#k pop fanfiction

[peachysooxo]

The Kingdom of Us

Chapter 8

pairing: kyungsoo x OFC genre: Royal!AU, nonidol!soo, crownprince!kyungsoo, romance, drama theme: arranged marriage, modern royalty, enemies to lovers, war, betrayal fluff word count: 4,527 description: on the day of Kyungsoo and Alina’s wedding, Kyungsoo realizes just how deep he fell for Alina. Chanyeol takes a big step. Alina misses the presence of her brothers and sister on her special day. warnings: none this time (:

author’s note: hello dear reader (: We made it to Kyungsoo and Alina’s wedding! I felt like I planned this wedding like it was my own lol, I had to make sure everything was perfect and how I envisioned it in my head. Two songs are mentioned that I highly recommend, All of My Life by Park Won (their first dance song) and Por Amarte Asi by Cristian Castro (ending scene). I really do appreciate all of your love and support. Just the fact that all of you are reading this work means so much to me, my heart is warm at your likes and reads. Thank you so much! Photos are not mine. Dividers by @saradika-graphics . Enjoy!

ALINA

The day has finally come that I had prepared for quite literally my entire life. 

By the end of the day, I will be Crown Princess Alina I of the Seoul Kingdom. 

Kyungsoo’s wife. 

From the moment I woke up to the moment the makeup artist, Ofelia, finished with my look for the day was a complete blur. Ofelia moves on to Mami and the hair stylist starts working with me. Mami got here late last night with Papa just for the wedding ceremony, then they have to go back to Valencia. There’s too much happening at the borders with Azteco that they can’t be away for too long. 

Though I understand the reasoning, it still makes me sad that they have to leave so soon. Not even my brothers or Ana could come. Ana is too pregnant to travel, and my brothers are fighting a senseless war. As for Maria, she just isn’t invited for obvious reasons. I try to not think about it too much, because this is going to be a beautiful day. I take a second to realize that this isn’t a dream or a nightmare anymore. It’s a reality I’m happily living. 

I open my eyes and watch my hairstylist, Belen, braid my hair and collect it in a low bun at the nape of my neck. Loose, curled pieces were pulled out of the braid to create a soft look, I opted to mix tradition with modern style. 

“Oh, Mija, you look so beautiful.” Mami glances over at me with tearful eyes, Ofelia laughs and dabs Mami’s eyes.

“When my daughter got married, Your Highness, my eyes were constantly watering. We will wipe your eyes as much as we need to, and I was sure to bring waterproof makeup just for this occasion!” Ofelia wipes Mami’s eyes and the women laugh together.

“Princess Alina is a gorgeous girl, a lucky one too. Crown Prince Kyungsoo is very easy on the eyes.” Belen adds as she finished my hair. 

“He has to be the most handsome Crown Prince, wouldn’t you agree?” Lisette giggles and takes my dress out of the garment bag it sat in. The glittering and glowing of the jewels and the accents of lace and tulle remind me that this is really happening. Colors dance in the mirrors surrounding us as everyone else giggles and talks amongst themselves about how handsome my fiancé is. 

Nerves intertwine with the curiosity of how Kyungsoo and I getting married is going to change not only us, but the world. Kyungsoo’s words linger in the air around me, softly working me through my anxiety. The thought of what he did to me in the library makes my cheeks warm. The memory of his lips touching other places on my body is etched in my mind forever. He made me want more, to feel that good again. Lisette’s fingers snapping in my face jolts me back to reality.

“Are you with us, Princess?” She asks in a concerned tone. I nod mindlessly and the room choruses with laughter.

“Sorry, everyone.” I lower my head.

“Not to worry, hija. It’s your wedding day, you’re nervous. I have something for you from your brothers.” Mami takes her phone from the makeup counter and places it softly in my hands. 

“Lina! Congratulations on your wedding and coronation! We are so proud of you and miss you. We’re sorry we couldn’t be there, Papa assigned us here and of course, no leave for the Princes.” Ignacio grins, pettiness dripping in his tone.

“Regardless, we will see you soon, we promise! We’re having Lisette send us pictures. And you better tell that Crown Prince that if he for one second thinks of not treating you well, he’s dead.” Santiago leans into the camera, then his eyes soften. “Baby sister, do good things. Please, be happy. We hope to see you soon, a war must be fought to protect our kingdom. Well, your former kingdom. Traitor!”

“What we’re trying to say is that we love you and we are so proud of you. Be the strong, wise, fearless leader we know you’re going to be. We’ll see you on the other side of this war.” Ignacio announces, and they wave goodbye as the video ends. 

“Wow, of course I would still get teased on my wedding day.” I laugh softly, wiping my eyes. “Ugh, I can’t mess up my makeup!”

“Princess, we have arrived to help you dress for the ceremony.” Maids come and help me into my dress.

“Thank you, please forgive me. It’s a very emotional day today!” I shake off my tears. I step onto the platform next to the makeup counters and allow the maids to dress me. 

“It’s quite alright, Your Highness.” Once the buttons are fastened along my spine, I look at myself in the mirror, not even surprised with how lovely everything came together. The lace dress sleeves fit just right and complimented the dress perfectly. The neckline dropping down to my chest and fit my torso and waist like a glove. The skirt fanned out and cascaded down to the floor in a perfect A-Line. Lisette once again didn’t disappoint. I turned around and the room fell silent… Except for Mami’s soft sobs. 

“What do you all think?” I ask hopefully. 

“You look lovely, Princess.” Ofelia smiles. Choruses of compliments fill the room and I blush at the attention. Mami approaches me with my Valencian crown and I kneel before her, allowing her shaking hands to place the crown on my head. I stand up and Lisette appears at Mami’s side.

“This is a gift from your sister, Ana.” Lisette approaches me and opens a velvet box in front of me. A gold bracelet with an “A” and “K” charm sits in the box. I smile up at the ladies surrounding me, Mami reaches for the bracelet and fastens it around my wrist. 

“It’s perfect, Mija. Are you ready for your wedding?”

“More than you can imagine.”

KYUNGSOO

“Today is the day!” Baekhyun grins. 

“How are you feeling?” Yixing asks. 

“Ready, nervous.” I exhale, tying my tie and buttoning up my military uniform coat.

“I heard she’s looking gorgeous, Kyungsoo.” Baekhyun nudges me. I stare him down and without a word, he gives me the answer I was looking for. “I heard from the maids!”

“You’re such a gossip.” Yixing rolls his eyes. I slick my hair back and listen to Baekhyun and Yixing bicker behind me as usual. Chanyeol enters the room with a serious look on his face. I stiffen and straighten my posture at the sight of him. His lip is healed, I hope I won’t have to reopen the wound. 

“Crown Prince, may I have a word with you?” Chanyeol asks with a lowered head. I groan and adjust my cufflinks. 

“Fine.” I get up and walk outside of the chambers with Chanyeol, a nervous look in his eye. “What did you need to talk to me about? On my wedding day?”

“I wanted to apologize for how I treated Alina. It was selfish and wrong of me to think I had any right to be near her like that. I disrespected you and her. I don’t have any secret feelings. I don’t want to be punched again, please don’t ever do that again. I… I found someone I’m actually interested in, and I won’t be coming after your bride ever again.” Chanyeol nervously explains. 

“Thank you, because I’ll kill you if you ever try again.” I nod, lips pressed into a thin line. 

Silence sits in between us, then we burst into laughter. This is how we always were, in the few times we disagreed. Chanyeol brings me into a hug and pats my back. I’m honestly glad this is over. It was unnecessary and stressful. “She’s going to make you a happy man. I’m glad you’re seeing that now.”

“Crown Prince, it’s time.” A Royal Guard bows to me. 

“We’ll be there straight away.” I reply. 

This is it. 

I’m marrying Alina. 

Standing at the altar waiting for Alina was the worst form of torture. The urge to pace tingled my legs and I had to grip my wrist to stay still. For 60 seconds, the entire world fell silent, and my heart stopped. 

Yixing and Baekhyun opened the doors to the Ceremony Hall, a soft piano melody playing through the air. Alina is standing at the doorway in her beautiful white dress, her bouquet clutched tightly in her hands. The light pouring through the windows was envious of her, she baffled and amazed me with her beauty. I had to blink and remind myself that she was even real in the first place, not a dream. My jaw drops as King Ignacio walks her down the aisle, I adjust my posture which earned a small laugh from the guests. 

Thoughts race through my mind as Alina reaches me, handing her bouquet to Lisette sitting in the front row. King Ignacio patted her hand and wiped his eyes, it was the first time he cried at one of his children’s weddings from what I’ve ever seen or heard. I often surmised that Alina was their favorite daughter, neither of them looked this emotional at Maria or Ana’s wedding from the press photos and videos I saw. Out of their entire family, I’m happiest that they’re here for Alina.

“You’re a beautiful bride, Mija.” King Ignacio whispers as he embraces his daughter in front of me. I bow to King Ignacio, taking Alina’s hand from the emotional king. He looked at me with fire in his eyes. “You need to take care of her, she’s our precious daughter, our Kingdom’s most prized possession.”

“Papa…” Alina blushes. The statement is true, I just wish she’d believe it. 

“I will do nothing but take care of her, Your Highness. I promise she is safe with me.” I lower my head and offer a handshake. King Ignacio receives it and steps down to stand beside Queen Evelina. The Queen dabs her eyes and smiles at me, assuring me kindly. My focus turns to Alina, she takes my breath away. I’m moved to kneel before her with her hands in mine, pressing my lips on her knuckles. 

“You’re so irrevocably gorgeous, darling.” I shiver. Nothing and no one can make me shake this way, and of course she is the one who managed to do this to me. A man is never to bow before a woman at the altar, it is the woman who must be at the feet of the man, as they say. I don’t care, any man would be a fool to not bow before Alina. She giggles and caresses my cheek, that earns more camera shutters than before. I rise to my feet and kiss her hands one more time, holding them tightly in mine. 

“On behalf of the Valencian Crown, the King and Queen offer their daughter to the Crown Prince Kyungsoo I of Seoul. Is your betrothed one of whom you accept?” The Ceremony Master looks at us. 

“Yes. On behalf of the Seoul Crown, I accept my betrothed.” I nod slowly, not taking my eyes away from my princess. 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together to join two nations in unity, bound by the marriage of Crown Prince Kyungsoo I of Seoul and Princess Alina II of Mariposa, Kingdom of Valencia. The world shall rejoice at the union of these fair nations, especially in these times of war. King Ignacio III of Valencia and King Bonhwa VII of Seoul, do you accept the union of your nations by means of the Crown Prince and Princess?” 

“We accept,” our fathers call in unity. 

“Your Highnesses, please be seated with your lovely Queens.” 

My heart pounds as Alina smiles at me, she somehow did it. She managed to have me fall in love with her. I want to give her the best life I could give and treat her better than anyone else in this world has. She deserves it, she deserves every single good thing that this world had to offer. She didn’t have to do much, her existence was enough for me to be captivated. Neither of us were paying attention during the Ceremony Master’s speech, but our attention turned as Alina was set to kneel before my parents. 

“Today, marking the welcoming of our new Princess, we coronate Princess Alina II of Mariposa, Kingdom of Valencia, as Crown Princess Alina I of Seoul. Queen Hyunae, please replace the Valencian Crown bestowed on the head of the Crown Princess with her Crown of Seoul.” 

Alina folds her hands and lowers her head. Mother replaces her Valencian Crown with the one Alina chose before the wedding. She looks gorgeous in my Kingdom’s Crown. Alina looks up to Mother, her eyes quickly downcast at the stoic, disappointed look on Mother’s face. Now the Crown Princess, Alina bows to the King and Queen, then bows to me, her Crown Prince and future King. I take her hands and nod happily, wanting to kiss her right then and there. 

“Now, for the vows. Please, repeat these vows after me, Crown Prince.” I listen carefully to the vows and nod. I didn’t like the vows, I never liked how any of it was phrased because I would have to demand that Alina obey me. It felt wrong to ask any of this from a woman. I didn’t want to hear Alina say that she would “serve” me, “bow before me with honor”, “be obedient to the Crown Prince.” It’s ancient, it’s wrong, and it’s not something I’d ever expect her to do. The wedding vows needed updating and it was up to me to change them, starting with my vows to Alina.

“I, Crown Prince Kyungsoo I of Seoul, take thee, Crown Princess Alina I of Seoul, to be my lawful wife and princess to my Kingdom. I will serve your every need, bow before you with honor, and listen intently to your input in all decisions moving forward. I promise to protect you with my life and keep you safe from any harm. I will love you with all of my heart and never make you feel inferior to me. You are to be my compliment, we will be dedicated to each other and to the Crown, for as long as we are alive and into eternity.” I disobediently vow, Alina’s eyes widen. She bows her head in respect, also in an attempt to hide her laugh.

“That is certainly new…Very well. Crown Princess, please repeat after me.” Alina’s eyes were calm, but nerves riddled her face. She always did what she was told, but this time I hoped she’d think for herself. I rubbed her palm softly, a silent encouragement to say what she wanted to say to me.

“I, Crown Princess Alina I of Seoul, take thee, Crown Prince of Kyungsoo of Seoul, to be my lawful husband and my honored crown prince. I will stand by your side and support you in every decision. I promise to take care of you and respect you as you respect me. Today, I give you my heart and will never betray this promise. I will be your compliment, your trusted confidant, and closest friend. I will love you with all of my heart and never demean you. We will be dedicated to each other and to the Crown, for as long as we are alive and into eternity.” Alina smiles at me and basks in my silent praise. Murmurs ensue around us and Father gives me his disapproving look, but I could care less. If I’m not going to follow his path, I have to forge my own and it starts today. The Ceremony Master offers rings to us, and we slide them onto each other’s fingers.

“These rings symbolize the union of The Crown Prince and Crown Princess. They also symbolize the unity of the Seoul Kingdom and the Kingdom of Valencia. It is with great honor that I pronounce the Crown Prince and Crown Princess as husband and wife. Crown Prince Kyungsoo, you may kiss your bride.”

I gladly bring Alina closer until our lips gently melt together. The world fell away from us, we couldn’t hear the applause, we couldn’t feel the people around us, it was just Alina and me. We break apart and I proudly present my bride to everyone in the room. Taking the lead, I bring her down the aisle and across the front lawn to the front of the palace where hundreds of people are waiting to greet the new Crown Princess of Seoul. Though it was freezing cold, we greeted our subjects. I held Alina’s waist tightly as our subjects take pictures of us, mainly her. I didn’t mind, she is so beautiful that she deserves to be preserved in photographs for centuries to know how gorgeous she is. 

