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Shared Bliss

Soloist Choi Yunjin (Jini) x Male Reader

[Part 1?]

A/N: I just feel releasing this short fic for some reason. Maybe it’s my impatient ass or something. Anyway, I truly enjoyed writing this one so I hope you enjoy it too. Let me know if you’re up for a 2nd part. Ideas are also welcome to my inbox! Good day to all!

To define the relationship you share with Jini is difficult, but to be bothered by such trivial things is a waste of time. People are going to think what they want at the end anyway.

Both of you possess the same traits; carefree, live-in-the-moment type of people, cherish, and spend the youth before it’s gone. No commitments. Feel the joy of life outside responsibilities and duties. Time waits for no man at all.

It started in the old fashion way—kicked off as high school peers that escalated until college. Ironic as it is sounds, met at the same company and now coworkers in the present. Same department, just different sections and ahead of her for a year. Taking into account Jini’s exaggerated storytelling (at least from your point of view) on why she left her previous job: the weight of just being there was unbearable. She said that she’d rather work as a waitress at a pub or something.

Sharing various moments with each other, there’s this bond and connection that felt exclusive and genuine. A safe space—comfort and no judgement. Romance? It doesn't cross your mind a bit and not would even dare to step into that unfamiliar realm.

Here’s the thing: random chances often come by to bring good things, chaos, or something in between the two. In your case, Lady Luck bestowed upon you the last one.

It was one Friday night—her occasional invites for dinner or plain drinking session are something you’ve become accustomed to. A fifteen-minute ride is all it takes. Not bad, better to spend the rest of the night outside than get bored alone.

“Still gets me,” you thought, looking at the front of her house. The amount of detail and work she put are remarkable. After a few steps, you pressed the doorbell.

“Oh, hey loser. Thought you wouldn’t come,” she said, “Just a sec. I’m coming.”

She did not even bother to ask who’s on the other side, like she don’t have any visitor besides you. After waiting for a few seconds, the door opened, and there she is—Jini in her off-shoulder dress with rose imprint.

Stunning... Captivating... Tempting.

Three words to describe the sight right before you, in flesh.

Her dress did its job flaunting her figure. Her presence that exude an intimidating aura—fierce, attitude, and boldness. One fierece look and she can make anyone kneel in a matter of seconds.

“Hey, loser. Hey!”

“What?” you replied, still in shock.

“You zoned out, are you okay?” Jini asked, you just shook your head a bit.

“Sure?”

“Yeah, yeah... Hundred percent.”

“Come in then, it’s freezing out here.”

Few common dishes and cans of beer were already placed on the table in the living room. “Not much, but that's a free meal. Besides, I’m not a bad cook,” she winked.

“Full of yourself sometimes, aren’t you?”

“I think the word ‘confident’ is what you’re looking for, mister.”

“Fine, fine... Let’s just eat,” you said, before sitting and opening a can of beer.

“Hah! I won!”

Throughout the meal, different topics fueled the flow of conversation. Some of them were about work, things in the past, gossips, funny, sad, and anything that comes into mind until all that's left on the table were the beers.

“A question,” said Jini, bringing seat closer so she can lean forward towards you across the table.

“Be my guest.”

“Did you ever think about having sex with me?”

Making a surprised reaction would not change the situation so you just answered her in a straightforward manner. “Yes, and if I'm being honest, I can’t stop thinking about it the moment I stepped inside this house. You’re so fucking hot in that dress.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol, or just courage that came out of nowhere but you still said it, and who gives a shit anymore?

Jini finished her remaining beer looking at you. She stood up, walked slowly and sat down on your lap.

“Is that true?” her focus shifted on your lips.

“Yes.”

A split second was it all took. She kissed you, and you responded accordingly bringing it to a make out session. Sloppy, wet, and warm. Jini pulled your head closer as her tongue joins the action and so are yours. It wasn’t a fight for dominance, but rather an exchange of intentions; something beyond words and better expressed through actions.

None of you can’t stop as your hand began an exploration of its own—the smoothness of the silk dress gave the impression of touching her bare skin.

Jini broke free; hazy, lust-filled eyes remained in contact with yours.

“Dress.”

“Not so fast, pervert. My house, my rules.”

“Playing tough?” you asked, raising both brows. “I’m born tough, loser. Now take that shirt off.”

“Okay, I’ll play along.”

You took your shirt off swiftly in one motion, revealing a body built for years. Astounded, it occured to her that this is the first time she saw you shirtless. Keeping the composure she displayed moments ago is crumbling.

“Happy?”

“Oh, shut up.”

She initiated the kiss again—on your neck going downwards, taking her time to taste your upper torso sending sending you into a frenzied state. Her tounge plays one of your nipples, while her finger does the other by means of making these circular motions, teasing you.

“Fuck.”

Jini’s dirty assault continues and not a word has had left her lips since. She’s acting like a predator aiming to completely devour her prey whole with no intention to stop until she’s satisfied.

“Let’s see what you pack down here,” she said, before pulling in one go your pants and underwear. Jini’s subtle gasp was still noticeable after seeing your cock.

“Well?”

“N- not b- bad...”

“Touch it.”

“Wh- what?”

“You heard me. Just do it.”

It was already erect, and Jini didn’t even hesitate to wrap her fingers around it—contact sent an electrifying feeling as she executed few, careful slow strokes. Unbelievable. It totally feels like the first time. Her jerking you off was overwhelming that precum is already leaking from the tip.

“Oh- oh, shit... That’s good!” you exclaimed, grip tightened on the arm rest of the chair. You don’t want to cum and if you’ll do so, it’s better to land it somewhere more interesting. Grabbing her arm lightly to halt her actions, caressing her face.

“Why?” Jini asked, her face blushed.

You just stared at her eyes, before brushing your thumb on her pinkish lips. She gets the hint and she knew it was going to happen anyway, sooner or later. She nodded as a ‘yes’.

Jini seemed to hold back a bit but she opened her mouth anyway, sticks her tongue out as she starts to lick one of your balls. Fucking hell. She attempted to put one in her mouth, drenched from her saliva. Jini gives a slow, long lick from the base of your dick going to its tip, tasting that precum still flowing. She takes time to know your proud member.

“Ahhh~ fuck, so good! Keep going!”

Hearing words of affirmation encouraged her even more as Jini started to give attention to your head. Putting it just inside her mouth made wonders—her tongue swirls around it and the sensation is driving you crazy. Unknowingly placed a hand on her head for support from the pleasure that travels around your body, trying not to get consumed by her actions.

Jini starts to take more by pushing herself with her tongue tracing the underside of your cock until she reache the limit—tip reached the back of her throat. Her gag reflex is evident as she holds on for a few seconds before releasing your cock with a pop. Jini catches her breath for a moment, still maintaining eye contact after what she just did.

You stood up while Jini is basically on her knees. No words were spoken at the heat of the moment.

You just position your cock right away in front of her mouth, slowly pushing the tip to enter once again and Jini willingly accepts.

Moving your hips backwards slowly until the glans remained inside, one thrust forward and from there the pace started to build up as you just basically facefuck Jini. Subtle, suggestive moans from her were signs she's enjoying it.

Lasting this long was quite a surprise as the inevitable first release of the night started to build up fast. Primal instinct took over you—faster thrusts, lewd and squelching sounds, moans of pleasure from both of you get louder and you knew holding back was impossible.

“Ji- Jini... fuck... I’m about to cum!”

One final thrust as spurts and ropes of cum went straight down to her throat, and Jini just swallowed everything. Some were escaping the sides of her lips. The high feeling of orgasm disappeared and you went back to your senses pulling out your cock.

“Yum.”

Jini catched her breath after what you just did. It took her a few minutes before returning to a more relaxed state.

She looked even more sexy; scooping the remaining cum using her finger, putting it back into her mouth.

One word and you knew the night is far from over.

“Should we head to my room? You can still fill me somewhere else, right?”

“Oh, you bet.”

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diorcities · 1 month

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ace of spades (zcl)

☆͟ 🎱:pairing: chenle x afab!reader ☆ genre: smut, mature content. ☆͟ ♠️ content: pwp, gambling, rivals / frenemies, meandom!chenle, softdom!chenle, oral fixation, skin fixation, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (chenle pulls out), cum eating, spanking, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, make up sex, biting. some other cautions: small mention of a crime, alcohol consumption, chenle calls himself daddy once, they're both competitive, intense and extend kiss scene (i love writing this), reader makes one incestual joke, featuring jisung, ningning being chenle's sister, haechan, the hwang siblings, ex former nmixx jini, an yujin and hu yunjin. ☆ wc: 6.4k.

☆͟ 🃏description: in the world of asia's rich and powerful, nothing is as it seems. behind the smiles and luxuries, secrets, lies, and betrayals are hidden. a group of pretentious young adults, children of wealthy parents from the asian elite, move between parties, business, and scandals.

son of the west's most famous tech tycoon, chenle is arrogant, capricious, and manipulative; his unquenchable thirst for glory and greatness moves him to do the most despicable things if it keeps him getting what he wants: you.

based on little white lies by one direction. to my friend, @ohmytyong ♡

ningning shares a glance at jini.

“stop that,” she says with annoyance. the girl ends up stopping the clattering of her foot on the pavement and disposing of the cigarette; ningning has lost count of how many she has on him.

“what if someone saw us?”

“what if?” ningning responds, distracted. “are you worried, little lamb?” ningning was growing tired of the whining of the girl. pure empty concerns, in her opinion. “i thought you wanted this. i thought... you'd kill for it. what if someone saw us? no, better, what if one of us speaks? would it be her brother? would it be... you?”

“hi, girls.” yeji arrives offering them both a cup of loaded coffee. “god, you look like you're losing your shit,” she says to jini.

“i don't like coffee,” she points out.

“i know,” yeji simply responds.

jini lets out a disbelieving sigh. “fuck! am i the only one who's worried of what we've done?” she utters seeking comfort, as if she didn't already know that she won't find it there.

the girls share a countenance that makes jini more uneasy. she opens her mouth to surely continue complaining when she leaves ningning expectant and dazed when nothing comes out.

“what you've done,” you correct, announcing your arrival. “lighter, please.”

ningning shares fire with you while jini watches you in a bewildered look when you share complicit glances with each other but her. “first murder?” you joke, looking at the girl's colorless face.

the three of you watch pleasurably her head putting the puzzle together and the realization settling in her stomach. “you.”

you smile wide and sharp.

you've always found the strange relationship intriguing. questioning every smile and every look; they all play a game that was best not to get into unless you know how to play equally well.

the queen of the deck game.

ningning, with her wit that sparkles like a sharp diamond always seems to be two steps ahead, leaving you to wonder if her words hide sharper edges. yeji, with eyes that have seen more than they tell, hides her true interests under enigmas, and you wonder if her shadowy wisdom is a guide or a labyrinth. jini, with her appetite for success and fortune echoing like a flame, is attracted so much by the heat that she can't stop until it burns.

sometimes you don't know how far the limit is. sometimes you'd like to know it for yourself. one misstep, one wrong play, the stakes are high, and faces are masks.

although, you've always known how to keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

the academy bell rings and you take the coffee from jini's cold hands. you smile condescendingly as the girl seems to have seen a ghost. “next time, do like me and go for the head.”

