of those good looks to be hiding them in the depths of your lab. A crime, a travesty. How is it possible to be that smart and good-looking? Couldn't he leave some talent for the rest of you? What a selfish bastard.

"I'm selfish?" Hyunjae asks, meeting your eyes.

He waits for an answer and it's only then that you realize you'd said the words out loud. You open your mouth with an apology on the tip of your tongue but then stop when you see his expressions—Hyunjae raises a brow, perhaps concerned with your statement or with the intense staring you'd been doing as you try to process all of this. But surprisingly enough, he doesn't seem confused. He's not upset, nor does he duck his head and look away.

Instead, he smiles. The corners of his lips curve into an amused smirk paired with a twinkle in his eye.

Little did you know what kind of rivalry you just started.

#hyunjae fic #hyunjae imagines #hyunjae x reader #hyunjae scenarios #hyunjae drabble #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz fluff #the boyz fic #my fic #lmk if the full thing should go up as a one shot or series #or idk two shot or something #granted i have to actually finish it first.... hah.... #just wanted to post SOMETHING when i have a bit of time :')

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[juyeon x hyunjae]

rose gold by ticktokki (1/1 | 10,971 | T)

Juyeon’s perhaps too nice for his own good. Letting a stranger fall asleep on you—on the train, too—is probably beyond the average act of kindness. But what surprises him is when he lets it happen, over and over again.

What surprises him most is when he falls in love with Jaehyun, the shoulder-hogger.

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#jumil fic rec #jumil #juyeon x hyunjae #juyeon x jaehyun #the boyz #one shot #t: meet-cute #? #t: train #t: strangers to lovers #wc: 10k-25k #c: kpop #rpf #kae’s favs