“Kiss! Kiss!” They chant, Alina shyly turns to me, holding my hand and silently asks me to take the lead. I grin down at her and dip her down, kissing her lips softly. The press captures the moment in the cold autumn air, the Crown’s photographers whisk us away to take official photos for the archives. We take a few photos with our parents, then the entire Seoul family. I noticed that Alina looked uncomfortable between pictures, her hands were shaking in her lap. She shivers and my attention immediately goes to her. I rub my hands up and down her arms as the family clears out for our couple photos. I lean down and wrap my arms around my wife, attempting to soothe her chill.

“Are you cold? Should I have them bring you a coat? A blanket?” I say lowly in her ear. She looks up at me and quickly shakes her head no. I know she doesn’t want to feel like an inconvenience. That should be easy, because she isn’t. 

“Your Highnesses, please face the front. Is Her Highness cold? We can bring the heater closer.” The photographer suggests. 

“No, thank you, I’m…”

“Yes, bring it closer to her. She’s freezing.” I firmly insist. Alina squeezes my hand and I laugh to myself. “Sorry to speak for you, but I will not allow you to stay cold, my beautiful bride.”

Alina relaxes and we started to take our photos. She followed the direction of the photographer and took my lead, thawing out under my touch. I held her in my arms and pressed my forehead against hers, our crowns clashing against each other. I smile and rub my nose on hers. The camera flashes in front of us, we laugh at a silent joke and kiss once more. I pull back and caress her cheek. 

“You’re beautiful.” I whisper.

“You’re handsome.” Alina whispers back.

“Perfect, Your Highnesses. Please, enjoy your reception.” 

As soon as we walked into the room, applause bounced off of the walls. Immediately, our ceremony song starts to play. It’s tradition for us to dance first, before the celebration can commence. The singer we chose begins vocalizing softly and Alina smiles at the lyrics. 

“If I translated it correctly in my head, is he talking about a man that falls in love with a woman and she becomes his reason for living?” Alina questions with a smirk on her face. I turn her and bring her back to my chest. 

“Yes, darling. That’s exactly why I picked this song. It’s all of the words I’ve tried to say to you. Every single day, I’m so grateful you were promised to me. I don’t think I could be this happy with anyone else.” I sweep my lips over hers, causing a sharp reaction from our guests. 

“I feel the same, amorcito.” 

“Amorcito?” I ask. 

“You gave me a nickname, it’s only right I give you one.” Alina’s cheeks redden. I laugh and we dance across the floor. 

“I love it, especially how gorgeous the name sounds coming out of your mouth.” I can’t stop smiling. Murmurs start up again of how I’ve never been this happy, and everyone in this room is right. Alina starts to look around, and my heart breaks instantly. 

“I’m so sorry your brothers couldn’t be here today.” I say, trying to console my wife. Ah, my wife. It’s heavenly to know Alina is now my wife. 

“I know it’s stupid that I believe they’re going to walk through that door any minute. They’re halfway across the world. It’s not fair Papa made them go fight in Azteco. None of my siblings are here. The only one I could accept not being here is Ana, she’s going to give birth any day. It’s a beautiful day, a perfect day, I just wish they were here to celebrate with us.” She sighs, the immediate need to fix her sadness overcame me. I offer another slow kiss as we danced. 

“I’ll be sure to extend an invitation to them to our home once their tour is over.” I nod, Alina’s eyes brighten. 

“Our home?”

“Yes, darling, our home.” I smile. 

 “I like the sound of that, amorcito. Nothing would make me happier than having everyone I love under the same roof. Mmm, to think just a couple months ago we hated each other. Who would’ve thought we’d be this happy and falling in love?” 

“Being in love with you feels right. My princess, I will stop at nothing to make you smile, make you happier than you’ve ever been. And for the record, darling, I never hated you.”

The song ends and we bow in thanks to everyone in attendance. Alina bows to me and I bow in return. I watch her smile at me, the jewels in her dress glowing under the lights. I never imagined that the love of my life would be my betrothed, but Alina has proven to be full of surprises. Time passes and we made small talk as we watched our families dance together from the vantage point of the banquet table. No one seemed to be paying attention to us anymore, which is perfect timing for what I have planned for Alina. 

“I need some air, care to join me, Princess?” I offer, and Alina excitedly nods. “Let’s go.”

I get her up and guide her out of the reception, Lisette and Daeun await her at the exit. 

“Crown Princess,” Daeun bows her head. “Crown Prince Kyungsoo has asked us to take you to change your dress.”

“Change my dress?” Alina asks curiously whilst tilting her head. Lisette laughs and takes Alina’s hands. 

“Yes, Crown Princess, it’s a must for this part of the wedding.” Lisette smirks, offering a wink to me. The two women rush Alina away and I loosen my tie, wondering what Alina will look like in the dress I had made for her. My mind wanders as I make my way to the outer door, taking off my uniform jacket and push my white dress shirt sleeves up to my elbows. I unbutton the first few buttons and slick my hair back from my face, a few strands of hair brush against my brow. 

“Your Highness?” I hear Alina’s voice behind me. I turn and drink in her gorgeous figure in the light blue gown I’d chosen for her. Alina’s long, luscious hair cascades around her body, falling softly on her back. All of the words I was going to say escape me at her presence. I smirk and wrap my jacket around my wife and extend my hands out to her, softly brushing her back with my fingertips underneath the coat. 

“Come on, darling.” I manage to say, leading the way into Alina’s favorite place: the garden. For the wedding, the castle had lights strung about in the bushes of flowers. Small lamps in the shape of flowers light the way to a small section that is lit up more than the others and lined with heaters to keep it warm. I stop Alina and take my phone out of my pocket, tapping it a few times. 

“What are we doing here?” Alina asks. Then, the song starts. Alina looks around and wonders where the music is coming from, but her demeanor changes from confusion to happiness when she hears the lyrics. 

Siempre serás la niña que me llena el alma…

I holds out my hand and shyly motion for Alina to come to me. I take a shaky breath and offer a smile. “Ven a bailar conmigo, mi amor.”

Alina’s eyes widen at my attempt to speak Valencian, grinning with approval. With watery eyes, Alina takes my hand and we dance, swaying to the lyrics. Dancing together is slowly becoming our thing. If I could, I’d dance with her forever. I twirl Alina and pull her closer, humming softly. This song is completely in Valencian and is one of her favorites. Once I learned the lyrics, I understood why.

“This is magical,” Alina grins. 

“You are magical.” I breathe, pressing my forehead against Alina’s. I turn her again and dip her down slowly, kissing her as I bring her up. I drown in the taste of her kiss, falling deeper into her. We part and I gaze nervously in Alina’s eyes, worry filling me. This fluttery feeling is settling in me, and I’m not accustomed to it. Only this woman in my arms has made me feel this and that alone has taken ahold of me and grips tightly around my neck. “Darling…”

“Yes?” Alina curiously asks.

“I know without a doubt that I love you. I know it’s fast to say that, but this entire situation has been anything but traditional. You made me fall so fast, darling. I didn’t think it could be so.” I admit. “It’s a new sensation, loving you.”

Alina serenely smiles and kisses me again. “I love you too, Kyungsoo. Without any doubt in my mind. I know this is all new, but we’ll figure it all out together.”

“Together?”

“Yes. From now on, every single step we take will be together.” Alina nods. 

“I want that, I really want that.” I turn Alina and holds her in my arms. “You look so beautiful in blue. I love it when you wear this exact shade of blue.”

“I’ll wear more of it. Ah, this is a perfect night.” 

“It is a perfect night, darling. We have forever together. I’ll spend every single day learning how to love you.” I sigh through a smile.

“Every single day will be a gift. And you… You made this whole day absolutely perfect. I love this moment. I want it to last forever.” Alina’s dreamy tone stops my heart. She could make me do anything if she asks me in that tone. 

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make it last forever, my darling,” I assure her, “whatever you want, I’ll do it.”

Alina presses her hands onto my cheeks and just smiles at me. “Let’s get through this war and live happily together.”

I wish I could’ve done so much more to keep this promise.

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Most likely to kiss you first (Nct 127)

Genre: Most likely to

Word count: Unknown

Most

Jaehyun

Johnny

Taeyong

Yuta

Jungwoo

Mark

Doyoung

Haechan

Taeil

Least

Jaehyun and Johnny are the most confident to me! I feel that they would consider the action of kissing you first as an obvious part of your relationship. They possibly think that this is a men thing.

Taeyong and Yuta care about what you like and what you dislike. Since you had discussed about this topic and you told them that you would like them to kiss you first, they will do it. They are confident enough to do it though.

Jungwoo and Mark secretly desire to kiss you first, but they won't tell you. They will try to listen to your opinion on the topic first. If you don't have any problem, they will kiss you immediately, before you say anything else.

Doyoung and Haechan don't really care about the topic. It doesn't mean a lot to them who kisses first. They treasure the action by itself. They think that it would be cute if you kiss them first, but they also dare to do it themselves.

Taeil, poor guy.... He is not confident at all. And not only that... He would adore it if you kiss him first. Just because he is extremely shy and a big baby that you are now responsible to protect.

The end

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[10:12 PM] | Mark Lee

summary: fluff, drabble, mark loves it when you wear his clothes. wc: 200

“Mind if I borrow your shirt?” You ask, already putting it on because you know Mark never minds sharing anything with you. You get your head through the neck hole fast enough to see Mark nod his head as he makes his way off the bed and towards you. “Cute.” He says quietly, as if only talking to himself.

The ends of your hair were still stuffed into the shirt and he takes it upon himself to gently pull it all out, tucking a few strands behind your ear. He tugs a little at your collar, “Did you take your necklace off?” 

You didn’t remember taking it off but you scan the room looking for it when Mark sees the gold chain peeking out underneath his shirt. “Found it.” He says, pulling out the ‘M’ necklace that he bought you for your first anniversary together. He toys with the pendent for a second before his eyes meet yours again. You’ve been with him for so long but his stare still manages to make your cheeks hot. He smiles and his eyes make their way down to your lips, pulling you in close so he can show you just how much he loves seeing his girl in his clothes with his initial on her necklace. "My girl..." He whispers in between his sweet kisses.

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Favorite Flavor - p.sh (m)

Every little dirty story that revolved around older men you read that night, you thought about him. Since that day, your deepest darkest fantasy was your crush on Park Sunghoon, your best friend's dad. 

Summary: You loved your best friend, and you have known each other for a long time. But as you grow older, so does your attraction for her dad, Park Sunghoon.

Genre: Smut, Best-friends-dad!Sunghoon x reader

Words: 5.5k+

Warnings: Huge age gap (reader is 20 and Sunghoon is 38) Don't like - don't read, Dom!Sunghoon, Sub!reader, creampie, reader has an age kink

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You genuinely have the best friend ever. The first day you met each other was all the way back when you were twelve years old. All your classmates had decided to make you the new victim of their bullying, resulting in you not having any friends for the first two weeks of school. Until one day when your now best friend decided to sit with you at lunch. Being unsure of yourself, you had a problem opening up to her. Is she sitting with me to make fun of me? But you were wrong, so wrong. You talked the whole lunch period, making jokes and talking about your interests. That's when you found out that you both liked manga, and that she had a big collection at home that she wanted to show you. 

She invited you to her home later the same week, and you were beyond excited. It was a long time ago since you were invited to someone's house, that was not your aunt, or some other family member. You remember that you stood in front of her door, eagerly, waiting for her to open the door you just knocked on. 

And that's when you met him. 

The person opening your friend's door was indeed not your friend, but someone much older, and ofcourse, manlier. The door swung open and there was a man standing in front of you. He looked at first glance tall and slender, probably because of the clothes that he was wearing, a thick hoodie and a pair of sweats. His hair, which was black, was not close to styled - and it actually looked like he just woke up from a deep slumber. His face however was beautiful, not that you thought about that at the ripe age of twelve, but you still remembered how pretty he was. His lips were pink and plump, and his nose was big and pronounced, decorated with a mole on the side of it. During this time, he was rather young, around 28, so your first initial thought was that he was her older brother. It was weird, she never mentioned an older brother, and it never occurred to you that she had one?

“Oh, hi! You must be y/n, Im Sunghoon, Yeris dad!” The first thing that you could think of is how young her dad looked. Did he just look young for his age, or was he actually in his late twenties. Before the situation could get anymore awkward, beacuse you didn’t have the courage to answer the gorgeous man in front of you, Yeri ran and pushed her dad away from you and grabbed your hand to lead you up to her room. While you two walked away, your hand still in hers, you looked back at Sunghoon still standing in the doorway. 

That was your first encounter with Mr. Park, and when you were a kid you didn’t think that much of him. Yeah, he looked good for the average dad, but that's what he was: your best friend's dad. Even thinking he was attractive was so morally wrong in your head, so you didn’t let the thoughts get to you. You did however remember how popular he was amongst the other moms, especially your own. It was also then you discovered that he was in fact super young, being 16 when he got Yeri. You could hear your mom talking for hours about how brave Mr. Park was for taking care of a child from such an early age, despite the fact that the mom left when he and Yeri were 18 and 2 years old. You can’t imagine how much work that must have been for him, both having to think about his studies and his two year old child. 

It wasn't until you became 16 that Sunghoon had an effect on you. When you're 16 years old, you are well into puberty and the effect it has on you, both physically and mentally. In the same rapid speed your body got grown, so did your mind as well. Suddenly a guy was not only 'good looking', but put you in a position to sweat and turn red - just by the thought of being in the same room. It didn’t even need to be one specific guy, suddenly you found yourself being attracted to a lot more. Before, when you were glancing at a male classmate's hand, you didn’t think much of it. But now the veins, the bone and the soft skin made it too hard for you to concentrate. 

You clearly remembered the first day you looked at your best friend's dad the same way you did for the boys at your school. It was in the middle of the summer break and you decided to visit Yeri at her place. The sun was out and it was almost criminal how hot it was. If you didn't wear the light clothing you wore, you would totally be drenched in disgusting sweat by the time you got there. Your house was not that far, resulting in you always going by bike during all weathers to get to her place. The bike rack was by the side of the garden, and that's where you always put your bike when arriving. That’s when you saw Mr. Park in a state you never had seen him in before. He sawed planks with a massive chainsaw, which was probably several kilograms. His sweat was glistering in the sun, making his white tank top almost see through, and you curse yourself for staring at his hot worked out stomach. His arms were pumped up, and dirty from all the work. The sweat made his hair wet, making it stick to his forehead, before bringing up his hand, pushing the hair back. You are glad that he didn’t see you gawking at him, because that would be utterly embarrassing. 

