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fairyyeo · 1 year

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christmas tree farm ❅ yang jeongin

pairing — jeongin x reader

genre — fluff

tw — none

wc — 1.1k

a/n — also not proofread .. hah sorry .. anyways .. last xmas post !!!! merry crhistmas everyone !!! pls reblog if you enjoyed <3

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your family lived on a beautiful christmas tree farm, and ever since you were old enough to manage, you helped your parents out on the farm.

it opened on december 1st and closed on december 24th every year. it was busiest mid december, which is when you first met jeongin ten years ago, back when you were both young kids.

he was adorable back then. huge goofy grin and sparkly curious eyes. jeongin came with his family in the middle of december to get their christmas tree. his parents ushered him to hand you the money, despite his shyness. since that first awkward, conversation-less first encounter, it had become a tradition for jeongin to pay on behalf of his family when they came to get their christmas tree.

obviously, christmas was your favourite time of the year. secretly, however, a major contributing factor to that statement was getting to see jeongin again after 12 months.

see, this year you were planning on working up the courage to ask him out. you were meant to do it last year, and the year before, but you always chickened out and were forced to wait another 12 months.

but this time you wouldn't.

"here come the yangs." your annoying brother beomgyu nudged you obnoxiously.

"please don't do anything to jeopardise this when they come to pay later." you begged him, grabbing the saw and tape measure to hand the yang family.

"i wouldn't dare." he raised his hands in surrender.

you lifted a doubtful brow.

"trust me." beomgyu said, spinning you around to face the familiar approaching family.

"welcome everyone! it's great to see you all again." you smiled at them.

"hi, sweetie! has it been busy today?" jeongin's mother asked you.

you waved the question off with another smile, "a little, but nothing we can't handle." you motioned to your brother who was busy organising some ornaments behind you. "right, beom?"

"of course!" he whizzed around lifting a thumbs up.

you passed over the saw and tape measure which jeongin accepted, "have fun out there! don't forget it's cold and you're welcome to hot beverages when you come to pay."

"thanks sweetie!" jeongin's mother called out to you as they headed out into the snow covered forest.

when they were a distance away, their bright puffy jackets just specks of colour amongst the snow, beomgyu commented, "jeongin was totally checking you out just then."

"what?! he was not." your cheeks warmed despite your disagreement.

"he so was." beomgyu persisted, "are you finally gonna ask him out?"

you couldn't contain your grin, "should i? do you think he'd say yes? i've been thinking about it for years."

"years?"

"yes.. is that weird?"

"well, it's not that weird. maybe a little creepy that you've been secretly ogling him for ten minutes every twelve months, but not weird. you definitely have to ask him out." beomgyu said, and he had a point.

"i know." you sighed, drawing mindless scribbles on the notepad at the counter.

you made yourself busy while waiting for the yangs to bring over their tree for payment. you tidied behind the counter, reorganised the tape measures on the shelf, and made yourself a hot chocolate with the kettle and provided ingredients.

"they're coming back." beomgyu pointed out casually, nodding towards the family.

you stiffened as the nerves instantly returned.

beomgyu seemed to notice, "hey, relax, it's probably gonna be fine."

"yeah. probably." you repeated, taking a deep breath.

"we're back!" jeongin's mother smiled at you, her husband struggling behind with the three.

"that's a gorgeous tree, you chose well this year!" you complimented. "how tall was it?"

"just over six foot." jeongin's dad called from behind.

"okay," you smiled, "that'll be a hundred dollars, then."

your eyes flitted to jeongin, who, to your surprise, was already looking at you. your heart skipped a beat.

he counted through some cash, ensuring it was exactly $100 before placing it in your open palm, "here you go." he offered a shy smile.

you wonder if he felt that spark too.

"thank you." you put the cash into the register. "well," you clapped your hands together, "have a merry christmas you guys!"

"you too, sweetie! see you next year!" jeongin's mum waved you goodbye and her family did the same.

they began to walk away, and as they did, jeongin spared another glance over his shoulder at you, causing you once again to tense up.

you'd missed your chance again.

"well that was just sad." beomgyu said bluntly. "you just let him walk away.”

"i know, beom! i was already too nervous but i couldn't ask him with his parents right there." you whined. "guess it'll be another twelve months." you frowned, dragging your hands down your face in frustration.

"or not." beomgyu began to smile as he motioned his head behind you.

you whirled around to see jeongin standing on the other side of the counter, fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

"oh, jeongin! did you forget something?" you asked him politely.

"uh, no..." he paused for a moment. "actually, yeah i kinda did."

"what was it?"

"well," jeongin paused again and took a small breath, "i forgot to ask you if you'd be interested in going out... on a date?"

"jeongin, i'd love to!" you beamed, heart racing a million miles an hour. you couldn't believe beomgyu was right all along and that jeongin was interested in you too.

"wait, really?" he looked surprised.

"i was going to ask you out earlier as well, but i chickened out... like i have for the last few years." you confessed to a shocked jeongin.

he sighed, almost in relief, "that makes two of us."

you both laughed, the nerves melting away like marshmallows in a steamy hot chocolate.

"i can't believe we've both been crushing on each other for this long and never said anything until now." you said, writing down your phone number onto the notepad for jeongin before passing it to him.

"yeah well," he laughed a bit again, accepting the folded piece of paper with your number scribbled onto it, "i think it started when i handed you that money when we first came."

"you remember that?" you said in surprise. "i think about that first interaction pretty much every day." you smiled fondly.

"of course i remember it! i thought you were so pretty." his cheeks reddened a little as he shared the honest compliment.

"well, this has all been very heartwarming, however," beomgyu clapped you on the back, "there's a family coming in right now who will want to be served, instead of watching this lovely little rom-com scene."

"so i'll give you a call then?" jeongin said with a wink.

"bye jeongin! tell your family i said merry christmas again!" you waved him goodbye as the next family approached the counter.

not a minute later you got a text from an unsaved number and grinned at the message.

let's not wait another 12 months this time!

— jeongin

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euphroseia · 1 year

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Warmth is a person

Jeongin x reader

Word count: 534 words

Genre: non-idol!au, fluff, comfort

Warnings: implications of past heartbreak

If you liked my writing, please give me a reblog. I’d appreciate it and it will help me a lot! You can also let me know your thoughts about the story here. Thank youuuu! 💗

Warmth is a person.

You told him, or at least you thought, that you still weren’t ready to start liking or loving someone again. That’s what you thought. They said, the best way to mend a broken heart is to prevent it from getting broken. You have been ready to fall in love again. No, everyone knows, including you, you’re deeply in love with the man in front of you right now. You were just scared to get yet another heartbreak. To pick every little piece of your shattered, beautiful heart. You just did not want to see yourself again in the state you were in months ago. You wanted to protect yourself; to guard your heart.

But little did you realize, not until today, that besides you, someone else is also guarding your heart and protecting you—him. That from all the coldness that has wrapped its way around your body, heart, and soul, there’s someone who’s ready to melt all the icy particles until you finally feel his warmth.

Warmth is a person.

You looked at Jeongin’s eyes as they slowly turned into a fox-like shape; laughing from all the jokes or nonsense Jisung was spouting. You don’t understand why and how an eye, full of warmth, sends shivers down your spine; maybe you will understand someday, or maybe you won’t, but it doesn’t matter. You adorned those brown, chestnut eyes. Oh, you could look at them forever and still not get tired of the way they shine.

Warmth is a person.

Those smiles, they’ll be the demise of you, or rather, the demise of the coldness wrapped around your soul. Seeping through every possible hole, just so it can melt even the tiniest bit of ice and make you feel warm and comfortable; safe and dry.

Warmth is a person.

His company. All of his time he offered to you, just to stay with you. All the burst of emotions and feelings you’ve had from all these months, he was there to witness them. Take all of them in as if they were his emotions and feelings; as if he wants to take half, if not all, of them to make you sleep at night with lesser burden in your heart, like you were covered with a soft, fluffy and warm security blanket.

Warmth is a person, and that person is Jeongin. All these months, he took his time with you. Figured out how, instead of breaking the ice, he could melt them. He wanted, no, he needed to melt the ice around your heart, because if he had forced smashing the ice, it’ll damage your heart; your most precious heart. He doesn’t want that, for with him, you’ll never have to pick yet another shattered piece of it. And when he finally melted all your worries away and everything you could feel is the warmth of his feelings for you, you took them with all your heart. You want him to feel the warmth too, that if it weren’t for him, it wouldn’t have been there.

And when it feels cold again, you won’t have to be afraid anymore, because warmth is a person, and you have each other to share that warmth with.

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macaroonff · 2 years

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By The Blooms- Yang Jeongin

Genre: Flower shop au, florist jeongin, pure fluff Pairing: Jeongin x fem reader Word Count: 1k Warning: None imo

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The foggy dawn hugged your three-layered parka, the uneven pavement bearing the weight of your heavy footsteps as you tread on the spurt of weed that found its way through the bricked floor. The cream coloured walls of the neighbourhood standing audience to your journey as you walked towards your comfort space- the little flower shop on the corner of the street.

It wasn’t a long walk, seven minutes on the max, but it felt like a serene eternity. If there was anything that encouraged you to get out of your fluffy bedding, it was the translucent skies with its breathy beckoning that put your mind at rest after the previous day’s tiring happenings.

Like today, you especially looked forward to Sunday mornings, with most shops closed, there were fewer crowds and lesser agitation. The ambience was fresh as though all the fine dust from yesterday disappeared into thin air, quite literally.

The bright blooms placed in front of the glass window welcomed you as you saw past the violet-blue hydrangeas resting on small wooden carts, the sunflowers faced towards you, almost making you feel like the embodiment of sunshine at that moment.

You push the big glass door, the open sign placed promptly in front of the door, the strong fragrance immediately overwhelming your mind. And maybe it wasn’t just the flowers, but also the sight of the boy tending to them.

“Is that a fresh batch of lavender you got today?”

The boy gives you a small ‘hmm’, his eyes focused on the petals of his new variant while throwing away the dried ones.

You pick up a dry one, sniffing it, and you breathe out. It was dry, but the smell was just as aromatic. It immediately calmed your senses and placed a small smile on your face.

Jeongin finally looks at you, taking in the presence of your mismatched socks buried in easy loafers, your black tights, and white shirt under his grey parka. An oversized beanie almost covering your eyes although he found them under your round glasses.

“You’re up early again, not that I’m surprised. Why do you keep coming here, you rarely ever buy my flowers.”

“I don’t know, something about this place makes it feel much safer than home.”

“I know the shop is aesthetic but I don’t want customers who just sit there and distract me.”

“Oh, so you find me distracting,” you reply, a teasing smile directed towards him.

The young owner flushes, the colour of his cheeks now a light shade of pink, the same ones as the roses he was arranging into delicate bouquets.

Maybe seeing him was another reason for visiting this converted store. No, it was the main reason, the pretty flowers were just a bonus. You pick up another dried lavender from the pile of other discarded ones.

“If you don’t mind, I’m taking these with me, it’s not like you need them anyway.”

Jeongin was always curious as to why you would collect rejected flowers and not buy fresh ones, ones that were far more bright and lovely.

But he noticed how you made the withered buds look much more lively, the browning petals complimenting your beanie, the way you held even those dead ones so dearly between your long fingers only pronounced a different sort of love. It almost made him feel bad about throwing them away.

Again his thoughts go back to the grey parka. The fact that it was his made him blush. He remembered giving it to you the last time you arrived in full stride despite the visible goosebumps on your forearms.

He notices your awkward position, especially after you were done collecting all the dried lavenders and you had tied them up with a tiny ribbon, lips pursed and dimples showing.

Your presence was therapeutic and he could revel in thoughts of you forever if you weren’t standing there, expecting an answer to your assumably rhetorical question.

“Hmm, you’ll have to pay for those lavenders.”

Your brows furrowed and lips pouting. Why on earth would he charge you for ones that weren’t in use.

“Pay me with a favour, nothing more.”

Again, you look at him to elaborate further into this ‘favour’ of his.

“You know, we needed to print a bunch of posters for my shop, and I was wondering if you’d like to model.”

“Model for what? Do I need to be in the picture?”

You were sure the flowers would draw in a good amount of onlookers and your being in the photo may be unnecessary. The thought of being the face of his shop also made you nervous.

“Don’t worry, no one would be able to look away if you were in the picture. You’re far more beautiful than these flowers.”

It was these offhand compliments that made you question your feelings for him. Both of you were used to such quick, nonchalant remarks but you could never recover from such severely sweet statements. It was a huge blow to your collected facade.

He knew you couldn’t refuse after that and you went along with it. He fixes up a quick bouquet of the lavender and hydrangeas. The flowers looked prettier than usual, but only because they were in your hands.

He wasn’t too sure about his previous plan now. While the bouquet was placed in your hands, in front of his window, he immediately regretted his choice. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, hoping it wasn’t the case for his future customers. Or maybe it was just him.

He quickly whips out his phone from the checkered apron he was wearing, and he took a few steps back, trying to find the best angle.

And he finally captured it, the perfect picture. One that had you in it. He smiles at the way you were in the foreground accentuating every part of his shop. Without your attention, he quickly makes it his home screen.

You hand it back, the bouquet, but for some reason, he wouldn’t accept it.

Almost because he felt the need to give you something specific to memories of him. No, he wanted to see you keep the flowers in your house, not forgetting your encounters with him.

While you were never fond of keeping dead living on display, you didn’t mind it coming from him. And soon you had to leave, not forgetting about your other duties of the day.

Parting made you feel heavy although you came to ease your senses. You sigh, again feeling the lavender tickling your nose with its recognisable scent.

You make sure to return his favourite parka, the warmth slowly fading.

The bouquet was the only part of his being you could hold onto, for now. But you couldn’t leave without giving him your number. This time, he insisted on it. And even if his parka didn’t help, his toothy grin fostered a spark in your heart, one that protected you from the cold day on your way from your temporary home.

That was when you knew that he could make anything bloom- and right now it was your heart.

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valkyrieeeee · 8 days

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💬 Skz Texts | They want you to meet their parents

*·˚ᑉ³ OT8 x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Smau, Comfort, Fluff, some angst,

ᑉ³warnings; Use of pet names, insecurities, overthinking, a little suggestive for some members but nothing crazy.

ᑉ³Authors Note; I don't love love these but I want to do more skz texts :) let me know your thoughts

Chan

Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

Jeongin

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bahablastplz · 6 days

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Make it hurt: Seungmin x Reader x Jeongin

Your best friend is a menace. A stupid, kinky menace that drags you along to a BDSM event with her when your curiosity gets the best of you. What will happen when a strangely attractive man asks you if you want to do your first scene with him and his friend? Content: smut smut smut smut smut Warnings: Talks of BDSM, use of ‘sir,’ traffic light system, dom/sub dynamics (dom Seungmin, dom Jeongin, sub reader), sensory deprivation, sensory play, fingering, choking, spanking (with a paddle), hair pulling, p in v sex, protected sex, edging, slight overstimulation, little bit of praise, little bit of degradation if you squint, lots of aftercare WC: 5900 (this is the longest smut I've ever written byeee)

Your friend is a menace. Well, that is a given. You’ve always known Lily, your best friend and roommate, to be somewhat unhinged. But now, given the circumstances you’re currently in… it was more apparent than usual.