── 11:30hr 🃏 ago ──

the outlook was promising. the wealthiest people in asia all gathered in one place. the ensembles, clubs, and parties were in abundance as they made deals to become more millionaires with jazz music playing in the background.

the world revolves around the rich. sports cars, expensive champagne, private schools, commodities. the privileged part envied by the masses. gambling, scandals, fraud, felonies, cults, crimes, scams, obsessions was the side that was kept secret. with ambition comes power, and with power comes temptation. something that young blood can't control after tasting a pinch of it.

chenle had had enough of that.

other, less mundane things excited him now. like seeing your delicate skin bristle when you noticed his presence very close to you, your body tense up, your breath freeze in your throat because god forbid it to be so close; chenle had taken all his willpower to contain the urge to bite your naked shoulder.

the eyes of your companions register it under your ignorance. haechan smiles smugly as jisung says, “look who's here. done sucking your father's balls?”

chenle arrives at the circle with a nonchalant air. “ask your mother.” haechan bursts out laughing.

ningning approaches in an ethereal halo with a glass of champagne between her claws of the same shade as her lips. she's machiavellian beautiful, with sharp features, her beauty is certainly a weapon. chenle's aware of the influence ningning has on people, and couldn't be more disgusted by it. “gentlemen, having a reunion without me?”

“god forbid. i have not yet psyched myself up to put up with you so early.” jisung replies, stealing a glass of champagne from a passing tray.

the illusion is stronger when you are together. chenle has grown up with you, he has known you all his life. something so secret and twisted can only exist with people with the same tendencies. and while friendships are bound by affection, you are bound by secrets.

a circle. an alliance. the selected and exclusory society of the young wealthiest children. forged with vice and deception, glory and greed. to be the best. to be the ace.

“so, how's business? making deals to sell personal information to the highest bidder?” haechan wonders, playing with a loose strap of ningning's dress while giving chenle a sly smile although his gaze is not even interested in returning the look at him, somehow spellbound by the nice view in front of him.

he shrugs behind you, “marvelous, how's yours?”

“my dad's closing a deal with one of the big ones. he's been talking to me about it, i couldn't be more bored by the criminal laws,” he concedes, vaguely.

“oh, pardon me. i meant the drug business,” chenle points out causing a flurry of reactions. jisung chokes on the champagne in front of you. his cheeks are flushed and he is flustered from the alcohol.

giggly and careless, your brother's naïveté makes him the weakest link of all. jisung is simply too good and disinterested in anything that doesn't involve going against you. sometimes you wonder if he is so afraid of disappointment that he doesn't even try.

he's never been good at drinking either.

“don't you think you're overdoing it?” chenle casually asks, looking around.

“stay out of my business, would you?” he says fed up before going in his direction and giving him a playful headlock. the pleasant laughter of the pair makes the rest of the group join in just before the music changes and becomes livelier.

ningning lets out a scream and hurries up the champagne, taking haechan to the track without any objection.

“ji, dance with me,” you request under the nagging gaze of the only boy who's unmoved by your charms.

“don't be capricious, sister. you know i don't dance.”

“allow me.”

before you can answer, chenle grabs you and drags you toward the center of the room. the closeness of your bodies only makes it harder for you to manage to stay neutral, not when his fingers seem to be caressing your waist. “how aristocratic, since when do you like to dance?” chenle shrugs his shoulders as he leads you.

“i'm tentative. i am quickly influenced by beautiful things. and because this proximity can be excused if we dance, otherwise, how am i going to be able to tell you without raising suspicions that i know a little secret?”

chenle is entertained by the reaction he gets from you, feeling your heart pounding against his chest. look at you, a whole personification of purity, too bad it can't stand alone. “what about a gentleman never tells?” a sly smile forms on his pursed lips as he hears you.

chenle pulls you to him, your jaw now resting on his shoulder as he embraces you and spins you in his arms. “i am no gentleman.”

“no,” you say, “you're vain, vicious, and perverse.” chenle takes your chin in a playful and twistedly affectionate manner, observing your body slowly spinning until you press your back against his chest. you sway to the melody when you hear chenle clearing his throat. his breath hits your cheek when he laughs then, his hands press you more against him.

you muffle an exhale as you feel him pressing against your back, his hands molding to your waist, the dominant grip he holds you under. “and yet, you find yourself fascinated.” chenle makes you face him, and you shake your head with peppiness. “explain this... lingering feeling every time we touch. i know you feel it too.”

“what thing?”

“this tension.”

“i'm afraid i have no idea what you're talking about.”

“oh, no? may i ask why are you get suddenly agitated when i touch you here.” he moves his hand dangerously toward your naked lower back. “d'you run out of air often, princess, or it's just me?” his warm breath brushes against your ear as he keeps you close.

chenle's intoxicating aroma clutters your thoughts, and you have to make an extra effort not to trip over his feet. “these are your tactics for flirting with girls? i'm very unimpressed.” chenle watches you roll your eyes, curling his lips.

“not remotely close, although i'm pleased that you are interested in knowing my seduction methods. but since you're talking about tactics, i'm deeply curious about whether this is how you act with haechan too or it's just for my eyes only.”

the piece is finished and another one begins right after. however, your bodies remain frozen in the same place, gazes glaring at each other, trying to see weakness, trying not to be the first to bend.

“and that act you talk about is...?”

“playing dumb, which i confess, never looked good on you.” you were always amazed at how chenle's brain worked. calculating wit, this personification of scheming and wickedness made chenle a dangerous adversary.

“i thought you liked them compliant and subtle.”

he hums in denial, “i like them dainty and haunted, like a drowned lily.”

you giggle with a grimace, throwing the boy off. “is that one of your puzzles? sorry, i don't like games.” chenle nods, his tongue playfully pushing the inside of his cheek as he grins in amusement.

you wouldn't be so careful not to play his game. he is a prodigy at plotting, there was nothing that escaped him. the deceptive epitome of why no one beat him at strategy. nothing that would imply competition. billiards, fencing, chess.

if you could describe this interaction, if you could describe even the purpose of the allyship with such devious people it would be a simple card game, and if so, that would make chenle the ace of spades.

chenle escorts you off the dance floor. “no, you just like the chase.”

“what makes you think that?”

he shrugs, with nonchalant air, “i happen to know how much you love the euphoria of being caught doing something you're not supposed to. maybe that's why you hang out with friends who wouldn't hesitate to push you off a cliff, or be part of a circle with such vain people, or how much you want me to fuck you on this dress.”

you burst out laughing, “you're the smartest person in the room.”

chenle delights to see you look around in case anyone has heard him; he also hasn't gone unnoticed the way your breath got stuck in your throat for his words, and you hate yourself for it. he comes so close to you that you smell his manly fragrance. “no. i'm the most ambitious.” his warm lips rest on your skin for less than a second, yet the feeling it leaves in your stomach lasts longer than that.

you let the bewilderment win, and you hate him for that. you hate how he can get into people's heads, how he can mess with yours. by laying his intentions so bare, it can't be that simple. what does he intend to do?

“see you at midnight.”

your eyes follow his devilish figure as he leaves the room, and your hand itches at the place where he kissed you. someone comes next to you and you suddenly feel a sense of rage.

“good evening, would you like to da...?”

a hand reaches out towards you but you cut it off when you pronounce “no.” harshly, reenacting the path taken by the young man with fervent eyes.

── 🃏 midnight ──

the music becomes so subdued, carried by the cool night wind, that it seems like a distant, forgotten dream that slips through a forgotten room full of previous gala guests revealing their true selves after a pretend night when you set foot inside.

there is a pool table in the center where two beautiful bodies touch each other impudently. the air feels heavy and ningning steals a bottle from her father's collection, returning to the hungry embrace of her lover that night.

haechan pulls away from her neck just enough to give you a sly smile.

“well, hi, there,” greets ningning. “done using my brother?” your fingers snatch the bottle of champagne from her, taking a long sip. “oh, i was starting to be afraid that sharing wasn't your thing.” your eyes sweep her under the amused gaze of the tanned boy with lipstick smudged all over his face.

“and i was starting to think incest was your thing.” a pleasing rush washes you by ningning's stunned look, it feels gratifying. “luckily, this is a safe zone.”

she scoffs.

“safe zone, huh?”

“yes,” you assure, “we've grown up together, we're close. it almost feels like family.”

haechan's laughter echoes just when you scan the room.

“cheers to that.” jini laughs, approaching as she drinks from her glass. “let's make a toast for stealing achievements, and stealing boyfriends,” she says to ningning under your bewildered gaze. both girls clink their glasses and their venomous gazes fix on you.

“i don't steal achievements, i own them. but, yes, let's have a toast.” you clear your throat and your fingers steal the glass from jini's hands without her showing any resistance. “to the circle, to camaraderie, to the ace, to boy toys, and last but not least, a toast to the copycats.”

it will always amazed you how you could show your darker side to a bunch of petulant and vain young people and distrust them so much. these people, these twisted people were your friends by default.

besides the pool table, there is a small bar where jisung pours himself a glass of many in the company of the hwang siblings, yeji and hyunjin, sons of the hwang dynasty. their parents were renowned businessmen in the country and that night future partners of your parents, with riches made by extraction and export of precious minerals. haechan was the only child of attorneys who worked in the tax and criminal fields, with the best criminal law firm and soon closing an important alliance at that night's gala. and finally, the zhong. specialized in computer engineering and big data, they've created an empire that ningning and chenle were responsible for squandering.

then there were the... twins? cousins? known, perhaps? you couldn't tell since they both behaved the same way —yujin and yunjin. one was the daughter of fencing's most prestigious director and the other had nouveau riche parents, who were at the time, having a bliss as chenle buried his head (and teeth) in their necks at times.

his shirt is a mess and you soon find out why when yujin runs her hands over his toned, pale chest. then yunjin laughs at something chenle says to her before they both look in your direction and you feel your cheeks burn, choleric.

how dare he? turn you into a joke that he can tell in the ears of his lovers?

“new attendees?” you ask.

“applicants,” chenle corrects.

“in that case, shall we vote?” you suggest, feigning to get the attention of the others. yujin lets out a skeptical huff that chenle tries to ease, but it has already triggered your bigotry. “get. out.”

yujin looks at you dumbfounded as chenle's embrace unravels from their shoulders. helpless, yunjin asks with an anxious laugh, “who do you think you are? chenle?” she seeks for comfort that the boy shakes off when he shrugs his shoulders.

yunjin laughs in awe before leaving in sheer frustration and giving you a dirty look, that you politely respond to with a quick smirk, deciding to back out once you've done your job of ruining his night just as he ruined yours.

you hear chenle's shrill giggle behind you as he decides to follow you closely to the now-unoccupied pool table. “jealous, by any chance?”

“remotely. sick, perhaps.”

