#T.O.P x reader

[wcnderlnds]

bed chem ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: having an intimate dream about your best friend wasn't on your bingo card and neither was his offer to make it come true ・❥・word count: 2.3k ・❥・warnings: 18+ mdni. unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), choking, swearing ・❥・ authors note: this could be bad idk but its been stuck in my head for like a week and i wanted to get it out.

It wasn’t often that Seunghyun woke up during the middle of the night – he was a heavy sleeper, usually sleeping through anything but tonight he couldn’t stop tossing and turning. So, he decided to get up and out of bed and get himself a glass of water. Maybe it would help. Opening the fridge, he pulled out a bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig as he leant against the counter. Glasses adorned his face, his usual spotted pyjamas covering his body. He took a few minutes, soaking in the quiet and the refreshing drink before he padded his way back to his room.

“Oh, Seunghyun.”

His ears perked up when he heard his name coming from the room you were staying in. It wasn’t even you saying his name either. A moan. It was a moan. He felt his lips quirk up into a smirk knowing exactly what was happening and he couldn’t wait until the morning to tease you endlessly. He chuckled to himself, making his way back to his room with a spring in his step. He was definitely going to sleep well now.

You woke up that morning sweating, sitting up in bed with a pounding heart and a confused head. There was no way you’d had a dream like that about Seunghyun. There couldn’t be. Maybe you had thought about how handsome he was a couple of times but never to the extent of having intimate dreams about him. Did it have some deeper meaning? Was your head telling you something you didn’t even really want to admit yet? No, it was just a dream. Nothing more. No deeper meaning.

It was a shower later before you headed out towards the living room where Seunghyun was already sat, scrolling through Instagram on his phone. You sat down beside him, tucking your legs under yourself. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, indeed,” he said with a grin, looking up from his phone. There was a glint in his eye that didn’t go amiss. “Did you have a good night’s sleep?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “It was good.”

“Oh, I bet it was.” He wiggled a brow at you which caused you to narrow your eyes at him. What was he playing at?

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just certain you had a… moaningful night's sleep.”

The play on words didn’t register with you at first but when it did, your cheeks flushed instantly. There was no way he could know, right? He was just being Seunghyun, making corny jokes that only he thought were hilarious. You’d had to put up with them for the last seven years that you’d known him so you were used to them. His sense of humour was strange, a little dry sometimes but you’d always thought he was one of the funniest people you’d ever met… when you understood what the heck he was joking about.

“You’re weird,” you scoffed, leaning over to the coffee table to grab the TV remote. The silence lingered between you both, the sound from the TV the only noise throughout the room. That was until Seunghyun went and opened his mouth again.

“As weird as having a sex dream about your best friend?” He snickered.

You choked on air, your cheeks heating up once again. “What?!”

“Oh, Seunghyun!” He mimicked the moan he’d heard coming from your room last night. The glee on his face annoyed you to no end but the embarrassment was stronger.

“Oh my God,” you groaned, your hands moving to cover your face in sheer humiliation. “I didn’t.”

“Oh, you did,” he grinned. “Sounded like you were having one hell of a time. Care to share with the class.”

“Nope,” you immediately got to your feet, heading out towards the kitchen area instead. Seunghyun was quick, jumping up to follow you. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you towards him.

“Nuh-uh. You don’t get away with it that easily.”

“I’m not telling you shit.”

“Why not? Scared that I’ll be able to make it come true?”

His gaze was intense, his deep brown eyes meeting yours. You had seen many sides of Seunghyun through the years but this was new. He was looking at you like you were this completely new entity, like you were more than just his friend. It wasn’t like you hadn’t flirted before — you had many times but this felt more charged. It felt real like one right word and he would eat you right up. Was the risk worth it, though? Could you really cross that line then be okay afterwards? Flashes of the dream appeared in your head. The way he had made you feel, the way he had touched you — it was enough to see how accurate it would be in real life.

“You’re joking,” you let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d be holding.

“Nope. Tell me what happened in the dream. Please. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way you moaned my name,” his voice was a low rasp. His eyes never left yours, the desire swirling in them.

The pros and cons were weighing on your mind but the desperate look on his face made you crumble. Whatever he had heard last night had really affected him to the point he was here ready to throw a whole friendship away. It was with a quiet, embarrassed whisper you spoke. “Uh… you fucked me against the windows and you were choking me and being really commanding. It was really hot.”

“Yeah?” He rasped, his hands now sliding down your sides to grab at your hips. “Did you wake up wet? Did you wake up wishing it was real? That I really had fucked you all night right up against those windows?”

“Yes.”

Seunghyun wasted no time in crashing his lips against yours, both his hands holding your face as he tilted your head. It took you by surprise, your eyes widening for a moment but the press of his soft lips against yours, the way his tongue traced along the seam of your lips, it felt too good. You melted against him, your eyes fluttering shut. When you started kissing him back, he took that as his sign to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue inside your mouth to tangle with yours. The way he kissed you knocked the air out of your lungs. It was so sensual, so deep like he was trying to devour you. It made you dizzy in the best way possible. Nobody had ever kissed you like this before.

Seunghyun’s hand’s moved down your arms and up under your shirt, lifting it up as he went. Momentarily, he tore himself from your lips, his breath heavy. You lifted your arms in the air so he could pull your shirt off. The second he did, he tossed it to the ground and his lips were back on yours. Maybe you were too lost in the moment to realise he had started to back you up towards the floor to ceiling glass windows that overlooked the Seoul skyline and river. It was only when your back hit the cool glass did you realise.

Your fingers deftly unbuttoned his pyjama top, sliding it off his shoulders. It wasn’t often anyone saw Seunghyun shirtless so you couldn’t help but rake your eyes over his toned chest. He had always been insecure, never wanting to show skin but looking at him now, you thought he was the most attractive man you’d ever seen. You slid your hands up his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. When your arms found their place around his neck, Seunghyun leaned forward, pressing kisses along your collarbone and up your neck. He focused on your pulse point, nipping at the skin causing you to let out a whimper. The sound shot straight to his groin, his cock already half hard just from kissing you and the noises you were making. It had been so long since he’d been intimate with anyone like this.

You slid your hand into the waistband of his pants, palming him through his boxers. Seunghyun hissed, bucking his hips into you. One of his hands slid up to your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple. The pleasure that shot through you caused you to gasp. He really knew what he was doing. He ducked his head down, taking your other nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the hardening bud, suckling down and pulling off it with a pop. With hooded eyes, he looked up at you. “What else? What else happened in the dream?”

It was hard to focus with the way his hands were roaming your body, the way his cock throbbed in your hand through the fabric of his boxers. The anticipation was killing you, it was tortuous. You needed to feel him. Properly. So, you slipped your hands into his boxers, wrapping your fingers around his thick length. “I touched you just like this. Then, I dropped to my knees…”

Seunghyun groaned, tangling his hands into your hair and pushed your head down towards his crotch. “What are you waiting for then? Get on your knees and suck my dick like you mean it.”

You sank down to your knees with the help of Seunghyun pushing you down. Once settled, you tugged his pants and boxers off in one fell swoop, his cock springing free, hard and leaking pre-cum. Once again, you wrapped your hands around him, stroking him from tip to base. His eyes glazed over, watching you as your tongue darted out to swirl around the tip of his cock. It took all of his power to not thrust himself into your mouth right then and there. As your mouth enveloped his cock, your tongue flattening out on the underside of him, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His hands fisted in your hair, holding you in place as he thrust his hips into your mouth. He hit the back of your throat with every thrust, drawing his hips back out then slamming back in.

“That’s it, baby. Take it like the dirty girl you are. You love this, don’t you? Love having me in your mouth, fucking your face,” he grunted, his voice a deep, filthy rasp.

Your hands flew up to grip his legs, having something to hold onto as he took his own pleasure from you. Your eyes watered, drool dropping from the corners of your mouth. You were almost certain he was about to come when he abruptly pulled back, hoisting you to your feet. He wasted no time at all in ridding you of your remaining clothes. His fingers dipped between your thighs, sliding through your folds. “You’re so wet, so ready for me.”

“Please, Seunghyun. I need you,” you panted.

He hoisted your leg up, wrapping it around his waist. The broad head of his cock nudged against your entrance and, with one hard thrust, he pushed into you. Both of you moaned at the feeling of finally being joined. Seunghyun didn’t waste time, pulling his hips back and thrusting back into you hard and fast. Your back pressed against the glass, hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders. It felt so damn good, so much better than the dream. His lips crashed into yours in a rushed kiss, swallowing your cries.

“You’re so tight, so fucking good,” Seunghyun said against your lips. His hands dug into the flesh of your ass, pulling you into him with each thrust. “This is what you’ve been craving, isn’t it? Someone to fuck you hard and fast, someone to completely ruin you.”

As he spoke, one of his hands moved to wrap around your throat, squeezing lightly. The sensation of his cock driving into you with reckless abandon and his hand wrapped around your throat was overwhelming in the best way possible. This was, without a doubt, the best sex you’d ever had in your life.

“Oh my God, Seunghyun. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“I love it when you moan my name. Say it again.”

He angled his hips, hitting that spot deep within you that made you see stars. A loud, high pitched moan spilled from your lips. “Seunghyun!”

Your fingernails dug into his shoulders, your hips meeting his thrust for thurst, your release was right there. You were on the edge, ready to fall over any second now. Seunghyun could sense it, he could feel the way your walls were tightening around him. “Let go. Come for me. Give it to me. Now.”

The grip on your throat tightened just a little – not enough to hurt you, only to add to the intense pleasure he was giving you. You couldn’t take it anymore. Finally, your orgasm washed over you, your body shaking as he continued to pound into you. The way you screamed his name was too much for him and with one more hard thrust, he stilled inside you, spilling himself into you with a moan of his own. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, his breath coming out in short, sharp pants. The silence lingered, the only sounds were your laboured breaths as you both came down from your highs.

Finally, he pulled his head back to look at you. “Live up to the dream?”

“Even better,” you laughed in disbelief. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as you looked at him – a smug grin plastered on his face.

“Good… because now it’s time we act out one of my dreams.” He pulled your other leg up to wrap around him, grabbing the back of your thighs so he could carry you. With a fierce determination, he started to make his way towards his bedroom.

“You’ve had dreams?”

“Don’t even start,” he playfully rolled his eyes, silencing you with a kiss. You knew there’d have to be a conversation, that the friendship would be forever changed now but that could wait until after round two.

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[littlescorp1o]

y’all dw namgyu will survive, the voices in my head told me

[toothfa-1-ry]

YOU STILL LIKE IT THOUGH

GENRE: Fluff, crack fic ish?

PAIRING: Choi su-bong/thanos x preg!fem!reader

FEAT: Nam gyu as the supportive bestie (that he never rlly was)

A/N: this fic i based of a request from anon !! Tbh i changed ALOT of the request (haha- sorry 😞) because I felt like it was a little repetitive and idk i just can't write rlly emotional scenes with Thanos for some reason (??) ALSO I feel like there are parts where Thanos seems ooc? Idk.. i wrote this instead of studying in the span of 30 mins

"Whoo!" You hear Thanos shout on the top of his voice while he high fives nam gyu as they both jump up and down as if they were children in elementary school after winning a play ground game

You manage your groan, suppressing it while you stare at them from afar, of course that crazy fucker managed to pass through the first game.

