#choom really likes to get on my nerves

[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x Reader)

Part 18<-

Part 19

Pairing: Han x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Fighting

Word Count: 3k

Note: Finally a new Part. Hope you like it and I‘m really sorry that you have to wait for new updates. But I want to write things I‘m confident with and that takes some time. <3 You remember that Video of Felix sitting on Hannies legs? Got inspired ;)

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

"I don't wear panties, you know."

Jisung's wide eyes, pouted mouth, and frozen look on his face was pure gold as you leaned down and whispered in his ear. You didn't know what had made you do it, but you had been so restless since this morning and an excited tingle had been spreading through your stomach all day. The boys made you unsettled, especially living with them. Seeing Chan‘s firm stomach, while he walked around the dorm almost naked every day, or Changbin‘s sweaty body when he came back from working out, Felix morning face, with those big glasses or Jeongins puffy cheeks after showering. All that was too much to handle the whole day, without being able to release some steam. The schedule for all of you were extremely time and energy consuming, which meant you hardly had any time together. It sucked but the preparation for the comeback would soon be over.

Then Jisung started to tease you in front of the whole crew of the Studio Choom Channel. The kids recorded the performance video for the title song today. It was a strong song and you were sure it would hit the fans like a wrecking ball, despite its unusual emotional depth and extreme mixed genres.

The Kids all looked fantastic. The new hair colors looked great on them, and you were especially taken with Han today. Probably because he wouldn't stop teasing you. He was clingy, kept pulling you back by the hand when you whizzed past him, called your name loudly to embarrass you in front of the film crew, and kept stealing little things you needed to work through your checklist. To sum it up: He was getting on your nerves big time with his outrageously handsome face.

While the guys all had enough to do themselves with makeup, outfits and rehearsals, Han seemed to calmly devote his attention only to you. You were already hurrying across the set again, where the lights were set up, and urgently needed to write down the number of one of the new stylists to hire him for the next time as well.

Thanks to him, the outfit selection had gone quickly and smoothly.

You patted down the pockets in your dress and then your bag, but you couldn't find anything there either.

"Jinnie have you seen my pen?", you asked stressed, but he just shook his head:

"Sorry, princess."

Then he proceeded to throw cheeseballs at I.N.

Chan and Felix were sitting in makeup getting made up while Seungmin and Minho were already in front of the camera getting their positions set. Just as you walked past Han, who was lounging in a chair, you wanted to scream out loud at his grin.

"Looking for something?", he asked in an innocent voice, tilting his head so that he could almost rest it against the back of the chair.

Annoyed, you took a deep breath and approached him.

"Where is it? Ji give it to me!", you snapped at him and he just grinned broadly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sweetie. But when you're mad, you look really hot."

"Stop playing games!"

He chuckled and you wanted to be angry at him so bad, to get that stress off your chest, but he looked at you with so much joy in his shining eyes that you just couldn't do it.

"You... Just wait!", you muttered and your fighting spirit was gradually awakened. That's how it always went between you two. Everything was a game by now and the other was trying to win at any cost. If you weren't so competitive, you might have admitted that playing games with Jisung was fun and you even liked it a little when he annoyed you.

You leaned down towards him and began to scan his upper body with your hands. Irritated, he raised his arms and let you slide your fingers into each pocket and fold of his clothes. But there was nothing there. When you lifted your gaze, his face suddenly hovered directly in front of yours. Your hands were firmly at his stomach, and as the corners of his mouth slowly lifted, you drew your eyebrows together.

"Go ahead and keep looking! Maybe it's hidden in my pants. You should search there."

His suggestive tone of voice was unmistakable.

Shaking your head, you couldn't hide the smirk at his audacity. Slowly you let your hands wander into his lap and braced yourself against his thigh, arching your back a little. The red accent in his hair made him look even bolder, and today mischievousness shone in his eyes to a whole new extent.

"Isn't Minho playing with you today, or why are you so needy for my attention?", you asked provocatively, and immediately his eyes darted to your lips.

It would be way to easy to overcome the minimal distance for him to kiss you and you loved to stir him up like that.

You squeezed his thigh lightly and as if by itself he looked into your cleavage next.

"I'd much rather play with you. You have better arguments", he shot back, clearly alluding to what he hoped to catch a glimpse of under your dress. Now the corners of your mouth lifted as well, and you got an urge to take it to the extreme to see who would give up first.

"Tell me where my pen is now or you'll never see a glimpse of those arguments again, Ji!", you muttered dangerously, digging your fingernails into his leg until he hissed.

Then he nodded behind you.

"There it is..."

You followed his gaze and rolled your eyes directly. Of course, the pen was lying on the floor right in front of his chair. He must have thrown it there before you got to him.

You pushed yourself away from him and understood his plan too late. It was only when you bent down to pick up the pencil that finally the penny dropped. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Jisung with his hands clasped behind his head, leaning back in his chair and enjoying the view of your butt peeking out from under your dress.

From the satisfied look on his face, you knew his plan had worked. You stood up and as you walked by, you murmured to him:

"You can only lose this game, dickhead."

Jeongin looked confused at you two, but Minho only shook his head at him and gestured for him to say nothing. He was already used to your bickering and knew it was better not to interfere. There was always that weird sexual tension which everybody left speechless.

Finally, you had unceremoniously disappeared into the bathroom as the boys were busy shooting the first part of the choreography. You slipped out of your pink lace panties and crumpled them up in your hand.

When you came back, the guys sat together in a little break where makeup and hair were touched up.

Seemingly by chance, you sat down next to Han, who was talking to the director. He advised him to stand at a different angle to the camera for his part, and Han nodded vehemently. Under the table, you apparently randomly brushed Han's thigh with your leg and smiled to yourself as he stiffened next to you.

"I don't wear panties, you know", you whispered to him at a moment when the Director across the table was talking to Chan. Han's mouth opened and closed like a fish and he had obviously forgotten everything the Director had said to him.

