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smutoperator · 2 months

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Luck Inside Her Backdoor

Kim Yoohyeon x Male Reader

Tags: 100% anal, big ass, butt plug, casting couch, facial, gape, glasses, (a lot of) lube, sloppy blowjobs, sugar daddy

Word count: 4223.

Your daughter came with an unusual request. She wanted to attend the concert of a K-pop group. You had never heard of them. Dreamcatcher, apparently. But you decided to be a good father and give her the tickets to the concert. You knew nothing about them but wanted to make your daughter happy, especially following the recent divorce you had with her mother.

At the concert, one of the girls caught your attention. She was quite tall and moved her body perfectly while also performing great interactions with the crowd. "What's her name?" you asked your daughter. "Yoohyeon," she replied.

Indeed, Yoohyeon had hypnotized you, especially her ass. You kinda wanted to impress your daughter and see if you could find a way to meet Dreamcatcher after the concert, but more than this, you wanted to take a closer look at her.

You contacted the managers, who said it wasn't possible; they just weren't going to give you access. But you insisted, using your money and influence to bribe them and get your daughter to have an improvised fan meet with them.

Your daughter was quite happy, taking as many pictures with their idols as she could. But you were even more delighted as you managed to sneak in a message to Yoohyeon. "If you're still in town tomorrow, meet me at this place. Here's my phone number." Yoohyeon was about to throw it out, but she texted you out of curiosity, asking why you would want to meet her in private. "For sex, tell me where your place is, and I'll pick you up," you replied in the next message. "Sure," she agreed.

You left your daughter at school and guided Yoohyeon to your place. It was a cold day, meaning she was wearing a quite long jacket, but her long-sleeved top had all the buttons in place but still showed off her beautiful midriff and elongated navel, while her jeans showcased the great figure of her bottom. She also looked extremely cute with the glasses she had on. Yoohyeon sat on your couch as you approached her, asking her a question. "Are you ready for your audition?"

As soon as Yoohyeon heard those words, she already knew what to do, getting on her knees. She slowly took off her jeans and panties, showcasing her meaty pussy and the butt plug covering her asshole. You already knew her ass was amazing, but it looked even better in full display—truly a packed and stacked bubble butt.

Yoohyeon gave you a little smirk as you started playing with her anal plug using your left hand, removing it, then putting it back in a couple times. Every time her butthole got exposed, you used your tongue to lick it fully. Yoohyeon enjoyed the attention as you focused on her ass before sliding your right hand under her to massage her pussy. "Ah yes," she said in approval.

Having someone willing to be her sugar daddy was something she wasn't expecting. Things looked pretty safe for Yoohyeon as of lately. Her group avoided the seven-year curse, and she had a steady income from sales and touring, but she knew she had to ace today's performance more than any concert to be set for life. She got herself barefoot as you kept playing with the plug in her ass and making her let out some very sexy moans.

You picked up the pace and fucked her a little faster using the plug while placing your free hand at her massive cheeks. You started giving Yoojyeon some hot kisses without looking at her cute face as both of you closed your eyes to enjoy the touching of both your lips better. Between the kisses, you continued to warm up her asshole, pushing the plug in and out of it.

"Let me see that dick," Yoohyeon interrupted you with a naughty request as her eyes brightened under the glass. "You want it now?" you asked. "Yes," she said with a big smile, truly ready to impress her sugar daddy. But you decided to tease her a little, fingering her pussy while still manuvering the plug in her asshole. "Take it yourself," you told her.

Yoohyeon turned around and placed her hands in your belt, taking it off and then unzipping you as she unveiled your cock. It was still flaccid due to the weather, but it definitely had the size. Nothing like some little work couldn't fix it, as Yoohyeon grabbed it hard and inserted it in her warm mouth, prompting a rush of blood from the rest of your body towards your pole.

You started taking your shirt off as Yoohyeon coughed on your dick while taking it deep in her throat for the first time. She managed to warm your cock up so quickly that it wasn't long before your tip was springing out of the foreskin. "Oh fuck, oh shit, god damn it," you murmured as Yoohyeon started her no-hands blowjob that made her gag on it.

As more spit came out of Yoohyeon's mouth, she started to unbutton her jacket and take it off without ever leaving your cock out of her mouth, even with you making it harder on her by pushing her head against your crotch, as she closed her eyes while her forehead landed on your belly. That only made Yoohyeon try harder, as she had now taken her jacket off to the fullest and started loosening up her top's buttons one by one as soon as she gagged on your prick once again, rolling her eyes as her glasses touched the base of your cock.

Yoohyeon pulled out of your cock as soon as she managed to take her top off, with you moving her face close to yours to kiss her sloppy mouth while caressing her beautiful round boobs. You took Yoohyeon's pantyhose off, the last piece of clothing she was wearing, staring at her now fully naked body from top to bottom. It was freezing cold outside, but her body was so hot that you weren't feeling anything. Quite the contrary, as your cock was now fully erected and throbbing for more heat from Yoohyeon's filthy mouth.

As Yoohyeon dove under your cock to suck you off a little more, you placed your right hand right on top of her big ass, closing your eyes as her mouth sucked the shit out of your dick. You fucked her ass with the plug, dreaming of replacing it with your cock the more she gagged on it. You pushed your shaft a little up, reaching all the way down her throat, to make it harder for her, leading Yoohyeon to gulp and almost throw up as you hit her gag reflexes. You two started it all over again, this time with her lasting much longer with it bulging under her throat as she quickly adjusted to your length while also adding some hot massage to your ballsack.

She really knew where to hit the right spots, as Yoohyeon's massage ended up being a massive turn-on to you. And she sensed the same, increasing the speed at which her hands moved around your big balls. "Oh my God," it was all you could say once she finally finished it, moving towards fast dives into your cock and a high-paced blowjob that slowly turned her on as well, making her nipples quite hard in the process.

You pushed Yoohyeon's hair a little to the side to have a better view of her pretty face gagging all over your meat. But it didn't take long until you received a request from her. "I want you to shove this dick deep in my ass," she said. You loved hearing those words. Yoohyeon was ready to take it straight up her butthole and not waste any time in her pussy. She knew she had to go big or go home, and her begging voice clearly indicated it. Today, it was anal or bust.

"You do? Then beg me," you tease her. "Please, daddy, shove it up in my big fat ass; I want you to stretch my asshole out and gape it to the size of the moon." Yoohyeon meant business as she turned around and got on her knees on the couch, her butt now facing you as she licked her tongue. You removed the plug off her anus in one go as Yoohyeon held her left hand into the couch's arm, bracing herself for your big cock fully inside her. You added some lube as her butthole quickly started to clench shortly after the plug's removal.

You shoved your tip on Yoohyeon's backdoor, taking advantage of the lube you placed at her anal entrance, leading her to elicit a few moans. "Oh my God, yes," she approved as your shaft slowly disappeared inside her bunghole. You penetrated it slowly, making sure to take your cock deep inside her cavity from the start. Yoohyeon then starts fingering her pussy to increase the stimulation as you grab her slippery tush with just your right hand.

You give Yoohyeon very deep pumps, with the lube helping you slide all the way in with ease. Running your hands on top of her ass, you keep impaling her with your full length for a decent amount, leading her to scream. "FUCK!" she yells as every inch of your cock is already buried inside her butthole. "Want to take it deep again?" you ask. "AHHHHH YESSSS," she says in sync with your cock ripping her hole apart as you pull out of her.

Yoohyeon closes her eyes as you get ready for yet another deep anal insertion. This time, you go a little faster, making her feel much more of the heat. "Ugh, fuck, give me, give me, give me that cock," she says, her body bouncing at each thurst you give her. You pull out to check her already large gape, spitting straight inside her asshole and pounding her big ass with more speed as soon as you go back inside. "Ohhhh, so fucking deep," she says as her voice starts to crack, squealing as your balls start clapping her round cheeks, rolling her eyes at each pump you give her.

You pour some extra lube on her cheeks and your cock. Yoohyeon's ass jiggled as she felt your meat stretching her cornhole out. You kept putting more lube in her ass and using your hand to spread it out as she panted and moaned with your cock deep inside her butthole, enjoying the massage you were giving her butt. "Put it deep in my asshole; oh fuck, make me cum so much," she said as you started pounding her harder with the lube fully settled in and making her ass shine.

Yoohyeon held her hands against the couch's arm as you railed her, groaning and getting out of breath. "YEAH! YEAH!" she screamed at each pump. She put her ass up and enjoyed your balls smashing her cunt, rolling her eyes while doing so. You started spanking her fat cheeks, showing off who her owner truly was, and printing your hands all over her ass before switching to slower thursts to enjoy your shaft disappearing inside her ass to the fullest while she screamed in submission to your cock and groaned more and more.

"Let me taste that dick," Yoohyeon said as she pulled out. That imposing girl you saw the day before had turned into a submissive whore who would do everything to please her sugar daddy's huge cock. As she dove back into your shaft, you surprised her with some thrusts into her mouth. You weren't even going fast, but she was already spitting all over that dick. You grabbed her by the hair, shoving your cock harder in her mouth as you increased the pace. Yoohyeon was gagging and spitting so hard that your cock had turned into a pudding mess of saliva.

Still catching her breath, Yoohyeon sits on your massive meat and starts riding it, giving you a perfect view of her ass bouncing up and down your cock as she gets impaled. Her spit is more effective than any lube, it turns out. She goes slow, trying to adjust to your length as she puts her feet on your thighs while riding. But as soon as she does that, you pump your cock up Yoohyeon's shithole, challenging her to keep her balance as you mercilessly pound her ass.

"FUCK, IT'S SO HUGE!" Yoohyeon screams as she closes her eyes and grips her feet as hard as she can against your thighs, managing to regain control of the bounce as she finally takes it full length inside her asshole. Yoohyeon pants a lot but wants more, gyrating her hips as she takes it deeper in her anus.

Your cock hitting the whole length of Yoohyeon's butthole makes her moan much harder. You sense the opportunity and start fingering her cunt while she bounces on your manhood. Yoohyeon now spreads her legs as you massage her clit, getting even more passionate as you draw her body closer to you, kissing her while she moves up and down your cock and running your hands all over her fit belly and sexy tits.

"GOD, YES, YES," Yoohyeon felt overwhelmed: your mouth in her lips, your hands now deep in her meaty pussy, just like your cock balls deep in her ass, it was too much for her to handle as she closed her legs and her thighs started to jiggle involuntairly. You took advantage, and shortly after, you resumed pounding her hard. Yoohyeon couldn't decide between staring at the ceiling and closing her eyes or staring at your big cock manhandling her. Your high-intensity pounding had flipped a switch on her, as she started bouncing hard on your dick as if she had something to prove. Well, she kind of did, but at this pace, she had passed your test with ease; everything else was just a bonus now.

"OHHHHHH. UGGGGHHHHH," Yoohyeon lets out a massive scream as you tilt her body slightly and start hammering her. But her next reaction would be even more priceless. "Oh shit," is all she can say when you lift her legs up and lock them with your arms, placing her under a full Nelson as you hit deep in her shitter. Yoohyeon is completely imobilized and gets the perfect view of your cock working inside her bunghole.

"Ahhh, oh my fucking God," is all Yoohyeon manages to say when you free her and now tilt her entire body sideways, closing her legs as you kiss her passionately and keep stretching her out, her pussy gushing at each pounding you give her asshole. "Holy fuck, you're making me cream so hard," she says as she gets fucked with her legs fully up in the air and the perfect view for you to look at her face screaming and crying. "Ahhhh, so so good," she says in an almost muffled manner as you get close to her face to kiss her, grabbing her thighs as you give her a sort of spooning with her legs lifted.

Yoohyeon moans a lot, prompting you to tell her to hush. You spread her legs a little for deeper penetration as you increase the speed of your poundings in her butthole. Yoohyeon fingers herself as her left leg rests on your couch while her right leg is fully up in the air. You go harder and get her out of breath before slowing down to take a pair of deep pumps in her ass.

"Now taste it," you say as you pull out of Yoohyeon's dirty hole and she gets on her feet for the first time in a long while. But that doesn't even last a couple seconds. Like a puppy, Yoohyeon crawls back to your big rod on all fours to suck it dry and taste her shithole, gagging on it, slurping it, and massaging your balls as you run your hands all over her big ass.

"Ready to go back?" you ask her. Yoohyeon doesn't need any words to answer, just her eagerness to jump on that pole and ride it like a cowgirl as she lines it up against her anal entrace once more as you add more lube to her shiny cheeks. Yoohyeon sits on it as she tilts her body down and lets your cock fill her ass up to the fullest while you massage her huge tush that carries half her weight. She starts very slowly, enjoying every time your tip touches the depths of her bunghole. You spread her ass a little for easier penetration, grabbing it to push it up and get longer bounces from her.

"Shit!" Yoohyeon exclaims as you start clapping against her ass again and giving it some spanking. She rests her head on the couch, bracing herself for another round of rough pounding. You get so overconfident that your cock slips out of her hole, but you quickly make up for it, making her cheeks make a noise akin to someone's while riding a horse, as all the lube accumulated around it makes it splash at each pump. And indeed, Yoohyeon was getting mauled by a horse hung all the way deep in her ass at an increased speed.

Drops of Yoohyeon's saliva were still glued to your cock as they created a little string between your cock and her buttcheeks, resisting your hard thursts as you now spanked both her cheeks. Yoohyeon decided to take a bit of control and ride it herself, much to your approval. "Just like that," you told her as Yoohyeon smashed her fat ass against your hips and made your cock disappear between her enormous cheeks.

You pulled out and gaped Yoohyeon's asshole as some fluid came out of her asshole. It was the lube that accumulated inside her after so much pounding; although it looked so much like cum, it felt like you had creampied her when it landed on your skin. "Want another gape?" you asked. "Yeah," she answered while moaning as you slowly removed your cock and spread her cheeks. Her butthole was fully red and wide after such a long and rough fucking.

Yoohyeon put your cock back in and bounced a bit, but soon it would be stopped as you gaped her again, this time placing your middle finger at the edges of her anus and spreading it out. But Yoohyeon wanted something different. "Stop teasing me and fuck my ass," she says as you insert your cock back in her and give her a hard pounding while beating her buttcheeks like a drum.

Yoohyeon then decided to place her feet on the couch to give your meat another ride, bouncing her fat ass so hard that your impalment eventually hurt her, leading you to lift her ass up in the air and regain control of the pounding, showing no mercy for her now sore asshole. Yoohyeon tries to stay strong as you tear her ass apart, howling and screaming like a puppy. Her cheeks are fully red, she groans and moans like never before, and the couch trembles at each pounding you give her. "AHHHHHHHHHH," she screams hard as you continue to impale her nonstop.

"Yes, baby, I love that dick in my ass. I love it," Yoohyeon says. "Then show it," you tell her, pulling out for her to taste it once more as you dunk her head on your cock. "Gag on it, bitch," you demand as she also spits on it, and you impale her mouth like it's her dirty asshole. Yoohyeon can barely breathe, but you don't care and push her to the limit, giving her a congratulatory kiss shortly after.

"Get on all fours like a good puppy," you tell her. An extra lube and your cock slide inside Yoohyeon's gaped butthole with little resistance, going deep inside her in the first thrust. Her wet cunt taints your couch, but you couldn't care less; you just wanted to admire her stretched hole, taking your cock in and out of it to the fullest multiple times. "Ahhhh, stretch my asshole," Yoohyeon begs as you keep playing with it and watch her cunt drip.

In, out, in, out. You keep doing it, now a little faster, until Yoohyeon spreads her cheeks just enough for you to pound her to the fullest. "AHHHHHHH. AHHHHHH," she screams with her eyes closed as you top her and ram her like a dog. She cries a bit as you spank her ass and clap her cheeks hard. "OHHHHH FUCK FUCK," she keeps begging. Your couch now creaks at each pump you give inside Yoohyeon's used-up asshole as you take her balls deep. "Good puppy," you tell her after you slow down. She can only look at you with begging eyes as you dominate her.

"You're gonna make me fucking cum so hard," Yoohyeon says as Squirt keeps gushing out of her vagina. Her impending orgasm leads to pleasurable pain for her as her already sore anal walls get even more sensitive, and she keeps barking and howling. "Then let me see it," you tell her.

You order Yoohyeon to put her back on the couch and face you, giving her a missionary fucking. Her legs tremble as she starts cumming while you fuck her ass, enjoying an amazing orgasm that only gets better after each thrust. Even your cock now is a little bent over after such long wear and tear up her butthole. "Jeez," Yoohyeon says as she continues to orgasm and you continue to fuck her.

Yoohyeon spreads her anus and shows you her massive gape once more. She's so stretched out now that even your balls can enter her anus while barely forcing them in. She's just your slutty puppy, your begging sugar baby, and your anal gloryhole. "Stretch my ass," she says as you place your thumb in her mouth. One extra layer of lube to grant her wish, and you're back inside her worn-out pooper. You grab her legs to allow you to increase your pace. Yoohyeon feels it as just a couple of faster thrusts have already sent her over the moon. "Oh fuck," is all she can say; her tits now jiggle as you go rougher on her, putting your hands between them. The couch continues to creak, now harder than ever as she can barely say any words now with your cock hammering her like a sex toy. Now her whole body trembles just as you give her a rest and switch to a slow-paced fucking of her lube-filled shitter.