You hated to admit it, but a part of you was relieved,

You always had a thing for psycho guys, and your ex boyfriend? The one with the brightly dyed hair who was now doing some weird dance seemed to proudly embody every part of that sentiment.

You carefully watch from afar, not wanting to catch his eyes, your hand unknowingly lay over your stomach while you move uncomfortably in the bunk bed

Fuck, your feeling dizzy all over again

You hear a thud against your bed post, you look up slowly, your eyes slightly squinting to see the purple haired boy with a usual frown on his face

"Hey" his eyebrows raise "are you okay"

"I thought I told you to get lost earlier"

Your mood swings weren't really helping either

"Geez woman" thanos tchs but sits beside you in your bed anyways "im just trying to help" grumbling under his breath but the cautious expression in his face saied otherwise

"I came here to brag about how amazing i usually am but seeing you like this is just killing the vibe yknow"

he makes a hand gesture in the air, leaning face closer in an attempt to make you smile which does not go wasted as the smile you tried to supress escaped your face

"Fuck off you loser" your still kneeling, your hands over your knees and your face hiding behind your knees but he hears the smile in your voice anyways.

He wouldn't want to admit it, but he was relieved

He always had a thing for girls with pretty voices and you? The girl right next to him had to have one of the prettiest voices he had ever heard. Ofcourse who would better know than a rapper like himself?

"I thought I told you to stick close to me, instead you leech to that crazy old man" thanos says as he points towards gi hun who sat far away in the opposite side

You immediately slap his hand, causing him to wince while retracing it back, rubbing it softly

"How many times will I tell you! You shouldn't point your hands at strangers especially to people who are older" you scold him rather loudly causing him to wince even more

"Agh" thanos ruffles his neon hair while complaining "why don't you shout louder so that everyone will hear and laugh at me?"

You resist the urge to roll your eyes upon his childish manners, he really didn't change

Thanos suddenly bangs the top of the bunk with a loud sound, taking you by shock

"Oi" his voice loud and almost threatening "nam gyu" calling out the man above the bed

Immediately your taken by shock once more when a man's head pops upside down, with black oily hair falling all over his face from above the bed

"Yes Thanos?" Nam gyu quickly inquired while sparing you a quick glance which didn't go unnoticed by the scowling man next to you

"Did you hear her telling me off?" He points at nam gyu before quickly adding "careful, there's only one correct answer"

Nam gyu pauses and thinks which seems to be the wrong thing to do as it just annoys Thanos

"Whats wrong with you, tell me quickly!"

"N-no! Not at all! Infact nobody heard anything!" Nam gyu quickly says, obviously lying but this seemed to please Thanos who now held a haughty face

Wow, this is was supposedly the father of your unborn child. Shame you and your taste in weird guys

Before Thanos could open his mouth to say something, a group of pink guards enter the room with large containers

Straight away you freeze up, shrinking behind the bed while your heart hammered, fear spread across your face

Noticing your expression on your face, instinctively Thanos covers you with his back, shielding you with his arms which covered your sides while his expression, though you could not see was filled with wariness

The pink guards open the large containers they were carrying as everyone watched quietly, scared as they were unsure of what to expect, you included

The pink guard with the white circle lifts up a piece of bread and milk "lunch time" announcing in the same robotic voice like all the other guards

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as your shoulders relax, unlike you Thanos still shields you, covering your face with his back

You hit him with a thud on the back of his head

"What the hell man" thanos turns around, his eyes glaring at you

"Stop trying to act like a hero you shameless prick" you frown even though his actions did leave you with a warm feeling in your heart

"Your acting so protective after all the stunt you pulled before we broke up" you continue "seeing you act all so protective is just pissing me off even more"

Thanos throws his head back, groaning "give me a break woman. You know I was going through a hard time"

"Bullshit" your fold your arms, as if it was act to protect yourself, and the unborn baby in your stomach.

The poor thing was only 2 months old

The both of you hear nam gyu cough from above the bed, forgetting that he was there in the first place

Again Thanos bangs the top of the bunk, causing you to give him a look

"Stop doing that" you scold him

"doing what?" Thanos raises his eyebrow before banging the top of the bunk again while sticking his tongue at you

Nam gyu pops back down again, upside down, the sight would have been hilarious only if you weren't experiencing the pain in your stomach and the sight of the man sitting beside you

"Go get lunch for me and my girl" thanos tilts his head towards you while avoiding your eyecontact while you tell yourself not to think about the fact that he still referred to you as 'his girl'

"go fast what are you still doing here" thanks reprimanded nam gyu

Nam gyu awkwardly stood unsure of what to say "but it's just one bread and one milk per person"

"Then give her yours" thanos said simply "and go steal someone's lunch for me"

"Then what about for me?" Nam gyu asked dumbfounded which caused Thanos to pause and think for a while

"That's not my fucking problem man- now go" he pushes him away, leaving you with a heavy sigh

"I don't want to eat"

"Don't talk bullshit" thanos eyes you "you think i'm gonna let you starve? I never did, and i wont be starting now"

Again with the whole protective boyfriend act, fuck, why did it make your heart race a little?

"Your still such an asshole, you didnt change a bit" you huffed as you leaned behind, resting your back against the wall

"Well you changed" thanos says which quirks your curiosity

"How so?'

"I don't know" he shrugs "something is different. Something happened, i can't exactly ppint my fi ger at it though"

Your eyes dart away from his while your breathing started to fasten slightly

"Oh yea? How so?" You ask, your voice slightly higher than it was which Thanos picks up immediately

"Ohoho" he grins "did I get it right? Did you get something done?" He glances you up and down which leads you to hitting him

"Ow- i was just joking, you still take everything so seriously" he grumbled holding your hand from hitting him "I wish that part had changed'

Your other hand comes swinging which he again grabs softly

"jokingg" he says in a sing song voice before letting both your arms go leaving you with a scowl and him with a satisfied smirk in his face

"Asshole" you mutter which stretches his smirk even more

"You still like it though"

You almost swear you heard a hint of vulnerability in his tone, prompting you to glance at him quickly just to catch him already looking at you

"So? Aren't you gonna ask me what has changed?" You ask slowly, in your head trying to process whether your doing the right thing or not,

You first found out you were pregnant with your baby right after you and Thanos broke up.

The following days, whenever you went to pay him a visit, he was always missing, causing you to believe maybe it was better for him not to know. And then you suddenly meet him for the first time after your breakup during the squid games

The timing was almost comical

"Why?" Thanos continued still with an amused face "you still seem the same on the inside"

Your hand immediately goes to your stomach, slowly tracing along it from above the green track jacket which everyone wore

"Don't tell me your sick or something" thanos asks with his voice slightly raised as he notices your action "fuck are you?"

His eyes slightly widens as he frowns "hey" he snaps his finger upon your zoning out "are you sick?"

"Hm?" You ask confused

"What the fuck" he swears under his breath with a anxious expression on his face while his hand runs through his finger "is that why your here? To win some money for your treatment?"

"Su Bong its not like that-" All your attempts of correcting him seemed to be futile as he sweared loudly, getting out of the bed

"Shit shit shit!" He grabs his head while he paced around the floor, a sight you had seen a few times over the span of your relationship

"ofcourse that's why your here, you would only be here for a sensible reason"

"Oh, su bong" you attempt to appeal to him, reaching your hand out, pulling his closer towards you while he hands were still over his head, eyes lowered

"Fuck baby I'm so sorry" he breathed out "shit i never should have left, i thought" he paused "I thought I'd win some money and get you back, give you the life you really deserve but"

You watch his dazed expression while he rambled, you bit you underlip, hesitant of whether to tell him the truth still

"Fuck, i didn't even know that, i didn't even know you were sick-"

Before he could continue again you grab his face , forcing him to look at your face

"I'm not sick, that's not why im here"

Thanos breathed heavily, everything felt so real suddenly, he felt his cross necklace strapped around his neck, his fingers itching to pop a pill in his mouth to sooth his nerves

"I'm not sick" you shake your head as you lean your forehead against his "su-bong"

You can still feel his strained breaths and darting eyes

"I'm pregnant"

And it all stopped,

You held your breath, afraid of what would happen if you let go, your could heart your heartbeat from your ears, feel the realisation setting inside thanos,

You were scared. Scared of how he would react

He breaks away first, slowly and gently. Staring at you with no expression in his face,

"And it's yours" you rapidly feel the need to add, taken back by his silence which didn't not suit him "and i know having a kid was never in your plan, and i know things are over between us but-"

Your body is wrapped by his arms and his face nestles in your neck, pulling your deeper in his embrace

"Holy shit" thanos whispers in your ear, you can hear the giddiness radiating off his voice "im a dad"

"Yea you are" you laugh a little as you say "your a dad"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I never got the chance to"

Thanos furrows his eyebrows but doesn't press any more "will you let me be our baby's dad?" He ask

"You know I grew up without a dad, this kid doesn't deserve that" he pokes your stomach with a soft grin which looked slightly odd against his eccentric features "I wanna be in this kids life"

You nodd softly, hearing his words

"And yours too" thanos looks up to you, grinning while he winked at you "senorita"

"You corny bastard" you laugh shaking your head

"You still like it though"

You nodd your head, with tenderness in your eyes and voice

"I do"

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"Thanos!" Nam gyu came running with 3 pieces of sweet bread and 3 packets of milk "I got it! Do you know how much trouble i went to get all these-"

"Give it here " thanos grabbed all the bread and milk away "why did you take so long anyways"

Nam gyu held his hands as he pouted "I mean- i had to fight like 2 guys for bread and milk for us-"

Thanos brushed him off as he opened all the packets of bread and poked in the straw of all the milk packets

"Uhm thanos" nam gyu apprehensively called out "What are you doing?"

Thanos hands you all the bread and urges you to eat while he holds the packets of milk in his hand, ready to feed you

Thanos gestures towards you who was sitting in the bed, now wrapped in not only your jacket but his aswell "can't you see the lady is pregnant"

Nam gyu scratched his head "pregnant? With who?"

Thanos shakes his head, exaggerating his actions "dumb ass, she's pregnant with my baby ofcourse" he announced like it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Holy shit!" Nam gyu gaped his hand covering his mouth as he stares at you while you sheepishly smile at him

Thanos let out a small laugh which then slowly grew louder

"What? Why are you surprised? Ofcourse i succeeded in my first try- fuck" he kneels down in pain after being striked by you in the stomach

Nam gyu pulls a face in behalf of Thanos as he pats his back sympathetically while he whispers to you

"Don't worry. I know it probably wasnt his first try or anything- ow" nam gyu kneels on the ground after being hit in the stomach by thanos

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"What... what are you guys doing?" You question as you approach Thanos and nam gyu who were huddled up in a corner, in a long rather quiet conversation which seemed like an unusual activity for both of them to part take in

Both in the 'discussion' and 'quiet' part

Thanos loops his arm around your with a proud smirk on his face while urging nam gyu to announce what they were discussing

Nam gyu nodds eagerly as gets up in his two feet quickly, standing straight and tall with a loud and confident voice "we have decided the perfect name for the baby !!"

