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komunyeong · 4 years

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Safety Pinless (Moon/Mun) It’s Okay to Not be Okay

Genre- Pure smut

Pairing- Moon Gang-tae/Ko Mun-yeong

Warnings- Unprotected sex, bit of struggle for dominance, some exhibitionism if you squint, your general warning that this is smut so...

Word Count- 3527

Summary- Gang-tae can only let go in his dreams. Set the morning after the drunken night Gang-tae gave Mun-yeong Mang-tae.

A/N: SORRY SORRY SORRY! I know this took a while but life got fucky yesterday and I didn’t get to work on this. This is completely unedited because I wanted to get it posted. I’ll be pinning this until I write more; then I’ll make a Masterlist and pin that. Requests will be attempted, but I can’t promise to write them all.

It had to be the alcohol. Sure, Gang-tae had experienced wet dreams before. He was human. He still had urges, no matter how deep he tried to bury them. But never had they been this visceral, this real, this... messy. With a grimace he kicked the sheet off of himself and realized that he was on the couch, still dressed in the same clothes from the night before, only now there was a sticky spot in his pants and wrinkles in his shirt. The jacket he’d worn was draped over the back of the couch. Clearly, he’d not been able to sleep in the room he shared with Sang-tae after his attack of memories, and given his current condition, he was glad for it.

It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d had the soul-crushingly embarrassing experience of having Sang-tae hear him, as they’d shared rooms ever since... well. Ever since. But he knew his very honest and forthright brother would have no qualms about telling Mun-yeong about what he’d heard and that was the last thing Gang-tae needed. It was difficult enough to resist with her constant teasing; she’d make it unbearable if she knew he’d dreamed about her as she’d teasingly told him she’d dreamed of him.

Adjusting his hips with a groan, he knew he needed to get up and deal with the mess he’d made of himself, but his face pressed into the back of the couch was too comfortable, and the headache he knew was coming was lurking too close to the surface. Plus, the longer he laid there, the longer he could let the dream linger, the more he could allow himself the smallest escape as he relived the vision of Mun-yeong pressed against the cushions below him as she writhed to his ministrations. With a low moan, he rolled over, knowing it would do him no good to dwell on a dream he would never allow to become reality.

An answering moan sounded from near him, and Gang-tae shot up, wincing as his eyes flew open, the sunlight sending jagged shards of pain through his head. It took a moment for his eyes to focus enough to find Mun-yeong herself, sitting in a chair by the couch, her legs crossed under the flowing skirt of her nightgown, a feline smile gracing her lips. As he was trying to decide whether he was still dreaming or about to lose one more bit of his dignity, Mun-yeong leaned in, her smile growing wider.

Her eyes closed, and she moaned in a deep voice, “Mun-yeonnnnnng... so good...”

Not a dream, then.

Fantastic. Great. Closing his eyes with a deep breath, he shoved aside the shot of lingering lust at the sound of her moans. This morning couldn’t get anymore mortifying.

He was proven wrong by the sound of Sang-tae walking through the room, saying, “Nocturnal emissions are a spontaneous orgasm during sleep. 83% of men experience nocturnal emissions sometime in their life. Moon Gang-tae is not hurt, it is a normal part of-”

His voice faded as he entered the kitchen and Gang-tae considered what force it would take to snap his own neck. Hearing a snicker from the direction of the chair Mun-yeong sat in, he knew that he was going to have to open his eyes again at some point. Inhaling steadily, he reached back to slowly pull his jacket off the back of the couch, only opening his eyes once it was draped over the prominent damp spot in the front of his pants. It had been too long since he’d even allowed himself to jerk off, and it showed in the copious amounts of cum filling his underwear.

There was a momentary silence, then his eyes flew open as the jacket was ripped from his lap. Heart leaping to his throat, he found Mun-yeong standing over him, looking down with a hungry curl to her lips at the wet spot in his lap. The heat in her gaze had his dick stirring, and he quickly placed his hands over his crotch, averting his eyes. How the hell could she be so bold? No one had trampled his boundaries in the way she had, and he was powerless against the draw of her. Even after all these years...

He felt the couch next to him dip, and he tried not to turn to her, knowing that Mun-yeong now sat next to him. But his resolve crumbled after a moment, his eyes drawn to her face in a way that even his iron will couldn’t control. Finding her giving him that salacious smile once more, he swallowed, dropping his eyes. Mistake. He now saw the tent in his sticky pants, the scent of Mun-yeong and her nearness bringing the blood to his groin again, the memory of the dream he’d had still far too fresh in his mind. As he groaned under his breath, he tried his hardest to shove away the memory of the dream, which of course only led him to thinking about it more.

It hadn’t started out as anything other than the usual weird dream. He’d been running through the woods, chased by some indescribable something, when he’d stumbled between two trees and found himself in the cursed castle. Mun-yeong had stood before him on the steps, wearing a dressing gown. As he’d walked closer, drawn by the gravity she emitted specifically for him, she had pulled the tie around her waist open, the dressing gown slipping open to show that she wore nothing below it. Dream-Gang-tae had stopped for a moment, then rushed forward, grabbing her hips. All control abandoned, he’d dove his mouth to her neck, hearing her husky voice moan into his ear, her hands tangling in his hair.

The feeling of his hair being tugged had released something feral in Dream-Gang-tae, and he’d slid his hands back from her hips to cup her ass, lifting her and turning to carry her to the same couch they both now sat on. He felt the red in his face deepen as he remembered the sensation of her slim legs wrapping around his hips, pressing his straining cock against her core. While the memory of this dream would fuel many of his future sessions alone in the shower, this was doing nothing to abate the raging storm building in his already ruined pants right now.

His struggle was interrupted by Mun-yeong’s low, controlled voice near his ear, asking, “Are you thinking of me again?”

Taking a controlled breath, Gang-tae tried to regain some form of control, turning his flushed face to find hers far too close. The words he had prepared died on his lips as hers were mere centimeters away. Her intense, predatory gaze had his dick twitching before she softened it, giving him her eye-crinkling smile that ruined him every time. His eyes flicked to her lips for what felt like the millionth time since she had reappeared in his life. And just like every other time, he felt the driving urge to kiss her. But he had 30 years of practice in abating his urges, so he simply sat, watching her reach out to lay a hand on his thigh, far higher up than was decent.

She leaned her smile closer to his lips, driving his heart rate even higher, and asked in her teasing murmur, “You didn’t have to hump my couch. You could have come to my room. I would make you moan my name better than that.”

His mind short circuited for a flash of a moment, picturing himself climbing into her bed and doing the things he’d dreamed of. The way she would tear at the sheets, her head throwing back as he would delve his tongue between her folds... and this was not at all helping. Nope. Abort. Back off. His dick was already fully erect and leaking more into his underwear. Time to get away before she broke through the tight control she’d been chipping away at. Shower. He needed a shower. A cold one. Now.

