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oracle-of-dream · 24 days

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Photo Finisher

Minors DNI

Summary: You've been tasked with capturing photos of AB6IX for their comeback, Salute. Within the four-member group, you find a gem that's hidden away. All you need is to give him some encouragement to shine.

Warnings: Male Reader, Blowjob, Handjob, nickname: Hyung, Creampie, Backscratching, Flexible Reader, Vocal sex, Unprotected Sex

Wordcount: 2.1k

Today's client was AB6IX, a four-member boy group from Brandnew Music. When you'd read that it was a four-member group in the documents, you smiled to yourself. Fewer members meant you could leave sooner, a complete win if you could be done with the shoot before too long.

You walked into the studio that had been prepared for you. It was a black and gold theme with leather furniture everywhere, and golden-orange set lights drenched the room in a sunset glow. The staff on set greeted you as you walked by, avoiding your eyes and speaking softly.

You wore a white satin shirt with flowing wine-red pants flared at the base of your legs.

Inside the dressing room, the four idols were getting their make-up done. You'd seen the photos that were sent to you, but lackluster photos taken by mediocre photographers couldn't tell you anything. The four men were distinct in features, standing out from one another. Good. As you entered, the men stood to introduce themselves to you.

They all stood beside each other and bowed, saying in unison, "Hello, we are AB6IX! Thank you for working with us today."

The staff greeted them back as you nodded in acknowledgment toward them. You looked them over keenly. Their outfits were more risque than you originally expected. Satin black shirts and pants with a golden trim design, reminiscent of Louis Vuitton's styling patterns. It didn't match their small physical forms and round faces, but the contrast would make for excellent shots. You needed to give a word to their designer for this one, it made your job ten times easier.

One in particular stuck out to you. Woong, if you remember his name right, kept stealing glances at you. You knew he had something special about him, he just needed to show it to you.

You stood straight and addressed the room, "Alright everyone, let's work quickly today. I'm sure we're all busy people." You left the room after giving your short words, letting the makeup team finish their touches as you checked in with the stage set-up team.

The stage had lovely black marble flooring that reflected the furniture beautifully. It looked so clean you could eat off it. While admiring your reflection, you see another one come behind you. It was him again.

Woong cleared his throat and said, "Hello, Mister y/n, I wanted to bring you this gift on behalf of our group." He presented a signed album, with a small thank you message from each member.

He was on the shorter side of the idols you normally worked with. And his clothes covered some serious muscle definition, you could use that... "Thank you, how kind," You said with a smile as you took the gift from him, letting your hand graze against his.

Woong's ears took a soft shade of pink at the contact. "I look forward to working with you–bye now." Woong took off quickly toward the dressing room where his members watched from the doorway.

He was someone you needed to keep an eye on.

Not long after the shoot took off in full swing–You always allowed your interns to take group photos, coaching them on operating a camera. When it was time for solo shots, you started from Donghyun to Daewhi, then Woojin, purposely leaving Woong for last.

You were decently surprised by this group. The shadows of the lights and their muscle tones were captured beautifully without you needing to do much work. Woojin and Donghyun opened their shirts more to get that extra allure in the shot.

As Woong approached the set, you watched him closely. His posture and confidence changed from the boy you'd seen before, he seemed more like a man here.

You took a few shots, then told your team to take a break, giving you the room alone with Woong.

He lay on the black reflective surface of the coffee table, his hands behind his head as he looked at you. He noticed everyone leave and spoke softly, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, not at all. I just think we need something a little more intimate. If you'll let me?" You approached him, and sat on the table, your hand on his chest. "Do you think we can open this a little?"

He nodded shyly. And his pink ears turned red as you unbuttoned his shirt, from top to bottom, leaning closely down and using both hands to open his shirt. You purposely took deeper breaths, letting the air rake across his skin as you slowly exposed his torso to the cold room. Your skin rubbed against Woong's muscular body as you worked on the shirt, as you focused on the shirt you could feel Woong's eyes watching you. You stepped back to look at your work–Woong's face turned pink as he looked around the room. Anywhere other than looking at you.