But your mercy only lasts a few seconds as you rub Yoohyeon's dripping cunt, searching for more squirt, sensing she's still aching inside her holes. "D-d-daddy," she says with her grinding teeth, in a way you can barely hear it. She keeps squealing and moaning as she feels weaker than ever and can barely feel her legs. Your dominance over her is almost complete; you just need one item to cross off your sugar baby's checklist.

Yoohyeon closes her eyes and opens her mouth. You keep pumping her deep. She seems to be waiting for something. It doesn't take you long to find out. "May I have your cum, please?" she asks. "You want it? you reply. "I want your cum. I want it so fucking bad; please, please, give me your cum," she continues. You increase the pace of fucking her asshole, getting ready to finish inside it and crown your work of art, pushing Yoohyeon's body hard against the couch's arm, but she has different plans.

"I want your cum all over my fucking face. Hit my face with your fucking cum; cover my glass. Please, please, cum on my face; I want to taste it. Please, I want your cum. Please, please, please," Yoohyeon starts to beg. You answer her as she gets on her knees, and you start jerking your cock off before she takes control and does it herself, sucking it and getting it ready to burst. "You want that cum? Work for it!" you tease her. "Yes, I want your fucking cum," she says. "Oh, keep going," you tell her as she gets you on the edge and close to finishing.

"Oh fuck, I wanna cum." It doesn't take long for you to say those words. After an extra jerkoff from Yoohyeon, you cover her nose and her glasses full of jizz, eratically shooting to a point where some of it lands on her collarbone. A very pleased Yoohyeon sucks your cock, and now your legs are the ones that tremble. Then she takes her glasses off to lick and swallow the cum that got stuck in there, later scooping what was in her face and sending it straight to her needy mouth.

Yoohyeon keeps sucking your cock, still hard, even after she drained your balls. "Can I be your sugar baby now?" she asked. "You didn't even need to ask," you tell her. As she keeps jerking you off and you guys start thinking of your future plans, she hears some noise coming out of the door.

"I think someone is entering the house," Yoohyeon says. "Let's get out of here."

It was your daughter.

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 5 months

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Hi I'm back. How are you?

How about... A yandere that has had a bunch of lovers and either killed them because he got bored or broke their heart beyond repair? But them he meets the reader and something changes?

Idk it seems like a fun dea.

Yandere! Male! Player x gn! Barista! Reader

Uh ohz, here is the player 🙄 there's a little twist to the request, meowing! I hope you don't mind. (Another Greek mythos twist. Not as blatant as Hades though. Only a bit of the Greek mythos is grabbed, not all.)

I'll see to it how can we break this little man

ヘ(￣ω￣ヘ)

AND, I AM GOING TO STOP TAKING NEW YANDERE REQUESTS! But, I am going to take asks about the existing yanderes now!

Yandere! Player name: Amor

A resounding slap echoed throughout the bustling cafe, silencing the people talking to each other. The woman, tear stricken and angry, looked at the man in front of her.

"We're over!" She yelled before stomping away from the cafe, leaving the man behind.

The people started to gossip amongst each other, but one particular action by the man stunned them.

He just sat down, took out his phone, and called somebody.

"Hey, fancy meeting tonight? I just know of this nice cafe. Date, my treat."

Shameless, the people thought as he chuckled and ended the call with a lazy smirk, stirring his coffee and sipping it.

Amor. Extremely handsome man. Charming, always knew how to get the ladies.

That's what made him full of shit since being handsome is his only redeeming quality.

He's arrogant, a bastard, selfish, has a pride taller than the Eiffel tower, and a total player.

He juggles women left and right, flavor of the day, who's gonna be my girl for the morning, afternoon, and night?

Why do people flock to this man again?

Ah, because the Gods favor this bitch.

What did he do in his past life that women love this man?

Well, in his past life, he's a boring nerd.

His family loved him dearly, and wanted him to succeed in life.

So, attending academic camps, prestigious schools, goddamn Kumon? He got it all.

Awards, upon awards. He collects them like pokemon.

Did it make him interesting?

No. All he knew is academics, and no outside skill.

He's book smart, not street smart.

Poor guy wasn't even attractive. So, when he finished University in an Ivy League Uni, he's lost. He doesn't have charisma to charm employers, he doesn't have the confidence to do public work...

Well, that, and NASA already hired him.

What? He is not street smart and has a hard time finding a job himself, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have connections.

In short, he's a Nepo baby.

At least he's a genius so NASA made sure to use him thoroughly.

But, he felt... Bored.

He wanted more from this life of his.

He wanted a girlfriend for fuck's sake!

So, by some stupid and desperation he himself never thought of doing, he turned to the old gods.

The old Gods, surprised by a sudden influx of eager and desperation of faith from only one man, decided to entertain them.

"PLEASE! WHEN I DIE, MAKE ME EXTREMELY HANDSOME AND HAVE WOMEN LEFT AND RIGHT!"

Oh... That's not...

He's really superficial....

Did the Gods care though? Nah. He's really entertaining. Awakening old Gods just for... Women?

So they granted his wish.

When he died of old age (unfortunately for him.), He woke up to another wealthy and loving family. But this time, he's the son of a world renowned Kpop idol, and a Miss Universe.

"This is overkill." Amor thought to himself as his mother cradled her. "But damn, ain't I happy!"

Growing up, even as a kid, girls liked him. He felt like on the top of the world. He retained his memory, so he's practically a gifted child. No, perfect child even!

Except that he's actually a foul kid.

He became arrogant, a snob. Someone who viewed himself too highly for people.

But do his parents care?

Eh...

They spoil the kid a lot. And turn a blind eye to his lack in manners.

Again, went to prestigious Universities, to Kumon, academic camps.

Everything was a breeze for him now.

He got a job as a model immediately. He decided to not go down the academic path, but use his parents' connections once more to climb up the showbiz ladder!

He's still a Nepo baby in this life.

Well, again, his handsomeness is almost too good to be true (work of the goddess of beauty), so his model career is skyrocketing in success.

And women.

Countless of them.

He cycles through them like toilet paper. Throwing them away once he's got his fill.

Yet, people don't care.

He somehow built a reputation off of being a player. When people say that "he broke somebody's heart again!"

"Eh, what did you expect from being in a relationship with Amor?" They would say with a shake of their head and a smile.

That's how much the Gods intervened with his life.

Once he sets his eyes on someone, he 100% would get them.

Unless....

"Tsk. Where can I go now..."

Amor paced around the street, turning heads left and right as this man sculpted by the gods had a worried look on his face.

The cafe he frequents closed down, now he needs a new place to take his women to dates to.

He's about to get his phone when a flyer hit him directly on his face. With an irritated glower, he grabbed the flyer.

"ow! What the f... Oh?"

He stopped, seeing the content.

"new cafe open?"

It looks like a generic cafe. But what was interesting was that the cafe is located in an indoor garden. Like a greenhouse.

"This is interesting. Women love flowers, don't they? And a garden of all places!" He laughs, making the gods stir from the sudden new cafe they got.

They all fuzzed, saying that this would be a good place. But, the goddess of Beauty stirred. Saying she got a bad feeling about this.

"relax, nothing will happen."

And when he got inside the cafe, he immediately got shocked by the barista, you.

Has there ever been an ethereal beauty like you? Someone... Someone who rivals even the goddess of beauty herself?!

The goddess stirred again, shackles raised. She never made you, so why are you this attractive?

Then, the goddess whispered on his ear.

It's to make you fall in love with a monster. Someone ugly, a beast... Anything to get your status down! Nobody can be as beautiful as her!

Envy filled the goddess as she gave Amor arrows to hit you with.

Now, assigned with the task of making you fall in love with what the goddess call a 'monster', he sets off to your house in the middle of the night. With the help of the other Gods, he became invisible and flew on to your balcony.

With a creak, your balcony doors opened. Making him shimmy inside through the small crack.

Yet, fate tempted him as the moonlight hit your form. In a vulnerable state, your androgynous beauty is amplified. Your long eyelashes, your skin... Your figure...

Truly, your beauty rivaled the goddess. No, you were more beautiful than her.

His throat dried, eyes glazed over.

Gods, are they tempting him?

It would be a waste for you to fall in love with an ugly guy.

His fingers twitched, trying to grab the arrow.

"OW!"

He seethed, doubling over as he clutched his finger. It got pricked by the arrow.

He somehow forgot a crucial information.

'whoever the first person the pricked sees if the arrows only pricked one, they will fall in love with the first person they sees.'

And, as his eyes irritably looked at you, overwhelming love filled inside him as he gasped in the sudden influx of emotions.

He kneeled down, eyes wide.

He's rigid. All he could see is your form. Lovely and so bright.

And hid eyes softened. A dull light in it as his lips twitched into a lovesick smile.

He was already attracted to you before, and now, pricked by the arrows, he's utterly obsessed with you.

With a twitch of his hand once more, he grabbed the arrow and stabbed himself fully to the thigh.

"GAGH!"

He doubled over, gasping, twitching for air as his heart pulsed through his ears. His eyes frantically finding your sleeping form before letting out a shaky moan from the satisfaction.

It was like a drug. Everytime he sees you, he gets overwhelmed with feelings of affection.

Is this what love is about?

And before he knows it, the arrows are all used up.

It was morbid, seeing this man stabbed with so many arrows.

But his face says otherwise. Like a drugged up man, overdosed on ecstacy, he was in a drooling trance from the addictive feeling of love for you.

The arrow is effective enough by one arrow, and now this?

Well, let's just say...

"I count, right?" He shakily asked the gods. "I'm a monster, somebody who breaks women's heart left and right."

He trembled, standing up.

He walked over to you, legs unsteady as he dropped to his knees once more and planted his lips on your own.

It tasted, you tasted so sweet, divine upon his lips.

He wants more, but he can't risk waking you up.

"Goodbye, my love. See you tomorrow." Amor whispered, grabbing your hand and dragging his nose on your skin and inhaling your scent. Exhaling shakily, he stood up and flew away.

Let's say, the goddess of Beauty was really angry at him.

But her condition, a 'monster', fits him. So, what can she do?

She gritted her teeth and looked at him with hatred, yet complacency.

You're so pretty, it hurts.

"Welcome to the Psyche cafe! How may I help you-- oh hello, sir Amor! The usual?"

Amor slowly nodded, clearing his throat.

"yes. The usual."

It's been weeks since then. And he made sure to make himself a regular in the cafe. He stopped going on dates, and pulled a lot of strings to somehow burry the player accusations. He knows he can't really burry it all.

So he made (threatened) the women he dated to be positive about him.

He wants to fly on your radar, spot on the middle, so bad.

So, with the invisibility power he got from the Gods, he always followed you. Even up to your home.

At first, his heart pounded like crazy. What if he suddenly appeared? Will you be freaked out? Surprised? Will you run away--

No, you can't run away.

Like you can, anyways.

He knew of your favorite food, fashion sense, hell, your taste in men...

He slowly changed himself into the man of your dreams.

Like a persona he integrated into himself, this sudden change shocked the people. But, they welcomed this change.

"Is he in love, that's why he's changing?"

More than that.

He's making himself into the perfect boyfriend for you.

Now, all he needs is you!

"Here's your coffee, sir!" You greeted with a sweet smile that he swore he had to grab his soul from leaving his body. "Enjoy!"

He gently grabbed the coffee and as usual, gave you 200$.

"sir..." You grimaced.

"Please, just accept it." He smiles. "You've always been a pleasant person to talk to, y/n. So, just see it as a generous tip. That I frequently give."

You looked down at the bill and smiled. Warmness spreads through your chest.

"thank you s--"

You looked up, and froze from the look he's giving you.

Deep, crazed...

Obsessed.

You shivered in fear.

Sensing your eyes on him, he coughed loudly, averting his eyes before returning to the man you knew.

Or did you actually know him?

You don't even know anymore.

But hey, he gives huge tips.

"Thanks again for the coffee." Amor smiles, trying to sweep what happened under the rug as he waved at you.

He went to his usual table. Somewhere secluded, yet has a clear view of you surrounded by flowers.

He observes you. Plans on what to do next.

He knew he can't just waltz in and whisk you away. That's barbaric.

But he's not opposed to the idea though...

He smirks.

He can probably pull tons of strings for you to end up in his arms.

He loves you, don't mistake that.

But, a little bit of... Force would be good.

He's an impatient man.

Also, did he mention that he's a selfish asshole?

How about, making your life so miserable. Getting you kicked out of this cafe, your family suddenly getting a huge debt...

Something he knows you can't pay immediately.

And his family would coincidentally sponsor you by giving you a condition of marrying him!

Anything to be with you, really.

Or, just steal another arrow and hit it with you. That's also plausible.

But, the goddess is pissed with him. So that's the last resort.

He sips his coffee and crosses his long legs.

He's favored by the Gods anyways.

His eyes narrowed slightly as you interacted too amicably with your coworker. An obvious blush on the coworker's face as he got too touchy with you.

No, everyone in the cafe is enamoured with you. Your beauty too good for this world.

He gripped the handle of his cup.

But first, let's get rid of potential rivals, yes?

You are only his.

What is there to fear? He has the resources in his hands to make you his.

You didn't know yet, but your fate is already sealed, tied, and shackled to him.

You don't really have a choice.

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spamgyu · 2 months

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urs // Mingyu Series - Part 2

"the best at being the worst... but fuck sake I'm already yours"

DESCRIPTION: she and mingyu were in no place to be in a relationship. she was his best friend's stylist and he was... well he was kim mingyu; something stable was not something that was ideal for the two – not when their careers are both at it's peak. PAIRING: idol!mingyu x stylist!reader GENRE: angst WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, implied smut, stubborn protagonists, so many red flags you would think this is a football game, features the love of mingyu's life (jungkook) and all his other besties

NOTE: if you read INFRUNAMI, no you didn't. this has the same-ish vibes BUT this is the re-written version. many events, actions, and overall plot has been changed. (even if the intro/first part is very similar)

"Are you really not going to come with me?" Mingyu watched her move about her room.

He had shown up to her place unannounced – letting himself in, using the pin-code he had memorized by heart. This was one of many occasions he had put the four digits into good use; at times paying the apartment a visit even when she was not around.

It was the one location no one dared to bother him; mostly because those who were in on their arrangement knew that his presence at the place shouldn't even exist.

It was his new safe haven; a place where he can hide out when his schedules seemed to have more hours of him staying awake than it did of any shut eye.

Any time he felt a moment of pressure from the public eye or his company, he ran to the one place he that silenced the voices in his head – instantly bringing a sense of calm upon him.

Which has been rare to come these days.

Y/n didn't think he was actually being serious when he had invited her to spend the holiday with his family.

She rarely took what he said seriously, knowing that they were nothing but empty promises – being so busy and all. She knew she was last on his priority list and had always kept her expectations quite low for him.

Maybe it was her fear of disappointment.

"I don't know, dude." Y/n sighed, holding two jackets in front of her – mentally debating which would go best with her outfit. She may be spending the day alone but she still wanted to look well dressed. "I have a lot of things to prep for."

"The leather one." Mingyu nodded over to the jacket in her right hand. "Just do it after."

Setting the canvas outerwear in her left hand down, y/n slipped one arm after the other into the oversized jacket Mingyu had suggested – glancing at her reflection in her full body mirror.

He was right, leather did look best.

"I can't. Our flight leaves 5 am." She frowned. "I'll stop by when I'm done."

"Your mom will never let you hear the end of this, you know that right?"

Mingyu had only met her mother once, and it was purely by accident. While visiting last year, Y/n had taken her mom to the company building to show her around – wanting her mother to see where she spent most of her days if she wasn't hopping from one plane to another.

The three of them had managed to get on the same elevator that day; Y/n having no choice but introduce her mother to one of her so-called friends.

Which wasn't much of a lie... technically. They were friends...and a little more. But her mother didn't need to know that.

And of fucking course, Mingyu didn't take long to warm up to the older woman.

Two minutes to be exact.

All he had to do was flash his usual smile and use that tiny voice he used when he was around anyone that was older than him – her mom falling right into the trap that almost anyone had fallen into.

Including Y/n.

Mingyu completely disregarded his original plans of having lunch alone that day, choosing to sit with the two in the company's food hall – bonding with her mother about Y/n's need to always put her job over her personal interest.

In Y/n defense, her job didn't feel like a job. She thoroughly enjoyed what she did – the nearly seven figure salary was just cherry on top of the deal.

"Which is why she won't know." Y/n pointed before picking out a lip gloss from her collection. "It's not like she can check anyways."

Mingyu knew she was right, letting out a frustrated groan. "Come on, I already told my mom you were coming."

The smile on her face fell. "You're joking."

Just as Mingyu had only met her mother once, she had only met not only his mom but his whole family once. And just like Mingyu, she had managed to get along quite well with them – especially his mom.

The older woman was nothing but kind to Y/n despite crashing their rare-to-come family time during the holiday last year. The older woman couldn't help but happily dote on the girl upon learning that she was in the country all alone, all while her mother was back west.

Happy knowing that he was slowly swaying her decision, Mingyu's smile grew larger. "How about I help you do what you need to do so that we can head over together?"

Y/n pursed her lips, considering his offer. She did need some assistance with pressing a few garments and compiling her styling kit – and she did miss having a home cooked meal.

"Fine, but no funny business."

"Well," He let out a soft chuckle. "When you put it that way, now I kind of want to do some funny business."

"Work is work." Y/n reminded him.

They never took their ... business elsewhere. It was far too risky.

Especially at their company building.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

She hated how she could never resist him.