The thing only got worse when your new interest in fanfiction made you realize your darkest fantasies. You had heard from Yeri that you could read stories about your favorite anime characters, and imagine that they were real and that they knew you. What she did not mention however, was that you could find so much more than that. You don’t even want to talk about what you used to read, but you could addmit that it was nasty, and utterly addicting. It started off light, even the slightest makeout story making your body tingle, but it came to a point when that wasn’t enough. So you searched for more, not knowing what it would lead to. It was then you found a story about having an inappropriate relationship with an older man, and it only went downhill from there. What was the problem however was the fact that the fanfiction could be written about anybody, but it couldn't stop you from thinking about Mr. Park. So that's what you did. Every little dirty story that revolved around older men you read that night, you thought about him. Since that day, your deepest darkest fantasy was your crush on Park Sunghoon, your best friend's dad.  

It wasn’t long until you were 18 years old, and you of course celebrated it with your family, and your best friend's. The big birthday cake, chocolate flavored, with all the eighteen candles was in front of you, and you were wearing one of those silly party cones on top of your head. They sang for you and you were the only one sitting down. You looked at the lit candles, getting ready to blow them out when the song was over. “Don’t forget to wish for something”, you hear a voice say that you have heard too many times to not recognize. You look up at Sungoon and smile at him. “I will '', you say with a small smile, nervously gulping down your saliva before looking down at the cake again. You close your eyes and blow out the candles, knowing exactly what you are going to wish for. After you opened your eyes, Yeri gave you a big side-hug before jokingly saying, “Omg! Now that you are 18 you can finally fool around with older men that you have read about without catching a case!”. Embarrassed, you lightly punch her shoulder and laugh nervously while tugging your hair behind your ear. You silently hoped that Sunghoon didn’t hear her, but by the look on his face, he certainly did. 

It was the same day but later, and a lot more people were in your house celebrating your birthday. Including some friends you finally have scrabbed together over the last six years. Because you finally could drink alcohol, at least legally, it didn’t stop you from doing so, making you right now extremely drunk. It was dark inside the house, with disco lights spreading throughout the room and you craved another drink. You wobbled towards the cabinet to grab the last vodka bottle, but right as you picked it up, a hand stopped you from going further. You looked irritated beside you, only to be met by Sunghoon. “I think you should slow down a little”. You look at him annoyed, trying to get the bottle back from his hands. But Sunghoon held the bottle so high above his head that you couldn't reach it, having to stand on your toes to even be close. Suddenly Sunghoon grabbed your arm with his other hand, bringing it down by force and close to his chest, dragging you in close to him. You breath hitched because you were super close, and he slowly brought down the bottle and put it on the table behind him. Before the liquid courage would force you any further, you backed away from him. “I think I am a little tired, I should rest ”you say and run up to your room. 

What you did not know however, was that you had left your phone on the same table where Sunghoon put the vodka. He knew that it was wrong, but he could not stop thinking about what his daughter had said earlier. What older men had you read about exactly? What if you were talking to someone and you were in danger. He wouldn't let an older guy take advantage of you like that. He did know your iphone code, he had accidentally seen you tap it in some days before, and luckily he remembered the numbers. He sneakily brought up your phone, and unlocked it. Right as he opened it a notification popped up from an app called wattpad. What’s that? He thought, as he opened the app. Right as he opened it he wished he didn’t, because now he could exactly see what you had been reading over the past two years. The stories were filthy, and so were the age gaps, all the characters were even older than him. He couldn't look at it anymore, not believing that a girl like you could read something like that. What he did know now however, is how difficult it will be to act normal around you. 

And oh, it was. Now you are 20, and over the last two years, from the day you turned 18 to now when you were 20, he acted weird towards you. Not that you knew why, because you never saw, that he saw what you had been getting off of over the past years. And he was getting cocky, I mean he knew that he was hot, and the stares that he would give you over the dinner table when you were with your friend was almost too much for you to bear.

Today was a hot summer day, and you were laying by the pool in your friend's backyard. It was the first day of summer, and you have always celebrated it with Yeri, even after you both graduated from high school. When you both were as young as 15, she smuggled in a bottle of alcohol to drink, not caring that it was clearly illegal. Of course you never get caught, Yeri makes Sunghoon go away for the day every year so he doesn’t interrupt your fun. Over the last years you had always covered your body, never wanting to show it. Even when it was only you and your friend, you wanted your t-shirt over your swimsuit to cover you even when swimming. It wasn’t because you were insecure about your appearance, you didn’t think much of it, but maybe it was for private reasons. But this time, it was different. 

Last night your friend called to make the not-so-awful news that her dad is not leaving for the day like he usually does, which means he is going to be there. You try to act disappointed on the phone, but you were far from disappointed. Quickly after the call ended, you searched through your closet trying to find something as close to a bikini. As you start to lose hope, you see the perfect one, a blue halter neck bikini with a low-waist bottom. You bought it a few years ago and you never had the chance to wear it. But now you did. 

When you greeted Mr. Park in the backyard you were already wearing it, making sure that your boobs were pushed up into the small bikini top. Throughout the day you had tried to do anything to get Sunghoons attention, but nothing seemed to work. That's when you got an idea. You laid by the pool and decided that you wanted to go top-less to sunbathe your back. Sunghoon could not stop staring at you from the barbeque-grill when you laid down on your stomach, carefully removed your bikini-top without flashing your tits, and relaxed against the sunbed. He almost burned the meat from staring at you. Did she do this on purpose? He did remember the things he saw on your phone on your 18th birthday, how could he forget?

Feeling way too hot, you decided to put on your bikini top again and head inside to cool off and grab some water from the fridge. As you open the fridge to take your drink, your thoughts get disturbed by a voice coming from behind you. “What do you think you are doing?”, you turn around looking at Sunghoon innocently and dumbfounded. He better not think he will get to you this easily. “What are you talking about, can’t I get a drink?”. Sunghoons sighs, put his hands on his hips and looks to the side. His foot is tapping fast on the ground. He is stressed. And his tongue pokes his inner-cheek. And irritated. You slowly walk to him, and tilt your head to the side. You look at him and scrunch your eyebrows, making you look clueless to what he is accusing you for. “Are you angry at me? I mean no harm, I am just your daughter's best friend”. He sighs and looks away for a second, before looking back at you with a smile. Right, Yeris best friend, he internally says to himself. It was a dumb thought that she did all that on purpose. “Of course you can take a drink, I’m just messing with you” he says and walks away. 

It has been two weeks since you talked to Sunghoon, avoiding him at all costs out of embarrassment. You can’t believe what had gotten into you that day. It is three in the morning and Yeri is already asleep beside you. That's when you hear the front door open. You didn’t even notice that Sunghoon wasn’t home, and why did he get home this late? Suddenly you hear more than one pair of footsteps, it sounds like someone is with him. Did he bring someone home? Out of curiosity you carefully walk out of the bed Yeri is sleeping on, and towards the bedroom door to see what is going on. And that’s when you see her. It’s a woman. Sunghoon really did bring someone home. And it wasn’t anyone, it was a woman his age, which means she was nothing close to you. You silently watch them, how they intensely makeout with each other and walk into Sunghoons room, closing the door. You can’t stop yourself, and walk after them. 

You lean towards his bedroom door and you can hear the sounds coming from their fun. The huffs, the puffs and the moans. You hear how the woman is calling for Sunghoons name, and that he should go faster and harder. The ache in your stomach grew bigger and bigger at her words, until you heard Sunghoons voice through the bedroom door. He sounds demanding, ordering her around, making her begg. Your body trembles, and you can feel your core getting wetter and wetter with any second. You have never heard Sunghoon like this, and you can’t get enough of it. You need more, your body can't physically leave.

Still listening, you slide down to the ground, your body still leaning against the door. You tilt your head back and take a deep breath as you slide in your hand in your panties. The fingers lightly touch against your wet core as you concentrate on Sunghoons demands, imagining that he is talking to you, that you are the woman he is messing around with in his bedroom. Your fingers slide in your pussy, imagining it is Sunghoon's cock roaming inside of you, stretching you out. While doing so, you use your thumb to massage your clit, bringing you closer to your release. It’s when you hear Sunghoons harsh demeanor switch to beautiful moans that you can’t take it anymore. As Sunghoon comes, so do you, making your hand completely coated with your own cum. What the fuck are you doing?You instantly get embarrassed, and run away as fast as possible to your friend's bedroom before you can get caught. The idea of washing your hands disappears when you hear the bedroom door open again. 

It is five am, two hours after the ‘incident’, and you haven't slept throughout the whole night. How could you? The only thing you have thought about was the fact that you masturbated to your best friends dad, fucking. Not being able to wait for Yeri to wake up, you decide to go to the kitchen to eat something, and maybe wash your still cum-coated hand. Just as you were about to open the refrigerator, Sunghoon came out of the bathroom door. You turned around and instantly gaped at the sight. Sunghoon had just showered, only wearing a towel that was extremely low on his waist. He looks so sexy with his hair wet, and you can’t help but imagine what he would look like without that towel. "Y/n!" What are you doing this late?” He says looking at you embarrassed. She didn’t hear me earlier, right? Not being able to answer, you bite your lips and look down on your feet. You don’t know how to face him after you heard him earlier, and what you did while listening to him. He cocks an eyebrow, getting suspicious by the way you are acting and he walks towards you. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up before?” He says, trying to bite back a smile. “Ah, it’s okay…” you say, still looking down. This can’t possibly be happening right now. He gets closer to you now, so close you can smell the lavender soap he used while showering. “Oh so you did? Probably listened on purpose” He says and laughs teasingly, forgetting that you are his daughter's best friend, and not some random woman he met at the bar. 

You look up at him to protest, only then noticing how close he is to you. Your hands come in front of your chest to bring some space between you and Sunghoon. “No I did not-”, before you can continue your pathetic statement, Sunghoon grabs your arm and lifts it up. He looks at your right hand, examines it, before to your surprise putting your fingers into his mouth. That was the fingers you touched yourself with earlier. You feel his tongue taste the cum of from your fingers. He takes out your fingers out of his mouth, licks his lips and looks at you with a teasing pout. “Aww did you touch yourself when you heard us? Did you get off? Did you finish?” He says, speaking to you as if you were a baby. You don’t know what you are going to say, deny? No, he already knows. Denying by now would only be foolish for you to do. It seems like the only thing for you to do is to stay quiet. The way you do not respond is enough for Sunghoon to understand the situation. He tilts his head to the side, using his other hand to tuck the hair behind your ear before grabbing your chin gently. Making sure to not hurt you. 

“Don’t act so clueless, I know what filth you are reading. Your best friend's dad hm? How dirty of you.” You look up at him, biting your lips, almost trembling with fear for what he is about to do. What if you are not ready to live out the fantasies you almost always had about your best friend's dad. “You are so cute”. Sunghoon swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, gently, getting more rough by time with his touch. His thumb slowly enters your mouth, first playing with your bottom teeth, before making contact with your tongue. He looks at you with furrowed brows and an expression that could only be described as arousal. 

His thumb is completely inside of your mouth, and you begin to suck on his thumb like it was his cock, looking up in his eyes. The rest of his hand is tightly grabbing your face, making you stuck on his thumb. He tilts his head back and sucks in his breath. “Just like that baby, soon you are ready for the big thing” He says teasingly. Suddenly you hear footsteps coming from Yeris' room. Quickly Sunghoon slides his thumb out of your mouth and runs back into the backroom. You quickly make your way to the refrigerator, acting naturally, looking for an early breakfast. Yeri steps into the kitchen and looks at you. “Are you seriously looking for food at five in the morning?”. You look back at her, kinda feeling bad since she doesn’t know what just happened. “Yeah, I got hungry.” You say, before grabbing yogurt from the fridge.

It’s Friday, two weeks after you sucked off Sunghoons thumb in his kitchen. Even though the natural thing to do after something like this is to avoid him at all cost, but since he is your best friend's dad, you can’t.

You are sitting with Yeri and Sunghoon in the kitchen by the table, eating dinner. Eating dinner with the Parks has always been something you enjoyed, but this is getting awkward. Sunghoon can’t even look at you, and you two have not been talking to each other since you got here. Not that Yeri seems to notice, she is all up in her own world talking about the latest anime she had seen. You try to concentrate on her word, doing your best to respond, but you can’t resist looking at her dad. You are such a horrible friend. 

When you are done eating, you put the dishes in the sink. Normally both you and Yeri would help each other out with the dishes, but she chose to take a shower today instead of helping you. She claimed that she hasn’t showered for two days and needs her one hour shower immediately. You let her get away with it, this time at least, and decide to do the dishes yourself and be a good friend for once.

You are hand washing the plate clean, and drying it with a towel on the counter in front of you. The Parks keep their plates on the highest level of cabinet, which is difficult for you to reach, making you struggle. That is until you feel a hand grabbing the plate above your head, putting it in the right place. You already know who it is, and because of the incident that happened two weeks before, you don’t have the stomach to say anything. Your breath gets heavy, knowing that the figure behind you is your best friend's hot dad, making you weak in the knees just thinking about him. His hand suddenly appears on your waist. “It seemed like you needed help with the plate,” Sunghoon says while giving your waist a squeeze, earning you a small squeak. He leans into your neck and rubs his nose deep, smelling you, taking in your scent of adolescence. He parts his lips and gently places them on the back of your neck, gently kissing you up your neck to your ear. He bites your earlobe making you hiss. It’s all going extremely slow, and it’s obvious that he is teasing you. One of his hands is still on your waist, while the other is slowly going under your shirt creeping up your stomach, soon meeting your breast. Sunghoon is still kissing your neck when he grabs one of your tits, gently massaging it, occasionally giving it a squeeze which makes your back arch.

It's when you moan when Sunghoon suddenly stops, he takes his hands out of your shirt and puts them on your hips, still behind you. “We can’t do this y/n”. You look back at him. His face is flushed and his hair is messy. “You are my daughter's best friend. You are 18 years younger than me.” You are still looking at him, frustrated. You need him, now. You can't wait any longer. “No Sunghoon, Please, I need you to fuck me” You pathetically pleading to the older man. Suddenly his hold on your waist tightens and he pushes his clothed cock towards your ass, making you feel him. You gasp, pushing your ass back harder on his hard cock. “This is how you make me feel y/n, this. I can’t be around you. And doing this will only make it worse.” Despite his words he doesn’t stop grinding into you, af if he can’t. Only the feeling of his cock pressed on your ass is making you tilt your head back out of pleasure, leaning on his shoulder. You look up at him with pleading eyes “Please Hoon, I need you, I need your big cock”. He turns you around with force, making you face him. His big hand grabs both of your wrists pinning them above your head on the cabinet. His other hand pushes you up, being strong enough to make you sit on the counter just by the sink. Before you could say anything he grabs your chin and kisses you roughly. You let his tongue take completely over your mouth, and it almost hurts how wide your mouth is open. His tongue is deep in your mouth, showing dominance in not letting you breathe until he lets you. 