She was involved in the BDSM community. It was something that she had started getting involved in with her boyfriend and so you were privy to hearing about some of her more… intimate experiences. She talked about what it was like being a submissive in a relationship, relinquishing any and all control to that of her dominant, coupled with sensory play, pain play, you name it.

When you expressed some interest in learning more about the BDSM community she was thrilled.

Let’s just say some of your past sexual experiences were… vanilla, for lack of a better term. While you’ve encouraged some of your previous partners to take charge or to be a little bit rougher in the bedroom, they would indulge but they never truly seemed into it. The one time a hookup agreed to choke you, however, you came harder than you ever had in your life.

When you told this to Lily, she told you that you just had to come to an event with her and her boyfriend. You weren’t too sure how you felt about this at first. Wouldn’t you just be third wheeling? She assured you that these BDSM events were a safespace for everybody of all experience levels to enjoy kink and that you would be fine to go off on your own if you needed to.

That’s how you ended up here. Just as you predicted, Lily and her boyfriend disappear the second you enter the venue, leaving you alone. Upon entry, you are given a pink wristband to show others that you’re new to the BDSM community and ‘open to learning more.’ You also pick out pins to display on your shirt, so you choose one that that says ‘submissive,’ and ‘pain slut.’ The latter you had grabbed just because you thought it was funny, but hey, if you’re here to learn more about kink then that’s what you’re going to do.

The event has a lot of different seminars to sit in on as well as vendors that sell a variety of sex toys or items for BDSM. You look at some of the silk ties and ropes they have for bondage and rope play, body-safe wax for temperature play, paddles and floggers for impact play, and even some lubes and sex toys that you have never seen before. You don’t buy anything, but you grab a lot of flyers and giveaway items that you put in a small bag to take home with you.

You also attend a seminar about kink for beginners and what green flags to look for in a dom/sub. Overall it is a very education-filled evening and you find yourself a little intimidated but also a little aroused. You know for sure by the end of the evening that this community is something that you want to continue to explore.

Sitting down at a table by yourself, you let out a loud sigh. You riffle through some of your pamphlets and check your phone to see if Lily texted you. "We're going to set up a scene in one of the play rooms!! Talk to you later! Xoxo.” She sent that text message 15 minutes ago, which means you would probably be stuck here a while longer. You let out a loud sigh again.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” You look up and your heart skips a beat when you see one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

He has shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair, shaggy but perfectly placed as it frames the front of his face. You notice his plump pink lips and sculpted face before you meet his dark eyes that give him an appearance not unlike that of a fox. Beautiful.

You realize that you haven’t responded to the man before you shake the thoughts out of your head and give him a smile.

“Yes! I mean, no no, it’s not taken. Feel free to sit!” You laugh at your own awkwardness and gesture to the chair to your left. Scanning over the man’s frame once again, you notice he’s wearing a denim coat over a nice white dress-shirt. He also has a pin on that says ‘dominant.’ Interesting.

“Are you okay?” He questions, tilting his head to the side inquisitively after sitting down.

“Huh?”

“Oh, I was just curious if you’re okay. I noticed that you were sitting alone and you were sighing, so I just wanted to make sure–”

“Oh! That’s so sweet of you! My friend kind of dragged me along with her when I told her that I was interested but um… yeah, she kind of ditched me as soon as we got here.” You run a hand through your hair and let out a breath that you had been holding. “I mean, I’m having a good time and all! But I just didn’t want my first time here to be alone, you know?”

“I’m sorry your friend ditched you,” he says sympathetically. “If it’s any consolation, it’s my first time here, too!” He holds up his wrist to show you a matching pink wristband. The action makes you smile.

“Are you here alone?” You question. “I’m just curious, you know, if this is something that a lot of beginners usually attend by themselves or if most people come here with a friend.”

“Oh no no,” he laughs. You think that his smile is cute and you can’t help it when you feel yourself warm up and get more comfortable just by his presence. “I’m here with my friend. He is a lot more experienced in being a dom, he’s been involved in the community for a few years and he told me he would show me around,” he explains.

“I see! Are you… Do you like it so far?” You try not to get shy, but to be fair this man is so unbelievably attractive.

“I do! It’s very educational. I can see myself trying to get more involved, hopefully. What about you? You’re not uncomfortable, are you? I know it must be a lot to be here by yourself since your friend left you here.” You think it’s so sweet that this guy is checking in on you so thoroughly.

“Oh, I’m fine!” You say with a big grin. “It’s been so cool so far! I definitely think I want to get more involved too. While it’s a little intimidating… it’s like… it makes me want to try it, you know? I definitely don’t want to go back to plain old vanilla sex after this, I think.” He laughs with you in understanding.

“My name’s Jeongin, by the way,” he says. “You are…”

“Y/N,” you provide.

He repeats your name, committing it to memory. “Listen, I know we’re both new at this, so don’t feel pressured at all… but would you be interested in setting up a scene with me and my friend? His name is Seungmin, he’ll be here in a few minutes if you’d like to meet him. But, he told me he would be there for my first scene, to walk me through it and make sure that everything goes right… And I don’t know if that would make you more comfortable for your first time to also have someone that is experienced… Shit, I don’t even know if you’re interested at all, and it doesn’t even have to happen right away or anything, and, um, he would be better at explaining it, but we could talk about boundaries and–”

“It’s okay, Jeongin,” you say. “I think I’m interested, actually.” He seems to perk up, as if surprised at your words. “Really?”

“Yeah! I think so. I’m a little nervous, admittedly. But… Do you think I could meet your friend first? Maybe if we talk it over a little more, I’ll feel better.”

“Of course!” He smiles, pulling out his phone. “He’ll be here in one minute.”

You don’t know why you’re surprised, but his friend Seungmin is also ridiculously attractive. He has long black hair, slightly shorter than Jeongin’s that falls around chin-length. He has bright eyes and a wide smile, almost innocently so, and he doesn’t strike you right away as someone that is an experienced dom that has been in the community for a while. He’s clear and concise when he speaks, though, setting clear boundaries with a politeness that makes you want to trust him implicitly.

The three of you talk for almost thirty minutes, surprisingly. Seungmin provides you and Jeongin with little kink surveys, which you think is almost endearing, but it helps you determine your sexual compatibility and any hard limits you have for the scene. He also talks you through protection, safewords, and the traffic light system, which you all determine will be your preferred method of communicating any hard or soft limits for the night.

You even spill the fact that you’ve been completely dissatisfied with previous partners, none of them pleasing you sexually and allowing you to completely let go the way you’ve been wanting. They nod along and you feel very comfortable sharing your experiences with them which you think is probably a green flag.

“Am I going to be having sex with the both of you?” You ask. You let out a nervous chuckle with the question, avoiding eye contact slightly but not trying to appear uncomfortable or shy about the topic.

“Do you want to?” Seungmin asks, turning the question back to you. “You need to let us know whatever you’re comfortable with, Y/N.”

“I think I want to.”

“Well, consent can be revoked at any point. If you decide you want to now but change your mind during the scene, that’s fine! You just need to communicate with us,” he explains. “Because this is your first scene, you should know that we don’t even have to have sex at all. Not all scenes have to involve sex. There’s plenty of other ways for everyone to have pleasure.” Something about the way he talks like he knows exactly what he’s talking about, so educated on the topic but also cautious to establish boundaries and make the whole process safe is so attractive to you. You hide a blush and look him in the eyes this time.

“I understand that we don’t have to. But… if you both are okay with it, I think I would like sex to be a part of the scene. Definitely with Jeongin,” you say. “But also with you, Seungmin, if you’re comfortable with that.”

“You’re doing a great job using your words!” He praises. This time you don’t conceal your blush. He takes note of that. “I think we’re pretty much set for now. Let us know if you have any questions!”

And with that, you set up a time and a place for the scene and exchange contact information before you all part ways. You find yourself exhilarated that this has just happened, but mostly you’re giddy. You’re going to do a scene. And with everything you talked about and communicated that you’re looking for, you have a feeling that it definitely won’t be a boring sexual experience.

When Lily and her boyfriend finally find you upstairs you’re more than ready to go home. She wants to grill you about everything that happened, but seeing as you’re a little annoyed that she left you to your own devices you decide not to tell her everything right away. You at least wait until you get home to let her know that you actually found a dominant that was interested in setting up a scene with you.

Before she can get the chance to lecture you about being safe, you explain to her about all of the boundaries and safe words that you set. You’re not sure how much detail you want to get into about it, but you at least promise to share your location with her during the scene so she can keep an eye on you for peace of mind.

The scene would take place in one week. Next Saturday.

In the meantime, you communicate somewhat frequently with Jeongin and Seungmin in a shared group chat. Seungmin shares articles for both you and Jeongin to read up on, and occasionally you would ask a few questions.

Saturday comes by faster than you know it.

Y/N: Should I wear anything special?

Seungmin: Innie says to wear something pink. And bring a change of clothes, something comfortable.

Seungmin: Don’t be late.

God, there are butterflies in your stomach. Is that the right terminology for this anxious yet giddy anticipatory feeling building up? You’re not sure, but when you knock on the door to Seungmin’s front door at 6:03 p.m., the feeling rises up again and again.

He leads you to his bedroom, where Jeongin is sitting on the bed. You sit in a gaming chair that accompanies a desk in the corner of his room, turning back and forth.

“Jeongin,” Seungmin says. “Do you remember the checklist?”

“Yeah,” he says to his friend. He turns to you. “How are you feeling today? Any hesitation on your end?”

“Nope,” you reply. “A little nervous, but excited.”

“Great. Remember our safe word?”

“Yeah! Traffic light system. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for ‘God, yes, keep going.’”

“Amazing. So, Seungmin and I are going to go through and show you some of what we had planned for today, just to get you familiar with some of our toys and what not. As we talked about last week, we’re looking to do some pain/impact play, and maybe some sensory play. We’re okay with edging and overstimulation. You were interested in potentially having protected sex with penetration, maybe with both of us. If you feel uncomfortable at any time or want to stop, please let us know. Does that sound good?” You nod your head and smile sweetly.

“Words,” Jeongin and Seungmin both say at the same time. You let out a light chuckle at the action.

“Yes. Yes, that sounds good, thank you,” you answer.

Jeongin shoots Seungmin a look. “Did I miss anything?”

“Nope, you covered it all! You’re off to a great start. I did want to point out that your friend was three minutes late, however, when I explicitly instructed her to be on time. Now, I want you to be in charge of this scene, since it’s your first time, but that would definitely warrant a punishment if it were me.” You blanch at his words. You didn’t think that being late by three minutes would cause an issue but the promise of a punishment has you squeezing your thighs together in anticipation.

“Oh?” Jeongin says, shooting you a sinister grin. “Look at her rubbing her thighs together, she’s already wanting to be touched. I bet she did it on purpose, hmm? Did you come here late on purpose so you could get punished?” He stalks across the room to where you’re sat, tilting your head up to make eye contact with him. His gaze is dark yet firm, and you almost find it unbelievable that this is his first scene. Already you’re finding yourself willing to submit, to follow his every command and to please him.

“No,” you stutter. “Sorry, was an accident.” You don’t break eye contact but your face heats up rapidly.

“Do you remember what you said you wanted to call me tonight? You didn’t forget, right?”

“No… no, sir. Sorry,” you say. The both of you shudder at the term. You can tell it has the desired effect on Jeongin, who grips your chin tighter before letting you go, causing your head to fall down from lack of support.

“On the bed,” he instructs. “Take off your shirt and your pants and wait for Seungmin and I to get our materials ready. If you’re wearing a bra and underwear, keep them on.”

You nod your head at him before standing up then remember to use your words. “Yes, sir.”

“Color?” He asks. His face softens for a second and you let out a shaky breath.

“Green.”

Seungmin reaches to the top of his dresser and pulls out a long box. He walks you through various items, showing you paddles and floggers, restraints, and vibrators and dildos and other various sex toys. It’s reminiscent of the BDSM event you went to the other day, you think, as he explains each item and its purpose. Eventually he pulls out a red silk blindfold and instructs Jeongin to put it on you. You feel your body start to buzz in anticipation, already excited for what is to come as his long, delicate fingers wrap the blindfold around your head.

“Cross your hands and put them above your head. Keep them there or I’ll tie them.”

You let out a breathy sigh. “Yes sir,” you say, and it’s barely a whisper.

“Jeongin, I’m going to let you take the lead here. Let me know if you have any questions,” Seungmin says. It feels like you are waiting forever, and you know your breathing speeds up when you hear someone rustling through the box. When the bed dips next to you you find yourself pressing your thighs together to get some pressure and relieve some of the tension. The feeling of Jeongin’s hands on your thigh startles you, and he kneads the flesh gently, urging you to spread your legs for him. You do so immediately.

Something soft prickles at your skin and your breath hitches. What you can only assume is a feather starts at your chest, barely touching your skin but drawing light lines. You feel hot already from the small actions, breathing when the feather draws circles on your neck. Even more so, you have to stop yourself from pressing your thighs back together when he barely touches your nipples over the fabric of your bralette.

“Oh,” you say. “That feels good.”

“Yeah?” Jeongin breathes, the ghost of a smirk evident in his voice. He sounds almost as wrecked as you do and that makes you smile.

You aren’t expecting it when he grazes your clit. You think it’s with his finger, as you can still feel the feather circling your nipple, but the action makes you whimper.

“I’m going to finger this pretty pussy,” he says. “What’s your color?”

“Green,” you answer. “So green.” His fingers slip into the waistband of your panties, lingering for a second and teasing you until you lift your hips, allowing him to remove the fabric from your body.

One finger dips shallowly into your entrance, gathering just a little bit of your wetness.

“You’re soaked,” he comments. “And I’ve barely touched you.” You nod your head at him in agreement, because you know it’s true. You’re unsure if you’ve ever been this aroused in your life.

Using your arousal coating his finger, he works small circles outside of your clit, occasionally grazing it. Each time he does your breath catches in your throat, and if you could see him you would know he has a shit-eating grin on his face, working you up so easily from teasing you.

You barely register when another body dips into the bed next to you, though Seungmin helps raise your body into a sitting position. He grabs your arms and guides them behind your back, leaning you up against him.

“I’m gonna take this off,” he whispers, fingers sliding underneath your bralette. “You did such a good job wearing pink for us, just like we asked. You’ll just do anything we tell you, won’t you? You’ll be a good girl for us and listen to what we say?” He lifts the bralette over your head, discarding it.

You feel his breath on your neck, warm. You nod and tilt your head back, leaning yourself completely into the man.

A hand wraps expertly around your exposed throat. You feel it, finger by finger curling around and pressing into your skin. It’s at this moment that Jeongin decides to thrust a finger into you, hitting deep inside. You let out a cry at both actions, sounding utterly debauched.