Somewhere in between steaming the rack full of designer pulls she had managed to secure for her talent's upcoming schedule, and their useless banter, Mingyu had managed to get his hands on her.

It started with a simple squeeze at the hip as she tried to ignore the lust full gaze that he had been sending her since their arrival – within minutes he had her pinned against the wall, his lips hungrily attacking her neck.

No matter how much she wanted to stand her ground, keeping to her word, Y/n had given in.

Like she always does.

"What happened to no funny business?" Y/n sighed as she tilted her head to give him more access.

"No one's laughing." Mingyu mumbled against her jaw, a free hand slowly creeping up her shirt while the other hooked on to the belt loops of her jeans – pulling her closer against his body.

"You're annoying."

She could feel her whole body begin to grow hot under his touch, arching her back off the wall as he moved from her neck to her lips – his tongue plunging into her mouth.

"Hey– whoa!"

The sound of the familiar voice broke the spell he had put her under – Y/n pushing off the boy that towered over her to see their friend standing at the door with a bewildered look on his face.

"At the office? Really?" Jungkook cried.

She had completely forgotten that she had asked him to swing by for one last fitting.

Closing her eyes, Y/n let out a loud groan; in both embarrassment and frustration.

They had never been caught once. They've always been careful – which was quite easy considering they were always in the privacy of their own bedrooms.

If it would have been any body else that had walked through the doors, she would have been sure she would have been fired in an instant. Despite having a bullet proof contract that left her almost invincible to any termination.

She was a well known industry stylist after all.

"We weren't doing anything." Mingyu shrugged, walking over to the leather couch – shrugging off the incident as if it was just any regular occurrence.

All while Y/n would rather have the ground swallow her whole.

"Sure, dude." Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Do I need to come back or....?"

"No, we're good." Mingyu answered for her, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

She wanted to strangle him.

Letting out a deep breath, Y/n grabbed the outfit she had set aside off the rack – handing it over to the boy who now had a quite amused look on his face.

He always did enjoy teasing the two; more Y/n than Mingyu, since he was always able to get a reaction from her.

His best friend on the other hand, he didn't seem to care. Dismissing his attempts to poke fun at the secret very few of their circle were in on.

"Say a word, and I'll leave pins in your clothes." She gritted her teeth.

Using his free hand to metaphorically zip his lips, Jungkook turned his heel and headed for the foldable partition set up at the corner of the room.

"I ran into Hana the other day." Mingyu announced – for his friend of course.

Hana.

His ex-girlfriend.

The girl that Y/n wasn't supposed to know about.

What Mingyu didn't know was that she knew all about the girl, all thanks to his blabber mouth of a friend who had spilled all there was to know about the two's past.

During one of their many days of being overseas, Jungkook and Y/n had landed on the topic of Mingyu – a time before he was made aware of his two friend's special kind of relationship.

Hana was his first love; and from what Y/n has learned... his only.

Hana was once a trainee at the company along with the thirteen boys – a girl that Mingyu had grown up with. They have had a long history, having known each other even before he became the idol he was today – she knew him better than anyone else.

As Jungkook claimed, "She'll always hold a piece of him."

"Of course you did," Jungkook snorted from behind the bamboo divider. "I'm ninety-nine percent sure those run ins aren't coincidental."

Y/n pretended to busy herself with packing the remaining items on the rack – all while her mind ran a million miles per hour.

She was curious but she knew it was also not her place.

And definitely not the right place and time to pry.

"Looks okay?" Jungkook stepped out, his arms stretched out as he spun for the girl.

She pulled her lips into a tight smile and nodded. "Does it feel okay?"

"I think you may need to hem the pants." He shook his leg. "Can I keep these after?"

"I mean, I don't think Diesel will say no to you." She chuckled, crouching down to examine the length of the jeans – making a mental note to bring her sewing kit.

"Can I keep the jacket?" Mingyu quipped, eyeing the leather moto-style leather outerwear was sporting.

There was no doubt that this item would soon be a well desired piece by everyone once it was made available for purchase – and free clothes were free clothes.

"Sorry, I work for him. Not you." Y/n shrugged. She knew there would be no issues if they kept the garments that the brand had generously loaned the artist – much like many other brands that scrambled to place their items on the biggest boy group of not only Korea, but the world.

"I'll give it you dude, don't worry." Jungkook gave his friend a knowing look, earning an eye-roll from the girl.

Aside from Hana, the only other person that held Mingyu's heart was Jungkook. The two having an irritable bromance that gave Y/n a headache anytime they ganged up one her.

Which occurred far more often than she liked.

"Okay go change." Y/n stood from her spot, lightly pushing him towards the partition.

"You guys got plans after this? My mom made enough food for half of Korea."

"We're heading to my parents."

"We?" Jungkook coughed, sticking his head out to glance at the two.

Y/n silently sent over a look, telling him to pipe down – thankfully Mingyu didn't catch on to this.

Because he was far too busy typing away on his phone.

"What the fuck?" Jungkook mouthed to her.

"Y/n was going to spend the whole day here." Mingyu locked his phone, looking up to see his friends silently communicating. "You two good?"

"Yeah, Kook is just being annoying."

Despite having the brains, Mingyu was quite oblivious when it came to her.

There were so many telling signs, so many bells and whistles that rang for everyone – and yet, he had no clue that the girl he had roped into having a friends with benefits deal with, had feelings for him.

Who could blame her?

Not only did he look like a reincarnated Greek God, fucked like one as well; but he had all the traits any girl would dream of in a man.

He had been raised quite well.

She had fallen for his stupid smile, the one that showed all of his teeth; infecting those around him.

His stupid laugh that were practically music to her ears whenever she heard it, making her want to crack jokes continuously just so she could hear more of it.

His stupid acts of service that just came so naturally, unable to help herself from becoming putty in his hands whenever he did anything to make her day that much easier – opening bottled water, adjusting her clothes whenever they were not sitting correctly on her frame, wiping away the crumb that stuck to her chin, placing a pillow where his body once laid before slipping into the darkness of the night.

The list could go on.

To Mingyu, these actions were nothing. These were things he would do to those close to him.

But to her, the girl who had accepted the barest of bare minimum from previous lovers, it was everything.

Y/n had fallen for a man she shouldn't have. Not only because of the rules they had set, the stupid fucking rules, but also because she knew he would never give her the time of day.

She had lost count the many times he had expressed to her that relationships was not anything he dreamt of; not now and definitely not anytime soon.

His group was finally reaching the success that they had worked so tirelessly for – the endless sleepless nights, the many injuries, the tears... they were finally paying off.

A relationship wasn't something he could afford, nor did he have energy for.

"I like this. It's low maintenance." He claimed.

Low maintenance.

No daily texts or calls, no checking up; they came and go in each other's lives like the wind – passing by when they pleased.

And for a good while, she was on the same page as him. She too couldn't afford a relationship – not when she was as busy, if not more, as the seven men she worked for.

They were both on two different planets, universes even, but they shared similar worries.

Similar struggles.

But as her schedule started to slow down, with each boy slowly stepping away from the limelight to fulfill their civic duties, nights had become lonely and she began to yearn for the one thing she had been pushing off for years.

"Ready to go?" He stepped in front of her, a soft smile on his lips.

All while she was deep in her thoughts, buzzing about the room in auto-pilot, all the task she had needed done were finally complete – Mingyu taking notice of this as he stayed out of her way, choosing to converse about God-knows-what with his best friend.

Blinking her thoughts away, she mirrored his expression. "Yep."

Mingyu handed her the jacket she had slipped off once they had arrived, reaching over to pull her ponytail from under the garment as she adjusted her top.

There he goes again with doting on her...

"Stay safe, guys." Jungkook snickered as he headed for the door.

"We're going to my parents!"

"That wasn't what I meant but– hey, that too." He winked before slipping out of the room.

Y/n knew she shouldn't have agreed.

She should have made up a stupid excuse.

But just like all other times, she had given in.

Unable to resist him.

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btsficsandsuch · 9 months

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I might be a little Yoongi biased.

Anniversary Alone

You were sitting in the passenger seat of his car smoothing out the wrinkle in your skirt for what felt like the hundredth time. “Y/N just relax. Everything will be okay.”, your boyfriend spoke from the drivers seat. The two of you were in Daegu to visit Yoongi’s parents and also have a little weekend get away to celebrate your first anniversary. This was your first time meeting his parents so you were extra nervous. Yoongi never spoke much of them so you weren’t too sure what to expect. After a knock on the front door and a short wait Yoongi’s mom greeted you both and welcomed you in.

Lunch was going well. Yoongi’s mom questioned him about whether or not he was resting and eating well. His dad asked him how work was going. Usual parent talks. Things took a turn when Yoongi’s mom cleared her throat, “So son, when do you plan on starting to date. I mean I’m not getting any younger and I’d really like some grandchildren.” To say you were confused was an understatement. He was dating. He was dating you and you were sitting right there. Was his mom confused? Did Yoongi not tell them about you? Your mind was going a million miles a minute waiting for Yoongi to say something.

Finally he spoke up, “You know I’m busy mom. I just don’t have time for a relationship right now.” You tried your hardest to stop the tears threatening to fall. You didn’t understand. You thought you were in a relationship with Yoongi for the last year but apparently not. Why would he lie? His mom continued, “I know and that’s why I did half the work for you and found a girl for you to take on a date. Her name is Jae. Your father and I have known her parents for years. I think you’ll really like her. She wants to be an idol too so you have a lot in common.”

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. Your boyfriend’s mother just set him up on a blind date right in front of you. You sat there waiting. Waiting for Yoongi to speak up and decline the offer. He had to decline it because his girlfriend was already sitting right next to him and he had plans to celebrate their one year anniversary that evening. You kept waiting and waiting, but you never heard him say toy. You saw him nod his head yes and whisper a soft okay breaking your heart.

The rest of the lunch was awkward to say the least. You were no longer hungry and you were just focused on not breaking down. Yoongi knew you were upset and wanted nothing more to hug you and apologize and explain.

A little more time passed before it was finally time to leave. You all said your goodbyes and Yoongi’s mom once again reminded him about his date that evening, like a final dagger to the heart. The car ride back to the hotel was silent. Yoongi tried to rest his hand on your thigh several times but you quickly shoved him off of you each time.

Once in the room you couldn’t hold the tears any longer and immediately locked yourself in the bathroom. Yoongi kept knocking on the door, “Y/N please come out and let me explain.”

“Explain what Yoongi. How you just let your mom set you up on a blind date right in front of me? Or how you haven’t told your parents you’ve had a girlfriend for the last year? I mean who did they think I was?” You tried to keep your sobs to a minimum not wanting him to know how upset you relent were.

You could hear him sigh from the other side of the door, “Y/N it’s really complicated. I was trying to protect you. My parents can be a bit harsh and I wasn’t sure how’d they react to me dating you. I didn’t want them to say anything

to hurt you so I told them that you were a member of the staff that was coming along with me to help make sure I continued to meet work deadlines. I didn’t know about the date. I promise.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, “Oh so you’re embarrassed of me. Is it because im foreigner or because I’m not a famous idol like you? I mean why are you even with me if you can’t tell your parents about us?” Yoongi began to plead, “No Y/N I’m not embarrassed at all. I love you so much. You’re my everything. I thought I was doing the right thing but I made a mistake.”

Slowly you cracked open the door peeking around to see your boyfriend leaning up against the wall, his hair disheveled from him pulling at it in distress. His eyes were red from the tears threatening to spill. “Then why didn’t you tell them the truth when your mom brought up the date? Why did you agree to go?”, you questioned.

Yoongi looked up seeing you in the doorway. He pulled you into a hug, “I don’t know Y/N. I really don’t. I panicked. I feel like all I’ve ever done is let them down and went against what they wanted. I just didn’t know what to say.” You stayed in his embrace for a few moments thinking through your options. Finally you pushed him off of you looking up to meet his gaze. In a whisper you responded, “You better leave now. You don’t want to be late for your date.” With that you walked back in the bathroom locking the door behind you.

You’d hoped that he would bang on the door and tell you that he’s not going. That he’s spending the evening with you and you two will celebrate your anniversary as planned. When you heard the room door open and click shut shut seconds later, your tears started flowing again. He had actually left. He was spending your anniversary on a date with another woman that he hadn’t even met yet.

You decided the take a hot shower to try and calm down. When you were cleaned and changed you laid in bed. All you could think about was how your boyfriend was out on a date with another woman. He was making small talk, laughing at her little jokes, telling her how beautiful she looked. He’d pay for the dinner and then grab her hand and take her for a long walk through the park just talking about anything and everything. All things he was supposed to be doing with you. But instead you were alone and stuck in this hotel room in an unfamiliar city feeling sorry for yourself.

After about an hour you decided that you weren’t going to spend another night there. You had no reason too. Your boyfriend clearly didn’t care and even though you were supposed to meet his parents for breakfast the next day you knew they’d be happier if you were gone. They probably saw you as a threat to their plan to get Yoongi a girlfriend. You quickly packed all of your belongings so you could get out of there before he got back.

While putting the last of your clothing back into your bag you saw the gift you had brought to give to Yoongi. A beautiful watch he had been eyeing for a while. Along with that there was a hand written letter detailing everything you loved about him. Feeling like such a fool you came close to tearing up the letter. He didn’t deserve to read those words. But staring at the envelope you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. No matter how bad he hurt you everything in that letter was true to you at one time. You decide to leave the gift along with the envelope sitting on the table in the corner of the room along with a new note written on a piece of hotel stationery,

“Yoongi, by the time you get back from your date and read this I’ll be halfway to Seoul. Don’t worry I’ll have all of my things out of the apartment before you get back on Monday. I’m sure your new girlfriend will probably want to move her things in soon. Oh and happy first anniversary. Too bad there won’t be a second.

Love, Y/N”

With that you grabbed your bag and headed for the train station. You wanted to catch the soonest train back home.

Yoongi was miserable. All he could think about was you sitting alone in the hotel room on your anniversary while he was stuck on this date pretending to care about anything this girl was saying. “Yoongi are you even listening to me?”, she asked. He came back to the present and apologized, “Sorry, I have a lot on my mind.” She rolled her eyes, “Anyways, do you think you could put in a good word for me at the company? My audition is in a couple weeks and I’d love to make a good impression.” Yoongi sighed, “Did you only want to go on this date with me so that I could try and get you in as an idol?” Jae laughed, “Well yeah I thought I made that clear. I don’t have any time for dating right now. I want to further my career.”

Yoongi was quick to stand up knowing this was his chance out. He placed some money down on the table to cover their dinners and handed Jae a card with the number to one of the recruiters on it, “Here call this number and tell them that Yoongi recommends you as a trainee.” With that he ran out of the restaurant and rushed back to the hotel hoping to find you laying in bed so he can make it up to you and tell you how much he loves you and how much he needs you and how much of an idiot he is.

Yoongi barged into the hotel room and immediately noticed you and all of your things were gone. His hope that maybe you were just out to grab dinner was lost when he noticed your note sitting on the table. He was experiencing a mix of sadness, guilt, and anger with himself. These feelings only got worse when he saw the envelope. He name written in cursive surrounded by little hearts. With shaky hands he opened the envelope and pulled out the letter he began to read,

“Yoongi, Can you believe it’s been a whole year already? Time really has gone by so fast. I guess that will happen when you spend every day feeling the love that only comes along once in a lifetime. I really don’t know how I would’ve gotten through this past year without you by my side. I never knew how badly I needed your late night cuddle sessions or your kisses when you think no one is looking. How I look forward to your words of comfort or how you put my bathrobe in the dryer before my showers so that it can be nice and warm when I get out. You truly are the love of my life and I can’t wait to celebrate many more anniversaries with you. I love you.

Yours forever, Y/N”

Yoongi sat there clutching the now tear stained letter. He couldn’t believe that he let his fears once again get in the way and ruin everything. He knew he had to make it right. He had to at least try. Shoving all his belongings into his bag he grabbed the car keys and headed out the door.

Dropping your bag by the door and taking off your shoes you were happy to finally be home. That was until you remembered that you had to pack all of your stuff and find somewhere else to live before Yoongi got home. Luckily he wouldn’t be home for another day so you decided to just get changed into some comfy clothes and get in bed.

A few hours later after you drifted in and out of sleep you heard the front door slam shut followed by lots of shuffling. Immediate panic set in. You were home alone and someone had broken into the house was the first thought that came to your mind. The fear got worse when you heard someone running down the hall to your bedroom. You jumped out of bed and grabbed the nearest item you could find to use as a weapon when the door swung open and a disheveled, exhausted Yoongi appeared. Relieved it was only him you still used your weapon of choice to lightly smack him on his good shoulder,

“What the hell Yoongi! You scared me half to death. I thought someone had broken into the house.” He engulfed you a hug squeezing you so tight you could barely breathe, “I’m so sorry Y/N, for everything. Please don’t leave me. I thought I was protecting you by what I did but I never thought it would end up like this. I love you so much and I don’t know what I’d do without you. This has been the best year of my life and for the first time I’m truly happy and that’s because of you. No other girl on this planet could even compare to you.”

You stood there just taking in his scent for a few moments before remembering what happened, “What happened to your date?” Not letting up on his grip he mumbled into your hair, “She only wanted to go on a date with me so I could put in a good word for her at the company and increase her debut chances. I gave her a card for one of the recruiters and got out of there.”