He then pushes your mouth away from his, “Have you ever sucked someone off before, baby?” He says, his hand still pining your wrists. Not lying, you nod your head. He looks down at you and chuckles. “Of course you have, you dirty slut”. He says and lets go of your wrists, and pushes you on your knees in front of him. He unbuckles his belt, and drops down his pants to let his cock free. He is massive, and you can see the preecum leaking out of it. The sight makes your thighs squeeze together, something he noticed and loves. You look up at him, waiting for him to give you his orders, so you can follow him like his peasant. He smirks and licks his bottom lip, before biting it. He takes a fistfull of your hair, using it to control you and lower you towards his hard cock. You begin to lightly lick the tip, teasing him, before wrapping your mouth around the top of his cock. Sunghoon breathes out and tilts his head back “Ah, baby, just like that”. Looking up at him seeing how affected he gets by your mouth makes you even hornier, making you lean down on his cock even more. You remove his cock from his mouth to spit on it, which makes Sunghoon inpatient. He grabs our hair harder this time, and tilts your head up. “Open your mouth, slut” He says with a stern voice, and you follow his command. You open your mouth and he spits in it, making you moan at the ill treatment. You feel his spit sliding down your throat. He then slams his cock into your mouth, making you suck on it. He moans again at the feeling of your mouth, making you moan as well, vibrating his cock in your mouth. 

Just as you think he is about to cum, he slides his dick out of you, and makes you stand up. “Why did you stop?” you plead, wanting him to use you as his mouth slut. He grabs your waist and makes you sit on the counter behind you. He takes off your shirt, as well as his, as you take off your pants. “I want to feel you before i cum”, His hand slides over your clothed pussy, and he can feel your wetness through the fabric. You tilt your head back, leaning against the cabinet. The feeling of his fingers lightly teasing your clothed clit makes you moan. “You want me to touch you that bad, baby?” he says and looks at you with big deer eyes. You whine out a yes, before his hand rips off your panties and touches your folds. “So wet for me already, did you get turned on that easily by sucking on daddy's cock?” The sight in front of him could make him cum alone. Your makeup is smudged, and your lips are covered in drool from all the sucking and kissing. Just the way you look at him, tells him how much you want him to get you off. His fingers finally slip into your tight hole, and you moan at the feeling. But it's not enough, you need his cock, and you need it before your best friend comes back. 

“I need you Sunghoon, please I can’t wait any longer”, not having time to make fun of you, he has done that already by now, he quickly pulls his fingers out of you and brings his cock to your entrance. 

He grabs his cock and slaps your pussy making you let out a loud groan. He knows he is massive, and makes sure to be extra careful with your fragile little body. You both let out a relieving moan at the same time as he pushes all of him into you. The feeling makes Sunghoon almost collapse, having to tilt his head on your shoulder. Your legs wrap around his waist to push him even more into you, making sure that you can take everything he has to offer. Because of the risk of getting caught, Sunghoon doesn’t waste a second before fucking himself into you, pushing his cock in and out of you in a rapid pase, almost too fast for you too handle. His hand is still by your neck, biting you to muffle any moans coming out of his plump lips hitting a sweet spot. This makes you moan, and grab his hair to stabilize yourself. Feeling close, you bring your hand down to draw circles on your clit. Sunghoon suddenly slaps your hand away to replace it with his own, making him do the work for you. Because of the foreplay, it’s not long until you cum, and by the time his hard steady thrusts become sloppier, and sloppier you know he is close too. He comes into your pussy, and slides his cock out of you, looking down at your drenched pussy leaking out his cum. 

It’s then he looks at you with a stressed expression. “We need to clean up before Yeri comes back”. So that’s what you do. Sunghoon uses his shirt to clean you up, and help you put your clothes back on. You quickly do the dishes, getting help from Sunghoon putting it in the cabinet. After you have cleaned yourselves, and the kitchen, Sunghoon looks at you with regret in his eyes. “You didn’t do this because you felt pressured, did you? I’m older than you and would have easily taken advantage of you if I wanted to”. You look at him, smile, and walk up to him. You stand on your toes to reach up to his level and kiss his cheek, stabilizing yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders. You lean into his ear and whisper, “You are forbidden fruit Sunghoon, which happens to be my favorite flavor”

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valentine’s day sex w/ txt

pairing: txt x fem!bodied reader

cw: smut, mdni

word count: 620

a.n. happy valentine’s day, kitties

yeonjun,,,

after taking you to a romantic dinner in the city, he takes you back to his place where he’s prepared a sensual surprise. you go to his room and see his bed made with rose petals dressing the sheets. he quickly flicks on the tea lights candles, creating a gentle glow. you revel in his beautiful efforts for a moment before he kisses you and lures you into his bed. with you on top, he’ll make love to your lips and start taking off your clothes. once you’re completely naked, revealing your sexy lingerie, he flips you on your back and eats your pussy til you cum on his face. over and over again.

soobin,,,

you both had to work on valentine’s day, but he made it a goal to make it up to you. dinner at home, and wine in the bedroom. you two are watching a romantic movie until your hands start to wander. you tease his thighs and slowly inch your way up to his crotch. getting the hint, he puts your hand in his pants to make you feel his growing erection. he leans in to kiss you as you continue palming his huge cock. he gently angles your head towards his dick and you take that as a sign to deep throat your valentine.

beomgyu,,,

in typical beomgyu fashion, he’d asked you to be his valentine quite late. little did you know, he had everything planned out weeks ago. when you came over to his apartment, it was decorated beautifully with flowers and nice lighting. but there were three boxes on the table. he told you to open one of them and that’s the toy you both will be using for the night. you chose the smallest one and opened it to find the famous rose toy. “i was hoping you’d choose that one.” he said. he couldn’t wait to undress you, couldn’t wait to taste you. and when he put that rose on your clit, he was so turned on by you he fucked you til you saw hearts and stars.

taehyun,,,

he’d be touching and teasing you all night long, at dinner and at the movie. you could barely focus. all you were thinking about was his cock sliding in and out of you. so when you two finally got home and he teased you some more by drawing a bath, you were growing impatient. he made a bath with pink bath salts and rose petals, making the whole bathroom smell amazing. despite your impatience, you appreciated how thoughtful he was. you got in the bath and he joined you. right when you started to relax and take your thoughts, his hands came creeping up your thighs. his thumb started rubbing your clit. before you knew it, you were bouncing on his cock, making the bath water overflow the tub.

huening kai,,,

he spoiled you for valentine’s day every year, but when it came to sex, it wasn’t very different or special. when you finally told him this, he made it a goal to change that. he spoiled you again, a nice dinner and lots of new stuffed toys. and once the time came to make love, he brought you into the room and slammed you against the wall. his forcefulness excited you. you felt his boner from inside his pants and couldn’t wait to unwrap him. you frantically undo his pants and take them down to get a good look at his cock. as you admire it, kai picks you up against the wall and slides in length inside you. your eyes roll back as he pounds you at his mercy. this is what you’ve been begging for all these years

#dadddybangtan #kpop fanfiction #k-pop smut #txt hard hours #txt drabbles #txt smut #soobin smut #beomgyu smut #yeonjun smut #taehyun smut #huening kai smut #txt hard thoughts #txt fanfic #txt x y/n #txt x reader

[mechaknight-98]

NSFW Masterlist

Unnamed Dreamcatcher series

Bon Voyage FT Yoohyeon

Busan Beauties mini series

A Train to Busan I ft Chaehyun

A Train to Busan II ft Jeewon

A Train to Busan III (coming soon)

A Trip to Busan (Coming soon)

Claw and Order Mini Series

The Fake Mommy ft Yujin

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Teal flames ft Sakura Miyawaki

1800-Hot-NFun ft Sakura Miyawaki

Perfect night ft Sakura Miyawaki

Na matsuri Da ft Sakura Miyawaki

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Full Circle ft MiChaeang

Beastmaster’s Bond I ft Chaehyun

First Time ft: Yerin

Instinctive Insight part II ft Chaehyun

Festival Prep ft Sakura Miyawaki

Instinctive Insight ft Chaehyun

Aggression ft Sohee

Festivities ft Sakura Miyawkai

Paragon ft Yeji

Vehement ft Chaeyoung (twice)

Edge of tomorrow ft Dami

Louder voice ft Sakura Miyawaki

No Return ft Sakura Miyawaki

Empress ft Hyewon and Eunbi

Force of will ft Chaeyoung Twice

Reciprocal Feelings ft Natty

Caiju Clean up Crew ft Mono

Kozy ft Karina

Masquerade Part II ft Sejeong

Rash Revelries ft Sana and Jihyo

Celebrations ft Jihyo

Skyline ft Eunbi and Hyewon

Overwhelming Overtime ft Sua

Party Time ft Jeewon

Party time 0 ft dahyun

Anniversary Gifts ft Haseul

Best buddies ft SinB

Home Run ft Sohee

Overlord ft Eunbi and hyewon

Prey ft Chuu

#kpop fanfic #fanfic #kpop fanfiction #k pop smut

[riphobisbraces]

The Lucky Seven | BTS ot7 x reader

Hybrid/Royal AU

~ Chapter 1 ~

[ word count 3400+ ]

❀ genre: dark royal core, hybrid au, royalty au, hybrids/knights!ot7 x human/ princess!reader, afab (she/her) reader, polyamory (mostly ot7 x reader), strangers to lovers, daddy dom, smut and sexual sometimes. tiny bits of horror

❀ warnings: smut, swearing, murder, death (not the reader or ot7 though, I'm not evil), mentions of inbreeding (not between reader or ot7) some unsettling horror depictions, it won't be every chapter though or the whole story, just little bits here and there. (I'm willing to re write chapters for you to read if you can't do horror but still wanna follow along, just ask!🖤)

——— summary ———

In a world of hybrids and humans, following each other closely to extinction, you are one of the last full humans, Princess y/l/n of the emerald nation. humans are essential for the survival of hybrids so why are assailants hunting you and your family down? because of this, the court has decided it’d be best for you to be guarded at all times by the nations strongest knights, you’ve only ever heard of them but have never seen their faces. What will happen once you come face to face with the infamous “lucky seven”?

[ chapter 1 ]

“you will not go.”

Your father states lowly but firmly. The voice sharp enough to slice the chatter amongst the servants into silence. you were having lunch with your mother and father when you made the fatal mistake of bringing up the possibility of you attending tonight’s annual masquerade ball and thereby making your debut to the kingdom.

Ever since you were a little girl you had been sheltered your entire life. You’re told it’s for your own protection, for your people. you have to stay safe and alive to be able to nourish your nation.

being one of the last full blooded humans, you are a target. No one knows what you look like and you don’t know what anyone else looks like as well. Aside from your staff and servants, no one has ever seen your face. The kingdom and nation knows of your existence of course and they love you nonetheless but because of the scarcity of humans, your father has hidden you away in fear of you being kidnapped or worse.

Your father sees you as a priceless pearl, something he has the strong urge to protect. You were his treasure and he himself had a dark past he never got into as to why he was so overprotective. “but father… I’m 22 years old..” you say but as soon as it leaves your mouth, you wish you could take it back.

“Daughter, I know your age. And to question me is to disobey me, please leave your mother and I at once and make your way into your chamber” your father ends the conversation with that, wiping his mouth with his hanker-chief. He’s always been strict and what he says is always final. As you sat across from your mother, you stood up, placing your hands on the cold grey marble table.

You give her a look, furrowing your eyebrows as to say “please say something” but to your dismay she does the same as your father, wiping her mouth then clearing her throat before looking down to finish her meal. You sigh before you give in with a feeble “yes father”. standing up, you make your way out of dining room, feeling sympathetic glances from the staff as you leave the room.

Walking to your chamber you notice the marbled white floor feels a bit chilly today. you walk through the corridor, onto the white stairway, feeling the relief of warm velvet carpet beneath your chilly feet. Walking up the stairs, one by one, you reach the halfway mark.

The sun from the large glass windows on top of the staircase beams through, tickling your eyes. you squint and use your hand to shade your eyes before looking up. You see two birds fly by, disappearing as quickly as they appeared, almost looking like as if they flew into the clouds.

You feel your heart fall heavy, filled with desperation to be like one of those birds, even just for a second. how lucky they were, to be able to go anywhere, anytime they want. no responsibilities.

It’s a little cliche but people are right when they say they wish they were birds you think to yourself. You’ve read hundreds of books and definitely have come across some descriptions of people wanting to be birds. Never understanding though as a child, you would think to yourself “why on earth would one want feathers? And to have a beak? How bizarre” But as an adult, you understood why now. It was about the freedom.

“Your highness, are you alright? Is your heart okay?” No it isn’t. You snap out of your thoughts before you realize you were still standing halfway up the staircase, clutching your chest all the while an old male servant by the name of Lloyd, looked at you with a face of concern. How long did you space out for, you thought.

“Oh yes, thank you. I guess I just got lost in thought” you give a half smile to your servant. His face of concern turned to relief before quickly turning sour again. while waiting for his response you realize he was one of the servants that was in the dining room when that whole theatrical happened with your father.

“Your highness, please forgive me if I’m speaking out of turn but I do feel sorry for you and your predicament. Please let me know if there is anything that I can do to lessen your grievances.” He tries to smile before dismissing himself with a bow and turning away. this of course isn’t unusual, your servants do seem to pity you a lot, which you find ridiculous and kind of ironic, that your “sheltering” has gotten to the point where servants pity a princess!

you’re grumbling as you think and make your way through the upstairs corridor, before eventually finally reaching your room. the oh so familiar two large and tall, white doors stand in front of you. you’ve seen these doors more often than you’ve seen your own face you thought to yourself.

reaching for the diamond knobs you turn them before pushing your way in. The breeze of the outside immediately hits your nose. It’s so fresh and delightful.

Your maids know how stuffy it gets in your chamber and how much you love fresh air so they leave your window open whenever you’re away from your chamber. Your room is cream coloured and filled to the brim with gold accents. High ceilings and lots of books.

Walking towards your desk by the window, you feel your mood start to shift. you feel a bit better despite the little argument you had with father this afternoon. you take a seat in your chair, it’s plush seating immediately coaxing your back into comfort and relaxation.