"Is it too open?" You giggled.

He nodded wordlessly.

"Would you like me to fix it?" You close one button in the middle of the line, covering his chest but leaving his abs open for display. The way they protruded and showed so proudly, he must've worked out right before the shoot. As you finished, you stayed close with your head hovering over his stomach as you looked up at him. "Better?" You asked.

"Y-Yes," His voice shook.

You noticed the bulge in his pants, getting more prominent.

"Mr. Woong, are you okay? You look like you're having a hard time," You cooed.

"N-No, I'm alright, just sore."

You looked at how his stomach flexed. "Oh, is this position uncomfy?" You climbed on top of him, resting your ass right above his waistline, and you leaned on his chest as you slid your hands under his head. "Please try and relax. I can't afford you cramping up."

Woong's eyes were wide as he slowly let his hands down, resting his body as you held him close. "We're so c-close," He muttered.

"What's that?" You leaned down further, letting your head lay in the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, could you say that again?"

Woong's hands rose, awkwardly, unsure what to do. "I–We're so close. I don't–"

You shifted, pushing your clothes dick against his abs, and moaned in his ear. "Mr. Woong, your body is too sexy. I just can't help myself. Can you help?" You reached down to touch his hard cock, squeezing it, "Maybe we can help each other."

Woong hummed in your ear, "Mhm. I want to help you, however you want me to." His hands find a place at your hips as he guides you, pushing your crotches together and brushing against one another. You plant your lips on his neck, as you moan sinfully in his ear at the sensation. Woong slips your shirt past your shoulder and kisses it before sucking on it. "Call me hyung," He commands.

You moan in his ear, "Hyung~"

"Fuck–Moan more for me, I want to hear every pretty noise from you," He said as his hips started bucking into yours, desperate for more.

"Can I see it? Your cock," You nibble on his ear as you ask. Woong nods quickly as he groans from you playing with his ear. You slid off his lap and kneeled before him as he removed the gold-belted jewelry around his waist. Woong slid his pants and underwear down to unveil his cock, so pretty and shaved. He propped himself on his elbows to watch you as you wrapped your hands around his stiffness, staying at a slow and even pace as you stroked him. "Tell me how you want it, Hyung."

Woong groaned, "faster, like this." He took your hand and moved it at the pace he wanted, which made his whole body shake as you continued without his hand to guide you.

You study his face as you try different parts of his skin, squeezing and kissing on his shaft as you search for any sensitive spots. Every time you found a sensitive spot, Woong's groans would spike, peaking into a more high-pitched moan. You took him into your mouth, making his head roll back as his eyes lost focus.

"A little warning next time," He moaned as you flexed your tongue around him, sucking at the same time. "Holy–You're so good. Keep going," He pants as his hand lands on your head. His hand started pushing, questioningly at first, but with more strength when you allowed him to move you. As you take him deeper into your throat, Woong's hand tightens in your hair. "That's it. You're doing it so well, don't forget to look at me." You look at Woong, your eyes wet and some spit dripping onto his abs. That look must've been a trigger as Woong pulled you off him, breathing heavily as he tried to compose himself.

You stroke him, earning more moans from him. "Did I do something wrong, hyung?"

Woong grabbed your hand, stopping you from stroking him. "N-No, you were perfect. So good, I almost came."

"I want you to cum, Hyung." You tried to move your hand, but Woong's grip was too tight.

"And I want to cum in you," He said with a deep voice. You smiled at him and that seemed to break his concentration on you. "I-If you'd let me," He added shyly.

You slid off your pants. "You want me to ride you, hyung?"

"No, you're already working so hard. Let me reward you now." Woong let you over to the leather couch, laying you on your back as his cock throbbed in anticipation. He lifts a leg onto his shoulder and positions himself at your hole. "Try not to get too loud, but let me hear you, beautiful." Your hands wrapped around Woong's neck as he pushed into you, your eyes rolling back as he stretched you. He gave an experimental thrust, sinking deeper into you. "Did you prepare early?"

