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facioleeknow · 8 months ago

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Dive ° Hwang Hyunjin

After spending years at sea, you thought you had seen everything until one day you saw something that wasn't supposed to exist. And so your life was changed completely.

Genre: Pirate AU, Mermaid AU, fluff, smut 18+ ONLY minors DNI

WC: 3k +

Warnings: pirate captain! reader, pirate! itzy, mermaid/merman! Hyunjin, fighting, weapons and guns, kissing, drowning, dry humping, violence, badass women, monster x human, attempted kidnapping, threatening, let me know if I missed anything

A/N: Inspired by the fantastic work of @skzms . Banner by @strangergraphics .

First meeting

The ship swayed to the rhythm of the ocean, gently and elegantly. The crisp night air filled your lungs and refreshed your spirit.

‘You are going to regret leaving everything here, young lady,’ your mother's words echoed in your head. Since you had run away from home to live at sea, every day had felt like a dream. The thrill of the rush, the unknown, those were all things that you loved and hoped you could experience for a long, long time. Until the ocean had decided your time had come.

A flash of light blinked in the corner of your eyes. You swiftly turned and then gasped at the sight. The vice grip of your fingers on the banister made the wood creak and whine.

A mermaid, or merman, they were so ethereal you couldn't really tell, was taking a peek at you from behind a rock. His jet black eyes and hair and shiny fish-like skin drew you in. Your body pressed against the wooden railing. Your lungs burned and begged for a breath of fresh air, but you just couldn't, you couldn't breathe, you couldn't move, you couldn't speak.

A little pinching pain, little pins prickling, broke the eye contact and the magic between you. A tiny wooden splinter had pierced your skin and a little droplet of blood dripped down your finger and onto the deck of your precious ship.

When you raised your head back again to catch another glimpse at the inhabitant of the sea, they were gone without noise, just like they appeared.

Hyunjin had never seen such a creature before. Human, he believed they are called. He had almost thought that his friend Seungmin had lied to him, he was known for causing a little mischief, but he hadn’t and you were the tangible evidence. Humans, if that was actually their name, were strange; no fins, no tail, no scales, no gills and they had hair! on their arms, not only on their heads!

Strange, strange creatures, but still, when he had laid eyes on you, he had thought he had never seen a more beautiful being. His heart beat fast against his ribs as he swam to the seabed, his home. Did humans have luring ability like mermaids and sirens? Because if so, he was sure you had used his powers on him. Why else would he feel so attracted to you?

The intervention

“Are you sure we must leave now?”

The storm blew strong all around you. The sky looked sad and angry, the palm trees whipped around and snapped under the enormous force of the wind. The howling was so intense and strong that your crew could barely hear your words.

“Yes, it will only get worse. See the clouds up there?” Lia, your navigator, pointed at the right corner of the sky, to you it looked as bad as the rest of the sky but you were sure she was seeing something.

“We should wait it out! We can stay on the island,” Chae, another member of your crew, screamed over the overbearing noise.

“No, we can’t, we’ll be stuck here for days and the marines are too near. Besides, I’m pretty sure that in the open sea it won’t be as bad,” Lia barked back. Judging by her tone, there was no arguing with her, not this time. Chae glared at her, but deep down knew what she was suggesting was the best option; highly dangerous but the best.

“Stop it, both of you. Gather your things and load them into the boats, it’s an order from your captain,” you tried to sound as stern as possible. Fighting with your girls wasn’t something that you enjoyed, and you were sure that they didn’t enjoy it either, but you knew what a captain had to do and you wouldn't have stepped up if you weren’t ready for the hardships. Chae and Lia immediately quieted down, Yuna and Ryujin had stayed silent through it all.You turned to your second in command, Yeji.

“You get one of the boats, I get the other one. We gotta be as quick as possible.” Yeji just nodded and ran towards one of the lifeboats where two of the crew were.Once the small boats were out of sand and into the water, everybody got in except you and Yeji who still had some heavy work to do, to prevent the boats from getting stuck into the wet sand. The waves were high, higher than you had anticipated, and strong; so strong you had to hold onto the boats for dear life.

“Yeji, get into the boat, I’ll do the final push by myself.”

“But-” Yeji tried to argue, you had never seen her that worried.

“This is an order from your captain, remember that you are the second in command so your first thought should always be the crew.” You could see her battle against her sense of authority, you were her captain but also her friend; instead of talking back like Ryujin or Chae would’ve done she pursed her lips and gripped your hand tightly, and then jumped on the boat.

The waves stood tall and angry in front of you, the sea looked like a stranger: gray and white unlike the usual blue, sparkly water.

“Captain, please, get on the boat,” Yuna the youngest member of your crew pleaded.

“Yuna, you know that if I stop pushing the boats right now, we’ll only be overwhelmed by the waves. Look ahead.”

After pushing the two small boats full of people for what seemed like forever, you stopped. The water lapped at your chest, the boat would have had no problem continuing on to your ship. A sudden colossal wave towered over you and you barely had the time to look Yeji in the eyes before it overwhelmed you.

Air came out of your lungs at a concerning speed, a mixture of sand and foam made seeing where you were going an impossible feat. Your eyes started to feel heavier and heavier until you blacked out.

When you came to, you were on one of the small boats with your crew, at the corner of your eyes you saw a glimmer of fish scales and dark hair. Drifting in and out of consciousness, you didn’t even realize when the girls dragged you on the ship, The Pearl, and then to your cabin. Behind your eyelids you could still see the pearly light blue scales of your saviour.

Hyunjin was worried. Seungmin had told him that humans couldn’t breathe underwater, it didn’t make sense for you and your other humans to go near the sea when it was this angry and swollen. He could see you talking, almost fighting with your friends and then pushing the small boats by yourself. He knew you had no hope of succeeding, not when his house looked menacing even to him. He dived. When he got underwater, you had already been taken by the currents. Hyunjin swam as fast and as hard as he could, until his fingertips could grace your skin and his hands could close against your limbs. When he came in contact with your skin, he felt his body tingle, a sensation of warmth and safety spread through him.

He clutched you to his chest and hoped you hadn’t been in the water for too long. He was fast, one of the fastest inhabitants of the ocean, so reaching the little boat and depositing you there without being seen was a very easy task. He watched and watched until he saw you open your eyes and sputter out an alarming amount of water. You were alive.

He dived again and swam straight down with a precise location in mind.

“Seungmin, teach me the human language.”

First words

“Let’s dock here for the night, I don’t want to steer too far from the route we decided on,” your navigator was strict when it came to following the agreed path, so no one had the guts to protest, even if it set you back a few hours.

“There are a few rocks there, we should drop the anchor. We're not too close to the shore, they won't see us,” Ryujin grumbled, already with a rope in her hands, ready to tie up the sails.

“So, there’s something else on your mind besides your swords,” Chae giggled, mocking her friend. Ryujin scoffed but looked at Chae with an amused glint in her eyes.You just watched from afar; those girls had gone through hell, the sea had strengthened them in the worst way possible. But here they were still joking around with each other.

Once the Pearl was settled, in the distance between the rocks you saw the familiar glimmer of scales.

Everytime he laid his eyes on you Hyunjin had felt like his breath was stuck in his lungs, like that one time when one triton had messed with his gills. He watched you descend from the ship and onto the slippery rocks he laid his torso on.

“I won’t hurt you,” you whispered sweetly. He was now glad that he had pestered Seungmin to learn the human language, he could understand you and he could hear your voice up close. He felt like he was in a land of dreams.

“I…am …Hyunjin,” the language felt weird in his mouth but when he talked your eyes lit up so prettily that he didn’t care how unharmonious it sounded.

“I’m Y/N. Hyunjin is a nice name.”

His name on your tongue tasted like honey and milk and sounded even more luscious. He was glad he went to the dry world because he was curious. Now he had discovered his own treasure.

Roles reversed

Being on an island full of pirates was never something any of your crew enjoyed, and when said island was full of slimy disgusting men it was even worse. The way they looked at the waitresses at the inn, the way they talked about them when they thought they weren't listening, it made bile rise to your mouth. Unfortunately everybody needed supplies for the journey and pirate islands were the safest since there weren't any navy posts.

Chae and Ryujin appeared from behind a bush and on the shore, you had instructed everyone to sneak around. A woman, even an armed one, was never safe in the company of men. They were scowling.

“I see I'm not the only one this island has put in a bad mood,” you half joked.

“Let's just go,” Chae, not one to usually talk back to her captain, murmured. Oh she was definitely in a bad mood.

Getting all of the supplies into the small boats was easy, but there was this urgency that nobody could shake off. Everybody knew what happened to most women pirates. Just as you were about to push your only means of transport to your ship off the shore, something caught your attention. A voice, male one and judging by the tone it wasn't anything good.

“This one is worth a lot of money, John, I tell you.”

“I thought mermaids were extinct.”

“Apparently not.” The men laughed like one of them had said the funniest joke ever heard on planet earth.

At the word mermaid, your head shot up. It couldn't have been, but what if it was?

“Yeji, Ryujin, come with me. Chae stay with others.”

Chae straightened her posture and grabbed her sword while the other two were at your side in mere seconds. You dived into the bush again, the element of surprise was always a good thing and assessing the situation and surroundings was a must when you got into a fight with a pirate. The men weren't far from you, it only took a few steps.

Your fingers tightened around your pistol; Hyunjin laid on the ground, bound and scared.

“Fuck,” you whispered. With just a few gestures you instructed your women on what to do, you had done plenty of ambushes. The darkness was a pleasant advantage, a way of Mother Nature of saying ‘I'm on your side, child’. It all happened in a second and by the time the man closest to you had noticed you, Ryujin’s blade was already uncomfortably close to his throat. His mate’s hands shot to his pistols but he froze instantly.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” Yeji came out of the darkness, rifle pointed at him. You stepped out as well and with a knife in your hand, you made your way to Hyunjin. The knots were tied poorly by clearly drunken hands and they came undone in seconds.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” you exclaimed without even looking at the pirate in front of you, “ Yeji is the best sniper of the whole sea, you'd be dead before even taking out your pistol.”

