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seokgyuu · 1 year

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A Boy Scout’s Secret (I)

→ genre: smut

→ pairing: Yohan x Fem!Reader

→ synopsis: being a girl scout unit’s leader you find yourself at a monthly meeting of all the scout’s in your area. of course the rivaling boy scouts of your unit can’t be missing from this event - and with that their arrogant vice leader kim yohan. how good that no one knows you are totally into him…. right?

→ warnings: softdom!yohan, dirty talk, degradation, praising, use of the word “noona”, fingering, handjobs, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mammary intercourse

→ word count: 3.8k

A/N: I am sorry, I promise Challenge Me is not dead, I just needed to get this out my system okay!!! Give it some love <3

“You know we are supposed to hate them, right?”

The voice of your best friend made you snap out of your stare, instead now looking over at her.

“What?” You blinked rapidly at her, your cheeks heating up already. Her eyebrows shot up as she chuckled, her head shaking from side to side.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You were staring at Yohan. Again.”

Yes. Yes, you were. And you knew you shouldn’t. Biting down on your lip, you tugged a strand of hair behind your ear. There was no way of denying it, she had caught you red handed and she had done so many times before. But what were you supposed to do? He was so freaking hot in the uniform his boy scout unit had chosen all those years ago and today, with his broad shoulders and the perfect body proportions he just looked even better in it. It didn’t matter that your unit and theirs were rivals and hated each other – you still had eyes and a stupid heart that had been betraying you for years now.

“Well, can you blame me?” You finally sighed, nodding your head slightly in Yohan’s direction, “He just looks so good, how can I not stare?”

Jean looked at you for a second, her eyes frozen in place, until she scoffed and shook her head again.

“You need to get a grip. You’re our unit leader, Y/N, you can’t have a crush on Kim Yohan of all people!”

She was right, of course she was. Yohan was the vice leader of his unit, only one above him being Daehyeon and while Dae was more or less fun to be around (he at least knew how to be civil) Yohan was an absolute pain in the ass. Even now he looked smug, knowing full well he had half the people in this room drool over him. A part of you really hated him for it but another… just really wanted to get him somewhere secluded and-

“Y/N!” Jean hissed now, snapping you out of it once again. Clearing your throat, you sat up straighter, fixing your little tie around your neck.

“Sorry. Sorry, I’m… I’m gonna get ahold of myself, alright? I only see him once every few months, I- I can get over this,” you spoke to her quietly, your eyes flying back to the boy’s table – only to be met by something you hadn’t quite expected.

Yohan was looking right at you, his perfectly styled hair falling into his forehead, his pretty eyes sparkling in the light of the room – shit. You quickly averted your gaze again, your heart beating at triple speed. Fuck, why had he been looking at you? He almost never looked this way, if not only to act like he was better than your unit. He was arrogant like that. Right then you knew you should look away. His gaze was mesmerizing, it lured you into wanting him even more and you knew you shouldn’t. Still, once your eyes had met there was no turning back. Not as long as he stayed like this, his pretty brown eyes sparkling so beautifully in the light of the room, focused on nothing but you. Your skin began to tingle, your mouth slightly dropping, not sure what to say, what to do. Somehow it felt like time had stopped, like nothing around you mattered anymore simply because this one man who was nothing but an arrogant asshole to you most of the time had decided to look your way. Maybe, you thought, all the tension you had thought you had imagined over the years wasn’t that much of a fantasy after all. Maybe, Kim Yohan actually felt the same way. It made you wonder, the way he looked at you right now, if he had laid in bed at night thinking about you. If he had moaned your name as he touched himself, if he had wondered what you taste like. All these things happened to you regularly. Mostly when the scouts of the era had a meeting every two to three months in one of the nicer hotels in Busan, did he not leave your mind for weeks after. It felt like a curse, the Kim Yohan curse that would haunt you whenever it felt like it.

“Y/N!” Jean hissed again and you turned your head to look at her, only realizing now hot your face was. She shook her head at you, her eyes judging, and you dropped your eyes to look at the table, not even sure what was going on at the event itself anymore. Some higher ups were holding speeches, one of them being the girl’s scout president of your area and when you dared to look up at the stage, you saw that she was shaking hands with the president of Yohan’s area. At least here they pretended to get along. You almost chuckled, leaning back in your chair and crossing your legs, trying to get rid of the thought of Yohan’s eyes on you.

What came after was a small banquet, just some food and drinks, followed by some dancing. It could have been fancy if only you weren’t all wearing your scouting uniforms. You ate your food while silently listening to your fellow girls talking about school or work, about their boyfriends, girlfriends and partners, all while being painfully aware of how single you were. Single and somehow desperately hung up on an arrogant man who, if anything, probably only wanted to screw you and then leave. And while some part of you wanted to make you believe that you would be okay with just that, you knew full well that that was a lie. You weren’t exactly the type of person to just fuck and chuck, you were more the feelings kind of girl and while you respected everyone’s choices… this just wasn’t for you. Or at least you thought so.

Because when, after dinner, you went and got up to go to the bathroom, you were approached by none other than Yohan himself, you kind of let that principle fly out the window. His long legs brought him over to you, standing in the entrance way of the hall, people scattered around, talking and laughing. But his eyes were only on you and yours only on him. His face was determined, and you swallowed down whatever had formed in your throat, feeling your stomach drop when he stopped in front of you. He didn’t touch you, nor did he say anything like a greeting.

“Have you got your own room?”

And when you nodded, never letting him out of your sight, you knew it was already over for you.

He had you pinned against the wall in no time. Your eyes were wide, your hands pressed against his shoulders.

“Here is the closer look you so desperately wanted, noona,” he whispered, and your heart made a strange leap. He had never used honorifics on you before. He was a brat, he wanted to show he was better than everyone – at least in the field of your hobby.

“Y-Yohan-ah, I-,” you began, but he shut you up by shaking his head. His eyes were glinting at you and still seemed darker than ever. The lump in your throat turned three sizes bigger.

“I saw you looking, Y/N noona. I saw the way your eyes took this uniform off. What did you want to do to me, hm? Or did you want me to do stuff to you more?” His lips were so close to yours, his body heat surrounding you and making you all weak in the knees. God, he smelled so good.

“I don’t- I don’t know what you mea- oh-,” You were once again interrupted by him, but this time he had his mouth hovering over your neck, his breath hitting your sensitive skin and you couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh, your eyes fluttering shut when his breath moved down, over your whole neck and up, finally hitting your cheek and lips.

“Do you want me, noona?” His voice was low and his face so close, if you only moved a little bit, you could kiss him. When your eyes opened again, he was still patiently looking down at you, his oh-so extremely attractive face so close to yours. If you wanted him? Hell, you had never wanted anyone as much as him.

“I do,” you heard yourself whisper then without even realizing it. A smirk appeared on his face as his hands wandered from next to you on the wall to your hips, gripping them harshly.

“Good girl, telling me what she wants,” he then said lowly, and your eyes widened, the words spreading straight to your core.

And then he kissed you. Finally, after all those years of pining, he finally kissed you. And, fuck, did it feel good. He was hot and passionate, his tongue finding yours soon and you knew right there that he had wanted this just as much as you had. He wasn’t going slow, he wasn’t going to make you wait any longer, instead he let his hands wander over your body, squeezing every bit of you, your hips and ass, your boobs and neck, your moans getting caught by his skillful mouth.

He began to undress you, loosening the tie around your neck, which you followed right away, loosening his as well, while you were still kissing. You found yourself starting to walk as you undressed each other, towards the bed. How happy you felt that you had decided to take a room alone after all and not share with Jean. Yohan unbuttoned your shirt, slipping it off your shoulders a moment later, lips and hands on your cleavage right then, sucking hard on your sensitive skin. You grabbed his hair, moaning when you felt his tongue press against your hard nipple, only the thin layer of lace between him and your bud, his left hand now moving back to open your bra. Once it landed on the floor, Yohan was all over you, hands massaging, squeezing, thumb pressing down on your nipple, your eyes closing as you moaned loudly, hands now in his hair, pressing him closer against your body.

“So fucking hot,” he breathed against you, before looking up – his eyes so dark, his plump lips wet and swollen, his cheeks red. He looked unreal.

Yohan moved up again, kissing you on the lips, your hands wandering down to get rid of his tie and shirt, parting from him only to let your eyes wander over his body, his broad shoulders and the muscular chest, the abs you knew he worked hard to keep. God, he was so attractive. So perfect. You bit your lip and looked up at him, almost rolling your eyes when you saw the smug smirk on his lips.

“Like what you see?” He asked, tilting his head and you scoffed, before pushing him down on the bed, catching him by surprise. His eyebrows rose as he watched you straddle him, your arms tangling around his neck, lips back to devouring his.

“So eager,” he chuckled against you, hands now on your back, the kiss soon back to passionate and desperate at the same time. You both were quick to move, his fingers opening your pants and yours doing the same – just that when he had succeeded, he was suddenly right there, two fingers sliding through your lips, making you gasp.

“Shit, baby, you’re so wet for me already. Tell me, have you been this wet ever since you saw me this morning?” Yohan grinned, fingers steadily wetting themselves in your juices before letting one slide into you, a gasp escaping you as you lifted your hips, head falling back.

“Sh-shut up,” you could just sight as you began to move your hips in the rhythm of his hand, your hands on his shoulders now. Instead of giving you a cheeky answer, he kissed your neck, sucking at the skin again sure to leave a mark. Right now, you didn’t care one bit. In fact, you would have loved to have marks of his all over your body. To remember that this had really happened.

When he added a second finger, you moaned once more, deeper this time and you quickly moved to open his pants fully too, hand slipping into them to stroke his already hard cock. You felt a wet spot at the front, your walls clenching around his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re tight, baby. Do you want my cock that bad, hm?”

Oh god, never in a million years would you have thought to like someone talking this dirty to you, but right now… you could only nod, kissing him as you began jerking him off, his breath hitching as he kissed you back, free hand in your hair, tugging on it slightly.

“Don’t think I can wait that much longer, noona,” he groaned, your thumb now pressing down on his tip, his head falling back as he let out the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.