You see thanos's broad smile and nam gyu's confident voice, uneasiness settling in your stomach for whatever name they picked out

"These is the name that Thanos and i have personally given a lot of thought for and chosen after much contemplation !!"

Thanos nodded his head with a content expression while he winked at you, assuring that you'll like it

"Ahem" nam gyu clears his throat "before I announce the name that we have chosen, i would like to give recognition to the name we almost chose aswell !!"

Thanos immediately began clapping his hand loudly "waaah, I never knew you could speak so well "

This comment made nam gyu's chest fill swell with pride as he puffs out his chest a little

"I shall now, announce the first runners up, the name that almost was given to the new born baby"

nam gyu pauses which prompts Thanos to make the sound of drum rolls

"Nebula" nam gyu announces as he and thanos clap loudly.

Seeing your still figure both men urge you to claps aswell

"Nebula?" You mutter under your breath "where have i heard that name before?"

"And now, the name that has been selected over numerous selection test and discussion, the name of the baby is" nam gyu points at your stomach

"Gamora"

Thanos whoops loudly, both nam gyu and him clapping their hands in the air while you stand off handedly as it hits you

"Your naming our child after the daughter of the purple alien monster from a superhero movie?!"

[gdinthehouseee]

BRAT SUMMER 2025 WRITING CHALLENGE

it's officially summer so you know what that means !! me and @flymetothexmoon had this idea at the same time, what originally stemmed from me trying to think of title ideas for my thanos smut fic xd

from 1-16 of july, fics based off the brat album will be posted by all these lovely writers for various fandoms like: squid game, bigbang, 2ne1, stray kids, aespa, and bts.

360 — T.O.P (BIGBANG), @peachesclose 

Club Classics — G-DRAGON (BIGBANG), @currentloser 

Sympathy is a Knife — G-DRAGON (BIGBANG), @jiyongsangel 

I Might Say Something Stupid — T.O.P (BIGBANG), @moonqz4now

Talk Talk — BANGCHAN (SKZ), @breakmeoff 

Von Dutch — G-DRAGON (BIGBANG), @mashtatosworld

Everything is Romantic — HYUNJIN (SKZ), @emmiesoverthemoon 

Rewind — G-DRAGON (BIGBANG), @steponupbabe 

So I — JUNGKOOK (BTS), @petersasteria 

Girl So Confusing — WINTER (AESPA), @makeitworse

Apple — THANOS (SQUID GAME), @flymetothexmoon

B2B — G-DRAGON (BIGBANG), @loveesiren 

Mean Girls — G-DRAGON (BIGBANG), @moontabi 

I Think About It All The Time — G-DRAGON (BIGBANG), @jiuwaves

365 — G-DRAGON (BIGBANG), @ikwon1c

Guess — CL (2NE1), @gdinthehouseee

writers please tag it with 'bratsummerchallenge25' as it will make it easier to find

please reply to this post if you would like to be tagged in the fics !!

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[breakmeoff]

Jeju Island

featuring: choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x fem!reader warnings: swearing, smut: unprotected p in v, slapping, exhibitionism, cockwarming, slight dumbification...?, subspace. MDNI, 18+ only* word count: 1.0k synopsis: you and seunghyun spend a quiet weekend away at a luxury spa resort on jeju, and your second day there you decide to enjoy lounging at the pool. from the unknowing viewer, you just look like you're cuddling and can't get enough of each other. in reality, most people would be scandalized at what was really happening beneath the rippling water. note: this is part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this was an anonymous request i received but somehow i lost the ask in my inbox and can't reply to it directly - i'm sorry about that! however, anon's selection is listed below. thank you for reading! LARIE'S LIBATIONS - Aqua Vino Bliss [Wine] — Choi Seunghyun [Water] — Pool [Citrus Rind] — Kink (Slapping & Exhibitionism) Masterlist

It had been the perfect day.  Warm, lazy, relaxing.  You and Seunghyun had checked into the luxury hotel two days ago, and planned to take every opportunity to soak in the sun and spend some quality time together.

The day before was spent in the resort’s five-star spa, both of you being pampered with facials and full body massages.  For someone who really couldn’t stand skinship, Seunghyun could hardly deny the true pleasure of a deep tissue massage to work out someone’s knotted muscles.  

Now, after a slow morning of waking up whenever you felt like it, room-service breakfast together on your private balcony, you both were immersed in the large, pristine blue pool overlooking the East China Sea.  

Soft, tropical music was being played through nearby speakers which melded perfectly with the hushed sound of waves crashing on the shore and the rustling of the palm trees overhead.

Despite the perfectly curated sounds that the resort had provided for ultimate relaxation, the only thing that Seunghyun could hear was the quiet whimpering from you.

“Aren’t you enjoying yourself, Princess?”  His deep voice was low, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he pulled you closely to his chest.  With a slow nod of your head, you breathed out, “...yes, yes Daddy.”

One of his large hands rested protectively on top of one of your thighs that was straddled over his lap, and his other was splayed out across your lower back, keeping you firmly in place.  

Lounged on an underwater chaise, Seunghyun’s long legs were stretched out before him, and his back was propped up against the rest behind.  You sat on top of him, your bikini-clad chest pressed up against his bare skin, and your cheek was resting gently on his shoulder.

To the unsuspecting passerby, you simply looked like two lovers enjoying each other’s company on a romantic vacation.  Some might suggest it looked like an extreme case of PDA, but most would just brush it off as an affectionate gesture.

Unbeknownst to literally every other person nearby, which really wasn’t all that close since the pool was massive, Seunghyun had pulled your bikini bottoms to the side, just enough to push his long, thick cock deep inside your pussy.  

He teasingly shifted his fingertips to tickle against your thighs, up the sides of your ribs and then soothingly up and down your honey toned back.  Turning his head, he pressed his lips against the crook of your neck before mumbling, “you’re being such a good girl for me, keeping me so warm and comfy inside you.”

You couldn’t help but moan quietly against his skin, and your inner walls involuntarily clenched tightly around him, buried so deep inside of you.  A low chuckle rumbled through his chest, licking gently at the place on your neck his lips had just touched.  “You love it when I praise you, huh?”

Without words, you sighed an affirmative noise, clenching around him once more.  Seunghyun’s flat hand traveled down your back and over the curve of your ass, giving it a hard squeeze before he lifted it just enough to let it come cracking back down against your ass cheek with the water rippling in its wake.  

The pain of the slap caused you to jolt, involuntarily rising up on your knees and his cock just an inch or so, but still enough for Seunghyun to tsk into your ear.  “Had to ruin it, didn’t you?”

“No, Daddy… no, look…” you murmured, sitting back enough to look at his face, sinking back down on his throbbing cock, the sensation overwhelming, feeling so, so, so completely full.  Another breathy moan, and “look, I’m being good for you.”

Seunghyun slowly shook his head disappointingly at you, and after taking mental note that not a single person was looking your way, he lifted that same open palm and let it come crashing against your cheek, the force moving your head to the side in its trajectory.

Instead of removing his hand after the slap, shifted it so his thumb sunk into the flesh of your opposite cheek and his palm now covered your mouth, essentially squishing your cheeks and making your lips pucker.  

Rather than trying to keen away from the harsh pain, your eyes rolled back and had he not kept your head in place, it would’ve tipped back as you let out a filthy moan, your pussy fluttering wantonly around his thick shaft.

“Careful Darling… if you make too much noise people might look.”  Giving your face a small shake, he turned your head just enough to inspect the red mark that started to bloom over your soft cheek.  Letting go of your face, he trailed his fingertips over the warm skin affectionately.  “You wouldn’t want anyone to know what a filthy girl you were, would you?”

Despite his harsh actions, and his punishments anytime you disobeyed him, you were completely drunk on anything and everything Seunghyun did to and for you.  You trusted him more than anyone else on the planet, and because of it, you were addicted to the feeling of submitting for him.

“Now… if you can stay still here on Daddy’s cock until the sun fully sets, I promise to make it worth your while.”  He cooed, lifting his hand to brush your long hair behind one ear, observing the oversensitized, almost dumbed-out expression on your face.  “Can you stay still like a good little girl?”

You nodded your head once more, eyes glassy, lips parted in a quiet moan, your hands gripping onto his shoulders.  “Y-yes, Daddy.”

Resting his hand on the back of your head, he pressed a lingering kiss against your forehead before coaxing you to rest your cheek back on his shoulder, facing the edge of the infinity pool and the sparkling sea beyond.  Your arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders and you relaxed against him, ass and cheek still tingling from his assault, but still feeling like the most cherished girl in the world.

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[lovemepartly]

of all days ✩ choi seung-hyun

part of the GD&TOP writing event | 🎵 of all days

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before it all slipped through your fingers, there was warmth.

you met seung-hyun through a friend of a friend, like most normal couples do. and he liked that— being a normal couple. when you met, it was at the peak of his musical career. he was touring with bigbang and working long hours every night, but you never saw that side of him. and he loved you for it. 

you learned the rhythm of each other quickly. he’d come home to you, leaving his shoes messily arranged by the door, and kiss you softly. when he was touring, you’d call almost every day. timezones didn’t matter, seung-hyun would stay up until 3am wherever he was just to talk to you. when he was on stage in seoul, he’d always invite you, getting you some private seats on the side of the stage on the balcony. it didn’t matter that he couldn’t see your face in the crowd, because he knew once the stage lift lowered him out of sight, you’d be waiting for him backstage, with the same comforting smile. 

on the nights where he wasn’t at the studio, he’d rest his head on your lap while you watched a movie, falling asleep almost instantly. you hardly ever liked the movie, but you always stayed still so he could sleep. some nights you’d stay up talking until sunrise. other times, he’d fall asleep mid-sentence and you’d kiss his temple softly, pulling the sheets over him. mornings with him were soft. he’d always compliment how you looked in the morning, wrapped in his arms, the golden light shining onto your bare skin. he never wanted to leave for work then, always pressing his forehead to yours and murmuring, “just five more minutes.” 

you used to joke that he only rested when you made him— and he used to say that was the point. with you, he could breathe. with you, he didn’t feel like an idol or a public figure or a product. he just felt like seung-hyun. and that, he told you once, was the most dangerous feeling of all.

the love was real. that might’ve been the worst part. the cracks started to form in your relationship quietly, without you realizing it. dates were cancelled, nights were spent waiting up for him to come home, and him just being gone too long. you never doubted seung-hyun’s love, but you started doubting if love was enough. 

it didn’t happen during a fight. there were no raised voices, no slammed doors. just a tuesday evening and takeout growing cold on the kitchen table. he was late again. you sat on the couch, legs tucked under you, flipping through a book you weren’t reading. seung-hyun walked in, hair damp from rain, discarding his shoes messily by the door like he always did. there was stillness. not a peaceful kind, but an ominous kind. 