When you looked up, the man gulped and visibly started shaking. He knew who you were.

“I suggest you run away now while you still have legs.” The men scrambled away from your weapons and off into town. Your eyes landed back on Hyunjin again.

“Captain..” Yeji started.

“Thank you,” Hyunjin croaked.

“Do you need help?” Your fingers wrapped around his and squeezed.

“No, I will be fine. You and your companions have my deepest gratitude.”

Exploration

Since you had saved him, Hyunjin had gotten closer to you, both physically and emotionally. He was less careful, he was starting to trust you. Maybe what his preceptor said about humans was wrong, maybe they were not all bad. Some of them were good, he was sure of it, and you were one of them.

That day the merman had followed you everywhere, from the moment you had stepped foot on the island to when all of your companions had entered a mysterious building, leaving you to yourself. All alone. Hyunjin went back into the water and swam to the nearest creek. You had a routine every time you stayed on an island: he would follow you to ensure you were safe then you would meet at a creek or on the beach and talk for hours until you fell asleep together on the sand.

The small pond was beautiful, the water shone and twinkled with the light of the moon. Your skin looked soft, Hyunjin wanted to wrap himself around you and lose himself until there was no him, only you.

Hyunjin looked breathtaking under the light of the moon. His scales looked iridescent and glittery. Until then you had never thought about the difference in species between you two, but in that moment under the light of the moon, you were sure that he wasn’t human. Such a beautiful creature could have only existed inside the most beautiful of dreams.

That night was different from the others, there was a certain something that hung in the air; maybe it was the coming of the spring or maybe it was the insane beauty you were witnessing, but your skin felt hot to the touch and inside your stomach pooled different emotions that you hadn’t felt in many years. Without even realizing your clothes slipped off you body, undone by your own hands and fell to the floor. Hyunjin was staring at you, at your exposed skin; his eyes didn’t stop for an instant.

When your feet touched the water you gasped, it was cool and refreshing but you longed to feel some other type of sensation. Like two magnets attracted to each other you and the mermaid embraced one another. You lips found his in an instant, Hyunjin was clumsy but after a mere few seconds he proved himself the fastest learner on the planet. His tongue was colder and longer than a humans, and while it danced with yours you couldn’t help but think what it would feel like on your pussy, lapping at your folds.

After a few seconds of heavily making out, you separated, both of your breaths heavy and ragged. In the midst of the heat of your kiss, you had started to gently but rhythmically move your hips up and down. Hyunjin’s scales felt cool and smooth on your clit, a little slimy too, but you didn’t mind. It felt too good and you never wanted it to stop.

“Oh, Hyunjin, you feel so good,” you threw your head back while you moaned. The half human took the opportunity to place a tentative kiss on your neck and when you keened and sped up your movements on his tail he placed his mouth at the base of your neck and licked a long strip of skin.

Your clit bumped against something big and hard and Hyunjin let out a strangled moan. He had never felt like that, not even when during lonely nights he had teased his cock through his slit. You were warm and slippery, way better than his hands, your breasts pressed against his chest. Your nipple rubbed against his.

Both of your highs fastly approached, you were strung up because of the life of a pirate and Hyunjin was very inexperienced.

Your mingled breaths bounced off the sides of the creek. The place became hotter and hotter until both of you wailed and shook when you came to your highs.

You loosely wrapped your hands around Hyunjin and buried your face in his neck. His presence was comforting even if the water was starting to get cold. He clutched you to his chest and started humming a sweet melody.

Satisfied and loved you closed your eyes and let the siren song lull you to sleep.

Forever

The sun shone brightly on the deck of your ship while Hyunjin laid sprawled on the damp wooden deck. He had waited for you for more hours than he could count but apparently being a captain was more demanding than he thought.

“I am here, my love.” You laid on the floor next to him.

“I have something for you, my little human.”

Hyunjin extended a closed fist towards you, his eyes twinkled full of expectation. Then he opened his hand. A round sparkly pearl laid in the middle of his palm, a delicate little chain wrapped around it.

“We are forever my little human.”

“Forever, my love.”

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nicngyu · 3 months ago

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smau ; right place, wrong person.

thirty-seven. MY Y/N IS BEOMGYU'S Y/N

pairing ; idol!beomgyu x gn!reader

summary ; in which a failed proposal at a txt send-off leads y/n to beomgyu, who can't help but meddle a little bit.

author's note ; i have formulated a whole universe for my next smau(s) i'm so excited to start it, should i post the masterlist?

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coupsie-daisies · 1 year ago

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Kinktober '23: Pussy Eating | Kim Taehyung

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), friends to lovers

Summary: Getting high with Taehyung was a very common occurrence. Him getting jealous and eating you out while you're high off your ass is most definitely not

WC: 3.3k

Warnings: Explicit use of weed, shotgunning, oral (fem receiving), mentions of alcohol maybe, overstimulation if you squint, multiple orgasms, jealousy, Jungkook is touchy when he's high

A/N: Self indulgence at its finest. Let me know what you think, reblogs and comments are appreciated!!

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts // @brownieracha // @ferrethyun // @snow-pegasus // @wonuqrtz // @mixling-blog // @wonwooz1

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You didn't like parties. They were loud, and every surface was contaminated with some sort of inexplicably sticky...something. But you did like getting high, and you especially liked getting high with your favorite smoking buddy. Unfortunately for you, that generally meant crashing one of Hoseok's parties on the weekends and pushing your way through sweaty crowds and spilled drinks to find him.

So yet again, here you were, wasting a Saturday evening as you stepped through the doors of Hoseok's unreasonably large house. You knew his family had money, but was it necessary to flaunt it all the time? The music was heavy, and the haze of smoke filled the room as soon as the door swung open to welcome you in. It wasn't Hoseok that opened it, instead you found a glaringly sober Yoongi standing there with an exhausted look on his face. He didn't like these parties either, but he loved Hobi, so you supposed he ended up getting roped into them for the same reasons you did.

His expression changed to one of relief when he saw you, welcoming you inside and closing the door behind you.

"Didn't think you were coming tonight," He said, leaning closer to you to be heard over the music. He guided you through the crowd with a barely there hand on your back. You shrugged.

"Didn't plan on it, but I had a shit week and I'm out. Gonna steal some of Tae's good stuff," You said. Yoongi nodded knowingly. You tried really hard to keep your feelings to yourself. After all, Taehyung wasn't the settling down sort. He wasn't a manwhore like people seemed to think, but he made it exceedingly clear that he wasn't ready to be tied down, and as his friend first and foremost, you respected that.

"He was out back last time I saw him," Yoongi said. "Do you want me to look for him?"

You shook your head, giving Yoongi a half hug before parting ways and diving even deeper into the crowded sitting room. You could see the beer pong table set up in the corner like always, spying Seokjin and a few of his friends gathered around it, clearly a couple of rounds deep. You decided to avoid that chaos, making straight for the kitchen, and squeezing out onto the patio past the couple that decided that the doorway was the perfect place to suck face.

Even though you'd only been in the house for a matter of minutes, the warm summer air was a welcome sensation, freeing you from the stuffy, alcohol fumed house. You scanned the yard, spotting Taehyung and Jungkook with a handful of others over by the pool. You didn't want to interrupt, and fully considering saying fuck your goals of getting high off your ass in the guest bedroom and just going home. But then he saw you, and his flirty smirk turned into a full bodied grin. He waved you over, and then it was over. Your legs were moving before you could even try to argue. You'd never been good at arguing with him anyway.

He slipped out of the way, making space between himself and Jungkook for you to settle between them. The younger boy grinned, wrapping an arm around you in a half greeting, clearly having already indulged in something or other to loosen him up. Then he was back to flirting with the pretty girl beside him, arm falling to half sit on your waist. You disregarded it, knowing how he was when he was intoxicated.

"You said you weren't gonna come," Taehyung said, immediately passing you the half burnt joint he'd been puffing off of. You took a hit before answering, letting the smoke curl in your lungs and re-introducing yourself to that familiar burn before letting it out again.

"Didn't plan on it. But I'm out of weed, and you're here, so it's not like I had anything better to do." You said. You tried to pass back his joint, but he just waved it off, and you took that as permission to keep going. By the time it was gone, you could already feel your body relaxing, your mind slowing down just the way you liked.

"Well, it's a good thing you came. I was gonna be bored if you didn't. Thought I was gonna have to come to your house after this,"

You rolled your eyes.

"Like I'd let you in, high as hell at four in the damn morning." You scolded him. You could feel your body giving out on you, letting you lean slowly towards Jungkook who was so far gone he didn't even notice. But that meant Taehyung was getting further away. Or it should have, but maybe he was shifting with you, moving until your hips were pressed together, until he was slinging your legs over his lap. That was nice.

"You would. You always let me in." He said. If you were sober, maybe you would have been mad that he'd call you out on your absolutely whipped behavior, but you weren't sober, and it was so much harder to stay mad at him when you were high. He just looked so pretty through your hazy eyes, dark curls around his head like a halo, and big brown eyes that you got so lost in.

"Yeah, maybe. But only you." You confessed, a bout of giggles bursting out afterwards. When had he lit up again? You pouted. "I want some,"

He took a hit, holding out his hand. You took it and let him pull you up. Then his face was getting closer to you, and you almost started away, but his hand was behind your head, pressing you closer. His lips slotted over yours. The hand that had been steadying your head came down, stroking his fingertips along your jaw, then thumbing at your bottom lip, guiding your mouth open. You closed your eyes, letting him exhale the smoke past your lips, slowly breathing it in.