“Fuck me then, Yohan-ah. Fuck me hard,” your eyes were determined, just as he had been earlier when he approached you, and Yohan twitched in your hand, your words obviously showing effect. He moved his head forward again, eyes narrow and full of lust – and then he turned you two around, you now on your back as he dragged down your pants and soaked panties, his own clothes following, leaving him naked in front of you. You had felt that he was big but seeing it in full bloom… you swallowed as you looked from his big cock to his face, his red, wild face that was still showing clear signs of arrogance.

“Like what you see?” He asked again and you rolled your eyes, spreading your legs wider for him.

“Less asking stupid questions, more fucking,” you said, and Yohan’s eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. But then, when suddenly his hands were on your thighs, pulling you closer to him harshly, you knew.

“I call the shots, noona. Got it?” Holy fuck. He caught you by surprise and yet you had never been hornier in your life than right there, when he finally sunk into you, his cock stretching you out perfectly – much better than any imagination. You arched your back as you let out a long deep moan, hands grabbing the sheets underneath you.

“Yeah, that’s right. Take it like the little slut you are,” he breathed as he began to move, his thrusts hard and quick from the get-go.

“F-fuck!” you exhaled as he pulled you even closer, your legs now held up by him, your eyes shut, mouth hanging wide open as your whole body shook. He made your world spin, he made your pussy scream, his cock so perfectly fitting into you, his moves somehow perfectly calculated, finding your sweet spot right away. Yohan stared down at you, admiring the way you looked, his eyes glued to your boobs at some point, licking his lips as he fucked harder into you.

“Could look at you forever, you’re so fucking sexy, noona”, he was trying to kill you, or at least that’s what it felt like. Especially when suddenly, you felt his thumb on your clit, felt the way he let a dollop of spit fall onto your pussy, his thumb gathering his spit to rub your sensitive bud.

“Y-Yohan-ah, ngh, don’t stop!” You could already feel it, feel the orgasm wanting to crash down on you harder than any orgasm had ever done before. Yohan smirked as he continued his spiel, still kneeling in front of you, cock buried so deep inside your pussy you were sure you could feel it if you pressed down on your stomach. He wasn’t going to stop. He was going to make you cum as much as he could, before finally pulling out and cumming all over your perfect tits.

“Are you gonna cum for me, noona?” His voice was so dark, and goosebumps erupted all over your body.

“Will you be a good noona and cum for me? Wanna see you cum on my cock, baby.”

And he really meant his words because right after he leaned forward, speeding up, thumb aligning with his movements, your pussy clenching over and over again – until finally you were pushed over the edge, your vision going dark completely as you shut your eyes again, waves of pleasure shooting through you.

“A-ah, Y-Yohan-ah! F-fuck, I’m- I’m cumming!” you basically screamed, your back arching off the bed, fingers cramping from how hard you were squeezing the bed sheets.

“Yes, baby, show me how good I fuck you, how good I make you cum. Fucking slut.”

You felt so dizzy. So, so dizzy when you felt the last hit, when you felt all the air leave your body, going numb the next second, stars dancing in front of your eyes.

“Shit,” Yohan moaned, feeling you pulsate around him, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, eyes back on your face and soon on your tits.

“N-nonna, gonna cum on your tits, okay?” You nodded, not able to form a single word, he had, so to speak, fucked that ability right out of you and the second you had given him the go, he groaned, pulling out and jerking off, a sight you would most definitely never forget, Kim Yohan all sweaty, glistening in the darkness, hair wet against his forehead as he shot his load all over your upper body while moaning your name over and over again.

“Y-yeah, f-fuck, cu-cumming so hard on your tits, shit, n-ngh, oh-,” his cum landed on you, and you watched him in awe, your heart speeding. How could someone be this fucking hot?

He fell onto the bed next to you, both of you out of breath, your heartbeat loud in your ears. Slowly, you looked over at him, saw the way he pushed his sweaty bangs out of his face, chest heaving.

“Shit,” he then cursed lowly, turning his head to look at you too. You felt your heart do one of it’s strange leaps again when your gazes met, when you saw his fucked out face and the infamous grin. He then did something you did not expect – he lifted his hand and placed in on your cheek, softly caressing it. Your eyes widened a bit, obvious surprise sprawled over your face and Yohan chuckled.

“What?” His eyes wandered down to your lips and back, making you swallow.

“I- I just-“, yeah, you just…what? Hadn’t expected him to be this soft after he had just fucked the life out of you? Probably. Instead of asking again, he leaned forward, pressing his lips onto yours again, no ulterior motive, just… a sweet kiss. You let your eyes fall shut and kissed him back, hesitantly letting your hand fall on top of his. He tasted so good, so sweet and somehow minty, he tasted like spring felt on its good days – warm and comfortable. It didn’t make much sense but at the same time it all fell into place.

“We should get you cleaned up,” he whispered against your lips after a moment and you nodded, letting your eyes flutter open to look into his. Your heart really did a number on you, beating even faster when you saw the way he looked at you. There was no sign of his usual arrogant self, no sign of his smug smirk. He seemed just… calm.

You cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, coming back into the room in the bathrobe hanging next to the shower – and suddenly feeling all of the things from before fading away. Yohan was halfway to being dressed, underwear and pants back on, shirt in his hands. He was about to leave. You knew it shouldn’t hurt as much as it did, but it wasn’t like you could help it. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.

“This was fun, noona. Felt good to finally get that out of our system, didn’t it?” He said, catching you by surprise. You raised your brows at him.

“What?”

“Well, you know. The massive sexual tension between us? Been going on for years now. But Daehyeon would have killed me if I touched you. Rivals and all that shit, you know how it goes. But today, damn, I don’t know if I was just extra horny, but I think it’s good we finally got to it.”

He finished buttoning up his shirt and turned around to look at you, grinning as if he had not just said the worst thing he possibly could. You watched as he grabbed his tie from the floor and moved to the mirror on the closet to tie it properly again.

“So… what does that mean?” Maybe it was naïve of you. To still wonder. Yohan stopped in his movement, head slowly turning back to you after a few seconds.

“This won’t happen again. Ever. This is a complete one-time thing, noona. Wasn’t that clear?” His face was stone and his voice completely unbothered. Again, you knew it shouldn’t hurt. And yet…

“Sure. Yeah, of course it was. I just- well, I guess I just wanted to make sure.” Oh, what a straight up lie. You felt yourself starting to get cold all over, felt your stupid self wanting to cry, tears already beginning to make their way into your eyes.

“Ah, noona, I know, I know. I get this a lot, but no matter how good I can fuck, I’m not doing anyone more than once. It’s just not my style, you know?” He finished tying his tie and looked over at you again. You, who was frozen in place, who felt like the biggest idiot on this earth. He walked over to the bed now, leaning forward, his hands on either side of your thighs. It caught you by surprise, but you were still glued to your spot, not able to move. He dampened his lips, before slowly moving to kiss you, his lips as soft as ever.

“Even though I must say…,” he began when he parted from you, eyelids fluttering open, “I am kind of sad we didn’t get you to suck me off, noona.”

That was it. You jumped up, making him almost fall to the floor.

“Get the fuck out!” You exhaled, pointing at the door.

“Wha-,”

“Get the fuck out, Kim Yohan, before I fucking text Daehyeon and tell him you just had sex with me, before I tell the whole fucking world you just fucked me, alright?!”

Yohan’s eyes were wide, scoffing as he mumbled something under his breath before finally walking to the door and leaving you alone.

When you had showered while crying and ordered a new set of sheets from the reception and even when you laid in the freshly made bed and tried to distract yourself from Kim Yohan’s scent still all around you, you couldn’t help but already think about the next meeting in two months and how much you would give for him to just never show up again.

#kim yohan #smut #wei smut #wei fanfiction #x1 #x1 smut #kim yohan smut #yohan smut #yohan x reader #kim yohan x reader #wei x reader #x1 x reader #fanfiction

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slytherinshua · 2 months

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　　　wei masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　daehyeon

nothing yet . . .

　　　　donghan

nothing yet . . .

　　　　yongha

velvet and silk

genre: assassin au. fluff. | wc: 1k.

　　　　yohan

nothing yet . . .

　　　　seokhwa

nothing yet . . .

　　　　junseo

nothing yet . . .

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seokhwaflwr · 2 years

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maybe in another life

— pairing : kim junseo x gn!reader x kang seokhwa

— genre : angst

— tw : cheating, slight hint of depression

— word count : 554

masterlist !

only a week has passed ever since you've found out that junseo, your boyfriend of three years, had been seeing someone else behind your back for two months. a deep exhale left your lips as your eyes stared blankly through the window. were you really that bad of a partner? did you not satisfy him enough that he had to look elsewhere? there had to be a reason on why the person you've sworn your life to, has ended up betraying you in the worst way ever.

"still thinking about that idiot?" the voice of your roommate rang through your ears, seemingly snapping you out of your thoughts for a split of a second. you turned around, your eyes meeting the figure of seokhwa, who had been standing by the doorframe and watching you. "he doesn't deserve your tears," the male hummed gently as he sat hinself besides you, his slender fingers reaching out to brush through your hair.

"but what if i did something wrong?" was the only thing you blurted in response as your head turned back to the window. junseo should've told you instead of sneaking behind your back, you thought. all that you were met with was seokhwa's sigh, as he settled himself down to sit besides you. "you did nothing wrong. you're incredible, honest and a fighter. i admire you a lot, you cannot give up that easily."

he remembered the eventful night you've found out, the way you came home soaking wet from the rain, a ruined bouquet of flowers in your hands and your beautiful eyes shining from the tears that had spilled out. he remembered dropping whatever he was doing and rushing to your side, his slender arms snaking their way around your figure. and then he remembered when you told him. it was your third year anniversary with junseo so you went to his home to surprise him, only to find him shamelessly on the couch with a stunning woman you've never seen before.

and junseo remembered it too. the week after the breakup was the toughest time he had ever went through, but he had no one to blame but himself. being stressed due to his job brought him to a state of what seemed like losing a touch with reality for a split moment, seeing as he ended up betraying you, the person whom he had loved the most. he had hated the woman for seducing him, he hated you for finding out — but he mostly hated himself for hurting and losing you. you deserved better, he knew it; and yet he refused to let go. what if he'd try to get a second chance? no, you'd probably think he is crazy and kick him out.

but he wanted you to hear him out, so now he stood outside of your apartment building, hopeful gaze in his eyes. but soon it has vanished once he looked up, seeing you and seokhwa sharing a tender kiss by the window. he knew seokhwa had feelings for you, you two were practically inseperable. but he never acted on his own feelings due to the fact that you were dating junseo. but now he guessed that the other had finally confessed, and that you slipped out of his life forever.

maybe in another life you'll be his.