“This will be your last reminder to answer us when spoken to,” Seungmin says, fingers wrapping tighter around your throat. “Do you understand?”

“Yes… fuck, yes sir.”

His hand remains unmoving, keeping you in place as Jeongin stimulates you. You notice that he’s not even thrusting his finger, but rhythmically curling it inside you. You try to rock your hips into him to get more stimulation but you're kept in place by the man behind you.

“M close,” you warn. A series of whimpers and moans leave your mouth, sounds that you’re sure your body has never made before. You know you’re babbling at this point, sounding something like, “Close, so close, oh my God, please, please, I’m going to, please–”

And when a hand reaches and pinches a nipple, hard, you cum. Jeongin’s pace never changes as he helps you ride it through, and you think you’ve never had an orgasm last this long. It feels like a solid minute passes as you cry and spasm in their hold, legs shaking but remaining open. As you start to come down, you feel a hand in your hair, soothing you.

You let out a heavy breath as Jeongin finally removes his finger, slumping forward. At the same time the blindfold is removed from your head and you’re exposed to the brightness of the room again, blinking as your vision refocuses. You’re just in time to see Jeongin stick his finger into his mouth, moaning as he licks your release from his appendage.

“Color?” Seungmin asks from behind you.

“Green,” you answer, still trying to catch your breath. “That was intense. I’ve never cum that hard in my life,” you admit.

“You did so good,” Jeongin praises. “We’re going to keep going, okay? We gotta give you your punishment for being late.”

“Yes, sir.”

The next thing you see him pull out is a paddle, long and wooden with a rounded end. It looks smooth to the touch but also expensive, as if he invested a good amount of money to pick out one that suited his needs. Not that you would be able to tell the difference between this one and any other paddle, since it was your first time getting spanked in any sense of the manner.

“Bend over for me, ass in the air, okay?”

You do as you're told, burying your face in the sheets as you stick your ass up in the air. Seungmin still sits on the bed, watching.

“Gonna do ten hits, okay baby?” The pet name makes your head spin.

“Okay, sir,” you answer, remembering to use your words.

“Want you to count them for me.” And with that, he hits your ass with an experimental tap of the paddle, just a little force behind it. It stings just a bit but doesn’t necessarily hurt.

“One,” you say.

“You can do it a little harder,” Seungmin encourages.

On the same cheek follows a harder hit, one that most definitely will be red. It’s loud enough to make a distinct clapping sound echo through the room.

“Two.”

“That was better, but you can still do it harder. Don’t be afraid to put some force into it, she can tell you if it’s too much.”

Now to your other cheek comes the hardest hit yet. This one is enough for your breath to hitch in your throat, your voice shaking as you say, “Three.”

“Can I show you?” Seungmin asks, standing. Jeongin nods his head behind you and hands off the paddle to Seungmin, standing to the side. You tilt your head to the side, trying to look and see if you can anticipate the blow, but you’re not fast enough.

Seungmin reels his hand back. This time you can hear the whiff of the paddle in the air a second before it comes, and this hit causes you to cry out. You lurch forward, running away from it slightly. “Like this,” he explains. “She wants it to hurt. If you look close enough, you can see her pretty little cunt clenching. It’s going to be red, and it might bruise a little bit, but she can take it.”

Seungmin delivers a second hit just as hard as the first, and this time you moan. He’s right–you clench around nothing at the action. You didn’t realize just how much the action would turn you on. His hand comes down to soothe where he hit you, the cold from his palm soothing the skin.

“Remember to use your words baby,” he chides. “Are you supposed to be counting?”

“Yes, sir,” you stutter. “Four and five.”

“Normally, I would start over if they forget to count,” Seungmin explains to Jeongin. “But since it’s both of your first times, we can go easy on her today.” He passes the paddle back to Jeongin and stands back, arms crossed and observing.

When Jeongin delivers the next hit it’s with much more precision and force than previously. You let out a much louder moan this time.

“Six,” you breathe.

“You should see her face,” Seungmin says. “She looks pretty fucked out.”

“God, that’s so hot,” Jeongin says softly. You can feel him grab your ass and knead it in your hand and you wince, sensitive from the contact of the paddle against your skin. “You’re soaking, baby, I can see your pretty pussy glistening. So fucking dirty for us. Just a few more, okay?”

“Mhmm, okay sir.” You take the rest of your punishment well and you can tell that you’re red and sore without even looking. You start to slump forward before you feel Jeongin’s hands on your hips, grabbing you to keep you in place.

He slides a finger up and down your entrance, gathering your slick. You’re so wet you can hear it and the sound is filthy on its own. But at the little bit of contact where you’re already pulsing in need, you let out a needy sound.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says. “What’s your color?”

You let out a strangled sound before answering. “M Green.”

You hear him open the condom and you crane your head, trying to get a good look at his length. His cock is long but skinny, red and leaking already from arousal. With one hand bruising your hip he guides himself to you and you can feel him at your entrance, his tip prodding at your hole. Your breath catches in your throat and in response he rubs his cock up and down, teasing your clit.

“Fuckkk, fuck please,” you say, rocking your hips back to try to push him inside of you. When he catches at your entrance you let out a whine, only increasing in volume when he pushes into you at an agonizingly slow pace. He bottoms out and stills, and for a second the only thing you can hear in the room is your breathing. With that same strong grip on his hips he pulls out, leaving just the tip in before he slams back into you. You lurch forward at the contact, not expecting him to be so forceful. He repeats the action, setting a brutal and relentless pace. All you can think is yes, yes, yes, this is exactly what I wanted.

And so when a hand comes up and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulls you back and yanks it hard, you let out a loud sound that you know can only be described as pornographic. He uses his grip to give himself momentum, pulling you on and off of his cock and digging his nails into your hips. You wonder if you’ll have red and purple crescent-shaped indents in your skin tomorrow, and you hope the answer is yes.

Each thrust is hard enough that you let out an “ah, ah, ah,” sound. You no longer worry about sounding dumb, succumbing to the blinding pressure instead.

Steadily, he works you up to your high. You can feel yourself getting close and faster than you ever have before. You’re a babbling incoherent mess once again, trying to warn them of your approaching release. “Close, close, I’m gonna, fuck, please–”

“Edge her on your cock,” Seungmin says, interrupting you. He comes to sit on the bed, face to face with your messy appearance.

Before you can beg or plead any more, Jeongin stills inside you. Your orgasm fizzles and dissipates and you let out a strangled cry in protest. You try to rock back into him, but to no avail. Instead his hand grips tighter in your hair, pulling you up and guiding your face to Seungmin even closer. You try to look away.

Seungmin tilts your head to meet his eyes, thumbing away a tear that you hadn’t realized escaped. “You wanted to see what it’s like to be a sub, let somebody else take over? You wanted to see what it’s like to lose control? This is it, baby.” You whine for a second and he shushes you, pushing two fingers past your lips and into your mouth.

“Keep going,” Seungmin says, still looking at you. You can feel Jeongin start to rock back into you, slower now but you can still feel him pressing deep inside you. It doesn’t take long for him to work you up again, your orgasm approaching much faster than the last. You moan around Seungmin’s fingers, trying to let him know.

“You gonna cum for Innie?” Blinking up at him, you nod with your vision hazy from tears. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and you groan, catching your breath. “Look at me while you cum on his cock.”

And you do. Clenching around him tight, Jeongin works you right through your orgasm. Seungmin’s gaze never leaves yours, though through your immense pleasure you watch his eyes darken. It doesn’t take long before Jeongin finds his own release, spilling into the condom.

When he pulls out and releases his grip from your hair you surge forward, wrapping your arms around Seungmin.

“You’re doing so good,” he coos, a hand coming to graze up and down your spine that leaves shivers on your skin. “What’s your color?”

“G-green.”

“You want to keep going? Think you can take me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re doing so good, so good baby.” He comes undone from your embrace, a hand coming up to soothe your aching scalp for a second. He positions himself behind you, contemplating before flipping you over to face him. You watch your own chest rise and fall from your heavy breathing and you will it to slow, watching the blank expression on his face. He reaches behind his neck to pull his shirt off, revealing his slightly toned figure.

He pushes his jeans down his legs and frees his cock which looks painfully hard. He’s not as long as Jeongin but he’s thicker, and you don’t even have time to think about how he’s going to feel before he’s sliding the condom on and pushing in, slightly stretching you out in the process.

“Shit, sensitive,” you warn.

“You can take it,” he says. “If you need to use your color system you can.” You nod at him in confirmation, wincing from the sensitivity as he starts fucking into you. You can’t help how hard you’re squeezing around him already. When Jeongin settles behind you, cradling your head in his lap, you can’t help but look up at him with wide eyes. Seungmin sets a steady pace, pounding into you deep but not as hard as Jeongin had. After a few consistent thrusts he’s lifting your legs up, pushing them towards your chest.

“Keep these here,” he tells you. With shaky hands you hold yourself in place, presenting yourself for him. This new angle allows him to reach impossibly deeper and you can feel the wet slap of his hips against the back of your thighs with every thrust. “Fuck, so good for us,” he grunts. “Such a perfect little slut for us, yeah? God, Jeongin, touch her clit, I’m already fucking close.”

Jeongin does as instructed, reaching down to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves with expertly skilled hands. His other hand reaches to thumb at your nipple, causing you to close your eyes and tilt your head back.

Your thighs are trembling and before you can even say anything your orgasm is ripped out of you, blinding you with how suddenly it came on.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hear as Seungmin snaps his hips into two more times before you feel him twitch, filling up the inside of the condom.

You finally catch your breath as he stills, pulling out of you. He stands up to discard the condom and you almost don’t catch the whine that leaves your mouth.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m right here. Neither of us are going anywhere,” Jeongin says, his words soothing the discomfort that had started to bubble in your chest. You’ve never felt so clingy before after sex but you feel at ease when Jeongin wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you further into his lap.

When Seungmin returns he slides into a pair of sweats and joins you on the bed. They both dote on you for several minutes, comforting you and soothing the areas of your skin that had received more harsh treatment.

Seungmin finally speaks, “That was intense, but you did so good for your first time. Do you feel okay? Is there anything that you didn’t like?”

You shake your head at him. “That was like, everything I’d ever dreamed of, honestly.” They both let out a soft chuckle at that.

“I liked it too,” Jeongin said. “You looked so… God I loved making you look like that. That was a lot of fun.” You had almost forgotten that it was his first scene, too. You weren’t sure what you were expecting going into everything but you were more than happy with the outcome, moreso with the amount of open communication that they had had with you. You smile happily and nuzzle your head against the bed, almost dozing off.

“Hey hey, I’m gonna run you a shower, okay?”

“Don’t want to leave you,” you mumble.

“Innie can join you in the shower and then we can take a small nap if you’d like, yeah? I have to change my sheets and you need to get cleaned up.” You hear the shower running in the other room and barely register it when Jeongin scoops you up and brings you to the shower. He holds you steady as you rock back and forth under the warm stream of water, even going as far as scrubbing your skin and toweling you dry.

When you get under the covers you hum as you feel a warm pair of arms wrap around your frame, pulling you close. Another body lays to your other side, running a hand through your hair.

“I want to do this again,” you say, your brain still in a deep-fried haze. You smile at the sound of laughter.

“Sure, baby. We can talk about it when we wake up.” *** Part 3/4 of the threesome series!! Ahhh this one took me forever to write but I hope y'all enjoy!! (TBH I have absolutely no experience with this kind of thing IRL but I tried my best and I did some research lol) Masterlist Recs Taglist: @lolareadsimagines @elizalabs3/ let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for this series

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sugawhaaa · 8 months

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🧸Masterlist🧸

Smut- red

Fluff- pink

Multiple parts-orange

Audio- purple

Other- green

Angsty- blue

Request notes

I will not write ANYTHING member x member smut or not.

I will not write any knife play or anything else that would be hurting the reader or idol/character on purpose for sexual purposes.

I will not write any r4pe tropes.

If I find it uncomfortable to write I have every right to not write it, regardless.

!Xdinary heroes!

Gunil

Wet- coming soon

Boyfriend headcanons-

Jungsu

Karma- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/721762897201659904/jungsu-x-reader?source=share

Cuddling your soft kitten-

Gaon

It hurts so good- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/724867734283911168/gaon-x-reader?source=share

Bf headcanons- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/715931098010517504/thinking-of-gaon-as-your-boyfriend?source=share

Smut audio-

Interrupting Fox-

I can do better than that stupid little toy-

Gaon your nails are wet!-

Sk8ter Boi part. 2-

O.de

Boyfriend headcanons- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/716499714880733184/thinking-of-ode-as-your-boyfriend-fluff-head?source=share

Lipstick-

Junhan

Shy little bunny-

https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/715323164230615040/junhan-x-reader?source=share

Boyfriend headcanons- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/716068336083009536/thinking-of-junhan-as-your-boyfriend-fluff-head?source=share

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727033390079033344/junhan-smut-audio?source=share

I don't want the members seeing you like this-

Communication-

Jooyeon

Not any yet

Mutli member

Horny and alone-coming soon

TXT

Soobin

Sit here- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727391387890450432/soobin-one-shot?source=share

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727368090979057664/txt-soobin-audio-that-would-be-but-only?source=share

Yeonjun

Yes I know that he's my ex {part 1.} https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727486818705145856/yeonjun-x-reader?source=share

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727480265079980032/begging-for-a-yeonjun-audio-please?source=share

Beomgyu

Getting fucked hard. - coming soon

I'm yours?- coming soon

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/726951724395495424/beomgyu-smut-audio?source=share

Beomgyu thoughts- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/720944693800747008/beomgyu-thoughts?source=share

Tied up in your beauty- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/721034642858393600/beomgyu-x-reader?source=share

I just wanna sit back and watch my princess ride my thigh- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/725318404227088384/beomgyu-one-shot?source=share

Taehyun

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727098027450433536/taehyun-smut-audio?source=share

Teasing terry till he can't take it - https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/724845872324722688/taehyun-x-reader?source=share

Kai

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727366594374828032/idk-if-anyone-has-asked-for-this-but-can-you-do-a?source=share

Multi member

Oh think you can handle both of us cutie~?- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/725264984103321600/oh-you-think-you-can-handle-both-of-us-cutie?source=share

Stray kids

Bangchan

Smut audio. 1 https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727076612261216256/bangchan-smut-audio-reminder-this-is-just?source=share

Smut audio. 2 https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727543853151830016/my-god-please-please-please-please-please-please?source=share

Lee know

Kitten- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/720785308490268672/lee-know-x-reader?source=share

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727348807422148608/pls-we-need-a-leeknow-smut-audio-itd-be-so-hot?source=share

Changbin

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727387597370966016/pls-omg-im-begging-for-a-changbin-smut-audio?source=share

Hyunjin

Smut audio. 1- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/726900231259701248/hyunjin-smut-audio-im-working-on-a-ton-of?source=share

Smut audio. 2- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727474107258699776/can-i-request-a-smut-audio-of-hyunjin-eating-you?source=share

If love was poison we would drink it anyway part. 1- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/721217899586519040/hyunjin-x-reader?source=share

Han

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727177363865157632/han-smut-audio?source=share

Chocolate- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/718202900375126016/chocolate-han-one-shot-genre?source=share

Felix

Im just doing my job p.1- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/721096422556057600/felix-x-reader-part-1?source=share

Just friends p.2 -https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727546788001808384/felix-x-reader?source=share

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/726866556415541248/felix-smut-audio-reminder-this-is-just-for?source=share

Your body- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/719659422178213888/lee-felix-one-shot?source=share

Seungmin

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727011817433563136/seungmin-smut-audio?source=share

I.N

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/726296426604265472/jeongin-smut-audio?source=share

Rainism- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/718788754293374976/rainism?source=share

If only it were a birdie- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/719588116596490240/jeongin-x-reader?source=share

Multi member

Love bites- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/726118441796435968/love-bites?source=share

Hypersexual reaction- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/721846304387547136/stray-kids-reaction?source=share

P1harmony

Theo

Ex? Part. 1- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/720605830566838272/theo-one-shot?source=share

Keeho

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/726926448581099520/keeho-smut-audio-smth-about-this-audio-got?source=share

Cutie- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/723232924671082496/keeho-x-reader?source=share

Its okay I love you- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/719322771955548160/keeho-x-reader?source=share

Lingerie- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/720236949078736896/keeho-x-reader?source=share

Jiung

Warming you up- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/723645750345613312/jiung-x-reader?source=share

Bf headcanons- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/724135357052026880/dating-jiung-would-include?source=share

Soul

Bath time- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/718432920946278400/bath-time?source=share

Multi member

Not any yet.