If he gave you a hard time at work, so could you.

His gaze was glued to your lap and he inevitably imagined you wearing nothing else under that skimpy black dress.

"You're bluffing", he finally whispered, slowly lifting his gaze to look you in the eye.

You crossed your legs and returned his gaze with such intensity that it gave him goosebumps.

You closed your elegant fingers around his hand under the table and with the other hand you put your lace panties in his palm before you just stood up and disappeared. Just as the director turned back to address him, Jisung stared down at his hand where the piece of thin fabric now lay. You saw him snap out of his daze at the third repetition of his name, and he quickly slipped your underpants into his pocket.

You had won this round, that was clear.

Self-satisfied, you watched him give you warning looks as soon as he was back on the set. For the rest of the shoot, he never had a chance to talk to you. There was always someone around who could listen and so he was forced to watch you with the knowledge of your bare cunt, when you were squeezing your knees together while sitting down or adjusting your dress.

It drove him crazy. He wanted to rip the dress off your body and risk a glimpse of your naked middle, to finally get that temptation out of his head. That only he knew and couldn't tell anybody made it so much worse.

After hours of dancing and tons of repetition, he dropped loudly onto the couch. A small seating area had been set up next to the set so the guys could take a break there and watch the footage.

Felix and Jeongin sat on the second couch while Chan and Hyunjin watched the choreography on the screens to judge if they were happy with it. Your feet were already hurting from the long day, and even the walk to pick up the coffee you ordered felt like an eternity.

But now you were walking around distributing the orders among the guys and the staff. When you were about to give one of the last coffees to Felix, Jisung looked up from the sofa with wide eyes. You could see exactly how much the whole thing kept him busy and that he had your panties in his pocket the whole time, even during the shoot, didn't let him rest for a second.

You handed Felix the only milkshake and he smiled brightly at you.

Seungmin leaned back on an armchair with a tissue stuck to his forehead so his makeup wouldn't be ruined by the sweat. Changbin sat at the other end of the sofa with closed eyes, so there was a gap between him and Han.

"You could have sent someone to get the coffee", said Minho, sitting in an armchair and propping his elbows on his knees, the coffee between his hands.

"Yes. But no one but me can remember your confusing extra requests", you said with amusement, taking the last cup from the cardboard box.

"That's why we love you", Jeongin sighed, exhaling with relish as he took a sip from his cup.

"Come here and I'll thank you appropriately!", flirted Changbin suddenly awake again, winking charmingly at you. He stroked one hand up your thigh to the hem of your skirt.

"Stop that, Bin!”, you breathed with a laugh and quickly jumped on before anyone saw how red your cheeks were getting just because of his touch. You ran over to Han and handed him his iced Americano.

"Does it have cream in it?", he asked just to annoy you, and you coolly returned his gaze. Of course, he had to keep provoking.

You withdrew your hand just as he was about to grab it, opened the lid and took a big gulp.

"Yes... Yes there's cream in it," you said, continuing to deny him the cup.

He tried to reach for it, but you held it a little higher so he couldn't reach it from a sitting position.

"What's the matter, Hannie? Do you need caffeine to get back on your feet?", you asked with a sweet undertone, like you were talking to a puppy and the others watched you intently. Han pouted and fell back on the couch. His legs were apparently barely cooperating. After hours of dancing, it was no wonder.

"Give me that! Please! I need this. My legs hurt like hell."

You looked down at him and considered teasing him further for a moment, but he looked really exhausted. So you sighed and gave him the cup. Hastily he started to drink a big gulp. Coffee was really like gasoline for the kids. It only took one full cup and they were working again.

But you were also done so you wanted to sit down between him and Changbin. It was the only empty seat and your feet were screaming for a break.

Jisung realized this as he put his coffee down on the floor. He was faster than you and spun to put his legs across the couch. Uncomprehending, you stared at him and he just looked back with an innocent face.

"What are you doing?", you asked, and he clasped his hands behind his head.

He widened his eyes on purpose and grinned in amusement, to mock you. With a snort, you simply turned around and dropped onto his thighs. Immediately his upper body shot up and a tortured cry escaped him as your entire weight abruptly landed on his already exhausted thighs.

But you made no move to get up and his whining quickly turned to a frown as you slid around a bit on his legs to get comfortable.

"What?", you snapped at him as he just glared at you.

"Do that again!", he urged you, and you looked down at his legs in wonder. His thighs under yours felt tense and you could feel the fabric of his pants right against your bare core. Slowly you moved your pelvis back and forth and an overwhelmed moan escaped him.

"Oh. That feels good!"

The pressure you applied to his tense muscles with your legs was more than pleasurable for him and his head fell back into his neck.

"Does that massage you? Does that really help?", you asked in wonder, moving a little harder as you braced yourself against the back of the sofa behind you. Another loud gasp escaped him and he clasped your thigh with both hands.

"Yeah... That's good. It feels good", he sighed and you had to grin as his fingernails dug into your inner thigh as soon as you put more pressure with your left thigh on his bulge. Suddenly he opened his eyes and your gazes met. Now he felt your exposed cunt right up against his thigh and the friction of your bare skin right on his length, sent heat racing between his legs.

"Wha... Hold still!", he breathed suffocated.

He grabbed your thigh so tightly you couldn't move and pressed it against the growing hardness between his legs. That had been far too easy.

His hands were so tense against your thighs that his veins stood out, and the silver rings he wore pressed cool against your skin.

A choking gasp escaped him that you had only heard so far when he had fucked you as you rolled your hips harder against his lap.

At that point, Hyunjin cleared his throat loudly and glancing over at him, you noticed the cameraman shooting the Making-Off for the Stray Kids channel much too late.

Had he been recording all of this? Han also cleared his throat softly and his cramped fingers would definitely leave marks on your skin. So you leaned back, seeming relaxed, and had to grin into yourself when you felt the outline of his hard dick pressed against the underside of your thigh.