When he pulls away, it feels like all the air in your lungs has been sucked out, and you're not sure if it was from him or the smoke. You let it out again, closing your eyes and trying in your fogged up brain to process what just happened. He was touchy when he was high, overly affectionate and maybe even clingy, but you'd never shotgunned before, never been that close to tasting him. It was fucking with your head. But then he was letting you go, and you leaned back against Jungkook again and the moment had passed. You were too high to notice the way his eyes flicked to his best friend, who was too high to think much about the way he was touching you. Jungkook reached around you again, an arm around your waist, slipping against the skin where your shirt had ridden up ever so slightly. The touch made you jolt, eyes opening again before you giggled and relaxed.

Taehyung, however, couldn't relax. Well, not really. No more than the two joints were letting him. He had thought you'd been getting his hints, that you were reciprocating. But there you were, high off of his shit, and cuddled up to his best friend as if he wasn't the one who you spent all your time with. Taehyung wasn't a jealous person, not really, but sometimes it would bubble deep in his stomach, and rise in his throat and make him feel sick. Only sometimes, and always with you. He stood up, not saying a word to anyone as he headed for the house. He didn't really have a plan, maybe grab a drink? Even though he really wasn't a fan of being crossed. It didn't matter, he just needed to get away.

You felt him move beside you, heard the sound of his footsteps walking away. And as if on instinct, driven by something deeper than conscious thought, you flung yourself to your feet, knocking Jungkook's hand away. He looked at you, but he didn't say anything, just went back to his conversation. The first few steps you took felt as if the world was shifting ever so slightly under your feet, but you caught your balance fast.

"Tae," You called out to him, but he didn't look back, so you called him again. "Taehyung, wait a second."

He didn't. He was a good few strides ahead of you, being swallowed up by the crowd. You huffed, pressing back into the overheated, crushing crowd of bodies in search for him. He never left you like that, especially not at parties. He knew you hated them. Knew you only ever came for him in the first place.

The music was making your brain vibrate in your head, and you had to blink a few times to register the faces in front of you, but before you knew it, there was Yoongi, still looking sober and bored and leaned up against the wall.

"Hey, did you see Tae?" You asked, reaching out for his arm. He wordlessly pointed towards the stairs, and your questions were answered. You thanked him, or at least you thought it, and then you were hauling yourself up the stairs.

It was quieter upstairs. Most people moved towards the basement instead of the upper levels, leaving the personal rooms alone. Only your friend group tended to come up here during the parties. You knocked on Hobi's bedroom door, then opened it to find it empty. The bathroom door was wide open, and empty, so you moved on to the guest room. You knocked, but again there was no answer. You tried the door handle. Locked.

"Taehyung," You whined, knocking on the door again. You could hear the shuffle of the bedding. "Open the door. I don't wanna stand up anymore."

You could see his shadow under the door as he came over, then the lock clicked and it swung open. He had the cutest pout on his face, and you were overwhelmed by the longing to kiss it away. You gathered up all of the self control that you had to not do that.

You didn't speak, just used the weight of your body to nudge him out of the way, pressing your entire self against him until he gave way and you both stumbled in the door with a burst of stifled giggling. You flopped back onto the bed and waited for him to sit down beside you.

"Why did you run away?" You asked, closing your eyes. He didn't answer right away, just traced his fingers against the skin of your forearm. You let him, let each movement sink beneath your skin and join the quiet hum that your body always seemed to let off when he touched you.

"You were with Jungkook. Gave you space," He answered. You opened your eyes, giving him a confused glance.

"I came for you. I always do." You told him. It wasn't like he didn't know that. He must have known the power he held over you, the power he'd held for so long that you couldn't even remember when it started. No, your Taehyung wasn't stupid.

There was another long pause as he laid down beside you, arm slinging heavy over your waist and pulling you closer to him. You turned your head, your noses brushing and his big brown eyes trained on your face. You couldn't breathe then, and you weren't sure if that was the proximity or the way the weed was weighing down your entire body.

"I don't like when other people touch you," He said, shifting so he could prop himself up on his elbow, his face hovering over yours. You watched his gaze drop to your lips, then climb back up to your eyes. "And you were just letting him. Should have been me. Always should be me,"

You couldn't fight off the impulses any longer, your self control slipping through your numbed fingertips, and then you were pulling him down to kiss him. His lips were softer than you imagined, and you could taste the warmth of him under the heady layer of smoke on his tongue. He kissed you back as if it were the last thing he'd ever do. His hand gripped at your waist, pressing you closer to him as he devoured your mouth. It was hungry, but lazy, slow licks and presses of his lips and the occasional suck against your tongue or your lip until you had to pull away. Your mind was fogged up, and you felt dizzy as you tipped your head back against the pillows.

Taehyung couldn't seem to leave his mouth idle, leaning down to suck a mark into the sensitive spot under your jaw. Then he was just kissing your skin, tongue gliding against the skin and swallowing down the closeness you were sharing. His hand didn't move, anchoring you to him and keeping the both of you grounded in the moment.

"Tae," You whined, guiding his mouth back up to yours and he was happy to give you more. You moved your hands down, pushing and tugging at his shirt enough to move it up his stomach, then your hands roamed beneath it, tracing the planes of his stomach, up his chest. He hissed when your fingertips carved slow circles around his nipples.

"Sensitive," He muttered against your lips, and you hummed your acknowledgement, teasing them anyway and soaking up the low hums and moans he let out. It didn't last as long as you wanted, especially considering that feeling the way his body reacted to you was something you'd be more than happy to spend days doing. He sat up, pulling his shirt over his head and then helping you take yours off in turn. His stared at you, eyes dark and heavy as he admired you. Then he was taking your bra off, then stripping your bottom half. Despite the desperation that was so evident in his actions, every move was slow, unhurried, until you were bare underneath him.

His lips spread slow and steady into a grin, and you laughed, the sweetest sound to his ears.

"Can I touch you now?" He asked. You nodded, guiding his large hands back to your skin and letting him explore. He ran them up your stomach, then down to your hips, kneading at your thighs and pushing them open to expose your core to him. He groaned, a look of pure disbelief taking over his face for a moment before he was touching you. There was very little wind up, but he took his time once his fingers brushed against your already glistening folds.

He stroked up and down your pussy, letting his thumb press between your lips to gather more of your arousal. He dragged it over your clit, reveling in the broken sounds you made, in the way your hips pressed closer without even realizing it. He rubbed slow, steady circles on it. Not nearly fast enough, but not slow enough to stop the steadily building need.

"Taehyung," You gasped out, lost in the feeling of him familiarizing himself with your body.

"Say it again," He said, voice lower than you'd heard it and zapping through you like a shockwave. "Say my name again."

"Taehyung," You whined again, this time pressing your hips harder into his touch, rocking against his fingers and moaning at the feeling. Taehyung gave you exactly what you wanted, pinning your hips down and rubbing your clit harsher.

"Again,"

"Taehyung," This time it was a full bodied moan, louder than you really realized, not that you cared. He grinned, shifting so he was laying between your thighs.

"Gonna make you scream my name, yeah? Gonna make you feel so good, promise."

He kissed at your thighs, mouth dragging up one, then down the other while his fingers continued to build you up. You melted into the bed, year hand curling into his hair and giving it the slightest tug. He grunted softly, nipping at the skin of your thigh and then dragging his tongue over it to soothe the sting.

Then his hand was gone, and you almost had enough time to process the loss before his mouth clamped over your pussy, tongue flicking over your clit. You gasped, back arching off the bed before pressing back to roll your hips against his warm mouth.

You hadn't expected this, but you probably should have. It wasn't like you'd never sat through one too many rants from Taehyung about how eating pussy was a dying art, and he was more than happy to single handedly rekindle it. But you had underestimated his skill, the way he found the most sensitive spots to poke, and prod, and suck at. You were dripping, though you couldn't tell if it was from his spit or your own arousal, probably a decent amount of both given the way he was diving into you.

His tongue dipped into your eager hole, his nose bumping against your clit. You wailed, voice too loud and echoing in the room around you, but it didn't matter when all it did was spur him on. Your fingers tugged at his hair, hips grinding into his mouth until you were practically grinding on his face, but he didn't make any move to stop you. He let you use him, let his tongue fuck into your desperate hole, slurping and moaning against you in the filthiest show of desire you'd ever seen.

"Taehyung," You gasped out again, trying to warn him, but he didn't seem to hear, or maybe he didn't care, and your body and mind felt too heavy to try over again so you let your orgasm wash over you, a cry of his name filling the room as your thighs twitched shut around his head. He kept going anyway, palms pressing on the insides of your knees and tongue working your clit in fast, sharp circles. You couldn't tell if your orgasm lasted forever, or if he was able to spiral you into another one in an instant.

His fingers joined the mix, sliding into your pussy to feel the way your walls pulsed and clenched around him, and his entire being was taken over by the taste of you on his tongue, so warm and sweet and driven home by the scent that was surrounding him.

"I can't," You sobbed out, hips wriggling away from him, but he pulled you back to his face. His tongue was slower now, more languid as he cleaned your juices from your core, easy and deliberate and not seeking your pleasure anymore, but seeking just a little more of your taste overwhelming everything else in him. Even still, with the oversensitivity, and the intoxicated, fuzzy state you were still in, it was enough to push you under the waves again. This orgasm was significantly gentler, but it left you dripping and trembling in his hold until he finally sat up.

You blinked at him, trying to see through the film that felt like it had been pulled over your vision. His hair was a mess, his already plump lips swollen from the work they'd put in and glistening with your essence. He smiled, smug and so very satisfied as he crawled up your body to press his lips to yours once, twice, then a third, much longer time. Your hand cupped his cheek, noting how he was still covered in you, until finally he pulled away. He laid down at your side, wiping his face on his arm and then tugging you against him.

"Don't leave me for someone else," He muttered, nose brushing against your neck and breath tickling your skin. You giggled, and then he giggled, and then you were dead serious again.

"I couldn't leave you even if I wanted to. I'm all yours, Tae. For good."