He scrambled to his feet, wincing as his cock strained against his pants, and he stumbled towards the stairs, hearing her behind him, “Where are you going?”

He kept going, leaning forward a bit to ease the pressure on his dick as he stumbled up the stairs, groaning as he heard Mun-yeong’s soft footsteps following him. His steps quickened, and so did hers. He reached the bathroom, rushing in and closing the door, leaning back against it and taking a deep breath. Hearing her feet come to a halt outside the door, he dropped his eyes closed, leaning his head back against the door as he tried his hardest to regain his composure. She’d very nearly pulled his safety pin. Panting softly, he pressed a hand to his groin, moaning at the pressure, his hips thrusting slightly of their own volition, seeking another release. Taking a steadying breath, he straightened, stepping towards the shower as he pulled his shirt over his head.

The door handle turned, and Mun-yeong stood, arms crossed, in the opening. Gang-tae cursed his libido, wincing as he realized he’d been to lost in his lust to think to lock the door. Mun-yeong sauntered into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and sizing him up, her lips still curled into a smile that had his breath speeding. He stood frozen as she swayed closer, her eyes now glued to his bared chest. He felt her gaze slide lower to the substantial bulge tenting his pants, and her focus narrowed, the acquisitional gleam entering her eyes that she always got when she saw something she wanted. Her hand raised, moving towards his body, and Gang-tae felt his heart pounding as he remained frozen, torn between being absolutely terrified and wanting to feel her hand on him.

“Wow...” she murmured, her hand now nearly to his groin and he finally snapped, grabbing her wrist and pushing her back against the wall, the wrist in his hand pinned above her head as he leaned in, panting.

“Mun-yeong...” he growled, biting back a moan at the feeling of her body pressed between his and the wall, his hips rutting against her without his permission, “You cannot just take everything you want.”

Her eyes showed triumph as she turned her teasing gaze up to him and pressed herself harder against him, retorting, “I can. You want this too. Take it.”

To prove her point she reached her free hand up, gripping the back of his hair, pulling his head backwards as she ground herself against his erection. A long moan escaped him, unbidden, and he arched against her, the fist in his hair setting a fire within that his control could not put out immediately. He rolled his hips, thrusting against her movements, and a deep growl formed in his chest as he felt himself pull away. His body demanded that he return to her, that he rip her nightgown off of her, bend her over the sink, and fill her with his seed. Never had he wanted a woman the way he wanted Mun-yeong. But his shell of cold control was not broken yet. His safety pin was dislodged, but not pulled. He needed to get in that cold shower before she broke him entirely.

Hearing her scoff as he tugged away, turning to lean his hands on the counter, dropping his head to catch his breath, he said in a strained voice, “Mun-yeong. I need to shower. This isn’t appropriate.”

There was a pause, and he turned to see her straighten from the wall, composing herself. The glimpse of her undone, the momentary view of her eyes closed, lips parted as she caught her breath against the wall very nearly undid him. This was too dangerous. He was too close to letting himself take her, and as much as he wanted to sink himself into her, he had to be responsible. He was so fucking sick of being responsible.

Turning to the shower, he reached in, turning on the water, but she spoke behind him once more, “Appropriate? What is inappropriate about doing what you want? You want me and I want you. Should we fuck in the shower? It’s a bit awkward, but if that’s what you like-”

He cut her off, turning and clamping a hand over her mouth, his eyes hard as he intoned, “Stop. Please. I...”

He but back a huff of frustration, then met her eyes, saying, “I am going to shower. Alone.”

He then turned, opening the door and standing in wait for her to leave. She stood her ground, her eyes sending a challenge to him, his groin beginning to ache with need as he noticed that her hair was mussed and pink tinted her cheeks, reminding of her arching beneath him in his dream. Moaning out a curse, he stepped forward, sliding a hand over her hair to smooth it, asking her with his eyes to take pity on him. She sighed, placing her hand squarely over his dick, meeting his eyes.

“This will belong to me,” she said, her gaze direct and firm as she held his eyes, then she strode out, closing the door behind her.

Gang-tae nearly sank to the floor in frustration and confusion. Swaying back against the wall, he screwed his eyes shut tight, catching his breath. He felt his hips jerk as he fought the urge to go slam her against a wall and thrust into her until he’d wrung every bit of pleasure from them both. Wrenching his pants open, he peeled his ruined underwear down, freeing his cock finally. His hand wrapped around the base, squeezing as a whimper sounded from him. Kicking his pants and underwear away, he stroked himself slowly, stepping into the shower. The warm water enveloped him, and he gave in. No cold shower today. He was too far gone for that. His forearm slammed into the shower wall as he leaned forward, resting his head on the wall just below his fisted hand, his other hand working his length in long, tightly gripped strokes.

Eyes closed tight, he sank into the memory of the dream, his breathing stuttering as he pictured it once again. He’d laid Dream-Mun-yeong back on the couch, positioning himself over her, his hips dancing between her thighs, thrusting against her bare core with his clothed cock fighting to free itself and sink into her. Her hand had still been fisted in his hair, and he still felt the tingle of pain from her doing just that moments ago in this bathroom. His breath stuttered and his hand sped. Dream-Mun-yeong had pulled his mouth from her neck, dragging him in for a kiss that had his head spinning. Her lips finally met his, her tongue sliding past them almost immediately. She took control of the kiss, her other hand coming up to join the one fisted in his hair.

He had cried out into the kiss, and she took the moment to pull him back, her eyes meeting his. The unspoken connection between them had intensified and she’d thrown her head back, arching as she moved his mouth to her chest. He panted, stroking himself harder as he remembered the feel of her soft breasts against his lips, the sound of her cries as he wrapped his lips around her nipple and bit down. He slowed his hand as he felt his climax approaching, wanting to enjoy this, wanting to relive the entire dream. She had bucked, squirming as his mouth had worked across her chest, paying equal hungry attention to each breast. But all too soon, the grip in his hair had begun to push him further down.

He had left marks of his hunger across her skin as he worked his way down, kneeling between her thighs, and finally finding himself breathing his heavy breaths into her core. His head had turned, sucking deep bruises into the skin of her inner thighs as she’d tried to guide his mouth to her opening. Her voice crying out, first commanding, then begging for him to give her what she wanted had brought his desire to a throbbing ache in his groin, and he had finally relented, moving to slip his tongue up her opening. Her back had arched hard, presenting herself up to him, and he’d taken her offering, fully. His tongue had explored her fervently, sliding inside and reaching for every corner before moving to flatten against her clit. Closing his lips to create suction around her, one of his hands had come up to slide a finger into her, slipping in with ease.

Her hips had trembled as he curled his finger inside of her, swiping his tongue over the clit he had sucked hard between his lips. Feeding in another finger, he had began to press them up into her, working his tongue on her in response to every moan and tug she gave him. Too soon she was ripping him away from her, her hips shaking hard as his fingers kept working, and she pulled him back up harshly to give him a rough kiss, his lips still slippery with her juices.