You only nodded, unsure what to say. Yoongi finally released his grip around you and pulled you to sit next to him on the bed. “Okay and what about your breakfast with your parents tomorrow? What are you going to tell them?”, you asked. He ran his hand through his hair trying to find the words, “I already called them and explained everything. I told them that we had been dating for the last year and that I loved you and didn’t care what they thought.” You bit your lip trying stop the smile starting to form. “What did they say?”, you asked. He let out a smirk, “They were pretty mad. Not only because I woke them up in the middle of the night but they were also pretty mad that I hurt you like that. My mom said you seemed like such a sweet girl. She was going to try and set you up with one of my cousins.” You could see the jealousy form in his face, “I told her she needs to stop trying to play matchmaker.” You both couldn’t help but giggle. “She also wants us to come back for another dinner so that they can get to know you properly.”, he smiled at the thought.

You pulled his hand onto your lap, “Look Yoongi I’m not saying I’m completely forgiving you right away. That was pretty low of you to do, especially on our anniversary, but I think with some time and lots of hugs and kisses I could forgive and move past this. You’ll have to earn it though.”

“Well I better get started on that forgiveness then shouldn’t I.”, he smirked while pushing you back on the bed peppering you with kisses.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #yoongi fanfic #suga fanfic #yoongi angst #bts imagines #suga

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xxtaneria · 2 months

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𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 | marc guiu

summary: marc promised to be her friend forever.

year: 2017

you were playing with your dolls when you hear your mom call you. "Y/N! come down please, my friend and her son is coming over." she says.

you feel a jolt of excitement when you hear that your mom's friend has a son. you put down down the doll and go down the stairs.

"so, when is this boy gonna get here, mama?" you ask her, with excitement.

"they're going to be here right... now." she responded, then you hear a car parking.at the moment, your excitement is through the roof. as the door opens, you see a boy who's around your age and your mother's friend.

she and her hug and you smile.

then you turn your attention towards the boy.

"okay. Marc, go up to y/n's room and maybe you can even be friends!" the boy's mom says.

you look at the boy again and next thing, you two were sitting on your bed.

"uhm.. so my name is y/n, I like f/c (fav color), and.. that's it." you weren't used to this feeling.

"cool. I'm Marc. Marc Guiu. I like football.. and uhh, I like blue.." he was awkward as you were.

the atmosphere was.. filled with awkwardness.

"so, do you like football?" Marc asks.

"yes. I play it in my free time." you reply.

marc began to smile.

"that's very cool. so, do you like messi?" you ask him.

"yeah! he's my idol." Marc replied.

next thing you found yourself having a 20 minute conversation between you and Marc.

"no way! you know how to board?" Marc asks excited.

"yep!" you reply.

then an idea perked up in your head.

"wait Marc, I have a suprise for you!" you tell him.

Marc was very interested now.

"but you have to close your eyes!"

"why?" Marc asks.

"because it's a suprise, silly!"

Marc did what you told him to and you looked around and about in your drawer. you take out a sun and moon friendship bracelet and keep it I your hands.

"ok, you can open them now!" you say.

Marc opens his eyes and looks happily at the bracelets.

"woah y/n.. did you make these?"

"yep! and this one's for you." you squeal, giving him the sun bracelet.

marc puts it on and admires it.

"ok Marc. no matter what happens, you have to promise that we'll be friends forever, to infinity and beyond." you sigh, seriously.

"I promise y/n. friends, forever." Marc looks up at you, and you two pinky promise on it.

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year: 2022

marc: 16

y/n: 15

you and Marc have been friends for about 3 years now. you got a text from Marc saying he wanted to meet with you.

and of course you couldn't say no so, you went to him and your's favorite spot.

you find Marc sitting on a bench, looking at his phone. in a rush, you speed towards that bench and look at your friend, who stared up at you.

"you wanted to talk?" you ask him.

Marc had a serious expression.

"y/n we need to talk." Marc says, standing up.

"what's up I'm listening." you reply, putting your hand on you hip.

Marc takes a deep breath before continuing.

"you know my girlfriend, Ona?" he asks.

"yeah. what about her?"

"she.. doesn't want me to be friends with you anymore." he says, a lot of guilt and sadness.

"huh?? I'm not understanding you??" you reply shocked.

"ona doesn't want me to see you again. she's afraid that I'll cheat on her and.. vice versa.."

you felt the need to cry right now. when you thought it could not get any worse, Marc took off the friendship bracelet you gave him in 2017.

he takes your hand, puts in the bracelet, and shoves your hand to your chest. Marc had tears in his eyes.

as much as he didn't want to, he had to.

"im sorry." he finished, before walking off.

when Marc was out of sight, you fell to the ground, crying.

your friend of 3 years had just unfriended you, just like that.

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year: 2024

marc: 18

y/n: 18

you were walking back home, happily as Barça won the match. you then hear someone calling your name.

he sounded familiar.

a boy with fluffy, brunette hair and piercings runs up to you.

wait a second, fluffy hair?

that reminded you of someone, but you don't know who. he caught up to you, huffing and puffing.

"uhm.. do I know you?" you ask hastily.

"yeah, it's me." the boy stands up, and he looked familiar.

"hold the fuck up.. Marc? Is that you..?" you ask, shocked.

"yep."

you two stare at eachother's before Marc speaks again.

"look y/n, I'm sorry about what happened 2 years ago. I know I broke our promise, and I felt like a dick after that. I should have never broke ties with you and just didn't listen to Ona. The point is, I missed you." Marc says.

you begin to tear up and you hug him.

the hug was a bit long, but you didn't care, all you wanted was Marc. and what Marc didn't know is that, you liked him.

you two pull apart, then begin to blush.

"I missed you too." you say, before leaning in slowly, and placed you lips on his.

you had finally shown your feelings after 2 years of not talking.

Marc ran his fingers through your hair and you did the same with him.

you two pull apart, blushing.

you then get a jolt of anxiety.

"wait.. what about Ona?" you ask him.

"dont worry. I broke up with Ona last year. So it's really no trouble at all." Marc laughs.

and you laugh along with him.

"good. never even liked Ona to begin with. so good riddance." you smirk at him.

"neither did I y/n. neither, did, I." he replies, and you two kiss yet again.

#football #football memes #marc guiu #marc guiu x reader #fc barcelona #fcb

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yngjwonluvr · 24 days

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𝗨𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗𝗟𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦 // ʏᴀɴɢ ᴊᴜɴɢᴡᴏɴ

pairing: non-idol! jungwon x fem! reader

genre: smau, fluff, enemies to lovers

warnings: swearings, mention of humiliation, goofy jungwon

wordcount: 868 not proofread

author's note: Happy Sunday, y'all! Got nothing to do so I made this. I know it's boring ++I'm not good at writing but still did my best. Hope you guys like it!

synopsis: In the competitive world of business, longstanding rivals Jungwon and (oc) are forced into an uneasy partnership when their families orchestrate a merger to save their companies and make a stronger bond. Complicating matters further, they find themselves bound by an arranged marriage. They have to face their rivalry and determine whether there is true love between them or if their marriage is doomed to fail as they work through the difficulties of combining their personal and professional lives.

“What?!?! But dad-” I was about to make an excuse about the information that I just heard when my dad cut me off, saying “You can’t say no, dear; you already signed the partnership contract.” He said, making me sigh. “But I didn’t know that it was going to be him who would be my partner for this project.” I reasoned it out. “But dear, a contract is a contract. No more excuses, okay? Whether you like it or not, you’ll work with him.”

I nodded and left my dad’s office, feeling defeated by the fact that I had to work with my longtime enemy, who’s known for his looks, intelligence, and wealth. I guess you already know him….yes! The one and only YANG JUNGWON. He’s the son of my father’s friend. But Dad and Uncle being the best of friends doesn’t make me close to Jungwon. Instead, annoyance and anger took over. Why? Because he rejected me harshly and freaking embarrassed me 3 years ago at their house party when I told him that I liked him, and he answered, saying, "I don't like spoiled brats," and started laughing with his friends. And from that day on, I started hating him to the point that seeing his face made me want to break his bones.

‘Aish, I’m stressing myself more just by thinking of him.’ My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my secretary call my name. “Yes, Lia? Do I have a meeting later?” I asked. “Oh, no, Miss Yn. Your mom just wanted me to tell you that you guys are going to have a family dinner at the Yang's residence later at 7 pm,” she stated, which made me roll my eyes. “Aish, again? Alright, I’ll take note of that. Thanks for telling me.” She smiled and bowed before leaving as I went to my office to continue the work that I had left when my dad called me to his office.

“I bet the partnership will be our topic tonight,” I sigh.

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I flinched when I heard my phone ringing. I groaned before answering the call without looking at the caller’s ID. “Hello?” I started. “Oh, Yn dear, are you still planning to attend our family dinner tonight?” the person on the other line sweetly asked, which made my eyes widen. It’s Jungwon’s mother. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry auntie, I must’ve fallen asleep while doing my work and didn’t notice the time,” I explained. "It's okay, dear. Take your time. We are not rushing you," she assured. "Okay, Auntie, I'll just pack my things and call Dad to fetch me." I said, "No need, dear. Take your time; I already sent someone to fetch you there since your parents are here already." Auntie said. “Okay, Auntie, I'll be leaving now,” I said, informing her that I needed to go. “Alright. Take care, dear. Bye,” she hung up, as I left my office and went to the parking lot.

I was peacefully walking in the parking lot while using my phone when something hit me—a candy wrapper. “Oopss,” my eyes automatically shut, and I felt like it rolled back inside my head. “What the heck are you doing here, Yang Jungwon? ”I turn around and see him grinning so widely that my blood boils in irritation. “What's with the full name, Missy? And chill, am I not allowed to see my lovely business partner? "He answered with a smirk while leaning on his car hood. Hearing his last two words pissed me more. "I am not working with an arrogant man, like you." He chuckled and played the lollipop in his mouth. He took the lollipop out of his mouth and offered it to me. "Do you want to have a taste?" he asked. "Yuck," I said, turning my back on him as I started walking away. "Hm, planning to ditch the dinner? "Jungwon asked. "Nah, not this time," I answered as I continued walking.

"Then should we go? "He asked, which made me stop walking and turn to face him again. "What did you say? 'I asked, wanting him to repeat what he said to make sure that I heard it right. "I said, if we should go already?" he repeated while walking towards me. "Huh? What do you mean, "if we should go? Yang, "I asked confusedly, "Oh, mom didn't tell you? "Tell me what? "I asked back. "Tell you that she asked me to fetch you." Jungwon answered my question with a smirk, holding my hand as he started pulling me towards his car. "What??? But why him, Untieeeee?" I whine while trying to escape from his grip as he laughs. "Yah, let's go; it's already 6:40," he said. "I know, and I don't want to go with you, Yang," I protest. "But you don't have a choice," he said while opening the passenger seat door. He made me sit there and go to the driver's seat. "Plus, we're going to be late. My wife doesn't like being late, right?" he added while giggling as he started driving.

‘Right, business partners also mean you are in a fixed marriage.’

#enhypen #enhypen smau #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen jungwon #yang jungwon #jungwon smau #jungwon imagines #jungwon x reader #jungwon x y/n #jungwon fluff #jungwon scenarios

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unspokenlly · 1 year

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IDOL AU! (Oshi No Ko AU) - Twisted Wonderland x Reader (Part 1)

(this post was inspired by @merakiui 's idol!darling au!)

[ reader is female ]

i'm not sure if anyone has heard of this manga (soon to be anime), but it's called Oshi No Ko! it involves an idol named Ai Hoshino who is a talented and beautiful idol (with starry eyes). however, she struggles with love as she herself has never loved nor has been 'loved' (this isn't a spoiler as it had been shown in the sypnosis before, but she was also pregnant with twins at the age of 16). she also says that a 'lie' or lying is a form of love as well which bring the thought of..

Idol! darling who is like Ai Hoshino. she is an exceptional idol who catches the hearts of many, alluring many with her eyes. however, she struggles to actually love despite saying she loves her fans. she dreams of wanting to love and wants her happiness to be true. imagine, twst cast getting their hearts captured by her charismatic self, but there are those who are also wary of her once they come to know that she has a (lot of) secret(s)..

i imagine a lot of twst cast would discover her secret but i'll just narrow it down to a few characters for now and give my two cents about them!

characters involved: azul, idia, vil, mentions of rook, riddle, cater, floyd, jade

warning: themes of yandere, teenage pregnancy, blackmail, stalkerish behaviours.

azul, who discovers there was something about her and the way she brings herself up. she was definitely talented. a beauty. someone who would be a great asset to future investments and businesses.. but what's this? he discovers that she's not what she seems to be? she's an idol made up of lies. who wears a mask of a perfect idol, to become the embodiment of pure? and a mother too? to twins? how very interesting! once azul discovers this and uses it against idol!darling, he thought he'd be able to use it as a means to pull her into a contract (blackmail) but instead, she smiles?

"Oh, that's quite troublesome! Hehe, I guess you discovered that part of me, huh? Well.. yes, lying is morally and socially unacceptable but.." The way her eyes stared right into his, irises that twinkled like the stars above and orbs drawn like a glyph.. "In the eyes of many, idols are creatures who shine as bright as the cosmos, who love and are loved…" Oh, sevens.

".. And I am an idol. Lying is a form of love too. An idol like me who's at the very top will keep on lying again and again so I can keep everyone from the stage happy!" Azul unknowingly gulped a bile from his throat, watching the idol who shined as if she was on the stage performing in front of him.

"Still though.. For you to discover that I'm actually a mother… It's kinda depressing that the secret is out of the bag, but… no matter what, I'll still do whatever it takes to continue being an idol! I still haven't achieved my dream of being happy.. I'm quite greedy, after all."

And he was completely entranced. a victim to a siren's calls, except this one was made up of lies.

for idia, i imagine the aspect he liked about her was her eyes the most. her cute disposition and how refreshing her personality was. even though she was a bit childish, there was something about her that was not at all childish. so when he found out she wasn't actually what she seemed to be, he thought he was gonna be repulsed by her 'fakeass' but it turns out he found himself falling for her more. like a character from a tragedy-tagged story, there was so much depth to her that he was just itching to find.

idia was a genius. he can use any means to find her secrets. hacking into streets cameras to stalk her, finding out so many things about her that even fans wouldnt know but most of all… her biggest secret. for now though, he was satisfied. he had bought several merchandise of her to her lightsticks, mugs and even standee and perhaps, for now those were enough to keep him occupied of his growing love for her.

there was something about idol!darling that vil found himself suspicious about… he was in the shooting of a film, and there was darling who was casted as a side character for the movie. at first, he admits she was beautiful, even more so than the main protagonist of the film. so when he approached her out of pure curiousity and because of the memories of a certain hunter practically raving about an idol who caught his eye, he wasnt suprised (yet mildly disappointed) to find out that despite her beauty, her personality was unpolished. she spoke with no professionalism whatsoever. a bumpkin like epel.

however, she was a joyful one who always had a smile on. but that wasn't the biggest aspect of her whole person. she was like a present. waiting to be unwrapped to reveal what's inside. he felt that she had layers on her that she hid, but he didnt mind. idols, celebrities, the showbiz industry was like that after all. however, idol!darling was someone who shone with those layers. layers of appealing gift wrapping. and vil wondered if those lovely, hidden truths of hers will show what she truly is one day. would she still be shining like a star? as lovely as what everyone makes her out to be?

it's questions like those that left vil pondering if this were the thoughts that ran through rook's head as he sang poems and verses about the 'idol who was the reincarnation of the first star', never missing a concert or event that involved her. he wanted to scoff at himself, and perhaps blame rook for talking his ear off about this bumpkin of an idol. but who could blame vil when idol!darling is just so lovely.

riddle who became interested in idol!darling after he saw a few of his dormmates doing those strange dances to a video of an idol on-screen who was singing. after telling his dormmates off, he became curious at this idol with stars in her eyes rather than her music and performance. no, it was her own self that he became curious about. the following days after watching several videos about her and listening to her music, he started humming her songs while reviewing or stare long at his phone while wearing a set of earphones while he was sitting in the courtyard… alone, he thought until cater discovers him. cater, who had become a fan of idol!darling for a long time and had bought tickets for her upcoming concert.

cater, who discovered the cute idol from his recommendations as his playlist was playing high-streamed music. who became fond of her for her appearances in entertainment shows or live audience games. her 'charming' personality that captured his heart. he would invite riddle and trey to the concert as he won an extra set of tickets for himself and his club members!

floyd and jade, who fell in love with her at first sight for her, well, everything! ever since they discovered her and came to know more about her thru those concerts they attend and videos they stream and watch,...there was something about her that they just oh so want to pick apart, but couldn't! her declarations of love always left a stuffy feeling in their heart.. in a dark, twisted, way. why, she is just so, so, lovely.. they never missed a show! never. even if it meant making a deal with azul for work. but nowadays, it seems they didnt even have to do so for azul would go with them to those events!