BTS

Jungkook

Morning routine- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/720376159037259776/jungkook-x-reader?source=share

Euphoria- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/719494297616072704/jungkook-x-reader?source=share

KINKTOBER 2023

-Coming soon

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meowsforyujin · 1 month

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Tradition’s/weekly activities with bf!skz

Warnings: slightly suggestive

Chan- taking you out to dinner

Oh you best believe Chan is taking you out on Friday nights, whether it's a fancy restaurant or fast food, he’s taking you out. You protested a lot early on in the relationship, that taking you out to dinner this often wasn’t necessary but after a while you gave up. Chan loves it when you get dressed up for him. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t think you need to dress up for him, but he can’t help but smile when he sees you in a nice dress with fancy makeup. It makes him feel special, knowing he’s the only man you’d do this for. And don’t worry, he spoils you all the time with new dresses that you wear to your dinner dates too. But of course he always tells you that you don’t have to dress up. You’re fully aware that he wouldn’t be upset or love you any less if you dressed normally, but you also know how much he loves it when you dress up.

Game night- Lee Know

You and Minho are both competitive, and that’s what drew you two together in the first place. So obviously it makes sense that every Friday you play games against each other. Sometimes you two make it interesting though, whether it’s loser has to chicken dance in front of their boss, or loser gets on their knees. ( Although you both equally enjoy the second punishment ) And you can’t help it because oh Minho is so hot when he’s competitive.

Bike riding- Changbin

You cannot be bothered to work out, even if your boyfriend is addicted to the gym. There is one thing however, that you’ll agree to. You like bike rides a lot, and Changbin always wants to work on his thigh muscles, so it works out. You two don’t typically talk much, just laugh and giggle, enjoying the wind and each other's company. Eventually you get tired and Changbin loves to pretend he’s your personal trainer. He likes to yell positive encouragement at you, and you love to groan and roll your eyes. It works. It may not seem like much but you beg to differ, it’s your favorite part of the week. Partially because of the bike ride, partially because he treats you like a baby when you two get home. He feeds you while praising you, “You did so well today baby”, and you pretend to be annoyed but he knows you love it.

Take out- Hyunjin

Every Friday you and Hyunjin order take out and eat in while sitting on the counter and gossip. This may be the most stupid specific thing, but it’s not to you. Hyunjin wasn’t ever one who liked school, but he loves to learn about you. You’re his favorite subject. He loves hearing your hot takes, even if it’s been said before by someone else. Why did it end up that you both always sit on the counter in your apartment? You don’t know, but that’s how it is. You two also like to order from a new place every time, and talk about it as if you were both food critics. Hyunjin loves analyzing you so much, the way your brain works interests him. You usually don’t realize until much later that you’re talking so much, and worry that Hyunjin’s annoyed. But in reality he’s just watching you lovingly, not annoyed at all.

Movie night- Han

Out of all the members, Han is the most movie night type of guy no doubt. Every Friday you and Han decide on a movie and watch it together. You two always huddle up with an astounding amount of snacks that neither of you ever finish. As much as you love it at home, Han loves the movie theater. He’s like a kid every time he goes, always in absolute awe. Which is the sole reason why whenever he offers to go to the theater, you never decline. How could you? He’s so adorable, eyes big and glowing from the reflection of the screen. Although you don’t see a lot of difference between seeing the movie at home vs the theater, Han has a whole list of why the movie theater experience is so much better. One of the things on his list he won’t tell you however, but Han likes to show you off. You’re not one for PDA, but movie nights always include make out sessions, you don’t make the rules. Han likes knowing that other guys who did anything so much perceived you could know that it’s him that takes you home every night, and even get a little glimpse of what it’s like.

Late night strolls- Felix

Felix is most definitely one to walk and talk. Every Friday you two go on a walk to watch the sunset and recap your week. Felix feels that as your boyfriend, he should have the right and privilege to know everything that has happened to you in the past week that he didn’t know. Mostly because he just loves hearing you talk, but also because he really likes to be involved with your life (as if he isn’t already). Then when you get home you both take a bath together, and do each other's nightly routine, because Felix is a sucker for cheesy couple activities (you are too but won’t admit it).

Coffee-Seungmin

Okay we all saw this coming, obviously Seungmin takes you for coffee every Saturday morning. And you swear your heart flutters every time he orders for you, you can’t help but feel special that the rarely affectionate Kim Seungmin remembers your complicated ass order. You tease him every time saying “you remembered” and he just scowls “duh don’t get too flattered, we come every weekend. I’d be stupid if I didn’t remember.” Sometimes but not every time, you go to the bookstore across the street from the coffee shop. It’s nice but you don’t typically care for books. What you do care for however, is when you and Seungmin curl up together by the window while he reads to you. You’re never paying attention though of course, and he nags at you for it. But how could you? He’s just too handsome not to look at. And you have to savor every sweet moment with him when he’s not nagging you or making fun of you.

Ice Cream- Jeongin

Jeongin never really cared for ice cream until he met you. In fact, your first date was at an ice cream shop. He’ll lie and say that he takes you for ice cream every Friday because he loves ice cream, but it’s really because he loves how cute you look when you eat it. You always get chocolate, and it always manages to get all over you. You used to get embarrassed when Jeongin would laugh and take your chin in his hands while tentatively wiping your face, but now you just let him without being embarrassed.

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Restroom

(A/n: theres a suprise at the end HEHEHE)

Warnings: implied exhibitionism, masturbating, implied group sex, language, reader is a dirty motherfucker, I think thats all?

Not proof read❗

Wc: 1,711

"Listen y/n you're just a fucking stylist okay? You only make their outfits, not their boner." You think to yourself as you watch the boys dance and sing on the dimly lit stage with your eyes filled with guilt and lust combined together, rubbing your thighs together to hopefully get rid of the pool that has formed in between them but it wouldn't work, definitely not when they're thrusting they hips up in the air and throwing their heads back.

Is that what it looks like when their fucking you? The cold air around you is starting to feel humid just by the thought of it. Part of you feels guilty for thinking about your coworkers in such a disgusting way but another part of you swears that if no one was around right now you would be touching yourself wishing it was their hands instead of your own, moaning their name as loud as you can.

I mean, it's not like anyone can hear you over Stays screams and their loud singing.You weren't gonna do until you saw them sweating because of the dances they were doing and DAMN what wouldn't you do to lick it off of them. You couldn't just brush that off so, like any normal human being, you just went into the restroom to let go of that steam. Touching yourself in all ways that you want them to touch you, taking your hand up to your boobs to grab and squeeze one of them, grinding on your hands as you were fingering yourself, imagining how much better you could feel if it was the idols doing it. You knew their cocks would be much longer than your fingers and how much ecstasy they would give you making your eyes roll back at the thought.

Your silent moans of each of their names becoming louder while you come undone on your fingers, your hair sticking onto your forehead because of your sweat. And of course you will never admit this but a small part of you wanted at least one of them to come backstage and hear your dirty pleas and then go into the bathroom with you to give you that pleasure you wanted. No. needed so bad.

And the thing is… they did hear. All of them heard you when they came backstage to take a break and change costumes.

Well actually, Han was the one that heard it through the music that was playing outside and loud fans singing along. He was "walking" running towards the bathroom feeling like he would combust if he didn't use it right away, but when he got there he heard a sensual moan coming from a voice that he was very familiar with. Your voice. He first thought he was going crazy until he looked around without moving to only see you missing so he knows that it must be you.

Then, he heard his name spill out of your mouth so gracefully. Causing his eyes to roll back to his head as he silently groaned, palming his already hard on (he's whipped for you fr). Suddenly he didn't need to pee but he did need to be inside of you, he needed to hear you say his name while watching you crumble and fall apart on his cock.

"G-guys" Han stumbled on his own words, coming out as a mere whisper.

The members all looked at him. Giving him a look of concern before walking up to him. "What's wr-" Chan was talking before he got interrupted by a moan from the restroom but unlike Han, he instantly knew it was you. "Ah again really?" Chan sighed while putting his head in his hand. "Wait.. AGAIN? You're telling me this isn't the first time? And you KNEW ABOUT IT?" Han yelled, giving Chan a confused and shocked stare, causing Chan to cover the boy's mouth shut.

And Chan in fact did know about your dirty secret but the thing was.. you didn't know he knew and Han mentioning it made him think of when he caught you in the act. It was when they were supposed to be in the middle of performing but chan had accidentally ripped his shorts while dancing so he went backstage sweating and panting and walking through all of the staff offering him water that he definitely needed but he just needed to find you so he can go back on stage and have fun with his members and stay. But you were nowhere to be found, he couldn't find you anywhere.

He asked other staff about your whereabouts but none of them knew about your disappearance either. so, he kept looking around in hopes to be able to find you to fix his pants ASAP. But then, when he passed the restroom he heard someone say something that sounded like Felix's name from the restroom and sounded like a moan? He thought he was hearing things until he heard his name come out of a voice that he knew too well and of course it was you.

He felt his pants become tighter despite the huge hole in them. Fuck you sounded so good and it was because of him and his members. It was because of him. He needed to make you scream louder for him, he needed you to beg for him to ruin you just like how you were doing in the restroom, he knew he could do better than your fingers and reach places you wish your fingers could reach.

"Hyung, you there?" Jeongin waves his hand up and down in front of Chan's face, resulting in Chan refocusing on his surroundings and instinctively slapping his hand away "You could've just told me to move my hand." "Yeah I'm sorry let's just go before she catches us right here and thinks we're creeps." The boys then hear the water in the bathroom sink turning on signaling you've finished, making them rush to any seat near them to make it as if they weren't just about to jerk off to your moans.

As you walk out you see the boys on their phones sitting in chairs that are way too close to the restroom for your comfort but you thought since you're not getting confronted by any of them you believed that either they didn't hear you or they just walked in but of course they didn't just walk in because wouldn't they have sweat on them and be drinking water? Either way at least they didn't catch you, right?

You went to get some water to cool off from your previous activity that you just finished and to your surprise, when you got back to the front there were no chairs left but you could've sworn there was a chair between Changbin and Chan.. but it's okay, things like that happens all the time so after getting the boys all together with their outfits you just stand while watching the clock. 30 more minutes until they leave again. Great, you have to deal with the pain standing up for 30 minutes.

When the boys were sure there wasn't anyone around, Chan gave Changbin a nod of approval as Changbin turned his head around to you before speaking "Y/n aren't you gonna sit?" "Oh no I'm fine you guys just finished performing you shouldn't have to get up because of me." You shook your hand side to side in a way to say "it's no biggie" but Changbin just chuckled while shaking his head "Who said anything about me getting up?" "Well if you weren't gonna get up why'd you say th-" You got cut off by Changbin pulling you to sit on his lap.

"B-Bin what the fuck?" You tried to move yourself to get up but his arms are wrapped around your waist and pulling you back down "Just relax." Changbin then put his head in the crook of your neck to place gentle kisses receiving a little whimper out of you in return "You okay? I'll stop if you don't want me to." "N-no it's not like that but what about-" "Us?" Chan says, putting his hand on your thigh, your breath getting caught in your throat at the sudden action as your eyes wided. Is this really happening? You think to yourself.

"We heard you in the bathroom, moaning our names-" Seungmin chuckles as he gets up from his seat to walk over to where you, Changbin, and Chan were, bending down to meet your eyes as he continues "you sounded like a slut." Oh shit. They did hear. "That's right baby girl we heard you" "it really wasn't that hard to hear you as loud as you were so here's just a little tip for you-" Chan goes to your ear to whisper the rest "the next time you decide to masturbate in a room full of people be a little bit quieter, yeah?" Your mind was so wrapped on Chan's breath fanning over your ear, you didn't realize that the rest of the members had walked over to you, their stares giving you goosebumps.

"Do you really want this Y/n?" Felix asks while going down on his knees, pushing your legs apart to slot his face in between them, peppering them with kisses as Changbin and Chan kisses down your neck "Yes please I want it so bad" You look down and feel your face get hotter as you feel Changbin finally bite down on your neck leaving a mark on your skin. Then, you look up and see Hyunjin looking into your eyes before setting his lips on yours, the kiss transforming from a gentle, cute kiss to a sloppy and deep makeout session.

Your hand goes up to Hyunjin's hair to pull him closer, letting out a little moan when you feel Felix's and Minho kissing on both of your thighs "Don't worry princess there's more where that came from" Felix says as his hand dips inside your thigh to rub his hand on your clothed clit making you arch your back, whining into the kiss when Minho stopped kissing your thigh.

"Felix, what are you waiting for? Give the slut what she wants" Minho orders.

Hope you liked the cliffhanger lmao I mean its Halloween so I had to be evil y'know?💀

❗please dont copy my work❗

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txtmetonight · 5 months

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Pouty Lips

call summary ⋆ ★ When sleepy, pouty lips gain a bit of attraction

pairing *. * Ot8 x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ Fluff, Angst with comfort (Han's)

warnings *. * Crude language, Drinking, Fighting (Han), Petnames, Grammar

call duration⋆ ★ 4.4k

a/n*. * Thought of this when my lips were a bit swollen from sleeping in longer than I should've. Also didn't realize that the scenarios get longer as you read for each person until I was done writing. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

taglist ⋆ ★ @kflixnet

Chan · • . ° .