“Stop,” she’d rasped out, moving a hand to still the wrist still working between her legs, “I want to cum with you inside me.”

That had been the final blow to his control, and once more he had to slow himself in the shower, his cock twitching hard in his hand as he very nearly came undone at the memory of her dreamed words. Dream-Gang-tae had snapped, yanking his fingers from her and kissing her hard, breaking her hold on his hair before wrapping an arm around her and lifting, slamming her back against the wall of the sitting room. He’d pressed his body against hers, kissing her wildly, ignoring her gasp of shock and pressing himself tight between the legs she had wrapped around his hips once more, instinctively. He’d pulled away only long enough to rip open his pants, taking out his leaking cock and stroking his hand over once before pressing to her once more, lifting her as his lips took her once more.

Her legs had encircled his hips once more and he had slid his length along her folds, growling deep into the kisses he worked over her throat and shoulders. Her small body had writhed and struggled against his, her hips trying to catch his, trying to slide him into her. He had pulled his hips back, removing his mouth to hold her gaze as he thrust hard into her, seating himself fully. Her head had thrown back, a long cry erupting from her as he froze, then began to roll his hips, thrusting slow and hard into her, one of his hands gripping her ass and the other fisted against the wall above their heads. In the shower, Gang-tae began to tremble, his hips slamming into his hand in mimicry of how he had fucked Mun-yeong in his dream.

As he felt his climax rising once more, he let his memory languor over the moment in the dream that Mun-yeong had slid a hand down her own body, her fingers finding her clit. She had tightened around him, her walls clamping down as her body had bowed, her orgasm stealing his breath as he had thrust steadily, riding it out, watching her head thrash, gritting his teeth against thrusting faster, wanting to finish her before he finished himself. A long moan rumbled up from his chest as his thrusts stuttered, hard streams of his cum splattering the wall of the shower as he sank into the memory of the dream, Dream-Mun-yeong having fallen still and wrung limp in his arms, catching her breath as she clenched in waves around his cock, milking him into a climax that had him burying himself deep in her, grinding his hips hard as he had filled her with hot spurt after spurt of thick cum.

Finally his shoulders dropped, his hand still clamped tight around his cock, his body drained as he played the last bits of the still vivid dream through his mind, sinking into the sweet relaxation he only felt after a release. Dream-Gang-tae had leaned into Dream-Mun-yeong’s arms as they had slipped up around his neck. He had slowly wrapped trembling arms around her waist, not disconnecting their bodies, and carried her to the couch once more, laying her back on it and only sliding from within her to lay beside her on the couch, pulling her body flush against his and closing his eyes. Taking a long, deep breath, Gang-tae groaned as he straightened, turning to put his face under the hot water, trying to wash away the memory now that he had allowed himself to indulge.

Wiping the water from his face, he turned to grab the shampoo, and froze as his eyes found the door open once more, Mun-yeong standing in the doorway, her eyes sharp, her teasing smile replaced by a hunger that Gang-tae hadn’t seen from her before.

Shit.

#iotnbo #iotnbo fic #its okay to not be okay #psycho but it's okay #ko mun yeong #moon gang tae #ko moon young #moon kang tae #its okay to not be okay fic

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ricaffeine · 4 years

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Runaway With Me

an: hey i'm sleepy so i apologize for any errors lol, also title sucks cuz i can’t be any more creative. this is pure fluff and sadly i had to cut it short cuz i have like no time but i'm giving u what was robbed from us by that ugly ass deer, so u better love me :)) jk i need sleep anyways enjoy 💜 (picture credits to @/tukkatamickie on instagram)

"Are we really not going tomorrow?" He meekly queries her, following her path to the balcony and leans against the dusty stone fence when she does, brisk air sweeps around them.

Munyeong refuses to look at him– still bitter from their fight earlier today. She had planned to ignore him for the rest of the night, perhaps the whole week even and spend her precious time abusing pillows to let out her frustration. But her heart ticks at his sulky tone and her instinct to snap out a straight yes! right away strangely disappears. All she can do is let out an exasperated huff. "Did you overreact like that earlier just to have fun for one day?"

She was stunned by his imposing bravery, a vast difference from the man who would suck up any injustice and continue his stale life. Finally he breaks free from his leash, the jubilant grin he had when he told her he wanted to have fun– for only one day. Speechless was an understatement.

"Just one day is enough," he says shortly after, and her eyes betrayingly glance up to his tender face. "I've dreamt of this one day for my entire life."

Embarrassment tinges his cheeks, yes others would think he is out of his mind, but he means nothing but the truth. A lifetime of unwanted responsibility– obliged to stand on his own, took care of his brother since such a young age, it was cruel. And having fun– that was something he could only experience in dreams. The longing was vivid and Kangtae could barely count the times he wanted to selfishly act– ditch everything, everyone and run away. But it was selfish, right? Wanting to live life like others, for someone like him, it was overly ambitious.

Like an emotional whirlwind, she pushed and pulled him, unraveling the desires he had kept away, but because of his numerous conditions, he just fucking blew the chance. It's not like he doesn't want to abandon everything and run away with her forever – the unforgiving part of him craves to, but he needs to stay in reality.

Hopefully, he meets her eyes. Although too embarrassed to admit that he'd do anything to unpiss her, he does. Her eyes bluntly snap away, unexpected by his returning glance, but her heart goes to consideration to his confession. A rare act from her– character development maybe, but she's never cared about anyone this much other than herself. She breathes out an annoyed sigh, pink lips frowning into pout. "You're so annoying.."

Even in this moment, he finds her piqued attitude adorable. His eyes light up like the stars, making sure he's gentle with his next words. "So are we going tomorrow?"

"Sometimes I feel like you're a tamer, not a caregiver."

"A tamer?"

"I feel like you're taming me."

He softens the grin that breaks in his face, knowing that she has given in. Turning around, he plants hands on the rough fence. "I feel like it's the opposite. Because of you, I keep doing things I wouldn't normally do."

"At that moment, I couldn't hear or see anything." He muffles a laugh, the vivid feeling when his knuckles struck the bastard's jaw makes every nerve of his come alive. Enraged at the scene of that prick laying a hand on her, he'd pay to do it again. If anyone ever told him he'd beat up someone because of a girl, he'd pathetically laugh at them. But Munyeong isn't just a girl, she's something much more. "I must have been out of my mind."

"No you weren't out of your mind," Munyeong finally meets his eyes and a proud smile seals her lips. He went crazy for her. Her heart beams with joy. "You were stunning."

Their eyes long in a fascinated gaze he can't seem to break out of. Every compliment she showers him with never fails to make his skip a beat, jiggery butterflies whirl in his stomach and pride puffs within him. He benevolently studies her face, its sharp features and tender aspects. She's beautiful.