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NEON&VELVET,HHJ [PART ONE]

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x AFAB|Reader

Synopsis: Considered one of the most exclusive clubs in Seoul, some place only the elite are privy to. Hyunjin, one of the top members of the club, has a chance meeting with someone from his past.

Genre: [Eventual] Smut, Acquaintances to lovers

Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. ⚠️ NSFW warnings are under the cut.

Word Count: 7,000+ [Reading time: ~32 minutes]

MINORS DNI

There was no name above the door, just a red, neon, bar of light. Two huge guards were posted out front, and anyone curious enough to try and enter without an invitation might meet their wrath. No one went in without an invitation. There were rumors around town about the people who frequented this place, but no one knew what it really was or how it came to be. Politicians, all types of celebrities, the filthy rich, they all were clientele of this unknown place, but no one was ever lucky enough to catch a glimpse of anyone coming in or going out.

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

NSFW Warnings⚠️: Model!Hyunjin, Dancer!Reader, Mentions of orgies, mentions of bdsm, slight alcohol usage, mentions of being high and drunk (neither of them are actually intoxicated), dry humping, mentions of exhibitionism, slight impact play (just a couple butt smacks, nothing crazy), fingering (not really), Reader is implied to curvier

A.N: Multiple POV changes (usually indicated by a *)

Chapter One: Sight

He watched as bodies gyrated against others, hands touched bare skin, lips crashed against one another. He sat, legs spread, the first few buttons of his silk shirt undone, his body relaxed against the black, velvet cushions on the couch.

The energy was electric and contagious, there was nothing like the view from the owner's suite. He could hear the moans and groans of his friend who were scattered around the room. Many of them were indistinguishable from whatever body they were pleasing or being pleased by.

There had been many who propositioned him, but he seemed to turn down every single last attempt. He was looking for something special. What that was, though, he probably couldn’t articulate, but he knew it wasn’t what was being offered.

Plus, he could get his dick wet anywhere. It didn't need to be here. He closed his eyes, just taking in the atmosphere. He could hear the soft moans of pleasure that were masked under the sensual music being played throughout the club. The room should have reaked pure sex, but the scent being copiously pumped through the ac covered almost all of it.

He wanted to partake, that was his reason for coming here in the first place. But when it came to things of an intimate nature he just couldn’t give himself to anyone. Not when he knew that someone was out there that was made just for him. His perfect partner. His soul mate.

He was a private man, and although this place was not only discrete, but secure, he didn’t want to just fuck anybody. His morals wouldn’t let him go completely wild the way he wanted to. He was a hopelessly hopeless romantic.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed his hands over his trousers. He longed to feel the soft touch of a woman, to hear her purr in his ear as he pleasured her. Just the thought had him straining against his pants.

The music shifted, making him stir. He sat up and the lights changed, the warm hue of the room becoming cold as the light turned down on the stage below.

Some eyes turned towards the stage, at least the ones that weren’t focused so much on a partner or party. The curtains slid open, revealing a lone pole in the center of the stage. His brow twitched as his interests peaked.

He had been fortunate to travel the world and experience many things, but one thing he secretly loved was going to burlesque and strip shows, just to see how they varied from place to place.

There was no intro or announcement, the seemingly young woman just sauntered onto the stage, dragging a long, tulle and fur lined robe behind her. He put his hand up, letting the waiter know to bring him another drink, but he didn’t take his eyes off the stage.

She dropped the robe to reveal the intricately detailed lingerie she had underneath. The nude panels on her panties were trimmed with black lace, the lace garters kept her stockings high.

He trailed down her legs to notice how her stocking gripped her thighs. The six inch heels she had on her feet, giving her the illusion of legs that went onnfor days. Every single thing was in place, every detail looked perfect on her. He leaned forward in his seat, his elbows now on his knees. His long fingers were clasped together as he leaned his chin on the back of his hands; she had all of his attention now.

She grabbed the pole and walked around it, a small smile on her face. That smile sparked a small glimpse of a memory, he had seen this woman before. His brows knit together as he tried his best to figure out where, exactly. There was something that stuck out to him about her, her unwavering confidence. She'd had it since she walked out in stage.

As she started to dance, he started to narrow it down. He had seen a veriation of these moves before. “I can’t believe they got her to come from France for this. Amazing, isn’t she?” The waiter complimented as he sat the drink down in front of the man who seemed to be in awe of the dancer. That's when it dawned on him.

How could he forget? He had met her once before after her burlesque show in France. It stuck out to him because she wasn’t from there and her French wasn’t that good, to put it kindly. But she was a brilliant preformer. Plus her beauty was unmatched, and he had been in the company of sought-after models at the time. She put them to shame.

He put his drink to his lips as a smile formed. He didn’t think it was possible, she looked even better than she did a few years ago. She had filled out a little more and had a healthy weight and glow on her. She wore the clothes now, they no longer wore her. She stuck out now in the best way possible. She was a star then, but now she was the sun.

He kept his eyes on her, they hadn’t left her since she went on stage. She climbed the pole then pushed her legs out diagonal to it, before splitting them into a ‘v’. Her mouth was agape, face and body oozing sensuality and confidence. He couldn't look away, even if he wanted to.

You could feel the burning stare of someone in the crowd, but that was something you had gotten used to over the years. The thing was, you just couldn’t pinpoint where exactly the stare was coming from. You held the pole as you rolled your body down, free hand traveling down your torso to settle over your heat.

Looking out over the piles of people having a go at pleasing each other, but most seemed too preoccupied to notice little old you. You continued on with the routine, climbing the pole once again to do an aeriel invert, the pole turning, helping you with your search.

The hairs on your right arm stood up. The stare seemed to be coming from that side of the room. At least someone was paying attention. Sliding down and off the pole, you crawled on the floor towards that side to get a better look, but still couldn’t see anyone who was looking hard enough to where you could feel their eyes on you.

You shook it off, you didn’t have time to wonder, you were there for work after all. You gave a nod to your manager who stood at the side of the stage, letting her know you were ready for the next prop. Just like that the stage crew was closing the curtain to reset the stage and pull out your next prop.

His body went cold, his face stiffened in panic. Was that it? He sighed, sitting back in his seat, disappointed. He was hoping he could see more of her, seeing that it had been a while since he had last been graced by her impeccable stage presence. She was more than okay for a newbie back then. But by the looks of it, she had trained over the last few years. She deserved to be praised for her performance, awarded even.

He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing the few strands that feel out of place, back. He hadn't even noticed how hard he had become, he was distracted. He ran his hand over the bulge in his pants, she was having an effect on him and she hadn’t even done that much. If only he could have seen her up close.

The annoyance had set it. He wanted- no he needed to see more. The room had become dry to him. The girl just a few steps away from him who was enjoying his friend, her moans had become irksome when just a few minutes ago he seemed to enjoy them. He got up, fixing himself to try and hide the very obvious bunching in his trousers.

Just as he was about to go relieve his current affliction, the curtains opened again. He opted to stay standing, making his way towards the large, tinted, picture window that framed the owners suite. He leaned an arm against it as he peered down towards the stage. There she was again, this time in a change of outfit. The lights showered her in their glow, making her encrusted bodice and the copious amounts of body glitter on her sparkle.

The little flecks of iridescent blue and gold went perfectly with the cream colored corset. Her skirt was made of ostrich feathers and didn’t go any further than the tops of her thighs. She was perched in the center of a glimmering, gold, crescent moon that hung from the catwalk above. It was situated in a pool of aqua blue liquid that also seemed to sparkle a bit too.

Once again he found himself to be entranced by her. Pulled in by her presence. She began by dipping her pointed toes in the liquid, flicking it towards the side of the stage. That same leg pointed out towards the crowd as she turned her body with it.

When her body faced outwards, she dipped both feet in before kicking her legs into full split, water splashing everywhere. He watched with laser focus, as if trying to commit the routine to memory.

She splashed back and forth through the water until she was completely soaked. She shed bits of her costume throughout the performance and now she was down to her corset and thong. It was close to the climax of the act, she had few more moves before she could finally retire for the night.

She sat on the crescent, hands on the pull away part of the corset, sitting mermaid style. She waited a beat before she pulled, exposing her round breasts. Her nipples were covered by pasties made of the same jewels as her corset.

She dipped her body into the water, and came up slow, her body glistening with what could now be seen as glitter from the water as larger chunks of it rained from the sky. She raised both her hands above her head as she posed, the song ended just on time.

She got a few claps from the ones who just so happened to be paying attention, but the reaction was disheartening to say the least. She kept a smile on, despite feeling a little down that only a handful of people really paid attention.

Once the curtain closed her hands fell along with her smile. “Good job.” Her manager clapped as she walked up to help her out the pool. She tucked her tablet under her arm as she extended her hand.

“Oh please, Jinee. Save that for the six people who watched. The rest of the room didn’t even know I was there.” The hurt could be heard in her voice as she stepped down. A robe was quickly thrown over her shoulders to aid her in drying off.

“Six and a half, I saw a guy only half paying attention while he was giving head, if that counts.” The preformer groaned, walking away from the other woman. “I was joking! It was a joke.” Jinee called after her, only for it to fall on deaf ears.

Chapter Two: Opulent

The hustle and bustle backstage made you stop in your tracks. If it wasn’t for the fact that there was no one who looked remotely like you back there, you would have forgotten you weren't back home in France. “Where are we going again?”

Jinee perked up, “To the dressing room, then to the owners box. Someone up there was so awed by your performance that they wanted to meet you.” She plastered on a big smile.

“I was hoping to go back to the hotel-”

Jinee waved you off, “You will, don’t worry. We just need to say a quick ‘hello’, let them praise you for your great show and then we are out of here. Okay?” Jinee nodded hoping it would get the you to go along with her plan.

“Fine. But I will walk out if we aren’t out of here in thirty.”

Your manager gave you a thumbs up. “You got it dude.”

Jinee was a liar. As soon as you both got back to the dressing room she handed you the lingerie from earlier and told you to put it on, heels and all. If it wasn’t for the room being the size of a child's shoebox, you were sure you would have fought her right then and there.