“i’m sorry.” he murmured softly, taking a seat next to you on the couch, but not close enough to touch you. you nodded. because what else was there to say? 

it was almost worse that way. no dramatic final kiss in the rain. no tears. just a final silence that neither of you tried to fill.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

two months later. 22:16. seoul, south korea. 

he used to tell you “just one more tour.” you stopped asking when that tour would end. but now, it was actually over. for the first time in what felt like years, seung-hyun had nothing to do. and no one to come home to. 

he tried to keep busy by writing songs and going to the studio. he wondered if his name was still in your journal, the way yours never left his songs. 

he’d been distant at work and with the guys. jiyong told him to call you, but what he didn’t know was that seung-hyun’s call history was filled with outgoing calls. he knew you wouldn’t pick up— although, the fact that you hadn’t blocked him yet gave him hope. sometimes he just needed to hear your voice on the voicemail.

you picked up once, about a month ago. neither of you said anything. six seconds of silence. then, he hung up and the line went dead. 

tonight, he left the studio early, jiyong’s words ringing in his ears to call you. he thought maybe you’d pick up today. today, of all days, was what would’ve been your two year anniversary. 

it started to rain as he walked home, the pavement slick. he supposed it would’ve been poetic to continue walking, letting the rain drench him in his sorrows, but he decided to duck into a nearby coffee shop that was still open at the late hour to escape the rain. 

the bell jingled as someone walked into the cafe. you looked up, meeting eyes with seung-hyun. it felt like time slowed in that moment. he looked at you, his expression unreadable. you met his gaze, startled, but steady. he blinked once, twice, and after a second, walked up to the counter to order a coffee. 

you watched him, gaze still silently following him as he walked up to the counter. he waited by the counter for the barista to make his coffee, flicking his eyes over to you once, but you quickly looked away. 

he walked over to where you were sitting, placing his coffee cup down with a small clink on your table. you looked up to meet his gaze. 

“can i sit with you?” he asked, voice soft and low, just how you remembered it. 

you nodded almost automatically. “yeah, of course.” 

seung-hyun took a seat in front of you, fingers fidgeting with the handle of the coffee cup in front of him. he cleared his throat softly before lifting his gaze from the mug to look at you. “so, how have you been?” he asked awkwardly, but sincerely. 

“good,” you murmured softly, offering him a small smile, “i’ve been good. what about you?”

seung-hyun couldn’t help but notice the way your smile was polite now. not soft, not his. just a formality. “i’ve been good too.” he finally mumbled. he wanted to say something else, to tell you he was sorry again and again. 

“you look tired.” you murmured softly, eyes studying the dark circles under his eyes and solemn expression. 

your voice was etched with it’s familiar softness and concern. he wanted to laugh. he’d been tired since you left. “tour’s over,” is what he decided to say instead. 

you hesitated for a moment before softly replying, “i saw.” you did, online. but you also knew his schedule better than he did. 

your words caught him off guard. you saw. of course you did. he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe it meant you still cared about him. 

“i’m proud of you,” you added, “i know how much that tour meant to you.”

he nodded softly. it did. not as much as you, he wanted to say, but bit his tongue. he was able to cough up a small “thank you.” 

“still get plain black coffee?” you murmur softly, a small but genuine smile appearing on your face as your eyes flickered down to the drink in front of him before back up.

he nodded, returning the smile. “do you still get an oat milk latte?” 

“yeah,” you murmured, gaze soft as you looked at him. “i guess we haven’t changed all that much.”

that’s the problem, isn’t it? he wanted to say. “i guess not.” he paused for another moment before softly adding, “i was thinking about you today.” it wasn’t a lie—  he’d been thinking about you everyday since you left. but today, on what would’ve been your anniversary, it felt like the only thought in his mind. 

“me too.” you murmured softly. there was a silent understanding between the two of you. you remembered. he remembered. 

you didn’t say anything after that. you were unsure what to say. every single time you set your coffee cup down on the table, the sound was too loud. the rain outside tapped on the window like it was waiting. 

seung-hyun took a deep breath, blurting out the words before he could regret them, “it would be nice to get dinner sometime. now that i’m back in town.”

you nodded softly, biting the inside of your lip to hold back a small smile. “i’d like that.”

a silent hope filled the air between you two. you didn’t know what this meant. but for the first time in a long time, you were both sitting at the same table and neither of you were in a rush to leave.

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[jiyongsangel]

Track 07: Obsession

GD&TOP event

Summary: Jiyongs been obsessed with you for months however you’ve been playing hard to get, so he shows you just how obsessed he is.

Warnings: mdni, 18+, fingering.

A/n: my track for the GD&TOP album event !! I’m so grateful to be able to take part in this. Make sure to check out all of these lovely writers work, they’re truly amazing. Love you all mwahh<3

If someone had told you you’d be pinned against the wall of Jiyongs studio tonight you would’ve laughed. You always made sure that Jiyong couldn’t have you there and then and that frustrated him but tonight he’d gotten under your skin.

He grazed his knuckles up your bare thigh inch by inch until he reached the hem of your dress. Your body froze, the heat of the intimacy between you both making him want to smash his lips to yours and smear your perfect lipstick so nobody doubted who you belonged to.

“If you don’t want this, just say the word.” He murmured while shoving his leg between your knees, parting them.

Your lips parted, then closed again when he inched his hand Abit higher. The light pink flush on your cheeks streaking down to your neck.

His head raised slightly, eyes locking straight onto yours. “Say it.” He caressed your inner thigh lazily trying to ignore the way his cock was straining against his pants.

He scoffed in a mocking tone “you can’t, can you?”

You bit the inside of your cheek before speaking, voice heavy with lust. “You’re such an asshole.”

His fingers swept over the drenched lace of your panties, As he did so you grabbed onto his shoulders. your nails digging in enough to make marks when he slid your lace panties off and rubbed over your aching clit.

“Mhm such an asshole but for some reason you’re still dripping all over my hand.” He slipped a finger inside of you. “Says a lot about you, hm?”

He slid yet another finger inside of you stretching out your pretty pussy. He kept curling up his fingers until he hit your spot.

The small trembles you were making eventually turned into shudders and sweat was like a gloss over your forehead but being the stubborn person you are, you still remained silent.

His eyes hardened. His voice came out rough, frustrated even. “Fucking answer me.”

You shook your head, a sly smirk forming on your lips.

However he didn’t find it amusing. He took both fingers out of you before putting them back in, thrusting even harder. “Stupid brat.” He grunted.

He pressed the heel of his hand against your pussy and you finally let out a gasp. He smirked, satisfied.

“That’s it.” His voice like velvet. “Give into it, darling. Let me feel you cum all on my hand.”

You groaned in defeat “fuck you”

He let out a soft chuckle “kind of the idea Jagi.”

You tried to put up a fight, but your hostility eventually slipped away as you shamelessly grinded against Jiyongs hand while he went quicker and quicker. Your moans mixed with the slick sounds of his fingers fucking your clit, his fingers were quickly dripping wet in your fluids.

He surprisingly didn’t touch his length, despite how much it so desperately ached.

He was to enamoured with the sight of you all aroused, heavy-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. It was the most perfect thing he’d ever laid his eyes on.

He went faster trying to get you to crack. He increased his pace and went deeper inside of you until you finally let go with a small yelp.

He kept his fingers inside, letting you ride out your gasm until your panting eased up a little.

He then pulled out his cum-covered fingers and you threw your head back against the cold wall. He tilted your chin and pulled your bottom lip down, making you taste yourself. “You have no idea how obsessed I am with you.” He murmured kissing your soft lips once more.

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Oh Mom

my entry for the gtop writing event.

oh mom has always had that soft tug on my heart, so i wanted to write something angsty and a little aching TT

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summary: an overworked idol meets a quiet girl at the park. he doesn’t know she’s running out of time — only that being with her feels like breathing again.

tags and warnings: idol x reader, angst, slow burn, emotional hurt/comfort, eventual grief, mention of terminal illness, quiet intimacy, unspoken feelings

The rain had stopped, but the world hadn’t noticed yet. A soft sheen still covered the sidewalks like a second skin. Drops clung to the underside of tree branches, fell in lazy intervals from the eaves of the park’s old stone gazebo, and pooled in forgotten corners of concrete where the city always seemed to sag.

Choi Seunghyun walked with his hood up, hands shoved deep in his coat pockets, boots splashing quietly through shallow puddles. It was the kind of day that didn’t ask anything of you. No expectations. No noise. Just gray skies and the sharp, clean scent of petrichor that made it easier to breathe than usual.

He liked that — the quiet. Lately, life didn’t give it to him much.

As he turned a corner along the park’s edge, he caught sight of her.

At first, she blended in. Just another figure on a bench, head bent low, still as the stone behind her. She was hunched over a thick sketchbook, one leg drawn up, the other dangling. Her hoodie was oversized and soaked at the hem, black cotton heavy with dampness. Wisps of hair clung to the sides of her face, and her sneakers — cheap ones, canvas and torn were darkened by water. She looked… tired. But not in a fragile way.

In a fierce way. Like someone who didn’t care what the day had done to her, so long as she got to finish her drawing.

He passed her once.

Slowed, glanced back.

Something in her stillness pulled at him.

The second time he walked by, she still hadn’t moved, but her pencil had — he could hear the faint scratch of graphite even through the hush of the park. No music, no phone, no distractions.

Just focus.

He stopped without thinking.

“You’re blocking my light.”

The voice was soft, flat, and low — the kind that didn’t rise just because someone else was nearby. She didn’t look up, didn’t even pause her hand.

“I—sorry,” he said quickly, taking a half-step to the side.

She added something to the page, then finally lifted her head. She looked right at him. There was no recognition in her eyes. Or maybe there was but not the kind he was used to. Not the flare of excitement, the gasp, the scramble for a phone.

Just… calm. Cool, clear eyes taking him in like a stranger on the street. Like he was nothing special. This caught him off guard.

“You always draw in the rain?” he asked, glancing at the soaked sketchbook.

“You always interrupt strangers?” she countered, deadpan.

He blinked then let out a short laugh. It sounded too loud in the stillness.

“Touché,” he said, lifting his hands in surrender. “I was just curious.”

“That’s dangerous,” she said, closing the book slowly and resting it in her lap. “Curiosity.”

There was a strange steadiness to her. The kind people usually lost by adulthood, if they ever had it to begin with. Something quiet but sharp, like glass that hadn’t shattered yet.

He gestured vaguely toward the sketchbook. “Was that supposed to be me?”

Her mouth tugged at the corner. “If it was, you wouldn’t be able to tell.”

“That bad, huh?”

“That abstract,” she corrected. “But your nose is interesting. I might use it later.”

He laughed again — for real, this time. “Thanks, I think?”

Her smile was faint. Faint, but real.

He watched her for a moment.The way she sat like she belonged to the space around her. Not claiming it. Just existing in it without asking permission. There was something rare in that. Something oddly comforting.

Most people in his life demanded something. A reaction. A performance. Even when they didn’t realize it. But she didn’t ask for anything. Not even his name.

“Do you draw often?” he asked, still standing a few feet away.

“Only when I feel something,” she said, running her thumb along the edge of the page.

He hesitated, then dropped onto the far side of the bench, keeping a respectful distance. She didn’t seem surprised. Or bothered.

“And what were you feeling today?” he asked.

She looked up — not at him, but at the canopy of blossoms overhead, petals trembling with the occasional gust of wind.