Ever so fearlessly, he slants into her bubble, eyes locked on her lips, his intentions were clear. Tilting his head slightly, he inches closer to her, and her crippling nervousness radiates off as much as his is. Every nerve in his body shakes, anticipating for the moment. Their lips finally meet in a soft kiss, it's gentle and loving– everything he has dreamed of.

A blare of excitement blooms within him and he daringly makes the first move, cradling her face in one hand as his other arm loops her tiny waist, pulling her closer as he deepens the kiss. She sucks in a breath, delicate hands sliding up his chest and her limbs feel like they're melting away– all the scandalous remarks she had made don't give her any advantage. She's helpless.

His tongue explores her mouth, suppressing a groan when he finally gets a taste of her, she returns the favor remarkably. His body impulses to do more– hold her tight against him as he kisses her until he's drunk on her taste. Fearing that he'll scare her away, he refrains himself and drinks up the fairytale-like moment.

When their kiss drifts to an end, she avoids his gazing eyes– cheeks cranberry red and her soft lips shyly purse into a straight line. He smiles tenderly at her unexpected shyness and envelopes her into a hug, her face lies on his shoulder as he mumbles a promise into her ear. "Next time, we’ll go for a longer trip."

Her heart flutters at next time and leisurely she breaks into a delighted smile. The places she wants to bring him to run wild across her mind. "Next time, we're getting you a passport."

"Sure." Kangtae chuckles in agreement, dreaming of running across the world with her– hand in hand, like this moment forever. Sparks of baffling emotions pool within him, so he draws her tighter in his embrace. The fragrance of her hair floods his senses, and words aren't needed anyway.

#it's okay to not be okay #psycho but it's okay #iotnbo fic #pbio fic #iotnbo #moon kang tae #moon gang tae #ko mun yeong #ko moon young

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andotherbiases · 4 years

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Pairing: Moon-young/Kang-tae Rating: Explicit Warnings: Poor attempt at smut. Genre: Alternate universe (literary agent!Kangtae); friends with benefits Notes: I blame Seo Ye Ji and that pink dress for this.

Their fights felt like dancing, their teasing felt like flirting. Their chemistry was undeniable. It simmered and brewed until it could no longer be ignored.

Read “Into the Fall” on AO3

#psycho but it's okay #it's okay to not be okay #moon kang tae #ko moon young #kim soo hyun #seo ye ji #pbio fic #iotnbo fic

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bagelbeee · 3 years

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Give It a Name

an au where mun-yeong likes animals, and someone owns the neighborhood-friendly pomeranian she befriends.

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/30274314

#give it a name #bagelbee #iotnbo fic #iotnbo #it's okay to not be okay #mM with a dog being their little cupid #i keep naming pets based on snacks #our cat can testify to this

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spacklefritz · 4 years

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Sunrise - IOTNBO Fic

A/N: A drabble-ish thing set somewhere during and at the end of episode 6

Rating: K

Summary: In which the cursed castle begins to see a ray of light.

A hand to the cheek.

Soft and spreading a sense of something she doesn't quite know, but that she knows she wants more of.

A smile that that crinkles at the corners and seems to light up the room. It’s dazzling and it sparks that unnamed thing inside her. She wants to reach for it. Wants to keep it and hold it close.

Sounds of the living in a once empty house. A haunted house, cursed with ghosts that lurked in every corner, where formless hands scrape along the wood and soundless whispers shriek in the night.

“You’re mine,” it said.

“You will never escape.”

But the windows are open, and she hears the puttering of people, living people in the kitchen below, and somehow, in the midst of it all, the whispers fade away.

The nightmares come again. But perhaps nightmares aren't the correct term. Night terrors? It holds her in its grasp, claws deep into her skin and pins her to the spot. The chill seeps into her bones, leaching away the precious warmth she so managed to grab. It surrounds her with its emptiness. Cold hands lock her down and she tries not to make a noise. She strangles her voice before the specter above her can do so.

It stares her in the face even as she wants to look away. It reminds her of its strength. How she is nothing but its creation. That her childish grab at that unnamed thing does nothing but rouses its anger. And its anger is dangerous, she remembers.

“Ko Moon-young!” She hears again. This time much closer and a terror awakens her screams. He cannot be here. She will come for you! She wants to say, but she can’t stop crying, can't stop screaming. Because he is here and she will come for him. And he needs to leave, this man who somehow shines with something that feels warm.

“Ko Moon-young!” A voice sounds in the distance, muffled through the pounding of her heart.

She clutches on to him even as she tells him to go. But he doesn't.

Instead, he wraps his arms around her. Solid arms that block out the chill of the Specter. A ghost she doesn't see anymore. Doesn’t hear anymore. He holds her closer wrapping her completely up in him, entangling them so that all she can feel is his pulse. All she can hear is the beats of his heart.

Steady.

Strong.

And she knows she can stop fighting.

She is safe.

#it's okay not to be okay #pbio #iotnbo #spackle fics #my fic #pbio fic #iotnbo fic #ko moon-young #ko mun-yeong #moon gang-tae #spackle writes

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seomindeul · 4 years

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Chốt An toàn Vô dụng - Chap mở đầu

Author: vitaminpusher

Genre: Pure smut

Pairing: Moon Gang-tae/Ko Mun-yeong (Moon/Mun)

Warnings: Chứa cảnh sex, bạo dâm, phô dâm,…

Summary: Bối cảnh vào buổi sáng sau cái đêm Gang-tae đi nhậu về và đưa Mang-tae cho Mun-yeong, anh thức dậy và thấy bản thân mình bị mộng tinh.

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Đây chắc chắn là do rượu gây ra rồi. Phải, Gang-tae đã từng bị mộng tinh trước đây. Anh cũng là con người mà. Anh tất nhiên cũng có ham muốn, dù cho anh có cố kìm nén thế nào đi chăng nữa. Nhưng chưa bao giờ nó lại có cảm giác thật như thế này, thật nhiều và thật… bầy nhầy. Với vẻ mặt cau có anh bực bội hất tung tấm chăn trên người, nhận ra mình đang nằm trên ghế sofa và trên người vẫn là bộ đồ của ngày hôm qua, có điều áo thun thì nhăn nhúm hết lại còn ngay đũng quần lại có vết loang khá lớn. Áo khoác của anh vẫn đang mắc trên ghế. Đêm qua những kí ức của quá khứ ập tới làm anh không thể ngủ ở trong phòng riêng của mình và anh Sang-tae được. Đánh giá tình hình dưới đũng quần hiện tại, anh mừng vì mình đã làm như vậy.