“is that what causes you not to have my attention?”

you scoff, “quite the opposite. a friendly game?” chenle takes his eyes off the lower part of your body when you turn around to face him. his darkened eyes go from yours to the cue stick you're holding. a smile dances on his pouting pink lips.

��i like a little bit of challenge.”

“a competition, then,” you solve, going for the rack when chenle intercepts you by taking you by the wrist to go for it instead. the balls are arranged just as ningning's high-pitched laughter breaks out in a soft melody drifting from the floor below.

“stop being so loud, woman.”

jisung turns his head from your direction to look with amusement at the pair. “shall we move the party to the lake?” yeji suggests; they steal a couple more bottles, and a couple of cigars making their way to the exit amidst stumbling and fraternal hugs. jini stays behind, pulling away from jisung and hyunjin's arms to ask, “you coming?”

chenle is not interested in looking at her when he replies “in a moment.” his eyes fixing on yours. a slit of light enters through the half-open door of the illuminated corridor, and chenle's eyes absorb every glimpse of it. “do the honors.”

the crackling of a fireplace warms the place and flutters your chest, or is the gentle brush on chenle on your waist when you head toward the cue ball. chenle watches you from the other end, and that's why your body leans more than necessary and the breeze hits your cleavage.

“has the match already started?” he wonders, darting his gaze from you. his wild eyes following the path of the balls shooting in all directions; you see his mind scheming behind his focused gaze as his feet move in the direction of his target.

chenle disappears from your view and your body betrays you when you smell his lingering fragrance closer. feeling his presence behind you, the proximity once again tortures you. your body is caught in the middle as he prepares to shoot the cue ball with you in his arms.

the warmth emanating from his body impact your naked back as he pins you between him and the table, makes possible for you to feel the growing bulge pushing against your lower back; the unexpected friction catches you off guard. your pelvis twitches in an involuntary motion and chenle misses the cue ball.

he muffles a sound at the time you bite your lips, struggling to suppress the thrill of electricity that runs through you when your mind becomes dense and thick. your body charge with elation and you blush when he hums, the mere gesture sending shivers down your spine. chenle tenses against your body as your back gives in and arch into him, hips moving slightly upward feeling his erection a little more pressing up your butt; the thin fabric of your dress causing the sensation to feel even rawer.

your mind doesn't think it through as you lean across the table taking the cue stick from his hands. fingers instinctively going to your waist as you bend over. dizzily sensing the hardness of his boner, your chest heaves as an avid thrill takes force in your gut.

chenle welcomes you again when you get up and the number 1 ball has entered the pocket. you feel his haunting presence as he removes the cascade of hair from your shoulder and moves closer to your ear, “and it's only just beginning to be midnight.”

you hum, “i'm done with the fun here, i'd like to go to the lake now.” a gasp of surprise freezes in your throat as his hand squeezes on your waist and easily turns you around. you witness the words that freeze in his throat as his gaze drifts below your clavicles, and you are aware at that moment of the soft hardness of your nipples, poking through the silky fabric.

a velvety feeling creeps down your thighs as a smirk blooms on his lips. “not the smartest decision, but sure shit, princess. anything else you crave for?”

“not really.”

a gasping sound comes out of your mouth when chenle squeezes you close to him without forewarning. something wild flutters in your chest under the young man's sharp gaze. your lips part to let out shallow exhalations when his mouth dangerously lurks on yours, tingling with anticipation. eyes closing against your will and body giving in to his command. you become lighter as he holds you like he pleases. “you sure?”

the answer trembles on your lips, but you are unable to say it.

chenle enjoys having you this way. seeing you so affected, your body reacting the way he wants it to. “say the magic words, princess.” you swallow hard when he lurks on your exposed neck, surprising you when your head pulls back to give him more access.

you wait. you anticipate his lips finally resting on your skin, blood burning in your veins, eager to feel him, but you are stunned when he pulls away just enough to look at you again.

your eyesight has become narrow, covered with black fog, your gaze feel heavy if you try to focus on him. you look at him with narrowed eyes. breath becoming a wild beast that writhes and lashes out at your ribcage. mind blurring his sculpted figure with sharp strokes, smooth and tender skin that reveals the first three buttons of his wrinkled shirt.

fuck it.

his fingers dig painfully gently into the untouchable skin of your waist as you slam into his body and your lips attack his. teeth and tongues meeting in disorder, wild gasps as your mouths devour each other to the point of dissolving the other.

his mouth feels hot. his taste addictive. your tongue savor his while your fingers mess up his hair. pull. caress; your emotions scatter and get tangled. your body hums and you find yourself out of breath as you feel him pushing you backwards until you hit the edge of the pool table.

chenle pants against your lips and your instinct is to reach out and bite them with desire under layers and layers of resentment.

“shit.” he mutters, hissing. heart pounding his chest while your hands won't stop touching him. he can do nothing but gasp desperately. he wants everything. being bitten, caressed, kissed.

he wants you. he craves you. always has. his body burns from the rawness and cruelty in which he desires you. your body stuck to his, your predatory eyes on him... his head pulls back, briefly having a lucid moment, and he pants “one last chance.”

his fingers glide down your soft thigh and your eyes close, sensitive. receptive. you feel him position himself between your legs, your thigh slightly brushing against his hips. you see him grit his teeth. one of his hands wraps around your neck gently, his thumb brushes your jaw before bringing his face closer, and you ask “for...?”

“stop pretending.”

you scoff. you delight in watching him frown in annoyance before he falls into a trance as you wrap your wet lips around his thumb. you're able to see in his eyes the urge he tries to repress. how he tries to keep pace with his breathing. how he tries not to get excited about the way your mouth sucks his finger before he chuckles under his breath.

all your boldness shakes as he locks you between his body, hands gripping your waist and assisting you to sit on the board. your arm instinctively wraps around his neck. faces very close. dangerously close. yet chenle doesn't give you a break, and you sense his next move when he tilts his head and kisses you again. unscrupulously. like a hungry man. split lips for his tongue to tease you and taste you a thousand times, breaths suffocating in the other's mouth. tongue swirling over yours before his lips hover over your mouth. chenle sucks playfully, drawing you towards him. sticking to his body. his hands rest on your lower back as he lets you take the reins of the destructive kiss in which your mouths merge.

heads turning the other way when the other does, deeper, safer, bolder kisses. an eternity or maybe a second has passed, in which your mouths meet infinitely, lips fitting into each other, moving to the same beat as the other, imprinting thousands of repressed emotions that you taste them on each other's tongue.

your body reacts to his midas touch. fingers running down your back, arching against him. belly holding everything in a ball that begins to grow and expand, feeling heavier, and harder to keep at bay. it twists you inside and melts towards your intimacy, making you want more.

he breaks the kiss and you watch his arrogant expression falter as he pulls himself together, “well?”

your breathing is ragged and your thoughts are scattered all over the room. your head pulls back, cornered, “fine! i need this, badly.”

“that's my girl,” he rushes to say, succumbing in front of you as his mouth attacks your neck.

his tongue slides down the hot vein that throbs under your sweet skin and it's taking all your will not to whine loudly. a grunt leaves his lips and hits your skin when your nails burrow into his flexed arm, moaning breathlessly. “look at that, she can moan.” your mind collapses from the silky sensation that begins to fill you and makes your fingers go towards his hips, searching for the buttons of his pants.

chenle pulls away from you and helps you take off your pants. your hands finding the bulging from the erection underneath. mouth begins to salivate as the edges of your vision blur, teeth catching your lower lip when a gasp comes out of you. tummy burning with aching desire to see it, hurriedly grabbing your hands on the waistband of his underwear and pulling it down to reveal his manhood.

emotions are too strong to think clearly. turns you into a disaster of clashing mouths and groping. your body buzzes with the intoxicate feeling chenle causes you as he grazes your body and attacks your mouth with fiery kisses. you let the primitive pleasure that lashes your being make you submissive to him when he pulls you down from the table by your thighs and forces you to turn around. his fingers tangle with the bottom of your dress as he pulls it up and exposes your body. “fuck. you know how much i love lacy things.” any hint of a response is undone when you feel his fingers touch your core due to the lack of fabric covering your intimacy.

your breaths freeze for related reasons.

his digits massage the area with delicacy and you feel like you are about to lose your mind. “so deliciously wet.” your body breaks at his diabolical touch. fingers up your folds to the swollen and needy area.

your throat builds a cry. your eyes shut tightly. chenle's fingers slide down at your entrance until they detach from you. the scream comes out of your mouth when he spanks you. “easy, pretty. you'll want to keep it quiet.” his digits attack your clit once again and you dig your teeth into the forearm that holds you against him while his fingers abuse you. eyes roll as he sticks his middle and ring finger into you and starts pumping rhythmically, the coldness of his rings nibbling on the sensitive skin of your entrance. “so soft. so good taking it, darling.” a shudder hits you from the smooth and solid of the material pressing deliciously against you while his digits fuck you.

sounds burst out of you against your will at the pace of his swirls. your walls take chenle's fingers until the squelch sound joins your moans. he pulls his fingers out of you and spanks you again before pulling your panties down.

he makes you take them off completely before he comes back with you and you can feel him press the tip of his penis into your folds, sliding up and down, covering his erection with your luscious excitation to push it inside you with ease. the full feeling leaves you breathless and you find yourself letting out a breathy giggle from the pleasurable sensation that blooms in your lower belly when he stuffs you with his cock.

chenle rocks in and out of you, getting you used to his length, and your legs tremble as he does so, feeling the shot of arousing sensation every time he thrusts you. your heart flutters as the speed changes and you find yourself gasping for breath. pelvis begins to hammer yours mercilessly. your crotch fills with dripping, numbing pleasure as your body twitches and contorts, having moved nothing. chenle dominates you. he holds you in place to receive each merciless, demonically good thrust. moving one hand to your mouth when you threaten to scream from how well he's fucking you. legs trembling as your pussy takes him again and again, you welcome him into your slippery, swollen walls, feeling sensitive. his cock penetrates you with sharp, swift thrusts and you find yourself in space, taking him deliciously. belly filling with searing fire that threatens to spill into your bloodstream.

“god, you feel so well, you feel s—so nice, angel.” chenle fails to contain his own moans, and his teeth bury into the smooth skin of your shoulder, muffling the moans in your skin as he buries his cock and your pussy begins to tingle. “a-ahgh, fuck!” your lips are caught in your canines at the growing knot in your belly as chenle hammers you ruthlessly.

your eyes squeeze closed and a white noise takes over your mind as you try to find your train of thought, but all your common sense vanishes from your hands before the delicious pumping of his cock abusing your needy pussy; heat spreading from your belly and spilling down your thighs.

it takes almost all of your strength not to succumb right there. to not let the wonderful sensation of his cock driving you to ecstasy.