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lychee-drinks · 2 years

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Hi! I'm a HUGE fan of your headcannons, and I was wondering if you could do one where Johan, Jake and Samuel reacting to finding out their s/o is pregnant

You can just ignore this if you find it annoying, but lots of love!(´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)

Jake and Johan reacting to you being pregnant

Warnings: Pregnancy, mention of abortion, angst

(A/N): Also I’m not gonna write for Samuel because I feel that his character would be too tricky for me and I’d write something more depressing.

His first reaction is definitely shock and nervousness. He’s young to be a father, he’s nervous about the baby having his hereditary eye condition and his current life style as a fighter who gets involved in gangs. So his first question is asking if you’re going to keep the kid.

Then, he finds out that you’re actually set on keeping the kid. And now he has to rethink everything.

He genuinely considers leaving you and your baby because he doesn’t think he’s fit for the job and he thinks he’s better being independent.

However, he changes his mind. What really pushes him to change his mind is definitely a lot of arguments with you, yelling from Zack and judgement from Eli.

His revenge on Gun is something that matters to him, but the kid you two have together is something he has left now. Something that he can live for and change for.

It’d be hard for him to leave the gang life though especially when it’s been his life for years, but having you and having a kid is something that became more of a priority.

Although it would probably take time, Johan will eventually leave the gang life.

Jake Kim

Jake’s first words to the news is “Holy Shit”.

He’s pretty excited and he hugs you, but then the reality kicks in. What about the gang, what if he ends up like Gapryoung, will you even be safe because of his influence as a gang leader, etc.

So there definitely will be a long talk about whether parenting is right for the two of you, but ultimately he’s fine with you having the kid and wants to be better than his father.

He’s much more protective and caring of you. He only told his most loyal Big Deal members about your pregnancy and has someone guarding you a lot of the time because of how busy he is with gangs.

Jake’s always making sure you’re eating well, he comes over from time to time to cook you some good pregnancy food. Or he has one of the Big Deal members come over and bring you good herbs to drink.

Jake has your pregnancy hidden. Being a gang member, it’s hard to have relationships in the first place so a lot of it is hidden very well. But now that pregnancy is involved, he has to actually be careful whenever he comes to visit you. But he has his ways into being able to see you very often.

It’s also pretty hard for him to leave the gang life, but because he cares, he’s willing to leave the gang life away and just live for the rest of his life with you.

The anxiety of ending up like his father is there. Which is why he decided to leave the gang life behind. He wants to be the family man he never had to you and your kid.

#tw: pregnancy #tw: abortion #i’m gonna definitely try some new layouts some time #now this is a very old request i probably got over a year ago #a lot of my requests are over a year old and i was thinking #it doesn’t hurt to do some of them #lookism #lookism x reader #johan seong x reader #jake kim x reader #kim gimyeong x reader #yohan seong #webtoon #lookism headcanons #headcanons #johan seong #jake kim

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restlessmaknae · 1 year

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of taekwondo & confessions [k.y.h]

Annoying or not, your mom asks you to take your little sister to her taekwondo classes, but you don't expect to see your once middle school crush being the practice teacher there.

➳ Characters: taekwondo practice teacher!Yohan x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: childhood sweethearts to lovers, fluff, comedy

➳ Words: 3.7k

➳ Warning: -

➳ WEi taglist: @dat-town, @effulgentfireflies, @hyu-won, @littlestartonightsposts, @ishuayou

It wasn't even a bad day. In fact, it was a pretty good day, your boss even praised you for your work that day, so you couldn't say that you had a strike of unlucky things happening to you. However, when you bumped into Kim Yohan out of all people at your little sister's taekwondo academy, you were definitely in for a surprise.

Not that his presence at a taekwondo academy should have surprised you. After all, his father was a taekwondo master and he had been doing taekwondo professionally when you had last seen him. It was the fact that he was the one teaching your little sister as a practice teacher under a senior instructor’s supervision that surprised you. Oh, and of course the fact that you never expected to see your middle school crush again after he had gone to a different school, and your silly little broken heart had convinced you that you would never find true love after the boy you had confessed to had not only said nothing in return, but he had also left your school altogether. Back then, you had no phone, no social media account, so he had gone without a trace.

There was no doubt that it was him though. He had the same boba eyes, the same bunny smile and the same pitch-black hair that you had always imagined ruffling like those main leads in your favourite young adult books that you had loved back then. You had imagined Yohan in the love interest's place so many times, and you remembered that aching feeling of wanting your love life to turn out like the ones in those books all too well.

Alas, you had been young and naive and foolish and...

"Hi!" Yohan greeted you with a wide albeit surprised smile. Well, at least he didn't expect to see you here either.

"Hi!" You responded slowly, still taking in the sight of the boy who had grown into such a handsome young man. Not that you hadn't considered him handsome back then because you had. It's just that his features were even more defined now, his shoulders even broader and he was even taller than he used to be. Though you had last seen him around a decade ago, it shouldn’t have been surprising.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

"Me neither," you reciprocated his semi-nervous laughter with a smile as you tried to keep it cool. After all, he must have forgotten all about your confession, right? It had been so many years ago, he must not have even taken you seriously if he hadn't replied back then (not that he had a chance because you had practically run away from him after your confession, too embarrassed to bear his gaze).

Just like that, silence enveloped you, and you knew that Yohan had never been good at awkward situations, so you tried to keep it casual.

"I came to pick up my little sister, Yeji. She attends a class here. Your class, it seems," you explained, referring to the fact that you had seen your sister come out of the exact same practice room he had come out of.

Yohan's mouth formed a surprised O in return, but then, he was back to his usual coy self as he mentioned:

"It's not my class as per se. I'm still just a practice teacher."

"Everyone has to start somewhere, right?" You joked, trying to ease the slight awkwardness in the air, but you weren't sure that you saying such a thing was helping at all. God, you two were full-grown adults now, him already practising to be a teacher and you doing an internship, you should have known how to communicate better. Maybe it was just that the surprise hadn't worn off. Yeah, that should be it.

"How about you? Are you at uni or already working?" Yohan inquired after clearing his throat, and it was such a Yohan thing to do. He had always cleared his throat like that before giving presentations or being asked to solve a task by the board. It was such a silly thing to suddenly remember, but what could you do? You had been once head over heels for this boy.

"Oh, I finished uni during spring. I'm now doing an internship. I'm a sales intern for a fashion company."

"Sounds exciting."

"Yeah, it is," you responded with a smile, then to fill the silence, you told him about what tasks you had and what products were sold at the company and how you were working part-time, so you could pick up your little sister from now on because your mother now had a schedule change due to a colleague going on maternity leave. Not that he asked about half of it, but you knew that your little sister needed an awful lot of time to get ready, so even though kids were leaving the changing rooms one by one, you weren't surprised that you didn't see your sister coming out anytime soon.

In return, you asked about Yohan, and how he had ended up here and how long he would stay here and such, and he responded casually. These weren't such difficult questions though, but you were glad that the initial awkwardness wasn't lingering anymore.

Finally, your little sister showed up, her face still quite red, but her smile was as wide as it could be. Especially when she saw that you were talking to her teacher.

"Did you ask him how I was doing?" Yeji chirped, reaching out to hold your hand - something she always did when you were around others. She was extra clingy around strangers.

"No. We were catching up."

"Catching up?" She looked at you with wide eyes, then at Yohan. To that, you explained that you had been middle school classmates, and since she went to the same middle school as you did, she found it extremely fascinating that her taekwondo teacher went to the same school as she did.

"Anyways, let's not keep up your teacher any longer," you announced firmly when silence settled over the three of you. As expected, Yeji complained a bit, but eventually, she let her teacher go his way and you two also went your way which meant home in your case.

It didn't take long for your little sister to gossip about the fascinating revelation that her new practice teacher was your middle school classmate. To make matters worse, your mother knew exactly who Kim Yohan was, and she couldn't keep it quiet either.

"Wasn't he the boy you liked so much back then?" She exclaimed beamingly as if she had received great news, and you felt like falling head first into your bowl of pasta.

"You liked my teacher?" Yeji immediately shrieked excitedly, and it took some serious minutes to explain to her that it was a long time ago, you didn't like him anymore, and that he wasn't her teacher back then, so it didn't sound that weird.

Ever since then, you tried your very best not to run into Yohan when you went to pick her up or when you did, Yeji couldn't be around or ask anything regarding your middle school crush. Miraculously, it worked for some time, but once you had an urgent matter at work, so you couldn't leave on time, and you were almost half an hour late than you usually arrived. You basically ran from the underground station to the academy because Yeji didn't have a phone, so you couldn't tell her that you were on your way, and you were afraid that she would be panicking when she didn't see you after coming out of the changing rooms.

The sight that welcomed you was totally different though. Yeji and Yohan were sitting on the chairs opposite the reception desk, and they were playing cham cham cham. You let out a long, relieved sigh upon hearing your little sister's laughter, and your heart did a silly little somersault when Yohan's bunny smile was on full display while playing with her.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry that I was late. Something came up at the company, and I had to stay a bit longer," you explained in one-go when you walked up to them, but instead of being angry, your little sister seemed more understanding.

"It's okay. Mom didn't always arrive on time either," she just shrugged, and god, you thanked the gods for having a sister like her in that moment. This gratefulness didn't stay with you for long though. "We were playing some games with your crush while waiting."

Oh. My. God. How did she... Why... How could... No. This wasn't happening. Nope.

"I've told you not to call him that," you muttered through gritted teeth, trying to act natural with a smile in Yohan's direction, but he definitely did hear you two talking, and if it was possible, he was even more flabbergasted than you were.

"Why not? You've said you told him-"

"Come on, that was a long time ago. Right, Yohan?" You glanced in the boy's direction quite frantically. You felt like it would have been better if the ground had opened up beneath you. You really just wanted to evaporate.