Đây không phải là lần đầu tiên Gang-tae có trải nghiệm mà sẽ khiến anh muốn chui xuống đất nếu bị anh Sang-tae phát hiện, do cả hai đã ở chung kể từ khi… kể từ đó cho đến bây giờ. Nhưng anh biết rõ rằng anh trai mình rất thật thà và sẽ không ngại ngần gì nói thẳng ruột ngựa hết cho Mun-yeong nghe về những gì ảnh đã nghe được, đó là điều cuối cùng mà Gang-tae muốn nghĩ tới. Tưởng tượng cảnh Mun-yeong suốt ngày sẽ châm chọc mình đã thấy mệt rồi, liệu Mun-yeong có tha thứ cho anh không nếu biết nguyên nhân anh thành ra như thế này chính là do anh đã nằm mơ thấy cô. Ai bảo trước đây cô ghẹo rằng mình đã nằm mơ thấy anh đó thôi.

Điều chỉnh lại cái hông cứng đơ của mình, Gang-tae biết rằng anh cần phải mau chóng ngồi dậy và dọn dẹp cái mớ hỗn độn mình vừa gây ra. Nhưng cơ thể anh lại đang thấy vô cùng thoải mái thả mình trên chiếc ghế sofa, và anh cũng nhận ra mình sẽ chuẩn bị có một cơn đau đầu vô cùng khủng khiếp nếu anh từ bỏ cái cảm giác dễ chịu này. Hơn nữa, càng nằm ở đây càng lâu anh càng có thể mau chóng quên đi giấc mơ ngày hôm qua, anh tự cho phép tâm trí mình xóa hoàn toàn đi cảnh Mun-yeong nằm úp mặt xuống gối và quằn quại chịu đựng những cú thúc mạnh bạo đến từ anh. Ngáp ngắn rồi ngáp dài, Gang-tae trở mình qua hướng khác, biết rằng sẽ chẳng ích gì nếu anh cứ tiếp tục chìm vào giấc mơ mà anh sẽ không bao giờ cho phép nó trở thành hiện thực.

Một tiếng rên vang lên ở ngay gần Gang-tae làm anh vội choàng dậy, mắt anh mở lên không nổi khi mặt trời chiếu hàng ngàn tia sáng làm đầu óc anh đau nhói. Phải mất một lúc anh mới hoàng hồn và nhận ra Mun-yeong đang ở ngay đó, ngồi trên chiếc ghế kế bên cái sofa anh nằm, hai chân bắt chéo dưới làn váy ngủ bồng bềnh còn miệng thì đang nở nụ cười không thể gian ác hơn. Khi anh còn bận nghĩ xem mình có đang nằm mơ hay là chuẩn bị mất thêm một phần liêm sĩ nữa, Mun-yeong ghé sát lại anh, khóe miệng nở nụ cười càng rộng hơn lúc nãy.

Mắt cô nhắm nghiền, và rên lên trong một thanh âm vô cùng trầm lặng, “Mun-yeonnnnnng… Anh sướng quá….”

Hóa ra không phải là mơ rồi.

#iotnbo #iotnbo fic #its okay to not be okay fic #its okay to not be okay #psycho but it's okay #iotnbo smut #ko mun yeong #moon gang tae

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shimshim-18 · 4 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/26262487

Life got in the way of me enjoying IOTNBO fanfic for nearly two weeks. Finally got the chance to sit down (prepare myself) and read this beautiful but heartbreaking story of Clio. She continues to prove herself to be my favorite writer in this fandom. It has all the depth, the emotions, that made me sob so much cause I could feel the pain in every single word. (still the first half warmed my heart and made me giggle like crazy)

To @andotherbiases I hope that you will never lose inspiration to write more IOTNBO fanfic. Looking forward to read more from you!

and excuse my baaaaad English... I just felt like I need to thank Clio for how her stories touched my soul.

#fic recommendation #my favourite writer #but I still blame you for making me cried so I need another fluff like Flower Road!!#IOTNBO fic #it's okay not to be okay #moon gang tae #ko mun yeong

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anywayhoesmad · 4 years

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Someone post longer au of our Moonmun duo's domestic life. Please. Maybe au of a new addition to their small family of three. ;)

#pbio #pbio fic #iotnbo fic #iotnbo #littlemoonmun

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xtreasure · 4 years

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ko mun-yeong (in three parts)

summary: moon gang-tae learns to love ko mun-yeong for all that she is; a character study

also available on AO3

i. beast

ko mun-yeong lives without restraint. her desires and her ability to fulfill them, limitless. she takes and she pursues and she takes no shame in wanting. be it valuables, simple shiny things, delicacies, slabs of meat cooked rare, high-end fashion, or people who want to be more than acquaintances, she goes through it all like the world owes her something.

life reaps what it has sowed when it presents her with gang-tae. give and take, she learns, the saying goes; first comes the giving. but life itself had never poured her a drink—no sweet first taste to reminisce—more so threw a bottle of soju at her head. she’d cracked it upon hard ground, ignited it to keep herself warm. so when gang-tae comes for her, all soaked jacket, warm hands against her burning cheek, anger in his restrained fist, she has to give to him only her wildfire smile.

(and then she takes and takes, as she only knows how to, his clothes, his food, his bed, and his warmth.)

(he may not be made of much, but he offers to share all that he is—his clothes, his food, his home, his family, his first love.)

if she is a blackhole, he will willingly give himself into her gravity.

she, too, has much to give, she finds, after he steals a first kiss from her. the second, third and much more she freely supplies and then she is piling into his hands her car keys, her house keys, nice suits that look nicer on him, impromptu trips, a passport, long holidays, sweet summers and sweeter winter nights, falling pliant into his arms and kissing him precious with all the love she didn’t know she held within her.

mun-yeong loves without restraint. her desires for him, his hopes for her and their ability to fulfill them, limitless.

ii. goddess

ko mun-yeong is unreal.

with her flamboyant dresses, wielding femininity like a shield, her words honed sharper than spears, with blunt honesty, she is a force few knew how to reckon with. otherworldly.

(“i don’t want to look normal”)

she is a strange attractor. despite various prior obligations, warnings, and sanity checks, despite the many times he runs away cowardly, moon gang-tae finds himself hurtling back into her vicinity. stupidly, without reason, without second thought, without restraint, impulsively. his eyes stray to her lithe figure strutting across the room, his ears strain to capture the low timbre of her voice booming loud, his hands tremble against the urge to hold her still for just one more moment… she is here. yet, a mere touch away, she is out of reach.