Inhale… exhale… you look up to your painting above the desk. it’s of two women, dancing in glee at some sort of outdoors festival. you always loved this painting, the happiness they seem to exude, the freedom and love.

They look like they don’t care about the past nor future, they are just focused on the present and what’s in front of each other. Oh how you longed to be that free and content. you feel the familiar heaviness sinking into you chest once again.

you have to feel that freedom, you have to have that happiness at least for one night, dear god, please, just for one night. The desperation in your chest starts to grow more and more. The desperation turns into fear and anxiety.

You feel your palms sweat and your face get hot just at the very thought. Your hands start to shake once you come to the very obvious conclusion. you HAVE to sneak out to the ball tonight.

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“But Lloyd, you said you would do anything” you whine with a pout to your servant. “Your highness I-I might’ve of offered but I didn’t think you would need this! And your father- ohhh no, your father is a very scary man and I don’t think if I-“ you shush Lloyd, the same old male servant from before from the stairway. “shhhh. Keep it down! you aren’t doing anything you aren’t supposed to be doing, just play along. Just- Please.. “ You reply with hopelessness at this point, looking down.

you had hatched the perfect plan. You made it as though you were sleeping in your bed, forming your pillows to the shape of your body underneath the comforter. You were all dressed and had your mask on but even so, you would just have to avoid your personal staff and your parents, no one knew you were the princess and what you looked like.

Your father had luckily assigned Lloyd to sit outside your chamber with the guards. The routine is usually a servant will come in and out, checking on you from time to time making sure you are okay before letting the guards know. they would sit there all night which you had gotten used to over the course of your life.

You were always being watched and protected. a sigh interrupts your thoughts “if you’re caught, I knew nothing.” he says in defeat. your eyes widen with a bright glow and you feel your heart skip a beat before jumping into his arms “thank you, thank you, thank you” you whisper. he knows he shouldn’t be doing this but he can’t help but feel for you and your situation.

But the way you lit up and how fast he heard your heart go at his answer, he didn’t regret agreeing. Suddenly he pulled away from the embrace to face you, “Okay princess but you have to promise me not to leave the castle! please stay within the ball and please don’t get recognized. If you’re in danger please just run back to your chamber and reveal yourself to the servants so we can help you. And-“ the old man was about to continue before you cut him off “I promise I’ll be safe. just leave it all to me” you smiled at him.

He sighed out before he looked down at you and tried to return the smile but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. “Okay your highness” He replied. You give him one last smile before you let go and he dismisses himself.

Hearing your chamber door closed, you slowly walked up to your mirror, taking one last look. you were adorned with a long black dress, thin short sleeves resting on your shoulders, décolletage exposed wearing a pearl necklace with a dark green emerald laid in between your collarbones. your bangs were slightly pinned back just enough to show off your black lace mask.

Wearing your silk black gloves, you pulled up your mask to your face. this was the night. Tonight would be the night of your life. you feel yourself start to shake, before you suddenly feel the urge to throw up from all the adrenaline already.

you swallow it back holding your stomach. You thought this would be easy, thinking of it so many times before but now that you’re actually doing it, you are very frightened. You’ve never been by yourself, you’ve never been in public and mostly, you’ve never disobeyed your father.

You start to rethink your decisions. It’s not too late to undress and head to bed your good conscience says. father would never know. no. something snaps in you saying “it’s now or never”.

you shake your hands breathing in and out walking back and forth from your window before looking out to check for the outside night guards. You planned on jumping out your window and making your way to the ball since you’re only up on the second floor. There was also a small tool-shed in front of your window so you decided that you could easily make that jump to on top of it.

Once you’ve noticed that the guards finished their round near your window and were out of sight, you decide you have to just do it, or else you never will. without thinking, you opened your window ever so slightly before making the jump to the top of that very shed you’ve thought about jumping onto for years.

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breathing in and out while looking up at the stars, you just lay there, on top of the tool shed. “I did it” you thought. You start to quietly giggle to yourself.

Even if you didn’t make it to the ball, this was enough. this was the furthest you’ve ever been outside the castle by yourself and it was simply outside your window. you catch eye of the Big Dipper, noting how prettier it looks outside.

You’ve seen the Big Dipper many times before from your window but to be apart of it outside, feels different. there are no walls surrounding you, just miles and miles of horizon. you feel like you’re in space.

“wow..” you say. You’re enjoying being in this new space before you’re brought back to reality with the sound of a snap of a twig. you quickly sat up and gasped.

you looked around into the darkness, squinting in hopes that would somehow improve your night vision. you quickly climb off once you decide that the coast is clear, making your way into the night. you can’t shake the feeling that someone or something is watching you though so you pick up your pace to the entrance.

Turns out your feeling was right. someone was watching you, not a threat though. the hybrid watched in the dark with curiosity as you made your way to the front of the palace. “Hmm” a low voice grumbles from the dark as you’re already long gone.

—

“woah…” you say in amazement at the crowd. You made your way to the front entrance where every hybrid of all ages were laughing and chattering. everyone looks beautiful and exquisite, definitely fit for a Royal ball.

You can’t help but smile like you never smiled before in your life. in awe of the different faces and smells, you find yourself all of a sudden getting pushed inside as everyone makes their way in. the crowd forming a moving wave toward the entrance with you in it so you decide to just go with the flow hoping you won’t trip.

As the crowd moves towards inside, it doesn’t take long before everyone starts to disperse into a large and grand ballroom. You gasp in astonishment, why haven’t you ever seen the ballroom when it was decorated like this?

Yes you’ve passed by it many times but the room was always empty and plain. It always felt spacious and dark, a lonely room. but tonight was different, the room had come alive with warmth and gold.

It was as if what was missing were people, smiles and laughter. It felt like an another dimension, the layout was your home but you were somewhere completely different. You made your way to the side of the room, leaning against the wall and just taking in the scene before you.

The sound of trumpets startle you from your bewilderment, panicking and immediately ducking down because you know that could only mean your father is going to make his entrance. “Woahh there miss, it’s just the horns for the king” a deep voice makes you turn your head.

A tall man standing in front of you makes your stomach drop. Looking him up and down real quick you realize, he’s a knight. you’ve never been this close to anyone but your servants, let alone having to speak to them. “o-oh yeah. I know” you quickly say before trying to hide again.

You look at the grand staircase in the middle of the room where it looks like your father will be entering from. Feeling your heart beat faster you turn back to get another look at the man’s face beside you before realizing he hadn’t broken his eye contact on you since he’s spoked. he was wearing a black eye mask but you could tell that he was handsome.

His heart shaped lips and angular jawline. He had dark hair and dark eyes to match, you could feel your palms getting hot and a weird fluttering feeling go off in your stomach just by looking at him. “is there a reason why you don’t smell of hybrid miss?” he broke your thought whilst smirking.

Wait what, smell? “what do you mean?” you question. He continues “well it’s just that, every hybrid has a certain scent that others can decipher as hybrid but it seems that…” he leans closer to smell you as you shiver from the sudden close contact “you don’t have a scent. Not a hybrid scent anyway, and as a hybrid, I shouldn’t even be having to explain this to you as you should know this… right?” He smiles. Shit, you are screwed.

You didn’t know that. otherwise you would’ve stayed in your chamber. Humans and hybrids have differentiating scents? your father never really told you these things as he thought you wouldn’t need to know them.

God damn it, father, you thought to yourself. “I just-“ you were about to continue when you were saved by the bell, or at least you thought you were. It was your father speaking. “Welcome to the 34th annual masquerade ball! please help yourself to refreshments and dance to your heart's content! please enjoy!” He finishes with a bow.

Everyone begins clapping as you find yourself sneaking away to get back to your chamber. Making your way out, you suddenly feel your wrist being grabbed, you gasped before your turned to face the same man you were talking to before. “I know you’re the princess, and I know you shouldn’t be here” he admits with a soft voice.

You feel your knees turn into noodles as you’re caught. “Please oh please don’t tell my Father, I was just about to go back into my chamber-“ you’re cut off when something quickly partially covers your sight. the room went quiet from the sudden fast flying object. you look above the thing partially covering your sight before you realize what it was.

An arrow. in between yours and the man’s face. You gasp, breath hitching, trembling as you look at the man in front of you who also has wide eyes. he suddenly covers you and picks you up bridal style without a thought and yells “THE PRINCESS IS BEING ATTACKED” everyone starts to scream and duck once everyone registers what’s going on.

“the princess?” “What is she doing here” screams and confused chatter quickly spread amongst the ball all the while, your father is standing on top of the stairs frozen in bewilderment.

What were you doing here? Who was attacking? Who’s going after his little girl? Why can’t he move? He can’t do anything but watch everything unfold in shock, still like a statue.

The voices of servants and knights trying to get orders from him, just registering as ringing in his ears. His mouth slightly agape, amongst the chaos, one of his best knights pulls him by the shoulders. “MY LORD” suddenly a loud voice abruptly brought him back from his frozen shock.

He looks up before realizing it’s one of the lucky seven. Ironically, he feels lucky because of this. “get my daughter out of here” is all the king could muster before the knight gave him a stern nod.

Running down the stairs, the knight yells out to his pack member carrying the princess “HOBI, GET HER TO NAMJOON” hobi nods while running to the front to where the said knight named Namjoon resided. The aforementioned knight running down the stairs then took out his sword and quickly looked for his other pack members to take down the asalients.

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you’re frozen. You can’t do anything but watch the horror unfold. This is all your fault, it had to be. People were pushing each other, screaming and crying.

Everyone was running for their lives all the while you were being carried by this unknown knight. You could feel the regret and fear in your stomach churning together to create this whole new awful feeling. You just wanted to go home, you regretted ever coming out.

Your train of thought is broken when the two of you finally made it outside. An even taller and buff looking man ran up to you guys. “Hobi, what’s going on?” he asks concerned while looking back at you both and everyone running past you guys. Who you guess is Hobi, puts you down and replies “this is the princess, she’s being attacked. We need to hide her until the others calm everything down, king’s orders”

Namjoon looks at you in shock “the princess?” before quickly shaking his head, snapping himself out of his own shock before saying “alright, I’ll take her from here”. The buff looking man quickly shape-shifts into his animal form, a large dark grey wolf.

Hobi quickly puts you on top of his back before saying “hang on tight your highness” you do as your told and hold onto the wolf around its shoulders, not being able to wrap your arms fully around because of how truly large he was. Letting your hands sink into his fur, you grab on before he suddenly starts running.

You turn around as the palace behind you becomes smaller and smaller and the screams become quieter and quieter. You turn back to face forward before letting yourself succumb to your adrenaline, now feeling safe. This fur is warm you think to yourself before drifting to sleep, all the while you somehow held onto the hybrid tight the whole ride, too scared to let go or be alone even whilst asleep.

a/n; okay so I know I said I would start writing chapter one tomorrow but I couldn’t wait, I wanted to get the story rolling before I started writing tomorrow again. anyway what did you think? why didn’t Lloyd tell y/n about humans and hybrids having different scents? who was watching her while she was on top of the tool shed? and how did hobi know y/n was the princess 🤔 also who was the knight that broke the king out of his thoughts? So many questions unanswered but continue reading to see what happens! we will be meeting the boys properly next chapter :)

Next chapter:

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[luciathcv]

hi love i absolutely adore to your writing <3 could you please write something about jungkook introducing you to the rest of the guys for the first time? 🤍

this is y/n - jjk

summary: your bf introduces you to his best friends, the members of bts || warnings: none || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: n/a || a/n: thank you so much for sending in an ask! i really love responding to them! i hope you like how i write this! pls send more :)

Jungkook pulled into a parking spot in the parking garage of his member, Namjoon’s apartment. He and his members were having a get together and he decided that this would be a good opportunity for them to finally meet you. You were happy that he finally was introducing you to them and were even excited but at the same time, you couldn’t help but be extremely anxious. You wanted to make a good impression on them, especially since your boyfriend was so close to all of them.

You didn’t even realize it but you were completely lost in thought, zoned out, worrying about how the encounter would go. You’re broken out of you’re daze when Jungkook puts his hand on your thigh, gently squeezing it as he calls your name for the nth time, this was just the first time you’d finally heard it. You look over at your boyfriend, giving him a smile.

“You okay, baby?” Jungkook asks, his hand remaining on your thigh as he rubs it comfortingly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just… nervous.” I admit.

“That’s normal. It’ll be fine though. I promise.” Jungkook tells you.

“I know..” You say, giving him a small smile.

“I’ll be there with you the whole time.” Your boyfriend reminds you and you just give him a small nod. After a few moments of silence, Jungkook breaks it, “You ready to go up?” He asks. I give another nod in response as I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of the car, the two of us heading up.

Once you guys got up to the floor in which Namjoon’s apartment was on, Jungkook took your hand in his. He walked you guys to the front door and rang the doorbell. There was a buzzing sound, which meant Namjoon had unlocked the door for you both and so Jungkook turned the knob, opening the door. He walked inside first and you followed behind. The both of you took your shoes off and Jungkook’s hand remained holding onto yours. He gave you a reaffirming kiss before the two of you walked down the hall to where everyone was.

Everyone looked over at the both of you and they all got up, ready to greet you. You said hello to everyone one-by-one, introducing yourself. Namjoon told Jungkook to get the both of you some drinks from the kitchen so that’s what he did. Jungkook asked if you wanted to come with him but you declined. You sat on the couch as you waited for Jungkook to come back when Namjoon came over to you once again, sitting next to you. He could tell you were feeling anxious so he wanted to try and make you feel more comfortable.

“You know, Jungkook has told us so much about you.” Namjoon tells you.

“Really?” I ask, not being able to help the small smile that was forming on my lips.

“Yeah.” Namjoon responds. “All good things, don’t worry.” He then adds and you giggle a little in response.

Suddenly, Jungkook plops down on the couch next to you, handing you a glass with a drink in it. You give him a small thank you as you sip the drink. Namjoon just smiles before he gets up and goes to the boys, leaving Jungkook and you alone.

After two-ish hours, you and Jungkook said your goodbyes and left. When you got in the car, Jungkook looked over at you, “What’d you think, baby?” He asks.

“They were all really nice.” You tell him and it was the truth. The whole time you were there, they were all very nice to you, treating you as if they’ve known you for years.

“Yeah? Well.. they definitely liked you a lot.” Jungkook tells you.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” You playfully roll your eyes as you look away.

Jungkook takes your hand in his, “I’m serious.” He laughs a little, causing you to laugh. After the both of you stopped laughing, Jungkook spoke, “Want to watch a movie when we get home?” He asks.