"Right, it was. You didn't even let me respond," he brought it up, almost sulkily, but you swore that you were on the verge of making an even bigger fool out of yourself and tell him that he was still handsome, and you found it cute that he was teaching kids, and he was seemingly good with your little sister too and that was adorable...

And so on and so forth, so you needed to leave.

"Anyways, we have to go now. I promised mom I would get groceries before going home, so we need to do that too," you clapped your hands to announce it and grabbed your sister's gym bag from the floor, throwing it over your shoulder.

Thankfully, your sister perked up at the mention of grocery shopping - which meant free food sometimes due to the promotional samples -, so she gave in easily. This way, you could bid your goodbye to Yohan as soon as possible, and you could leave before wanting to admit something that you just couldn't.

Yohan was kind enough not to bring up your awkward middle school confession, so your conversations could actually be about things that didn't cause awkwardness. He was still very much the introverted boy you had known him to be, but he could get really chatty when it was about a topic he was interested in or stories with his friends that he was trying to tell with big hand gestures and voice intonations. It didn't help your silly little heart though, in fact, you felt like you just fell deeper and deeper with no way out. Once your sister took an extra long time changing after practice, you could also see Yohan in a non-uniform outfit because he had already changed into his usual clothes before your sister came out, and oh boy, he did grow broader and stronger. He also knew how to dress himself, so the tight black jeans, simple white tee, leather jacket combo didn't help your heart at all.

Though you didn't meet outside of the taekwondo academy because why would you? You also had around 15-30 minutes twice a week to talk, so it's not like you talked a lot, though with him, you felt like you could listen to him all the time, so it wouldn't be enough anyway. He might have given you his number (in case you were late to pick up your sister, so at least he would know about it even if your sister didn't have a phone), but you didn't start messaging each other too intensively.

The first time you met each other outside of the taekwondo academy was at a taekwondo competition. It was your sister's first competition, so she was super nervous, but she got encouragement from both of her teachers and you as well. Her fellow taekwondo team members supported her as well, but she eventually lost before the semi-finals, and instead of staying out on the field, she didn't come up to you to the stand during break, so you got worried.

You walked down the corridors, and walked into the changing room where you had previously put down her stuff. However, she wasn't there. You were almost about to call Yohan, hoping that he looked at his phone during the breaks, when you caught sight of the said boy crouched down to be at eye-level with your sister and hugging her while she was crying.

"It's okay. I've lost in competitions too, it's inevitable. Next time you'll be even better. Almost making it into the semi-finals is already a great achievement," you heard Yohan say to her, patting her back reassuringly while Yeji was still constantly sobbing. Hearing her cry broke your heart a little, but the boy's reassurance warmed it a bit, too.

"Yohan is right," you said as you halted beside their duo, and gently patted your sister's shoulder to gain her attention. You reached a pack of tissues out to her, and she took it, immediately using up two to blow her nose and wipe away her tears. "It was your first competition. You did so well. Now you know what you can expect, and you'll smash it next time."

"And maybe even become a teacher like me one day," Yohan added with a light-hearted smile as he stood up straight.

"Really? Can I do that after losing here?" Yeji stopped crying to ask that question and blinked up at her giant of a teacher with bright, shining eyes. He nodded and told her just how many times he had lost in the past until she felt better and eventually went to the bathroom to wash her face.

"Thanks for being beside here. I thought she disappeared, but I'm glad that wasn't the case," you turned to Yohan after your sister got out of hearing range, and displayed a grateful smile.

"Don't mention it,” the boy shrugged casually, but you were truly grateful for his assistance, so you kept thanking him until he was called by the taekwondo master to get ready for the end of the break. He directed an apologetic smile at you, but you told him that he should go, you would fetch up your little sister afterwards.

Once Yeji was done in the bathroom and felt better, you two went back to the stand to watch the rest of the competition. Even though your little sister was a bit under the weather when her opponent made it to the final, she seemed supportive of her team members nevertheless, and she almost went back to her usual, bubbly self by the end of the event. You waited for her to change and get her stuff, and as usual, she was almost the last one to leave. That just meant that you managed to bump into Yohan on the way out.

You and Yeji were about to have some lunch, and your little sister was so pumped up about telling her teacher that she would have her favourite kimchi stew that she somehow ended up inviting Yohan as well. As expected, the boy tried to turn down the offer, but the grumbling of his stomach and Yeji’s puppy eyes convinced him to join you. Your sister couldn’t have been happier.

You couldn’t deny that you were happy as well. It was fun talking to the boy like this, and you had a fun time watching the boy’s facial expressions change when your little sister asked him very random questions such as his favourite childhood snacks, if he had ever seen Santa or if he had ever farted during a competition. That last one, though, was embarrassing even for you, so you tried to avert the topic to something more pleasant.

You three had different meals, and Yeji always tried others’ food if it didn’t involve something she absolutely despised, so she had some from your lunch and from Yohan’s lunch as well. Then, insisting that his meat was really good, Yohan even wrapped a piece of meat, rice and garlic in a perilla leaf and reached it out to you. You looked at him for a few seconds, confused, but ended up reaching for it while thanking him for the gesture. He gave you a gentle, almost proud smile in return, and there it was again: that warmth that ran through your body seeing his smile, feeling like you had just ran a marathon, but it wasn’t enough to tire you out, you were just so pumped up.

“Why didn’t you put it into her mouth? They always do that in dramas,” Yeji chirped in obliviously, and you almost choked imagining the scene of Yohan putting the perilla wrap into your mouth like couples would do. Yohan had the same reaction, but he tried to mask it with a few well-timed coughs.

“It’s because we are not a couple. It’s a thing that couples do, so it would be weird if we did so,” you explained to your little sister who seemed to be pondering for a few seconds before asking the very simple yet very complicated ‘why’. You blanched at the boldness of hers, your eyes growing twice their size, and your throat going dry. You reached for your glass of water and took a few sips of it, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn’t hurt Yohan's feelings either, but it wouldn’t give away your feelings either.

However, taking your silence as if you couldn’t understand her question, Yeji continued with her honest, child-like curiosity.

“Do you really not like each other anymore?”

“It’s not that. It’s compli-”

“Then, do you still like him, no?”

“I mean…” You protested fervently, your embarrassment growing by the second. Sure, kids were honest, and they didn’t hold themselves back, but they also didn’t know the complexity of human emotions and how people didn’t always like each other back. You were sure that the movies and dramas she watched weren’t about unrequited love either.

You were about to go into a long-ass monologue about how reality could be different from what she saw in the media, but Yohan spoke up after clearing his throat.

“I like her. I always did,” he admitted coolly, but the way he was picking on his food with his chopsticks without looking into your eyes gave away his nervousness.

You practically froze in place, unable to move or speak because you just couldn’t believe that he had confessed that he liked you, and he had always done so. It was what you had been imagining all those years ago while rolling on your bed and listening to heartwarming pop songs about first loves, it was what you had been imagining when you had picked up the courage to confess to him on the last day of grade 7, and it was what you had been imagining ever since, and now that it was out, you were unable to form coherent words.

“But… like… why didn’t you tell me before?” You mumbled, still puzzled, when you managed to pull yourself together enough to speak up. Yohan’s eyes darted between different parts of the restaurant before landing on yours, and his gaze made it impossible to look away. There was just so much in his eyes, a whole galaxy if you wanted to be corny, that you felt like you would never be able to have enough of looking into his orbs.

“It’s not like you let me tell you back then. You practically ran away!”

“Because you were frozen, and didn’t say a thing. So I figured you don’t like me and ran away to save both of us from further embarrassment.”

“I was frozen like you now. I couldn’t believe that someone like you would like me back,” Yohan insisted, and this almost sulky side of him was so adorable, so similar to his younger days that you almost felt like hugging him to your chest when he was already way taller than you. Gosh, you really did think that he said nothing because he didn’t like you whereas he was just surprised. You had to process that information and his pouty lips and his twinkling eyes and…

“Are you going to kiss now?” Yeji blurted out, too excited for her own good, but both you and Yohan answered with a vehement no before locking gazes again and bursting into laughter. You almost forgot about your little sister being there beside you because you were so into your own little world, but how could you forget about her presence and enthusiasm towards you and your crush on Yohan?

“We can try later though,” the boy mentioned with a teasing tone, and you held up your chopsticks warningly, but the boy’s giggles made you let go of any (theatrical) annoyance you held towards him.

Now that was out of the way, the rest of the lunch was fun and almost peaceful, but you would have never thought that his confession would happen at a restaurant on the way home from your sister’s first taekwondo competition, over perilla leaf wraps and bowls of steaming noodles. You wouldn’t have had it any other way though. It was so like you and Yohan, and it was just perfect.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading the story! It means a lot to me.❤️

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dainedelions · 11 months

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GF or Nah? Masterlist!

"I know she isn't the woman i fell in love with but why does my heart kept forcing it to be her?"

Synopsis : Kang Yeseo used her friend, Han Iseul (you) as a face claim in a twitter account to pull a prank but ended up meeting and falling in love with Nishimura Riki. Ni-ki, her online boyfriend, found out 2 years later and decided to forgive her. However, Iseul's image has already been imprinted to his mind as the woman he loves.

Pairing : non-idol! ni-ki x it girl! oc/reader

Genre : smau, fluff, slight angst, crack, strangers to lovers

Featuring : Actress Han So-hee (face claim), Kep1er Kang Yeseo, TXT Choi line, Enhypen members (mostly the maknae line), Itzy Shin Ryujin, WEi Kim Yohan, IVE Jang Wonyoung & Ahn Yujin, Mirae Son Dongpyo

Warning! strong languages, kys and other out of pocket jokes, dark humour, impersonation

Status : coming soon

Note : Any scenarios included in this AU is only made up and any similarities to any event that had happened in person will be considered as pure coincidence.

PROFILES wannabe celebs ━━ 😎yeseo & da boyz😎 ━━ extra

CHAPTERS 001. ㅤ Untitled 002. ㅤUntitled 003. ㅤUntitled

TAGLIST (open) : @phsmloves @iheartsoobinn @loviseamms @shinrjj Comment below or send an ask to be added.