Sunlight was now deemed your biggest rival, though Chan thought the exact opposite. Whereas the blinding light was on a mission to wake you up, ripping you from your slumber, the same sunlight always cast a heavenly glow on you, and every morning it was Chan’s fulfillment to wake up before you to watch you glow, oh so beautifully.

He thought you were the most prettiest person he’d ever lay sight on, and God forbid him to ever miss the sight where you were so stunningly ethereal that it hurt. When his eyes fluttered open, he found you in his arms, wound to him as close as you could get. Chan’s mouth curls into a gentle smile as he traces his fingers against your face; your forehead then to your nose, to your cheeks, and then back to your nose before he drags his fingers over your lips.

Plump from the previous night and gathered into a pout, a strong pull forces him to softly connect his own lips with yours, noses brushing with each other before he peppers a couple of more. The way that he felt with you was mind-shattering and gut-wrenching, and with full honesty, he thought he was about to die...because he just loved you so much.

“Channie you’re worse than the damn sun” You whine, yet you cuddle right back into him, savoring the kisses he planted. “Really? Then you don’t want any more of my kisses?” You shoot your eyes open, trying to get used to the brightness as you shake your head, mumbling into his jaw. “You know what I mean...keep kissing me loser” He chuckles at your words while he raises your chin up to pucker your lips.

“You’re so cute, I think you’re doing something to my heart!” He locks lips with you once more, and this time he deepens the kiss, your fingers snaking through his hair, gently pulling on it. His hands slip under your nightwear to dig into your bare skin, pulling back when oxygen is needed. Chan’s soft touches slip you back into a world where it is just you two. Where you felt yourself melt into him, so mushy and soft.

“One more” You pout, and he just couldn’t say no.

Minho · • . ° .

“The cat looks just like Dori, No?”

But when you don’t respond, he looks down right at you, smiling at what he found. You’ve fallen asleep in his lap during the second round of the movie night, exhausted from the first after all your saved-up energy was wasted in hiding under the covers when the suspense got too intense, or flinching when the scene directed a jump scare.

So, Minho wasn’t quite surprised when he found you softly snoring against his neck, arms wrapped tightly around him. He softly brushes his hair out of your face, heart becoming full when he notices you chase after his warmth, shoving your cheek into his collarbone, having him giggle at how cute you are. Moments like this were always rare, due to his extremely hectic schedule, but when the time comes, and he’s trapped in your spangled web of love, the concept of a clock becomes unknown.

Sinking into a small sigh, he lowers the volume of the TV before he while himself getting tired, not that it was hard when your warmth engulfed him whole. Eyes blinking slowly, he yawns into your shoulder, absolutely enamored with you. You were just so kind and angelic, there’s not a moment that passes by where he wonders if you were truly a gift of God.

Because what did he do in his past life to have you?

Minho indulges in his own desires as he takes small selfish peeks at you, each time his eyes waver back to his face, they land on a different feature, a fun game that he likes to play with you. But when his vision gazes onto your lips, he’s a goner. It seems though that biting your lip throughout that movie had swollen them red and pink. He doesn’t dare to blink, but he does decide to lean closer to nuzzle your head, before he lands a long-lasting peck on the corners of your lips.

And right as he was about to do it again, he catches something; your lips had just twitched into a smile! Grinning brightly, he pokes at your cheeks and pulls you closer, landing kisses over kisses onto your lips, unable to hold himself back.

“You sly fox, you were awake this whole time!”

You start laughing into his desperate kisses, nodding and he really wishes that this moment could last forever.

Changbin · • . ° .

Blearily blinking your eyes, you yawn into your arms as you check the time, grumbling when you notice how late it has...and yet your boyfriend is still not here! With a chaste kiss to the cheeks, and lengthy hug because you didn’t want to let go, he promised that he wouldn’t stay too late at the gym again, that he would be right back in time for your home-cooked meals.

But as the time shows, his deadline expired thirty mins ago. It wasn’t that you were mad at him, nor were you in the ever so slightest disappointed, you just wanted your boyfriend by your side, where he didn’t overwork himself but rather sunk in the presence of comfort.

You knew him too well to know that he ached everywhere from head to toe, and he truly deserved a break, but it seems though that he doesn’t think the same. So, after many days of intricate planning, you had an amazing fool-proof plan!

You were just going to have him under your hold, refusing to let him go until he gave up!

Yet your eyes were starting to droop, and you felt yourself blank out several times with your head slowly swaying to an unknown beat. And before you know it, you’re knocked out cold and snoring, head slightly tilted to the side uncomfortably from the way you positioned yourself on the couch.

Sniffling in your sleep, you don’t notice the door slowly opening, creaking in its wake to let a very familiar person in, his eyes slightly enlarged when he catches a glimpse of you. Changbin as tired as he was, cracks a very small smile, electric buzzing shocking his veins alive. Even with hands splayed everywhere messily and your neck craned weirdly, he still knows that you’re the most beautiful person in this whole world.

He takes gentle steps, careful enough to not make a peep but he can’t help but gasp at you, leaving him quite breathless. Getting down on his knees, he kneels near your face while he slowly rubs your cheeks, while his eyes don’t leave your lips.

He shuts his lids and as though it was written in his blood, he leans forward and places a small kiss on your lips. And immediately you stir awake, subconsciously reciprocating it back to him, mumbling into the kiss.

“You stink Binnie, go take a shower!”

“I told you not to stay awake for me! Ho–hum guess I have to stay home tomorrow, for my tired baby” He laughs, before picking you up and taking your giggling figure into the bathroom with him.

Your plan had worked...in a way.

Hyunjin · • . ° .

When Hyunjin told you that you were his muse; his one and only, and the one that he wanted to draw for the rest of his life, you thought you were lucky. But now, you really preferred sleep and he was certainly not making it easy. His sharp eyes were trained on the canvas for a while, littered with the many colors of you, painting your personality and his whole heart onto the white space.

From the way that your lips quirked, or the way that your hair nestled on your forehead or even the slightest scrunch of your nose, he was unable to find a flaw in you. You were so lovely inside and out, and that’s why he fell in love with you the moment his eyes landed on yours in the quiet library, the music he was blasting through his headphones suddenly tuned out, because God you were so romantic and dazzling. And when he asked you right there and there to model for him, he knew that he was blowing in the right direction that his heart was pulling him towards.

His eyes drift upwards towards your own eyelids, ready to feature one of his favorite parts of you, but he finds them closed, barely even fluttering when the wind from the opening window slowly brushes a strand for you. Lips slacked open a little, and pouty from the way that you kept it when you quietly sulked to him that you were tired of being still, he thinks you look perfect.

Looking back to his canvas, he lovingly cuts through the paint with his small brush, capturing every detail of you perfectly. The sun outside beams at the fullness of hearts, one sleeping and the other admiring, it could stay out here forever, peeking through the beige curtains, watching the two lovers. Hyunjin stalks forward, and faintly bends down to your level, studying your lips.

"You're so pretty, babe,” He sighs before landing a kiss on you, knowing that you couldn’t hear him, rather too lost in your dreams to comprehend. Hyunjin wonders if you were dreaming about him? He stares at you, remembering a night when he was scrolling though his phone and a small video popped up, explaining that almost every person has three to four dreams at night, but you wake up amnesiac and forget them. It was so intriguing that he went as far as to even search it up, and it was true!

And even though he forgets his dreams, he knows that every single nightly dream was about you. Kissing you so sweetly just like he liked, holding you close to him, protecting you from everything evil.

Taking another look at you, he takes another swig at your lips, and he happily hums when you grin against him, tugging him forward by his hair, and he really figures that he should really paint him kissing you next, because honestly–you look best with your lips against his.

Jisung · • . ° .

Arguments weren’t actually that rare–they were more pitiful and stupid and were resolved in a few minutes if both parties tried hard enough. And for you, Han was always a little less stubborn, a little less demanding, and likewise from your side. But today was long and tiring, and he wasn’t sure if his mental and physical capability could even hold him up anymore.

So, when he walked in through the wooden door, trudging with rocks in his shoes like the previous nights, you were partly sure that this night was going to be eventfully bad, more so than the others. You rush to his side, take his heavy bag away from him, and close the door right behind him. You kiss his jaw and expect him to come to dinner, maybe you could even run him a warm bubble bath and join him, he had always liked that, but he decides to have different plans.

Han instead slumps towards the guest bedroom, leaving you behind in your apron with you calling his name. You were calm, you had to be, you weren’t scared of him (you scoffed at the thought), and you keep note that whatever he screamed at you doesn’t mean anything and never will.

But how far could you take his words to heart, before the organ explodes?

He didn’t mean to call you the worst girlfriend ever, he didn’t mean to compare you to his past exes, deeming them better when you both know that you’re the only one he’s ever had a healthy romantic relationship with, and he definitely didn’t mean to say that he didn’t love you and that he was going to leave soon enough.

The words puncture and deflate him internally right when your fleeting tears leave the doorway, letting the silence consume him whole. He winces at your shared bedroom softly close, and he thinks he would’ve felt a tad bit better if you had violently snapped it in your wake.

He wasn’t sure what to do now, but he was sure that you were going to leave him. And fuck he really didn’t want that. You were his oxygen, his blood, his light, food, water, home, everything. But he also knew that you adored space as much as he did, and he respected that. Yet his fingers ache to reach out to you, pretty quickly, and after much thought, he fulfills his wishes.

Pressing his ear against the door, his heart drops when he doesn’t hear a thing. Maybe you had left him for good, and it doesn’t blame you in the slightest, his mood had been sour for a while but you’ve been so good for him, when you shouldn’t have. Perhaps, enough was enough for you. Wet pearls track down his face, heart hammering heavily in his chest almost like a drum roll, preparing him for his worst.

But the unfavorable doesn’t come...because you’re still there, swaddled in a baby blue blanket, turned the other way. “(Y/n)” He softly calls, trying not to eat chew on his hand while sobbing into it. You don’t answer him, and he takes it that you’re probably ignoring him. But as he comes closer, he notices the deep breathing and your small snores

You were sleeping.

Smiling sadly, he perches on the floor, placing his arm in the small space on the bed, near your chest. He drinks in your features before he leans forward placing a lasting kiss on your puffy lips, tears rolling down even more. He slowly wipes away your tracks, tracing your eyes. He places his lips on yours again, closing his eyes, chuckling. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean any of that. I can leave if you’d like. You’re probably tired of me”

“I’m not tired. Please don’t leave”

He flinches in shock, eyes fluttering close once more when you angle your head closer, leaving your lips on his, both darlings pouring their words into that one kiss.

Felix · • . ° .

You were caught by your own reflection watching another fan cam of your boyfriend, cans of your favorite beer littering the couch. You ashamedly stare at yourself through the dark TV screen, hair a mess and cheeks flushed red from consuming a bit too much alcohol to label yourself as tipsy but a little less than blackout drunk. Waving your arms in front of you to clear the haze, your eyes are directed to the video finally playing, and your heart stomach drops achingly, and your brain swims around and around.

His kind eyes, perky smile, gorgeous freckles, calloused hands, warmth, love, and home, you missed all of him. Yet unfortunately, it was going to be a long while before you could be coddled in his arms and touch him how you want to. You finally find the courage to head to bed, stumbling while you clean up the place, knowing that you don’t want to wake up to a disaster.

Your hands wringing as they push down the recliner, you fight with yourself only to give in and go to the freezer to grab another can, taking it to bed with you, unaware that the love of your life was just a mere hour away from you.

“Slow down mate, you’ll be with her soon enough!”

The man on the phone blares but Felix pays no mind, rather speeding up his long legs and taking far strides. The airport was mild with the presence of people, most likely because it was currently exactly two hours past midnight. He meant to be home earlier, catch you earlier, and surprise you earlier while the other boys relaxed in Los Angeles for a few nights more.

But the flight was delayed, and he was seated on the plane, later than he expected, excitement thriving well and alive. With two suitcases (one of them being dedicated entirely to your gifts) rolling behind him, he scurries, attracting attention from the stray onlookers. A part of him hopes that you are still awake, and the other hopes not, then obviously your beauty sleep comes before him, not that you needed it, you were already so stunning.

The last few months were hard, and all he craves is you. He misses the way that your touch makes him feel safe, the way that your smile lights up the whole room, your drunken confessions to him, and most importantly of all he just misses you, period.

Whipped as he was, he’s been staying awake for a while, imagining what he would do when he came back to you, his darling girlfriend. He was going to shower with kisses, join you in the shower, finally get a good night’s rest with you, and then not let you out of his arm's length, to make up for lost time of course.

Without knowing it, he finds himself seated in the familiar black company car, and his heart flutters amidst its beating, a smile curling up his face when he soon realizes the landscape around him blends into a more comfortable one. The one that he knew from the back of his hand, where he could run home with his eyes closed, and oh his lungs stutter as a very homely driveway comes into view. Like a zombie that’s obsessed with you, he clasps his luggage and dazedly walks home.

Where you would be. In your pajamas. And curled up in a soft blanket. For a second, he lets his fingers run themselves over the lock of the door, incapable of thinking about anything other than you. And finally, he inserts the metal key and lets himself in, eyes immediately crinkling at such a warming feeling that blossoms in his chest.

His eyes dart over the place, picture to picture of you two, and then to the clock, where it strikes three. Your boyfriend wastes no time closing the door softly behind him so he can stalk to your shared room, where he could find you, doing exactly as he pictured– except you look where better than he could imagine.

It seems though that you’ve passed out while drinking, an unfinished bottle near the bed stand (that he takes a little more than a few sips of). Slightly bending, his eyes cross your entire face, just silently admiring you before they get glued to your ravenous lips that were swollen.

Leaning closer, he places a long and deepening kiss, falling into a space where you are occupied. The place in his brain that was filled with you. Taking your cheeks, he pulls you closer and gives into the temptation of giving you another kiss, which slowly spreads around your face, and this time you wake up, eyes blinking hazily.

“Felix?”

“I’m back home, sweetheart”

Seungmin · • . ° .

He knew that it was a bad idea to dance in the rain with you. But he seriously couldn’t say no to your enlarged eyes, and your puckered lips, when you relentlessly begged. And as much as he would hate to admit it, the scene was so intimate.

With you in his arms, cold and soaked but emitting such a large amount of warmth, he wanted you forever, to spend his every last moment. He wished to keep you in his pocket, and every time he ponders upon it, his heart clenches in adoration.

You were just so adorably cute, everything you did was heart-wrenching. But of course, the fun never really lasted for long, because the next day, you were awoken with an angry fever flushing through your body and a heavy nose.

The aching through your body had penetrated your unconscious form as your groaning awakens the man next to you, his nose scrunching when he nuzzles into your neck, only to find it steaming hot. With sweat dampening on your face, your expression pulled into one of discomfort, it doesn’t take your boyfriend long to realize that you were sick–or rather the beginning of the illness.