(“you won’t understand me until the day you die”)

(she loves him first)

to love is to understand; gang-tae wishes only for another chance.

whenever he is with her, he feels just that much closer to heaven.

her lack of awe at his revelation, while not motivating, makes him smile at how predictable she is becoming. she takes him to new heights, he tells her, freeing. he remembers speeding up the winding mountain road, exhaling towards the expansive horizon far far away, how she tried to hide her shaky breaths, tired after their short hike, and the shaky bridge, how she gripped at his arm. for someone who tries to consistently appear unaffected, ko mun-yeong is scared of a lot of things.

gang-tae too is fearful. mun-yeong scares him. for how much she makes him feel, for how much she feels for everything, for him the most, for how much she tries to be above it all.

he had wondered out loud what she prays for. she spoke of, with barely concealed disdain, social constructs, chaos of the universe, humanity’s impractical desire to impose order upon it and, with a palm pressed against the mountaintop shrine’s stone pillar reaching toward the heavens, the foolishness of devotion.

everywhere mun-yeong goes, people turned their heads to look at her, unbelieving and in disbelief. she always demands attention. even if one looks away, in one’s mind’s eyes, she parades in the vibrant voluminous costumes that she adorns to exaggerate her presence. but it is when mun-yeong lays her armor down to rest that gang-tae is most in awe: balancing on the jutting rock one step above where he stood waiting for her, in her simple long white dress, her braid coming undone in the wind, her hand outstretched for him to hold, she is larger than life. in that moment, gang-tae can understand why people liken love to worship.

iii. lover

he loves most moments with her that are small, seemingly inconsequential, when the two of them simply exist, entwined. when she rests upon his back with her arms tight around his waist like a butterfly upon its chosen flower. when she hums along to songs playing from his favorite radio station. when she steals a spoonful of rice from him knowing that he had put extra in his bowl for her. when she puts on makeup at her vanity table and she lets him watch her transform from their bed. when she stops in front of him and links her arm through his, a request to continue walking together.

gang-tae feels the word ‘love’ on the tip of his tongue for the first time when he sees mun-yeong sitting on the front steps of the cursed castle. she doesn’t see him arrive, focused on peeling her tangerine. he pauses in the walkway and wonders at the sight and what of it makes him think of that word. he finds no answer but comes to the realization, all in that rushing moment, that he is loving, already deep in the act of it. moon gang-tae loves ko mun-yeong. that’s it. that in and of itself is complete.

when he greets her hello, she pops the whole tangerine into her mouth. he laughs as he comes to take her hands that are sticky from the sweetness she was previously holding. he asks if she has been waiting for him and she pulls him in for a welcome-home kiss, tangy much like the rest of her. he pats the crown of her head and says, ‘good girl.’ at those simple words, she smiles up at him, so full and light. how blessed he is that that he has his whole world upon his hand.

he joins her on the front steps as they wait for sang-tae to come home. she asks him about his day as she continues peeling another tangerine. it is in moments like these when he loves her most certain. she shares with him half of it.

#psycho but it's okay #it's okay to not be okay #fanfic #drabble #iotnbo fic #writing #mine #I'm proud of some of the lines #kmy is such an interesting character #and im just so gay for syj #character study #ko mun yeong #moon gang tae

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mysticalsashaxoxo · 2 years

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Some time in the future; When Hanbyeol brought a classmate home.

KITCHEN

Kitae: Yah! Gangtae, where is your brother? He should be here now! Hanbyeol is about to be home.

Gangtae: I told him about the interview okay, he should be here soon. Crap! (Turns off the stove)

Kitae: That imbecile what could be more important than our little star’s assignment?

(Munyeong shows up in kitchen in a flowy white dress)

Munyeong: Where is the milk?

Gangtae: There on the counter, it’s warm already.

Munyeong: (leans to kiss Gangtae) You are amazing! Thank you. (rushes back to the room)

(Running footsteps)

Hanbyeol: Everyone! I’m home!

Kitae: Oh she’s already here! (turns on the housekeeper) Bring the sweets out. Where is Sangtae, of all the days he could be late I—

Sangtae: I’m here already! There was too much traffic I had to use the backgate. Where are they?

Kitae: In the living room, you should have taken a day off, it’s her first time bringing a friend home how could you be late? Anyway—Gangtae is that done already?

Gangtae: In a bit, I’ll bring them out. You guys go there already.

Once he’s alone he sighs, he’s been staying up all night these past few weeks, he is extremely tired—but then he felt slender arms hugging him from behind. Knowing full well whose arms they were—he smiled.

Munyeong: You look exhausted, are you okay?

Gangtae: (turns around and kisses both her hands) It’s the least I can do, how about you, are you okay? (Holds her face in his palm)

Munyeong: (leans in to his touch and kissed his palm) It’s nothing I’ve never done before, plus it’s easier now because I have you. Thank you.

Gangtae: (fully embraces Munyeong) I love you.

Munyeong: I love you too. Now go ahead and feed our daughter, I'll be right upstairs for the other one.

LIVING ROOM

Gangtae: Food is here! (Notices no one is around—but then sees Kitae and Sangtae crouching by the window) Hey, what are you guys doing there?

Kitae: I dreaded this day.

Sangtae: Brother, we are in trouble.

Gangtae: (puts down the tray he is holding visibly confused) What are you guys on about? (checks out the window to see Hanbyeol talking to her friend—he gulps)

Kitae: Gangtae… her friend is a boy.

Uh oh. What would happen?

#The Inevitable Fate #TIF extras #Moon Mansion Chaos #hyunji fic #pbio fic #iotnbo fic #itsokaynottobeokay #psycho but it's okay

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komunyeong · 4 years

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Safety Pinless Part 2 (Moon/Mun) It’s Okay to Not be Okay

Genre- Filthy filth

Pairing- Moon Gang-Tae/Ko Mun-Yeong

Warnings- SMUT, little bit of rough handling, unprotected sex, little power struggle

Word Count- 2162

Summary- Gang-Tae can only let go in his dreams (or apparently in the shower). Set the morning after the drunken night Gang-Tae gave Mun-Yeong Mang-Tae.

A/N- I finally finished it! this is where this becomes truly canon divergent, which I usually don’t like but GODDAMN IT, this past weekend’s canon is not accepted in this house. I didn’t edit this at all because this already took way too long to get done, so beware.

Part 1

Honestly, she hadn’t meant to listen in. It wasn’t Mun-Yeong's fault that her bedroom was right by the bathroom that Gang-Tae was in. She couldn’t help that she was already attuned to the sound of his pleasure. It truly wasn’t her fault that the sounds he was making had her pressing her ear to the wall, her eyes closed as she pictured what was drawing the moans and low curses from his lips. She was merely concerned when she heard the sound of bottles falling to the shower floor as his voice growled out a particularly rough invective. She was only checking on him when she immediately moved to jerk open the bathroom door. It certainly wasn’t on her that he had once more forgot to lock the door.

But every excuse fled her mind at the sight of Gang-Tae's hard back flexing as he thrust jerkily into his hand, not even noticing the shampoo bottle he had knocked over by his feet, his head pressed hard against the arm he had resting on the shower wall. His ass muscles flexed deliciously as he gave one last thrust, and Mun-Yeong's eyes feasted on the vision of his tensed body slowly relaxing, his thick cum dripping down the shower wall, washing away in the spray of water. Her eyes sharpened in on that, her iron will settling firmly on her new object of acquisitional desire. She wanted it. And she would have it.