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hanniiesuckle17 · 2 years

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Chapter 10: Playing Hooky

A/n: okay this gonna be a rough two weeks. lots of assignments. plus midterms next Sunday. day after that I'm fucking seeing WEi and probably meeting fuckin kim yohan cause i have hi touch and a group photo omfg. i might make a sign. anybody have any funny or sweet sign ideas? Tag List is Open <3

Tag List: @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @hanstagram @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @jeonqqin @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @yangs-jeongin @binniebutter @orangegyu @little-precious-baby @raethethey @sofie296 @love-letters-2-jisungie @bluejayboys

SMIY Tag List: @sanccharine @txt-yaomi @lyramundana @jaycheoluwu

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Genre: Series, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Idol au, Secret Relationship

WC: 2.4k

Updates: Saturday 9 AM CDT (Hopefully)

Warnings: Cursing, Privacy Invasion, Dieting, Overworking, 18+Themes (eventually)

Summary: Privacy. Normalcy. Love. Y/n was ready to give all of that up when she became an idol. She was more than happy with the absence of those qualities in her life until a certain six foot mountain of sunshine and chaos was cast opposite her in her first drama. Confronted with the fact that she no longer knows what she wants; Y/n must decide if he’s truly worth giving up the life she’s dreamed of…and how much damage she’ll let happen before she makes a decision.

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Third Pov

Though she had no idea where the destination was, Y/n felt at ease as Yunho drove smoothly through the quiet neighborhood streets. Soft music played through the speakers and she enjoyed the ambiance it created.

Yunho looked over at the girl staring out the window. The streetlamps cascaded over her face giving it a warm glow in the dark. By second nature he quietly sang the words of the familiar song under his breath. It was hard to focus on where he was driving the technically but not technically stolen van when Y/n was sitting so close to him. Just the two of them.

Despite being nervous, this was the most at peace and happy the idol had felt in a long time. Had he voiced it out loud Y/n would have wholeheartedly agreed. The length of their acquaintanceship was quite short but the two felt like comfortable friends already. One felt a little more than that and he was doing his best to control how happy being alone with her felt.

The car slowed to a stop and the tall boy unbuckled his seatbelt. The two exited the vehicle- cautiously looking around. "Not many people are ever here this late. So, we should be fine- but just in case!" Yunho produced face masks and hats with a wide grin.

They had parked in a darker corner of the lot leaving less of the streetlight's glow to reach them. Her fingers fumbled over his own as she reached for the mask.

Yunho's heart thumped rapidly in his chest. He tried to savor and remember what the fleeting moment of her touch felt like. With care, the handsome idol gently covered her head with a bucket hat that Hongjoong had most likely left in the backseat.

"Where are we?" The girl asked with a laugh. "Is this where you murder me, Yunho?"

He only laughed and put on his mask and hat. "Shhhh. Me telling you would ruin the surprise." The keys to the van were quickly shoved in his pocket after he locked the car. "Okay, I'm gonna close your eyes and you're gonna have to follow me!"

Y/n gave him a questioning look over the edge of her mask but allowed the man to place his hands over her eyes. "You know when the director had us go through trust exercises, I don't think this was one he had in mind." Yunho laughed as the two started walking.

They moved slowly, the boy careful not to let her bump into anything. Occasionally, the sightless girl would feel her back brush against the tall form of the man behind her. Her hands would instinctively come up and gently hold onto the man's long slender fingers covering her eyes.

"Are we there yet?"

"Almost."

"What about now?"

"Not yet."

"Are you sure?"

Yunho's bright laugh filled the air and made her chest feel warm. "Alright, now we are here. Open your eyes in three, two..." She felt the light weight of Yunho's hands leave her face and heard him shuffle around her. "One!"

Y/n's eyes opened and she took in her surroundings. "Oh my god," A slow smile spread across her face in disbelief.

"Ta Da!" Yunho spread his arms wide with a large grin on his face to match. Behind the boy was a completely empty but well-lit playground with lots of equipment to explore.

Yunho could not begin to describe how it felt to see Y/n's face. Her eyes lit up and she wasted no time in racing past him towards the park. For a moment he watched as she ran and climbed over every piece of the playground. Their laughs mingled as he saw her come down a slide that was meant for a person half her size and then run back up around to the top.

Not wanting to let her have all the fun, Yunho ran through the woodchips before scrambling up the slide. A joyous scream left her lips as he chased her all around the playground. The two idols spent the next hour and a half exploring every piece of playground equipment in the park.

The girl would not stop laughing as she watched her giant counterpart attempt to cross the monkey bars. Even with his feet tucked, only a few inches separated the ground and Yunho. Before he was at the end of the jungle gym Y/n was already hanging upside down from the bars and swinging side to side.

The two laughed as Yunho tried to catch her hat which, unlike its wearer, obeyed the laws of gravity. The girl's hair fell loose and hung in sheets around her face upside down. "Why does this look like your natural habitat?" He shook his head and crouched in front of her so they were face to face.

"I am a bat." She was not ashamed of the childish giggle that came out of her mouth. "When I was a trainee-" The girl pulled her mask down and let her arms hang above her head, fingertips brushing the ground. "I had a lot of trouble with my breath control and pushing out my high notes. After I got off the bus from leaving SM, there was a park on the way to my house. I would just kind of sit on the monkey bars and hang there."

Yunho stayed crouched in front of the upside-down girl and listened to her story intently, his eyes never leaving hers. "The day before one of my reviews I was really nervous. I had been doing really bad in practice. I was just hanging on the jungle gym and I started singing. And all of a sudden my voice was so bright and clear! It really helped!"

"No way?"

"Your duct tape is my jungle gym."

"I need no further convincing." Yunho dropped his hat and pulled down his mask. With a small grunt the large boy flipped himself upside down until the two were hanging side by side, shoulders brushing. "Oh fuck-this is not something for tall people-"

She laughed beside him but tapped his shoulder. "Try it!" Taking a breath the girl began to sing, "Blow my speakers, play it loud! The world's got nothing left to say that I can't say myself! So, blow your speakers up!" Her voice was clear and stable, even as she reached the high note at the end and added a riff that sounded as if she was singing in cursive.

Y/n turned to him with an expectant look. Yunho could feel his face turning red and thanked the lord for the body's reaction to being upside down. Taking a deep breath, Yunho began to sing and was surprised the sound. "It was you, my Shine Light, came like fate, true light. Looking at each other in the night sky starlight!"

"Wow! That was so good!"

"Okay, I admit that was cool- but I'm gonna pass out if I stay like this." He turned himself upright and shook out his hair with a smile. "You wanna go on the swings?"

"Hell yeah!" Yunho's hands gently grazed her sides as the girl flipped off the jungle gym, simply there to catch her if she fell. She had no need as the singer gracefully landed on her feet before sprinting to the swing set.

It gave the boy a heart attack to see the girl faithfully launch herself forward onto one of the swings. She used her running start to hop onto the seat, standing tall, holding onto the chains as she began to swing back and forth. "Are you trying to give me anxiety- oh my fucking god I thought you were gonna like break your neck in three pieces."

Y/n only looked over her shoulder at the boy and laughed. He sat down on the swing next to her and gently started to push himself since there was no way his feet would make it off the ground. "Yunho, this is so amazing! Thank you so much!"

"I figured both of us could use a fun serotonin recharge and a chance to actually get to know each other better."

A shocked look took over the girl's face and she crouched on the seat, the swing still moving back and forth. "That's right! We barely know anything about each other." He chuckled, turning his eyes towards his lap.

Yunho knew things about her. In their short time working together he had noticed many things. He knew she liked tea instead of coffee. Even when it was scalding hot outside she insisted on drinking warm beverages because the ice would dilute the flavor. He knew that she never double-knotted her shoes or completely finished a bottle of water before losing it. He knew that she often fell asleep in the makeup chair and that when she forgot a line she started singing made-up words.

"Tell me about yourself, Jeong Yunho."

"Well...what do you want to know?"

She thought for a moment. Her feet finally touched the ground as she sat fully on the swing. The two face opposite directions but had a clear view of each other. Yunho rested his forehead against the cool melted chain as he stared at the thinking girl with adoring eyes.

"Hmmmmm.....I don't know....tell me everything!"

He looked at her with a smile in his eyes. "Everything?" She nodded. "Well, then what about your night attendance?"

Y/n laughed out loud. "Oh, I'm already screwed at this point. Do you think demerit points exist in vain? They are there to receive them!" Yunho burst out laughing, his head falling back and clapping his hands. The sound made Y/n smile. It was the kind of laugh that immediately made anyone near feel a warmth in their chest. "But, seriously! Tell me everything, Yunho!"

"Well, uh...." the boy began to calm himself down to the ability to speak. "I am right-handed. I have a younger brother. I cry. Like a lot. Big cryer."

"No, you are not."

"Oh yeah! Sad movie. Tears. Nice birthday card. Tears. I once cried cause I found a coupon for 60% off sotteok."

It was Y/n's turn to throw her head back in laughter. "Well to be fair that's a great fucking deal. You just don't look like someone who cries a lot."

Yunho shrugged. "Well, I cry really easily. I also get jealous pretty easily as well. I really like Harry Potter. My MBTI is ENFJ. I like potato chips. I'm pretty sure I've got a really, really, big fucking crush on you. Oh- once I broke my nose getting off the subway. I don't really like reading. I'm from Gwanju. I can juggle- little known fact. Nothing serious though like chainsaws or anything."

"You like me?"

"Well...yeah."

"You like-like me?"

Yunho then processed everything he had just said. There was no taking it back now. Choosing not to regret it, Yunho nodded, rubbing his hands over his thighs. "I mean...well...no...yeah- yeah I do."

"I was kind of just expecting your favorite color." She let out a nervous laugh, looking around the empty playground.

"It's black. Or maybe silver."

"That's good to know."

A silence fell between them. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant....but the mood had definitely shifted from the comfortable banter that was had before. Before either could move to break the silence, Yunho's phone started ringing. He apologized before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the device.

Y/n watched as he answered the phone. She found her eyes following the lines of his profile. The gentle slope of his cheeks going down to his lips, then his jaw. She smiled, recounting everything that had happened tonight until just a few moments ago.

"That was Seonghwa-hyung. Apparently, everybody is looking for me."

"Oh! Okay! Let's head back then."

The two idols slipped back into their hats and masks and silently walked back to the car. Yunho's hands were shoved in his pockets. Y/n found herself looking toward them and remembering the feeling of her fingers brushing over his as they lay over her eyes only a short time before as they walked this path.