She thankfully gave you time to de-glitter your body and take a shower. You put in you best efforts to stall for time, really dreading having to mingle, keeping up your fake persona after putting on a severely overlooked performance. You reapplied your makeup and blew dry and fixed your hair, leaving it down. You were far too tired to try and tackle that task. At least you'd look the part even if you didn't feel like playing it.

Now you were standing outside the double doors of the Owners suite. The tall wooden doors had ornate gold details all over it, the knobs also had the golden detail on it and looked as if it’d take two hands to open. A large guard stood next to it, stone faced. He towered over you two, but that didn’t scare Jinee one bit. She wasn’t one to scare easily.

She was impatient, tapping her foot, arms crossed over her chest. She just wanted to get this over with. Jinee spoke in Korean to the guard and all he did was simply move to the side and open the door for them. “Enjoy.” He spoke in plain English making the manager scoff and deadpan.

“Well to hell with my Korean, hm? He made me pull out my rusty skills for him to speak English? Not fair.” She pouted, causing you to chuckle.

“Your face was priceless though. When that realization hit….” She laughed a little harder, not noticing your words trail off. She nearly bumped into as you stopped abruptly.

The lounge for the owners suite was glamorous. The flooring was a cream color with big black diamonds that had smaller diamonds inside of them. The walls had a matte black wainscoting with little flecks of gold glitter in it. The sofas were a plush, tufted, black velvet, decorated with fluffy cream colored pillows. Larger pillows were strewn across the floor for use if anyone needed them.

There were rounded, gold, and black chandeliers that hung from the ceiling with crystals that seemed to float from the ends. The bar had a golden glow to it, it seemed to be lined with lights that popped off the black surface. Even the shelves that were lined with bottles seemed expensive with its golden accents.

The room reeked of sex, opulence, and hotel grade scenting being pumped into the large space. “Oh sweet baby Jesus…” Jinee grabbed your hand as she tried to contain her very obvious shock. There was an orgy taking place in the middle of the room. But this was nothing like the one outside. There was a girl suspended from the ceiling in the middle of it, spread wide, gagged and bound while countless others ravaged her exposed body. Hands, mouths, other apengades, and tongues everywhere.

This was where you were assuming all of the top stars were.

You looked to your friend in complete and utter shock. Jinee, who was born in the states, was just as shocked about these findings as you were. Though she frequented her parents' home country a lot as a child, her Korean being barely conversational, she could still recognize a few of the faces in the room. “What the actual fuck, Kim Jinee?” Your eyes were wide, even Jinee didn’t know exactly how to respond.

Downstairs seemed tame in comparison.

This was beyond a culture shock, this was something new and entirely different. All you could do was shake your head while trying to back out of the room. But your manager held your hand tightly while shaking her head wildly. “We-we can’t go yet. Let's just meet him and get-” She stopped mid sentence as a hand snaked around her shoulder.

“I’ve never seen you-” The man hiccupped, his breath smelling of alcohol and cigarettes. Jinee looked as if she would vomit. He leaned his full weight on the small girl, lips and tongue already on her neck, her eyes cried out for help. You were frozen in fear for your friend, grip on her hand tightening as you were about to pull her away. You had to escape.

“Leave.” As she was just about to be pulled away from you, an almost light, honeyed voice interrupted. The man seemed to quickly sober up as he bowed quickly, running away as if he had seen a ghost.

You caught your friend as her knees buckled. Jinee was shaking, she had never been approached that aggressively. “Thank you.” You spoke for your friend as she composed herself. He nodded and lifted his hand, it honestly looked as if someone emerged from the shadows. He spoke something to them in hushed Korean tones and they nodded.

“She is going to take your friend and help her calm down.” Before you could protest Jinee was being whisked off by the lady in black, her hand being pulled from your grip. “Wa-” You spoke, but it was too late.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?” Your friend had just been assaulted by bad breath and aggressive, non-consensual behavior, and you were supposed to just let her be?

“She’ll be taken care of, I promise.”

“I-I’m sorry- but sir, I don’t know you or the person who just took her away. I would like to have my friend back so we can leave as soon as possible, thank you.” You huffed, but it only garnered an open-mouthed smirk from the man, the tip of his tongue jutting out between hip lips.

You were so flustered by the events and environment, that you hadn’t even had a chance to look at the stranger who possibly saved your friend's life. Because whether or not he saved her had still had yet to be determined, in your mind.

“Hyunjin.” He spoke, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Hyun- what? What is that?” You were desperately looking around to see if anyone else was hiding in the shadows, but it was purposely dark in the room. Self consciously holding yourself, making yourself small as to not be noticed by anyone. One small personal space violation was enough for one night.

“My name, it’s Hyunjin. So, now you know me.”

You stopped your search to look at him, “Like hell I do. All that means is that I know your name. That's all.”

His smile grew, “Tell me your name and It’ll make it even.”

Your eyes were back to wandering the room. They lit up as you spotted her friend who was being given water and a place to sit. “De la Rue. Rosalie De la Rue” You spoke without putting much thought into it. This was work, so why not use your stage name?

“Your real name.”

You sighed, ignoring him. “Thank you for your kindness.” That was one of the few things Jinee had taught you to say in Korean, other than a few quick phrases like ‘Where is the bathroom?’, ‘Is this spicy?’ or 'I'm not a prostitute.' Which you needed more often than not.

You were about to leave him standing there when he spoke again, “Didn’t you both come up here for a reason?” You paused at his inquiry, closing your eyes and sighing. Fuck. You thought before turning on your heels.

“You wouldn’t happen to know who called for us, would you?” The corners of your lips curled up as you tried to smile, despite feeling your agitation beginning to increase.

He nodded, sly smirk curling at the corners of his mouth, that damned tongue poking out once again. “I did.”

Your shoulders slumped ever so lightly before straightening out your posture. You regained your composure and put a smile on your face. Performance mode was activated. “I’m so sorry if I came off as rude, sir. I’m just worried about my friend. You understand, right?” You stepped a little closer to him, placing a hand on his bicep. “It’s nice to meet you Hyunjin.”

You extended your other hand to him, only for him to take it and gently kiss the back of it. "Though it may be a pleasure, this isn't our first encounter… Rosalie." You tilted your head, confusion written all over your face.

"It isn't?" You finally took the chance to study his face, only having gotten glances before. He looked as if he stepped right out of some josei manga. Almost princely in a way. Too pretty to be real.

His brows were slightly square but curved and tapered at the end, manicured to fit his face perfectly. His eyes initially came off as cold and sharp, but the longer you looked the more you noticed how they sparkled with warmth, giving the impression that underneath it all, he was kind.

He had a beautifully shaped face, with soft but sharp features. His nose bridge was elevated, something that many people wish they had. His lips were undeniably kissable, pouty and smooth. Perfect. His hair was long and full, it seemed to shine even under the purposely dark lighting of the room.

You'd remember this face if you saw it. "I looked a bit different then. Much skinnier, but my face was fuller, shorter hair…" He trailed off, leaving you to think about it. The image of this lanky model popped into your mind. You met him backstage when you were just apart of an opening act. But it couldn’t be. Could it?

"The model… Chloe's model friend?"

His lip twitched and pulled into a smirk, "So you do remember." You could hear the relief in his voice.

It all came flooding back to you. "Oh wow you do look…" Your eyes scanned over his body. His chest was out from the buttons he had undone. The thin silver chain on his neck glistened under the dim, amber lighting.

The silk shirt he wore hung slightly at the back and sides while the front was tucked into his pants, despite being slightly unbuttoned at the top and bottom. It had a silky, crocodile-like material, and even in this dim light you could make out the defined abs he had beneath it.

Your eyes traveled down his long legs adorned by black slacks, to his bare ankles, and most notably his Versace derby shoes. You chuckled, he had changed quite a bit from what you could remember. Especially his style. Though his looks had always been striking, he definitely stuck out more now than he did then.

“....Different… “ You nodded, realizing that you’d been staring for way too long. He studied your face, your eyes darted around, looking any way but in his direction.

“I hope that different is a good different…”

Your eyes finally settled on his, but you quickly looked away. “Yeah..most.. definitely.”

You swallowed hard, so hard that even with all the sounds that were going around in the room it could still be heard. He leaned in close as if he was going to reveal a secret. His scent encapsulated you, the warm, vanilla and rose scent danced its way into your nostrils. You let out a soft moan, almost incapable of holding it back.

He chuckled lightly, “Don’t be nervous, just pretend like we're old friends.” His voice seemed sweeter than it already was. Like it was drenched in chocolate and honey, and that confused you. Your senses were already in overload from the things going on that surrounded the both of you. From his scent to his attire that fit his perfect body, to the sound of his voice, it was all sending your mind into overdrive.

“Friends…”

If you knew one thing, you didn’t want any friends that looked like him. That could prove dangerous, for both of you.

Chapter Three: Expectation

“Old friends, seeing that we met years ago at this point.” He nodded, “Unless, you want to remain strangers.” He tilted his head a bit, hair falling in front of his eyes, a small grin on his face, and that stupid tongue of his making itself known. Since you had gotten here, he hadn’t stopped smiling. Something about your presence kept his lips curled up into a smile

“No, no. I could use a friend.” You looked over in the direction Jinee was in, only to see her chatting it up with some random, shredded, shirtless, actor looking guy. You groaned, rolling your eyes. You were never leaving this place.

“Care to sit? It looks like you will be here for a while.” You nodded only to immediately shake your head no.

You leaned in. It was your turn to tell a secret. “People have sex on these couches.” He laughed out loud, causing a few of those people to look at him strangely.

“They do. But not on the one I was sitting on.” He whispered back, sending chills up your spine. He put his hand out for you to take it, and surprisingly, you did. More out of fear of being swept up in all that was going on.