“o-oh god, chenle,” you cry. your body collapses on the pool table and causes chenle to thrust you from another angle. eyes rolling to the back of your head and moaning building up and spilling from your lips from how good it feels. chenle hisses “s-shit, don't stop moaning. f-fuck, yn. you feel so fucking amazing. sound so exquisite.” his thrusts become sharper, your body jolts and the feeling leaves you dizzy and groggy, mind blank as the pleasurable sensation takes over your body.

chenle grabs you tightly by the waist as his pelvis hammers yours roughly, the sound of your skins clashing filling the room along with your moans and the squelching noise of your cunt taking him with each stroke.

the snap of your skin when his palm hits your butt pulls you over the edge. your hands turn to fists as you try to hold it inside, but the fire crackles inside you, and a pleasurable pain forms in your core. the tingling sensation spreads through your belly wildly and you must stifle a scream.

“feels good, princess? too good? want to cum on my cock, baby?” he coos, “fuck, let me feel you. i need to nut in you so bad, need to stuff you nice and pretty.” his cold hands pull you up and slam you against him, starting to stroke your hard nipples, your lips part open to release a curse that chenle waits for with expecting eyes. “fuck, i'm so close,” he announces, stopping briefly to catch his breath.

chenle suddenly chuckles behind you, “yn, don't fucking tell me you're making this a competition?” your laughter turns to an eager gasp when the switch the pace.

the constant movement has turned you into a whining mess as you try to encapsulate your newfound desire. your dress has wrinkled and the straps that hold them now lie undone, exposing your breasts that press against the pool table moving slightly from the magnitude of chenle's pounding.

your head pulls back and a hoarse moan breaks on your lips as his mouth rests on your neck and his teeth nibble on your skin as the thrusts slow down. your body feels enraptured and weak, and your muscles don't respond to your commands, totally carried away by the crushing desire.

chenle mutters something under his breath before his hands leave your breasts and you feel him cover them again with your dress. your cloudy gaze rests on the half-open slit of light coming in from the hallway, and like a spell you return to your five senses as you process what chenle has said before. your hearing comes back to you the moment you hear someone approaching the room, and something wrinkles in your stomach as you feel chenle still inside you, with no hint of pulling out his cock of you. tummy burning with aching thrill when the door opens and a figure hidden by the shadows stops right at the entrance.

your body is embalmed with terror when you recognize the figure. “sungie,” you pronounce, feeling your mouth dry. jisung slowly enters the room and your body tenses; chenle stands still behind you but one step closer and jisung would be able to see that his pants are on his calves. and your dress is wrinkled and moved up to your waist. and his dick is shoved down inside you. you swallow very hard. “still on the billiard match?” he asks with curiosity as he passes the two of you and heads to the bar.

“as you can tell,” chenle blurts out, and takes you by surprise when he moves his pelvis towards you; his penis slides easily in, then you feel him slide out. your cheeks burn at the notion that he's really fucking you while your brother is in the room, “will you take too long? we're in the middle of something.”

your eyes widen in panic at the choice of words and your belly tightens in turn because you're still aroused and because chenle keeps rocking you torturously slow and deep.

“mmm,” jisung hums and forces you to hold back the grimace of pleasure that was beginning to form on your face when he looks over his shoulder. “just came back for more cigars.”

your hand squeeze chenle's bicep as he shoves his cock, hitting the delicious swollen spot inside, rocking side to side to make sure you feel him against your walls, full length coated with your creamy arousal. your hips react impulsively and you grind against him when his hand pushes your stomach towards his dick and you feel it buried in you.

his eyes meet yours when you look over your shoulder, smiling smugly, “just like that.”

“screwing up.” fuck, he said what you think he said? you both stop abruptly when he walks towards you and stops right at the other end of the table. his eyes squint you for what seems like an eternity until his sight falls on the billiard balls. “the game's pretty much fucked up from the way i see it.” he clicks his tongue, “i'll let you to it.”

jisung barely leaves the room when you feel chenle slide out of you. your throat forms a groan when you feel the emptiness in your pussy, forced to die instantly when he spin you on your heels and his hands tug hard at your dress. “hey, this is silk, moron!”

you let him strip you of your dress and manipulate your body as he sees fit when he makes you sit on the edge of the table to slide the fabric down your knees when he responds, “i'll buy you a new one. only if you let me take it off.” the cold bites your bare skin and chenle's heavy, dark gaze devours it. your breath condenses in your throat by the primal look of the boy contemplating your body; it fills you with infinite glory to know how affected you are that your legs spread open.

his eyes fall on your crotch and something furious flutters on your belly when he licks his lips. “gonna stand there and look stupid?”

a wail of surprise escapes your lips as his cold hands open your legs wider to position themselves between them. your hands grind on his shirt, unbuttoning it with nimble fingers as you feel his mouth creeping around your neck. “you look so fucking delicious.” warm lips sit on your sensitive skin and for a moment you forget what you're doing, rolling your eyes as his teeth finally bury themselves in the smooth flesh and his cock enters you slowly.

you feel every inch he pushes inside, hands making you grind against him until he shoves it all the way in and leaves you stargazing.

your moans in unison gather in the air. “o-oh, god.” you swallow hard. face burning and tickling with raw desire damping chenle's cock when he begins to pound you.

chenle's head buries in your breasts and nibbles and sucks on your tits, tongue wrapping around your hard nipples, before taking them in his mouth one and then another, sending shivers down your spine. your insides tighten as he hums and you feel the vibrations of his vocal cords deep within you, wreaking havoc on your sanity.

you're completely out of your head. spacing. thoughts liquefy with every hard thrust he gives you. legs trembling with pleasure as your mouth spills moans one after the other. “jesus, le, o-oh~.” you lock glances with him, watching his face twitch excitedly, brows furrowed, and skin starting to sweat. “so good, princess.” his mouth attacks you fiercely in a wet kiss before his lips move to your shoulder, where he sucks and bites.

chenle makes you drown out a sound when he lunges at you and pushes you against the pool table, laying you on it while his fingers burrow into your ribs without stopping the haunting hammering of his pelvis. cock hitting over and over your sweet spot, making you smile mesmerized at how good it feels. hissing and groaning, “yes, yes.” fog clouding your senses, sharp pain numbing your limbs, dick fucking you so good. “o-oh—” you cry from pleasure, back arching and tears forming on your eyes. the crushing climax coming closer, you bite your lips, troubled.

your body arches and twists, pelvis moving in a spasm towards him, “fuck!” he pants, “fuck, i'm close, s-so close.” his eyes close savoring the thrilling moment of ecstasy that embraces him. your body goes into another spasm as the searing pleasure spills into your belly and runs wildly down into your pussy. “chenle—” a scream escapes your throat before your mind is clouded with white noise and your body is paralyzed before it starts to suffer waves of strong spasms.

chenle drinks every pronounced throb of your pussy, and delights in your clenching walls wrapping around his cock empties his seed inside before taking his length out and milk the rest on your stomach. pearls of cum dripping into your tummy as his hot nut inside you starts to slide out.

the fog begins to recede from your thoughts and now you find yourself totally sober to say “le,” in a whine, staring at your stomach, “you better clean this up before someone comes in.”

your hand gets lost in his hair as he comes down to you and his mouth begins to clean his cum from you. an excited laugh assails you when he also takes the opportunity to bite your belly.

you bite your lip when he gives your pussy a lash with his tongue. sucking and tasting your velvety arousal. you drown out a groan and a current shakes your body. chenle diligently wipes the remnants of ejaculation with his mouth, taking his time. hands spreading your legs wider as he teases you, tongue swirling against your folds and your entrance before moving to your swollen clit.

you let out a shaky groan when you suddenly remember something.

“you still have my panties, a souvenir?” you taunt.

chenle pulls back far enough for you to look into his eyes, mouth pulling away from your pussy when a smile forms on his lips. your body shakes in anticipation just as he pronounces, “a trophy.” he comes over and kisses you, the taste of his cum mixing on your tongue before you break the kiss and look out the door.

“d'you hear that?” you utter.

“the wind?” he says, making a pretense of kissing you again but you stop him.

“someone was there,” you pronounce, blood rushing up your neck just as a knot grips your stomach. “jisung! oh, my god, jisung was standing there!” you squeal, panicking.

chenle removes your nails off his skin and rolls his eyes “okay, and? hope he enjoyed the show, that fucking heathen.”

you shake your head, starting to freak out. “oh, my god! no! it can't be, right?... he c-can't-” you breathe before your eyes glaze at chenle, because the more you come out of lethargy and hysteria takes hold of you the clearer your mind becomes, and the sharper the figure in the hallway. “that foul harpy.” chenle sighs and holds a hand to his septum in anticipation.

“jini,” he states as if it were some kind of poison.

“you have to do something about it.”

chenle snorts, in disbelief. “like, what? killed her?”

“seduce her or something!”

he bursts out laughing. “yn, are you serious right now? remind me why would i do that?”

“because, because! she's blinded by greed. she'll tell everyone, and no one can know, jisung can't know. he'll ruin me.” you mutter.

“because you're daddy's girl?” he sneers maliciously. his eyes squint at you when he sees you so tormented.

you see him debating behind his wild eyes whether to help you or not and panic lures in you. shit. you're willing to cry if it means convincing him, and he can notice it, because he clicks his tongue in delight. “yn, yn, yn,” he says like a mantra, “fine, fine.” he gives in, watching you whipping away the fake tears.

“let daddy take care of it.”

there was no way to describe the relationship you had with zhong chenle. it could be this symbiosis where both parties could get what they wanted. putting your reputation in his vain hands not only made you feel stupid but at the same time relieved. despite being a manipulative liar, he had ambition. you don't think you can remember a time when he didn't get away with something he truly wanted. there was no better prospect than to leave your faith in the hands of his machiavellian wit.

so you return to the party, trying to look composed. but chenle is still haunting your head and not allowing you to concentrate. your parents introduce you to some important figures and you are forced to put up the best façade because jisung is nowhere to be seen to help you.

thinking about jisung doesn't help either.

chenle: meet me at the pier.

the cold nibbles your skin as you make your way to the old zhong pier. you used to come when you were younger in the summer to lie with ningning and jini on the shore to sunbathe before getting splashed by your brother and chenle. vacations on the lake were full of refreshing days where you either took a swim or lay on a boat where you fell asleep from the swaying.

the lake is frozen by a thin layer of ice, and the closer you get, the more you can hear the laughter and pleasant chatter that others have a little further away from you.

there's a cut-out silhouette at the edge of the pier, waiting for you.

“le.”

jini turns around and smiles at you sharply. “just the copycat.”

you smile patiently.

“dear jini, tell me what you plan to do? murder me?” you mention, stepping closer. “are you going to push me into the lake? literally stab me? i'm hard to kill, and i wonder, how long will it take before someone comes?”

“do you really think someone will come?” she utters furrowing her eyebrows, “your brother? who lives under your shadow? hyunjin or yeji, after telling them that you were against the agreement with their parents? ningning, who hates you as much as i do? haechan, or perhaps chenle?” her eyes sparkle when she mentions his name, and the implicit of it gives you chills when you start to doubt whether it was he or she who sent the message.

“you want everything i want,” you provoke.