You look over at him, looking into his eyes, “Okay.” You nod, giving him a smile. Jungkook leans in and pecks your lips before he finally puts the car in drive and pulls out of the parking spot, driving you both back home.

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[theunhingedwriter]

Mommy~

Pairing: Mingi x reader

Warnings: smut (duh) creampies, overstimulation, begging, crying, tiny bit of fluff if you squint really really hard

Group: Ateez

Rating:18+

“F-fuc-…STop!” Mingi cried

The sound of skin slapping filled the sauna you two where in

Your hips burned from the position you were in, arms tired, knees and ankles begging for mercy but you didn’t dare stop, not when his like this when he’s so close to falling apart.

“Come on princess, you can d-do it.” You growled, as your knees trembled daring to give up and make you fall straight your knees and end the mission you were on.

To overstimulate Mingi until he cried.

“I can’t—please!—s’ too much!”

You are so close, you could feeel it, each throb, knee jerk, and cry he let out proved your point even further. The tears forming in his eyes while his jaw unknowing hung open was the cutest thing ever, you loved him so much, he was so pretty. His pouty lips, sweat stained cheeks, whine voice and his beautiful eyes were just so beautiful especially when they are filled with tears it’s the absolute best.

“Please, Mommy!! M-mommmy I’m gonna!—ANNNH” he sobbed letting out the cutest moan you ever heard, his head leans back as fresh beautiful tears fall down. The thing you loved the most was feeling the warm splash of cums paint your inside, it felt so good. Especially because it made it easier for you to bounce up and down faster.

“I-mm…its too-much get-..get up please!!i-its too tight! S’too muha—much.” His voice was so horsed from the pleading and all the crying he was doing, almost made you feel bad for him.

“ Hush, let me work.” You hissed, rubbing at your clit in fast tight circle chasing after your own high, his small whimpers and pathetic cries made it so much easier to cum.

“FUCK!” You hollered tight around him as you slammed your hips down one last time, letting out a shaky breath. Mingi smiles at you.

“ you’re so fucking sexy when you take control…” he rasped out.

“ yeah I thought so too.”

Both of your heads snapped to the entrance of the door. Where…

San was standing

“Mind if i join you?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

The two of you glanced at each other.

“Uhhh…sure.”

Thx for reading mwauh mwauh

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{Sannie~~~~~}

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[softsan]

[5:23 AM] - You took a deep breath and exhaled, a small smile lingering on your lips. The cool summer breeze brushed against your cheeks, lifting the strands of hair beside your ears.

“This isn’t too bad, isn’t it?” You asked softly, peering at Soulmate!Chan who stood next to you.

Soulmate!Chan hummed, enjoying the fresh air and the breathtaking scenery. Ahead was the pristine, white shore—sand untouched by anything but the crystal waves. A backdrop of orange and pink painted the skies as the sun slowly made its descent down to the ocean.

You and Soulmate!Chan were fated as soulmates—an unwelcome revelation to both parties. Your families had been business rivals for decades, elites with status and too much wealth. You had been raised to achieve, attain and acquire. To undermine the likes of Soulmate!Chan.

The disturbance it caused on your eighteenth birthday when your soul mark finally appeared on your wrist. The bombshell that occurred, when it matched no one other than the eldest son of your family’s number one rival, Soulmate!Chan.

Soulmate!Chan's eyes slowly drifted down to you, observing the slight smile on your features. After days of arguing in each other's company, it came as a welcome surprise and perhaps a new start for two individuals who were so painfully similar in body and in mind.

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[iznsfw]

hi, can u write a wonyoung x male reader fluff?

Even Princesses Cry Sometimes

IZ Days of Christmas: Day 12 - Jang Wonyoung

IVE's Jang Wonyoung x Male/Female Reader Fluff

2,123 words

Categories | short, slightly angsty, idol!Wonyoung, caring!reader, tears and cuddles

Very short and late, but who cares?

Maybe I'll catch up with Yujin and Yuri some of these days.

It’s always another day, another front she’s putting up. Another disguise. Of course, only you know about the partial artificiality of it all. When she tries to put on a brave face throughout her schedules, or tells a particularly rude fan to take care of themself despite their scathing words, part of your heart just aches with the knowledge. Like you, she’s still so young - no eighteen-year-old has to bear with the pressure of the world burdening their shoulders like rocks. 

No eighteen-year-old has gone through as much as Jang Wonyoung has. You want to make it easier for her, but she almost never lets you. She’s built such a great wall around herself that even you, her partner, can’t break through. Even if you summoned all the might into your fists and beat around its bricks, it would take long before you can even make a hole.

For the wall to be broken, the one who built it must reach out.

Gaze at the television and wonder when that will happen. It’s rarer than anything. But there she stands, gorgeous as always. Her dark hair flows in the night, and the blue dress that drapes around her form makes her look like a princess. With the colors and her makeup, she can easily pass as a Korean Cinderella. No, she can’t be Cinderella - Wonyoung never needs someone to save her. She was never a damsel in distress, which is why she’s expressed her dislike for the tale so many times:

(“It’s so… fucking odd, jagi-ya,” laughed Wonyoung, over a pack of potato salted-egg chips, while she lounged with you on the sofa. The TV was on, the classical Cinderella was playing, and Wonyoung was… well, unimpressed. She ran through her locks of messy curled hair and added, “I understand the situation. I really do—”

“You don’t,” you interrupted truthfully, but not without a smile. Oh, never without a smile; Wonyoung is your happy pill, no matter what she says.

Wonyoung laughed loudly, pushing you in the chest hard. Laughter overtook her tiny frame. “Fine, fine!” she admitted. “I don’t, but see here… this is fucking ridiculous. It’s just- ugh!” She rolled her eyes and gave you an exasperated look. “But you get me, don’t you? You get what I mean?”

There was a hint of fear in those beautiful eyes of hers. Something told you that the question was born not out of frustration, but was instead from caution nested in the swindle of circumstance the universe had blown her to. Was Wonyoung afraid she would offend you? Had the headlines and tabloid articles created a phobia she’d never dare tell anyone - not even you?

But then your lips found her forehead creased with lines of worry, and you felt them relax beneath the touch of your love. Wonyoung settled into your arms as if she were your little songbird, and you were the only nest she found that would not break.

 “I do, hon,” you told her. “I do.”)

Fine, you’d settle for her being no one because not one princess out there can match Wonyoung in everything she does. She’s the perfect girl, the perfect idol. She’s pretty, talented, and charismatic enough to attract all of her success by herself. No girl her age is at the point of success she has at her fingertips. But it’s something that can easily be snatched from her with just the wrong move. Everyday is a challenge for her; too much smiling equals to her being too flirtatious, but little smiling and winks mean that she’s too reserved and self-centered to take notice of the people around her. In everything she does, begrudged people find a way to twist it around into a bad light. 

You admire how resilient she is. Much to the shock of her admirers and fanatics, it isn’t exactly ideal to live a life being so closely watched. Not even with all the wealth she possesses. The way she has learned to cope with it independently teaches you more life lessons than any seminar could. But you want to remind her sometimes that she doesn’t have to be strong all the time with you. You can take her falls. You have each other, don’t you? Isn’t that what partners are for?

The fall of the princess is televised, put out there for everyone to pick apart and make fun of. Worst of all, you aren't able to catch her.

-

Wonyoung is happy to find out that her group, the monster rookie idol band IVE, won a lot of medals and marked new milestones. But now tears slip down her beautiful face. The camera focuses on her. It loves her, craves her - every bit of Jang Wonyoung is too pretty to not be captured and immortalized; of course it does. She sees it and tries to stop, but the fat drops of grief - grief for what could have been, what should have been; grief for her young self who wasn’t and isn’t able to enjoy the last few years of her childhood - continue to pour down like rain. 

As the colorful confetti falls from the roof of the grand stadium, she falls, too, and the members start to take notice. Yujin leans over to ask if she needs a tissue, and Jiwon rubs a comforting hand on her back. But none quench the need for a hug she has buried deep inside her heart. She needs someone beyond her friends slash co-workers. She needs you.

Wonyoung looks around. There are only crowds and crowds of noisy fans and cameras flashing. But her observant eyes scrutinize every corner in the large room for any sign of you. There’s still hope in her heart that you’ll come dashing into the show to help her. Sort of like a knight in shining armor in a children’s fairy tale. 

Jagi-ya? Where are you? I need you right now, please. You can’t leave me here.

Then she remembers: her life may be glamorous, but it isn’t a fairytale. She’s only one girl, in a massive crowd of people she doesn’t know, trying to make it through the night. Her thoughts are making it more than difficult though. They consist of the pain she went through to get here: those dark nights where she practiced till her legs felt like they were going to snap, the harsh scolding she received from teachers, days when her schedules were so packed that she didn’t even have the time to eat or even breathe…

Wonyoung’s makeup is stained with her own sadness. She’s gorgeous - that’s an indisputable fact, she’s talented, she’s young and successful. But what are the hardships she had to bear and all its blooming fruits worth if she doesn’t have you?

She’s torn up from the inside. She needs you now, more than anything, yet you are nowhere to be found. But it isn’t your fault. She’s been too reserved and private after all, dealing with her matters and affairs by herself. It’s only natural that you would think that she can handle her tears. Compared to everything she has to handle, tears are merely a little thing. You’re already used to the idea of her being self-reliant, so why would you show up now?

Her phone buzzes all of a sudden. One click at the side of the costly phone case, she’s able to see your messages.

You | 11:47 PM | Hey, princess?

You want to take the night off a little early? Watch some clueless? :) 

-

And she thought you’d never come. 

Wonyoung crashes between your rounded arms. This time, you don’t worry about messing up her hair, which must have taken hours to curl. You don’t hold yourself back from taking her in your arms, although the stylists warned her not to ruin the pretty blue dress. No, you bury your face into her neck, kissing it over and over. You’re happy to see her; only meeting her less these past few weeks has made you lonelier than you’d like to admit. And you know that she’s happy too; her tearful, beautiful eyes sparkle when she gazes up at you. But you also know that, although she would rather die than admit it, she’s been missing the comfort of someone caring for her.

She’s a princess, and you’re her knight in shining armor. Wonyoung rarely needs you, much less a knight to come save her. But she appreciates your love. She’ll hide it behind blushes and playful circles of her eyes, but she loves you. It comforts her that you do, too.

People are staring. The cameras start flashing. The same fear gathers up in Wonyoung’s heart again, but this time, she shoves it aside. She’s not going to hide her love for you anymore. She won’t let anyone get in her way.

The wall has finally broken and deteriorated. 

Wonyoung seizes your face in between her slim hands, and kisses you deeply. It surprises you; her full lips are extremely soft, brushing over your pink ones and locking them with hers. Her eyes close, but your eyelids remain parted. This time, you’re the one scared. You aren’t scared of your own reputation, but for Wonyoung. What will the media do when they find out she has a partner already? Oh, how they’d villainize her! How they’d paint her into a promiscuous, indifferent queen bee!

“W-Wonyoung,” you stammer, when she finally stops. “The, the media—”

“Darling, please. I don’t care anymore. I just want you.”

Her words feed into a phone-installed recorder nearby. The woman holding it looks horrified, but Wonyoung simply gives her a coy wink. You smile; that’s the Jang Wonyoung you know.

You smile sincerely. Brush the tears from her face with your thumb, and realize just how much you love Wonyoung. It’s like destiny tied your threads together from the beginning. You were just a fan of her back in Produce 48 because you love how brave she was to put herself out there, despite being your age only. Hell, you couldn’t do that. When she met you at  a fanmeeting and discreetly passed you her number, you were on top of the world. It was straight out of a fanfiction.

But all fanfictions end. That can’t be said about you and her. You’re best friends, lovers, and frenemies all at once. Your relationship is built around deep friendship, and that’s why you’re certain that the love you share with Wonyoung will go on forever. 

“That’s my girl,” you whisper, kissing her forehead. It’s only you and her in this stadium. All the others are faceless ghosts, nothing to worry about. “Movie night?”

Wonyoung smiles giddily. “You bet!”

-

For the first time in years, Wonyoung completely cuddles up in your lap. Thank your parents for having tall genes; if you were any shorter than Wonyoung, you would be the one seated in her lap. It would be the other way around. 

You still keep CDs, so you’re able to watch Clueless with her on the television. She’s raptly watching the iconic chick flick, mimicking the main character with “As if!”s and laughing afterwards. But you’re more interested in her rather than the film itself. Wonyoung is the prettiest when she’s happy. The companies love her trendy poses when she shoots magazine covers or photos, but her most charming self is this:

Half-moon eyes, mouth stretched into a giggly grin, and her hand becoming the resting place of her cheek as she laughs over and over at the comedic timings of the movie. Her brown hair in its uncurled natural state resting at her shoulders, which are not trapped in one of the stage outfits anymore, but rather a big, gray sweatshirt that was once yours. You want it back, but she looks better in it than you do, so you speak nothing about it.

Wonyoung falls asleep just when Clueless is about to reach its conclusive end. With strong, trained arms, you carry her over to your shared bed and tuck her to bed. She stirs a little, but she doesn’t open her eyes. She only smiles, knowing you have her back now, and beckons you under the sheets.

Slide under the comforter and wrap a protective arm around her. Moments like these make you happily remember that Jang Wonyoung isn’t merely just an idol, but your girlfriend. Your little spoon. Your baby rabbit. At the same time, you match all her curved puzzle pieces, and act the role of being her partner, big spoon, and a caring person who won’t let any hunter find her. 

You’re made for each other. And as you snuggle closer to Wonyoung, your puzzle pieces connect. You promise, silently, to never let go.

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[peachysooxo]

Hi there! I really love your work! Thank you for working so hard to create an amazing fanfic for us 🫶🏻. I have a request for you. Since I'm a typical person who finds comfort in angst stories, could you please write an angst story about Kyungsoo based on his song 'The View'? Thank you very much!

Answer: when I got this request I literally SCREAMED. Thank you @sooadorable for the request! I have been writing a series and wondered how I could introduce it, and this is the best way because it lines up with the story perfectly! The series is entitled “Romantic Universe”, which contains 4 standalone intertwined stories featuring Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, Jongin and Baekhyun. I have been writing Kyungsoo’s for over a year and this is the product. I hope you enjoy this, thank you so much for the request and all of your support! Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The View

genre: angst, drama, Kyungsoo!AU, EXO!AU, romance

word count: 2,011

theme: marriage in trouble, lovers to enemies, separation, impending divorce, broken heart

warnings: use of alcohol, cursing, mentions of self harm, implied smut, sad kyungsoo, depressed kyungsoo

summary: Kyungsoo is separated from his wife and finds comfort in a bottle of Tennessee Whiskey and old home movies as he tries to figure out what to do with the divorce papers he was served. Based off of his song, “The View”.