You both took a seat on the couch he had previously occupied. You scooted close unknowingly, just to avoid the scene that was taking place too close to your feet. His arm was on the back of the sofa, legs spread wide but comfortably.

“I sense that you don’t frequent places like this.”

Heat creeped to your cheeks, “Is it that obvious?”

He nodded, “It’s not a bad thing, so don’t worry. You could be like me, frequenting, but not taking part in anything.” Your brows knit into a frown.

“So you watch, but you don’t play…” You looked around, “Are you a masochist? Because that sounds… and looks like torture.” Your eyes darted towards his crotch, just to dart away just as quickly. You caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants and immediately felt embarrassed about it.

“Some days it's bad, some days I’m okay. I was okay today until someone decided to perform.” You looked shocked. At least someone liked your performance. That brought your total up to one person.

“You are great on stage. There is a magnetism about you, I couldn’t look away.” You accidentally looked into his eyes as he spoke. They looked like endless pools of dark, rich coffee. Hypnotizing. You felt like you were trapped in the spider's web, and anything he asked you to do, you'd be compelled to do it.

"Thank you.. is that what you wanted us to come up here for?" Your voice was soft, somewhat nervous. He almost couldn't hear you. But the way he stared intently at your lips helped him to decipher quickly what you were saying.

"No, I wanted to see you up close.” His eyes traveled down your body, then back up again. Taking in every curve and dip of your smooth skin. “To see if you were just as beautiful as I remember.” You swallowed hard yet again, tongue darting out to wet your dry lips. “You are. It seemed impossible, but you might be even more captivating now.”

You couldn’t knock the nervous feeling you felt. Your cheeks heated up, and you tried to look away, but it seemed like you were glued in place. You couldn’t run. “Th-thank you.” Your eyes finally peeled away, but they immediately went straight to his crotch once again.

You groaned, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. His voice alone was enough to flood your basement. Him being this complimentary was making things far worse. “Get yourself together, Y/n.”

Your tone was hushed, but his ears perked up at the unknowing admission. “So that’s your name.”

You looked up, not realizing you had said it aloud, “Ah- yeah.” You nodded. You tried your best to keep work and personal life separated. You were Rosalie on stage, and Y/n any other time you weren't working. Which wasn't often these days, you were constantly working.

He couldn’t help the smile on his face. “Y/n.” Your name oozed off his lips like the empitomization of sex. It sounded a lot more erotic than anyone had ever made it sound. “It’s pretty. Fitting.”

You looked away and murmured a big ‘Oh my gosh,’ but turned back to him, trying to make herself seem unphased.

“Thank you. I try to keep up with appearances, so I usually use my stage name in situations like this. But I guess because you're familiar. A friend of a friend of sorts.. I guess it just slipped out…...” You started to ramble, “So yeah, is it hot in here to you?” You reached down to fan yourself with your shirt, forgetting you didn’t have one on. You were sitting here next to this fully clothed man in just your skivvies.

Once again, he waved his hand in the air, and someone appeared, “Ice.” The waitress nodded and quickly went to retrieve what he requested. “Here, let me help.” He leaned in, his scent intoxicating you once more as he gently pulled your hair into a ponytail. He used his free hand to help you fan, not knowing he was the very reason you were hot in the first place.

“That’s sweet of you, thank you.” Your body heated up more from his kind gesture. The waiter came quickly with a cup of ice, handing it to Hyunjin.

“May I?” You seemed apprehensive at first, “I’m just trying to help, I promise.” You took a deep breath and nodded. “Hold this.” He handed you the ponytail of hair he was holding. You regretted the extra long extensions you had gotten.

He put his hand on your shoulder, indicating that he wanted you to turn, you did. He started with your neck, placing a finger where he was going to put it so you wouldn’t be alarmed. The cold ice touched the bare skin of your neck, sending chills down your spine. Your back arched, making you sit up straight, not that you were slouching.

Drips of cool water made their way down your back, getting caught in the lace of your bra. He watched carefully at the way you reacted. They way the little hairs of your neck and arms stood up when your skin came in contact with the frozen cube. The low hums you gave in approval. Even the way you bit your lip to stop any other noises from escaping.

He wondered what you would sound like in the throws of passion. Your little whimpers and moans from your conversation had him on edge. He was trying to keep a cool head about it himself, but you were really making that a hard task for him.

He had become a painter with the frozen water. It was his brush, and you were his canvas. He slid it across your neck, back, and shoulders, watching it quickly melt down your hot skin. He longed to kiss the places he had just touched. A soft hum turned into a moan, his eyes darting to your parted lips. Your eyes were closed as you focused on cooling off.

Your eyes shot open as you felt him blow on your wet skin, yet another moan slipping from your mouth. He fell deaf to the rest of the room. All he could hear was you. Your breaths, moans, whimpers, and even your breathy sighs were all that filled his ears.

The last bit of ice in his hand had all melted away. He traced down your arms with his fingertips, a trail of goosebumps following his every move. “More?” His lips were mere inches from your ear lobe, his voice deep with lust, sounding amplified. You didn’t know what came over you, but you nodded, wanting more of whatever he was willing to give.

He reached for another piece of ice, then pulled you into him. “Let's cool off the front too, yeah?” Your teeth had a tight grip on your bottom lip, and you nodded in agreement to that as well. This block was much bigger. He was thankful for that. Not for his frosty fingertips, but for the fact it would take a little longer to melt.

His fingers wrapped around your neck gently as he leaned your head back on his shoulder. Without a warning, he placed the ice on your collarbone, swiping it from one side and slowly to the other. He watched as the liquid trailed down your buxom bosom and in between the valley of it. Wishing briefly he could be a droplet.

The delicious sound of your moan filled his ears, prompting him to groan in response. He was painfully erect at this point. He needed a release. But that wasn’t going to stop him from making sure you were nice and cool. He had dedicated himself to that task. He once again started to blow on your skin. Watching the way your chest quickly rose and fell.

You sifted, squirming in your seat, pressing your thighs together to get any type of relief you could. You could feel your wetness growing, and it wasn’t from the ice. The stickiness between your legs was making you a tad bit uncomfortable, so you moved a little more to resituate yourself, your hand landing on his muscular thigh.

One would think that by making that mistake, would prompt you to move your hand, but it didn’t. You kept it there, turning your head ever so slightly to look at him through half lidded eyes. He focused on you initially, but his eyes quickly moved to your plump lips, which made him bite down on his own.

“Y/n…” The way he breathed your name made you whimper, “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay-” He could barely get the words out before your lips were on his. You turned your body around and pushed his back against the plush fabric, caught between the arm and the back of the sofa.

Your knee landed between his long legs while your other leg was planted on the floor. One of your hands roamed over his chest, that silky material the only border between your and his hard pecs. “Fuck…” He whispered against your lips, his hands moving up to your waist, pulling you down onto his lap.

He wanted to be a gentleman, but everything in him was screaming for him to take you right there on that couch in front of the whole V.I.P. section, including your little friend. But he also didn’t want this to be some flashy one night stand that you’d have and soon forget about. No, he wanted this to be something you’d reflect on fondly.

You straddled his waist, your hands now in what used to be his perfectly coiffed hair. The heat you felt in your core was growing exponentially between the both of you. You pulled back, biting on his bottom lip, eliciting a moan from his lips. You felt drunk, though you hadn’t had a sip of anything but water in the last few hours.

Was it him that had you feeling intoxicated? Or was it the room and the sexually charged atmosphere? You didn’t know. But it was clear that you needed him tonight. Needed to release all that was pint up since you strolled into this out there club.

Chapter Four: Eyes

You wanted to hear that sound again, the sound of his moan. You settled your hips over his, pressed down, and rolled your hips. Your lips were now on his long, thick neck, kissing and biting, leaving little marks behind.

His hands couldn’t help themselves. They had found their way underneath the straps of your garter belt. He was palming your bottom. He leaned his head back, letting out a loud moan as your hips rolled over his crotch. Any self-restraint he felt was being heavily tested at the moment.

"Damn, I don't think you know how sexy you look when you do that." Hyunjin was a masterpiece in your eyes. There was beauty in everything he did, even moan. Your brow arched as you did it again, just to see if you got a rise out of him. You did. He was reacting to every little thing you did.

It was like an open invitation to nibble on his neck. You leaned in and licked straight down the middle of his neck while your fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. You wanted to see more of him, more of his perfect skin.

His mind felt hazy. He felt as if he had been holding his breath all this time, but he finally got a chance to breathe in your heavenly scent. You smelled of raspberry with hints of warm vanilla. Your skin was the softest thing he had ever felt, even softer than some of the most expensive fabrics. You were hot to the touch, your body warming him up with it.

He captured your lips again, waiting to taste you once more. One hand moved to the back of your head and the other to your hip. He guided your movements, needing the right type of friction. He could feel your dampness through the layers of clothes separating you. You were soaked. He groaned again, thinking about your slickness against him.

Just the thought was sending him into a spiral. Your lips moved back down to his neck, nipping at his ivory skin, your nails dragging down his chest and over his abs. Your hands stopped at the waistband of his slacks, a finger sliding over the upper hem of it. “Y/n… are you sure you want to do this here?” Your pupils were blown out. There was no coming back from how high you felt at the moment. You were completely drunk on him. High on lust.

“As good a place as any, right?” You started to unbutton and unzip his pants, “Plus, does it really look like anyone cares about us?” After your performance, you had been conditioned to think that no one was actually concerned about anything other than receiving or giving pleasure. So why would they care about what you were doing to him or vice versa. It didn’t concern anyone but the two of you.

“You’d be surprised.” He grabbed your hands, making you stop, “Let’s go somewhere private.” There was this concern in his voice that made you more agreeable than you would normally be.

“Fine…. since I want to continue this. But, I need to find Jin-.. '' Your eyes landed on your friend who was pint against the wall, getting it from that guy she was tonguing down at the bar. “Yeah, never mind. Let’s go.” She was already partaking in what you hoped you'd get into soon. No need to spoil her fun.