"So what if I did?"

"You were going to seduce me the whole time, weren't you?"

You nodded. "Your afterglow will be an amazing capture in my camera."

Woong smirked as he fucked into you, starting with a quick pace. He felt you clench around him as he watched your face change from the sensations. "Fuck–Kiss me," Woong commanded as he leaned down to kiss you, fucking you as he did. He bit at your bottom lip before breaking the kiss and attacking your neck. "You're too much for me, I can't kiss everywhere." Woong moved to your collarbone, forcing your raised leg to your head. You arched your back as the burn from him flexing your leg and the pleasure from him hitting your prostate, made you see white.

Your hands scratched at Woong's back as you moaned. "I'm– Can't–"

Woong felt the way you tightened more around him. "You're close? Please, cum for me. Cum for hyung!" He pushed extra hard, getting deeper than before, instantly finishing you off as you came on your white shirt. Woong's eyes were sealed shut as his thrusts were getting more frantic. You rubbed his cheek, which made him look into your eyes. "You're so beautiful... I'm cumming–I’ll fucking cum, all in you. I'll cum so deep in you. I'll cum all I can!" Woong fulfilled his promise as he came inside you, pushing as far as he could. Your moans synced with his in harmony as Woong collapsed on top of you, his cock still pumping cum out.

You lifted his head, getting a look at his face. It was sweaty, his hair stuck to his forehead, with a lovely pinkish glow. "You're so perfect, we gotta hurry!" You pushed him off you, forcing his cock out of you with a pop. Woong was still exhausted so you dressed him again, leaving the couch behind and returning to the table. You posed him again and started taking photos as cum threatened to leak out of you.

You finished capturing him and got a change of clothes from one of your set bags. Woong came up behind you as you finished sliding on a new pair of pants, hugging you. "So, will hyung see you again?"

"Call your company and tell them to book a solo photo shoot. Then maybe."

"Maybe when you're not working?"

You turned and pat Woong on the head. "I'm always working, Mr. Woong."

Woong stared at you, awestruck. "No, hyung?"

"Sorry, special requests are only during photoshoot time. Like I said, have your company book another appointment. Work out, you can get on the cover of men's health. I know they call me for photos all the time."

Woong nodded quickly. "I'll make it as their front cover, and demand you take my pictures, love."

"That's Mr. Y/n, to you." You winked as you pushed past Woong.

A few weeks later, your work was displayed in the teaser photos for the comeback...

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bgomtori · 6 months

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☆ blue orangeade - k.th

synopsis -> two total opposites but still somehow finding a connection with one another

-> sporty! taehyun x school pres! reader

-> opposites attract, mutual pinning, slowburn.

-> note! mostly written only some smau parts, baller tyun.

you were the school's president, he was the basketball team's captain. you liked rnb music, he liked rap and hiphop. you enjoyed peaceful and quiet areas, he enjoyed going out to parties with his friends. you had outstanding grades, and was in the top class, while he had mediocre grades, and was in the bottom class. so when you admitted to your friend, chaewon, that you had a slight infactuation with him, her jaw dropped immediately.

"YOU WHAT????" she shouted, slamming the table while standing up, her jaw dropped. literally. you quickly placed a finger on your lips, shushing her, begging for her to sit down before she draws anymore unwanted attention to you two.

"it's just an admiration chae, i don't like him fully." you lied to her, with a nervous grin on your face. chaewon clicked her tongue, "you've said this before when we were younger! and you ended up liking the guy." you didn't know what to say, it was slightly true, but you didn't want to like him. you two were the total opposites, how would he ever like you. chaewon noticed your silence, deciding to interrupt your train of thought.

"do you even talk to him." chaewon questioned. you nodded your head slowly, you and taehyun have never had an actual conversation before, only some hi's and bye's in the hallway, and discussions about the funds for the basketball team.

"we talk? kind of.. we say hi and bye to each other, and talk about fundings, i dont know. but he's an interesting person." you sheepishly replied, not making any eye contact to chaewon. chaewon sighed loudly, signalling how done she is with you. you chuckled nervously.