THIS TOOK ME ABOUT 3 HRS TO MAKE INCLUDING THE HEADERS AND BANNERS, THIS HAD BEEN IN MY HEAD EVER SINCE OSHI NO KO TRAILER CAME OUT and because the song 'Idol' by Yoasobi had come out (unofficially in Youtube). if you guys have any thoughts about this, feel free to send an Ask!

this is just part 1 of the au.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #idia shroud x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt x reader #cater diamond x reader #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #idol au!twst #oshi no ko!?au #enlly brainrot #enlly in twst

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deathlieteez · 7 months

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to be his, chapter 1. the night we met

woosan + yunho x reader

♡ to be his series' masterlist ♡

chapter 1. the night we met: as you remember the night you met wooyoung with a drink in your hand and the certainty that he was cheating on you, someone appears in front of you with the intention of making your night a lot more interesting.

pairing: wooyoung x fembod!reader

appears: wooyoung as ur boyfriend + san as yeosang's friend + yeosang as ur and wooyo friend

genre: angst, a bit of comfort, romance. college au.

warning: alcohol, cheating. tbh the first one is softttt there's anything to worry about (just give me some time)

word count: 3.8k

intentional use of lowercase letter

english is not my mother tongue

it is not meant to be representative of jeong yunho's personality or any ateez or another groups' idols who appeared ♡

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kim hyunseo was the most stunning girl you had ever seen in your life. she had endless legs, a tiny waist, and tits that you weren't sure were physically possible in such a slim body. she was also gorgeous, and to top it off, was smart and friendly, with those big brown eyes that gave you a warm welcome every time she saw you coming, as if she was really happy to see you. and as if that weren't enough, she came from a wealthy family, but she was a self-made woman who had paid her own way through school and was now working as a lawyer in the same fucking super popular, expensive and prestigious law firm as your boyfriend. and you? well, you worked part-time at a convenience store near your college, which was arts. a nice vocation, sure, but not like you had many job opportunities, to be honest. you hated to admit that felt in constant competition with her, mostly because she was better than you at everything and crushed your confidence to the ground. you couldn't even stand to hear her name, which sucked because your dearest boyfriend had it in his fucking mouth all fucking day.

hyunnie this, hyunnie that, hyunnie, hyunnie, hyunnie. fuck you, hyunnie.

well, wished you could at least hate her, but there wasn't even the slightest hint of rejection towards her in you, not when she was always so overly nice to you.

every time wooyoung had a dinner or company party, that girl made sure to stay by your side all night because she knew your boyfriend too well and he had a tendency to over socialize, over drink and over give himself into the night. she sent you lovely messages on your birthday and even invited you to the mall a couple of times to go shopping together. how could you compete with such white teeth, warm heart and a face that looked like it had just come out of vogue?

you didn't know when the two of them had become friends, only that one day her name appeared five times in the same minute on the screen of his phone, he smiled and you had to ask who she was. you're going to love her. she's incredible.

oh, damn great. so a hottie from his internship is amazing and you are going to love her.

how could it have been two years since that moment? no idea either, but somehow wooyoung had managed to convince you: hyunseo was nothing to worry about because they were just friends and all the closeness and connection they seemed to share was a product of a beautiful friendship.

well, you had agreed to take it, so now you had nothing to complain about. because you didn't want to be a toxic girlfriend and scare away the fucking love of your life. because you loved jung wooyoung since you first met him.

the funny thing is, you met him at a time in your life when the only thing you liked was kang yeosang. your biggest crush ever and your neighbor. it's not that you were a weirdo who used to spy on her neighbor through the window, it's that you were a teenager who spent most of her life studying and in music bands. what about your friends? pretty much the same. thinking that there was no guy in the world who could surpass your favorite artist, and that guys in high school are naturally assholes, you had no choice but to become obsessed with kang yeosang.

he was perfect, from head to toe. the ideal main character for the stories you made up in your head just before you went to sleep, and which were the most interesting things that happened in your life as a perfectly good student. and it was a little frustrating, but fine. you didn't want to get involved with anyone, just to have a good future, where you wouldn't have to depend on anyone but yourself, and could enjoy all the things you loved so much, and which at that moment you had neither money nor time to see or do.

however, everything changed the last summer before you left for college.

maybe it was your hormones or that you had been consuming too many teen movies from the late nineties and the twenties, but your head was torturing you with all the things you had probably missed out on during your teenage years. the concept that study to earn a future was serious and clear, but college was on another fucking level. and if it wasn't at that time when you were living all those things that were so wrong, when would you do them?

parties, sex, alcohol, friends, drugs? well, maybe not drugs but definitely sex sounded great. and it looked even better. that's what you thought when you saw kang yeosang as you contemplated all your life decisions sitting in your window frame. yeosang, who was already in his first year at the art college you yourself were eager to attend - maybe a little influenced by the idea that he would be there - was walking out the side kitchen window of his house, which faced yours.

all those ideas that lately distracted you from studying for your last exam before graduating hit again, and almost drowned in the desire to go with him. so much that you considered stopping him in one fucking hop and force him to take you wherever he went - that, in fact, looked like he shouldn't be. but, making use of your worked mettle and control, instead of your whole body you opted to throw a little ball of paper at him.

"yeo!" it was a whisper, but a loud whisper. something useless to not to disturb the sleeping people, but enough to get his attention.

your relationship with yeosang was, to say something, plain. you were neighbors and he knew you existed, but that's where it ended. considering your quiet life, it was already a success that he would greet you in the street when passed by. but yeosang spent the whole last year at the university and you hardly saw him anymore, so the "relationship" you had was even more non-existent. and that led you to two conclusions: first, that it sucked; second, that you had almost nothing to lose. if he turned you down and made a fool of yourself, you wouldn't have to see him. wouldn't be practically neighbors and the university was too big… could even consider going to another one. but if you succeeded, fuck, would have fulfilled all your frustrated teenage desires at once.

the boy, somewhat lost for the sudden attack, searched for the reason for a moment until he found your figure sticking almost completely out of the window. the confusion could be read on his face even from your distance "what are u doing?" he asked.

"where're u going?" you return another question and he places both hands at his sides.

"i'm trying to do it quietly" he said, a little annoyed because the whispers weren't exactly sneaky. you bit your bottom lip, suddenly a little more nervous than before.

"lemme go with u" you ask, and can see perfectly how his eyes widen. yeosang never thought that you, the girl who watched everything quietly from afar and with a simple, boring but friendly smile, would want to slip away from home with him. what's more, from the way you looked, with giant horn-rimmed glasses and your hair in a messy bun, he'd say you were studying, even though it was saturday night.

the most obvious thing to do would be to laugh at you and leave, but yeosang came as close as he could to your window, climbing the short distance between your room and the ground thanks to a wooden panel that you used so that a climbing vine of pink flowers could reach your window. the surprise was huge, but you weren't going to complain because you heard the slats creaking. the fucking kang yeosang was climbing up to your window dressed in a black leather jacket and freshly dyed jet black. you were the fucking main character of a teen movie from the nineties.

"planning to come like this?" that time the voice was really low, but in your head it sounded almost like he was shouting at you. yeosang was inches away from your face, and you'd swear it was impossible but in the dim light of your lamp, he was even more handsome.

you denied softly, suddenly unable to utter a word as embarrassment drained you. your cheeks showed it, turning a cherry color that made yeosang laugh. when you saw his eyes sparkle, with a cute, shy smile filling his pale face with life, you almost fell on your ass, screaming and puking with excitement. all at once. you could have died from the raging tachycardia that such an angelic image was giving you.

"get dressed and i'll take you with me. i'll wait outside." had to shake your head to clear your mind of the thought of yeosang pushing you into your room, abandoning his intention of partying to devour you, so were able to react as you watched him climb away, careful not to break a leg for the foolish thing he just did.

he himself was a little embarrassed when realized the oddity of the impulse that followed as he climbed up the wooden planks to get a closer look at you. although he had to admit, he found you much more beautiful. no longer looked like a child, which was normal since you were no longer a little girl.

after allowing yourself to panic for a few seconds, for acting brave when you weren't, and for what had just happened, you pulled yourself together and did the best job possible with your outfit from that night, which must not have been that great because you don't even remember it, or maybe there were too many big things going on that night for you to remember that detail. when you were done, thought about imitating him; firstlooked out the window once more to find him down there tapping away on the phone. of course he was very attractive and double of course you wanted to look cool, but weren't stupid either, at least not enough to not break a bone for a guy. so you went down the stairs of your house as quietly as you could and met him under your window.

"how did you…?"

"used the door, yeosang."

he laughed again. probably because you used a sarcastic tone that made him feel a little dumb for the obvious, but you made him laugh for the second time in less than half an hour. it was quite an impressive feat, given that after years of being neighbors, the most you had ever said to him was thank you for opening the trash lid for me.

once in his car - because yes, even got to see him drive - he told you that he was going to, well, you both were going to a party thrown by a college friend of his, yunho or something like that. you were really nervous about showing up at a party with him, who was so amazing and unattainable, and suddenly meeting his college friends when barely knew yeosang himself, but that night had decided to play all your cards.

so, there you were, trying hard to make him laugh again, because his round cheeks and the sound of his laugh were the most beautiful and exciting thing you had ever experienced, not knowing that you were failing miserably and that he was just laughing at your absurd attempt, although he would let you know it a year later when you met him at the open day of your college's clubs. the curious thing is, even though he reminded you of the big fat crush you had on him, it was his way of reaching out to you again, just his way of really befriending you - probably because you were already more than over him thanks to wooyoung, but that's not the point.

without getting ahead of events, that night you gave your best performance in front of yeosang, and seemed like it was going wonderfully well until he left you in the charge of another friend of his, who was soon busy with that yunho guy hosting the party, to meet another girl. it was really too obvious, wasn't it? but you had reasons to feel that things were going well.

just imagine. all dolled up, gorgeous and confident - even yeo even admitted that you had grown up a lot, and looked very pretty that night - sitting in the passenger seat of yeosang's shabby old kia, as if you were cinderella in the pumpkin with your prince charming. yeo was everything anyone could dream of in a man: handsome, athletic, polite, intelligent. he even opened the fucking door for you and held your hand to help you get out of the car. if you didn't know he was exactly that way with everyone, you'd swear he was trying to impress you. even though you were already more than sunk in everything this guy could offer.

anyways, he wasn't into you at all. he thought you were cute and kind, but weren't his target that night. all his attention was focused on that other girl, of course gorgeous and totally out of any league except for yeosang, who also seemed very happy to see him. so you sat on one of the sofas in the house, bitter and alone, watching from below as those two guys talked and laughed with each other to try to distract you from the image of yeosang with this girl. even started to zone out, that's probably why you couldn't realize a shockingly handsome guy approaching your side.

"soooo you're the little weirdo who lives next to my best friend?" those were the first words wooyoung said to you.

okay, maybe you didn't like him from the very very first time you met him. in fact, you looked at him all pissed of, with a kind of funny but certainly disgusting smirk in your face, almost as if looking at the worst person in all of korea, but he didn't wipe that cocky smile off his face and sat down next to you, dropping all of his weight onto the couch at once.

"the fuck did u say?" you were too frustrated and shameless to shut up or cry with grief, so didn't hide how much of an idiot you thought he was. however, neither short nor lazy, wooyoung laughed loud and openly, putting an arm over your shoulders and pointing his finger at yeosang.

"aren't you his neighbor?" you nodded without wiping the uncomfortable grin from your cheeks, "then there's no doubt."

"'bout what?" cocking a eyebrow, crossed your arms in chest.

"u're the weirdo" he responded obviously.

"dude, u must be such an asshole to think u can say that to just anyone."

"don't get me wrong hun. just saw you here alone and wanted to say hello".

"okay, hello you asshole" wooyoung laughed at you again, "also, a weirdo? what's that for?"

"what would you call your snooping neighbor who keeps drooling over your bones?"

"yeosang said that!?" panic colored your face and ears red, but he denied it amusedly.

"of course not, yeo is too kind to call you that. the weirdo thing is my own creation."

"oh my god" you whine, he hummed in a big smile.

"not that bad. he said u were cute though."

"yeah, a cute creepy stalker" you thought aloud, putting both hands to your face, "god, go away. i need to be alone so i can drown in my own shame and u're annoying me"

"come on, u should try to be more gentle. i'm being friendly."

"no, you're not" replied, and you don't know it, but you were really funny to wooyoung, who barely hear you because your hands were shocking your words almost completely.

"yes! listen, just wanna help you out. stop watching him from distance. he's already fucked up with her" wooyoung slowly removed the hands from your face and almost didn't have time to look at his face, which was really close, because you followed the direction his index finger was pointing to you.

yeosang had already managed to get the girl within the same inches of him as when he climbed up to your window. you weren't the main character of any fucking movie, you were stupid to actually think that yeosang could notice his neighbor, who was just a some sort of cute stalker weirdo to him.

"oh, thanks for helping me feel like shit. i can see how friendly u are" turned your face sharply, suddenly noticing how close you and wooyoung were standing. almost on impulse and with an even more annoyed grimace, you flinch to find a spot where you don't have to share oxygen with him.

"stop getting me wrong, pretty! i'm saying you should, no, must focus your attention on someone more… open and at least as handsome as him" you sharpen your offended gaze at him, checking to see if there's even a hint of embarrassment on his face. he raised both eyebrows several times and held out his hand to you "jung wooyoung".

you were about to leave. figured it wasn't worth making a fool of yourself any longer, and that if you hurried, could order a cab without spending every last penny of your already empty wallet. but there was something about the boy's arrogant smile that caught your attention. so when you finally lend your hand, he took it carefully, and from the look on his face you could tell that he was a little surprised about you playing along. at least that's how you remember it. wooyoung assures you every time you both remember that night that he played it safe.

"pretty name, just as her owner" he mumbled without letting go of your grip, and then, as if a light bulb went on in your head - like his flirty ass wasn't being crystal clear about his intentions -, you could read what his eyes and, in fact, his entire body language were trying to say.

"are u flirting with me?" he let out a small chuckle and nodded, "wasn't i a weirdo?"

he shrugged and kissed the skin of your hand, "so i am".

it was right then and there, when his lips touched your skin for the first time, as if signing the most beautiful promise in the world, that you swore and swore that you began to love him. heart shrank in your chest, even told him yourself that day, late at night at the door of your house, after leaving the party together and spent hours driving around seoul in his car. in the end, it felt like a movie, and from then on, you spent your days loving wooyoung with purpose. although you might have lost a little bit of yourself along the way.

that's probably the reason why, two years later, you're absolutely sure that wooyoung fooled you so he could take hyunseo and her friends out alone, pushing you to a fucking university party with yeosang, whom you had lost an hour and a half ago, and instead of going to where that motherfucker is, kicking his ass and taking away the key to your apartment, you remain sitting in the same chair where you read the message - picture included - in which hyunseo confirmed that he wasn't answering you, because he was partying with her. it was almost hilarious that the first thing that came to your mind was that damned night when wooyoung had all his attention focused only on you, and made you feel really alive for the first time.

felt a horrible urge to cry, along with a great feeling of sorrow for yourself that were beginning to find familiar. if you weren't going to face it, you should at least try to find yeo and get out of there, but since you're too stupid to look out for yourself, just order two shots of vodka and take them one after the other, but evidently it wasn't enough to drown the pain away, so you order a third one. and you were about to drink it, when a hand touches your shoulder, causing you to turn your face to meet the one to blame for you not continuing your task of forgetting your sorrow with alcohol.

"long time no see!" it was a tall boy, black hair covering his forehead and eyes practically closed as he gave you a big smile. your face remained almost blank, in an nearly unconscious attempt not to give free rein to your tears "don't remember me?" you denied, he laughed "i'm san. we met about, what, two years ago? you were with yeosang, kang yeosang" you looked away for a second, as if the answer was somewhere else in the room, but strangely it worked. what a fucking coincidence, you thought.

"oh, yeah. u were with another guy…" you end up turning your body completely on the stool, which allowed you to be at his height thanks to how high your seat was to face the bar "minho was his name?" another laugh falls from his lips as he denies, taking the free stool next to you and sitting down. now he had the height advantage that belonged to him, and you realized he was a little taller than wooyoung.

"yunho" he reminds and you nod. you took a big breath of air, feeling bad beforehand about what were going to say to him.

"san, right?" he nodded this time "don't wanna be rude, but i'm not in a good time. don't feel like talking" his face went slightly off, biting his lower lip for a couple of seconds before speaking.

"sorry. just saw u here alone and wanted to say hello" as you hear those words leave his lips, closed your eyes slightly as you are overcome with a huge sense of deja vu. however, you focus on the sorrow that seems to reflect his tone of voice.

"it's fine. just not my day."

"maybe i can help? if you focus your attention on something different…. maybe, u'll feel better" you sigh, knowing that there is little you can do about what you are feeling right now, because you have been dealing with similar situations for quite some time now and are aware that right now, you feel like fucking shit.

averting your gaze from san once more, hugging the small glass full of vodka with your hands, you said "doubt there's anything you can do".

"c'mon, i'm sure there's something i can do to cheer you up. a pretty face like yours shouldn't be this sad" you look up at him suddenly, finding a sweet smile on his face.

"are u flirting with me?" you asked, he nodded with a small chuckle and held out his hand to you.

"see, since u didn't recognized me, let's start again. choi san" his grin turned pretty cocky, and shivers flowed down your skin as you give your hand to him too, and telling him your name. at this point, you knew that the deja vu wasn't just a feeling, but san almost made your jaw drop to the floor when he kissed the skin of your hand. nevertheless, san said "enchanted to meet u again".

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this fic had been in my drafts for a long time, but i really wanted to post something about woosan (and my yunho moment is hitting hard, so he must appear) >.< hope you like it a lot and enjoy reading it. all the loveeeee ♡

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hwasdvlly · 6 months

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Spooky Fun | p.seonghwa

☆ summary: it's halloween and the family decides to do something extraordinary.