You slid off his lap and stood up. Normally, you had a policy of not going too far from your friends when they met a random person at the club. Fearful that something would happen to your or one of your friends. It was best to stick together. But Jinee was other wise occupied. Plus, there was something about Hyunjin's presence that made you feel secure. Plus, technically, this wasn’t their first encounter, so it should be fine, right?

You'd try and make sure to text her later to let her know you'd left.

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Deep in the heart of one of the most exclusive buildings in Gangnam was a lounge that held the secrets of many of the most influential, powerful, and richest people in Korea. There, hidden behind billowing gold curtains was a door that led down a pathway and into one of the biggest secrets the building had to offer; the location of the secret high flier club.

Y/n hadn’t fully made it out of the long corridor that connected the club to the vip lounge of the apartment building. No, you and Hyunjinwere too engrossed with one another to make another move. Unless said move had to do with your hands on the other's body.

His hands had once again found their way to your ass. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he was so fascinated by it, but he would prematurely say that he loved the way it felt in his hands. He wondered about all the things you liked done to it, if anything at all. He felt a little curious, but he didn’t want to ask, just in case it ruined the mood. He gave it a test smack, watching it jiggle over your shoulder.

You giggled against the skin of his neck. “Having fun?” His cheeks immediately flushed, he quickly hid his shy smile. He had been caught.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, “Do you…. like that?” You pulled back, away from him.

“Like you getting shy or… having my butt smacked?” His cheeks flushed even more with your words.

“Having your bu- " He shook his head, quickly making the correction, "Having your ass smacked.” He had seen plenty of regular butts. You had an ass. Perfect. Full. Perky.

Your lips curled into a smirk, “You want to find out?”

He groaned, pulling you in by your waist. “I do,” He paused, his hands moving right back to where they rested before. “But first, let’s agree to keep this casual. I know you are only here to visit, and I don’t want either of us to get… caught up.” Meaning, he didn’t want to fall for you, just for you to leave and never come back. You nodded in agreement.

“That’s cool with me. Casual it is.” He kissed your lips to seal the deal, grabbing two handfuls of your butt before smacking both cheeks. You giggled once more, “Can we get to this private place you were talking about? It feels like we are being watched down here.” You had a slight fear of close spaces, and though this was a long corridor, it wasn’t very wide, making you super uncomfortable.

He took your hand and pulled you behind him as you made your way out the doors of the connecting pathway and into the apatment buildings exclusive lounge. There were a few people chatting here and there, but no one of them really seemed to pay either of you any attention as you made your way through. He called for an elevator and pressed you against the sparkling, cream, and gold wall as you waited.

It was something about the way he tilted your head up by lifting your chin with his ring clad index finger. Something about the way his plump lips lingered after giving you a soft kiss on the lips. You nearly missed the ding of the elevator. He picked you up, hands gripping the underside of your thighs. You squealed, quickly adapting and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Your back settled against the cool gold-plated walls. He looked away briefly to press the ‘P’ on the elevator. You stared at the glowing button briefly before being pulled back in for a kiss. How could a model afford the penthouse in this very expensive building? You pondered on whether you needed to make a change in careers, but the thoughts dissipated upon feeling his fingers press against the fabric of your underwear.

You let out a delectable moan that coated his ear drums like honey. There were so many nasty thoughts running through his head about what he wanted to do to you, with your consent, of course. Just pressing his appendage against your soaked panties had him willing to get on his knees in the elevator and taste every drop of your sweetness.

He applied a little more pressure, rubbing his thumb in circles over your hardened bud. He looked back to see what floor they were on, and they were approaching their destination quickly. “How are you so damn wet?” His words came out as a growl. He was trying to keep himself under control, but he wanted you bad.

You snaked your hand down and stroked him through his slacks. “Same reason you’ve been like this all night.” He groaned, leaning his head on your shoulder just in time for the elevator to ding again, indicating you had reached his floor.

He let you down and grabbed your hand once again, leading you into the expansive penthouse. You tried not to be shocked about the view, but the place was beautiful. You could see right across the Han river from where you were standing and you were just in the entrance. Your heels clicked on the marble floors of the entry. The floors and walls all shined brightly of the same gold veining through the cream marble. The chandelier reminded you of the ones in the owners lounge, just on a bigger scale.

Truthfully, a lot of the design aspects of this place reminded you of the owner's lounge. Once you were down the three stairs from the foyer, there was an off-white, almost gray carpet with big black triangles in the center. The couches were stark white with black and white pillows over it. The walls were the same color as the carpet, and there were little black and gold details everywhere.

It was honestly on trend with the club, making you wonder just who he was. He noticed the look on your face, “The same person designed my apartment and the club, if that's what you are wondering.”

You chuckled lightly, “I guess my face said it all, huh?”

He turned to you, your hand still in his. “I have a question for you.” You nodded for him to continue. “Where do you want me to fuck you first?”

Read Part Two Here

A.N: Please reblog or leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.

[Rewrites, Reposts, and Translations are Prohibited]

Thanks to @infamouskem for all the help and inspiration. If it wasn’t for you, I'd still be stuck on the fluff part, haha 😄

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nocturne-overtures · 9 months ago

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Coffee Crush

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Summary:After meeting with a kind snow leopard delivering to an office building, you gain a cute regular to your cafe. He seems to want to tell you something, recently, though. Wonder what it is...

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Pairing: Fem! Holland Lop Reader x Snow Leopard Seungcheol

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Genres/Aus: Fluff, Romance, Hybridverse

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥: WC: 2.k+

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Tws: None~

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Rating: E (for everyone woop woop)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥A/N: Cute little short commission for the lovely @jacksons-goddess-gaia. Thank you!

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“Hello, I’m Y/N from Maestros. Can you show me where the elevator is?”

You look up at a tall hybrid, smiling sweetly as you push your left ear out of your face. Your nose twitched ever so slightly, taking in all of the new smells.

“O-Oh, yes, one second, please follow me.” The man nodded and turned, his tail swaying behind him. Given the black-tipped ears and spotted tail, you’d wagered he was a snow leopard.

You glanced around the halls as he guided you, admiring some of the art on the walls and how clean everything was.

“Um, is it supposed to be for Team H?” The man glanced at you after a minute or two of comfortable silence. You smile and nod.

“It is! Do you know where I need to go?”

“I’m the leader, Seungcheol. I can guide you straight to the room.”

You blink before gripping the dessert cart a bit nervously.

Shit, if you knew this was supposed to be one of the leaders, you would’ve laid on the charm a bit thicker. You just hope he wasn’t the stuck up suit type-

“Thank you very much for making the trip. Mingyu recommended your shop very highly. I just hope it’s not too much of a bother that we got so much-”

“Not at all!” You send him a smile and feel your shoulders relax as he pushed the door open.

“There you are, Hyung-oh THE FOOD IS HERE!”

The familiar face of Mingyu came into view. He was a regular at Maestros, and the moment he looked at you, his smile grew wider.

“Oh hey, Y/n!”

“Hello, Gyu. So this is where you work? Pretty snazzy.” You begin situating the desserts on the table, picking a spot that was far enough away from the paperwork, but not so far that the four men couldn’t reach it.

“This is my team, Wonwoo-hyung, Vernon-ah, and Seungcheol-hyung.” Mingyu pointed to each man and you wave politely, a hand on your hip.

“So this is where ya work, hm? It’s very nice of you to put in a good word for us.” You smile and look at the boys in the room, nose twitching as you send them a brilliant smile.

“Stop by anytime and I’ll be happy to give you your first drink on the house!” You beam. Mingyu’s eyes light up.

“Oh good-”

“Not you, it wouldn’t be your ‘first’, now would it?”

The other three men in the room snorted as Mingyu’s shepard ears flattened, a pout shining on his face. You smile, at ease now that you had gagued all of the men in the room and deemed them as ‘pretty cool, actually’. You give the table one last once over before smiling, satisfied with the arrangement and the pleasing aesthetics of it all.

“Alrighty, you all have a wonderful meeting. Thank you for choosing Maestros!”

You excuse yourself, pleased with another successful delivery, missing the way Seungcheol’s eyes follow you out.

A beat of silence stretched in the room before Mingyu and Vernon gravitated toward the food closest to them, eyes sparked with joy. As they did so, Wonwoo looked at Seungcheol.

He had his eyes on the door, tapping his index finger to his lip, tail swaying behind him. Wonwoo smiled softly, nudging him and startling him out of his thoughts.

“Wha- hm?”

“...You’re blushing.”

“I-what?”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 3 Months Later ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

“Back again? I was hoping I’d see you!”

The man at the counter looked at you, startled as you come out of the back room, balancing a tray on your palm. You smile from ear to ear, your scent light and sweet as you spin around Soonyoung’s frame, setting the tray of freshly baked goods on the table.

A spotted tail swayed to and fro, and rounded, black-tipped ears twitch.

Across from you, is Seungcheol. His cheeks are a beautiful shade of pink as he looked away for a moment.

“Am I here that often?” He rubbed his neck and you smile at him.

“Every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday. It makes my day.” You beam at him, your smile widening as his lips parted in shock at your boldness. A feline chirp left his lips and he tried to hide his face underneath the cup's rim.

“Y/N! Stop flirting and help me fill the case!” Joshua’s voice called from the other side of the dessert case. You perk, one of your ears lopped over and covering part of your face before you push it back, sending the snow leopard a smile before hurrying along.

“Coming~”

After the catering at his company, Seungcheol had been coming to Maestros for the past three months, once in the morning and again after his shift. You had his order memorized by now.

In the morning, he would order a bold blended coffee with a freshly baked coffee cake and fresh citron tea with a lemon poppyseed coffee cake in the evening.

He always took it with a small smile and a gentle ‘thank you, Y/n’. Seuncheol was always a welcome presence in Maestros. He made you and the other baristas laugh and he’d even been the quiet, unbiased mediator to some issues with the others and yourself, always willing to lend an ear as he sipped his drink.