"i'll try striking a conversation with him next time. trust me." you reassured her, convincing her that you would do something about it. she eyed you suspiciously, nodding slowly. you shoved your food in your mouth, acknowledging chaewon's intense gaze at you.

"yn!" a voice suddenly called out for you. turning around you see taehyun with his group of friends, they were smirking at him, with a knowing look on their faces. you tilted your head in confusion, your eyes kept glancing back at chaewon, signalling to her that you needed help. you were clueless on what to do.

"talk to him! it's a literal heaven sent chance." she whispered-shouted while leaning her body towards you. you quickly finished your food, still chewing it as you made your way towards taehyun.

"yea?" you asked, slightly muffled by the amount of food in your mouth. taehyun's hands felt clammy, which was slightly unusual, he just wanted to know if the funds for the next basketball competition went through or not.

"so, have the funds for the upcoming competition went through the principal? our coach needs to know by today." taehyun urged, you swallowed your food and nodded your head quickly, "mhm it went through already! good luck for the competition!" you exclaimed with a bright smile on your face, patting his firm shoulder, turning around back to chaewon who was wiggling her eyebrows, wanting to know how it went. you shook your head, taking your seat next to her.

"he makes me so nervous, i can't even hold a proper conversation with him." you sighed, laying your head on the table. chaewon rubbed your shoulder in encouragement, "maybe he's feeling the same, did you see how he was looking at you? man, if only i had someone look at me like that." your head immediately jolt up from the table, you weren't sulking anymore.

"HUH in what way." you shook chaewon, desperate fot an answer, she grabbed onto your arms to prevent you from shaking her any further, "i can tell, i just know." she smirked, her finger poking your cheek teasingly as you pouted in disappointment. suddenly the bell rang, signalling to everyone that break was over and lessons were about to begin. you bidded goodbye to chaewon before scurrying off to your classroom. taehyun watched from afar as you ran into the classroom, his eyes focused purely on you while you apologise to your classmate who you accidentally bumped into. unknowing to him, his lips slowly turned upwards, unconsciously smiling at your every move.

the teacher soon entered the classroom, causing the noise in the class to die down, chairs scraping on the floor as everyone stood up to greet the teacher. the second half of the school day begun, your eyes were already on the verge of closing, geography classes were extremely boring to you, dozing off every now and then before actually falling asleep. geography class passed by almost immediately since you were dead asleep, you woke up to a few pieces of paper on your table, you scanned through them, realising that they were the notes from the class. on the last piece of paper, the initials K.TH were scribbled messily at the bottom, with a small note off at the side, 'can we be friends? :) my number is ##' you turned around to the back of the class, just to find taehyun with his head down on his table, probably taking a short nap before the next teacher arrives. you catch yourself smiling at the paper, quickly slapping yourself to snap out of it. your hand reached from under your desk to get your phone in order to add taehyun's number into your contact list.

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"yn! are you on the way to the meeting? our teacher is looking for you." chaewon shouted into your ear, you pulled your phone away from your eardrum, trying to spare them some mercy.

"yea, i had to talk to my chemistry teacher about something sorry-" you voice was cut off by suddenly bumping into someone. you paused to look up at the person who was infront of you. kang taehyun was standing there, looking down at you with his big, round eyes staring at you. you bowed and apologised, you could hear chaewon's voice shouting for you to answer. you quickened your pace, placing your phone back to your ear to reply to chaewon. taehyun wanted to speak with you, but you left too quickly, he watched as your figure slowly fading smaller and smaller. he bit his innercheek in irritation, grabbing his bag to make his way to the court.

"you finally came, we are 1/4 through the things we have to go through." the teacher explained, you took your seat beside chaewon as you ran through the already explained documents yourself. the entire student council meeting was tiring, and exhausting, especially for you. the teacher made you do most of the work, while rest had basically half of the workload you had. even if everyone was completed with coming up with the plans for the upcoming school festival, you still needed to sort them out and contact vendors, you basically needed to do everything to ensure that the festival would go smoothly. after what seemed like forever, the meeting was over, you looked at the sky, noticing that it was overcast. just your luck, you left your umbrella at home, now your bag was going to get wet under the rain.