"Are you okay, Ji?", you asked in the most innocent tone of voice that had ever crossed your lips, and he just glared at you with clenched teeth. His face was fiery red by now, even though he tried to look unbothered.

You started a casual conversation with Jeongin and Seungmin until the cameraman lost interest and Chan started talking to the camera. Han was never so quiet in his life.

Not long after, he excused himself and disappeared.

You didn't meet him again until you were in the car half an hour later. The shoot was finished and you could finally go home. So you had the afternoon free.

In the car you felt Jisung's piercing gaze on you and that could only mean one thing:

He would pay you back.

At the dorm, you had just set a foot over the threshold when Han pushed past you and jumped into the hallway, making you almost loose your balance.

"Why are you so annoying?", you snapped at him, and he stepped so close to you that you had to tilt your head back to look him in the eye.

He bent down and grinned meanly while one hand gripped your ass and the other held your waist tightly.

"I love it when you look at me like that", he teased, squeezing your flesh until you hissed and pushed him away by his chest.

"Can you just shut up for five minutes, Ji?"

The others watched you silently as they slipped out of their shoes. Despite the apparent argument, there was so much tension in the air between you that it almost seemed like you were having fun with it. The others just waited for you to pounce on each other.

"Just ask nicely. You know I love it when you beg."

"I liked you better with your head between my legs. At least you were quiet then."

Felix almost tripped over Jeongin, who froze and put both hands to his mouth. Changbin snorted loudly and Hyunjin grabbed Chan's arm to stop himself from bursting out with laughter, exactly like Chan who looked at you with disbelieving eyes.

"Shots fired!", laughed Seungmin and Minho patted Han's shoulder as he walked by, as if to comfort him. Ji looked at you speechlessly as well, but instead of countering, the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slowly.

You were just able to kick off your shoes before he grabbed your arm and dragged you into his room.

Behind him, the door flew shut with a loud bang and before you could take a breath, he pressed his lips to yours.

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->Part 20

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[trashcatsnark]

WIP Day

Tagged by @derelictheretic a couple, maybe several days ago (work training been kicking my butt, time has lost all meaning) but here's some more of Can You Feel the Sun? My cyberpunk 2077, SilverV fic with my goblin child

“We’re really doing this? Gonna crash the parade meant to honor Hanako’s corpo-vampire daddy, just so Takemura can get an audience with her,” he calls out as V turns her back to him, scraping dirt off her jacket. But it just sticks to her rain slick fingers. 

Can he even decide what he wants? Says that this is stupid, then says that maybe they can use Goro, and then once again is trying to talk her out of it. And she knows he doesn’t trust Goro and doesn’t want her working with him. But if she doesn’t figure out where Mikoshi is- which she has no other idea of how to do that, he’s also going to be mad. 

“I- ugh, I’m not having this conversation, there’s no point, no matter what I say you’re gonna find an excuse to be mad at me.”  

She starts to walk through the underpass, looking for a spot to climb back up to street level, so she can head home.  This isn’t worth it. He’s in a mood. She should have known. He was far too quiet during the recon with Goro. V should have known he had a tantrum brewing. Johnny rarely affords her peace for so long. 

“Wouldn’t be mad at you if you weren’t such a fuckin’ idiot,” he barks back, as the wind whips rain into her face, “done a lotta gonk shit in my day, but never got in the same bed as the fuckin’ enemy.” 

“G-Goro is not the enemy-” 

Then he’s in front of her, flickering- glitching into her line of sight. Not letting her keep her back turned to him. His dark eyes are now hidden behind his red aviators, His shoulders drawn tight, tense and ready to lash out- V glowers back, clenching her fists, ready for Johnny’s brand of small-scale warfare. 

“The fuck he isn’t, how stupid can you be?” He derides, stepping closer to her. 

“Yes, yes, he was Saburo’s bodyguard, I know- sound like a broken record, Johnny.” 

“Said it himself, chips had fallen any differently and he would’ve blown your damn head off,” he tells her, tapping a finger gun against his temple for effect, another step into her space. V jutting her chin up to look up at him and avoid his chest smacking into her face. 

“I know, I-” 

“Knew this whole fuckin’ time where your choom was too,” he spits back and bile churns in V’s stomach, “sure didn’t jump to tell you ‘bout that one, did he?”

“Johnny…”  

She can’t deal with that right now, nerves too fried and energy drained. It took everything out of her when she first heard it, she can’t fix it, not yet- not right now. And if she dwells on it, she’ll just break down. 

And if she breaks down, she’ll be useless, and Johnny will be shitty about that too. 

“Looked down his fuckin’ nose at you, told ya your friend is currently rotting in digi-hell, then acted like he did you a favor,” he sneers, “still think he wouldn’t throw you under the bus, you’re fuckin’ braindead.” 

He raises a hand and thunks his index finger against her forehead, V smacking his hand down with a snarl. She doesn’t need this, she never fucking needs this shit, but he never fucking stops. The only time he isn’t bitching at her and mocking her is when he’s fucking her- and even then he’s degrading her, but at least it’s attractive then. Right now, it’s just exhausting. 

“Johnny…” His name comes out lower, rougher than she meant it to, and she doesn’t give a fuck if he hates the sound. If the growl of his name grates on his nerves and pisses him off, so be it. She can’t contain it, needs him to just stop. 

He grins, smug as the corners of his mouth turn up. V’s fists clench as she gathers every ounce of her willpower not to punch him. 

“Why- why are you looking at me like that?” She pushes at his ribs, trying to force him out of her space, but he doesn’t budge.  Only serving to let V feel the warmth of his skin through his thin Samurai tank top. 

“Like what?” He deflects, scowling now, acting like he didn’t just go from frothing at the mouth to grinning at her. 

“I don’t know, like a weirdo.” 

“Hey,” he points a finger at her accusatorily, “only person who’s been acting weird lately is you.” 