Gentle hands, trace down your cheeks, dragging them to your chin which he takes into the pink of his fingers, his palm trying to shake you awake. Your cheeks were flushed from the heat that you were emitting, and Seungmin hated how easily you made him feel like he was back in Middle School again, watching you from afar, unable to look away. But now he has you in his arms and he grows a little sentimental at that, at how much you two have grown together, individually and with each other.

“Hey love, you’re running a fever” He whispers into your ear, successfully waking you while you turn over to capture his warmth, shivering against him. “I should’ve listened to you, you were right” You whimper, quietly begging him to not get up so he could get a few pills that could break your fever overnight, but he just giggles and stands up anyway, returning with the said medicine and a cup of water.

“I’m always right” You nod at his words, and he ponders if you even wrapped your pretty head around what he just said to you, but you were just so out of it, that you practically fell asleep sitting up (he coos a little)! Slipping the water into your mouth, he scolds you for acting like a baby, but he’s the one who slowly tucks you into bed again, letting you wrap yourself around him for your own comfort.

The night falls silent again and he’s left alone with his own thoughts again which are now occupied with various questions about you and that nasty sickness. Should he take a few days off to treat you? Yes, of course! Will it be spicy chicken soup for dinner tomorrow? Only if you want it.

Should he kiss you right now and potentially get sick with, you just because you just look so cute and he has to hold himself back, so he doesn’t take a fat bite out of your cheeks? The only acceptable answer would be, absolutely!

After all, it wouldn’t matter now, you were already all over him. Brushing his hands over your hair, he pulls him closer to your lips and places a sweetly dizzying kiss on your lips, taking all of you in, not letting you stir awake.

You were just so perfect even in your physically worst state. He places another and then another smooch over your supple mouth, nipping at your cheeks once in a while, slowly lulling him to sleep.

The next morning, his nose was stuffed, and his throat felt dry, but with you being the first person he sees when he opens his eyes–he might as feel cured.

Jeongin · • . ° .

He thinks that you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever laid sights on. Even in your sweats and a worn-out t-shirt that he’s sure is his (it looks better on you anyway), you’re still shining like a star.

Yet you’re drunk right now, so you are personally not very sure about his claims, but he purely disagrees with you as he’s by your side, trying to stabilize you. A night out with your friends was the cause of your current situation, all wobbly and seeing dashing quarks that were filled with a multitude of bright colors.

Or maybe you were just seeing the pure, raw affection of love that you two shared. Being with Jeongin has always been colorful, bright, and wonderful. Every day with him felt like a dream that every so often, you would have to pinch yourself to make sure that you weren’t actually confined in the depths of your delusions. But as of now, you’re trapped under the heavy influence of alcohol that’s making you run into stop signs, wave hello’s to pass trees, and ask Jeongin if the moon was just a ball of cheese, all while he just giggled at you, his heart about to burst.

Teeth unable to stop clicking, you just ramble and ramble on with a nonsensical whim. Jeongin watches you endearingly, his palm ghosting over your waist, eyes looking at you with so much passion. An elderly couple strays not too far away from you two, both smiling at the heartfelt moment. With flickering lights above and the moon’s forgiving light beaming down as a spotlight, they stare at the worship that Jeongin held for you.

The love that he radiated towards you, his one and only sweetheart, could be felt streets down, as cats meow at the warmth and birds suddenly chirp at the two heartthrobs. And even through all that commotion on a silent street, all he could pay attention to was you. His stomach churns so clumsily and his heartbeat quickens when he thinks about how much you trust him to be by your side. How much you place yourself in the care of him as you physically lose yourself.

“Innie, I’m so tired!” You stomp like a grumpy child, leaning your head against his shoulder, slowly swaying to whatever hum you were breathing out. He wasn’t a man of words, preferring to speak using his actions so he does what he thinks is best without moving his mouth; he picks you up bridal style.

Gasping into his fit chest, it doesn’t take long for you to slowly daze to sleep, eyes fluttering close to the rhythm of his heartbeat. With you now in his arms, it doesn’t take long for him to maneuver both you and him home, accompanied by a few kisses to your face. Walking up the long winding steps and into your shared bedroom, he plops you down before he flops on, snuggling into your body as tightly as he can.

His mouth gaped open in relaxation, your fingers in his hair and softly scratching at his scalp (you must’ve woken up a bit earlier) but your eyes were still closed, enjoying the fullness of this moment. Slowly and steadily, you fall back into a rhythm of peace, while Jeongin finally lets himself take you in whole, sharp eyes following each dip in your face.

He sprinkles tiny kisses on your jaw and pulls himself up to your nose which he bites jokingly. And then he finally indulges in your lips, flushed and full when he leans down and captures you into one of his favorite pastimes; kissing you. But this time it’s more gentle and mushy, careful enough to not wake you up.

“My baby” He whines, smiling against you.

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twinklychan · 3 months

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Winter falls | 방찬

Fluff, Angst, Sad ending [be aware]

Made this in 2022 there might be errors as english isn't my first language.

1k~ Words

"Come on Y/N!" Bangchan whined as his lips held a smile. You groaned as you looked at him in disbelief. You still couldn't believe what he wanted

"No- Why would you go out barefoot in the cold snow?" You asked as he pouted, taking your hands to pull you up from the couch. You let out a groan trying to make yourself heavier by completely slumping back while he tried to pull you up.

"My mom and I used to do this when I was little, please~" he asked with a pouty face and his eyes held hope in them. Your eyes softened at the argument he just revealed. How could you say no now?

You looked at him, scrunching up your nose as you bent down, holding onto his shoulder to stabilize yourself and pulling off your socks from your feet, walking towards the back door that led out into your garden.

Bangchan stood there with slightly widened eyes and giggled. You turned around, looking at him as you slowly felt your feet getting colder by the cold air that was filling up the house because of the opened door.

"Are you coming now or not?" You asked impatiently as he quickly ran towards you, hugging you from behind and pecking your cheek before walking outside. You just laughed at his silly self, shaking your head.

The cold snow devoured his feet perfectly as he slowly shivered for a moment, adjusting to the sudden coldness. You did the same after him, nearly jumping into the house again as you were freezing but bangchan had seen this coming and was quick enough to pull you back by your waist.

"Trust me, this will be fun." He mumbled, caressing your hand as he kept eye contact, slowly letting go of it and walked backwards, holding his hands in the air to show you how much he liked this.

You chuckled at him, smiling fondly after. How did you happen to actually deserve to date such a nice, lovable person?

"See? It's beautifuAAAA!" He screamed out as he suddenly tripped over the stairs from your veranda, falling back into the snow.

You only heard a small groan before his head popped up, making you gasp. However, after seeing that he was laughing, You soon started laughing too, running into his direction as he pulled his arms open and you threw yourself on him, cuddling into his chest.

"Woah!" You both laughed as snow fell down onto the both of you and you admired it. The snow looked dazzling.

"You're right, this Is so nice!" You exclaimed as he turned his head to his right, where you lied and looked at you admiringly. His eyes were reflected by the lamppost outside of the fence and his lips held a small smile of adoration.

You then stood up, pulling Chan towards you as you smashed him snow into his face. You laughed until he picked up a bit of snow, making you widen your eyes.

You quickly dashed off, him running after you as you let out a squeal. The both of you were laughing uncontrollably now.

You had a small snowball fight that lasted for about 10 minutes until Chan picked you up from the ground randomly, carrying you back into the house.

"Enough love, we're getting sick if we do that for too long." He giggled and you locked your arms behind his neck, smiling as you leaned in closer. He also started to lean in as you kissed him deeply for a moment. The kiss was rather slow and passionate, both of you enjoying the drowning feeling of love and the heat that radiated throughout your bodies, filling you both with a warm and cozy feeling.

As you pulled away you could see his ears turning red, making you snicker at his cute face, even though your ears were probably looking the same.

Chan slowly sat down on the couch as you followed his movements. He pulled up the blanket that was placed on top of his lap and you quickly took the chance to also crawl under it. The both of you then snuggled up on the couch together, under the blanket.

After this you continued to run around in the snow every year. It became like a tradition between the two of you and you loved it. You were at the point of making your own small traditions in your relationship or better said marriage. And you loved everything about it.

"Woah! It looks so beautiful." Bangchan laughed as he ran outside of the house, looking at you, who was standing in the door frame. You smiled at him fondly as he let himself fall into the snow again, just like every year.

Your giggles started to fade as the sky turned rather gray than blue. Chan let out a sigh, the snow had turned to rain in just a second and as he looked up to look at you, he just saw an empty door frame.

His head fell back down, sighing as he watched his hot breath turning into a small cloud in the cold air. The snow didn't have that nice cold feeling anymore, that it used to have. The feeling turned out to be unbearable, the pain Chan would feel not only on his body from the coldness but also in his heart. The person that managed to warm it up when everything seemed cold outside was no longer there, leaving him in an indefinable coldness.

"I miss you." He mumbled as he suddenly felt water coming out of his eyes. This wasn't the rain though, those were tears. It's not like he wasn't used to this, after losing you this became his daily routine. Then he started humming a familiar melody.

"Cause I'm right here, waiting for us-" He sang along as his voice cracked. He never managed to finish the lyrics after losing you. Normally you would continue and in the end the both of you were crazily dancing around the house while laughing and singing together.

"I hope you have it better up there." He whispered as he slowly smiled, making the tears fall after holding them back for so long. It seemed like the snow was shining the most on this dark day.

He could still hear your giggles every year, he could still see your smile and the deep dimple on your right cheek. He could still see how your eyes shone so bright when you were happy, he felt the dislike of seeing you cry cause your eyes were left empty and there was nothing left but then he loved it again because after this emptiness your eyes shone even brighter.

And he still looked back every year, every day, every month, every minute and every second. He was sure that he would never find someone like you again. After you left, his world seemed to lose its color, its warmth, its Love.

#straykids imagine #skz #bang chan #straykids fanfiction #straykids oneshots #jeongin fanfiction #jeongin ff #jeongin #hyunjin #lee felix #lee minho #changbin #han jisung #seungmin #angst #sad ending #skz angst #straykids angst

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markiv3 · 2 months

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stray kids as romantic tropes

with little to no context

ot8 not proofread guys my bad

bangchan - friends to lovers

like wbk... he's got that friendly aura and i think he'd just befriend you thinking that you were just a pretty person but it turns into something more. he'd be very open about his feelings when he realizes how he feels i think.. and he'd confess with flowers and a nice dinner hoping to charm you but there's no charming needed cause he's just the best guy ever.

minho - college sweethearts

OKAY SO what i think is that it would be a love at first sight oh trust he fell first and harder and like campus would be so fun starting from the day you first saw him until you finally got together like.. he'd be flirty all the time omf like he'd mess with you playfully and hope you would catch the hints. he'd catch himself grinning and smiling after talking to you and all his friends would tease him about you but he wouldn't care cause he is head over heels TRUST!!!

changbin - newly married couple

oomfs i think he'd be the perfect husband i'm not even playing like walk with me... he goes to the gym, he can cook, he would be down extremely bad for his partner LIKE TRUST. his love language doesn't exist cause he uses them all like his rich ass would buy anything you asked for. when people ask him if he's bored of you now that you're married he's just shocked because how could someone be bored.

hyunjin - strangers to lovers

as i have said before he just looks like a stranger you'd meet on a trip and he's just the best person you've ever met like.. you'd stay with him for a while maybe and it would be the best ever: treats for you every morning, flowers, presents, kisses, portraits, paintings, hugs and lots of hopeless romantic stuff. he just has that mysterious aura that makes him the perfect stranger that turns into something more.

han - brothers best friend

he'd be your brothers awkward friend that comes over once in a while and talks to you looking at the floor cause he got no game and he's loser number one but once you get more comfortable he's just so funny like you find yourself laughing at his stupid jokes all the time. i think he would always have a crush on you since the day you met but won't say it cause you're his friends sister.

felix - childhood friends to lovers

liiikeeee doesn't he just feel like it or am i crazy... he's so warm and cute and fuzzy.. you two have been friends forever (there would probably be a lot of like right people wrong time) and you both realize you like each other but are too scared to confess in fear of ruining your friendship so it all remains a secret till it probably slips out from one of his friends and well you know the rest.

seungmin - enemies to lovers

like everyone says this but i think its so so accurate like he'd be perfect in an academic rivals or office enemies; he would tease and annoy you at any occasion and then realize he's fallen for you but won't admit it ever, and i think he'd become even more annoying when he realizes that he likes you just to suppress those feelings.

jeongin - secret relationship

so errrm hear me out okay, it's the way he's so careful with stuff but he's also so secretive about his feelings i feel like when he finally gets himself to confess and you agree he just needs time. that time would be spent hiding every kiss and holding hands under the table and then walking back to wherever you need to go pretending you're still just friends when you're much more, but only you two need to know that.

i might write these extensively and seriously but i just wanted to put this out there cause ive been thinking about it for so long

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seventhcallisto · 5 months

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Just had a little idea... flashing lights and eyestrain warning.

❝you shine like emerald❞

Happy House.

Stray Kids (ot8) x F!Reader (9th member addition)

PREVIEW: "I am not a member of stray kids!" You kick up the papers littering the floor. Frustratingly pulling at your hoodie. "They're always screwing over those guys. I feel kinda bad." Your most trusted friend, Jiu, snickers behind her bright laptop screen. "I-i should have left when I had the chance! Should have joined that dance group that tried to recruit me! Why did I think I was gonna be the next jihyo!? Oh god." You pace, waving your hands around to drain the building anxiety curling into your lungs and making it's home there. You twist towards jiu falling to your knees and wailing miserably. Childishly.

"I wasn't even on the show. It's a boy group! I'm going to get eaten alive! I'm a trainee! They have years over me! I'm so dead. My career is already over before it started. My life is over." You fall to the floor. Completely done with this whole ordeal and the accident you've gone through, sniffling pitifully. "I told you to always read the fine print. You never listen." Jiu scolds. She, in fact, did not, but she wants to make you feel worse as your best friend. Pink nails flick tiny specks of popcorn towards your slumped body on the floor. And she's right. You should have read the fine print before some businessman shoved a pen into your face. What is so wrong with stray kids that you're being made a fool just to make them look bad? Would adding you tear the group dynamic? You know you're screwed as soon as your concept photos drop.

SYNOPSIS: As if some type of double-sided punishment, you're manipulated to join one of jyps' most successful groups. Stray Kids. Added as an extra member and with no experience just to cast you off as another unsuccessful idol, all because you didn't read the fine print when they dangled the keys to your dream in front of your face. They've got tricks up their sleeves, and the contract you signed says you're a permanent member of the unsuspecting group of guys now. You had no idea you were signing that type of contract. And you especially have no idea why they're trying to bring down their biggest boy group.

table of content + cws: she/her pronouns. female anatomy. major age differences but not in a power-hungry way(ur 19). invisible honorifics, I swear. manipulation. jyp(ent) is kinda the villain here(ilyjypplsdontsueme). ace!trainee reader. inexperienced reader. forced proximity and friendship. the members r kinda mean at first. Sorry, not sorry. ooc stray kids bc no one knows them like they know themselves. overworking. growing friendships. polyamorous(sharingiscaring). quick mutual pining(but they don't realize it). eventual smut.