“Like something’s ending,” she said after a moment. “Even if no one else knows it yet.”

The words settled into him, low and quiet. He didn’t know why, but they stuck.

They didn’t speak much after that. A few murmured observations. A moment of laughter that lasted half a second longer than it should have. But mostly, they shared a silence — the kind that lets itself in like an old friend. The kind that doesn’t need to be filled.

Time worked in a different way, as if passing slow ripples.

Quietly, she closed her sketchbook. She tucked it into a worn canvas bag, pulling the strap over her shoulder with the practiced motion of someone used to leaving.

Seunghyun sat forward slightly before he could stop himself.

“…Will you be here tomorrow?” he asked.

He didn’t mean for it to sound like it mattered. But it did.

She looked at him then and her eyes softened, just a little. “Maybe,” she said.

And then she walked away, her wet sneakers slapping softly against the pavement, leaving him there beneath the tree.

Still seated.

Still wondering who she was.

The next day, he didn’t come looking for her. Not exactly. He told himself it was just another walk. The same park, the same path, same need to breathe without being recognized. The same pull to silence the world inside his own head.

But his steps led him back to that bench — the one beneath the tree, half-wilted now, its petals losing their grip on the branch.

She was already there, wearing the same hoodie. Holding the same sketchbook. Same stormy sort of stillness that made her look like she belonged to the rain.

He approached without speaking. Let the moment fill itself.

This time, she didn’t pretend not to see him. She looked up briefly, gave the smallest nod — just enough to say yes, you can sit here again and returned to her sketching.

He eased onto the bench beside her, keeping that same polite distance. A stretch of space between them, like an invisible line neither had acknowledged yet.

“I didn’t think you’d be back,” he said quietly.

She smirked. “Why not?”

“You seem like someone who disappears.”

She paused her pencil mid-line.

“I do,” she said. “Sometimes.”

There was no apology in her tone. Just truth. She wasn’t trying to be cryptic but there was a weight behind those words. A hint of something he didn’t know how to name yet.

He nodded slowly and looked away.

The breeze picked up. A few loose petals drifted between them, catching in the folds of her hoodie. She didn’t brush them off.

“What are you drawing today?” he asked.

She tilted her sketchbook slightly, just enough for him to see. The page was rough — pencil strokes layered like noise, almost angry, like she hadn’t decided what she was trying to capture yet. Shapes, shadows, no center.

“It’s… complicated,” she said.

He studied it. “Looks like a brain.”

She let out a surprised laugh — short and soft, the sound catching like a hiccup.

“Yeah,” she said. “Kind of does.”

They sat with that for a moment. His eyes drifted to her hands — stained faintly with graphite, nails bitten short. Her knuckles were pale, a little too bony, but steady.

“You’re an artist?”

She hesitated.

“Sometimes,” she said. “I don’t know if I’m good. Doesn’t really matter anymore.”

He frowned. “Why not?”

Another pause. She turned a page in her sketchbook, blank again. Her fingers hovered over it but didn’t move.

“I guess I’m just… drawing for now. Not for later.”

He glanced at her. She didn’t meet his eyes. Just stared down at the empty page like it might judge her. She talked like someone who wasn’t planning too far ahead.

Not in the dreamy, poetic way artists sometimes did. No — hers felt different. Like she was making peace with the fact that ahead wasn’t guaranteed.

And something in his chest twisted.

He didn’t ask.

Didn’t pry.

She didn’t owe him anything, and he wasn’t sure he could handle the answer if she gave it.

So instead, he said, “I get that.”

Her eyes flicked sideways, curious.

“Drawing for now,” he repeated. “I used to write music like that.”

“Used to?” she echoed.

He leaned back against the bench. “It got harder once it became about everyone else.”

She studied him for a beat. “Then write something for no one.”

“I don’t think I remember how.”

She looked down, brushed a petal off her knee.

“Maybe you’re supposed to forget. So it hurts when you remember.”

The words were quiet but they hit something raw. He stared at her, unsure what to say. She didn’t look at him. Just turned the page again. Back to a blank canvas.

And then, “What’s your real name?”

He blinked. “You don’t know it?”

“I do,” she said. “But I want the one you give when you’re not onstage.”

“…Seunghyun.”

She nodded. “Nice to meet you, Seunghyun.”

Silence followed. She didn’t give hers.

Their quiet afternoon stretched in silence.They didn’t leave together. Didn’t trade phone numbers. Didn’t promise to see each other again.

But as he walked away, he realized something strange.

He hadn’t thought about his schedule in over an hour. Not the next appearance. Not the next shoot. Not the pressure. Not the noise.

Just her voice.

Her laugh.

And the way she said “drawing for now.”

Like now was all she had.

It was a Tuesday again. No rain this time. Just the heat of an early spring sun breaking shyly through leftover clouds. The park looked different in the light — too green, too alive but the bench remained the same. Same cracks in the wood, same old cherry tree losing its last few petals like secrets slipping through time.

Seunghyun sat there before she did.

He arrived ten minutes early, not that he told himself he was waiting. Just that he needed air. Space. Something that wasn’t polished white floors or fake laughter echoing through dressing rooms.

His manager had called him three times before noon. He didn’t answer.

They were on break between schedules — technically just forty minutes. Enough time to eat. To rest. To reply to three weeks’ worth of ignored messages from label execs. Instead, he asked to be dropped off on a corner near the park and walked the rest of the way.

He checked the time again.

Twelve past.

He wasn’t anxious.

Not really.

Just…

Waiting.

And then, there she was.

Same hoodie, sleeves fraying more than before. Her walk was slow today — not limping, exactly, but careful. Measured. He noticed it right away. How she paused just before sitting. How she exhaled like gravity hit her harder than it should.

“Hey,” she said, offering him a tired half-smile.

“You okay?”

“Just late,” she said. “Sorry.”

He shrugged. “You’re the only thing I’m not late for these days.”

That surprised her. She blinked, then turned her head to look at him more directly. “Is that a compliment or a warning?”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Guess I don’t know.”

They sat in silence for a moment, watching a little boy chase pigeons across the path until they scattered in a flurry of feathers.

“Busy day?” she asked.

He nodded. “Always.”

“And yet you’re here.”

“I kept the hour for myself.”

She smiled — not wide, not bright, but soft. Like something inside her had been reassured. “That’s rare, huh?”

“Rare as peace.”

She leaned forward, pulling her sketchbook from her bag. The cover was more bent now, the corners softening from wear. She didn’t open it right away.

Instead, she said, “You don’t talk like the person people think you are.”

He turned to her, curious. “What do they think I am?”

She tapped the pencil against her lower lip in thought. “I don’t know. Controlled. Sharp. Cold, maybe.”

He raised a brow. “And what am I really?”

“I think,” she said slowly, “you’re just… tired of pretending you aren’t soft.”

His mouth parted slightly — a breath, a blink and he found himself laughing, low and honest. “You always say things like that?”

She just shook her head, smiling. Instead, she opened her sketchbook and started drawing — right there beside him, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her hand moved slowly today. Less certainty. He could see the effort it took in her wrist, the faint tremor at the edge of each line.

He wanted to ask if she was sick. Wanted to say, Tell me what you’re not telling me.

But he didn’t.

Because the way she leaned into the moment like every minute was already borrowed made him afraid of what she might confirm if he asked.

So instead, he leaned back against the bench, let the wind stir his coat, and sat beside the girl who wouldn’t give him her name.

And for the first time in months, maybe years…

He didn’t feel like T.O.P.

He felt like himself.

And somehow, that mattered more than anything waiting for him outside the park.

They didn’t mean to meet every day.

It just happened.

The way light finds the same windows every afternoon. The way two songs accidentally harmonize when played too close together. Familiar without intention. Constant without promise.

For weeks, the park bench beneath the cherry blossom tree became their quiet little world.

Seunghyun started rearranging everything for it, subtly at first. Pushing back a meeting by thirty minutes. Skipping lunch breaks. Telling his manager he needed “a walk” whenever he felt his chest tighten too much under the weight of appearances.

He didn’t tell anyone about her.

Not because it was a secret.

Because it was his.

Some days, she brought tea in a little thermos, still warm. Other days, she brought music, an old cassette player with only one working speaker. They would sit, knees not quite touching, listening to lo-fi jazz while she drew and he watched clouds pass between buildings.

One time, he showed up in sunglasses and a mask, breathing heavily from running across town.

“You’re late,” she teased without looking up.

“I’m early everywhere else,” he muttered, collapsing beside her.

She reached into her bag, handed him half a sandwich. “Then this is your reward.”

He ate it without question.

Another time, it was raining again — light and misty. She showed up anyway, even though he didn’t expect her to.

“Thought you hated getting wet,” she said as she shook out her damp hair and sat beside him.

“I hate missing things more.”

She swallowed.

Didn’t know what to say to that.

So he just leaned back and let the light mist of water run down his face, pretending he didn’t hear the way his voice cracked a little when he said it.

Instead, he filled in the blanks with quiet hopes he didn’t dare say out loud.

He started writing again. Lyrics he wouldn’t show anyone. Scribbled lines in a notebook she once teased him for carrying. He didn’t care.

It was the first time music made him feel something since… he couldn’t remember when.

Days passed when the rhythm changed. It started with a missed day. She wasn’t there. He waited for an hour, walked a slow lap around the park, and left.

The next day, she came. Apologized softly. Said she had an appointment that ran long.

He didn’t ask what kind. He wanted to but something in the way she clutched her sketchbook tighter than usual told him not to.

The meetings became more spaced. Every other day. Then every three. Then silence.

He started getting pushback from his team.

“Hyung, you can’t just disappear during press season.”

“We’re about to finalize the comeback schedule. You need to be in the room.”

“Where the hell are you always going in the afternoons?”

He argued. Loud. Frustrated.

He didn’t even try to explain it to them. They wouldn’t understand.

It wasn’t a girlfriend.

Wasn’t a scandal.

It was… her.

And he was afraid if he didn’t see her, she might vanish completely.

One day, he stood in the hallway outside the meeting room, fingers clenched so tightly around a coffee cup it cracked.

“I need an hour,” he said.

“You need to be here,” his manager snapped. “Just one hour — then the press call, the shoot, and the label dinner. Please, hyung.”

He almost walked out anyway.

But he didn’t and he hated himself for it.

Weeks followed. No more walks. No more sandwiches wrapped in napkins, still warm from her hands. No more laughter soft enough to make the world feel gentle again — laughter that came not from his stage persona, not from a punchline, but from those tiny, in-between moments when her guard dropped and her eyes sparkled.

Just gone.

It wasn’t loud. There was no final goodbye, no moment where he could say, Please stay. Please wait. It was just absence.

That slow, unbearable silence that creeps in when something sacred vanishes before you even realized it mattered that much.

He stopped writing.

Stopped sketching, too. He hadn’t picked up a pen in days. Every page he touched ended up torn or thrown. The notebook in his bag was bent and water-stained, warped with effort and failure. The words came wrong now. Hollow. Like echoes in an empty room.

All that remained — all that he could hold was a folded piece of paper tucked behind his ID in his wallet.

The sketch.