“What’s that suppose to mean?” 

“Don’t give me that shit- know exactly what I’m talkin’ about,” he spits back, expression snarled again and V groans, tugging at her hair- squeezing water out of the strands. She so wishes she could actually put him in a corner and give him a time out for this shit. 

This is ridiculous. Standing in an underpass in the pouring rain, arguing with a ghost in her head. Not for the first time, but god, she does wish it’d be for the last time. 

She genuinely has no earthly idea what he’s talking about, the merc trying to review anything she’s done out of the ordinary that could have extra pissed him off. Does he mean Goro- meeting up with former suit? Not wanting to kill him and treating him semi-nicely? She knows he doesn’t like it, but that’s not weird for her. She was almost kind of nice to Goro right out of the gate. 

“Jo-,” she needs to not yell, wanting to defuse this, trying to be the bigger person, “Johnny, I-”

“There! Right fuckin’ there, you did it again,” he snarls, “ya wanna fuckin’ yell at me- just fuckin’ yell at me, V!” 

She blinks, raindrops flicking off her lashes as she tries to process his words, raising an eyebrow at the rockerboy and scratching at her neck. 

“You… want me to yell at you…?”

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[fmdjace]

❝ when the gunshot’s all done ringin’, aim and shoot the sun at your heart  

interview related jihoon august waves cover date: august 2022 song choice:  word count:  notes: you can find it here

1. did you have a favorite outfit from the shoot?

“i think i have to go with the pink hoodie? it’s a colour i don’t get to wear a lot of, and the material was very soft. i managed to sneak a few selfies with it, so it’s definitely my favorite outfit.“

2. you were announced as one of the judges for the new survival show, street woman fighter. how do you feel about that opportunity?

“really, really excited. it took me a while to get opportunities to showcase my dance, but with how well the artist of the month video with studio choom went, a lot more opportunities got presented. i am really excited for people to see the show, it was very educational to be on it and all the crews were amazing to watch and work with.“

3. this photoshoots is very different from the aesthetic that catalyst has stuck to over the years, how do you feel about it?

“very refreshing. i think it’s nice that i got this opportunity to do such a soft.. yeah, soft shoot. i think i suited it very well, it was very fun, especially the teeth brushing shots. i think t hose have to be my favorite ones, but i also liked the sunflowers as a prop.“

4. how does it feel to be on a cover of a magazine?

“a bit nerve wrecking but very exciting. it’s also a great concept and shoot to be on a cover of a magazine, so im really glad this was it. from the concept to the staff, i’m really glad this was it.“

5. catalyst has been really bust the last couple of moths. do you have anything specific you do to keep relax during the schedules?

“my hobbies have always been ones that don’t really need a lot of time, but if i had it i would still most likely spend it on them. playing video games is probably my top relaxing activity. i always have my switch with me, or i tend to play tft on my phone. i also try and go to the gym at least five times a week, its a great street relieve and really sets the mood for the rest of my day.“

6. what are you interested in these days?

“i’ve been watching a lot of league of legends. we don’t have a lot of free time, so i can’t go and watch it live, so i watch online. i’ve also been trying to get back into taekwondo but i had to take a break again, our schedules don’t allow much time off. baking has been a new addition, i;ve been watching a lot of cooking shows and attempting to bake, it’s a lot trickier than i would like to admit.“

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[atozfic]

so good, so bad.

pairing. jung wooyoung x gn!reader. | warnings. ceo!wooyoung, employee!reader, office au, fluff, smut: dom!wooyoung, sub!reader, car sex, dirty talk, literally one spank, mentions of a toxic partner (not wooyoung), wooyoung is slightly aged up. | word count. 1.7k | synopsis. he makes it too easy to break the rules. (this is a shit description bye). | hyde's input. inspired by wooyoung’s studio choom performance, which single-handedly ended my writer’s block and had me writings this in less than 2 hours with no prior planning. the power of that man and his tits.

basic office etiquette dictates three very easy to follow rules.

the first one is simple: wear a smile.

a frown etches it’s way across your forehead as you stare down at the small screen. when another chat bubble appears, it’s content only serves to deepen your frown as you grip your phone a little tighter.

[15:37 pm] douche of the century baby.

[15:42 pm] douche of the century i miss you.

[15:55 pm] douche of the century come over tonight, wanna see you.

[16:03 pm] douche of the century c’mon, don’t be like this.

[16:19 pm] douche of the century you’re just being childish, stop ignoring me.

[16:27 pm] douche of the century i’m trying to make us work, trying to fix this.

[16:28 pm] douche of the century clearly i’m the only one who cares about us.

he has some real fucking nerves, to take such a tone with you. to speak to you like you’re a contortionist who has to bend to his every will and wish, as opposed to an independent adult who does as they want and when they please. to claim to care oh so much about fixing your relationship, when he’s the reason it’s always broken.

when things started out, when you’d agreed to dating him, you were young and fixated on the riveting feeling of young love, first love. it lasted for about six months, only for your illusion of him to be tainted and your mood to be dampened by his own inability to grow up and deal with issues. at the first sign of you two getting serious or conflict arising, he runs away, claims he needs a break. to clear his mind, to recharge his heart.

you’re on your seventh break in the past year.

you’ve sworn to yourself, this time, that it’s really the end. no comeback, no forgiveness, no returning to his familiar arms. you’ve been told by many people that you don’t even love him, that you just keep going back to him because he’s what you’re used to, what you’ve been used to for nearly two years. he’s the only relationship you’ve ever known and you’re too scared to see what will happen, what will come next, if you let go.

your phone buzzes once more and your grip tightens, eyes focusing on the screen again and half expecting to find another belittling text or accusatory message of things being your fault.

that’s not what you find.

[17:46 pm] mr. jung i wan’t you present during the six o’clock meeting.