“gosh, you're so self-centered, aren't you? taking space, and taking the things that were for others. you don't realize this is your end, and no one will come to your rescue. chenle won't come to your rescue,” she corrects.

“oh, no need,” you say simply. “i've always loved to be a martyr, it's poetic.”

“you're quite a psychopath.” she laughs, and it's only at that moment that you notice how much she's been getting closer to you as you talked. “i... like to be ambitious.”

a scream freezes in your throat as she pushes you toward the lake.

── 8:02hr 🃏 after ──

#nct dream smut #chenle smut #zhong chenle smut #chenle x reader

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bitchiswild · 29 days

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Who your top fav writers and why? I am new and I want to start reading

Very good question! So first off we have

@jensettermandu-oh em to the gee She has AMAZINGGGG STORIES AND HER WRITINGGGGG CHEFS KISS.

@pupyuj- ENAAA MY BESTIEEE WHO I KEEP PROMISING TO PLAY GAMES WITH BUT HAVE NO TIMEEEEEEE ( IM SO SORRYYYY) her writing and blurbs are saur good 10/10 everytime.

@jade-jini - MY BABY MY DAUGHTER (including keer ily keer mwah) HER WRITING SO GOOD LOVE IT LOVE HER.

@wintersera - KAY KAY AKA JADES BAE MY DAUGHTER IN LAWWWWW HER WRITINGGGGG MWAH MWAH LOVE YOU KK

@wonysugar - SUGARRRRR OUUUUU OUUUUUU SHES A LITTLE CRAY CRAYYY BUT WE LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ily ugar 🦭

@lilacura- 🤭 MY LOVEEE MY WIFE THE ONE WHO HELPS ME DEAL WITH JADE AND HER MILLIONS OF KIDS😰 She has like a handful of smut BUT HER FLUFF AND ANGST WE LOVEEEEEEEEEEE💕

@myouicieloz - SOLLLL MY SISTERRRR 👯‍♀️ HER WRITINGGGG YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS thats all i gotta say :3 ily

@ningvory- NABIIII MY BESTIE WHO SENDS ME THOSE GAMES THAT I ALWAY SEE OTHER PEOPLE DOINGGGGGGGGG, HER STORIESSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSS WE LOVEEEEEEEEE.

@kittyl1z- SIENNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YES. WE LOVEEE. SHE HASNT BEEN WRITING ON TUMBLR RECENTLYYY BUT DO CHECK OUT HER STUFFFFFF 🫶

There are many more people to add but this is the gist of it all, ( if i didnt add you it doesnt mean i love you any less, complain to me then ill add you in a heart beat dw) i hope i answered your questions anon :3 give support to my family thank you very much 😌🙏

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jiniret-writings · 8 months

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Spa Nights with Hyunjin

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Warnings: None

Other Members' Parts:

Bangchan || Leeknow || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Felix || Seungmin || I.N

Hyunjin gives off the vibes that he enjoys a nice wine/bourbon night

I'm talking low lights, candles, a fireplace (or a video of one), some light music.

He's a romantic, and he loves sprinkling romantic elements wherever he can

Spa nights definitely start with a bath together

Nothing risky, but laying in the bath together is just so comforting.

Washing each others hair is a must

It's just so soft

Hyunjin is happy to do whatever you want to do

And in any way you want to do it

Which is why when you come out of the bedroom with a hair brush, curler, and a whole bag of clips and hair ties, he just sighs and sits on the floor

If you're happy, he's happy

No matter how you do his hair, the smile on your face is enough to make him content.

Same goes for his face mask and nails

"Did you learn how to mix the mask from Seungmin?"

"He said you liked it watery!"

"HE SAID WHAT?!?"

Give him a kiss and he's placated

Still, no matter how you apply anything, he'll endure it with a smile

Another member who loves matching his nails with yours

Let him choose the design and he'll be the happiest ferret

He'll pay such good attention to your nails

He'd been studying modern art and tried a little something on your nails

Recreating it isn't too hard for you since it's just a series of boxes in different colors

Even if the lines are messy, they're your messy lines, and that makes them perfect

Wit the romantic vibe, there is only one genre perfect for a spa night

COMEDY!

A good laugh with the person you love can solve almost anything

And his laugh is infectious

Half of your attention is on the actual movie but the other half is the two of you making jokes about the scenes and characters

And movies always bring on the hypothetical questions

But they are to be taken VERY seriously

Because why knows? Hyunjin might need to know what to do if you get kidnapped by some magician that wants to turn you into a wooden puppet!

When you fall asleep, you're still talking about puppet-land in hushed whispers and giggles

Hi! Here's Hyune's part of this little series of headcanons! I'm having a lot of fun writing these because it's giving me ideas for future prompts as well! That being said, I think I'm gonna post the other four members (Bangchan, Leeknow, Seungmin, I.N) after a few days. I have some works in my drafts I want to work on and get out there first, so I will do the other members in a couple days!

I'm excited about the next few works because they deal with heavier themes and one is an au that I've wanted to write for a while. Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! And as always, have a great morning, afternoon, evening, and night!

-Jini

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haewho · 9 months

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˚ʚ 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅, 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ɞ˚

[ summary ] > han yn was known in her school as an absolute sweetheart, sunghoon on the other hand was known as the football player with a cold heart. despite this, yn seemed to have the biggest crush on him, while sunghoon despised the young girl, i mean how can anyone genuinely be that happy and keep a smile on their face even as they have a milkshake spilling on their head (courtesy of sunghoon)! will yn be able to conquer his heart and experience a true first love or not? 𓇢𓆸

[ genre ] > highschool!au, one-sided enemies to lovers, fluff, romace, sunshine & grumpy trope. 𓇢𓆸

[ warnings ] > cursing, sunghoon is an asshole, yn cant stand up for herself and is way too smitten for sunghoon 😭, slight bullying 𓇢𓆸

[ extras ] > enhypen, aespa, some zb1 members, jeonghyeon (wakeone), jini, wonyoung (ive), beomgyu (txt), & brief mentions of other idols 𓇢𓆸

[ author’s note ] > dw guys my wave smau will still be happening! i will just also write for this one as well! yns face claim in duna from csr! this is heavily inspired by their song pop? pop! check it out! 𓇢𓆸

[ taglist ] > @enhaz1 @alicesolengg @flmtunes @jrjr289 open! 𓇢𓆸 (non-bold means i cannot tag you, please check your settings!)

𝑃𝑅𝑂𝐹𝐼𝐿𝐸𝑆 > lovelies , enha

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆 > 001. a first love

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myouicieloz · 4 months

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any blogs you can recommend that writes imagines, request like you for girl groups? it’s always boy group blogs i’m seeing and i just want women ˙◠˙ also i love everything u write it hits me deep

hii!! ofc ^^ there are so many!! most of them have their reqs closed rn but they still have lots of works posted so imma tag them anyways. also i don’t know if you’d like to read angst but there’s always angst queen @spadesolace

so you have @jade-jini if you like to read for yunjin bc she’s the yunjin girlie and i eat up each n every one of her works abt any idol honestly

@wintersera whenever minjeong is mentioned but honestly whatever they write is alw fire

@pupyuj both sfw and nswf’s works are SO ,,,😤im so sat every time

@wonysugar bc not only her works slay hard but her anons are also lowk eating😭😭they’re so good too w what they send

@giginings my gf daphne can be a little evil teasing angst but!! it’s ok bc she slays we can suffer a little

@fanfiction4sooya lua’s reqs are closed rn (poor girlie still gets loads of them tho lol) but she always slays w her smuts and they’re never boring ^^

@slowlydifferentbluebird is always posting her reqs and i read them every time even if idk who the idols are😭 also miss u Zazá n love all of your works🫶🏽🫶🏽

@perfectsunlight is the best w the long fics and aus i also love all of them

@yuki3000 ily her hcs!!

@heavenlycloud specially w the lessera stuff bc it’s chief’s kiss

@jigujellee yunjin angst’s are my faves

@vlance check her heart to heart series !! im looking forward for more bc ily

@saiiidahyunee and @lovinhyo for the twice girlies bc they’re the best

i also have a few of my fav works reblogged under my rec # ^^

#s.recs #s.answers #this kinda turned into an appreciation post ig?#but anyway ily all of them and their works they’re so sweet and talented

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roses-r-rosie3 · 1 year

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silantryoo · 1 year

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choi yunjin (jini) x reader (angst)

WARNINGS ; internalized & blatant homophobia

yunjin watches as you talk to your girlfriend, tears threatening to fall from her eyes as her members look at her in pity.

she stares, wondering if you still remember how everything was back then. she wonders if deep down, you feel the same way she does when she looks at you.

maybe if she had been different, everything would have been just like the way she imagines it every single night.

she just wants you back in her life, even if that meant hurting herself for a single chance, just like she had hurt you.

but yunjin knew it was too late.

[CHOI YUNJIN, FOUR YEARS OLD]

she was only four then, but she could remember it clearly.

you had been wearing a pokemon sweater paired with a light pink tutu. she was watching you from her window as your parents moved your things into the house. you sat on the curb of the street as cars passed you. she remembers going up to you, worried that you were going to get hit but you had been too preoccupied with your DS to notice her.

"you should move." she scolded you, your eyes still trained onto your device. "you're gonna get hurt."

"my mom said i shouldn't talk to strangers," you muttered out, scooting away as she sat next to you.

yunjin frowned. "i'm just a kid. i can't hurt you."

you paused your game and looked up at the girl.

yunjin didn't know what love was back then, but she was sure it felt something like when she first met your eyes.

"how old are you?" you asked her, watching as her tanned face turned a bright red.

yunjin cleared her throat and raised four fingers. "i'm four and one months."

"i'm four and three months." you smirked at her. you stood up, puffing your chest out as you locked eyes with yunjin. "you shouldn't tell your unnie what to do."

"you aren't my unnie." yunjin followed you, standing up and towering over your tiny body. "we're the same age."

"whatever." you rolled your eyes, watching as yunjin scanned your face closely. "can you go away now? i wanna play by myself."

yunjin shook her head. "no."

"why?"

"i don't want you to get hurt."

"why?"

yunjin hummed to herself, scratching her head as she thought of a reason. "because you're pretty."

you looked at her weirdly before shrugging.

"why didn't you just tell me that?" you gripped onto your DS as another car passed you.

yunjin shook her head. "girls can't call girls pretty."

"yeah, they can." you gave her another weird look. "i call my mom pretty all the time."

yunjin shook her head again. "that's not what i meant."

you tilted your head. she wasn't sure why you were confused. it was just common sense. girls can't call other girls pretty except themselves. it was something that you could only say to boys.

she watched as you walked away, and although she knew she shouldn't chase after you, she still did.

yunjin spent the entire day with you that day.

[CHOI YUNJIN, EIGHT YEARS OLD]

yunjin was sprawled on the ground, her body sore from the dance group that her mom had signed her up for. despite being tired, she wanted to hang out with you, even if that meant that you were doing your homework from cram school, mumbling as she groaned about how tired she was that day.

yunjin watched you, the radio in your room played 'nobody' by the wonder girls.