She gave it to him the last time they saw each other, nonchalantly, like it was nothing. “You’ll hate it,” she’d said, pressing it into his hand with a smile too wide to be casual. “Don’t unfold it until you’re alone. Promise?”

He took it out more than he should’ve. Late at night. Between interviews. In cars. In green rooms where the lights were too bright and the silence too sharp.

The paper had softened along the folds. A corner was beginning to curl.

The drawing itself was done in pencil, clean and textured — more detailed than any of the sketches he’d seen from her before. Not rushed. Not abstract.

It was him.

Not T.O.P, not the performer — but him. Hair tucked under a beanie, eyes cast downward, lips just slightly parted. Caught mid-thought. His own gaze looking past the viewer, like he wasn’t sure where he was anymore.

It was how he looked when she saw him.

And now, all he had was the version of himself she left behind.

He stared at it for what felt like hours.

So long he forgot to blink. His eyes burned, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t. Not while something so real stared back at him. Something that remembered. Something that looked at him the way she did — without asking for anything.

A sound rose in his throat — tight and unfamiliar.

It wasn’t quite a sob. Not yet.

But it cracked something open in his chest. A seam that had been splitting slowly ever since the first day she didn’t come.

The ache became a flood. And before he even realized what he was doing, he was on his feet.

He didn’t take a car.

Didn’t grab a coat.

Didn’t tell anyone.

He just ran.

Out the studio doors, down concrete alleys and dim-lit sidewalks. The city blurred. Cars honked. Strangers turned to watch the man in the hoodie sprint across a crosswalk with panic in his eyes and no destination on his lips except one.

The park.

The goddamn bench.

Their bench.

His lungs burned by the time he got there. He stumbled across the worn path, gravel crunching under his shoes, heart thudding louder than the wind through the trees.

But she wasn’t there.

Of course she wasn’t.

She hadn’t been there for weeks.

Someone else was.

An older woman sat in her place, knees close together, fingers folded around the strap of a plain black shoulder bag. She looked like she’d been waiting — not for him, but for something quieter. The kind of waiting that knows it won’t be answered.

She turned when she saw him approach.

And he knew.

He knew.

She had her eyes but it was softer, worn by grief.

But her eyes.

The breath rushed from his lungs before she even opened her mouth.

“You’re Seunghyun,” she said softly.

He nodded once. He couldn’t speak.

“She talked about you,” she said. “A lot.” Her voice was warm. Gentle but unbearably tired.

He blinked fast. The sketch in his wallet felt heavier than ever before.

“She waited here for you… for days. She really believed you’d come back.”

A tremor started in his fingers. He curled them into fists.

“I wanted to. I—I tried—”

The woman smiled faintly. Not with blame. But with that tragic kind of kindness only grieving mothers seem to know how to give.

“She knew,” she said. “She never held it against you.”

From her bag, she pulled out a small envelope. It was soft at the edges, slightly yellowed, with a faint bend down the middle like it had been opened and read over and over.

“She wrote this in case she… left before you came back. She asked me to give it to you.”

She pressed it into his palm. Her hand lingered there for a moment — a squeeze, light and trembling.

“She wanted you to know,” she said, voice breaking for the first time, “that meeting you made her feel like she was still living.”

And then she walked away, one hand pressed to her chest, the other wiping her cheek as she turned and disappeared down the path where cherry blossoms had already begun to fall again.

He sat on the cold bench.

Alone.

The envelope was warm from her hand, but it chilled the moment he opened it. Inside was a single sheet of paper, carefully folded. And a pressed cherry blossom — browned now, but still intact tucked gently inside the crease.

He opened the letter with trembling fingers.

Her handwriting.

Small. Neat. Certain.

“Seunghyun,

I don’t know if you’ll ever read this. I don’t know if time will let me see you again. But if you’re holding this… then I guess I already know.

You made the time I had feel like it mattered. Even if you didn’t know the whole truth.

His throat closed, a knot forming in the space between his heart and his breath.

I didn’t tell you I was sick because I didn’t want that to be what you saw. I didn’t want to become a ticking clock in your eyes. I didn’t want your kindness to come from pity. I just… I wanted to be soft. I wanted to be seen the way you saw me, a stranger with messy sketches and too many opinions about clouds.

You always showed up like you didn’t even realize you were saving me. Every time you sat beside me, every time you took that hour… you gave me life I didn’t think I could still feel. And then one day… you stopped. And I understood. But I still waited. Every day. Because even if you didn’t come, you gave me something worth waiting for.

The ink was smudged in one place — a water stain, or maybe a tear, now dried into the fibers of the page.

Don’t blame yourself. Please. I didn’t need you to fix anything. I just needed to feel like I was part of the world again.

And you gave me that. For a little while, I forgot I was dying.

His hands began to shake, the letter trembling like it carried the weight of her voice.

I hope that someday, in some corner of your heart, you’ll remember me as something light — not heavy.

That would be enough.”

Love,

Y/N

Below the signature was a second sheet, tucked gently behind the letter.

A portrait.

The same one she once gave him — unfinished then, just a sketch of outlines and beginnings, barely enough for him to recognize himself.

But now…

Now it was complete.

She’d drawn him with such unbearable softness. Shading carefully along his jaw, his cheekbones. His mouth was curved into that faint smile he only wore around her — the one that happened when silence felt safe. His eyes were darker in the portrait, shadowed, thoughtful. Alive in a way he hadn’t realized she’d memorized.

She’d finished it.

Even knowing she’d never get to hand it to him.

Even knowing she wouldn’t see how his breath would hitch. How his hands would tremble.

How his heart would shatter.

Seunghyun didn’t cry the way people do in films. No fists pounding against walls. No dramatic gasps.

He just sat there.

Completely still.

Hands curled tightly around the paper, fingertips pressing too hard, as if the more he held it, the more it might undo time.

His throat burned.

His chest felt hollow like something vital had been scooped out and nothing was left to keep him upright but grief.

The ache that had been building for weeks finally gave in. Broke.

Tears slipped from his eyes — quietly, steadily without effort or warning. They fell onto the paper. Onto her lines. Onto her name.

He bowed his head, pulled the drawing gently to his chest, and held it there like it was the last warmth left in the world.

And he whispered something — not to himself, not to the sky, but to her. To Y/N, who had been gone longer than he realized.

“I’m sorry I was late.”

His voice cracked like a violin string pulled too tight.

“I should’ve come back sooner.”

And then silence.

Except the wind — soft through the trees, catching the edge of her sketch and fluttering it like breath.

The sun dipped low enough to spill gold across the pavement, warming the very bench where she once sat, knee drawn up, sketching him like a secret.

Seunghyun closed his eyes.

He saw her there. Just for a second.

That faint smile. That stupid hoodie. That softness she never let the world take from her.

He opened his eyes again.

And then, through everything trembling inside him, he made her a promise.

A real one.

“I’ll write it for you.”

And this time…

He meant it with everything he had left.

[thanosscross]

HII I REALLY LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH, i hope your willing to write about pregnant reader x thanos yk, thanos didn't know she was pregnant before they break up and then they meet up again the games and he finds out player 222 and player 333 type stuff 😭

Of course! We love this!!

Good person - Choi Su- Bong x pregnant! reader

Summary: After leaving Thanos, you encounter him again in a serious death game, only this time the stakes are lot higher

Warnings: Not much, just your usual squid game gore

A/n: Sorry it's so short! I'm going to try and start adding some length to my stories again especially my Thanos stories so stay tuned for those longer stories, trust me they are coming, they're just takin a lil time

You had told yourself whenever you signed up, you'd be as careful as possible, and that it was all for your baby, after leaving their father and being disowned for choosing to be single mother, you were left with little to nothing, so of course you took the chance to get money.

As you woke up in the giant room you soon came to regret your decision, seeing your sperm donor just a few feet in front of you, focused on the screen reading off debts "Y/n L/n, 25 million won" The guard shouted, showing you getting smacked across the face, quickly holding an arm over your stomach afterwards. Almost like he knew, as soon as your name was called out, his head snapped to yours "Senorita! You're here!?" He shouted in shock "No Way!" He shouted as he walked closer, you attempted to curl your body up away from him, but due to the six month pregnancy belly, you could only bend your legs closer to you slightly.

"Please leave, Thanos" You grunted, trying your best to keep him at a distance, for all he knew you had taken a plan B after your last hook up and that was it. Instead he just kept approaching until he was standing in front of you "What're you doing here!?" He asked excited, you just shook your head "trying to get my family and I money after my sorry excuse of a boyfriend convinced me to buy stupid ass crypto?" You said like it was obvious, it wasn't like you were entirely lying, you just didn't specify what family.

Going into red light green light, you were cocky at first, knowing you could do this easy, until the shooting started, players falling left and right, while your baby dad just skipped and danced his way to you down the field "You never answered me, Senorita" He repeated, placing his hands on your hips, terrified of what he might do, especially after watching him shove other players to win "I-I'm pregnant" You blurted, you couldn't help it, between your fear of dying by Thanos or the game was too much, you just wanted to get out of this alive, you didn't think it'd be this serious, if you did, you never would've done this. "Haha" He laughed sarcastically before looking at your face as the doll called out red light, he was in front of you now, and you were visibly shaking, Thanos using his body to try and shield you from the sensors "for real, flower?" He asked, his tone a lot more deep and raspy, you could tell he sobered up quick upon the realization you weren't joking. "I-I forgot the pill after hooked up a few months ago! a-and I left because I knew you couldn't be a responsible dad" You blurted, unable to contain your emotions as the hormones in your body were on overdrive.

Thanos was frozen, staring at you in shock before finally snapping out of it as the doll called green light, he grabbed your arm holding you behind him as he followed the others past the red line "Just stay behind me" He whispered, your words stung, how could you be so sure of how he'd be as a dad if you never gave him a chance? As you made your way back to the giant main room, you took notice to Thanos's hand on your back leading you to the bed "Sit, you don't put yourself through too much" He explained softly, helping you over to your bunks before eyeing Nam-Gyu "Give her your bed, man" he demanded, his friend stuttering before giving up and giving you his bed that was floor level, him taking your third bunk bed. "Thanos" You warned, not wanting him to make it a huge deal "What?! You're huge! You don't need to be climbing!" He shouted before catching his tone, apologizing quietly "Okay, well One, that was very very rude, two, I can do whatever I please, if I feel like I can't do something, I'll tell you" You stated poking him in the chest with your finger, he just smirked at you, biting his bottom lip slightly "Have I ever told you, it's hot whenever you yell at me" he asked, trying his best to charm you, but instead you just flicked his forehead in annoyance "Get away, freak" You replied, he just smiled at you, sitting at the foot of your bunk "So it's my baby?" He asked smiling pointing to your stomach "Well, if not I'd be concerned" You said raising your eyebrows at him "Can I..touch it?.." He asked nervously "it's not an it, it's your daughter" you glared, before grabbing his hand slipping it under your jacket, pressing his finger down in just the right spot to get the small baby inside of you to move around "Woah..weird" He said grimacing as he pulled away in disgust "Really!?" You gasped in shock laughing loudly, somehow forgetting you were in a death game for a moment "Yea! You have a whole human inside of you! That's weird!" He laughed, resting his hand on yours "You put it there, Su-bong!" You argued, you swore sometimes you got with a completely dumbass.