[17:46 pm] mr. jung no one knows how to handle these investors like you.

that sinking feeling in your stomach no longer feels as heavy, yet your appetite is still very much gone. you no longer have the energy to finish what remains of your sandwich, so you discard it in the trash-can before beginning to gather everything you’ll need for the impending meeting.

another text arrives.

[17:49 pm] mr. jung and stop frowning, i don’t like it on you.

secondly, keep personal life out of the building.

the meeting moved slowly, like treacle slipping down the trunk of a tree. most of it was just you listening to the obscene demands of the company’s investors, some asking for more power than they're entitled to while others threatened to withdraw their money if they aren’t placed as a priority by the board of directors.

granted, mr. jung handled them fairly well, always the composed, charming and charismatic man he carried himself as. he knew when to flash a smile, when to add a comment filled with wit, when to leave things up to you, nothing more than a nod your way to let you know he agreed with any decision or move you made in regard to their demands.

you’re amazed at your capacity to think rationally, especially with mr. jung sat right across from you and dressed like absolute sin.

it’s no secret that your boss is attractive, and many of the office workers aren’t shy about saying so. they’ll openly gawk and outwardly compliment his looks to his face, and you know he eats it all up and uses it to fuel his own ego. because, while jung wooyoung is certainly the nicest boss you’ve ever had the pleasure of working for, he’s also the most vain.

today he’s decked out in all black, with the neckline of his waistcoat dipping a little too lowly and the top three buttons of his shirt popped open. his chest is on display and, finally, you understand why some people can’t tear their eyes away from a women’s cleavage. from the small glance you got when he entered the room, the pants of his suit leave little room for his thighs to breathe, fabric clinging on by a a thread around the swell of his muscle.

all in all, jung wooyoung looks less like a man in his early thirties, with bags under his eyes from a lack of sleep and stress in his heart from his workload, and far more like a model destined for the runway.

the moment the meeting ended, you’d excused yourself to the bathroom.

only once you were safely locked in a cubicle, the overwhelming need to cry finally won and tears breached the perimeter of your eyes, cascading down your cheeks in tiny waterfalls.

you weren’t even sure what the tears were in name of: your supposed ex, your failed relationship, the struggle of keeping your eyes off of the man who payed your bills, the tiredness from staying overtime and working hard to meet all your deadlines? none of it matters, really, for you compose yourself in little time and finally step back out into the hall, with every intention to pack up your things and head home for the day.

if it wasn’t for the solid chest you run smack into, you would have done just that.

“oh, y/n, i was just looking for you to ask-” mr. jung stops mid-sentence, the weight of his gaze heavy on your face. you realize, a few minutes too late, that you’d forgotten to wash the dried tears from your face. “you’ve been crying.”

“it’s nothing,” you quickly brush it off, and try to ignore the way his chest is right in your face and his cologne, expensive and musky, is consuming your senses. “just had something caught in my eye.”

you don’t believe yourself, and neither does he, planting his warm hand on your cheek only to swipe at one of your damp cheeks with his thumb, collecting the salty residue of your sadness.

“is it him again?” you hate that your boss knows so much about your pathetic love-life, knows you so well that he can tell when you’re dealing with heartbreak. “i thought you promised me you wouldn’t take him back last time.”

“i’m sorry, mr. jung-”

“hey, hey,” he coos, tilting your chin up and smiling at you so softly your knees almost give out. “you don’t need to apologize to me. you don’t need to apologize to anyone. and i told you, you can call me wooyoung.”

silence settles between you both as you stand in the hall. you wonder if there’s anyone in the security room, watching over the cameras as your boss continuously brushes his thumbs over your cheeks and holds your closer than any work colleague ever should.

“let me give you a ride, okay? i don’t want you walking home like this.”

lastly, don’t sleep with your boss.

the windows are too steamed up for any possible passer-by to get a glimpse at the action going on within the pulled over vehicle, and they’d likely regret it if they did manage to catch a look.

your thighs burn, scream in exhaustion yet your movements are undeterred, guided by wooyoung and his powerful grip on your hips, which he tightens and nails dig crescents into your skin with each bounce you give, pulling off of his hard cock only to slam back down on it and send an array of moans and groans out of you both.

“fuck,” he curses, and it’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard him say, so unreserved and not composed, all thanks to you. “so good, baby. you ride me so good.”

a hand lands on the back of your neck, dragging you down to meet his lips in a kiss made up of messy tongue movements and too much spit being exchanged. every so often, you feel him rut up into you and meet your own hips in perfect sync.

“does he-” he trails off, unable to contain another moan from escaping himself. “does he make you feel this good, huh? is that how he keeps you coming back?”

“no!” you cry out, and he knows you’re too far gone, too lost in your pleasure to think straight and continue fucking yourself on him.

his muscular arm finds it’s way around your back and, without slipping out of you, he presses you back against the steering wheel and finds his footing on the car floor, the perfect leverage to start jack-hammering his hips into you.

“i told you, sweet thing, to leave him. find a real man, instead of one that makes you cry.” in this new position, he’s more composed, the little control he’s gained over you serving to remind him how to properly function even in his cloud of lust. “have i ever made you cry?”

“no, mr. jung.” ironically, a cry escapes you as his hand lands down against your ass, only to sooth over the skin right after.

“as sexy as you sound calling me mister,” he mouths at your neck, picking up even more speed than you thought possible. your hand shoots up to grab at the ceiling of the vehicle, needing something to hold onto rather than the god between your thighs. “i like how my name sounds falling off of your pretty lips.”

it doesn’t take long till he has you falling undone against him, both of you too caught up in your exchange of pleasured sounds to pay mind to the horn beeping beneath the weight of you both.

in one day, you’ve broken every rule.

#ateez smut #jung wooyoung smut

[practicallyanyth1ng]

Prompt? I can’t stop thinking about what conversation(s) were had following Boat Drinks, especially between V and Johnny about Kerry but even between Johnny and Kerry (pills, flOATing taBLes, whatevs). I just feel like V would be bracing for Johnny to be an ass, but Johnny seems supportive when he appears during the mission so.... curious what you think :O

HELLO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY!!! I've been busy with ✨life✨

I don't really understand this that much, but I think I get the gist of it? So basically V expecting Johnny to be an ass about them getting together, but surprises V by being supportive? :D I hope I got that right!