"i want to be an idol."

yunjin watched as you stopped writing and turned towards her. "okay?"

"aren't you happy for me?" yunjin frowned, expecting more of a reaction from you. "i figured out what to do with my life!"

you rolled your eyes at the younger girl's theatrics.

"you were always going to perform one way or another." you shrugged nonchalantly. "it's what you were born to do."

yunjin could feel herself blushing for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. she loved getting compliments from you. it always made her feel special.

"you think so?" she muttered shyly.

"yeah." you smiled fondly at the girl, almost as if you were thinking about something. "you're kinda like those tigers in the wild."

yunjin gasped. she sat up and threw the nearest pillow at your head. "that's mean!"

"no it's not!" you caught it mid-air, trying to hold down your laughter as yunjin continued to whine. "tigers are pretty and they're strong! you're mean!"

"well, how was i supposed to know what you meant?" she shouted back at you, slightly annoyed and embarrassed.

"you should already know since you're my best friend!" you frowned.

"well, i'm sorry!"

"me too!"

a loud knock cut the two of you off.

"do you guys want some ice cream?" you heard your mom's muffled voice through the door.

you stood up and looked at yunjin. the two of you raced towards the door.

"i want cheese flavored!"

[CHOI YUNJIN, ELEVEN YEARS OLD]

yunjin tucked her hair to the side, keeping her head down as she listened to the whispers around her. she knew that it was a bad idea that her mom knew. she was going to tell everyone (and she did).

"jinni!"

yunjin looked up before feeling herself getting lifted off the ground. she looked down to see who was holding her, only to find you smiling up at her.

her face turned red as everyone in the hallway watched the two of you.

"y/nnie!" she slapped your arm, too happy to put any force into it. "put me down, everyone's staring!"

"who cares?" you grinned wider, holding her with one arm as you pointed at the taller girl. "choi yunjin is a future idol in the making!"

if no one was paying attention, everyone was now. they giggled at your gesture, some even cheering for yunjin as she hid her face in her hands.

despite being nervous, her heart was beating fast for another reason.

"put me down!" she complained another time, feeling everyone's stares on her as the two of you disrupted everyone's break.

"she's gonna buy her best friend the biggest house in the entire world!" you added on, laughing as she yelled at you again.

she slapped the top of your head, causing you to put her down. yunjin looked over at you, wondering if she actually hurt you, only for you to look up at her with a grin.

"i'm so proud of you," you said softly.

yunjin could feel the air escape from her chest. "really?"

"yeah, duh." you rolled your eyes, earning another slap from the soon-to-be trainee. "it just sucks that you're moving."

yunjin nodded. it was one of the only things that she hated about the deal. although she was pursuing her dreams, she would always know that a part of her will be back here with you.

"we can always call," she muttered.

you covered your mouth as you thought. "or we can just dorm together."

"what are you talking about?" yunjin looked at you. you were supposed to be the smart one, not her.

you smirked as you raised your hands up. "i got into hansan."

"what?"

"we're dorming together, idiot!" you laughed loudly at yunjin's shocked face. "my mom said that—"

with adrenaline filling up inside her body, she launched herself at you, lifting you up as you screamed in terror. "we're dorming!"

"jinni, put me down!"

[CHOI YUNJIN, THIRTEEN YEARS OLD]

yunjin buried herself in what seemed to be a cocoon of her self-pity. she was embarrassed and disgusted with herself. she shouldn't have done what she did. it scared her that she did it without thinking, but what scared her the most was that she wanted to do it again.

she wanted to kiss you again.

"jinni." you said, closing your dorm room.

you walked to the window, allowing the moonlight so enter the room. yunjin covered her head with her blanket.

"go away." she muffled out.

"jinni..." you sighed, sitting on her bed as she scooted away from you. "you know i don't care that you kissed me."

yunjin groaned, slamming her blankets away from her puffy face. "go. away."

you frowned. you didn't realize that she had been so torn up about something like this. she had always been supportive of your preferences, but you guessed it was different when it came to her.

"yunjin."

she whined, turning to look at you. she hated how you could be so calm about something like this. "leave me alone, y/n."

you stared at her with an emotion she couldn't place back then (but thinking about it now, she realizes it was hurt).

"why did you kiss me?" you asked.

"i don't know!" she kicked her feet around, almost breaking out into a sob. "stop bugging me!"

"choi yunjin."

she huffed and sat up, looking at your perfect face. looking at you made her angry. "you looked pretty."

you opened your mouth to speak, only to end up chuckling lightly, something that made yunjin angrier than she ever had been. "you could've just said that."

"i'm not like you, okay?" she growled back, her eyes turning into a sharp glare. "i'll never be like you."

yunjin watched as your smile slowly dropped, making her realize that she had messed you.

you smiled at her with watery eyes, your voice slightly wavering. "you didn't have to say that, y'know?"

yunjin gulped. she had only seen you cry once in your life, and that was when you had been so heartbroken about how your own grandparents refused to talk to you during last years christmas.

you had ran to her house, tears in your eyes and she held you for the entire night.

she never wanted you to feel that way again.

"y/nnie, wait." she moved the blanket off of her legs, trying to grab your arm as you made your way to your side of the room. "i didn't mean it like that."

"it doesn't matter." you muttered. "i'm going to sleep."

"y/nnie," she whispered as your figure turned away from her. "i'm sorry."

"goodnight, yunjin."

she remembers that she stayed up the entire night, listening to you as you tried your best not to cry too loud so she could sleep.

she remembers that that was the very first time you called her yunjin, and every year since then, she would have the same dream over and over again, like her brain was taunting her for breaking her promise.

yunjin wishes she could go back in time.

[CHOI YUNJIN, FIFTEEN YEARS OLD]

"jinni!" you waved at her, your uniform smoothed out and completely wrinkle-free.

"y/nnie!" yunjin shouted as you engulfed her in a hug, one that you made sure not to linger too long. "i'm so nervous."

"don't be." you punched her arm lightly, watching as she furrowed her eyebrows. "it's just graduation."

"i know but—"

"school doesn't matter anyways." you squeezed her arm reassuringly, sending waves of electricity up down her entire body. "you're gonna be famous, remember?"

yunjin shook her head. "i might not even debut."

"then they're stupid for that." you scoffed, ushering her to walk to the gym for the ceremony. "if i was jyp, i'd keep you in my company forever."

you cringed at the thought of you suddenly turning into an old, withered man.

"you aren't jyp." yunjin grinned, feeling much lighter than before.

you chuckled nervously, the thought of being the ceo terrifying you. "thank god."

"hey y/n?" yunjin stopped in her tracks.

you turned around to face her, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "yeah?"

yunjin remembers how many things she wanted to say to you, some of them even terrifying her to a point where it ended up with her hurting you in future situations.

she wished she was brave enough back then.

"thank you." yunjin said simply.

you looked at her weirdly. "for what?"

"i don't know." she shrugged, feeling her face burn in embarrassment.

"you are so weird." you laughed, grabbing her hand gently. "it's a good thing you're pretty."

yunjin rolled her eyes and punched you with her free hand, too scared to let go of you in fear that you would disappear.

"i hope you trip on your way up."

"i hate you." you stuck your tongue out, earning a laugh from the trainee.

she remembers when you used those words as a joke, instead of a truth.

[CHOI YUNJIN, SIXTEEN YEARS OLD]

her mom had agreed for her to stop going to high school. she was finally going to put her 100% into being a trainee. she was gonna reach her dream.

but there was only one problem.

"y/nnie." yunjin hugged you tightly, her luggage packed right behind her.

"jinni." you pulled away, wiping the younger girl's tears. "hey, don't be sad."

"i'm sorry," she said, meaning more than what she could ever tell you.

"it's okay." you smiled, patting her shoulder lightly. "this is your dream, isn't it?"

yunjin nodded. "yeah."

"don't let me hold you back." you whispered, almost as if it meant more than just meets the eye. "i just want to see you shine on stage."

"i don't want to leave you." she shook her head, pulling you into another hug.

"you won't." you laughed loudly. yunjin felt herself smile against your shoulder. "we'll still be friends. i'll text you every day, okay?"

she nodded against you shoulder, listening to your heart beat.

"y/nnie?"

"yeah?"

"thank you." yunjin wished (and still wishes) she could say more.

she felt her shoulder getting wet. "for what?"

"for you."

"well, thank you for you too, weirdo." yunjin hear you sniffle as you pulled back, quickly wiping your face. "don't forget to give me yuna-sunbaenim's number."

yunjin frowned, but quickly hid it with a playful smile. "i'll try."

"i'll be waiting." you winked, giving the younger girl a last squeeze on her arm. "you better work hard because you're definitely going to be my bias."

her heart fluttered at the thought of you supporting her while she was on stage. "okay."

"i'll miss you," you whispered, softer that she had ever heard you spoke.

"i'll miss you too."

yunjin wishes that she kissed you there.

[CHOI YUNJIN, SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD]

you groaned, feeling as if your arm was about to be torn off as yunjin dragged you out into the hallway. your other hand gripped onto the bento box that you had made especially just for her.

"why are you here?" she whisper-yelled at you, dropping your arm harshly.

you looked at her confused. "you said to visit?"

"not at the dorms! are you insane?" yunjin scratched her head. she looked around and saw that no one was to be found. "what if they saw you?"

you squinted, not sure what she was implying.

"what if who saw me?" you asked slowly.

she rolled her eyes. "y/nnie, please."

you scoffed at the taller girl. "are you embarrassed by me?"

"no." yunjin clenched her jaw, a habit you knew she did when she was lying. "look, just tell me first."

"you asked me to stop by." you yelled, gripping on tighter to the food in your hands.

yunjin shushed you, looking around.

"this wasn't what i meant though." she rubbed her forehead.

she watched as you smirked in disbelief. "what did you mean then?"

"couldn't we meet outside?"

"like at night? with our faces covered?" you asked, watching as she nodded furiously, thinking that you finally understood what she meant. "i cannot believe you."

"i'm debuting soon." yunjin tried to explain, not wanting you to be upset. "i can't have people finding out that i'm friends with someone like you."

yunjin remembers how your face went stoic. she relives that moment every night, knowing that it was the day that you had fully closed yourself off to her.

she had fully lost you.

"someone like me." you nodded, an eerily happy smile on your face. "someone like me?"

yunjin's eyes widened. "that came out wrong. you know that isn't what i meant."

she watched as tears fell down from your face.

"screw you, choi yunjin."

yunjin reached out for your arm, but you pulled away faster than she could react. "y/nnie..."

"i've been so patient with you and you're gonna treat me like garbage?" you swallowed, trying to hold back a sob. "no one's gonna see me here!"

"the trainees—" yunjin pointed to her door, noticing how yoona and kyujin's heads were popping out from the doorway.

she could deal with them later. what mattered now was you.

"the trainees know who i am! even the idols do!" you sighed, tears now waterfalling down your face. "i get that you don't agree with it but why'd you have to be such a dick about it?"