"Y/n..If you'll let me...I wanna be there..I don't want to be like my dad" He frowned, squeezing your hand gently "Please?" He begged "I know I fucked up bad, but, I want to try again, please" He continued, you glared at him for a moment before sighing "How can I trust you? And you'll have to get clean, for real clean, not how you're usually clean" You added on, you just watched as he nodded his head, no faces or complaints "You're actually serious aren't you?..." you asked sweetly "I want to be a good person for you, y/n, please" He whispered, pressing his lips to your knuckles "I guess..but you only get one chance" You offered, he just nodded before flopping himself next to you "Thank you!" He cheered pressing multiple kisses all over your face as he chanted his thank you's, not realizing the next 18-19 years were going to be hell for the both of you.

The rest of the games, Thanos was always on you, making sure you didn't over do yourself or risk hurting yourself or your baby, charming you right back into his arms.

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Hey gorg!! could you do us domming seunghyun when hes usually the dominant one? and he gets all whiny and complaining about it but then we put him in his place and hes begging for more😙😙 (female reader pls) Also if not thats totally okay!

SAY PLEASE

choi seunghyun x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ content ahead including slight foot stuff (kissing & stepping), pet names, dirty talk, degradation, praise, cunnalingus, face sitting/riding, handjob, oral (not enough to call a full on blowjob), edging, spit, thigh fucking, outercourse, unprotected p in v, cumming inside. dom! reader, sub leaning! tabi. this is pure filth, they fuck on the floor

a/n: not proof read bcs im going to nap after i upload this sorry for any mistakes!!

You’d been to your fair share of gallery showings since getting with your man Seunghyun.

This one was hosted by a close friend of his—an understated, intimate space tucked into a side street somewhere outside of Seoul. You came with him, dressed to kill, sipping wine and politely pretending to look at the art.

But the paintings were never what held your attention.

Now, the gallery is winding down.

Empty wine glasses clink faintly against trays. The last of the critics are still murmuring over pieces on display, offering half hearted nods as they move from canvas to canvas. And Seunghyun—your Seunghyun—is still standing with that lazy, almost elegant slouch, sipping the final swirl of his white wine, eyes low lidded in that way that always makes the heat between your legs ache.

His shirt collar is open just enough to reveal the tiniest glimpse of his tan skin, the curve of his chest and the faint sheen of sweat at his nape. You watch the tip of his tongue flick out to taste the wine still on his lips.

He’s always like this in public—cool, sharp-jawed and golden, radiating that quiet, masculine energy that draws people in without effort. Seunghyun doesn’t try to be magnetic. He is magnetic. charming, unbothered, in control.

But only you know how flushed the tips of his ears are. How tight his slacks have gotten from the way you crossed your legs earlier. How badly he wants to have you.

And he thinks he’ll be the one in control when he finally gets you alone.

Thinks he’s going to take you back to the hotel, unzip your dress with his teeth, and make you moan until you’re clawing at his back.

Oh, he has no idea.

He catches your eye and smiles.

You smile back—but yours is different.

There’s a heat behind it. A hunger he’s not used to being on the receiving end of. And when he walks over to you, wine-warm and looking like he’s two seconds away from pinning you against the nearest wall, you don’t step back. You step forward.

“Let’s go,” you murmur, reaching for his wrist with manicured fingers and letting your nails scrape softly over his skin.

His brows lift slightly, but he follows.

The way back to the hotel is quiet, thick with anticipation. He touches your thigh and tries to kiss your cheek. He’s so used to leading. He keeps close to your side, fingers brushing yours every so often. He can’t help it. You glance at him, and he smirks—that confident, subtle tilt of his lips he always wears when he thinks he knows exactly how things will end.

Except this time, you don’t lean into him. Don’t touch back.

You just smile to yourself and that makes him nervous.

You feel it in the way his hand hovers too long before slipping into his pocket. See it in the way he keeps glancing over at you with shiny, hopeful eyes—tense and uncertain, maybe even wondering if he’s done something wrong.

He’s never had to chase you like this and that’s exactly the point.

You step into the penthouse suite, your dress clinging to your hips, heels clicking sharply against the marble. You don’t get more than three steps before Seunghyun pounces on you—hands gripping your waist, hips rolling into yours roughly. You can feel how hard he is against you. His fingers slide beneath the hem of your dress, starting to hike it up until—

“No.”

One word. Calm. Soft-spoken.

His hands pause.

You push against his chest to create distance between you and walk away, brushing your dress smooth.

Seunghyun blinks, confusion flickering across his face.

“Take off my shoes first,” you say sharply. Not a request.

He lets out a low laugh, slow and cocky.

“You serious?”

You turn your back on him and walk to the grand piano in the center of the suite, heels echoing with every step. You sit on the edge like a queen on her throne and cross your legs. The slit in your dress parts wide, revealing the long stretch of thigh he hasn’t earned the right to touch.

You tilt your head.

“I said, take them off for me.”

Seunghyun doesn’t move at first.

You can see the resistance in the set of his jaw, in the way his shoulders stiffen beneath his shirt. His instinct is to laugh this off, grab you by the ass, and drag you underneath him. That’s his default—control. Dominance. Knowing he can make you fall apart with just a look.

But now, that look is meeting something unfamiliar.

A woman who isn’t planning to melt.

Daring him.

He lingers there for a long second too long, still trying to figure out if you’re serious.

And then—slowly, the idea seeming to physically pain him—he sinks down onto his knees.

Not gracefully. Not like a man used to kneeling. He moves like it’s foreign, he’s never had to lower himself for anyone. But something about the way you’re watching him makes him obey anyway.

His hands find your ankle, large and smooth and a little too eager. You feel the slight tremble in his fingers as he reaches for the bottom of your heel.

You don’t speak. Just watch him. studying his expressions with a click of your tongue.

He’s an eager animal in this moment—caught between submitting and sinking his teeth in.

He slides the first heel off, cradling your foot in his palm. His thumb brushes over the arch as he sets the shoe aside, a soft grin tugging at his lips.

“Comfortable now?” His voice is a low murmur, deliberately intimate. He doesn’t let go, fingers shifting to massage slowly.

“Mm,” you hum softly, watching his dark hair flop over his forehead as he works his fingers deeper into your skin. His touch is light at first, coaxing, but you can feel the tension in his hands, like he's holding back something more.

Then, without warning, he presses a kiss to the top of your foot.

You arch a brow.

“That part of the request?”

Seunghyun hesitates. Then shrugs, trying to smirk through it. “Thought I’d add a little something.”

“Oh, baby,” you coo, dragging your other foot up to poke your stiletto into his shoulder. “You don’t get to add anything. Not tonight.”

You can see him fighting the urge to bite back. The tension winding through his neck, his jaw. He wants to argue. He wants to challenge you.

Seunghyun bends his head again—and kisses your ankle anyway. Then the curve of your calf. He believes he can still resist surrender—a silent “I can do what I want,” wrapped in silk.

You feel the sharp edge hidden beneath the softness and a shiver ripples across your skin. You could call him out—but you don’t. You let it pass this time, because you know exactly what this is.

He’s trying to hold on.

And you’re about to make him let go.

He slides off the second heel now, slower this time. You spread your legs wider as he does it, letting your dress slip higher to reveal bare skin and the stretch of thin lace between your legs.

Seunghyun sees. His eyes flash—dark, hungry, shocked.

“Lay down.”

Was he hearing you correctly? His voice comes out rough, the edge of defiance already fading.

“What?”

You don’t repeat yourself, gliding your foot down the center of his chest. His breath hitches as the pressure shifts lower, trailing over buttons and fabric, until you’re pressing directly against the bulge straining his pants.

“Down.”

A shudder rolls through him. His hips twitch beneath your foot. His pride is still there, clinging to the edge—but it’s brittle now. He breathes in through his nose, deep and shaky as the scent of you hits him hard.

That’s what tips him.

He lowers himself to the floor. Not fluidly but with a need too heavy to hide.

You hover over his face, dress hitched high, your soaked panties tugged down your legs.

“Hands at your sides. You don’t get to touch.”

He licks his lips, voice rough and challenging.

“You think I’m just gonna lie here and take it?”

You smile down at him—sweet, pitying.

“Sure you are, I can see how bad you want it.”

He lets out a low laugh, sharp and shaky, but it dies in his throat the second your thighs frame his face and your sopping cunt sinks down onto his mouth.

His groan is immediate, muffled. His hands flex at his sides—fighting instinct. His tongue licks up the full length of your slit, too greedy, too frantic.

“God,” you sigh, rocking your hips slowly against his face. “Needed this.”

He moans under you, hips twitching up into nothing. His cock is hard, straining against the front of his slacks, leaking already. You glance down at the sight and giggle softly.

“Already this worked up?”

You grind down a little harder, letting your clit slide against the bridge of Seunghyun’s nose. He groans, louder this time, tongue flicking faster—more hungry.

“Slow down,” you chide, threading your fingers through his hair. “You’re making a mess.”

He whines under you. You lift off his mouth just barely—just enough to let him speak and he gasps like he’s surfacing from underwater.

“Say something smart again,” you say, breathless. “C’mon. Thought you had something to prove.”

“I do,” he pants, voice raw. “Just—fuck—can’t think straight with your pussy on m’face.”

“Aw, sweetheart you think that’s bad? we’re just getting started.”

Then you lower yourself back down and smother him again.

His mouth opens instantly. Tongue back to work. “Good boy,” you breathe, “That mouth of yours is so much better when it’s not talking back.”

You ride his face slowly, teasingly, his nose continuously rubbing right against your clit, your slick dripping down his jaw.

He’s good at this. Always has been. But now there’s no control. No rhythm. No teasing.

He’s not leading anymore.

He’s trying to keep up.

He whines beneath you, the mocking praise short-circuiting something in him.

“Still think you’re in control?” you ask sweetly, rolling your hips a little harder now.

He tries to shake his head, but you don’t let up.

“I asked you a question,” you say, voice soft but firmly.

“N-no,” he gasps when you lift again for air. “Fuck—fuck, no. You win okay.”

You hum thoughtfully, then grind down hard enough to steal the air from his lungs.

“Mmm. That’s better.”

Seunghyun’s hands scramble on the floor, trying not to reach for you. “You want to touch so badly, don’t you?”

He nods, eyes glassy, lips wet with your slick.

You tilt your hips forward and smother him fully.

His moan is strangled now—deep and helpless. His tongue is fast, lapping and sucking and groaning into your pussy lips melodically.

You stay there. Grinding hard until your thighs shake and your orgasm crests and he’s gasping for air between licks.

And even when it hits, when your moans get high and tight and your hands dig into his chest for balance, you don’t let him up.

You ride through it. Overstimulate him with nothing but your cunt on his tongue and the power he’s always thought belonged to him, now crumbling beneath your thighs.

He drinks greedily from your pussy lips, savoring every drop of your release that spills out onto his face and onto his tongue.

When you finally pull back, his face is soaked and his eyes are dazed.

“Baby—” he croaks.

You place a finger on his lips.

“Not yet,” you whisper. “I’m not done with you.”