Only distantly did she notice Gang-Tae turning, jumping, scrambling to cover his still hard cock, a string of his seed falling from the tip with his movement. She was already striding forward, her tongue slipping out to run over her lower lip at the thought of sliding his length over it. Her hand was reaching, the glass doors of the shower the only thing keeping her from removing his hands from their protective place over the object of her desire. Sliding it roughly out of her way, she reached into the shower, her entire being focused on the cock that was only barely hidden. One of Gang-Tae's hands removed itself quickly, grasping her wrist tightly to stop her, but this only freed more of his cock, the head an abused red, the length and girth still impressive even as it softened.

“I want it,” she murmured, her low voice almost a moan, her eyes fixed on him, gaze sharpening as he gave a minute twitch, his hardness returning slightly.

“Mun-Yeong,” his strangled voice nearly drew her eyes away from his groin, “You can’t just-”

Her other hand moved forward, and he was too slow, his hand gripping that wrist only after her fingers had secured themselves around the base of his shaft, a hum of appreciation leaving her lips as she felt the weight of him in her hand. His cock jerked in her palm, leaping back to life despite the very clear evidence on her shower wall of his orgasm only moments ago. Hissing in a gasp between clenched teeth, Gang-Tae froze, both of her wrists in his tight grip as she licked her lips once more, sliding her thumb over his length, tracing the veins with wonder. Every single inch of him was beautiful.

She felt a shudder run through his body and she dragged her eyes up to find his head thrown back, eyes clenched shut as the grip on her wrists turned crushing. The flush of desire reddening from his chest up to his cheeks was too inviting, and so she stepped into the shower, pressing her body to his and with a caress of her thumb over the heated head of his cock, she pressed a trail of kisses up his neck.

Reaching his ear, she imbued her whisper with every bit of want pooling between her legs, “You can lie to yourself all you want. But this says you want more. This says you want me.”

Her hand in his tight grip moved to stroke his length, and a roar ripped from Gang-Tae's chest. Mun-Yeong wasn’t even sure when he had moved, but she found herself ripped out of the shower, a dripping Gang-Tae shoving her roughly against the bathroom wall, his wet thigh sliding between hers, soaking her nightgown further as he pressed up against her core. Wide eyes turned up to find a blazing fire in his gaze, his mouth pulled tight as he slammed his fists, still holding her wrists, to the wall next to her head. Her heart sped as she huffed out a breath, seeing the feral curl to his lips as he rubbed at her with his thigh.

Stuttering a breath, she asked, “Gang-Tae?”

His eyes dropped closed and he clearly tried to regain control. Gathering her wits as much as she could with the hard muscles of his thigh working so deliciously against her folds, she gave him no chance to back out of this, pressing her head forward to connect her lips to his. He nearly pulled away, but she rolled her hips, grinding her clit hard against his leg and giving a soft, almost pleading moan against his lips. A deep, wild sound rumbled up from his chest, and Gang-Tae deepened the kiss roughly, one of his hands releasing her wrist, moving instead to grip her hair in a tight fist, pulling her head back and taking control of the kiss. Their tongues worked against each other, lips sliding as small sounds of pleasure slipped unnoticed from both of them.

Only distantly did Mun-Yeong realize that she was now writhing hard against him, her legs moving to wrap at his waist, the hand not in her hair travelling to her waist then down to grip her ass hard, pulling her tight against him, holding her pinned between him and the wall as his achingly hard member sought it’s home against her core, her damnable nightgown in its way. Rutting her hips hard, she rubbed his length against her folds through the wet material, savoring the sound of his pleasure mingled with frustration as he thrust against her. She broke the kiss, and to be sure that he did not gather his wits, she quickly ripped at her nightgown, attempting to pull it from between their locked bodies.

His eyes clenched as he pulled away long enough for her to gather the long, soaked gown over her head. Pressing her now nude body against his, Gang-Tae's eyes flew open once more, something akin to panic warring with the lust in his eyes as he gripped her hips with bruising intensity. Slipping a hand up to grip the back of his neck, she trailed the fingers of the other hand down his well-muscled torso to trail over his erection once more, then wrapped her fingers around it, loving the heat of the rushing of blood under the smooth skin.

Leaning up to feather her lips across his, chasing away the doubt in his eyes, she whispered, “Don’t stop now.”

Anger flared in his eyes at her order, and she stroked him hard, giving her softest, most teasing smile as she added, “Please?”

This was apparently all it took. She made note of that as best she could with Gang-Tae once more claiming her lips in a hard kiss, a rough groan bubbling up his throat, his arms gathering her hard against his body. She gasped as her legs were swept from under her, his hand slamming to the floor of the bathroom as the arm around her waist swung her down, pinning her under him on the floor, puddled with the water from their wet bodies. His mouth attacked her neck, and Mun-Yeong had only a moment to breathe before she felt him pressing down against her, his hard body engulfing her smaller one, the hand not holding him over her ripping her legs apart as he pressed his hips to hers once more.

The slide of his bare skin against hers, the friction of his cock against her wet folds, his mouth working marks across her neck and shoulders... it all came together in a trembling pleasure the likes of which Mun-Yeong had never felt before. She was no virgin, but sex had always been emotionless. A scratch to be itched. And honestly, it had mostly been disappointing. But this was bliss, perfection, and she found herself trying to capture the head of his cock and slide him into her. Her hands were in his hair, and throaty moans were ripping from her as he moved to capture a nipple between his lips, his teeth roughly grazing over it. Back arching, she found herself crying out pleas for more, begging Gang-Tae to fuck her.

Working his hungry mouth to her other breast, Gang-Tae's hips stuttered at her words, and she managed to find his tip with her opening. They both arched, crying out as the heated, leaking tip of his cock slipping into her wet heat. His head dropped against her chest, and a shudder ran through him as a long whine escaped his lips as he froze, then pushed slowly into her. Mun-Yeong felt a trembling sensation of pleasure beginning to pool already in her groin as he seated himself fully into her. The stretch of him filling her had her panting, her eyes fluttering shut. He stopped, pressed deep into her, and she felt his head lift from her chest.

Opening her eyes, Mun-Yeong’s breath was stolen from her lungs as she found him looking down at her, his intense eyes on hers, a hand moving to stroke her hair as they both simply took in the view of each other. Leaning in slowly, Gang-Tae twitched inside her as their lips met, this kiss less feral but just as passionate, and his hips began to move, pulling back slowly to snap hard into her. Mun-Yeong felt herself working her hips with his thrusts, meeting them harshly, his cock filling her completely, the stretch almost too much as she moved her hands from his hair to curl her nails into his back. His kisses turned rough once more at the sensation, and she took the chance of biting down on his lower lip as she clenched herself around him.

His mouth tore from hers, the hand stroking her hair now gripping it, pulling her head back as his hips crashed harder and faster into her, building a heated pace that had her tightening around him more and more, drawing hard gasps from each of them. Gang-Tae's mouth once more set to leaving possessive marks over her neck, and she found herself writhing, crying out his name as her orgasm drew closer. Once more, she heard herself pleading with him for more, her fingernails raking down his back as she lost herself to the moment of begging Gang-Tae to fuck her harder, to make her cum, to fill her up with every bit of his hot cum, to overflow her with his pleasure.