"chaewon, you have an umbrella right? can you send me home?" you asked chaewon while you file up the papers into your file.

"ehh, sorry yn, i have dinner with my family after this, my relatives are coming over." chaewon informed you with an apologetic look, you let out an 'oh' sound without realising, but still waved chaewon goodbye. you walked towards the main gate, the heavy rain hitting the road, splashing onto your legs from time to time, the petrichor scent of the rain engulfing your sense of smell. you stood by the sheltered gate, hoping that the heavy shower will soon be lighter.

with your headphones covering your ears, your favourite tunes playing, tuning out the loud sounds of the rain hitting the ground, occassionally you'd look up to see if the rain had subsided. soon you heard loud voices echoing through the school, you turned around to see a group of basketball men coming towards your direction, you literally prayed for your life, hoping that they wouldn't shout directly beside you. as they approached closer, you increased the volume of your headphones, trying to cancel out the loud, obnoxious voices.

"isn't that yn? why's she still here." jay nudged taehyun as he moved his head to take a closer look. he was worried, shouldn't you be home by now?

"i think she doesn't have an umbrella to go home. taehyun, you like her right? use this chance to send her back." jake grinned with a teasing glint in his eyes. taehyun cussed at him while he laughed, asking the rest of the team to walk faster. you scrolled through your messages, replying them at the same time until you heard a quiet voice call out for you. you looked up in confusion, just to see taehyun holding onto his umbrella, his lips mouthing to you something. you paused your music, removing your headphones, letting them hang around your neck.

"it's really late, the rain doesn't seem like it'll stop. i'll send you home." taehyun offered, you were about to reject his kind gesture, but you noticed his desperate eyes, basically telling you to allow him to walk you home.

"alright.." you accepted, taehyun smiled, opening his umbrella. it was awfully silent, you felt super awkward. despite it being chilly, your face was warm, your hands were sweaty, everytime your hands brush against one another from time to time, you feel yourself internally scream. taehyun on the other hand, made sure that you would be completely dry, even if half of his body in soaked, he doesn't care. as long as you are dry and well, that's all that matters.

"thanks for the geography notes, i was really tired today, so the notes really helped." you choked out a sentence, trying to lift up the mood. taehyun smiled to himself, proud that he was able to help you in a small way, "you're welcome, it's nothing much though, so it's ok."

"oh right, the competition you're having, is it before or after the school festival?" you suddenly questioned, taehyun was taken aback, since when were you interested in basketball? "a week after, why'd you ask?" you were silent, you didn't know what to say, because you wanted to go to his game but you didn't want to tell him now. you were now tongue tied, trying to form your words, taehyun chuckled at your attempt to reply him, he could tell that you wanted to watch his games.

"you should come watch it, we're really good. especially me." he giggled, praising himself. you glared at him when he made that horrible compliment about himself.

"wait my house is just there, i'll run there." you suddenly exclaimed, taehyun was about to protest on how you were going to get wet but by the time he could say anything, you were gone, running in the rain towards your house. taehyun sighed, suddenly feeling a vibration in his pocket, realising that it's from an unknown number, he tapped on the contact, his ears immediately warming up

### : hey!! it's yn :)

### : thanks for sending me home, i'll treat you something one day or do anything you want me to do

### : get home safe

tyun ^..^ : hey yn, it's fine. remember to shower quickly, i dont want you sick.

ynn ♡ : aww, i will! i'll text you later.

taehyun's felt his stomach do sommersaults, he was so giddy. you literally said that you were going to text him later, was he crazy? did he read that right? he kept looking at your contact, making him bump into a street lamp on accident.