I stare out into the vast open sky from my living room floor, the sunset paints beautiful colors that canvas the atmosphere above the rolling waves of the Pacific Ocean. I can get lost in moments like this, the times where my head is completely clear and I take in everything around me.

Slowly, effortlessly, the yellows become the golden flecks in her gorgeous eyes. The wind is her touch, soft and sends chills down my spine. The reds are her lips when she gets ready for date nights, putting on lipstick just for me. Even though she didn’t need it, she looked so spectacular in that shade of red. The waves are the promises we made, consistently rolling back to me to remind me that I failed to keep so many. Being here in this kind of scene just isn’t the same without her.

I watched my wife, Mila, walk out of the door and never turn back due to my own stupidity. I haven’t slept well since she left. I haven’t been able to eat on some days. Nothing in my life feels right anymore.

Our vacation home in Malibu looks out onto the shore, for the times we needed to get away from it all and spend time together. Tonight is my last night here before I have to fly back to New York to finish my album and I wish I could stay here longer. It’s the closest thing that I have to being with her.

Everywhere I turn, there’s pieces of Mila in every single thing. She’s in the clouds, the wind, the moon that grows brighter and brighter by the second. The last six months have been hell without her.

Watching old videos of us together has to be a form of self harm, but this is the only way I can see her smile. My eyes are glued to the screen as memories play out from different points in our relationship. From moving in to our first apartment together after we got married. From traveling to Korea to see my family. Waking up in Spain on our European tour together to staying up late in the studio to our honeymoon. I’ve replayed the honeymoon videos over and over, mesmerized as the events play out on screen. We were so young, Mila was 20 and I was 22. I need to be honest with myself, it wasn’t a honeymoon… It was our elopement at Mila’s grandparent’s ranch in Mexico. We stayed in the guest house on the ranch, and it was the happiest we’d ever been.

"Come here." My voice whines from the TV.

"No! Why are you recording us? It’s so weird!" Mila giggles. I grab the phone and the focus is Mila sitting with her leg tucked under her with cheeks tinted pink.

"Look at you, Angel." I breathe, calling her by her nickname. “You’re so gorgeous and you just woke up.”

“Soo!” Mila blushes. She tries to cover her face but I won’t let her.

“Don’t hide your gorgeous face from me.”

The engagement ring and wedding band on her left hand glimmers on screen. The rays of morning light filter into the room and it can’t even compare to her smile. She didn’t need to try at all, she just naturally glowed. I love it when she’s this way, no makeup, hair down and only wearing my t shirt.

I pull Mila by her waist into the frame and kiss her, my arm protectively still around her. I tease her by tracing her lips with mine and smile between kisses, placing her into my lap. I lean and prop the phone on the bedside table and we're in full view on the bed. Mila’s hands run through my hair, something she did when we’d be intimate like this. Her smile fades as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“Soo… I’m worried. I’m scared that us running off and getting married is going to make things worse with my father and brother.” Mila expresses. I press my forehead against hers, holding her tight in my arms.

"Listen to me. No matter what happens, my heart is yours. Angel, we’re married. Nothing can separate us. Not Sungho, not Chanyeol, no one. I know that we both took a risk when we didn’t tell Chanyeol that we were just dating. He’s your brother and my best friend. I can’t imagine how hard it was for you to keep that from your brother. You’re everything to me, my best friend, my life. All I care about is that you’re happy with this decision. They’ll come around, we just have to give it time.” I say lowly.

Mila nods her head, her hands glide down my shoulder to my forearms.

“I hope Chanyeol will come around, him and I are close and I never expected he’d react in the way he did. With my father… He may take longer but it’ll be okay. I’m beyond happy. This feels so right, yeobo.” Mila smiles again, and it’s a personal victory that she’s glowing again. “I just… Don’t know how I feel about you filming us in bed. It’s kind of…”

“Jagiya, stop. This is for our memories. This is our honeymoon. I had to document just how gorgeous you are when you wake up in the morning. You make the world around you envious.” I whisper, caressing her face.

"This is like a dream. I don’t want to go back to reality.” Our eye contact is strong, it never deviates from one another. I run my fingers through her hair and cup her face in my hands.

We fall into a deep kiss, molding ourselves to each other. We break slowly and a fire is ablaze in her eyes, full of want. She pushes me down onto the bed, I roll over until I’m on top of her.

“Look at me, Angel.” I straighten her gaze back to me by guiding her jaw back to face me. I lean down and kiss her velvety soft lips, my hand slides down to her throat. Her soft whimpers fill the room as my lips roam her jaw and down her neck. I stop at her shoulder and smirk into the camera.

“Mila, you’ll never forget this.” I say into the camera and nip her collarbone. She shrieks and holds onto me tighter. Before we go further, Mila grabs the phone and laughs.

“Nice try, Mr. Doh.”

We laugh and she cuddles into me, stopping the recording. I turn the TV off. Seeing my wife smile like that is something I haven’t seen in a long time. Tears threaten my eyes as the moon glows brighter. I can’t even remember when I started drinking or how I got halfway done with my bottle of Tennessee Whiskey. Now there’s nothing left but reminders that she’s not mine anymore. I shouldn’t have been working so much, prioritizing everything else over her, or even worse… I shouldn’t have been such a jealous monster. Being young and stupid, I’d bubble over with jealousy if a man just as much as gazed at her.

To be fair, Mila is a beautiful woman inside and out. She’s so selfless, humble and never afraid to be herself. Mila is known around the world for her music, to say she’s talented is an understatement. Watching her onstage is like a dream, she bursts to life when she performs. The entire world gets to see the woman that I am so proud to call her my wife.

Her physical beauty is just a bonus. Her sun kissed skin seems to glow, her plump lips framed her adorable smile perfectly, I could lose myself in her gorgeous eyes if I could. Her body is a gift from God, effortless curves that would hypnotize me the moment she’d walk into a room. She came right out of my dreams, everything about her is perfect.

It was never a secret that men pined over her and how gorgeous she is. I never checked my jealousy, something she never deserved.

I was certain every man she came across fantasized about her and wanted her the way I wanted her. I was so certain that it made me crazy. It was so bad that we started to fight all of the time and she finally had enough.

I open the sliding glass door to listen to the waves. The warmth from the whiskey offsets the cold night air, I wait for Mila’s arms to hug me into her embrace and when it doesn’t come, my heart splinters. I handled winter and spring without her, but summer reminded me how much worse it is that we’re separated. How she takes shape in the view.

“Mila… I miss you…” I whisper into the night air. The stars and moon start to sway and my vision clouds over. I rub my temples and turn my back to the ocean, glancing over at the divorce papers on the counter. I wrecked my brain relentlessly over what made Mila want a divorce. I didn’t cheat on her, I didn’t ever lay a hand on her and I didn’t lie to her or kept anything from her.

We could work on our problems easily, if she’d just allow it. Our last fight was the worst one, I can’t even remember what words were exchanged but that didn’t matter. What haunted me was that I made her cry. Something I swore I’d never do. I wanted to fix it and Mila wanted nothing to do with me.

Divorce papers.

This is not how I expected our relationship to end. I didn’t want it to end at all. I have to prove it to her that I’m going to change… Once the room stops spinning…

I stumble back and collapse onto the couch, closing my eyes to continue the memory the week we spent together on the ranch when we got married. Mila and I were in bed, cuddled up during one of our late nights. Mila’s fingers dance across my chest, her eyes heavy with fatigue.

“Promise me something, Soo.” She whispers.

“Yes, Angel?”

“Promise me that no matter what happens, we’ll never give up. We’ll never separate. Even if times get difficult, I don’t want to give up.” Mila pleads with her eyes.

“I promise you, Mila. I’ll never give up on you or us. If we somehow get lost or strained… We’ll fix it. I’ll fight for you until the very end, that’s my promise to you.” I reply, kissing her forehead.

“I’ll fight for you too. I’ll fight for us. This is different… Marriage is so different from just dating. You and I are in this together for life. I know I’m stubborn. I know I’m difficult to deal with, I’ll do better.” Mila smirks. I laugh and pin her under me, my forearms are on either side of her head.

“Your attitude is very easy to deal with. You’re a brat sometimes but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I laugh, kissing her slowly. “But you’re mine, whether you like it or not.”

“I love it. I love you.” Mila smiles. “Our promise is sealed with a kiss, isn’t it?”

I kiss her mouth and cheeks, nodding. “Of course it is, Angel.”

The memory fades from my head. Everything she said that night resounds in my head. I can’t sit her and feel sorry for myself and drink myself to death anymore. She made me promise her that I’d fight for her, and that we’d never separate. It’s my fault she pushed away, it’s my fault she doesn’t want to be near me. I have to fight for her, I have to keep my promise.

The first thing I decided to do is not sign the papers. If Mila wants a fight, that’s what she’s going to get. I can’t take her just being a memory that I can see in the world around me. She has to see that she is my world. She’s my view.

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[yongbokalli]

been thinking about riki a bit too much lately.

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[daydreamingyuta]

Don't Wanna Say Goodnight | Mark Lee

summary: fluff, drabble, you don’t want bf!Mark to say goodnight wc: 369 a/n: writing this actually made me more delusional 😵‍💫

"Baby, please don't leave." You say, grabbing Mark's arm so he can't get off the couch. He looks back at you with tenderness in his eyes. For two whole blissful days, Mark was completely free of any schedules, but tomorrow he has to work on some new music.

“C’mon baby, don’t do this to me. You know I have schedules early in the morning.” He says, but he doesn’t move a single inch away from you, a soft smile on his face. 

You knew he had to leave, but you just really didn’t want him to. You usually weren’t this clingy, but you knew Mark secretly loved it when you were like this. “If you really loved me you wouldn’t leave.” You say, challenging him.

He tilts his head back and smiles up at the ceiling, he knows that you’re just trying to prolong the goodbye so he can stay as long as possible. He looks back down at you and tilts his head. “If only you knew how much I loved you.” He moves close to you, his face centimeters from yours. “If you only knew how obsessed I am with you baby and how hard it is to leave when you beg me to stay like this.”

You smile up at him, satisfied, knowing that if he could stay, he absolutely would. “Finee text me when you get home ok?”

“Of course, baby.” He says, pressing a sweet kiss onto your lips. You follow him off the couch and get to his jacket before he does so you can help him put it on. Once it's on, you fix the collar for him, taking a moment to just stay close to him. He grabs both of your arms and wraps them around his waist while he wraps his arms around your neck. “Goodnight babyy.” He says against your hair, kissing your temple. 

“Make sure to get enough sleep ok?” You say, still not letting go of the hug. He hums, telling you that he’ll try his best to sleep well. Once you both untangle yourselves from the hug, he cups your face into his hands and scrunches his face at you. “I hate saying goodnight to you.”

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[ncttytrack]

Sinful - s.j (m)

It’s not long before he comes all over himself, and the sight of him makes you bite your lip to not let out any sound. It’s then the reality hits you, you just watched Jake Sim jerk off infront of his computer, and he has no idea.

Summary: Your church counselor , Jake Sim, makes you feel stuff you never felt before. Are you strong enough to resist the temptation or will you let the sin of lust take over you?

Genre: SMUT, Churchboy!Jake x reader

Words: 3k+

Warnings: Agegap (Reader is 19 and Jake is 22), cry kink, creampie, slapping, chocking, slut shaming, Dom!Jake, Sub!Reader

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You lean against the bus window, looking out at all the trees passing before you. It’s in the middle of summer, and your mom decided to pack your bags and forcefully send you away to a church camp for kids your age. You are nineteen years old, old enough to make your own decisions, but not according to your mom, using the argument that she is your parent and that you should respect her. What about her respecting you? At least you weren’t going to this camp with strangers, the others were a part of your Sunday church group that you attended to church with every week. The bus is completely cramped, and out of curiosity, you look around only to get eye contact with one of your church concealers, Jake. He smiles when he sees you looking at him, which makes you quickly look away.

Jake was not your average church-boy, you knew that. He was hot, super hot. And not to forget to mention, he was young too, almost too young - only being 22 years old. He was older than you but still, did the hot and young church concealer have to come on the trip surrounded by girls checking him out every second? Not that you were any different. It was hard to ignore those soft plump lips, his expressive eyes and his fluffy black hair. You have always imagined how it would feel to ram your fingers through it. You looked back at him again to get another peak. Today he is wearing a white sleeveless shirt, making his muscular arms visible for you to gawk at. Your eyes follow down his arms to his hands. His hands are slender and long and he was always wearing stacks of silver rings. You imagine how it would feel if the cold metal rings made contact with your warm body.

It’s then his hand waves at you, making your eyes widen and look up at Jake's face. He looks at you with an amused expression. “Hm?” Your breath hitches and you look away again. You squeeze your eyes shut out of embarrassment. Why did you have to stare at him like that?

You finally arrived at the camp, that bus ride took forever. You walk out of the bus, trying to drag your heavy backpack behind you. All of a sudden, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up, to see Jake standing beside you. “Um, did you want something? You looked at me a few times on the bus" He says and looks at you with a concerned look on his face. Coward. You only looked at him two times, what does he mean by ‘a few’? You look down on your feet, not being able to hold eye contact with him for more than three seconds. As a nervous reaction, you fiddle with the straps on your backpack. Not being able to stay silent forever, you finally answer him, occasionally being able to look into his eyes. “Ah, no it’s fine, I’m sorry for looking at you.” He looks at you up and down, still holding your shoulder. “No prob, just let me know if you need something m’kay?” He says, giving your shoulder a small squeeze, before walking away to talk to another counselor. It’s amusing that he acts so polite, as if the rumors about him weren't the nastiest you have ever heard. Apparently he sleeps around a lot, including with girls in your sunday-group. And according to a reliable source, or in other words, a girl you heard talking to her friend, he was "super big". Whatever that means. 

Because of your strict religious family, sex was not a part of your everyday life. You kissed a guy once, on this camp when you were seventeen, and you still remember him trying to grope you under your clothes, before walking away when you pushed him away from you. You have never watched porn, let alone masturbated, your mother making sure that your hands should always be over the duvet when sleeping. Probably so she would know if you did something. You didn’t want to risk your parents getting disappointed in you. 

It’s the next day, and you are walking from the camp's library back to the room you are sharing with three others. It’s then something in the counselor's room catches your eyes. It’s Jake, his head is tilted back, leaning towards his chair in front of the camp's (only) computer. The room has two big glass windows facing the hallway, and because the curtains aren’t down, you see everything inside.