"y/nnie, i'm sorry." yunjin reached out to you, but it was as if you were gone.

"don't ever fucking talk to me again." you shoved the bento in her hands. wiping your eyes, she remembers your last words to her. "i hate you, choi yunjin."

she watched you walk away, tears falling on the pokemon bento that you gave her, the same one that she had gifted you back when you were kids on your seventh birthday.

if she knew that that was the last time you would ever talk to her, she would've done things differently. maybe then, she would be standing with you instead.

but it doesn't matter anymore.

[CHOI YUNJIN, EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD]

yunjin smiles happily. she had finally won her first award after working so hard all those years. now she was standing in the back rooms as her seniors congratulate her team.

she knows that she should've been happy, but she couldn't help but feel like she was missing something.

yunjin feels a tap on her shoulder.

"yunjin?"

she turns around, and it suddenly feels like she was back on the curb at her childhood house, watching you almost get run over by a car.

"y/nnie?" yunjin says out of habit. her face twitches into a smile. "hey."

"congrats on your first award!" you give her a hug, one that doesn't last as long as the ones before.

yunjin wonders when the last time you hugged her was.

"thank you." yunjin bows to you, a smile on her face. "what are you doing here?"

you shrug, yunjin too busy staring at you to notice that you had been scanning the area. "nothing much. i'm just here to visit someone."

yunjin nods, suddenly feeling awkward about your last interaction more than a year ago. "i'm sorry about—"

"it's okay." you nod understandingly. you give her a light squeeze on her shoulder, and she feels like she was taken back in time. "i get it. you were scared and i shouldn't have said what i said either."

yunjin swallows. "y/n, i think i'm in l—"

"jagi!"

she watches as you turn around, her face dropping as soon as she sees the person who had yelled for you.

"shin yuna!" you giggle as the idol wraps you in her arms. "can't you be any quieter?"

yunjin watches as yuna pouts. "but i missed you."

"i missed you too."

yunjin was going to be sick.

"jinni-ssi, hi." the younger girl's head snaps up at her senior addressing her. "please don't tell anyone but this is y/n. she's my girlfriend."

she tries her best to seem unaffected, but she could tell by yoona's worried look over your shoulder that she wasn't doing a good job.

yunjin smiles tightly. "girlfriend?"

"i found her crying outside the jyp building a year ago, i think?" yunjin watches as you looked at yuna the way she remembers you looking at her. "i thought she was gonna get hit by a car or something."

"i was careful!" you whine.

yuna rolls her eyes, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. "no, you were crying."

yunjin hates that you look happy, but she what she hates even more was the fact that the reason you were with yuna in the first place was because of her.

she lost you. you didn't lose her.

"you guys look good together." yunjin nods, bowing once more at yuna who sends her a smile.

"thank you." you smile back, relief flooding your chest. "it was nice seeing you again, yunjin."

you bowed down, your eyes meeting hers. (i loved you, jinni, but you were too scared.)

"you too, y/n."

(i know. i'm sorry. i love you.)

[Y/L/N Y/N, EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD]

yuna looks at you with a curious gaze. "how do you know who she is?"

"she's just an old friend." you shrug, as if yunjin wasn't the first person to ever hold your heart in the palm of her hands.

you smile bittersweetly as yuna wraps her arms around you.

(maybe in another life, choi yunjin.)

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xiakato · 10 months

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Need To Know (M) - Handong

What is one thing that you’ve always wanted? Money? Love? A sense of belonging? Happiness? You’ve always thought about it, what can truly get you to the point of honest to god happiness? You once feared that you may never find it, even if heaven fell to Earth. The endless cycle of earning money to merely remedy the loneliness that clutches your heart. The whores that you paid for that false sense of intimacy. The exact ones that you kicked out the morning after. You tried and tried yet nothing, no one that can make you want them longer than a terrible night. Many around you find it funny, one day you bed a woman, the next you don’t know her name and couldn’t care less to remember it.

“Hey Y/n,” Your friend from college gets your attention drawing your eyes away from the paperwork littering the desk.

“What Sungwoo?” You look back down once you realize it’s him, getting back to work.

“We got a new hire here,” He smiles as you look back up, turning he gestures for the new hire to come, “Greet the CEO.”

“Hello, nice to meet you CEO, I’m the new hire on the marketing team. My name is Handong,” She bows 90 degrees, you can’t help but stare at her. Truly a beautiful woman, possibly the most beautiful woman you ever laid those filthy eyes on.

“I expect great things from you Handong,” You smile at her, a blush lightly dusts her cheeks. From the corner of your eye, you see Sungwoo cringing.You send Handong to start her work, she bows and quickly leaves your office.

“Cringe,” Sungwoo wiggles into the chair in front of your desk.

“Fuck off,” You shake your head moving the signed papers back to their folders.

“Hey now, the last time you smiled like that was when you were with Jini.”

“Don’t you fucking say her name again do you understand me?”

Sungwoo waves you off, standing up, “Handong has a boyfriend, so don’t go for it.”

You shake your head as he leaves, letting a heavy sigh. You turn to look out of the window. The brightness of the rising sun blinds you. The unfaltering light, only getting knocked out of your thoughts by another knock on your door.

“Come in,” You say and Handong’s head peeks in with a shy smile on her face, “Oh you’re already back, is something wrong?”

“Oh no, nothing is wrong. It’s just the team leader wanted me to get you to sign a few things. Saying something that you would sign easily if I was the one to bring them to you,” She giggles softly, handing the documents to you as you rest your face in your hands. You look over the papers, only signing one, throwing the other away. She looks at you confused,”Why did you throw away that one?”

“That team leader of yours is up to no good,” You shake your head, Her smile isn’t good for you, “Here is the other one,” you hand it back to her which she bows and leaves. You smile to yourself but wiping it off your face and getting back to work. The day went by quickly, you are usually always the last to leave, as you make the walk to the elevator, the light from a lamp catches your attention. You walk over seeing Handong, typing away at a word doc. You stand there reading the contents just slightly. You watch as she fails to notice your presence, “Interesting.”

She jumps, quickly closing the word doc, “Hello there CEO,” She stands out of her chair, bowing to you.

“First day, and already staying late Handong?” You chuckle at her, thinking about what she was writing. The classic office worker and CEO steamy romance.

“I was just finishing up something for tomorrow,” She looks away, her hand gripping the hem of her skirt.

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride home. It’s already past the time for the last train,” You turn around and gesture for her to follow.

“Thank you,” She quickly turns off her pc and follows you onto the awkwardly quiet elevator.

Wanting to break the silence, “So employee and CEO romance eh?” You ask her, chuckling as you watch her face turn red.

“J-j-just a childhood fantasy that I turned into a story,” She stammers out, wiping her hands on her skirt.

“Do you want to make that dream a reality?” You look at her, the sultry look filling your eyes, you can’t help yourself. Her sweet scent filling the elevator is getting to you, her blush flushing her cheeks.

“W-what?” She stares in shock, you couldn’t help but to laugh at her face. Your smile seared into her mind, “Is that an offer?”

“It would be, if you didn’t have a boyfriend,” You look away, you could see her stare lingers on you. You look back at her, “Is there something you need to say?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, haven’t had one for awhile.”

“I find that hard to believe for someone as beautiful as yourself,” You smile at her, “Sungwoo said that you had a boyfriend.”

“He’s been hitting on me since I got here,” She chuckles, “Perhaps that’s why he said that.”

You laugh, as the elevator stops. Stepping out, you turn around handing your hand out to her, “Need to know if you’re going to take my offer.”

She shyly smiles, taking your hand. Quickly getting to the car, you make a b-line to your penthouse. Her hands rubbing your crotch the entire drive, you resist long enough to get to your destination. Pulling her up to your place, quickly getting the door open. She pushed against your wall, your lips attacking her porcelain neck. Her breath hitching as your hands study her body, learning everything there is to this woman. Her body is divine to say the least, you are glad to have the opportunity to thoroughly explore her. But you’re not the only one, her hands strip you out of her suit jacket and your button up. She feels your every muscle tense under her touch, she can’t help but bite, trying every little bit to get a taste.

“I need you,” She whimpers under her breath, you lift her up, hands tightly on her thighs. She can feel her heartbeat in excitement of what’s to come, the feeling of you, in every aspect. The weight of your body on hers, as you take her in anyway you want. You stop short of the bed, sliding her down to her feet. She quickly strips but you stop her at the skirt.

“Keep it on,” You tell her, only adding to her fire as she slips out of the panties. You take mental snapshots of her hips, her midriff, everything. She gets to work on her belt, tumbling over her hands because of her eagerness. You help, only a little, unbuckling your belt. She quickly undoes your trousers, pulling them down with your boxers. Her hand, like a magnet, immediately strokes your shaft. As if she’s mesmerized, she spreads your pre cum all over your cock, watching intently as your cock starts to glisten.

“Perfect,” She smiles as she falls onto her back, spreading her legs. Her pussy is dripping, waiting for you, “Hurry, I’m waiting for you Sir.”

You’re not one to make a woman wait for you, gripping onto her legs, spreading them wider. She guides you in, her velvet walls tightening around you as you get deeper and deeper. Her eyes flutter, supporting her weight on her elbows only trying to keep herself closer to you. Slowly starting to thrust, her whimpers fill the room.

“S-slowly sir, I never had someone as big as you,” She tells you adding to your ego, your hips roll slowly yet ensuring she can feel most of you. Her eyes keep fluttering as you reach unexplored depths. Her arms give out, making her lay fully down on the soft bed, her hands grip onto your forearms, “Faster,” She whimpers out, you go faster and faster, pushing yourself deeper.

“So good,” You mutter as you push her legs further back, getting into the mating press. Her eyes widen as you get deeper than you could before.

“O-oh FUCK!” She couldn’t help but scream out, you silence her by attacking her lips. You want to make her mind blank, you feel like you already accomplished that but couldn’t hurt to ensure it. You piston hard into her as she starts to squirt, her eyes rolled back into her head. You need to go faster and faster, her moans are silent. She’s tighter than before not wanting to let your cock go. Your climax is coming yet you don’t want to pull out, and you’re guessing she doesn’t want you to either. Her eyes hazy, yet slightly there, “You better cum in me, fill me sir, please,” You smile, your favorite thing to hear. You continue to piston as you shoot rope after rope into her. Once satisfied, you pull out and your cum oozes out of her, her body shaking in your arms, “I think I’m in love.”

#dreamcatcher #handong #kpop smut

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Everyday pt.15

Hanni Pham x reader pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt13, pt14, pt16

a/n 5 more to go, credits to ''every day'' by David levithan

Day 6022

My plan is to wake up early—around six—and email Hanni.

But my plan is foiled when I’m shaken awake a little before five.

''Jini, it’s time to get up.”

It’s my mother—Jini’s mother—and unlike with Dana’s mother, there’s only apology in her voice.

I figure it’s time for swim practice, or something else I have to do before school. But when I get out of bed, my foot hits a suitcase.

I hear my mom in the other room, waking up my sisters.

“It’s time to go to Hawaii!” she says cheerily.