. . .

V's awoken from his slumber when soft lips kiss his forehead, mumbling a quiet, "good mornin'" against his skin.

V opens one eye, trying to get his vision to focus from all the bright light shining through the windows to see his partner smiling down at him.

"Mornin'" he replies, voice gravelly from sleepiness.

"I'm gonna go take a shower; feel free to join me," Kerry says, winking. V smirks at the offer, watching Kerry stretch as he walks down the stairs of his mansion to head towards the bathroom.

The merc groans, slowly getting up and the images of what happened the previous night hit him all at once.

Kerry inviting him on the yacht...The low rumble of his humming as he plays on the expensive guitar, opening up to V about his past, and "life's loops."

Then everything going from zero to a hundred.

Kerry smashing the guitar, V following along with the chaos, the two of them laughing and wrecking the boat any way they could.

V brings his fingers to his lips. Heat rushing to his cheeks. He remembers their second kiss and how intoxicating it was.

Their warm bodies getting even hotter with the flames slowly burning the yacht into charred rubble. Kerry moaning into his ear as he rakes his nails across V's back. Sweat dripping from both their bodies, two becoming one, and reaching their climax-

There's a shiver that runs down V's spine and he has to snap himself out of it before he couldn’t control what happens...down there.

Maybe he would join Kerry in the shower after all.

He then hears the familiar sound of Johnny glitching into view. His expression is neutral as he leans against the glass window, looking at the view.

V can't quite make out what the rocker wants. The silence is deafening.

Slightly ticked off by the sudden weird tension creating in the air, he snaps, "Well? Got something to say?"

Johnny looks at him with feign innocence dripping heavy with sarcasm, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

This guy really knows how to get on his nerve sometimes.

"Cut the crap, Johnny. You mad about what happened with Kerry? Look, I know you two were good chooms, but-"

"Please. Mad? What would I be mad about? Kerry's always tried to get me in bed with him countless times during the Samurai days. In fact, I'm happy for the guy. In a way, he got what he finally wanted all these years."

V's eyes narrow, donning on a look of suspicion. "So...you're okay with it?"

Johnny scoffs. "What, you want my approval or somethin'?" He brings the digital cigarette to his lips and blows out a cloud of smoke.

V shrugs and there's a bit of hesitation in the way he does it. "Well...yeah. I mean, ...that's your best friend, right?"

V doesn't miss the way Johnny stiffens slightly, his movement freezing for a split second and there. Right there.

There lies the vulnerability that both men rarely show one another. That moment where they sit down and talk about their burdens and have a genuine conversation. Just like when Johnny took V to his apartment and asked him if he'd take a bullet for the digital ghost.

And of course V had answered: In a heartbeat.

Johnny glitches to sit right across V, taking of his sunglasses as he stares at the wooden floor, then at V.

"Yeah...Yeah I'm okay with it. Trust you'll treat him right."

V's heart flutters and he's so happy that he's grinning from cheek to cheek.

"Thanks, Johnny."

#I HOPE THIS IS RIGHT??? #and i hope you like this!! #its shorter than the last two but i cant really think of them having this convo again rather than the next day after the final kerry mission #im so so sorry about the late reply btw been drawing playing different games preparing to go to work #theres so much to do with so little time 😔 #i really wish they added the johnny and v dialouge that someone had found in the games files #it was so weird not having johnny say anything about the two #theres just so much cut content that couldve been so good it makes me so sad cause i love the game so much #praying for them to release it all in future updates amd dlcs!! #cyberpunk 2077 #games #kerry eurodyne #kerry x v #v x kerry #prompts #ask #johnny silverhand

[bekaroth-reads]

Johnny Silverhand x V

[This is an AU where they find a way to salvage the relic Johnny is on and put it in a new body]

There was the smell of smoke that wafted past the door as it opened. V didn't really want their whole apartment smelling like cigarettes, but they were also the only one that either could and or would take in the newly bodied Johnny Silverhand, who also refused to drop the habit. There was a good while that everyone thought that he, or rather the copy of his memory that was placed onto the relic had perished while being removed from V's head. Well, much to everyone's surprise between multiple people around Night City the relic was able to be fixed... sort of. After putting the thing in a body( an uninhabited one this time) there were still times where things would get fuzzy for him. From what he said it was similar to the relic malfunctions experienced while he was in V's head. This fact along with the fact that V had experience with the rocker was what lead to him being roomed with them until there was a way to fix him the rest of the way.

But, if there was one thing that V wouldn't stand for was having everything that they owned smelling like cigarette smoke. One of the main reasons was there had been multiple times where V had to sneak in more corpo inhabited area and the smell was a dead give away to the snobs' delicate senses that they were there. After this smoking was banned to the weapon room.

The amount of residual smoke that would roll out of the door when Johnny came back to the main area let V know how his day was going. Seeing as it looked almost like a sauna when Johnny left, V assumed today wasn't the best. They did decide to try to lighten the mood by teasing him a little bit; he would either go with it or go back to the other room for another drag. "Does no good to have this new body if you're just gonna smoke it to death." He flopped himself onto the couch next to the merc. "Eh, whaddu you care? You can always just put me in a new one apparently." They leaned forward, grabbed a candy off of their coffee table, unwrapped it, and popped it in their mouth. "Come on. It took who knows how many ripper docs to get you looking like your old self. There's no way that you want to go through that again. More importantly, neither of  us can pay for that again for quite some time."