☆ pairing: seonghwa x fem!reader

☆ genres: romance, fluff, and family

☆ word count: 1k words

☆ warnings/tags: none. established relationship, idol!seonghwa, non-idol!reader, married couple, star wars cosplay, very soft moments

☆ a/n: happy halloween my beautiful readers!

October 31st is the last day of the month and the time for a spooky celebration.

For this year’s costume theme, Seonghwa chose no other than his favorite movie franchise, Star Wars. He had always wanted to be Anakin Skywalker. Now, he wanted to try it out with his three beloveds: you and the little stars Seonghan and Hyeseong.

The oldest child is Park Seonghan. Atinys nicknames him as ‘mini-Seonghwa’ because he looks so identical to his father that it’s uncanny. Seonghan even has a gentle and bright personality with a hint of wittiness, like Seonghwa.

The youngest child, Park Hyeseong, is more of a shy little girl. But underneath her shyness is a lovely angel who is a passionate dancer and enjoys drawing cute animals and nature. Like her mother, she inherited an elegant beauty. Hyeseong is more of a mommy’s girl, but she does consider her appa as her best friend and the hero of her life.

“This is where the fun begins.” Seonghwa checks himself out through a full-length mirror and tries to act all mysterious and lethal. He has on his costume, which is handmade, and his toy lightsaber. Seonghwa will forever be a kid at heart, and he is happy that his dream of Halloween came true.

“I think you’re having too much fun as Anakin.” You walked out of the bathroom. You are Padme Amidala. It’s very appropriate for you and Seonghwa.

He turns and sees you in a pretty olive green dress with a hoodie over your soft curls. Seonghwa grins, “I can’t help it. I wonder what our little stars will look like.” He goes up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. Everything about you is beautiful. He is glad that you are down to do this idea of a celebration. You rest your hands on his chest. You lift your eyes to meet his gorgeous, deep brown orbs. “They’re going to look so cute! I think their uncles will die of cuteness.” You let out a giggle.

Seonghwa smirks, “Hell yeah, they will. Our kids are the best.” He is so prideful and supportive of his little ones that he does sound cocky at times. You snickered and shook your head. “I agree, but please, don’t embarrass them.” As much as you deeply love Seonghwa, he exaggerates almost everything.

“Since we are talking about our little stars, why not see them,” Seonghwa suggested. You beamed and nodded.

The married couple intertwined their fingers to go to their children’s room. Seonghan and Hyeseong share a space because there aren’t a lot of rooms in the house, but they get along together.

“Hannie, Hye. Are you guys ready for Halloween?” You asked the kids.

“Yes, we are!” They answered in unison.

Upon arriving in their room, you and Seonghwa gasped at the sight of Seonghan and Hyeseong. They look so cute!

Seonghan is The Mandalorian. He has artificial berserk armor and a helmet. Hyeseong is Grogu. She has those green protruding ears as a headband, the brown robe, and her hair in twin tails.

“You guys look awesome!” Seonghwa couldn’t help but squeeze the life out of his babies. He bends down and brings them into his comfy arms. You smiled by the door frame at the wholesome moment. Seeing Seonghwa happy with the kids makes you fall in love with him all over again.

The father lets go and takes out his phone from his trousers. “Smile for grandpa, grandma, the uncles, and for us,” Seonghwa tells Seonghan and Hyeseong. The kids posed cutely for the camera, and their dad snapped hundreds of photos.

“Okay, okay, Hwa, that’s enough. We don’t want to be late.” You stopped your husband because he was going overboard. Seonghwa looks through the gallery and squeals. “So cute!! Look, love.” He shows you the little stars. You smiled merrily at their cuteness.

“This is the way.” Seonghan points to the exit of the front door. The Park Family are putting on their shoes and carrying their Halloween buckets.

“Patu!” Hyeseong shouted. Her parents burst out laughing at her adorable imitation.

“Yes, sir.” Seonghwa opened the door for his loved ones, and they began to march outside.

Hyeseong holds your hand as she swings your arm back and forth. Their home isn’t far from the KQ Building, so it’s much easier for Seonghwa to go to work. As they walked on the streets, people noticed them in their Star Wars costumes. It caught everyone’s attention.

Seonghwa also noticed a few Atinys saying ‘hi’ to them. Seonghan politely greeted them, and they happily squealed at the sweet boy.

Once arriving at your husband’s workplace, the employees dress in costumes, and they kindly give the children candy. Hyeseong tries to ask for a sweet treat and not be shy. But for real, who can’t resist an angel?

The party is on the rooftop of the KQ Building. It’s not something Seonghwa and the guys have done before, but since Seonghan and Hyeseong are joining, they want it to be special.

As they reached the top of the level of the place, Seonghwa opened the door for his family. They were welcomed by fun and frightening decorations and the tasty aroma of food. Last but not least, ATEEZ in their costumes.

“Hannie!”

“Hye, my love!”

The seven members approach the little stars for a big bear hug. They even gave them candy because they truly love them.

Hongjoong gathers Hyeseong into his arms and plants a kiss on her plush cheeks. He is her favorite uncle, and he does enjoy being one. Except he spoils the heck out of her. Seonghan doesn’t have a favorite uncle, but he does prefer to be with the 99 liners. Seonghwa doesn’t know if he should be concerned if his son will get influenced by their antics or end up being a little mischievous.

“Nice Star Wars getup.” Jongho commented with a gleeful smile. He and the members are impressed by the family’s efforts to look like the characters.

“Let me guess,” Yunho puts a finger on his lips. “It was Hyung’s idea.” He says without sounding clueless.

You chuckled and nodded. “It was also Hwa’s turn to choose a theme. The kids liked the idea as well.” You look at your husband with love in your eyes.

Seonghwa sees it and puts on a proud expression. His heart was filled with happiness.

#ateez #atiny #ateez fluff #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa ateez #seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa x you #seonghwa x y/n #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x female reader #park seonghwa x y/n #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa imagines #park seonghwa imagines

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houpss · 2 months

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Hey, can I ask you to write about those little moments between Chan and Lily? maybe their daily life?

I love your work so much, it literally makes me shine and realize that Lily makes people happy 😭☺️

🧊–Peiring:Bang Chan x Hwang Lily ¡!✥

This will be more like a headcanon, simply because I love headcanons and some of my own ideas.I'm also preparing their message, which you will see soon.

🧊–return to masterlist ¡! ✥

There are references to sex! Not recommended for reading by persons under a certain age

Chan, who takes care of Lily even if he is far away from her. Evening calls, where they talk for so long and talk about their day, small reminder messages, Lily’s mentions in the bubble about the chan and vice versa.

I think she'll sit on his lap while he works on music. Lily's back is pressed against Chan's strong chest, his big hot hand is on her waist, and the other is typing on the laptop. Chan is much calmer and more pleasant to work when his loved one is next to him.

Lily puts him to bed when he has insomnia. She literally asks the manager at night to take her to the second dorm, because when Chan has insomnia, he becomes so soft and talkative :(((

Chan always checks Lily's bag for documents, water, snacks and pads. If she didn’t take any of this, then he will definitely replenish the supplies, and take the documents and carry them himself. Lily's period is not a common topic, but you always need to prepare.

Chan definitely writes songs about Lily! for example Silent Cry or Connected...

Weekend together and with the boys! the guys are having fun somewhere in front, and Chan and Lily walk behind them, holding hands and watching the guys. Sometimes Lily also fools around and Chan likes it so much

There is a song about Chan in Lily's solo album 😉

Lily really helped Chan fall in love with himself, because she loves him so much! she made him believe that he was loved, wonderful, handsome and that everyone needed him so much.

They fly together to Australia to visit Chan's family! ohhh how they love Lily 🥹 Hannah and Lily text a lot, Lily is so interested in this girl. Chan's parents are so kind to Lily and so respectful of Son's choice. Lily keeps in touch with Chan's mom through messengers! Berry is so cute around them.

Lily once invited Chan to have a wedding in Sydney and BOY WAS SO CONFUSED...after all, they had never thought or talked about the possibility of getting married, it was too early for that)

I think that Lily may well be running and jumping in the corridors of the company, and Chan runs after her and tries to calm her down, but he also laughs out loud because of Lily's antics

Stay ship them so much and do so many edits, works and other things with them, but they don’t even imagine that this is all reality :)))

Neither Chan nor Lily like that the company uses them as a method of promotion, and Lily quarrels a lot with the directors.

About Lily...she threatened the director of the company to allow them to continue "Chan's room". Lily took this with a huge risk, but she knew how Chan and Stay liked “Chan’s room” and Lily achieved her goal! The director is wary of Lily on some occasions.

Chan scolded her then, but was so grateful to her.

And the members tease them so much about relationships! and often parody them, most of all Hyunjin and Minho do this.

Chan knows what to do when Lily has severe anxiety attacks. He wraps her in a soft hug, strokes her hands and tells her different stories, it helps her so much to distract herself. He calls her very gently and helps her not to think or feel.

About Lily's Family...oh, first of all, her father hates her because she's an idol and doesn't talk to him anymore. Secondly, he doesn't know that Lily is in a Relationship with Chan. Lily's mother secretly supports her daughter and even attended the Stray kids concert in Seoul in 2023. Lily cried so much then :(((Chan knows Lily’s mother! and she blessed their relationship, which is very important.

HE LOVES HER BOOBS, JUST ACCEPT IT.

About sex

Chan is quite soft, but he is clearly a dom! but there were literally several times when Lily took that leading position

I think he likes soft sex in the morning, filled with praise and vanilla talk.

Soft sex after a hard day and hard, teasing sex when Chan wants Lily to beg and whine

As for oral fixation, they have it equally. They both love it and give it to each other whenever they want.

Lily can also dominate when she just wants to.

He teases Lily even outside the house.

Their favorite position: Lily lying on her back on the mattress (their favorite place is the bed), Lily's legs wrapped around the vat's hips as he thrusts into her.

Sometimes! possible games with vibrators or hyperstimulation.

perhaps (!) he will forbid her to cum, he is so pleased when she begs and whines.

I think Chan is very loud in bed and Lily has soft moans but whines a lot when she gets too horny.

#stray kids headcanons #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #lily skz #skz 9th member #stray kids 9th member #kpop female member #stray kids smut #stray kids female addition #stray kids female member #stray kids female oc #bang chan smut #bang chan #dom!bang chan #skz female member #skz female addition #skz headcanons #skz x reader

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staytheword · 1 year

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a kiss at midnight

a kiss at midnight — one shot [ general masterlist ]

this series (and this blog) are 18+ !! minors, please do not interact!!

• changbin x female reader; felix, jisung and hyujin are also featured. (felix and jisung are sunshine twins and mc's cousins)

• non idol au, strangers to lovers. new years themed! a basic plot, just an excuse for some changbin smut. :) a lot of drinking, explicit language, explicit smut.

• smut warnings (spoilers ahead) — dom!changbin, sub!mc, slight degrading, use of pet names (slut, baby), handjob, cockwarming, oral sex, deepthroating, throat fucking, unprotected sex, public sex, agrexophilia.

• word count: 8.5k

Your cousins, Felix and Jisung, organized a big party for New Year's Eve. There, you meet someone new, and the attraction is instantaneous. You planned on drinking, eating, and dancing all night — it now looks like you'll be flirting, too.

• author’s note: I wanted to post this yesterday, but... there was a power outage and I couldn't :( I guess it's still relevant today, though, right? There is not much plot in this, I'm sorry! It was just for fun, to laugh, to enjoy some Bin. I hope you will like it ♡ Happy New Year everyone!!

The automated voice of your GPS announces you’ve reached your destination. You step on the breaks and frown at the screen of your phone, attached to the dashboard. No, this can’t be it. You’re at a cul de sac. There is no house here. No other cars. Just trees and snow and an empty road. This can’t be your destination.

“Fuck’s sake, fuck me,” you hiss between your teeth.

You try to enter the address you’ve been given away, but it gives no new results. Apparently you are there. Did Jisung give you the wrong address? You wouldn’t put it past him. You sigh deeply, rubbing your temples. What are you supposed to do now? The roads are a little icy, it’s getting dark, and you have no desire to drive around in the middle of nowhere trying to find this mysterious house.

You take your phone from the holder and call your cousin. After a few rings, a familiar voice answers - it’s not Jisung, but Felix. Nothing out of the ordinary.

“Hey, where are you?”

“In the middle of fucking nowhere!” you cry out. “Are you sure Ji gave me the right address?”

“Didn’t he tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“The GPS will only take you so far. He didn’t say anything about turning right and following the side road?”

You sigh deeply, pushing two fingers against your upper nose. In your ear, Felix lets out a chuckle.

“I guess he didn’t,” he says. “Ok, listen.”

He gives you a few more directions, which you try your best to remember, and you tell him you’ll be there in a few minutes - and if you’re not, that he calls you back because you’ve probably gotten lost in the woods.

You put down your phone and accelerate slowly, making your way through the woods. The side road is mostly clear of snow, luckily, and when you spot a lighted house in between the trees, you sigh in relief. A few cars are parked there, and you can hear faint music coming from inside.

Once you’re parked, you grab your bags from the trunk and make your way to the front door. The place is bigger than you imagined, looking modern and expensive. It’s apparently the home of a friend of Felix’s who is away on vacation for the winter and agreed that Lix hosted his party there. The whole thing had been Jisung’s idea, who wanted to make this New Year particularly memorable after a difficult year. He wanted all his friends in one place, and of course Felix had to make it dramatic and host a party of more than twenty people in a house that isn’t even his.

Jisung and Felix, your cousins, are also twins. You grew up together. Your mother raised you on her own, had to work a lot, and so she ended up entrusting her sister to watch over you. This resulted in you spending way too much time with your cousins, the incarnations of chaos.

A few seconds after you knock the door opens on Jisung, and he opens his arms wide for a hug but instead you gently slap the back of his head.

“Oi, what the hell?!” he whines.

“Forgot to tell me about the side road,” you say, still pulling him into an affectionate hug.

“Oh, right… Sorry about that,” he chuckles.

“I nearly got lost in the woods,” you cry out dramatically. “I could’ve frozen to death. I could’ve been eaten by a bear.”

As Jisung continues to apologize, you keep doubling down on the worst possible scenarios that could have happened. It’s certainly one aspect of your character that developed by hanging out with Jisung and Felix - a flair for the dramatic.

A few people have already arrived for the party. Some of them you know, some you don’t - Jisung makes sure to introduce you and tells you where to put your bags. The house is big, but not that big, and all of you will have to share the different rooms with a few others. You don’t mind, it’s just for one night, and you’ve had enough sleepovers with your cousins to be comfortable sleeping in the same room as them. That’s if all of you even make it to the rooms - you can already bet people will be falling asleep all over the house in the early hours of the morning.

You meet Felix in the kitchen, giving him a tight hug, admiring the blue highlights he’s had made in his dark hair, and start to help him get some food ready.

On the speakers is a dynamic playlist, and you hum to the music, cutting pieces of smoked salmon to make rolls. Felix dances with you, his booming laugh filling your chest with warmth.

A few more guests come in, a few passing in the kitchen, which you welcome with broad grins. As you are putting colorful cupcakes on a platter, the door opens and a familiar voice reaches your ears. You’d recognize that shrill laugh anywhere. You glare at Felix, who is carefully avoiding your gaze.

“You invited Daki?!” you hiss, squinting your eyes.

Felix pinches his lips, trying to hold off laughter. “She invited herself, you know how she is. Besides she’s also our cousin, it would’ve been awkward to say no.”

“She’s not my cousin. You’re just too nice,” you groan. “I’m not going to be.”

“Don’t be petty.”

“Felix, she’s been mad at me ever since Hyunjin chose me to be a part of his team for that board game. And we were eight years old. I’m not petty, she is.”

You exchange a knowing look, Felix letting out a sigh.

“Speaking of Hyunjin, is he coming?” you ask.

“Yes, but later,” Felix tells you. “After he gets off work.”

“Fashionably late, as always.”

Hyunjin was your cousin’s neighbor when you were young, and he ended up spending a lot of time with you. So did Daki, for that matter. She was Jisung and Felix’s cousin from their father’s side, and your nemesis since that fateful board game many years ago. She had a crush on Hyunjin at the time - well, she still does - and when he had chosen you to be his partner instead of hers, she had looked at you like it was your fault. You still remember her telling you, some time later, that you did it to steal him away from her.

You had laughed because you had never been interested in Hyunjin that way, and somehow that made it worse. Ever since, everytime you met, Daki made it her job to provoke you, flirting with your boyfriends, making sure to eliminate you from games, that kind of thing. At first you fought back, but you had gotten tired. At this point, you just found it ridiculous.

When she comes into the kitchen to put the drinks she brought in the fridge, she is closely followed by Jisung who is already giggling. When he sees your face he bursts out laughing, running away as you slowly turn the knife in your hands.

“Hi Daki!” you say, giving her your fakest smile.

She gives you a similar one. “Y/N, it’s been so long!”

Fortunately she does not acknowledge you more than that and you turn away, grimacing, leaving Felix to take care of her. Instead you chase your other cousin down to give him another slap behind the head, and you steal his beer for good measure. You’re not going to let this ruin your evening.

Jisung throws an arm around your shoulder, his grin taking half of his face. You sit down on the stairs, sipping his beer, looking around, while Jisung answers a message on his phone. People are spread around the room - a few are chatting around the fireplace, others are already busy playing a card game. On the couch next to the fireplace, a bit further away, is a gorgeous looking girl with long chestnut hair, Yuna, who your cousin has a crush on, talking with a guy with wide shoulders. You don’t know either of them, but you find yourself staring at the guy in question.