His breath is hot against your finger, lips parting like he might protest—but the look in your eyes keeps him obedient.

You trail that finger down Seunghyun’s chin, across his flushed throat, then lower, slowly unbuttoning his shirt one by one. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, still panting, lips wet with your slick.

“I bet you thought you were going to wreck me tonight,” you hum, slipping the shirt open and running your palms over his chest. “Thought I’d be begging for it.”

He shudders as your nails drag lightly over his nipples. he’s the one trembling now.

You reach for his belt, unbuckle it with unhurried precision. His hips twitch. His cock is straining, visibly rock hard, outlined thick and dripping pre-cum. You palm him once over the fabric of his boxers and he jerks beneath you, letting out the most delicious, strangled moan.

“Fuck,” he gasps and you smile.

“You’re already close, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t answer.

You wrap your fingers around his waistband and tug his boxers down. His cock springs free—stiff, flushed, soaked at the tip, twitching against his stomach.

“Baby…” you whisper, leaning in close. “You’re so hard. You’ve been like this since the gallery, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut like it embarrasses him to admit it.

You kiss the base of his cock, then drag your tongue slowly up the side, pausing just before you reach the head.

“You were such a good boy with your mouth, think you deserve a little reward.”

His hips buck and he hisses the second you take him into your mouth.

Not all the way—just the tip, lips barely wrapped around it, tongue teasing the slit. It hurts.

You suck once. Gentle. Cruel.

Then you pull back.

He looks devastated.

“Let me fuck you,” he whispers.

“Oh, no,” you purr, tracing your fingertips down the underside of his cock. “We’re not there yet.”

You wrap your hand around him firm, steady and start to stroke.

Not fast. Not enough. Just enough to make him suffer.

He tries to thrust into your hand and you tighten your grip. His whole body tenses, catching onto your game.

You bend down again, tongue flicking the head, then dragging wetly around the tip in slow, messy circles. Your other hand trails down to Seunghyun’s thighs, pressing his legs open wider.

He’s panting now. Moaning every few seconds, he’s trying not to fall apart but he’s failing desperately. His legs are shaking, hips continuously twitching up for anything more than what you’re giving him.

“Fuck, princess—I—shit—don’t stop!”

You slow down.

He chokes on a gasp and you smirk against his cock.

“I thought you were in charge, Seunghyun,” you whisper. “What happened to all that confidence?”

He looks up at you, wrecked and his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.

“You,” he gasps, “You happened. You’re driving me fuckin’ mad—”

You stroke him faster for three seconds—and then stop completely.

Seunghyun cries out, hands flying to his face. he needs something to hold onto or he swears his dick will fall off.

You lean over him again, whispering into his ear.

“I want to see you beg.”

He shakes his head, barely.

You sit back, lick your palm, and wrap it around his cock again. You start stroking him—slow at first, then fast, mean, tight.

He whimpers. Moans. His hips are bucking out of control now. His cock is leaking, twitching with every pass of your hand.

“Say it,” you murmur. “Say please, or I’ll stop.”

He shakes his head again—but it’s weaker this time.

You suck on the tip once, pop off with a soft ‘pop’ and then drop your hand entirely again.

“Say it.”

“I cant—”

“Say it.”

He looks at you, broken.

And then, in a voice that sounds nothing like the Seunghyun who first walked into that art gallery with you, he obeys.

“…Please.”

You hum, satisfied.

But you still don’t give him what he wants.

Instead, you wrap your hand back around his cock and stroke him again—but ridiculously quick this time. Not a rhythm meant to bring him complete pleasure—just a tease. A taunt. A reminder that his release belongs to you now.

“Jagiya!—” he whines, trying to thrust up into your hand. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

His whole body arches off the floor. A sound escapes his throat—somewhere between a sob and a growl—and his fists pound once against the floor.

“You don’t get to come until I say so, be good and hold on for me.” you spit onto the head of his cock and press your thumb into it. He moans, body buzzing from the constant orgasm denial.

You shift upward now, straddling him suddenly with your inner thighs clamping firmly around his now trapped erection. His hands instinctively grip your hips, sucking in a sharp breath as he does so.

His dick presses between the slick mess of your folds and he twitches, hips stilling as he fights not to thrust mindlessly between your legs. His self-control is admirable yet shallow, like one movement could snap it completely.

You whimper, your chest brushing his.

“You want to fuck me now?” you ask, your voice a whisper at his ear.

He groans, nodding against your shoulder. “So bad, please…”

“Then use my thighs first.”

You flex your thighs tighter around him and rock your hips once, grinding your slick pussy against the length of his cock.

Seunghyun fucks up into the space you’ve given him—slow at first. You sit back, letting him work. His cock drags through your folds perfectly, head catching on your clit with every motion. It makes you gasp,

“There we go…” you praise, “K-keep going.”

His fingers dig into your waist as you rock back against him. A strangled groan rips from his throat, his cock jerking violently between the fat of your thighs.

Pre-cum leaks out onto your skin as he starts to desperately hump upwards into your grinding motions.

He’s panting now, jaw tight, every motion wet and obscene between your thighs.

“Feels so good,” he chokes. “Love these thighs and this perfect fuckin’ pussy—”

His whimpers become louder and more desperate as he feels your fingers wrapping around his hot, pulsing cock. He watches with tear filled eyes as you pull him towards your dripping entrance, his tip pressing against your hole.

His eyes go wide when he feels it—realizes.

And then you sink down onto him.

A quick, unrelenting push.

He cries out, head thrown back, thighs shaking as you take every inch of him inside you.

“Baby!” Seunghyun’s voice is rough, broken, already unraveling.

He looks up at you with a pleading expression, his cock pulsing inside you “Move... please move,” he begs through heavy breaths.

You start to move—deep, rolling thrusts, grinding down in perfect rhythm, your cunt clenching hard around him every time you sit all the way down.

You reach between your legs, press two fingers to your clit, and let out a pornographic gasp.

He’s barely saying words anymore—just moans, gasps, begging sounds caught in his throat. His eyes roll back when you tighten around him on purpose.

“Please…p-please baby—”

“Do it,” you moan. “Come inside me.”

Seunghyun’s hips jerk up into you the moment you give him permission—sloppy, desperate, completely uncontrolled. Maybe once, maybe twice more before he’s spilling deep inside you, groaning out broken ‘I love yous’ as it fills you.

You ride through it, chasing your own high, until your second high crashes down on you—tight, sudden, thighs trembling as you moan and fall forward onto Seunghyun’s sweaty chest.

Both of you catch your breath, skin flushed and sticky. His hands rest lightly on your hips now—gentle, tentative.

“…I really liked that,” he confesses, his voice deep and hoarse.

You glance down at him, teasing.

“Yeah?”

He nods, cheeks flushed, not quite meeting your eyes. “Like… a lot. You—” He swallows.

“You made me feel so fucking good baby.”

You blush, stroking his damp hair. “You were perfect.”

He lets out a soft chuckle. “I kinda wanna do it again.”

“Right now?”

He flushes deeper. “Not right now. Just—soon…really soon.”

“Don’t worry, next time, I’ll make you beg even prettier.”

Seunghyun’s eyes go wide again, clearly not expecting how much that would affect him. He swallows hard, “I’ll hold you to that.”

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choi su-bong/thanos x ex gf!reader

"Fuck me" you whisper under your breath with obvious annoyance as you spot the familiar shade of purple approaching you, cursing yourself for having such bad luck

The tall boy's grin seemed to widen even more upon hearing your remark

"Gladly" he gleamed with obvious delight which caused your frown to deepen

"Hey boss, you know her?" no. 124, you quickly note his number, says to the boy who stood infront of you

"Hey! Hey! shut up man" su bong, as you know him as rather than his weird nickname thanos, frowns at his team mate (which in your point of view seemed more like his lackey)

Su bong in turn, whips his head towards you with an excess amount of glee in his face to your dismay

"Senorita!" He leans to you "I'm sure you missed me"

"Su Bong-" an irritated expression plants your face which your ex boyfriend quickly recognized as the face you made before you began scolding him

"Hey Hey hey!" He shouts with enthusiasm which causes you to groan much to his enjoyment "It's thanos not su bong. Cmon, you know that baby"

The familiar nickname he called you made you feel like gagging. No one had called you by that awfully cringe nickname ever since you broke up with him when he used up your savings to invest in crypto currency without your knowledge

"What the hell are you doing here?" You ask him as you fold your arms, taking a step back to create some distance between you and your ex boyfriend

"For the same reason you are" su bong takes an immediate step towards you when he sees what you were trying to do

You open your mouth to retaliate, shout, or even scream but su bong beats you to it with widened eyes

"Don't you think it's fate?" He says as he walks behind you, grabbing you by your shoulders while he leans towards your face

"What the hell are you on" you knitted your brows "are you on some kind of drug-"

"I mean" he laughs loudly, causing other people to turn and stare "It's has to be fate or some kinda shit right?"

"Get of your high ass su bong and speak properl-"

He cuts you off again, this time placing his finger in your lips

"thanos. It's thanos baby, you know that" his voice low, if it were anyone else they would have taken it as a threat but instead you just brush his hand away from you, glaring at him

"Whatever, you and your shitty nickname. Just say what you want to and get lost"

Su bong gives as exaggerated sigh "do I really have to spell it for you? You always did like to play hard to get didnt you"

You felt like slapping that cheeky grin away from his face

"All im saying is that it's fate baby!!" he nodds his head with giddiness while punching the air with both his arms

"even the universe wants us to get back together. Why else do you think we would both coincidentally end up meeting eachother in this place?!" He spoke rapidly, fast, almost as if he was rapping

You immediately scoff, which caused his smile to drop in an instead

"Get lost loser" you turn away "Don't you dare talk to me again, i don't talk to bad people like you"

"Hey!" su bong attempts to grab your hand but you flipp him off, showing your middle finger as you walk away from him.

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Nam gyu stood awkwardly next to thanos as he watched the rapper get flipped off, trying to decid on how he should respond in order to make thanos happy

"I guess even winners have to lose some right?"

He recieves a resounding thud in the head by the frowning rapper

"didn't you even pay attention to what they said?!" Thanos shouted with offence

Nam gyu massaged his head with an dumbfounded expression "i dunno boss, that kinda sounded like a rejection to me.."

"You idiot! Wanna get hit again?"

Nam gyu immediately staggered a few steps away from thanos, covering his head with his arms

Thanos took a deep breath, placing his hands in his hips, taking an assertive stance as he laughed. Very loudly.

"She called me a bad person" thanos said in a tone that seemed a bit too optimistic.

Nam gyu couldn't help thinking, isn't being called a bad person a obvious insult?

Thanos quickly noticed his lackeys expression which made his scowl "you really don't understand women do you?"

Nam gyu shook his head fervently as Thanos wore a proud look on his face, his fingers on his temples as he shook his head

"Chicks dig bad guys" he says with cockiness in his voice

"So?"

"So? You asking me So?! Don't you get it!?!" Thanos loops his hand around his lackey as he jumped up and down,

He grinned from ear to ear as he shouted at the top of his voice impulsively

"Holy shit! she still wants me so bad!"

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choi seung hyun/t.o.p selfies • part one