Johnny ignored V's financial warnings, being more interested in what they just put in their mouth. "Hey, was that the last blue one?" He sounded more like an indignant kid rather than just curious. "Yeah, sorry." They weren't. Johnny grunted and leaned his head back. "You wouldn't like it anyways. These ones turn your mouth colors." They moved the candy around on their tongue. "Well, maybe I want my mouth to be blue." He grumbled. V laughed and went to turn to watch the tv when they suddenly felt an arm go around their shoulders. They looked over to see Johnny eyeing them with mischief etched all over his face. "Hey... What's up?" They questioned as the shit-eating grin on his face stretched wider. "What? Can't two chooms get close to each other?" Before they could say anything else he crashed his lips onto theirs.

It was a surprise definitely, but a welcome one. There had been a sort of unspoken tension building up between the two of them over the time that they had known each other; especially now that he had his own body and wasn't unwillingly taking over their's. There was a feeling of relief from this tension but also the feeling of giddiness bubbling up in V's stomach from the mixture of excitement and nerves. V almost passed out when they felt Johnny's tongue run across their lips asking for permission to enter. They opened their mouth almost too easy for him, causing him to chuckle in between kisses before achieving his goal.

His tongue danced not only around V's but also around the candy that had found itself in the middle of the newly formed battleground in V's mouth. The tangy taste of the candy bounced off of the bitter, burnt, and almost minty taste coming from Johnny; most likely from the cigarettes that he just burned through a few minutes ago. Just as V felt their lungs starting to burn from the lack of air, Johnny pulled back leaving both of them panting and lightheaded. "So... you think it's blue now?"

They were confused at his question; the haze from the previous events making thinking much more difficult than it should be. "My mouth." Johnny expounded when they didn't answer. "Do you think that was long enough for my mouth to turn blue?" It was at this point that V's mind cleared enough for them to noticed the slight muffle to Johnny's voice and the fact that their mouth was now empty. "Wha- is this all about the candy, you ass?!" They couldn't believe that he made out with them just to steal food out of their mouth. Johnny pondered for a moment, swishing the sweet around with his tongue as he did. He then gave V another smirk before turning his head in the other direction and forcefully spit it to land in an unknown area of the apartment. "Not anymore it's not." They were absolutely floored at what he just did. Hopefully, it didn't stick to anything too expensive. "Johnny, I cannot believe you just-" V's complaint was cut short by a chrome hand grabbing the front of their shirt and yanking the forward to be close to Johnny once more. "Shut the fuck up and get back over here." He laughed as he started to kiss them again.

#johnny silverhand x v #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077 v #it's my first time writing for this game #hopefully these aren't too out of character

[tired0artist]

sing to me (part one)

paring: female!V x Johnny Silverhand

summary: a street kid V falls in love with SAMURAI music and idolises Johnny Silverhand. years later she finally understands the saying “never meet your idols”

warnings: angst and fluff, Johnny being a dick as always, arguments, Jackie and V are like siblings, Mama Wells is the best, grief, V plays the guitar, more/different warnings in the future parts

note: I’m describing my V, but you can imagine her however you want tho

•SAMURAI fan V (street kid)•

Ever since she heard “Never Fade Away” playing on some radio on the streets, she fell in love with it.

She was around 13 and world was shitty, she was angry at the corpos and other rich bastards (her rebellious years really).

So finding out that basically the whole SAMURAI was fucking the corpos and singing about it? Also that Johnny Silverhand bombed Arasaka? Fucking legendary.

One of the happiest days of her life.

V started scavenging for their old records, t-shirts and shit like that. And her first payment for stealing some shard from some corpo fuck, went for a new record player.

When she hit 17, V snuck into some fancy bar to see Kerry Eurodyne playing. Of course he was playing some of his own songs, but couple of SAMURAI ones were there.

Another great day in her life.

Turning 21 instead of going drinking or something like that. V found herself at a music store, buying her first guitar.

For a year she was teaching herself how to play. To the point where her fingertips started scaring, from all the times she played until she bleed.

At 22 she played at some bar, earning some descent money. And a broken nose from some fuck who dared to insult her playing.

He of course looked far worse than she did.

That was when she met Jackie, while trying to steal a car.

Apparently getting your shit beaten out of you by cops, was a great start of a friendship.

Greatest day in her life.

She stopped sleeping in an old warehouse and moved in with Jackie, to his mama’s basement.

V felt the happiest there, the warmth and freedom of her new home. That’s how she wrote her first song.

“You should be a musician, you’re really talented” said Mama Wells as she came upon V humming and playing out on the balcony, Jackie sitting next to her with a beer.

V laughed but didn’t stop playing “Yeah sure”

“Mama is right! You could be a star chica” Jackie said, being as optics always.

“You could play at El Coyote Cojo during the weekends” Mama Wells said with a smile.

“I don’t know, the last time I played at a bar it ended up in a fight” V said, chewing on her lip.

“Chica... I’ll be your bodyguard. I’ll even wear a suit!” said Jackie with a grin.

V laughed “I sure would like to see that”

“So, I’m going to tell Pepe to set everything up for you” said Mama Wells with a smile “Now come on ninõs, dinner is ready”

And so for three years, V was regularly playing at Mama Wells’ bar.

Some people even got inside just to listen to her play and sometimes sing whenever she felt like using her words to channel even more emotions through her music.

And then came the worst couple of days of her life.

“Dexter Deshawn!!! Can you believe it V?! We could finally be on top!” said Jackie on their way to Afterlife.

V smiled at her friend, as her heart screamed that it wasn’t what she wanted anymore. When she met Jackie she wanted to the best of the best.

But after so many years with music? She longed to play. Even to get her own album someday!

And yet she bit her tongue, buried her dreams thinking.

I’ll help Jackie get on top and then I’ll take care of my own dreams.

But it didn’t happen.

Jackie died along with V’s musical soul, right in that Delamain. As the rain poured against the windows, creating an off rhythm that reminded her of her stuttering and crushed heart.

Next thing she knows after that, is that she died.

Then woke up.

Got saved by Takemura.

Nearly died again.

And once again woke up, this time at Vik’s.