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after weeks, you and taehyun have been getting closer, he'd always find an opportunity to send you home, even if he needed to rush home immediately after. everyone in school caught on with how close the two of you were, the school's president with the famous captain of the school's basketball team. everyone found it slightly odd how you two would even click, you had a good girl aura around you while taehyun had a slight bad boy vibe, not as bad as the rest of his basketball team, but about there.

"yn, over here." a voice called out for you, you turned around to see taehyun's head peaking out of the classroom, his hands directing you to go to where he was. you spun around, telling your friend group to wait for you in the cafeteria, apologising to them as they proudly pushed you towards taehyun's direction. you brisked up your pace, finally entering the classroom. you saw him sitting at his usual seat, his hands fiddling around with something.

"what is it tae?" you asked, pulling a seat next to taehyun. his hands immediately coming to a halt when you tried to peak over his shoulder to see whay he was doing.

"since, the festival is tomorrow, i want to have matching bracelets with you.. if it's ok with you." taehyun locked eyes with you, and felt his brain malfunction due to how close you two were, he was completely smitten to you. when you nodded your head, in agreement to his request. taehyun beamed brightly, pulling out the bracelets he was hiding under his table. you stared at it in awe, it was a matching gwen stacy and miles morales bracelet with a heart pendent attached to one side of the bracelet. the heart pendent was magnetic and could attach itself onto taehyun's matching heart pendent to create a full heart. the colours of the bracelet complimented your personalities as well, which was really cute. you could tell that taehyun put a lot of thought into it.

"it's really cute, i love it." you thanked, still admiring the bracelet. taehyun smiled softly at your actions, he found you adorable, no wonder he was so attracted to you.

"can you stay here with me till break is over, i'm too tired to ball in the court right now." taehyun pleaded, his head rested on your shoulder, taking in your scent while your hands lingered around his muscular arms, humming in response. soon enough, taehyun lifted his head up, looking into your eyes before turning to the side to grab something from his bag.

"wear this for the competition next week, you can keep it afterwards." staring at you with slight puppy eyes, wanting you to accept his jersey. that was his dream, his girl wearing his jersey to his competition or just in general. you took his jersey in hesitation, glancing at him, trying to make sure that he wasn't lying to you.

"i'll wear it for you." you grinned at him, taehyun felt his heart melt at your pretty smile, lord he was so drawn to you, he'd actually worship the ground you walk on. you're literally his ideal girl, smart, kind to everyone despite the circumstances, paitient, bubbly, just the perfect girl for him in conclusion.

"oh, the bell, i'll go back to my seat. i'll text you later." you patted taehyun's shoulder, placing the seat you took back to its original position before returning to your own seat, folding taehyun's jersey neatly to keep in your bag. the both of you continued on with your days as if you two didn't interact alone in the classroom earlier.

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beeep

the referee blew the whistle, signalling the entire court that the match has offically started. the crowd of spectators, splited evenly with supporters from both schools, cheered for the school they were rooting for. your school had formed a chant for the boys, led by a group of boys who were also close friends with taehyun, everyone followed their lead, shouting their lungs out in unison. you and your friends joined in for the thrill of it, screaming as loud as you possibly could.

"taehyun's quite good, right yn?" yujin whispered shouted into your ear, loud enough for you to hear. you gasped, smacking her shoulders to shut up as she laughed loudly at your reaction. you watched as taehyun shoots the ball into the hoop and scoring with ease, his teammates running up to him, giving him a quick hi five before continuing on with the match.

the match was intense, points scored from each school one after another, it seemed like it was going to be a tie. however, down to the last ten minutes, the court quietened down, everyone watching the match intently, the shoes of the boys squeeking as they tried taking the ball away from the opposing team's grasp. you felt your heart beating in anticipation, you wanted your school to win so badly, you wanted to see taehyun and his team happy.

suddenly, taehyun ran towards the group and hit the ball out of the opposing team's hands, giving your school a chance to attack. taehyun hastily dribbled the ball towards the other end of the court, his teammates trailing behind him, shouting his name to just shoot. taehyun gulped anxiously, one slip up and everything will be ruined. he positioned himself perfectly, tossing the ball up, towards the basketball hoop. the ball circled around the rim, making everyone in the court stare at it in anticipation, your school praying and hoping that it'll go in while the opposing school supports prayed that it rebounded.