The car ride was also quiet save for the soft music coming from Yunho's playlist. Thousands of thoughts were running through both of their minds. Y/n was contemplating what this meant for their relationship and how this change would affect their work together.

Yunho on the other hand was simply relieved she had not run away screaming at his impromptu confession. It definitely had not gone as planned, but she seemed happy most of the night and that was most important to him.

The vehicle came to a stop in front of a tall building and Yunho shifted the van into park. He watched Y/n undo her seatbelt and tried to think of something to say that would make the situation better or at least...not worse?

"Thanks for playing hooky with me."

She smiled at him and stepped out of the van. The door shut and she began to walk away. Yunho dropped his head onto the steering wheel. He hoped thumping it against the wheel a few times would magically make him less of an idiot.

A gentle knock came from the driver's window next to him. Looking up he saw Y/n standing there. With confused eyes, he rolled down the glass and waited for her to speak. "I had fun. Nobody has ever done anything like that for me before."

Yunho was unsure if there was hidden meaning behind what she was saying so he just chose to smile and nod. "Any time,"

"Goodnight, Yunho,"

"Bye! Don't bite the bed bugs!" Y/n laughed as she started to walk into the building. "I mean-.... goodnight...."

"Goodnight, Yunho."

"Yep- I'm just gonna- I'm going to leave now." He rolled up his window and waited until he saw Y/n walk safely inside the dorm building. As soon as she was out of sight he let out a frustrated groan and slumped as far as he could down the seat without the seatbelt suffocating him. To be honest, that would not have been an unwelcomed outcome for the idol right now.

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killerandhealerqueen · 6 months

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20 questions writer meme

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

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2,692,775 and growing

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly I write for Killer and Healer but I've written for S.C.I., The Devil Judge, CSI: Miami, Chimera, History 3: Trapped, Master Wait a Moment, Psych-Hunter, The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty, Under the Skin, Criminologist Himura and Mystery Writer Arisugawa, Guardian, The Yin-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity, The Untamed and Beyond Evil

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Wait, We're Married?! (1,465)

Succulents and an Overprotective Kang Yohan (1,185)

Kang Yohan's Relaxing Day Off (806)

Protect You (791)

Kim Gaon Is Mine (726)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always. I always like to thank people for reading my fics and also discuss/answer their questions

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of my fics have angsty endings...even my angstiest one Soul Bound has a happy ending cuz fuck unhappy endings

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, not really. I've gotten a couple of rude comments before but I usually just delete those because I don't have time to deal with that kind of bullshit. If you didn't like the story, there's always the back button

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. It makes me uncomfortable so I don't

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do. I've done a really big one with History 3: Trapped, Guardian, and S.C.I. in like 2020 and some of the other crossovers I've done is S.C.I. x Under the Skin, S.C.I. x Killer and Healer, S.C.I. x Guardian, and S.C.I. x The Yin-Yang Master

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah, back when I was writing The Untamed Moments someone had taken it, posted it to Wattpad, and translated it to spanish. A reader told me about it and I got it taken down. No one steals a fic from me and gets away with it

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup! My fic So This Is What Love Feels Like was translated to Vietnamese by Shu_Miw over on ao3.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A long time ago but I don't really like co-writing fics. I'll brainstorm/bounce ideas off of other people, but I won't co-write with anyone

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Yuezhi. While I love all my ships, I can confidently say that these two own my fucking heart

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I'll finish it eventually but right now it feels like 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer just because of the amount of work I'm putting into it. I knew it was a daunting task when I started it and I don't regret it but still...I'm much further behind than I would like

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and describing crime scenes. Dialogue because I've been told that I can get into my character's heads and everything I write sounds like stuff they would say. As for crime scenes, my forensic science background really helps with that

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing fight scenes. Fuck me, writing fight scene fucking suck. I can see how the scene is suppose to go in my head but to translate it into words and put it on paper is a whole nother ball game

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I only use words in other sentences that I'm confident in using. Mainly curse words. I will maybe use a sentence or two here or there but I make sure they go through a proper translator first so that it makes sense

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Either Dragonball or Black Butler over on Deviantart. I think. It's been so long

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I love all my fics. But so far I'd have to say 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer just because of the amount of work I've put into it. It's probably going to be my greatest achievement as a writer once I'm finished with it

Tagging: @ahhhnorealnamesallowed @kpopfantasywriter @fourth-quartet @bunnyseahorse-blog @missjudge-me and anyone else who wants to play

#tag game #20 questions

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starry-seongmin · 3 years

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I really liked your friends w benefits scenario with donghan!! Can I request fwb + yohan if that's alright with you? Thank you in advance and have a great day/ night 💚

Thank you for requesting and I'm so happy to hear you liked the donghan fic. As you mentioned in your other ask, I have included some light hearted content and not made it suggestive. Hope you enjoy it - mia

"I will not hesitate to fight you"

"You are as threatening as a cauliflower"

"Wait till I throw a cauliflower to your head, then we'll see how threatening it can be"

"You do realize I did taekwondo for years..."

"Doesn't matter when I will have you crying when I chuck a cauliflower at you"

"Why are you so obsessed with cauliflowers?"

"I don't know, you brought the cauliflowers up first"

"WiLl yOu TwO sHuT uP aBoUt cAuLiFloWeRs!?"

Both Yohan and you jump at Donghan's loud voice, turning to see the latter glaring at the both of you, head peeking out of his bedroom door. "Either you two cut it out and let me sleep or resolve whatever tension you have", he growls before shutting his door with a bang only to swing it open. "If you're going with the second option, better keep it down" before shutting it for the second and last time that night.

After a few moments of silence, Yohan turned to you, ears pink and face getting warm. "Well that was one way to say we should hook up." You mindlessly nod, no sign of expression on your face. "Donghan, ever the epitome of subtle" you hummed to yourself. "Wonder when everyone will realize we've been hooking up all this time... I knew they're oblivious but this oblivious..."

Yohan snickered at your comment towards his members but didn't deny them nor defended the boys. He was just as amused and surprised that the both of you had managed to keep this affair a secret especially seeing that Yohan could be read like an open book.

"Pretty sure it'll be Junseo who figures it out first, he seems the smartest out of all of you", you pondered to yourself, ignoring the offended look that had graced Yohan's face. "I'll let you know I'm the smartest..and if there was anyone to figure out the thing we have going on it'll be Seokhwa." Yohan countered back.

"Am I sensing a bet?" You adjust yourself on the couch to properly face Yohan who seemed to think over the bet. He shrugged and reached out his hand. "Bet it is", he smiles. You immediately shake, accepting the bet.

"Winner gets to be in control next time"

#wei #yohan #kim yohan #x1 #yohan scenarios #kim yohan scenarios #yohan x reader #wei scenarios #x1 scenarios #wei imagines #kim yohan x reader #yohan imagines #x1 imagines #kim yohan imagines #wei x reader #x1 x reader #kpop #kpop scenarios #imagines

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thirsty-x1 · 4 years

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Come To Me | Lee Hangyul, Kim Yohan

Request:

hello 🥺 could i req a 99z scenario where hangyul is ur bf and he wants to have a threesome w yohan? and hangyul is more dominate towards u while yohan is more sub and wants to be praised by u and stuff if that makes sense jdjfjdjkj 😳🥺

Omg hi i’m the anon that was reading your kink post i was thinking about hangyul wanting to to anal w/ his s/o and her begging for it. Oof. Idk if anyone else requested something like that but if anyone did then theyre a genius. And if not it’s okay i’ll wait for the next time you open requests! I can be patient!!

↬ Pairing: Hangyul x fem!reader x Yohan

↬ Genre: Smut.

↬ Warnings: explicit language, rough!Hangyul, slight choking, degradation, dry humping, thigh riding, oral sex, fingering, double penetration, anal, unprotected/protected sex (?).

↬ Word Count: 3.8k

The sound of skin slapping filled the room, your face pressed against the mattress that swallowed all of your moans as Hangyul rammed into you intensely. Your grip on the bed sheets tightened at the same time that he yanked your hair, his other hand coming down harshly on your ass, adding to the already red marks that painted it and making you overly conscious of the butt plug inside of it before pulling you up, back pressed against his chest.

“Hangyul, please…” Your voice came out small and muffled between sobs, just the way he loved it.

“Hmmm, what is it baby? Is this not enough for you?” You shook your head but he ignored you anyway. “Are you afraid of someone walking in on use?” The way your breath hitched gave him the answer. “But wouldn’t you love that, whore? What if Yohan were to get in right now and found you like this?”

“F-fuck, stop, I can’t take it anymore…”

Nothing you said would make him stop now. “Bet you would love it if we both filled your holes up at the same time–” Your walls clenched at the thought, making him hiss and interrupt himself. “Aren’t you quite the slut? About to cum at the thought of Yohan’s cock?”

All the air in your lungs seemed to dissipate as he slid one of his hands up your chest, closing it around your throat and pressing slightly, enough to make you dizzy, grunting when he felt you cum on him and following you just a few thrusts after, spilling inside of you. His kisses seemed almost feather-like as he became sweeter, massaging your legs and caressing your sensitive skin before letting you go and finding some cloth to clean you up, cuddling next to you before whispering soft praises.

“You know… we could invite Yohan over.”

“What are you talking about?” Your slurred words made him smile, feeling proud of tiring you out so quickly.

“He once confessed to me that he would like to fuck you.” You turned around in a swift motion, eyes opening wide before he continued. “He was drunk and thought I was Wooseok.”

“What?!”

“I know, right? How could he confuse me with him, I’m taller and all–”

You shut him up. “Not by much.” Before he could complain, you went on. “Would you really be okay with that?”

Hangyul cocked an eyebrow. “So you really would like that, huh?” He pinned your arms down before you could smack him. “It would be a nice way to prove you that no one else can do it like me.”

And that was all it really took. Your boyfriend’s ego… it could be extremely sensitive, and the fact that he gave in to the experience despite his usual possessiveness was definitely something new. As the days passed, you started to think if it was the right choice, especially since Yohan wasn’t really answering to the request that Hangyul had made.