Panic was clawing at her chest as she remembered hazily her hallucinations, tears gathered in her eyes as she didn’t know what was happening to her.

“These hallucinations... explain them to me”

“I-I’m on stage... but not at El Coyote... I don’t recognise it. T-The music is loud and aggressive... familiar in a way but I can’t remember it clearly anymore... lights are shining on my face as I scream to the crowd. I-I’m full of rage and no matter how much I’ll scream... it won’t go away...”

She then chuckled humourlessly “And then... just don’t laugh at me. I bombed the Arasaka tower...”

“Nothing there to laugh about, kid...” Vik said, his eyes showing sadness.

“The worst part is that... I can still feel this rage. And some... frustration? Irritation? But I-I don’t know why. I don’t feel that way? Then why?”

Vik sat down, saying “These hallucinations.. they were memories. There’s a personality construct on that shard. Dreams you had, were from his past”

“So you’re saying that... I was experiencing another psyche’s memories? How’s that even possible?” V asked, the alien irritation in her head growing.

“You two are connected in a way that I can’t make head or tail out of”

“Two? Me and who Vik? Who’s in my head?” she asked, anxiety growing in her chest.

“Johnny Silverhand. A terrorist. A real talk of the town back in my days”

V’s breath got stuck in her throat as she said “You’re saying... that there’s a dead rockerboy in my head. The same one who played with SAMURAI?”

Victor just nodded, and the fear inside her grew.

But that wasn’t even the worst part yet.

“He’s overwriting your consciousness. You don’t have much time left kid... few weeks tops”

V cried with fear begging Victor to help her, but there’s nothing he could do.

Nothing anyone could do.

The same night she met him. The guy that she admired as a kid. The guy who was a part of her favourite band. The guy who inspired her into making her own music.

And the guy who was killing her.

Silverhand tossed her around her apartment, surprising her with that fact that he could touch her.

It made her afraid of him. Because no one would help her if he suddenly decided to kill her. To them it would seem like cyber psychosis.

But still she fought back. She had nothing to loose after Jackie. She glared at him, yelled at him and crawled her way towards the pills.

“Fuck off!” she said to him, seconds before he dematerialised. With that she laid down and fell asleep on the ground, her body too exhausted to move.

Next morning was hell for her.

Her head was in agony not only from the fact that she was shot in the head, but also because it got smashed into a window.

She washed herself, took care of her broken nose, dressed in her favourite black leather pants, grey sleeveless hoodie and black biker vest. Putting on her combat boots and pulling the hood over her still damp peach-pink hair, she left her apartment.

As she was leaving the bloc, Takemura called her. Asking to meet up.

V didn’t want to, but the man was persistent. So finally she agreed and still feeling like shit, took the metro to their meeting place.

Takemura was easy to find, his clean and fancy clothing standing out.

The man seemed reliable and openly spoke about what he wanted. She could work with that.

After Goro left, V let out a deep breath. A feeling of hope finally igniting in her, that maybe. Just maybe, she’ll be able to survive.

But that moment of peace lasted only couple of seconds as Silverhand appeared, sitting in front of her as if he was really there, tapping his hands against the table.

“Zapper-dumples and filth. In some ways, Night City never changes. Arasaka’s still a despotic machine and the world’s on a collision course with chaos. But hey, at least Rogue’s still alive” the man said, his leg on the table looking like a jackass.

Or a rockerboy.

V’s fear and anger bleed into one as she said angrily and quite loudly.

“You know, you got some nerve. First you’re out to kill me, now you wanna be my choom? Make like nothing happened?”

People turned to stare at her as if she’s lost her mind. Making her realise that, yeah. Only she could see that fucker.

And to think that she idolised the bastard as a kid.

Silverhand looked around at the people saying “You know you don’t gotta speak out loud to talk to me?”

V glared at him, her fingers twitching.

“What. Do. You. Want” she said in her mind.

“I’ve processed some shit, changed my mind. Don’t want you dead anymore”

“Go fuck yourself, you fucking dick” she said angrily, pointing her finger at him.

“Hey, wasn’t easy for me, either. You woke up in a landfill, I woke up in your head. Wrestling with your thoughts, memories. Think we’re even”

“The fuck we are! I didn’t try to murder you, while you were almost dead in your bed!” she accused, not feeling scared anymore. Just angry.

Silverhand pretended he didn’t hear her as he took off his glasses saying “I’ve taken a step back, looked at things... think we might be able to help each other. We could start with Rogue. Her and I go back to the stone age”

V snorted “I don’t know if you realised it yet. But you’re dead Silverhand. No one close to my age even knows that you ever existed. Your friends are either dead or so old that their memory is shit”

Silverhand looked ready to murder her but she didn’t stop.

“And what? You fucking know Rogue. What do you expect me to say to her? That I have a parasite inside my brain that would love to meet her? I’ll be out of the Afterlife before I can say “SAMURAI””

“Rogue’s heard dumber shit than that. Way back when you weren’t even an itch in your daddy’s ballsack” he said, the alien feeling of annoyance becoming clearer inside her. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head, his other leg joining the first one on the table “Rogue will dance to any tune I play her. Just get us to the Afterlife”

V stood up and leaned down on the table, their faces inches from each other “You think you’re so smart Silverhand. So fucking clever. But let me give you an advice, old man” she watched him glare back at her, as she continued “I admired you as a kid. You know that, from my memories. But should also know from them, that I don’t bow down to anyone. Especially to dicks like you. So now. Be a good little ghost and fade away”

With that she stood up and left. Silverhand didn’t appear again that day, which she counted as a win.

•english isn’t my first language so sorry for any errors.

•you wanna be tagged in the next parts? leave a comment!

•thanks for reading! hope you like it. I will be going through some parts of the main story and beyond. I’m planning it to be a bit longer so if you want something longer than 5/6 parts, this is for you

#cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #johnny silverhand x v #night city #female v #v