A long moan escaped Gang-Tae and he was breathing heavily against her ear, his mouth no longer able to do anything but whisper into her neck, “Cum, Mun-Yeong... fuck, cum so I can let go...”

Mun-Yeong wasn’t usually one for taking orders. But this... the walls of her passage clamped down around him, her back bowing as her head thrashed, her hands flying out to seek purchase, grabbing at the floor as she was rocked with wave after wave of clenching orgasm, knocking the breath from her. Riding through the screams of his name, she felt his thrusts turn jerky, burying himself hard, a burst of hot cum being fucked into her as she clenched on his throbbing, twitching dick. A few more sharp, shallow jerks of his hips and Mun-Yeong felt her tensed muscles begin to relax. Her eyes dropped shut as she slowly came down from her high, and a smile worked its way across her lips.

“Thank you,” she murmured, and she felt Gang-Tae huff out a breathless chuckle above her, still buried deep inside her as he crumbled to lay his head on her chest, “Can we just stay like this for a while?”

A soft sound of sleepy acquiesce came from Gang-Tae, and she lifted a tired arm to stroke at his hair. She knew that she had to hold this moment dear. Deep within, Mun-Yeong knew that Gang-Tae's doubts would reemerge. She knew that he would try to pull away again. But this moment was a step, a small victory. For now, she would savor the feeling of his hard body draped across hers, the gentle brush of his breath across her chest, the trail of his fingers over her free hand, interlacing their fingers, the soft fullness of him still nestled inside of her. For now, this was heaven. All doubt assuaged. All fears of him leaving pushed away when he was so intimately connected to her still.

All of that was for later. For now, she was his and he was hers. Finally.

#iotnbo #iotnbo fic #its okay to not be okay fic #its okay to not be okay #psycho but it's okay #iotnbo smut #ko mun yeong #moon gang tae

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andotherbiases · 4 years

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Titans at the dawn of the world

Fandom: It’s Okay to Not Be Okay Pairing: Ko Moon-Young/Moon Kang-tae Rating: Teen? (The whole thing takes place in a bed) Warnings: N/A Summary: Kang-tae and Moon-young the morning after the events of episode 6 (minor spoilers if you haven’t seen it yet). Notes: I haven’t written anything in years and this hasn’t even been beta’d, oops. More of a character/relationship analysis than plot-y.

It comes to him all at once.

The whisper of a breeze upon his cheek. The scent of damp trees long forgotten. Clear melodies of early bird songs, and, somewhere in the distance, waves lap at the shore with the rising promise of a spring day.

He greets the morning with a sigh. Limbs stretching as his eyes open and blink once, twice, and land on the balcony, its doors thrown open to the world beyond.

To the world anew.

It is early yet, and he has beaten the sun to these hazy skies of soft blues and dusty pinks and smokey purples. And there, in the inky shadows he sees her face, at once angelic and soft, but her eyes are clear and daring as she stares at him and gives away nothing else.

Except for her hands, of course.

He can feel them still, her palms pressed against his chest as her fingers grabbed and gripped at him throughout the night, never loosening or lessening even as her sobs subsided and her breath grew deep and long.

Even now, with her eyes upon him, waiting, expectant of something that he doesn’t know, can’t begin to understand, her fingers are still twisted in his shirt. And that is when he registers her cold toes against his calves, his arm around her shoulder. Her small her body tucked into his side as they lay in her bed.

Her body feels like a contradiction, really. When he sees her outside of this place, she’s all sharp edges and words, full of bluster and impulse and the sheer confidence of an imposing, unfathomable figure. She takes up space unapologetically and moves about the world like it belongs to her, like it owes her something, and she takes from it with the assuredness of someone who knows that this is true.

It makes her seem like a titan, colossal in all the ways that matter and unbound by laws, by convention, by expectation.

And yet, here in his arms, she feels small and fragile and delicate. In her bed, her body is all soft curves and warmth.

He hadn’t intended to stay the night. Had tried to tuck Moon-young back into bed, but every time Kang-tae tried to extract himself from her grip, she would frown and tighten her hold. In truth, he hated seeing the distressed look upon her face, the deep line that formed between her brows that he knew she had not meant to let him see.

Perhaps it was that secret expression that made him stay. Maybe it was his own fatigue, or perhaps even his own desire to care and comfort her that eventually had him settling them down in her sheets, his arm secured around her.

Moon-young doesn’t need him to save her, he knows this well. But, undeniably, there is something about her that draws him in. When he was younger it was easy to dismiss his attraction as gratitude, as the flush of a first love. Now, however, it is harder to put into words what exists between them. History? Trauma? Regardless, he always comes back to her, is always returning to her, even when he knows he should walk away.

But now, feeling the weight of her gaze upon him, he wonders if it wasn’t a mistake to stay. If he had chosen wrong. He knew that the night had cost her something. Kang-tae witnessing her nightmare and sleep paralysis was deeply intimate and private. Worse, it wasn’t something freely given.

He wonders if he should apologize. If his presence is unwelcome, an intrusion, even. Is she mortified to find him there? Does she even remember the events of the previous night? While he has grown accustomed to the feeling of her eyes on him, for the first time, he is unable to hold her gaze. Kang-tae moves to disentangle himself, an apology forming on his lips when he notices, rather, feels, the slight shiver run down her back. The words shift and re-form in his mouth, concern for her well-being once again coming before all else. It is a feeling he understands and one he latches onto.

“How are you feeling? Are you alright?” He couldn’t hide his worry even if he tried.

He didn’t try.

Beyond her shoulder, dawn is breaking on the horizon, casting golden hues upon her face as she blinks up at him.

Kang-tae has never once doubted the fact that Moon-young was beautiful. Even when he didn’t want to admit his past connection to her, when he could barely acknowledge her presence in his current life, he always knew she was pretty. But like this, bathed in the light of a new sun, honest and vulnerable--like this, Moon-young is breathtaking.

“You’re still here,” she says with that voice of hers, deeper still at this early hour. “You didn’t run away.”

There’s a question there. Hidden and difficult to tease out given their history and their present and all the things they don’t say or only say in half truths. Even still, Kang-tae understands.

“No,” he replies. It is a single word, but it feels heavy on his tongue. It hangs thick in the air between them.

But then Moon-young nods, accepting what he’s said and what he means, and finally releases the white-knuckle grip she has on him. She busies herself smoothing down the wrinkles in his shirt. She doesn’t move out of his arms and he doesn’t pull away.

“My mother appears in my dreams,” she states, peering up at him as if a little unsure. Kang-tae understands that too. This is new territory for both of them. He holds his breath, and listens when she continues.

What Kang-tae doesn’t know yet are the words for what has him staying there with her, or even what it is in him that feels so alive when he’s with her, but in the soft light of dawn, he thinks that he wants to be brave enough to find out.

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