The screen playing the usual drama lighted up your face when you received a message ordering you to wear the new white lingerie set. It was usual for him to text you something like that, asking you to put on a specific outfit or wait for him in some kind of posture, most of the times it meant he had a rough day, but with that night’s promise in your mind you couldn’t help but to wish that the reason would be just a tiny bit different right now.

You changed into the clothes, your insides already buzzing with anticipation as you checked yourself out in the mirror. The sound of the keys on the door distracted you and you walked to the entrance, fixing the thigh highs before setting your hands behind your back, the heat spreading through your whole body as you saw the two males enter the apartment, a proud smirk plastered in one’s face while the other’s eyes were almost about to pop off.

“Welcome home, you worked hard.” It was the greeting you would always give to Hangyul, most of the times innocently, but for some reason it sounded incredibly lewd the moment you saw Yohan’s ears turn completely red.

“You complied so eagerly, not even replying to my text… guess you are happy that Yohan is here?” It was your turn to blush now while being exposed so blatantly by your boyfriend. “He is quite happy as well. Could you help him out?”

He was giving you the opportunity to give the final step and choose whether you were ready to do so or not, but there wasn’t a single stray of doubt in your body as you walked past him, holding Yohan’s hand softly and pulling him to the room, your heart beating faster as he followed without resistance. You signaled him to sit on the bed, your palms resting against his thighs as you leaned in to ask the definite outcome.

“Do you feel comfortable with this? You can say no, don’t worry.” His eyes went from you to Hangyul to the cleavage of your breasts hugged by the lacy fabric of your bra before nodding hurriedly. “I prefer you use your words.”

Yohan eyes went big and then closed for a second, trying to control the bulge between his legs at your tone. “Y-yes, I’m fine with all… this…” His words started to fall as you straddled him, Hangyul smirking at your boldness.

“You can do whatever you want as long as she gives you permission, don’t mind me.” His deep voice seemed to bring Yohan back to his senses, his head turning to him and nodding once more.

It was about time and getting familiar with the sensation, both for you and for him. There was something about being with another guy in front of your boyfriend that made you feel slightly uncomfortable whilst also incredibly turned on, wondering how would both of them react to each of your actions and whether there would be good or bad consequences afterwards.

All those thoughts seemed to drift off as you felt a strong pair of hands resting on your hips, Yohan gulping when you stared right into his eyes before getting closer and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was… different from what you were used to. With Hangyul, everything was passionate, needy and even aggressive, usually none of you holding back one bit and ending up in a messy state, even when it was something slight it would always end up with one of you biting the other’s bottom lip or licking it, but Yohan was nothing like that. Instead, he was shy, patient, his plump lips becoming a sinful tease as he went deliberately slow, as if he was afraid of committing a mistake, but the more you replied to his touch, the eager he became, sighing into the kiss when you ground down on him.

If Hangyul always felt like pure adrenaline, Yohan was the sweetest sensuality. You rolled your hips, swallowing his breathy voice each time you grazed his clothed erection, enjoying the blush on his cheeks that followed while he apologized. Everything was going well, but not for your boyfriend, the slow burn driving him crazy as he decided to take the matter into his own hands, pulling you off of his friend’s lap.

“Did I do something wrong?” The small voice made your heart clench a bit and you quickly shook your head.

“He can’t deal with something being slow.”

He huffed, unbuttoning the other’s jeans, the expression on Yohan’s face making it hard for you not to laugh as Hangyul took them off followed by his shirt. “It’s too slow. Now sit here, you always talk about how nice his thighs are so there, ride him.”

Again, he exposed you but Yohan was pleased with it, smiling a bit as he patted on the skin. It made you a little bit nervous, the whole showing yourself to an almost stranger, letting him know how you acted in these kind of situations… you hadn’t thought about it before, about how you were going to look at him the next time that all of the group got to meet up or when he would come over with Seungyoun and Wooseok to have a movie night.

“So you like my thighs?” Dirty talking wasn’t something you were going to expect coming from him, not considering how shy he would get at every single thing you did.

Your hips started moving on their own, your eyes closed as you focused on his voice whispering on your ear how much he liked to feel you like this. Your core got wetter and wetter, the friction between the material of your underwear and his skin being too much to resist, a moan leaving your mouth as he clenched his muscles, stimulating your clit and his hands pressing you down more on him.

“Your confidence shoot up quite fast.” You joked as your hand came up to his hair, yanking on it as he let out a small cry. “Such a good boy pleasing me.” His eyes showed all the emotions he was barely holding in, lips slightly parted as your palmed his cock. “It’s only fair I give you some reward.”

It took everything in you to gather up the strength to leave his leg and falling to your knees, your mouth watering as you freed his hard on from his briefs, springing out and standing proud against his stomach. Yohan hissed as you grabbed it, your tongue darting out to lick the precum on the tip before spitting on it, your hand quickly spreading it along his length and starting to jack him off. His tiny gasps whenever you would tease his tip were intoxicating, his flavor making you hum before you felt a hand forcing you down all of a sudden, gagging as his thickness throbbed in your throat.

“Don’t be so conceited, slut. Show him how good you can take cock.”

Hangyul kept you there, his eyes fixed on Yohan who had thrown his head back, his wet thighs shaking at the sensation before letting you go, petting your head as you coughed trying to catch your breath. He kneeled right beside you, fingers slipping past the band of your panties and raising an eyebrow as he felt how wet you were, your body flinching as he inserted two fingers inside in one go.

“Hangyul–”

“Keep sucking, next you will be taking me in that pretty mouth so better loosen up your jaw.”

You went back at your task not without noticing the slight furrowed brows in Yohan’s expression as if he was disapproving his friend and the way he treated you, so you gave his thigh a slight squeeze so that he would relax, smiling before you took his dick into your mouth again, your hands softly massaging his balls as you took him wholly. Hangyul kept fingering you, the wet noises tinting the other’s cheeks and as soon as he noticed, your boyfriend pulled them off of you and in front of Yohan’s mouth, your stomach turning as he obediently sucked on them.

“Fuck… let me taste you, please.”

Despite asking you for permission, he didn’t really wait for an answer as he pulled you up, getting up to change his position on the bed, laying on his back as he looked at you getting rid of your damped panties and straddling his face. Not even a second later he was devouring you, lapping at your juices as one of his hands kept you still and down while using the other to touch himself. His tongue was skillful, not letting one millimeter of your pussy without exploring, lips closing around your clit for a few seconds before going back to taste you completely.

The pleasure flooded you, your eyes shutting tightly as you focused on the feeling until Hangyul gripped your hair, his cock hard and slightly red waiting for your attention. He smeared his precum on your lips before burying himself in your mouth, grunting as he reached the back of your throat and starting to fuck your face roughly, your moans muffled against him while Yohan inserted his tongue in your hole, dick twitching as he felt you tightening up. You tapped twice on Hangyul’s thigh and he pulled away quickly, checking on you and cleaning the saliva that dripped down your lips.

“Are you going to cum, baby?” He laughed at the tears in your eyes. “Why don’t you work for it then?”

Yohan groaned as Hangyul took both of his hands and put them above his head, a silent warning for him to not do anything laid in the air as you let out a whimper, moving your hips to ride his face while holding his hair, your legs starting to shake, your moans getting higher as you felt the edge near… and right then was when your boyfriend pulled you away. You were about to complain when Yohan freed from Hangyul’s grip, turning you around quickly and eating you out wildly, fingers deep inside of you, smiling as he heard your gasps for air, cumming on his mouth.

When he noticed Hangyul’s look, Yohan simply replied with a: “You get to make her cum every day, I don’t.”

“You could…” You were on the bed, trying to recover from the intense orgasm. “Thank you, Yohan. That was… amazing.”

Up until now, he had been perfectly okay, but hearing you praise him with a thin voice made him feel shy all over again, his cock twitching as he replayed the way your body reacted to his touch before licking his fingers clean once more. Seeing the whole situation, Hangyul felt a little threatened, as if the power had slipped off his hands and somehow ended up with nothing instead.

“Use him.” Both of you turned to him, confused at his tone. “He wants to be used by you, so use him. Ride him.”

“But I just came–”

“Did I stutter?” You fell silent at his tone, eyeing Yohan and feeling slightly guilty when you realized just how hard he was. “Fix what you caused, y/n. Right now.”

Shivers ran up and down your spine at the mention of your name, letting you know he wasn’t happy and that he would most definitely let it out on you. Whether that would be now or later wasn’t clear, but all you could do was follow his orders, getting on top of Yohan and slowly letting you down on his members, holding back a moan when he filled you completely, the oversensitivity making you need to stop for a bit. Apparently, he felt the same, resting his forehead on your chest as he tried not to ram into you, leaving small hickeys on the valley of your breasts before getting rid of your bra and tossing it to Hangyul before his lips closed around one of your nipples, gently grazing them with his teeth before sucking in harshly.

While you tried to focus on controlling your sensitivity, another pair of lips were on your neck, a cold sensation on your other hole as Hangyul’s fingers spread the lube on it before sliding in and scissoring them, softly stretching you out while biting on your skin. Yohan’s breathing hitched up as he felt your walls suddenly clenching down on him, almost pushing him to his own orgasm.

“I d-don’t think I’ll last much…” His voice had become whiny, his eyes hazy as he bucked upwards.

“Just wait a bit more, baby boy, just a bit more and you can cum inside me.” Your words seemed to flick a switch on inside of him, greedily looking into your eyes, throwing his head back when Hangyul harshly spanked your ass causing you to tighten again.

“You decided that on your own?” Another spank landed on your butt cheek. “Greedy whore… then I guess I will be claiming this one then.”

A sudden rush of excitement filled your body. He had been preparing you for quite some time with different sized plugs and other toys, but to think that today was going to be the first time for him to finally fuck your asshole made you impossibly wetter. He grabbed a condom, taking care to spread the lube on his cock as well before pressing against your entrance, the pain being momentarily as he had already stretched you out enough. Right when it looked like he was about to enter you completely, he stopped and pulled out, his teasing being enough for you to catch the indirect.

“Please… please fuck my ass.” It wasn’t enough, apparently, since he slapped his member against your entrance a few more times. “F-fuck, Hangyul, just put it in–!”