Dark hair, almost black, unevenly brushes his forehead. Glistening eyes of deep brown, plump lips in the shape of a heart that are slightly pouted. He wears silver jewelry, a simple chain around his neck, two small hoops on his ear, a bracelet that moves as he explains something. On his shoulders, a fitted beige sweater that hints at an impressively muscled chest, tucked at the waist in a pair of black pants. You eye him up and down, all the way to his elegant leather shoes.

His sleeves are rolled up a little, his smirk leans on the left side of his face, and from where you sit you can hear the hints of a rough, loud voice.

You slap Jisung’s shoulder, getting his attention.

“Who is that?” you ask him, nodding towards the stranger.

Jisung follows your gaze. “Oh, you haven’t met Changbin?”

Changbin. That’s his name. It suits him.

You glare at Jisung. “No, but I want to.”

Your cousin lets out an amused laugh. “We work together. He’s the one that came up with the concept I told you about?”

“Really?” you say, unable to hide the interest in your voice.

“Keep your panties on, please. But don’t worry, your favorite cousin will introduce you. It’ll give me an excuse to flirt with Yuna.”

You roll your eyes at the “favorite cousin” appellation - he and Felix have been at it since you were old enough to understand the concept - but give him a thankful nod. You follow Jisung, who taps Changbin’s shoulder when you get close enough. Both him and Yuna look up.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Jisung says cheerfully. “Bin, I wanted to introduce you to Y/N, my cousin.”

Changbin glances at you with a smile, turning on the couch to get a better look at you. You wave at him with your most charming smile. It wouldn’t be much of a party if you didn’t get to flirt a little, right?

“Oh, the infamous cousin,” Changbin chuckles. “I actually heard a lot about you. But then again, Ji talks a lot.”

You laugh, ignoring Jisung’s complaints beside you. “It’s nice to meet you. I actually heard about you, too. I love that city lights concept you came up with.”

Changbin’s face lights up, and you feel your heart flutter a little. You can’t help it - he’s incredibly charming, his smile even more. Jisung clears his throat next to you as you stare at Changbin, and him at you.

“Hey, Yuna, want to get a drink?”

The latter chuckles, nodding at Jisung. “Let’s go.”

They walk away, and you point to the spot on the couch next to Changbin. “Can I sit down?”

“Please,” he says.

You sit, unable to stop looking at him. Of course Jisung would not have mentioned how hot his colleague was to you, but he is exactly your type and your cousin knows that. He’ll have to get another slap behind the head for that.

“So you grew up with Ji, huh?” Changbin asks, leaning back on the couch.

You nod. “Yup, him and Felix. My mom worked a lot, so my aunt watched over me.”

“That must’ve been… exhausting,” Changbin chuckles.

“I’m not that much better than them, to be honest,” you laugh. “Sometimes I might even be worse.”

Amusement flashes in Changbin’s eyes. “I’m sensing good stories here.”

You smile, unabashedly flirting. “You want one?”

“Please.”

So you tell him about the time the three built a fort when you were about ten and you had designated yourself main architect. You had made them build the whole thing, and then had pretended to throw a fit and destroyed everything. You played the same game two more times until you were “satisfied,” leaving your cousins frustrated and exhausted.

Changbin listens attentively to you throughout, laughing, and you quickly grow fond of the sound. It’s playful, makes you laugh even more, and you get so immersed in your conversation you almost forget about the rest of the party.

You notice a little scar on his chin. A beauty mark on his right ear.

You talk for a while, sitting close to each other, when Felix appears from the kitchen and asks for your help. You apologize to Changbin, who tells you to go.

“We’ll talk later,” he tells you with a wink.

When you head to the kitchen, your legs feel a little wobbly. You’ve been smiling so much your cheeks hurt a little.

You help Felix bring the food to the big table, which is set like a buffet. When you catch a glance of Changbin staring at you, you almost drop all the plates in your hands, because he is looking up and down at your body almost hungrily. If you were the type to blush, you would be scarlet right now.

But you’re not. Instead, you have to refrain yourself from just walking over to him, dragging him over to the nearest room and making out until you can’t breathe. Your thoughts derail as you walk back to the kitchen.

It’s been forever since you’ve felt such an instant attraction with someone. It has happened before, with one of your exes, a colleague at work. But like this? You aren’t sure but it might have never been this strong. All you want is to look back at him. See that lust in his eyes again. Know everything about him. You feel like you could run away to the other side of the world in this instant, take the biggest risks, a leap into the unknown, and he’d be holding your hand, laughing with you.

What if you did drag him to a private spot? What would he say? Would he kiss you back, slide his fingers under your blouse? You would feel his muscles against your hands, bite into his full lips, push him inside you…

“You all right, cuz?”

You look at Felix, who is frowning.

“You looked really out of it just now,” he says.

You bite your lip. “I’m fine, don’t worry,” you answer, although you can’t stay impassive.

Felix’s mouth breaks into a grin.

“What were you thinking about, huh?” he giggles. “Or rather, who were you thinking about?”

You nudge him, smirking to yourself.

“Leave my dirty thoughts alone,” you tell him.

He gasps. “So there IS someone… Tell me, tell me, please.”

“No way,” you laugh. “If I tell you, next time you talk to him you won’t be able to stop giggling. I love you, Lix, but you’re the worst at keeping secrets.”

He pouts, gathering forks to put on the table.

“If you tell me your secret, I’ll tell you mine.”

“What?!” you say. “You have a secret?”

“I do.”

“What is it?”

“Only if you tell me who you were thinking of.”

You squint your eyes, trying to decide if your cousin is making all of this up just to get the name out of you. It just isn’t Felix’s style, but you never know. As you’re trying to make up your mind, Jisung appears, sliding in the space between you.

“What are we whispering about?”

“Y/N was just going to tell me who she’s daydreaming fucking the brains out of,” Felix says with a sleazy smile.

“Oh, Changbin?” Jisung says.

You give him a furious look as Felix bursts out laughing. “JI, FUCK’S SAKE…”

“Oops,” Jisung chuckles, putting a hand over his mouth.

You slap his arm repeatedly, pouting. “Now I’ll never know Felix’s secret.”

“What secret? That he hooked up with theatre guy?”

“JISUNG,” Felix yells.

It’s your turn to laugh hysterically, shaking your head. Eventually the three of you are snickering like you’re twelve again and looking up porn on the internet - you just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

“Never mind what I said, Lix,” you say, wiping tears from your eyes. “Ji is definitely the worst at keeping secrets.”

You’re eating too much, you’re drinking too much, you’re laughing too much - but is there such a thing as too much when it comes to those? It’s what parties are all about to you, anyway.

Another thing you’re doing too much is flirting. You’ve always enjoyed it and clearly, so does Changbin, because like other things, you indulge in it a little too much.

There’s really no other way to say it - Changbin and you have been eyefucking each other since you met. Sitting beside one another, or being on opposite sides of the room, it seems like your eyes have constantly drawn to the other’s. At one point you thought he would be the one to take your hand and drag you away from the crowd, but neither of you have made a move yet. There has been some hand brushing, a few suggestive looks, even a seductive eyebrow raise or two. You gather that both of you are enjoying the tension that is rising, the what if that is surely turning into a when, waiting for the right opportunity.

That has made an already wonderful evening even better. The food is delicious, the booze is plentiful, and Daki has barely bothered you so far, too busy glancing at the door, clearly waiting for Hyunjin to show up. She’s made you a few snarky comments but you can’t be bothered by them when Changbin stretches his arms, flexing his biceps a little, his shirt embracing his pectoral muscles. You’d rather focus on that.

Music is playing loudly, people are getting decidedly drunk, midnight is approaching, and you agree to play a game of poker with your cousins, Yuna, Changbin and a few others. Daki joins you seconds before the game starts, sitting next to Changbin. You can guess she’s noticed you and him flirting, and that she will try and get his attention to annoy you. Too predictable, Daki. She’s probably bored because Hyunjin isn’t here yet and she can’t annoy him.

You are right, of course. You haven’t been playing for two minutes and she’s already whispering things in Changbin’s ear. However, the latter isn’t responding to her at all - he even shoots her annoyed glances, which makes you snicker. You try to focus on your own game, but it’s too entertaining to see Changbin repeatedly shooting down her attempts to flirt. When she giggles hysterically, leaning against him, Changbin directly takes her hand and puts it away from him, giving her a look that clearly says leave me alone.

You bite your lip so hard it almost bleeds, trying not to burst out laughing. You’re not petty, but this is almost better than sex.

As you end the first round, Daki finally seems to give up on Changbin. You hope she will just go away, but of course she stays for another round and changes her target - you.

When you make a raise, she laughs mockingly.

“I think Y/N has good cards, guys,” she says. “Look at her face, it’s just so obvious.”

You ignore her, keeping a straight face, but of course that only makes her laugh harder, and she points at you.

“Aw, look, she’s trying to bluff. That’s cute, Y/N, really.”

You keep ignoring her - her words aren’t getting to you. You notice that Changbin, however, is getting angry. He scrunches his nose, tilting his head to the side, as if he’s trying to stop himself from telling her to shut up. You try to smile at him to reassure him, but he’s too busy damning her to hell with his eyes.

As if he wasn’t already so damn attractive.

Daki continues taunting you, inciting the others to ruin your game, but except for those who don’t know you, none of them are having it. The atmosphere is tense. You will thank them later - for the moment, you focus on playing, because you have a plan and it is working perfectly.

It ends up between you and Daki, of course, as you planned. You stare at her as she reveals her cards. A flush.

“Not bad,” you say.

“I’m so good at poker, Y/N, don’t worry!” she laughs.

“Yeah, like, I don’t know,” you say, putting on a fake confused expression as you put down your cards. “Isn’t this better?”

Everyone looks at your cards. You have a flush, too - except it’s a straight one. The tension evaporates as the table erupts in screams and applause, and you finally break into a grin. Felix and Jisung jump on you, making you fall backwards, while Yuna gets a bottle of whisky to pour a few shots. You just get a glimpse at Daki’s defeated face, not giving her your attention. Instead you focus on Changbin’s shining eyes and amused smirk.

You raise your shot glass to him.

Hyunjin arrives not long after, holding the hand of his new girlfriend. She has red hair and the most beautiful smile. As you hug your old friend, you take a look at Daki, who looks like she’s just been slapped. Karma’s a bitch, huh?

You can’t help but snicker. That might be a little petty, but you’ve been drinking and you don’t care. Daki’s hurt your feelings more times than you can count in the past, and you feel like her having a shitty evening barely grazes the idea of payback. Unluckily, she catches you laughing and heads towards you, fists clenched, eyes full of rage.

“What are you laughing at, you fucking bitch?” she spits at you.

You raise your hands. “Woah, calm down, will you?”

“You think I’m pathetic?” she chuckles mockingly. “Have you seen yourself acting like a fucking slut all night? You think that guy’s going to be interested in you? You’re just a skank and everybody knows -”

“What the fuck’s your problem?”

You and Daki turn your heads towards Changbin, who has appeared next to you. His jaw is clenched, and he’s looking down at Daki with disgust.

Daki scoffs. “This is none of your -”

“Leave her alone,” Changbin interrupts in a dry voice.

“I’m not going to -”

“Fuck off.”

His voice is so commanding that Daki pales a little. She straightens her back, shoots you a last malicious look and walks away. You breathe out, shaking your head.

“Fuck,” you sigh. “I thought she was going to hit me for a second there.”

Changbin shakes his head, giving Daki a dirty look.

“You guys have history or something?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “A long one.”

He gives you a nod, sensing you do not want to talk about it too much. Instead you smile at him, sliding a hand through your hair.

“Thanks for the intervention. I appreciate it. I’m too drunk to be the bigger person, so it would have ended badly.”

He smirks, leaning towards you. You get a whiff of his cologne and it makes you a little dizzy. Fuck, he smells good.

“I have an idea,” he breathes in your ear.

You frown, giving him a questioning look. He raises an eyebrow.

“On how you can pay me back.”

The words send your thoughts reeling. Oh, fuck. Is he finally going to do it? Take your hand and lead you to an empty room to ruin you? You hope so. You so desperately hope so.

Are you a little too horny?

“Yeah?” you ask, your voice a little weak.

“Follow me.”

He takes your hand and guides you through the room. Your heart is pounding, your eyes fixed on the back of his neck. Is this happening? It’s going too fast and not nearly fast enough. Your mouth is dry, your legs weak, and -

Changbin goes to the kitchen. You frown when he stops at the counter, looking at the numerous bottles of strong alcohol that are stored there, carefully choosing one. You’re confused - but clearly, you misread his intentions.

He shows you the bottle of tequila rose, and you chuckle.

“You want me to take a shot?” you suggest.

He grins. “Jisung came to work one morning with the worst hangover I’d ever seen. Said it was the fault of homemade shots with tequila rose in them. Made by you. I don’t know why, it stuck in my head, and I’d like to try one.”

“Oh,” you laugh. “You mean the Hot Lips.”

You don’t miss Changbin glancing at your mouth, looking perfectly satisfied with the turn of events. “Is that what they are called?”

“It is,” you answer, taking the bottle from his hands. “Give me that. You’re not ready for this. Your liver will hate you tomorrow.”

“Can’t wait.”

You get busy gathering the ingredients while Changbin gets the shot glasses, and you talk about that infamous night with your cousins. You, Felix and Jisung had gotten so ridiculously drunk on your shots you had gone outside in the freezing winter to build a snowman at three in the morning wearing no shoes. You were horribly sick for nearly a week after that.

Changbin stays close to you as you pour the right ounces of the ingredients. Tequila rose. Grenadine. Soda. A little vodka. A little whisky. And a little surprise of your own.

“Just a little bit of lemon to soften the sweetness,” you whisper to Changbin, giving him a wink. “Don’t tell anyone.”

He’s standing so close to you you can feel his breathing in your hair.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

You turn to face him, keeping your eyes in his. You hand him his shot, filled to the brim, and take yours.

“See you on the other side,” you tell him.

You cheer and take the shot. The taste is almost overwhelming in your throat, and you let out a sharp woo. Glancing at Changbin, you realize he’s closed his eyes. He shakes his head and groans.

“Damn, fuck, that is strong,” he laughs.

You bite your lip, trying not to laugh too much, but his eyes are glimmering with mischief. He puts down the shot glass, licking his lips slowly. His eyes find yours again, and he takes another step towards you. You’re just drunk enough for your inhibitions to have disappeared. Changbin smells good. Changbin looks good.

“Delicious, though,” he states, staring at you intently. “Just the right amount of sweet. Just the right amount of rough.”

You swallow, mouth parted. You’re not even sure what he is talking about, at this point.

“I can see why it’s addictive,” he smirks. “Can I have another?”

“As many as you want, baby.”

The nickname escapes your lips but he doesn’t seem to mind it. On the contrary, his smirk deepens and you feel the warmth pooling between your legs. You must already be soaked at this point. Fuck, there’s no one in the room. What if I sucked his dick in the kitchen? Would he like that?

You chuckle to yourself, and Changbin looks at you questioningly.

“I was just thinking about sucking your dick,” you say.

Changbin remains silent, and you realize that you’ve actually said this. Out loud.

You gasp, your eyes wide. You stammer. “Holy fuck, I’m sorry. Shit, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that, it just -”

“Why don’t you?” he interrupts, his voice low and husky, placing his fingers underneath your chin to lift your head. You meet his gaze, dark and lustful. “I wouldn’t mind you sucking my dick right now. I bet you’d look even more sweet with your mouth full.”

You gulp, feeling your walls clench at the sound of his words. Fuck, you need this man to ruin you right now. You’re dizzy with arousal, and he gently takes your hand, guides it on his crotch. He places your palm around his hardening cock, and you can’t hold back a whimper.

“You’re not going to leave me with this unattended, are you, baby?”

Instinctively, your hand squeezes his cock, and you smile.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

Outside the kitchen you hear people bursting into laughter. The risk of someone walking in is so dangerously high it makes you dizzy, but you’re a little too drunk to care. And honestly, it makes the whole situation even better.

Keeping your eyes in his, you unzip his pants, taking out his cock. It’s decidedly hard now, which makes you very happy. You kneel on the cold floor, looking up at Changbin. Slowly, keeping your eyes in his, you lick the length of his cock, smearing your saliva on it so you can lazily stroke it. He pushes the hair out of your face, biting his lower lip.

“You look fucking good like that, Y/N,” he growls. “I fucking love that dress, by the way. Made me want to snuggle my dick between your tits all night.”

You chuckle, kissing the tip of his cock. “Who knows, if you’re nice to me, your dream might come true.”

“Nice?” he laughs. “I’m not sure I know how to do nice. But I can certainly fuck your brains out.”

“Sounds nice enough to me.”

You guide his cock in your mouth, slowly taking it as deep as you can. Changbin breathes out, holding your hair. You start to bob your head up and down his length, swirling your tongue at the same time.

“Good, that’s good,” he whispers. “Fucking good.”

Encouraged by his praise, you accelerate your movements, and Changbin thrusts his hips sharply. Surprised, you gag a little, taking a deep breath.

“Hm,” he chuckles. “Let’s try it again, huh? I know you can do better.”