Prologue. — 🧾

Chapt. ⓵ ❝_____❞

chpt. ⓶ , chpt. ⓷ , chpt. ⓸, chpt. ⓹, etc.

To be continued.. 🧷

I accidently posted this too early (crying). Lmk what you guys think ! — calli.

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arikazu · 1 month

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Skz smau: you calling them bro part 2

Part 1

Changbin

Seungmin

Jeongin

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valkyrieeeee · 5 days

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You have surgery | Han Jisung

ᑉ³pairing; Boyfriend! Han Jisung x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff,

ᑉ³warnings; Wisdom tooth removal, dentist, Anesthesia, amnesia

ᑉ³Authors Note; Other members coming soon! Based on a true story (me!) Edited!

As the nurse administers the anesthesia, you squeeze the hand you're holding tightly, drawing strength from their steady grip. You feel a cool sensation spreading through your veins as the anesthesia takes effect, gradually enveloping you in a blanket of warmth and tranquility.

A wave of anxiety washes over you, but it feels distant, muffled by the encroaching haze of unconsciousness. Your palms grow clammy, and your breath comes in short, shallow gasps. He reaches out, His touch is barely perceptible, a faint brush against your cheek. His whispered words of encouragement are like echoes from a far-off place, reaching you through layers of fog.

"Hey, you've got this," he murmurs softly, his voice fading into the recesses of your mind. "I know you're scared, but you're the bravest person I know. I'll be right here when you wake up, holding your hand okay?" His words cling to your consciousness like a passing dream.

With one final breath, you faintly hear the words "I love you" as you close your eyes, letting go of your fears and surrendering to the gentle embrace of unconsciousness.

As consciousness slowly returns, you find yourself floating in a hazy fog, your senses dulled by the lingering effects of anesthesia. Your eyelids flutter open, revealing a dimly lit room swirling with shadows and blurred shapes.

Confusion washes over you as you struggle to make sense of your surroundings. The faces that hover at the edge of your vision are unfamiliar, their features distorted and indistinct.

Panic begins to rise within you, a knot of fear tightening in your chest as you search desperately for something familiar. Your heart races in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears as panic tightens its grip around your throat.

You try to push through the fog, to grasp onto fleeting fragments of memory that slip through your fingers like grains of sand. But the harder you try, the more elusive they become, slipping further and further beyond your reach.

Desperation claws at the edges of your consciousness, urging you to flee, to escape this nightmare world of shadows and uncertainty. But where can you run when you don't even know where you are?

And then, amidst the chaos of your mind, a voice breaks through the fog, a soft whisper that cuts through the darkness like a beacon of light.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," his voice trembles slightly, gentle yet filled with love. "It's me, Jisung. How are you feeling" he asks softly, his tone laced with a mixture of hope and fear.

"Who are you?" you manage to croak, your voice trembling with confusion and fear. The name 'Jisung' means nothing to you in this moment of disorientation.

A flicker of sadness passes through his eyes, but he quickly masks it with a reassuring smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm Jisung," he repeats gently, his voice tender yet tinged with a hint of disappointment. "Your boyfriend. Do you remember? We've been together for a few years now."

You blink, trying to process his words, but the fog in your mind refuses to dissipate. "I'm sorry," you whisper, your heart heavy with guilt. "I don't remember."

Jisung's expression softens, sadness passing through his eyes once again , but he remains silent, his concern evident in the gentle squeeze of your hand. As you slowly regain awareness, you find yourself in a dimly lit room, the faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the air.

Your gaze sweeps the unfamiliar surroundings, confusion clouding your thoughts. "Where am I?" you murmur, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

"In the hospital," Jisung replies, his tone gentle yet urgent, his words a beacon of reassurance amidst the fog of confusion. "You had your wisdom teeth removed, but you're all done now. Everything's going to be okay," he adds, his voice laced with a desperate plea for recognition, his eyes searching yours for any sign of comprehension.

"Maybe going for a walk might jog your memory," the nurse suggests as she walks into the room, her voice a gentle interruption in the stillness.

You try to sit up, only to realize you're cocooned in warmth, covered in two blankets and a coat. "What's all this?" you say, puzzled by the unexpected comfort.

"You got cold, and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't see you tremble, so I tried to cover you as much as possible," Jisung explains, a slight tremor in his voice betraying his concern as he gestures to his coat draped over you.

With the help of Jisung and the nurse, you slowly stand and begin to shuffle around the hospital corridors, the steady rhythm of your footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. As you move, the motion seems to stir something within you, coaxing snippets of memories to resurface from the depths of your mind. With each step, the fog of confusion begins to lift, replaced by a growing sense of clarity.

And then, like a dam breaking, the first clear memory floods back, washing over you in a rush of recognition.

You pause mid-step, a look of realization dawning on your face.

"BBama," you murmur, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I remember BBama."

Jisung's expression changes, a mix of surprise and mild disappointment crossing his features before he quickly masks it with a forced smile. "Yeah, BBama," he replies, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "He's a good boy."

You sense a shift in his demeanor, a subtle tension in the way he grips your hand a little tighter. Guilt washes over you as you realize the impact of your words, the inadvertent reminder of your forgotten memories hitting Jisung harder than you expected.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, reaching out to touch his arm in a silent gesture of apology. "I didn't mean to—"

But before you can finish, Jisung shakes his head, his forced smile softening into a genuine one. "It's okay," he reassures, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of sadness. "It's just... funny how memories work sometimes."

As you walk, Jisung's disappointment hangs heavy in the air, his silence speaking volumes as you navigate the hospital corridors together. You can feel the weight of his unspoken thoughts, a palpable tension in the way he holds himself.

Guilt gnaws at your insides as you realize the depth of his disappointment, the fear that perhaps you'll never fully remember the moments you've shared together. You want to reach out, to erase the hurt etched into the lines of his face, but words fail you in the face of such uncertainty.

Lost in thought, you suddenly remember a fleeting moment, a snapshot of a memory that cuts through the fog.

"The ferris wheel," you say, a smile playing at the corners of your lips as you recount the memory that has surfaced in your mind. "It was a sunny afternoon, and we went to the carnival. We got on rides, and we laughed and talked for hours."

Jisung's eyes light up with recognition, a spark of joy dancing in their depths as the memory comes flooding back to him. "I remember that day," he says softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "It was one of the best days of my life."

"You were afraid of heights and got scared at the top of the wheel. I kissed you to calm your nerves," you recall, a blush tinting your cheeks as you relive the tender moment. "And in that moment, everything felt... perfect," you add, your heart fluttering at the memory of Jisung's comforting embrace.

His gaze softens, his eyes shining with love and longing as he reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "It was perfect," he agrees, his voice barely above a whisper, his thumb brushing gently against your skin.

After spending some time reminiscing in the hospital corridors, Jisung helps you gather your belongings and leads you out of the hospital. He takes your hand gently, guiding you with careful steps as you navigate through the corridors and out into the crisp evening air.

As you step outside, you're greeted by the cool breeze, a welcome relief after the sterile confines of the hospital. Jisung flags down a taxi and helps you into the backseat, ensuring you're comfortable before climbing in beside you.

During the ride home, you lean against Jisung's shoulder, the events of the day catching up with you as exhaustion washes over you. Jisung wraps his arm around you protectively, offering silent comfort as the taxi makes its way through the city streets.

When you arrive home, Jisung helps you out of the taxi and supports you as you make your way inside. Once indoors, he settles you onto the couch, fluffing up pillows to make you comfortable.

"Minho hyung dropped off some soup for us. Let me serve you some," he says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before disappearing into the kitchen.

As you sink into the cushions, the sharp ache in your jaw intensifies, signaling to your senses that the anesthesia is wearing off. Every movement sends a jolt of agony through your body, and you clench your teeth to stifle a cry of pain.

Your eyes brim with tears. Talking feels like shards of glass scraping against your raw gums, and even breathing seems to exacerbate the throbbing ache in your jaw.

With Jisung in the kitchen, you try to compose yourself, not wanting to alarm him. You take slow, shallow breaths, trying to find a way to cope with the overwhelming pain that courses through your body.

But despite your best efforts, silent tears slip down your cheeks, betraying the torment you're enduring. You press a hand to your mouth, muffling the sobs that threaten to escape, not wanting to disturb Jisung as he prepares soup to ease your discomfort.

Minutes feel like hours as you wait for Jisung to return, each second punctuated by sharp pangs of agony that seem to intensify with every passing moment.

Finally, you hear the soft shuffle of footsteps as Jisung reenters the living room, a tray of steaming soup in his hands. He pauses as he sees you, his eyes widening in alarm at the sight of your tear-streaked face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, his voice filled with concern as he rushes to your side, setting the tray down on the coffee table before gathering you into his arms.

You cling to him desperately, unable to hold back the flood of tears any longer. "It hurts," you manage to choke out between sobs, the words barely audible as you bury your face against his chest.

Jisung holds you close, his heart breaking at the sight of your pain. "I'm sorry," he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. "I'll make it better, I promise."

You cling to him desperately, your tears soaking into his shirt as you surrender to the overwhelming tide of agony. Each sob racks your body, a symphony of suffering that echoes through the silent night.

"I'm so sorry," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion as he presses another kiss to the top of your head. "I wish I could take away your pain."

As Jisung holds you, he whispers soft words of comfort, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of your suffering. You feel a flicker of relief in his arms, a fleeting respite from the relentless ache that grips your body.

Eventually, Jisung guides you to sit up, his hands gentle as he helps you into a more comfortable position on the couch. He retrieves the tray of soup he prepared earlier and sits beside you, offering you the spoon with a tender smile.

You try to eat, but the pain makes even the simplest of tasks feel like an immense effort. Each attempt to swallow is met with searing agony, and you can't help but feel a sense of incompetence wash over you.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggle to eat. "I can't do this."

Jisung's heart breaks at the sight of your distress, but he remains steadfast in his support. "It's okay, love," he murmurs softly, his voice a soothing balm as he takes the spoon from your hand and gently feeds you, " Let me help you."

With each spoonful of soup, Jisung's movements are deliberate and gentle, his fingers cradling the spoon as if it were the most precious thing in the world. He watches you intently, his gaze soft and reassuring as he anticipates your needs.

As the warm broth passes your lips, you can feel the tenderness of his touch, his fingers brushing against your skin with a feather-light caress. It's as if he's not just feeding you soup, but pouring his love and care into every bite.

Despite the pain that still lingers in the corners of your mind, you find solace in the simple act of being cared for.

As he continues to feed you spoonful's of soup, he notices the heaviness in your expression. With a playful glint in his eyes, he brings the spoon closer to your mouth but then pulls it away with a mischievous smile.

"Here comes the plane!" he says, his voice filled with playful enthusiasm as he mimics the sound of an airplane soaring through the air. He moves the spoon in a swooping motion, as if it's about to land in your mouth, his expression hopeful for a glimpse of your smile.

Despite the pain and discomfort, you can't help but chuckle at his antics. His determination to bring a smile to your face melts away some of the tension, and you find yourself playing along, opening your mouth wide as if ready to accept the imaginary "airplane" spoon.

Once you've finished eating, Jisung takes care of everything, cleaning up the kitchen and washing the dishes with meticulous attention to detail. He returns to you, draping a soft blanket over your shoulders and ensuring you're comfortable on the couch.

Then, he gathers you into his arms, holding you close as you cling to him. He wipes away your remaining tears, whispering words of love and comfort until your sobs subside.

"Shh, it's okay, my love," Jisung murmurs softly, his arms wrapped protectively around you. "You're safe. Just breathe," he whispers, his lips brushing against your forehead in a gentle kiss. "Let me kiss the pain away," he murmurs, pressing another tender kiss against your temple.

As your tears gradually subside, Jisung holds you close, his warmth enveloping you like a comforting embrace. He brushes away your tears with his thumb, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I hate seeing you in pain," he admits softly, his voice tinged with regret. "I wish I could take it all away."

You nestle closer to him, finding solace in his embrace. "It's not your fault," you reassure him, your voice muffled against his chest. "I know you'd do anything to make me feel better."

Jisung's arms tighten around you, his love evident in every gesture.

"I was so scared," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "When you didn't remember my name or my face," he begins, his words carrying the weight of vulnerability, "it felt like my world was falling apart. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, of having you look at me as if I were a stranger."

Your heart aches at his confession, realizing the depth of his fears. "I could never forget you, Jisung," you assure him, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "You mean everything to me."

A soft smile tugs at Jisung's lips, his eyes reflecting the love and adoration he holds for you. "Knowing that means more to me than you'll ever know," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you more than words can express." he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I'm sorry you're in pain. I'd rather it be me than you."

You lean into his touch. "You're my everything, Jisung," you whisper, your face close to his. "And I wouldn't want to go through this with anyone else by my side."

As you lean into his embrace, you feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest. And as he lulls you to sleep with soft murmurs and gentle caresses, you drift off into dreams, knowing that no matter what, you'll always have Jisung there to hold you and kiss the pain away.

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Jungwon: The Key

***This is my fic that was previously posted on my old account thatonenoona

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“I’m not sure who it belongs to. I’ve checked the list three times. It’s an extra key. It doesn’t match any of the other ones we currently have.”

“You have provided no useful information.” you say, pouring milk into your bowl of cereal. Ever since you and your friend started a cleaning service, things have been going pretty smoothly. You have a dozen regular clients who trust you enough to give you a copy of their residential keys.

“You’re welcome,” your friend snaps, tossing the key onto the table before walking away. You study it as you eat your cereal. It belongs to someone. Otherwise, it wouldn’t exist. This key could be very important and we should return it to its owner immediately. Your friend walks back into your kitchen. “I’m going home.”

“Who is the last client on your list?” She hands you her appointment list.

“Park Sunghoon?”

“Yeah, he’s new. First appointment was yesterday. When I came to clean, he had company over. He and some other guy were listening to music in his office the whole time I was there. Anyway, when I was finished he told me to take the spare keys off the rack in the foyer. He said he is hosting a party tonight, so come back tomorrow morning.” You look at the key in your hand. “So you grabbed more than one key?”

“Yes. He said keys”

“Maybe it belongs to his friend.”

“I guess. Maybe. But if we took his friend’s key, wouldn’t he have told Sunghoon about it?”

“That guy might not know we have it. He may just think it’s lost.”

“Okay… now what?”

“I’ll handle the appointment tomorrow and I’ll put it back where you found it. I’m not going to bring it up unless someone else brings it up. We don’t want to get into the habit of mixing up people’s keys. It’s bad for business.” Your friend nods but still looks a bit confused.

“Well, Sunghoon’s appointment is at 10:00. Here are his keys. Good luck.”

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You pull your van into the driveway and unload your small cart of cleaning supplies. As you make your way to the front door, a man with beautiful feline-like eyes watches you through a window. He opens the door, just as you approach.