In a second he was half way inside you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back before continuing, throwing his head back at the tightness, getting to feel barely how your other hole was completely full as well. You dug your nails on Yohan’s shoulder, opening your eyes only to find yourself with him covered in sweat and breathing heavily as now both of them were buried deep within you, also both completely still but for different reasons. As soon as you got used to the new feeling, you rocked your hips backwards, a choked out moan leaving all of you at the friction and you did it again, the pit of your stomach tightening at the feeling of fullness.

However, you didn’t have the control much longer: Hangyul gripped your hips and started slamming into you, the sound of skin slapping sounding much louder and lewd than usual whilst Yohan rammed your pussy, your juices adding to the symphony you were creating and making you feel so much shyer than before. It was impossible to hold back your moans, the new experience numbing out all of your senses while also taking them to an extreme all at the same time, having both of them hit new spots with each thrust.

“What a slut… loving to get both of your holes drilled by us at the same time…” Hangyul’s husky voice wasn’t helping you keep your composure at all. “Love to have us stretch you out, ruining you… let yourself go, baby, show Yohan how you really are.”

The boy underneath you seemed almost completely gone, but his stare was fixed on you, biting his lip unconsciously as he tried not to cum at the view of your breasts bouncing, your hair sticking to your neck, the slight coat of sweat making you shine under the dim lights of the bedroom, your swollen lips looking incredibly inviting as you started to let out tiny cries, trying to mumble something coherent.

“Y-Yohan… Yohan, please make me cum, please, please, I can’t take it anymore, please…” That might have just been the death of him. You were completely fucked out and begging for him, not anyone else, to make you cum.

He aimed at your clit, groaning as you flinched and clenched your walls around him, the sensitive nub sending a mix of pleasure and pain to your whole system as he rubbed it quickly applying a little bit of pressure. You felt a wave wash over you, your mind going blank as you felt your high hit you, leaving you with no strength before he stilled his hips and spilled inside of you, whispering an apology against your skin while fucking you through your orgasms.

“What a good girl, aren’t you? But now it’s my turn.” He held you up, having you in the same position as the day he talked to you into this whole fantasy. “Look how pretty he looks, completely wrecked thanks to your beautiful pussy.” He gave a quick slap to your core, humming when you tightened. “Such a good fuck toy.”

“Hangyul… Hangyul, it’s too much, I don’t think I can–” His hand closed around your throat loosely, shutting you up.

“You will take whatever I give you, and give me whatever I want to take from you.” Each of his words were emphasized by his thrusts, two of his fingers getting inside of you along Yohan’s softening cock, the stretching making both of you react to it. “And what I want right now is for you to squirt all over him. C’mon baby, come to me.”

His words added to the experienced touch had you crumbling instantly, Yohan pulling out of you right on time as your juices gushed out, wetting the bed and him, a whimper leaving his lips at the feeling as he jerked off his cock once more, flinching at the contact but it was just too good of a scene to not do it. Hangyul was pleased, a small praise leaving his lips before turning into a groan, filling the condom with his seed and placing kisses on your shoulder as he pulled out carefully, tying a knot on the preservative and throwing it to the bin.

The three of you were laying down, not really caring about your bodies covered in sweat, juices and cum anymore, staring into the ceiling while trying to process everything that had just happened. Your whole body was starting to ache, both of your holes being sore, but somehow it was the first time that you had felt this fulfilled and satisfied, although you would never admit it to your boyfriend.

After a few hours and a shower later, the three of you were about to eat, Hangyul going out to grab some food at your favorite place, leaving you and Yohan alone. Like you had expected, there was a tiny bit of awkwardness, although you two had been extremely open not too long ago. Maybe it was the excessive exposure what made you feel so shy now, but it was hard to make eye contact with him.

“I- uh, I wanted to say that… it was r-really good.” The way he stuttered made him look even cuter and there was no one on this universe that could resist to his silly nervous laugh.

“I enjoyed it a lot too. You were really good…” Just thinking about the way he ate you out was enough to have your cheeks blushing, eyes dropping to his lips. “Thank you.”

It wasn’t a big deal, but he took it as a compliment, and that boosted his ego, getting closer to you while barely whispering against your mouth. “Will you come to me, then?”

You couldn’t answer to his question, the sound of the door opening making you both pull away quickly and he went to help Hangyul out. Your heart raced, mind running wild with thoughts about what he could have meant with that. Was there more behind it than just pure lust? Or was it some kind of invitation to have another round? It wasn’t good to give it that much attention, but sitting on the table and face both guys made you feel nervous.

Why not come to both of you?

this is a sinful pair and it’s not safe for my heart thanks

~Nani

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vvoozi · 5 years

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Where Is The Juice Aisle?

pairing: kim yohan x reader (female)

genre: fluff

warnings: not proofread. that’s all i think

word count: 1k

prompt: this post

a/n: my dear friend @cixclub wanted me to write this so i did. i hope you like it uwu. like i said it wasn’t proofread so uhhhh if it sucks or doesn’t make sense, i’m sorry lol

summary: You come into the store with your 2-year-old daughter, Minju, every Thursday like clock work. Yohan always offers to help you, and you always let him. Yohan’s coworker, Hangyul, knows all about Yohan’s crush. He makes it a point to tell Yohan that you obviously like him back because “who the fuck needs help finding the juice section every single week, despite the fact that they’ve been coming here for over a year now.”

Yohan walks into work at 1 like he always does on Thursdays. Walking into the break room, he sees Hangyul eating lunch and sits with him. Hangyul looks like he has something to say but his mouth is still stuffed. “Swallow first, then talk.” Minhee says.

Yohan looks confused at Minhee’s presence. “Aren’t you supposed to be at school?”

“...It’s vacation, dude.” Minhee deadpans.

Yohan nervously chuckles, “Right, that’s a thing, oops.”

Minhee snorts, “Didn’t you only graduate like 2 years ago?“

Yohan doesn’t get to answer because Hangyul’s finally finished chewing and swallowing his food. “Your crush is in the juice aisle right now.” He says with a smirk before stuffing his mouth full again.

Yohan’s eyes widen as he starts sputtering. “What is she doing here already?! She’s not supposed to come in for another 3 hours!”

Hangyul smiles victoriously at Yohan’s slip up. Usually Yohan is very quick to correct Hangyul whenever he calls you his crush, but Yohan is much more concerned about the fact that you were here so early.

Seungyoun rounds the corner into the break room. “Yohan, the girl you’re crushing on is in the juice aisle and her kid is crying, please get out there before other customers start complaining about the ruckus.” He says as he pulls a random box of orange juice from the fridge. “Oh, and ask her out already, we’re all tired of you moping around all week except on Thursdays.”

Yohan turns to his the older man to protest, but his words are caught in his throat. “WAIT NO DON’T OPEN THAT!” Yohan immediately shoots up and grabs the carton before he can open it.

Seungyoun doesn’t know whether to be offended that Yohan ripped the orange juice out of his hands like that, or laugh at how he’s cradling the carton to his chest like a baby. He opts for simply shaking his head. “Just get out there, will you?”

Yohan curtly nods. He spins on his heels and makes a beeline for the juice aisle.

Finally on the floor, Yohan’s no longer sure of his actions. He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. There’s no way back now, and his coworkers are probably all watching him on the CCTV right now.

Yohan rounds the corner into the juice aisle to find you bouncing your daughter in your arms, trying to calm her down.

“How about his one? No? This one then? Also not?” You point at a bunch of random boxes of orange juice, in hopes of making your 2-year-old stop crying.

But your little girl wasn’t having it, now full on sobbing. This catches the eye of the 2 other customers in the juice aisle. Yohan can practically hear Seungyoun telling him to hurry it up from the break room. Taking one more deep breath, he finally steps forward.

“Uh, excuse me, Y/N? Hi,” he starts, “We were going to run out and I’ve noticed you two come in every Thursday for it…so I put a carton in the back cooler for you. Here.” He holds the carton out for you to grab.

Your eyes widen. “Oh! Oh my god, thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver! She’s been super fussy all day because we ran out sooner than expected.”

Yohan smiles kindly in response. “It’s no problem at all!” He holds up the carton so your daughter can see it. “Hi Minju, look what I have here!”

Minju’s eyes fall on the carton and she immediately stops crying. You and Yohan both laugh as you watch her make grabby hands at the big carton. Yohan hands it to you, so it doesn’t fall and explode all over the floor.

“Wow, you must be a miracle worker.” You giggle.

“She must just really love her OJ.” Yohan’s cheeks heat up and he prays you can’t tell.

You can. And Seungyoun, Hangyul and Minhee can probably, too.

“So... You’ve noticed us coming in every Thursday, hm?” You tease.

“Okay, that might’ve been an understatement.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“I sure hope so. Your coworkers probably think I’m an idiot for constantly needing to be shown where the juice aisle is.” You chuckle

He nervously laughs, “Hah, whaaat, of course they don’t.”

You just playfully roll your eyes, thinking back to a random Tuesday not too long ago.

You’d bumped into Hangyul and he’d smugly asked you if you needed help finding the juice aisle. You’d just given him a confused look in return, to which Hangyul simply said ‘Yohan’. Your face had morphed into a look of surprise, realization and embarrassment. Hangyul quickly told you Yohan liked you back. To which his eyes widened and he basically begged you not to tell Yohan he told you that.

Snapping back to reality, you finally decided you’d waited long enough, “I was thinking, maybe you’d like to come over for dinner sometime?” You carefully ask.

Yohan’s cheeks got even redder than they already were. “Like, as a date..?”

You nod. “And I’m sure Minju would like it if you came, too.” You softly add.

“Yes!” He says rather excited, “I-I mean, I’d like that.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you break out into a smile. “Great! And I guess this is the part where I ask for your number?” You trail off.

“Y-yeah,” he takes you phone to enter his number, “Text me whenever.”

“Alright! Thank you again for this,” you say gesturing towards the orange juice, “I’ll see you around Yohan.”

“Yeah, see you around.” Yohan says back almost dreamily. “Oh, bye Minju!” He waves at you both as he walks backwards the same way he came. You and Minju both giggle as you watch him apologize profusely to a customer for bumping into their cart.

Bonus:

“HA! I told you she’d ask him out first,” Hangyul laughs, “Pay up boss!”

Seungyoun begrudgingly slaps a 10,000 won bill in Hangyul’s hand.

“You bet on us?!”

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