Hawaii.

I access and find that, yes, we are leaving for Hawaii this morning. Jini’s older sister is getting married there. And Jini’s family has decided to take a weeklong vacation.

Only for me it won’t be a week. Because in order to get back, I’d have to wake up in the body of a nineteen-year-old who was heading home to Maryland that day. It could take weeks. Months.

It might never happen.

“The car’s coming in forty-five minutes!” Jini’s dad calls up.

Under no circumstances can I go.

Jini’s wardrobe consists mostly of T-shirts for heavy metal bands. I throw one on, as well as jeans.

“You’re just asking Homeland Security to give you a full cavity search,” one of my sisters says as I pass her in the hall.

I am still trying to figure out what to do.

Jini doesn’t have her license, and I don’t think it would help for me to steal one of her parents’ cars. Her older sister’s wedding isn’t until Friday, so at least I’m not jeopardizing her attendance there. But who am I kidding? Even if the wedding were this evening, I wouldn’t get on that plane.

I know I am going to get Jini in a huge amount of trouble. I apologize to her profusely as I write my note and leave it on the kitchen table.

I can’t go today. I am so sorry. I will be back later tonight. Go without me. I’ll get there somehow by Thursday.

While everyone else is upstairs, I walk out the back door.

I could call a cab, but I’m afraid her parents will call the local cab companies to see if they’ve picked up any metalhead teens lately. I am at least two hours away from Hanni. I take the nearest bus I can find, and ask the driver the best way to get to her town. He laughs and says, “By car.” I tell him that’s not an option, and in return he tells me I’ll probably have to head to Baltimore and then back out again.

It takes about seven hours.

School isn’t out yet when I get there, having walked about a mile from the center of town. Again, nobody stops me, even though I’m an intimidating, jet-black-haired, sweating girl in a Metallica T-shirt storming up the steps.

I try to remember Hanni’s schedule from when I was inside her head, and have a vague recollection that this period is gym. I check the gymnasium and find it empty. The natural next stop is the fields, which are behind the school. When I walk out, I find a softball game in action. Hanni is at third base.

She sees me out of the corner of her eye. I wave. It’s unclear whether she recognizes me as me or not. I feel too out in the open, too much in the line of the gym teacher’s sight. So I retreat back to the school, by the door. Just another slacker, taking a smokeless smoke break.

Hanni walks over to one of the teachers and says something. The teacher looks sympathetic, and puts another student on third base. Hanni starts heading toward the school. I step back inside, and wait for her in the empty gym.

“Hey,” I say once she steps inside.

“Where the hell were you?” she replies.

I’ve never seen her this angry before. It’s the kind of anger that comes when you feel betrayed by not just a single person, but the universe.

“I was locked in my room,” I tell her. “It was awful. There wasn’t even a computer.”

“I waited for you,” she tells me. “I got up. Made the bed. Had some breakfast. And then I waited. The reception on my phone went on and off, so I figured that had to be it. I started reading old issues of Field & Stream, because that’s the only reading material up there. Then I heard footsteps. I was so excited. When I heard someone at the door, I ran to it.

“Well, it wasn’t you. It was this eighty-year-old guy. And he had this dead deer with him. I don’t know who was more surprised. I just screamed when I saw him. And he nearly had a heart attack. I wasn’t naked, but I was close. I was so ashamed of myself. He wasn’t even sweet about it. He said I was trespassing. I told him Artie was my uncle, but he wasn’t believing me. I think the only thing that saved me was that Artie and I have the same last name. I was there in my underwear, showing this guy my ID. There was blood on his hands. And he said there were other guys coming. He’d just assumed my car was one of theirs.

“The problem was—I still thought you were coming. So I couldn’t leave. I put on my clothes, and had to sit there as they came and gutted that poor deer. I waited there after they left. I waited there until dark. The cabin smelled like blood, Yn. But I stayed there. And you never came.”

I tell her about Dana. Then I tell her about Jini, and running out of her house.

It’s something. But it’s not enough.

“How are we supposed to do this?” she asks me. “How?”

I want there to be an answer. I want to have an answer.

“Come here,” I say. And I hold her close, because that’s the only answer I have.

We stand like that for a minute, each not knowing what comes next. When the door to the gym opens, we pull away from each other. But we’re too late. I figure it’s one of the gym teachers, or another girl from class. But it’s not even that door. It’s the door from the school side, and it’s Minji who’s walked through.

“What the hell?” she says. “What. The. Hell?”

Hanni tries to explain. “Minji—” she begins. But she cuts her off.

“Yeeun texted me to say you weren’t feeling well. So I was going to see if you were okay. Well, I guess you’re real okay. Don’t let me interrupt.”

“Stop it,” Hanni says.

“Stop what, you bitch?” she asks. She’s on us now.

“Minji,” I say.

She turns to me. “You’re not even allowed to speak, bro.”

I’m about to say something else, but she’s already punching me. Her fist crashes right against the bridge of my nose. I’m knocked down to the ground.

Hanni screams and moves to help me up. Minji pulls at her arm.

“I always knew you were a bitch,” Minji says.

“Stop it!” Hanni cries out.

Minji lets go of her and comes back over to me. She starts kicking my body.

“This your new girlfriend?” Minji yells. “You love her?”

“I don’t love her!” Hanni yells back. “But I don’t love you, either.”

The next time she kicks, I grab her leg and pull her down. She crashes onto the gym floor. I think this will stop her, but she jabs her boot out again and gets me in the chin. My teeth rattle.

At this point, some whistle must blow outside, because within thirty seconds, girls from softball are streaming into the gym. When they see the carnage, they cluck and gasp. One girl runs over to Hanni to make sure she’s okay.

Minji gets up and kicks me again, just so everyone can see it. It barely grazes me, and I use the momentum of dodging the blow to stand up. I want to hit her, hurt her, but I honestly don’t know how.

Plus, I have to leave. It will be easy enough to discover that I don’t go to this school. And even though I’m the clear loser of this fight, they can still call the police on me for trespassing and brawling in the first place.

I teeter over to Hanni. Her friend makes a move to shield her from me, but Hanni gestures her off.

“I have to go,” I tell her. “Meet me at the Starbucks where we first met. When you can.”

I feel a hand on my shoulder. Minji, pulling me around. she won’t hit me with my back turned.

I know I should face her. Hit her if I can. But instead I duck out of her grip and run. She’s not going to follow me. She will bask instead in the victory of seeing me run.

It is not my intention to leave Hanni crying, but that is exactly what I do.

I make my way back to the bus stop, then use a nearby phone booth to call a cab. Nearly fifty dollars later, I am at the Starbucks. If before I was an intimidating, jet-black-haired, sweating girl in a Metallica T-shirt, now I am an intimidating, jet-black-haired, sweating girl in a Metallica T-shirt who’s beaten, bruised, and bleeding. I order a venti black coffee and leave twenty dollars in the tip jar. Now they’ll let me stay as long as I want, no matter how scary I look.

I clean myself up some in the bathroom. Then I sit down and wait.

And wait.

She doesn’t arrive until a little after six.

She doesn’t apologize. She doesn’t explain why it took her so long. She doesn’t even come to my table right away. She stops at the counter and gets a coffee first.

“I really need this,” she says as she sits down. I know she’s talking about the coffee, not anything else.

I’m on my fourth coffee and second scone.

“Thank you for coming,” I tell her. It sounds too formal.

“I thought about not coming,” she says. “But I didn’t seriously consider it.” She looks at my face, my bruises. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Remind me—what’s your name today?”

“Jini.”

She looks me over again. “Poor Jini.”

“This is not how I imagine her thought the day would go.”

“That makes two of us.”

I feel we’re each standing a good hundred feet from the real subject. I have to move us closer.

“Is it over now? With the two of you?”

“Yes. So I guess you got what you wanted.”

“That’s an awful way to put it,” I say. “Don’t you want it, too?”

“Yes. But not like that. Not in front of everybody like that.”

I reach up to touch her face, but she flinches. I lower my hand.

“You’re free of her,” I tell her.

She shakes her head. I’ve said yet another thing wrong.

“I forget how little you know about these things,” she says. “I forget how inexperienced you are. I’m not free of her, Yn. Just because you break up with someone, it doesn’t mean you’re free of her. I’m still attached to Minji in a hundred different ways. We’re just not dating anymore. It’s going to take me years to be free of her.”

But at least you’ve started, I want to say. At least you’ve cut that one attachment. I remain silent, though. This might be what she knows, but it’s not what she wants to hear.

“Should I have gone to Hawaii?” I ask.

She softens to me then. It’s such an absurd question, but she knows what I mean.

“No, you shouldn’t have. I want you here.”

“With you?”

“With me. When you can be.”

I want to promise more than that, but I know I can’t.

We both stay there, on our tightrope. Not looking down, but not moving, either.

We use her phone to check the local flights to Hawaii, and when we’re sure there’s no way Jini’s family can get her on a plane, Hanni drives me home.

“Tell me more about the girl you were yesterday,” she asks. So I do. And when I’m done, and a sadness fills the car, I decide to tell her about other days, other lives. Happier. I share with her memories of being sung to sleep, memories of meeting elephants at zoos and circuses, memories of first kisses and near first kisses in rec-room closets and at Boy Scout sleepovers and scary movies. It’s my way of telling her that even though I haven’t experienced so many things, I have managed to have a life.

We get closer and closer to Jini’s house.

“I want to see you tomorrow,” I say.

“I want to see you, too,” she says. “But I think we both know it’s not just a matter of want.”

“I’ll hope it, then,” I tell her.

“And I’ll hope it, too.”

I want to kiss her good night, not goodbye. But when we get there, she makes no move to kiss me. I don’t want to push it and make the first move. And I don’t want to ask her, for fear that she’ll say no.

So we leave with me thanking her for the ride, and so much else going unspoken.

I don’t go straight into the house. I walk around to run out the clock more. It’s ten o’clock when I am at the front door. I access Jini to find out where the spare key is kept, but by the time I’ve found it, the door has opened and Jini’s father is there.

At first he doesn’t say a word. I stand there in the lamplight, and he stares.

“I want to beat the crap out of you,” he says, “but it looks like someone else got there first.”

My mother and sisters have been sent ahead to Hawaii. My father has stayed back for me.

In order to apologize, I have to give him some kind of explanation. I come up with one that’s as pathetic as I feel—there was a concert I had to go to, and there was just no way to tell him ahead of time. I feel awful messing up Jini’s life to such a degree, and this awfulness must come through as I speak, because Jini’s father is much less hostile than he has every right to be. I’m in no way off the hook: the change fee for the tickets will be coming out of my allowance for the next year, and when we’re in Hawaii, I may be grounded from doing anything that isn’t wedding-related. I will be getting guilt for this for the rest of my life. The only saving grace is that there were tickets available for the next day.

That night I create a memory of the best concert Jini will ever go to. It is the only thing I can think to give her to make any of it worth it.

#newjeans fanfic #newjeans #hanni #hanni x reader #Hanni pham #newjeans imagines

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