“Mr. Park Sunghoon, nice to meet you. My partner tells me you needed our cleaning services today. Thank you for your business.” You smile brightly, extending your hand for a hand shake. He returns your smile, his dimples are deep. His eyes study you from head to toe in your pink coveralls.

“Please come in,” he shakes your hand and holds the door open as you push your cart into the foyer. “Start in the dining room. Thank you,” he says politely before disappearing down the hall.

“I’ve never–” But he’s gone. “Mr. Park?” No response. That’s weird. No detailed instructions or further information? You find your way to the dining room, you put in your earbuds and begin cleaning. While cleaning the floor, out of the corner of your eye, you notice a different handsome man is watching you. It scares you and he seems amused by it.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you.” he says yet he’s still smiling as if really did. “Could you please also clean the bedrooms upstairs? I had a few guests stay overnight and they are animals. I’ll pay extra for your trouble.”

“Wait. Are you Mr. Park Sunghoon?”

“Yes.”

“Oh! I’m sorry sir. This other gentleman let me in and I thought he was you,” you say embarrassed.

“That was my friend Jungwon. But he’s gone now. Sorry for the confusion.”

“It’s totally fine.”

“This is for you.” Sunghoon hands you a folded piece of paper.

“You have my key. Please hand deliver it to this address. ~Jungwon.” You look at Sunghoon.

“I’m just the messenger,” Sunghoon says, holding up his hands and backing away slowly. He smiles mischievously before turning and walks away. “He doesn’t bite.”

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“Hello.” Jungwon says as he opens his door, wearing a blue tracksuit. He looks you over, head to toe. He thinks you look cute in your pink coveralls with your hair tied up in a pink handkerchief. But you’re a ball of nerves. So worried that he’ll be angry about his key– you just start babbling. You don’t even notice him adjusting his stance to hide his growing bulge.

“Good evening sir. First, I would like to sincerely apologize for the mix up. You see, my partner was told to take the keys for Mr. Park’s house… We are both truly sorry for the inconvenience. I would like to offer you a complimentary cleaning on the date and time of your choosing.” Jungwon holds out his hand expectantly. You reach into your pocket and pull out the key, putting it into his hand.

“Thank you.” he says. “Despite this little mishap, Sunghoon highly recommends your services. But I’d like to do a consultation before I officially accept your offer.”

“I understand sir.”

“You can just call me Jungwon. C’mon, I'll show you around.”

“...uhh, yeah. Sure. Just let me grab my clipboard. Then you can tell me what you need.” Jungwon walks a few steps ahead of you, giving you the opportunity to steal looks at him. Dark straight hair falling just over his beautifully shaped eyes. They are probably the prettiest eyes you’ve seen in quite some time. Broad shoulders. His bare chest peeking out of his half zipped track jacket. Focus. Don’t stare. Don’t screw this up. He shows you each room in the house and explains his requests. You nod as you follow him, writing notes on your clipboard. As you make your way back to the front door, you look over your notes. Jungwon also looks at your clipboard over your shoulder. His sudden proximity makes your heart beat faster. You clear your throat.

“Um, I think I have all the information I need sir– Jungwon. Would you like to book me– book an appointment with me now? Or I can give you my number and you can call me anytime you want– to set up a date– for your appointment.” Smooth. It’s getting a little hard to think straight when he’s standing so close to you, watching you babble again. He gives you a dimpled smile.

“ Are you available tomorrow at 9:00?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I’ll see you then.”

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Jungwon opens the door before you even reach for the doorbell. “Good morning.” He says as he gestures for you to enter. You immediately notice his muscular arms in his tank top and how his gray sweatpants hang low onto his hips. His wet hair is dripping onto the towel draped over his shoulders.

“Have you eaten breakfast?” he asks, drying his hair.

“I had a banana on the drive over,” you say, pretending to read your clipboard to avoid gawking at him. No client has ever asked you if you’ve eaten before arriving for their appointment. He is already much different than the rest.

“I made pancakes. Please come join me. I don’t want you to clean my house on an empty stomach.” He continues to dry his hair and you follow him into the kitchen. The table is completely set as if he was waiting for the arrival of a guest. Did he really plan to eat breakfast with me? As if he can hear your thoughts, he speaks while pulling out a chair for you.

“My mom had to cancel our plans at the last minute. She doesn’t like wasting food and neither do I. So eat up.” He tosses his towel over the back of his chair before he sits down across from you. He pours a glass of water for you.

“Thank you.” You begin putting food onto your plate. You’ve never been fed breakfast by a man you just met. It’s harmless but something about it still feels risqué. Intimate. You feel your face getting hot as you try not to overthink about eating with Jungwon. An impossible task. You are silently spiraling and he seems oblivious. You wonder if he’s eaten breakfast with a woman other than his mom. Look at him. Who wouldn’t want to wake up next to him?The answer is definitely YES. He must have fed other women after–

“So when did you start?” he asks, interrupting your thoughts.

“Hm? I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“How long have you owned your business?”

“Almost a year. I hated college and I don’t want to be a bartender or a stripper. So I became my own boss.” you say, shrugging your shoulders. He laughs at your unfiltered honesty.

“As long as you are happy, that is all that truly matters,” he says sincerely before taking a sip of his orange juice. He’s my new favorite client. Your own mom– who absolutely hates your current career choice– would never believe this kind of human exists. A polite stranger who lets you into his home, then he feeds you pancakes and tells you that your happiness is ‘all that truly matters.’

Jungwon’s phone rings within his pocket. He pulls it out to look at it and then apologizes to you before leaving the room to answer it. While he’s occupied, you make quick work of your breakfast. Then you start cleaning the kitchen. You tidy up as much as possible without moving his plate in case he isn’t finished eating. When he returns to find you cleaning, he finishes his breakfast while watching you work.

“I’ll be around. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask,” he says as he loads his plate into the dishwasher. You nod. The silly key mix up wasn’t so bad after all. You’re obviously winning over Jungwon as a new client. You can’t wait to share the good news with your friend when the job is finished.

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You wouldn’t have known that Jungwon generally keeps his house very neat. Ever since he met you, he’s been intentionally neglecting his usual chores. His house is not filthy and his requests are not unreasonable or overly demanding but he still insisted on having a recurring weekly appointment. Beneath his kind demeanor, he is slowly losing his mind over you. You are so focused on your job that you don’t even notice the signs. Like the time he playfully doused your white shirt with the garden house while you washed his car. Or the time he asked you to come over to clean in the evening. His mother just happened to cancel their dinner plans so he invited you to sit and eat with him again. Jungwon thought you may have caught him biting his lip as he watched you bent over. But you didn’t say anything so neither did he. The little grunts you make when you scrub really hard turn him on. He has a secret audio recording of it on his phone. As the weeks go by, he finds himself dreaming of you on more than one occasion. You’d never guess that he only insists on washing his own bed sheets because of the mess he makes while desperately humping a pillow he wishes was you.

Jungwon knows you have a key to other clients’ houses and he wonders why you still haven’t asked for his key after you gave it back. Maybe she’s afraid that I’ll turn her down because of the mix up. He is torn about offering it to you. Not because he doesn’t trust you. It’s really because he doesn’t trust himself. Jungwon is afraid that you’ll find out about his obsession over you. He’s imagined it many times. You might show up early for an appointment. So you let yourself in. You peek into his opened office door to greet him. But instead you discover him fisting his cock and shamelessly whining your name while watching a video of you.

The video itself is innocent. It was a hot day and you’re wearing little pink shorts and a t-shirt with your hair tied up in your signature pink handkerchief. Jungwon wanted to clean the garage. It required a lot of organizing, bending, and lifting. So he insisted on helping you with this special project. He took the video under the guise of proving to his mom that he finally cleaned it. He said she’s nagged him about it for years. His favorite part is when you smile into the camera and wave saying “Hi Jungwon’s mom!” Your clothes were dusty and your beautiful face had dirt smudges all over it but you didn’t care. Jungwon loves that about you. He remembers that day so vividly. Watching you work beside him in the crowded garage, he was so turned on he had to fake a stomach cramp. He actually went to go jerk off in the upstairs bathroom. Jungwon felt so pathetic as he quickly tried to clean up everything so you wouldn’t know. Looking at himself in the mirror, he decided that you needed to know how badly he wants you.

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As you prepare to leave Jungwon’s house, you see a note next to your bag, with a key. “I had to run. Please lock the door when you leave. See ya next week. Thanks! ~ Jungwon.” You make sure all the doors are locked before leaving. You add his key to the list without a second thought.

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Jungwon’s appointment was the only one scheduled for today. You still had another 30 minutes but he’d previously told you that you could begin a little earlier if you wanted to. He’s always been very considerate of your time. It’s one of the things you like about having him as a client. While none of your other clients have been cruel or disrespectful, they don’t treat you the way Jungwon does. But you’ve known since the beginning, he’s different. He’s a really nice guy. You hadn’t realized how much you’ve been talking about him lately until your friend asks you why you don’t have a boyfriend and why he doesn't have a girlfriend.

“That is… a legitimate question for me to consider. BUTJungwon is a client. His love life is absolutely none of our business,” you reply coolly, tightening the pink handkerchief around your hair.

“It’s been months since you’ve even talked to another guy. I bet Jungwon has never mentioned another woman to you, has he? You’re both clearly holding out for each other.” You give her a hard side eye as you sling your purse over your shoulder.

“WHAT?! I am just saying what he’s probably been thinking... Quit being a tease and fuck him already,” she says, plopping on to your couch.

“Oh my god. I AM NOT A TEASE. Sex is your answer for everything!” you yell, throwing a couch pillow at her. She laughs as it sails past her head. “See ya later psycho. I gotta go scrub a toilet for Jungwon’s affection.” you say, walking out the door.

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You notice Jungwon’s car isn’t in the driveway as you pull up for your appointment. You go into his house and place your bag of cleaning supplies on the kitchen counter. He didn’t leave a note. So you assume he may have been in a rush or he’ll be back soon. Suddenly, you hear a noise. You stand perfectly still as if that would somehow enhance your hearing. You hear it again. It’s coming from down the hall. Your heartbeat speeds up as you start to panic. Oh god, is it an intruder? You grab a pan from the hanging rack. Slowly, you make your way down the hall. But as you get closer, you realize it’s moaning. More like soft whimpers. You finally reach Jungwon’s office door. It’s slightly cracked open. You can’t see him but you still keep listening. The sounds of him fiercely stroking himself are wet and intense. But nothing compared to the words coming out of his mouth– every other one being your name.

“So close. So close. Please please please. Just wanna make you feel good too.. uhhhh.” You feel your heart pounding but for a different reason now. Your friend was right. But you’re not sure what to do. You know this is an invasion of privacy. It’s his house. He can do what he wants in it. As you hear him catching his breath from his climax, you start to slowly back away. You bump into a vase, knocking it off the pedestal. It shatters. FUCK. You want to disappear. You want to run. But you can’t move. A few seconds pass and you realize you should at least try to clean up the vase before you leave his house.

Jungwon’s office door slowly opens and he walks out. His dark hair is clinging to his sweaty forehead and his ears are red but he looks you in the eyes. It’s a look you’ve never seen before– wide-eyed and needy. Yet he still looks so beautiful.

“Seems we’ve both made a mess,” he says quietly, giving a small smile. When he looks down at the pan in your hand, he stops in his tracks as if you might lash out at him. You forgot you were even holding it. But seeing his reaction to it makes you laugh. You laugh so hard, tears start to form. This has to be the craziest thing that’s ever happened to me. Jungwon is confused. He is not sure why you are laughing so his face begins to turn red.

“No. no. no.” You try to catch your breath. “Sorry. Please. Not laughing at that. You doing that.” you say. “It’s— I thought I heard a burglar. So…” you hold up the pan, still laughing. He starts laughing too. The rollercoaster of emotions makes you want to sit down to catch your breath. So you do, right in the middle of the hallway. Jungwon is surprised at your sudden move.

“Are you alright?” he kneels down, concerned.

“Yes,” you say nodding. “Wow.” You look at him. He’s still staring at you. You feel yourself getting hot under his gaze. You pull his face to yours and kiss him. He stumbles onto his knees as he leans into the kiss. He bites your lip and you moan. “You didn’t run,” he says before slipping his tongue into your mouth. “I thought about it,” you tease, kissing him back. You can feel his neediness in the way he kisses you. Not forceful but all consuming. He pulls back to stand up and offers you his hand to help you stand up. You try to avoid stepping in the dirt and broken shards of the vase. Jungwon picks you up, bridal style. “We can worry about that later. I need you now,” he says carrying you to his bedroom.

He gently places you on the bed and takes his shirt off before crawling over to you. Your core is throbbing. You hold up your hand to stop him. He looks confused. But you smile and begin to take off your shorts and panties, tossing them on the floor. You beckon him forward and his grin is devious. You can see his hardness through his sweatpants. You run your fingers through his hair as he kisses you, pressing his covered cock against your bare pussy. You moan as he begins to slowly grind against you. Jungwon is already panting and he hasn’t even begun to fuck you yet. Seeing you like this is almost too much for him. He knows he must slow down to really enjoy finally having you. He kisses your cheek and down your neck. He slides himself onto his stomach and puts his arms under your thighs so his face is inches from your dripping cunt. You suddenly feel shy having him look up at you as he licks your clit. You gasp as you cover your face with your hands.

“Please baby, put your hands in my hair. I want to see your face while I taste you.” FUCK. How could I say no to that? You do as he asks and he continues to lick and suck on your lips, placing one finger inside your tight hole. Gently rubbing your walls, causing your back to arch. You can feel the knot tightening as he adds another finger and whispers sweet praises against your tender clit.

“You’re so beautiful. I love the way you taste. Does it feel good, baby? Please. Fall apart on my fingers.” You look down at his lustful eyes, his face covered in your slick and you can’t help but cum all over his handsome face. Gripping his hair, your legs trembling as he moans almost as loud as you. He rubs your thighs as you ride out your high. Your head is spinning as he sits up. He peels off his sticky sweatpants. It’s the first time he’s ever cum untouched.

“See what you do to me.” He shows you his cum drenched briefs. “I can’t control myself when you’re around.” He tosses them on the floor as you take off your t-shirt and bra. Jungwon pulls you down underneath him and kisses your breast. His teeth gently nibble on your nipple, making you mewl and wiggle beneath him. He laughs and kisses you. He presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, waiting for you to give him the go ahead. You nod and he gently slides into you– your clenching, making his purr.

It wasn't until he whispered those words into your ear. “Mmm. Should’ve swapped my key sooner. I’ve always wanted you to be mine.” That's when you realize you’ve been set up. You walked right into his trap. Trembling beneath Jungwon as he fills you to the hilt, his arms wrapped around you– you couldn't escape if you wanted. But you don't want to. He says it again but this time, more to himself because he still can't believe his plan actually worked. “You're mine now.” He continues to whisper his little mantra as he slowly rolls his hips back and forth. His eyes darkening as stares into your eyes. “Mine. Mine.” You're breath is shaky. “Yours,” you reply.

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