His face looks weird, it’s an expression you had never seen before. His mouth is open, and his eyebrows are furrowed and it almost looks like he is in pain. What if he is hurt? Should you go in and help him? You are about to open the door, before suddenly stopping yourself. He seems to be watching something? You try to look closer, leaning in as much as you can on the window. It’s then you what he is watching.

It’s two people, pleasuring themselves in front of a camera. He's watching porn! You step back and your hand covers your mouth to cover the sound you let out. That’s why it looks like he is in pain, he is pleasuring himself. You try to look away, but the sight in front of you is too intriguing since you had never seen something like it before. You gain enough courage to look down at the ‘thing’ he is touching.

His hand is pumping his cock, and it’s leaking preecum. You suddenly begin to feel weird between your thighs, making you squeeze your thighs together to numb the feeling. The more you watch him get closer and closer, the more the pleasure grows inside your lower stomach. It’s not long before he comes all over himself, and the sight of him makes you bite your lip to not let out any sound. It’s then the reality hits you, you just watched Jake Sim jerk off infront of his computer, and he has no idea. Before he catches you, you run away back to your room and lock the door. 

You sit down on the wooden stump in front of the fireplace. Everyone attending the camp is outside around the fireplace, forcefully listening to the counselors singing songs about Jesus and heaven. Jake suddenly appears besides you, switching places with another counselor, blaming it on the smoke coming from the fireplace. You still haven’t forgotten what you saw earlier, and the feeling you got from watching him between your thighs never left. “It’s beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” Jake says and looks at you. How could he look at you like this as if he doesn't know what he was doing earlier in his room the same day. Your lack of response makes Jake put his hands on your thigh, making you gasp at the sudden feeling of his fingers making contact with your inner thigh. What if someone sees him? “Hm?” He looks at you and raises his eyebrows waiting for your response. You look up at him, his hands still on your thigh. His eyes are beautiful, making you lose your breath for a second before giving him an answer. “Yes…it is ”you say, and look away from him. He looks away from you and licks his bottom lip. You thought that he would leave your thigh alone after you responded, but it’s still on you. It’s sliding up and down your thigh, getting higher by every second. The arousal between your legs is getting too much for you to bear, and suddenly it’s enough. It begins to hurt, and you need to do something about it. You can’t wait for the feeling to die down, because it won't if you don’t make it go away. Whether you like it or not you need to touch yourself. To Jake's surprise you stand up abruptly, “Excuse me…”, you say as you walk away as quickly as you can to your room. 

You try to open your door, but to your disadvantage it’s looked. Urgh. You forget that the counselors lock the rooms to stop us from skipping the campfire evenings. You look out of the window at the church only a meter away from the camp. The guilt inside of you increases as you make your way to the only place you know would give you privacy. You hurry your way to open the big heavy door of the church, walk down the narthex and sit on the first row. Too bad that this church doesn't have a confession booth, though otherwise you could've hid in there to act out your sins.

You button up your pants quickly to get it over with, and lean back on the wooden bench. The image of Jake Sim enters your brain, but the moment you touch your core outside of your panties you stop. You have never masturbated before, and you definitely don’t know what to do. You look at the big Jesus sculpture by the altar, and it feels like he is staring at you. You close your eyes out of guilt and begin to cry. You are so frustrated, and the guilt inside your chest makes you want to disappear. It’s then you feel a hand on the top of your hair, patting it. 

You didn't notice anyone walking into the church, so the sudden touch makes you open your eyes, only to meet Jake's gaze. You let out a small scream and cover yourself with your arms. He looks at you with pleading eyes, before crouching down so he is eye level with you. His hand leaves the top of your head, and he cups your cheeks with both of his hands. His lips form into a teasing pout. “Aw baby, why are your pants down? And why are you crying?” You look at him with tears in your eyes. Your whole body hurts and you have no idea what to do with it. “Jake, please, it hurts”. He pokes the inside of his cheeks with his tongue, and looks at you trying to act disappointed. His hands leave your cheeks and he stands up, looking down at you. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, and tilts his head to the side, trying to look intimidating. It’s working. Your heart sinks.

“I don’t know baby, what would god say if he saw you like this in his holy temple.” You are desperate, so desperate that you kneel down infront of him, clapping your hands together in front of him, begging. You look up at him “Please Jake, please help me and make this feeling disappear. It hurts, it hurts so much. I don’t know what to do.” He looks down at you pleading, and sighs. He brings up his finger and points at the bench behind you, signaling you to sit on it. You do so, standing up from your kneeling position. Your knees are sore from the hard contact of the church floor, and the pain makes you limp to the bench. He sits down beside you, grabs your shoulders and turns you so you face him. 

You part your lips and look at him, and his eyes look at your lips. You get ready to kiss him, when one of his hands suddenly caresses your chin softly, before pushing you down on your stomach on his lap. You let out a yelp, and your hands try to cover your bare ass from Jake's sight. He slaps your hands away, and grabs your wrists so you are unable to push him away. His hand suddenly touches your ass rubbing it up and down. You begin to whine at his touch, he is such a tease. “Tsk, tsk, do you really think you deserve my help without getting some sort of punishment for your actions?”. He doesn’t let you answer, before his hand suddenly slaps your ass hard. You let out a gasb and your back arch, getting wetter by his harsh treatment. “Please-” He slaps you one more time, and then once more right after - harder this time, leaving a big red mark on your skin. You begin to cry again because of the pain, and how wet you are from it. “Shh, baby, you are doing so good for me, ok?” He says and massages the cheek he just slapped. He pushes you away from his lap, moving back so he appears behind you, you are still laying on your stomach on the bench. You look back at Jake, the look on your face is enough for him to know what you want. He leans down over your back, and his face is right by yours. “What do you want me to do baby, use your words” 

You can feel his soft breaths against your neck, and you begin to tremble. “I want you to take care of me Jake”. He leans back away from you, standing on his knees on the hard bench. “Do you want Jake to take care of you, to make the ache go away?” He says as his hands come in contact with inner thighs, pushing you up so your ass comes in contact with his lower stomach. He grabs the side of your panties, slowly dragging them down, making your juices slide down your inner thigh. He groans at the sight of your drenched pussy, lightly touching it with his fingers to feel you, making you let out a breathy moan.

“You are so wet already, was that from the slapping? You dirty slut, what would god say if he saw you?”. His finger slides through your folds, coating his finger with your juices. He puts his finger into his mouth, tasting you. “You want Jakey to touch you, baby?”. You look back at him and whine, not being able to speak. He chuckles at your expression and slides two fingers into you. You let out a loud moan at the unusual feeling. Automatically you start to grind down on his fingers, wanting to feel more of him. He slaps you making you yelp. “Eager now are we? You are so dirty.” The feeling of his fingers, combinated with his harsh words is making you feel more pleasure. 

While still pumping his fingers in and out of you he unbuttons his pants with his other hand and lets his hard cock out, slapping it on your ass. You gasp, and look back, seeing it for the second time. He was huge, definitely too huge for you to handle when it your first time taking cock. “Are you a virgin?” He says, and you nod your head, biting your lip. He pulls his fingers out of you, slaps your pussy, and brings his cock close to your hole. He teases your already sore pussy with his hard cock, before pushing it into you. Your moan could be heard throughout the whole church, making Jake grab your neck from behind, so your back leans on his chest. While he slowley begins to fuck into your tight hole, he takes over your mouth with his to muffle your loud moans. He kisses you softly, roaming your mouth with his tongue, while fucking you gently. He stops kissing you, and brings up his hand to your mouth demanding you to suck on it. You let his finger into your mouth, lubricating it with your saliva. He pulls his finger out of your mouth, and brings it up under your shirt to your nipple.

He plays with your hard nipple before pinching it harshly making you let out a scream. His hands leave your breast, and place it on your waist. His thrusts are still slow, and you want it faster, deeper, harder. “Please Jakey”. The hold on your neck gets tighter, making it harder for you to breathe. “What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want, like the good girl I know you are, or I won't give it to you.” You let out a shaky breath and look up at the church painting in front of you. The painting makes you cry, you can’t believe you would let someone like Jake Sim to take over your body in such a holy place like this. Your tears fall down your cheeks and make contact with Jake's hand. “I want you to fuck me harder Jake, to use me until there is no sin left for me to commit”. 

As Jake begins to fasten his pase, going in and out of your drenched core, you continue to cry. Getting close, Jake leans down into your neck to muffle his moans, and you feel the sweat from his forehead sliding down your chest making your stomach wet. The closer you get, the faster he fucks into you, the deeper he fucks is cock into you. It’s not long before he comes into you, making you come as well, filling you up completely. You can feel his cum leaking out of your pussy and it's warm and sticky. He slides his cock out of you and wraps his arms around your body, as he kisses your neck, being extra careful to not leave a bruise. His hand grabs your chin softly and makes you look up at him. Your mascara is on your cheek from all the crying, and he uses his thumb to make the black smudge go away. “You know what to do baby” He says and looks down on your hands before looking at the holy painting on the wall in front of you. 

You bring your hands in front of you and begin to pray, still looking at Jake. 

“Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your unfailing love according to Your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin. For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me.” 

But you know that is no use, and Jake knows this as well. He grabs one of your praying hands and brings it up to him mouth, kissing it. No matter how much you pray, you don't belong to Christ anymore.

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Finally wrote a Jake fic 🤞 Hope you liked it!

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Charmed Masterlist

This is not completely 100 percent accurate to the Harry Potter universe nor do I own any of the Harry Potter characters, I just took it and added my twist to it and here we are

In no way does this reflect on any of the Ateez members, my work is purely fiction

The mood boards and works of fiction were created by me so please do not repost my work

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All works are SFW, maybe suggestive but nothing crazy

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Synopsis: A Patronus charm can only be casted by picturing a vivid image of intense joy, so it’s no wonder that for wizarding folk it’s the key to finding your soulmate.

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Come Up Off Your Color Chart.

Synopsis: After getting caught breaking quite a few wizard laws and somehow avoided getting expelled, you save him from getting stampeded in Care of Magical Creatures class. How have you never noticed him before, but he’s everywhere you go now? And why does his hair keep changing color?

Pairing: Metamorphagus! Gryffindor! Hongjoong! x Care of Magical Creatures Apprentice (afab) Hufflepuff! Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Soulmate au, SLOWWWW BURN, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining (they’re both low key dumb sometimes, Hongjoong is especially), a lil Angst (but barely)

Release Date: TBA

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You Gotta be Cruel to be Kind.

Synopsis: Years of battling for the top of the class was starting to become exhausting. Everything lately has become exhausting, except for the recent late night excursions to restore a broken mirror that have been helping you escape. Or will Park Seonghwa somehow try to ruin that for you too?

Pairing: Headboy! Hufflepuff! Seonghwa! x Headgirl! (afab) Ravenclaw! Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Soulmate au, Enemies to Lovers au, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual fluff, Seonghwa is a jerk like 80 percent of the time, Slow Burn

Release Date: TBA

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Would You Catch Me if I Should Fall?

Synopsis: Juggling quidditch practice, coursework, and running an advice column for the school newspaper means any sort of love life is out of the question. Until recently when you’ve been getting love letters sent to your advice column, and you start seeing your best friend in a different light after he saved your life.

Pairing: Quidditch Captain! Hufflepuff! Yunho! x School Journalist! (afab) Hufflepuff! Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Soulmates au, Fluff, BF2L, Secret Admirer au, Love Triangle au (but not really), Reader is BLIND, Slow Burn, Yunho really is a Golden Retriever

Release Date: TBA

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They’ll Tear Us Apart if You Give Them the Chance.

Synopsis: You already knew he was way out of your league, seven years of him not noticing your existence could tell you that. Yet when you finally catch a break, you’re suddenly being blackmailed, and there is no amount of bubblegum or midnight rants to the ghost in the bathroom that can ease the hole in your heart.

Pairing: Blonde!! (Yes that’s important) Prefect! Ravenclaw! Yeosang! x Quidditch Captain! Gryffindor! (afab) Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Angst!!!, Fluff, Soulmate au, Bullying (not from any main characters), Insecurities, Yeosang is an angel, Hurt/Comfort SLOW BURN

Release Date: TBA

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Now I Hear a Symphony.

Synopsis: You were completely content coasting through your eighth year as a background voice in the choir. Having managed to make it this far completely out of the spotlight, you were surprised that your gentle tune suddenly caught the school prince’s ear. Suddenly a boisterous symphony doesn’t seem so intimidating anymore.

Pairing: Slytherin Prince! San! x Hufflepuff! Choir Student! (afab) Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Soulmates au, Opposites Attract au, Fluff, a lil Angst, Strangers to Lovers, Slow Burn, San is so stupid but he makes up for it

Release Date: TBA

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We’ll Never Be as Young as We Are Now.

Synopsis: You don’t know how you got there, but surprisingly you got roped into tutoring Song Mingi, one of the loudest and most rambunctious boys in your year. What’s even more surprising is how he convinces you, one of the most uptight prefects in Hogwarts’ history, to tag along in his shenanigans.

Pairing: Keeper! Gryffindor! Mingi! x Potions Tutor! Ravenclaw! (afab) Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Soulmate au, Slow Burn, Reader is awkward (but so is Mingi), Fluff, a lil Angst, Classmates to Friends to Lovers

Release Date: TBA

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Plant New Seeds in the Melody.

Synopsis: After detangling the loudmouth boy from the tentacula plant you’ve been tending to, ultimately sparing him from getting eaten, Professor Sprout forces him to help out in the greenhouse as punishment for ruining your end of year project. Unfortunately for the plants you tend to he has a black thumb, but luckily for you he has a heart of gold.

Pairing: Prankster! Slytherin! Wooyoung! x Herbology Prodigy! Hufflepuff! (afab) Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Soulmate au, FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF, Wooyoung is WHIPPED, Lowkey Enemies to Lovers (but not really), Lowkey Opposites Attract, Slowburn

Release Date: TBA

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You Can Coax the Cold Right Out of Me.

Synopsis: After waking up in the hospital wing because he knocked you out with a football to the head, he has been giving you flowers ever since. You don’t know why he keeps coming back even after you keep pushing him away, because there’s no way for someone that sweet to be able to withstand a personality as frigid as yours.

Pairing: Florist Assistant! Jongho! x Tsundere! Slytherin (afab) Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Angst/Fluff (Flangst), Soulmate au, Jongho is so sweet it hurts, Hurt/Comfort, One Sided Pining?, Flower Language, Slowburn (yeah I get it they’re all slowburn)

Release Date: Sunday April 2nd, 9 P.M. MST

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