It’s like he knows exactly what to tell you - you can do better, and you want to prove it to him. So you take him in your mouth again, taking your hand off his base, and make sure you almost reach his pelvis. Changbin breathes a guttural growl, pushing your head against the kitchen island, trapping you there.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes.”

He fucks your mouth and you feel your eyes tear up, but you adore the sounds he makes, the way his face scrunches as he throbs in your mouth. When he pulls back after a few seconds to let you breathe, you give him a broad smile.

“This is so fucking hot,” you chuckle.

Changbin smiles, grazing your cheek with his thumb. “You like this, Y/N?” You like the way he says your name, like he’s still learning it, tasting it on his tongue. “Well, maybe you are a slut, huh?”

“For you, definitely,” you tell him.

“That’s the attitude,” he grins. “Keep sucking, my little slut.”

You go back to it. As you moan around his length, the kitchen door opens, and Changbin quickly pulls himself out of your mouth. Luckily, from where you are behind the kitchen island, you are not visible from the entrance of the kitchen, and the island is high enough to prevent the person from seeing what is exactly happening.

“Oh, Changbin,” the person says, and you realize it’s Felix.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Have you seen Y/N?” your cousin asks, his voice slurry. “It’s going to be midnight soon, and we always celebrate together, and…”

He rambles on, clearly drunker than you. That might help prevent him from suspecting anything, you tell yourself. Still, you bite your lip hard, trying not to move or breathe too loud.

“I haven’t, sorry,” Changbin says. “Just fixing myself a drink. Maybe she went to get some air outside?”

Felix gasps. “Oh, right. Good idea.”

For a second you think Felix might have gone, but Changbin remains immobile, and when you look up he’s giving your cousin a broad smile.

“You need help with something?” Felix offers.

“Nope,” Changbin quickly replies. “All good.”

“Cool,” Felix says. “I’ll check outside, thanks, Changbin.”

You see him wave, and the kitchen door closes behind your cousin. You breathe out, and you look at each other for a second before starting to laugh.

“Fuck, that would’ve been awkward,” you say.

“He’s so drunk I bet he wouldn’t have noticed,” Changbin replies, stroking your hair. “You still good to go?”

You smile. “Fuck, yeah.”

“Oh, you like that, don’t you? The risk of being walked on. I can see it in your eyes.”

You don’t deny it - instead, you take his cock and slap it against your tongue. Changbin throws his head backwards and guides himself back in your mouth. It fits back easily, and you secure your hands on his thighs.

“How does my cock fit in your mouth so well?” he breathes. “My good little slut.”

You let him fuck your mouth, feeling his thrusts getting a little more restless, and from the way he grips your hair, you know he is close.

“I’m gonna come,” he grunts. “Look at me, Y/N.”

When your eyes flutter up to meet his, Changbin lets out a shaky breath. You hold his penetrative gaze as he buck his hips and empties himself in your mouth. He manages not to make too much noise, clenching his jaw, and when he relaxes, you take his cock in your hands and proceed to lick him clean. You trace his length, lick your lips, and he twitches a little, coming down from his orgasm.

“Did my little slut swallow everything?” he asks hoarsely.

You nod, showing him your tongue. He chuckles, putting his cock back in his pants. You look at his face, smiling, and he brings you up to your feet.

“Let’s fix you up.”

He proceeds to put your hair back in order, taking a napkin to wipe the corners of your mouth and the mascara that dripped down your cheeks a little. Meanwhile you just take the opportunity to look at him. When he’s done, he eyes you up and down, and you pout.

“What about me?”

“What about you, sweet thing?”

“I want to come in your mouth, too.”

Changbin smiles, and you take his hand to guide it under your dress. You open his palm so he cups your soaked underwear. The contact already makes you moan, and you roll your hips against his hand.

“I’m so fucking wet, Changbin…”

He parts his mouth at the same time the kitchen door opens again. You twirl around, Changbin’s hand escaping the throbbing space between your legs. It’s Felix again.

“I didn’t find her, so I -”

Your cousin stops, staring at you, blinking, visibly confused.

“I found her,” Changbin smiles.

You grin at your cousin, who finally breaks into a smile and walks up to you, oblivious, rambling about the fact that it’s almost midnight and you almost missed it. You can feel it - you’ve been lucky not to get caught during the blowjob, and you can’t push it. Your drenched, aching cunt will have to wait.

“THREE, TWO, ONE… HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

As per tradition, you, Felix and Jisung grab each other’s shoulders and start to turn in a circle. It’s something you’ve created when you were kids. You call it your manifesting circle, invoking good energy for the rest of the year. It’s bullshit, but you couldn’t see yourself not doing it every New Year’s.

Felix smooches you on the cheek, Jisung runs away to find Yuna, and you feel someone tapping your shoulder. You turn to find Changbin standing behind you, a smirk on his lips. He takes your chin in his hand and guides your head upwards, kissing you deeply. Felix yells happily in your ear, but you barely hear him, drunk on the booze, drunk on Changbin’s tongue playing with yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, making out with him for what seems like hours, until you’re out of breath, until you can barely stand straight.

When you look at him afterwards, his eyes are shining, and his smile steals your heart.

“Happy New Year,” he whispers.

The only thing reminding you that what happened with Changbin is real is that your mouth and throat feel a little sore - but other than that, you might have thought it was some kind of vivid, waking dream.

You want to keep talking to him, but Felix really wants to dance with you and you can never say no to him, so Changbin just decides to do it with the two of you. You giggle excitedly as he rolls his hips seductively, and you and Felix show him a choreography that you created when you were kids. Changbin laughs so hard he holds his sides.

When the three of you get too tired, Felix joins a board game and Changbin sits down on the couch next to you, his arm around your shoulder, not caring in the slightest at what people might say. You snuggle against him as you talk to Hyunjin, who wanted to talk to you about Daki. She has gone home, apparently. You feel bad for her, but not really. It never brings any good to be mean with no reason, Hyunjin tells you.

You and Changbin keep close to each other, exchanging knowing smiles. His hand is resting on your thigh, and your head is leaning on his shoulder. You’re a little impatient for more, but it’s also thrilling. You want to kiss him. You want to know how his tongue feels against yours. How he would use his lips on your pussy. How his cock would feel inside you. You want to hear him groan again.

Although he’s softer outside of sex, you’re not surprised by his dominating personality, and you find yourself craving it. It’s not always a kink of yours, but with the right person, it can reduce you to a trembling mess, which is exactly what you want to become in Changbin’s arms. There’s just something about him.

So you slowly and discreetly pull on your dress so it falls higher on your thighs. Changbin’s eyes drop on them, and he slides his hand higher. You repeat the same game two more times, stopping before it gets downright inappropriate. Eventually you can’t focus on anything else, so you stand up and say you’re going to the bathroom.

You’re hoping Changbin gets the hint. You don’t care much anymore - everyone is either too drunk or busy to notice, and you’ve seen people disappearing for a while inside rooms. Why not you? It’s the new year, open to all opportunities, and you’re not going to waste this one.

You walk up the stairs, glancing back at Changbin who is staring at you, biting his lip. You just smile back, and you walk very slowly upstairs. You’re almost there when you hear footsteps behind you, and you barely have time to twirl on your feet that Changbin grabs your wrist and pulls you inside the bathroom. He slams you against the door, his eyes drilling into yours.

“I think you might be having an issue with your dress,” he smiles.

“Do I?” you ask innocently. “Maybe you should help me with it.”

He chuckles, spinning you around. Your palms rest against the door, your ass facing him. Changbin hikes up your dress slowly, revealing your panties. He groans and slaps your ass, kneading the skin.

“My little slut,” he breathes. “Already can’t get enough of me, huh?”

“I can’t focus on anything,” you admit with a chuckle. “I need you, Changbin, please…”

You breathe heavily as he brushes a finger against the fabric of your panties, over your clit and your entrance. You are soaked.

“Fuck, please touch me…”

He slaps your ass again, drawing a sharp breath from your mouth.

“You want to show me your pretty pussy?” he breathes in your ear.

“Yes.”

“You want my fingers or my tongue?”

“T-tongue.”

He chuckles, taking a step back, and you glance above your shoulder to see him kneel behind you. He grins at you, pulling down your panties.

“Arch that cute ass for me, will you?”

You do, and he hums appreciatively, spreading your legs to get better access. He starts by coating your pussy with his fingers, licking your juices off them, and then his tongue flicks you.

“Fuck,” you moan, twitching a little.

“You taste so good, baby,” he sighs. “I’m going to make you come so hard your legs won’t be able to hold you up.”

You breathe out, aching for more of his touch, and fortunately Changbin obliges. His mouth comes to rest against your throbbing cunt, and he starts to eat you out hungrily. His tongue swirls against you, presses against your clit, teases your entrance. Changbin holds your thighs apart, massaging your skin, and as you whimper and pant against his caresses, his thumb circles your folds.

“Don’t fucking stop,” you cry out, feeling your orgasm building quickly.

He doesn’t, only smiles against your pussy, and it’s the best feeling in the world. He kisses you, rolling his tongue on your wetness, and you only wish you could see him there, buried between your legs, his mouth and chin coated in you.

You push your fingers against the door, biting your lip as your orgasm suddenly flashes through you. A cry escapes your mouth, your entire body shaking against Changbin who does not stop and even accelerates, guiding you through. When your muscles untense, you feel your legs give in, but Changbin quickly sits up to hold you up by the waist, pulling you to him with a chuckle.

“What did I say, huh?”

He groans in your ear, and you feel his hard cock against your ass.

“I need to fuck that tight little cunt of yours. Just like it is now. Still throbbing, all drenched and ready for me.”

“Do it, Changbin,” you nod, still hazy from your orgasm. “P-please.”

He quickly undoes his belt and frees his cock, and brushes it against your still sensitive folds. You moan, Changbin breathing hard against your neck.

“Ready, baby?”

You nod, and he enters you slowly, leaving you time to adjust to him. He feels big and thick, but you’re so wet he slides in easily, not stopping until he is deep inside of you. Once he’s there, you both breathe out, chuckling in delight.

“That’s where my cock belongs,” Changbin growls. “You good?”

“Fuck, yes,” you sigh.

You roll your ass against him, and Changbin takes it as an invitation to start moving. He draws his hips away from you only to thrust sharply, fucking you hard. Soon he’s pounding into you, and you’re moaning, and he’s holding your waist and burying himself inside of you like he’s going mad.

Neither of you are going to last long, you can feel it. The teasing has been enough, and deep down you know this won’t be your last time fucking.

“I want to fucking come inside of you,” he breathes. “Will you let me, little slut? Take my cum deep, keep it in you?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Give it to me. Fuck, I’m gonna come again.”

He’s rubbing against the right spots and you’re rolling your eyes in your head. As your second orgasm flashes through you, you clench around Changbin and he lets out a low groan. You feel his cock twitch and then spurt inside of you, warm and heavy.

He fucks you until you both ride out your orgasms, breathing heavily, his body laying against yours. Once your breathing steadies, Changbin removes himself from inside of you, and you feel his cum, mixed with your own, sliding down your inner thigh.

You fall into his arms, letting out a long, shaky sigh.

“Fuck… That was so good,” you breathe with a laugh. “You are so good at this, what the fuck?”

“Right back at you,” he chuckles, pushing your hair away from your face before giving you a long kiss. “Let’s clean you up. We still have a party to attend.”

Felix is trying to explain a board game to you. He’s the worst at it. You really should just read the instruction manual, but you like hearing his voice, so you let him do it. Eventually, though, he just gives up. It’s way too late and you’re both too drunk to play such a complicated game, anyway. Instead Felix relaxes on the couch, and you lean against him.

You talk about food, about family, about work - and then Felix catches you looking over at Changbin, who is clearly winning a game of beer pong not too far.

“So, Changbin?” he asks, grinning. “Anything happened between you?”

You smirk, and Felix breaks into giggles.

“Tell me, tell me,” he begs.

“A lady doesn’t tell,” you reply, poking his chest.

Felix scoffs. “You, a lady? Please. I’m more of a lady than you.”

“True,” you laugh. “Well… Yeah, something might’ve happened.”

“Oh, that smile,” he says. “You really like him, huh?”

You nod.

Felix wiggles his eyebrows. “Why not go spend more time with him?”

“Maybe later,” you smile. “For now I like spending time with my favorite cousin.”

“Tssssk,” Felix chuckles. “I don’t believe you. You say that, but I know you tell Ji the same.”

“Well Ji is clearly busy somewhere else, so it’s you I get to annoy.”

You start to tickle him, and Felix gets distracted into another conversation topic, and you lose track of time, soothed by the sound of your cousin breathing, the music, the conversation around you.

It feels like seconds later when you open your eyes, realizing you’ve been dozing off on Felix’s shoulder. Your cousin is deep asleep next to you, cuddling the plush mushroom he got from the gift exchange. He’s not the only one - a lot of people have gone to their rooms, the music is softer, and the place is a reassuring mess, with plates and glasses and pieces of wrapping paper everywhere.

Near the fireplace, Hyunjin is stroking his girlfriend’s hair, lovingly whispering things in her ear. You stand up on shaky legs, looking around for Changbin. He’s sitting in a corner with another guy, playing a quiet game of cards. You catch his gaze, and he smirks, waving at you to come. You drag your feet towards him, settling down on his leg. You nestle your head in the crook of his neck, and Changbin chuckles.

You’re good there. You doze off a little again, and open your eyes when you hear Changbin’s friend say he’s going to sleep. You expect him to get up and walk upstairs, but instead he draws his hoodie on his head, leans against the wall and closes his eyes. You giggle, turning your face towards Changbin.

“You want to go to bed?” he whispers.

“Hm,” you nod.

“Let’s go.”

He takes your hand gently and you follow him upstairs. The first room is locked, another is already packed. The last one you find has two other people in it, so you head back downstairs and decide to nestle in an unoccupied corner of the living room. Changbin finds two blankets, laying one down on the floor, and another on your bodies. You snuggle against him, his arm enveloping you. You feel his breath in your neck.

The living room is silent. All you can hear is the hushed whispers of Hyunjin and his girlfriend - but even those stop after a few minutes. The fire is nearly extinguished, the living room plunged in darkness. You feel warm and safe in Changbin’s arms - but you can’t bring yourself to sleep. All you can think about is how nice his body feels, how wet you are - and how you feel his cock hardening against your ass.

“What are you thinking about?” you whisper.

He lets out a breath. “Are you still wet?”

His low voice in your ear makes you shiver. You nod.

“Good,” he answers.

His hand slips on your waist, feeling the fabric of your dress. You breathe out, closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation. His fingers go further up, cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples. You arch your back, pushing your ass against his crotch. Changbin starts to breathe heavily in your neck, sending strands of your hair dancing.

You don’t even care that you’re in the middle of a room filled with people. You just want to feel him. Besides, nobody is paying attention to you. The room is dark, and you’re protected by the blanket.

Changbin’s hand pushes up your dress, removes your panties. When his fingers finally find your still soaked cunt, you softly whimper.

“Fuck, you’re so warm,” Changbin breathes. “Can you be a good girl and be silent, baby?”

You nod again.

“Just don’t stop touching me,” you tell him.

He smiles against the back of your neck, planting a kiss there. You open your legs a little, facilitating his access. Changbin takes two fingers and pushes them on your swollen clit, tracing wide circles, exerting just the right amount of pressure. You shudder, biting your lip to keep from moaning aloud.

But you keep breathing, holding it back to enjoy Changbin’s caresses. His fingers relieve the ache of your folds, and then he teases your entrance. When he plunges into you, caressing your inner walls, you have to grab his sweater behind you, anything to keep yourself from moaning his name. He starts to finger you, relentlessly. It feels so fucking good.

“Is that good, Y/N? Do you love my fingers deep inside your cunt?”

“Yes, Changbin, fuck…”

“I can’t wait to replace them with my cock.”

You clench around his fingers, and he must feel it, because he chuckles.

“Do you want that, huh? Do you want me to fuck you in the middle of a crowded room?”

“I want you to fuck me, Changbin, please… Fuck, I’m gonna come -”

He removes his fingers in a sweep, leaving you gasping. Changbin pushes a hand against your mouth, muffling the sound.

“Can’t have you waking everyone up, baby,” he whispers in your ear.

You feel him pull down his pants, the tip of his cock brushing your cunt, and you breathe against his fingers. He holds them there, pushing himself inside of you, stretching you. He feels big, he feels good, already familiar - and you fall back against his body. His chest feels firm, his arms big and strong. Although there’s not much space for maneuver under the blanket, Changbin still manages to buck his hips, filling you deep. His thrusts are slow and powerful, making your body shake, and the rest of the world becomes a blur.

“Shhhh,” he breathes in your ear. “Do you want them to know I’m fucking you?”

You can’t help but whimper a little against his palm as he fucks you deeper, slamming his hips into you, and then you’re coming, writhing in his arms. Changbin growls in your ear, fucking you even faster, and then you feel him come inside of you. You are still trembling, slowly coming down your high, and Changbin removes his hand.

He sighs, and you let out a chuckle, turning to face him.

“Do you think anybody noticed?” you whisper, and he smiles.

“I don’t really care.”

You smile back, rubbing your nose on his jaw, his neck. Your eyes are heavy, and you feel yourself drifting off.

“Y/N?” he asks in your ear.

“Hm?”

“Will you go on a date with me next week?”

You open your eyes just enough to see him look at you. You kiss him, gently, and put your hand against his chest.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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