after what seemed like an eternity, the ball miraculously went through the hoop, as the referee blowed the final whistle, ending the match. the whole crowd cheered in pure glee, some even jumping off the standees, and over the barricades to run towards the boys to congratualate them. you ran forward towards the barricades, trying to spot taehyun. you saw as he was surrounded by his friends and team, getting jumped on for making such a clean winning shot for the school. you giggled to yourself at the scene unfolding infront of you, not realising that the two of you just made eye contact. his friend whispering into his ear, making his flustered. taehyun shrugged his friend, who was basically climbing on taehyun like a koala, off his shoulder to walk towards you.

"congrats tae!" you smiled at him, proud of his accomplishment. taehyun gave you a wink, "told you i'd do well." you glared at him, your jaw dropping at what he said.

"i'm leaving bye." you coldly said as a joke. taehyun chuckled, pulling back to the barricades, your faces only inches apart, your breathing hitched when you felt taehyun's hot breath on your skin. you wished you could hug him right now, but the only obstacle blocking the both of you from doing so was the flimsy metal barricade.

"can i?" taehyun asked suddenly, his eyes staring into yours fondly. you nod your head, feeling flustered already. in a second, his lips were already on yours, it was quick yet enjoyable. your face flushed, the boys in the background screaming and slapping each other, cheering for taehyun. you buried your face in taehyun's shoulder out of embarrassment. taehyun turned around to quickly flip them off before tilting your head up to look at him.

"i'll bring you out after this." taehyun informed you as you nodded your head, waving a quick bye to him before running out of the court to find your friends who were probably too tired to wait for you in the court. you were so giggly and bubbly as you started smacking your friends while telling them everything that just occurred.

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mudwerks · 11 months

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(via One Republican Senator Is Holding Military Promotions Hostage Over Abortion)

"Your talent pool goes down because one, frankly, mediocre football coach lucked into a position where he’s able to do that,” a veterans' advocate told Jezebel.

and no qualms about fucking over the people he is “representing”

today’s GOP motto: Fuck you I hate you - VOTE FOR ME

#GOP damage #toonerville

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21wanderer · 5 months

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A real footballer

Body a day - #7: Football

Ashton: “Do I look like a real footballer now, dad?”

Coach: “Yes, you do Jere–, I mean Ashton.”

A: “Ashton Jenkins… it will take some time getting used to, da– I mean ‘Coach’.”

C: “Yes, you probably shouldn’t call me ‘dad’ any more.”

A: “This is so surreal, I can’t believe you’d do this for me.”

C: “I’m sorry for the things I said, son. You’ve got a good head, but you were never much of a jock.” A “I wasn’t a jock at all…”

C: “It’s absolutely criminal that a guy like Ashton could get such a great scholarship, just by being good at sports, and you, despite all your intellect could barely get something mediocre. But if this is the length I have to go to to secure your future, then so be it.”

A: “I can’t thank you enough, da– Coach!”

C: “We still need to see if it’s working completely as intended. There’s only a few practices left before term ends, then it’s summer holiday and after that, you’ll be starting your new life at university…”

A: “I think it will, I feel stronger already, and I think I can launch a football with ease now.”

C: “That’s the kind of confidence, I always wanted to see you have. Make me proud.”

#body theft #male body transformation #male transformation #life takeover #body a day #male possession

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Enough for me. (Roy Kent x Fem!Reader)

pairing: (Coach) Roy Kent x Fem. reader

word count: 824 words.

warnings: roy being sad/doubting himself, roy x reader fluff, reader comforting roy, slight sexual themes suggested (near the end), roy hating on trent crimm

a/n: hi!! this is my first ever fic so... pls be gentle. this fic is based on season 3 episode 2 of ted lasso. thanks for clicking on my post out of the millions, i appreciate you :)

summary: roy comes home, frustrated and in need of some comfort after a confrontation with trent crimm about the column he wrote on roy's premier league debut.

It was a normal day- mundane if anything. You had not too long ago returned home from work, now lazily being slumped over the couch scrolling on social media. Your shared home with the newest coach of AFC Richmond was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Roy, you expected, would be home soon, probably coming through the door stringing curses together. Something of course happened at work, the only question was who exactly he would be pissed at this time.

Just as the scenario of an angry Roy played in your head, he walked through the door. You chirped up, happy to see him after a long day, when you noticed the down look of his face. It was less angry and more...disappointed? "Hey, Roy" You spoke, gently due to the unawareness of what was happening. As you stood up and walked toward him, his eyes planted on the ground, you noticed closer the expression splayed on his face. His brows were furrowed, and he seemed to be in a deep solemn thought. It was only when you lightly touched his harm that he seemed to snap out of his thoughts.

You offered him a comforting smile, "You alright? Talk to me." After you spoke, you moved behind him, beginning to take of his coat. "I don't know." He finally spoke, his tone being gentle. Silence filled the air for a brief moment until he spoke again, "Can I ask you something?" He was now meeting your gaze. "You know you can."

"Do you think I'm good? Like, good enough?" What? A puzzled look fell over your face, and he spoke again before you got the chance to. "I don't know- fuck. It's hard to explain." His gaze diverted once again, now focusing on his fingernails he softly picked at. "Roy, I'm not sure what's going on, but you can talk to me. What happened today?"

"Today was fucking fine. It was normal until that prick Crimm had to interfere." he paused, alternating his eyes from you and the floor, "It's bad enough he prances around the fucking place like he owns it, but today he just had to come talk to me and shit." He picked at his fingernails, a little rougher this time, and you could tell he was wallowing in a mixture of hate for both Crimm and what had gone down today.

You knew he wasn't very fond of Crimm, but not exactly why. You had always figured it was because he was a-in his words-pretentious dick. But this was deeper than that, you just had a feeling. You shot Roy a concerned look. He slowly reached for his wallet and drew out a slip of paper, placing it in your hand and urging you to read it.

What welcomed you was a small excerpt claiming "Newcomer Roy Kent is an overhyped, so-called prodigy whose unbridled rage and mediocre talent rendered his Premiere League debut a profound disappointment.” As soon as you read it, you shot Roy a sad glance. You were angry for him, not believing someone had the will to write such negativity.

"Crimm wrote that." He paused to take the small slip out of your hand. "I was 17, and I had just started playing. Seven fucking teen." He gritted his teeth, grimacing. You rubbed his arm, waiting for him to start again. "I have been living my life since then feeling like I was shit. Then today Crimm revealed he did it just to be 'edgy' and make a name for himself."

Not knowing exactly what to say, you continued to rub his arm. "Roy I'm so sorry. I can't imagine the dejection you’ve been feeling all these years.” He gave you a weird look, a mixture of solemn and happy.

“You know what I really can’t believe? I kind of want to forgive his ass.” You were shocked at what you could assume was Ted’s influence. “Really?” He nodded. “As much as I don’t want to fucking admit it, yeah. He was trying to do his job I guess. I just wish he would have picked on..some other prick, I don’t know.” He was now stifling chuckles, just as shocked from the situation.

“You know what Roy?” you spoke, not breaking eye contact. “Hm?” He tilted his head. “I’m proud of you for coming to that conclusion. You could have blown up, yeah? Been angry, upset. But you handled it all well.” Your graze moving up from his arm, now on his cheek. A good minute passed as you enjoyed holding his rough face.

He leaned down to kiss you. It was gentle and sweet, spreading a honeyed heat through your being. He continued placing small kisses on your face, your neck. Slowly turning into esurient nibbles.

“I fucking love you.” He spoke through kisses.

“I love you too.” You felt him smile against your skin. “And Roy?”

“Mhm?”

“You will always be enough for me. Always.”

#ted lasso #roy kent #roy kent x reader #trent crimm #ted lasso fic #apple tv #fanfiction #trent #crimm #roy #kent

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