He was handsome, had an infectious, yet shy smile, and he smelled really good.

Joshua must have noticed your mind wandering, so he nudged you in the ribs as you came closer, ignoring the indignified squeak that spilled from your lips.

He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Go on and take one for your man.” He waited for you to shyly pick up one of the coffee cakes, hustling over to Seungcheol soon after.

When you do, he perks in his chair, smiling at you.

“Sorry, I would have come over after he closed the case…”

“It’s okay. I made them this time and I wanted you to have the freshest one.”

Seungcheol blushed, taking the cake from your hands. You feel his fingers brush against yours as he took a deep whiff, his shoulders relaxing at the warm vanilla and lemon scent.

He didn’t have the backbone to tell you he liked this coffee cake a lot because it smelled like you.

Not..yet, anyway.

“There’s my girl! Y/n!” You blink, hearing another regular call out to you. You sigh slightly, a bit disappointed you didn’t get to speak to Seungcheol for longer. You brush your hand over his arm, smiling at him.

“Have a good day, big cat.” You saunter off, talking to the middle-aged patron. Seungcheol followed you with his eyes, pursing his lips in displeasure as he saw the other hybrid flirting with you.

“Shit,” he swore under his breath, looking across the cafe.

“Here’s your coffee.” A voice drew his attention to the left and Joshua looked down a the snow leopard, sliding over his coffee. Seungcheol lifted the cup after uttering a ‘thank you’, but found it was actually hot cocoa, not coffee.

His brow furrowed in confusion and he looked down at the cup, blinking. There were words written on the protective sleeve.

‘Just ask her on a date, due’

By the time he looked up, Joshua was gone, pretending and playing the part of a disgruntled manager.

“Y/n, can you come here?”

You break off from the man flirting with you, talking to Joshua before a laugh rumbles from your chest. Seungcheol felt his heart flip.

‘She has such a pretty laugh….’ His thoughts trailed off.

He took another glance down at the hot cocoa in front of him, eyes scanning over the letters on the sleeve before he sent you another longing look.

Maybe changing up the usual routine wouldn’t be…so bad, right?

You glance over your shoulder, nose twitching as you look at the businessman.

You couldn’t help but to wonder, what was on the big cat’s mind as his tail swayed to and fro?

-xox-

“Oh, real quick, I just want to stop in for a drink.”

“We’re already running late-”

“It’ll be quick!”

You lift your head as the sound of a bell ringing draws your attention. You push one of your lopped ears out of the way of your face and wipe your hands on your apron, smiling from ear to ear. A row of freshly baked pastries sits in front of you, the scent drifting up into your nose.

“Hello! Welcome to Maestros!”

Before you are the familiar faces of Vernon, Mingyu, Wonwoo, and Seungcheol. The moment he walked in, your assistant manager Seokmin moved to grab a large cup, scooping ice into it as he spoke;

“You weren’t here last night after work, I was wondering if you’d found a rival cafe, Mingyu.”

“Do you think I’d go anywhere else, Hyung? You wound me!” Mingyu sauntered in like it was his second home. You laugh as the others exchange a look before playfully rolling their eyes.

Seungcheol looked your way, his tail twitching before he smiled and waved.

You make your way over, smiling at the two with a serving tray tucked underneath your arm.

“You boys always have impeccable timing. You always come right when we finish a batch of sweets. If the stuffy office job doesn’t pan out, you’re welcome to come work for us.” You wink at them, laughing when Vernon seemed to seriously consider it with a tap to his chin.

Wonwoo nudged him.

“If you quit before we finish this project, I’ll kill you.” He muttered.

As they laugh, your eyes land back on Seungcheol, moving one of your ears out of your face.

“The usual?” You inquire.

“A-actally, I want to try something a bit different today…if it’s not too much of a bother? Can I trouble you to suggest something new?” He seemed unsure, rubbing his hands on his pants.

“Nonsense. Everyone who comes into Maestros has their own symphonies. It’s my pleasure to fine-tune the harmonies for you.” You send them a dazzling smile and move behind the counter, twirling past Jeonghan as he comes up from the kitchen while balancing a platter on his hand.

“Comin’ through~” He chimed, expertly moving past you. Joshua lifted his head, squinting ever so slightly.

“Alright, black coffee and what?” He cocked a brow, holding a coffee pot in one hand. You smile and gently shoo him.

“Cheollie wants to try something different. I’m gonna make him something special.”

Joshua’s eyebrow arched up before he shrugged a shoulder.

“Do you, Bun.” He stepped aside, giving you free reign of the back. As you got to work on the coffee, Seungcheol wrung his hands a bit, fidgeting.

Mingyu glanced at him before sending him a dazzling smile, leaning into his ear to whisper.

“You got this.” He encouraged the older man, perking when Jeonghan swooped by, handing him a chai latte in one fluid motion before he continued walking by.

Seungcheol let out a shuddering breath before looking up as you came back to the table, setting a beautifully decorated drink before him.

“Here you go, big cat~ This is called Ca Phe Muoi, it’s been a while since I’ve made it, let me know if you like it.” You smile at him, placing a small plate with a warmed cinnamon and strawberry crumble coffee cake before him.

The others perked, sniffing and leaning close to Seungcheol as he took the first sip of the drink you’d set in front of him. In an instant, you watch his face light up, his tail jolting up in excitement before swaying behind him rhythmically. You smile wide as you watch him take the dessert fork to the cake, bringing it to his lips and letting out a pleased purr.

“It’s…delicious.” He sighed out. You smiled wider, laughing as the table erupted in a chorus of ‘I want what he’s having!’ from the others.

“Okay, okay. Just give me a moment and I’ll get right on that for you all” You giggle, turning away from the table. You do catch the motion of Wonwoo nudging Seungcheol.

“U-Um, Y/n?”

You stop, nose twitching a bit as you turn back around.

“Yes, Seungcheol? What’s up?”

Now that your attention was on him, you could see his face had turned a brilliant peach color. He cleared his throat and looked away, cheeks red.

“I…uh…wanted to know if you…um.” He trailed off, rubbing his neck. You cock your head, glancing at his friends at the table.

All of them had conveniently found something else to look at the moment you do, not offering any semblance of assistance in this moment.

Your eyes drift back to Seungcheol and he awkwardly held out a piece of paper. You blink, once, twice, before reaching out for the paper, unfolding it.

‘If I’m handing this to you, it means I got a bit tongue-tied trying to tell you this myself. I’ve been coming to Maestros for quite some time now, and I’d be lying if I said seeing you wasn’t the primary reason. You have such a captive personality and I would love to get to know you better, if you were comfortable with that.

I guess the heart and soul of what I’m asking is;

Will you go out with me?’

You read the lines over and over again before you look up, finding the snow leopard hiding his face in one hand, all but shoveling the coffee cake in his mouth, avoiding your eyes. You can’t help the small laugh that makes its way to the surface, gracefully making your way closer to him.

You pluck a pen from your apron, clicking it and scribbling on the paper. You slide it back to him, smiling as you stand back up to your full height.

“I’ll go get those drinks started, fellas. See you in a bit.” You wink at Seungcheol and make your way out of the seating area.

The moment you’re out of earshot, the table erupts into a chorus of ‘read it, read it, READ IT-’. Seuncgheol looked down at the note, finding your response written in the negative space below his message.

‘I’m flattered. My answer is yes. I get off at 6, how about we start with an evening stroll?’

In an instant, his shoulders relaxed, and the cheers of his coworkers and friends drew attention from everyone in the cafe.

You glance up from the drinks you’re making, meeting Seungcheol’s eyes and giving him a small wink before laughing yourself as he immediately turns redder and hides his face.

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nanawritesit · 2 years ago

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SM Entertainment Girl Group Idol AU (fem!reader insert)

feel free to use this for shifting or as a fanfiction backstory! (just tag me if it’s the second one hehe)

disclaimer: the extra info sections aren’t all original ideas, many were found on pinterest/tiktok :) images aren’t mine either

tw: none that i’m aware of

Group Profile:

Group Name: Etoile (meaning star/ point of a star in French)

Members: 5 (5 points on a star)

Fandom: Starlight

Concept: Ethereal, Cosmic, Elegant

Debut Year: 2017 (between Red Velvet and Aespa)

Debut Song: “Constellations”

Debut Album Title: “5 Makes 1”

B-Sides: “Aries,” “Nebula,” “Orbit,” “Stardust,” and “Pisces”

Fandom/ Lightstick Color: Indigo and White (stars in the night sky)

Group Chant: All: “Twinkle twinkle!” Nabi: “Hi Starlight! It’s…” All: “Etoile!”

Members Profile:

Y/N: Oldest, Center/ Face of the Group, Main Vocalist, Speaks Korean, English, and Chinese

Cho Nabi: Leader, Lead Vocalist, Korean, Speaks Korean, English, Chinese, and Japanese

Marie Tang: Main Dancer, Chinese-American, Speaks Korean, English, and Chinese

Han Iseul: Visual, Lead Dancer, Korean, Speaks Korean

Ikeda Kaori: Maknae, Main Rapper, Japanese, Speaks Korean and Japanese

Extra Info about the Group:

Pre-debut, Etoile released a cover of Girls Generation’s “Genie,” and it blew up so fast that fans couldn’t wait for them to debut

Etoile is known as “the bridge between third and fourth generation” in the kpop community

The members are also known as “the princesses of SM”

Etoile does a lot of variety shows because everyone loves the members’ funny personalities and playful group dynamic

Etoile was featured in a popular kdrama as themselves, though they only had a few lines in a couple episodes, it became a fan favorite and made the ratings sky-rocket

Etoile’s second comeback, “Andromeda,” is said to have one of the most difficult girl group choreographies in kpop. It was also the song that got them their first win

When Etoile got their first win with “Andromeda,” all of the girls were crying hysterically, including Nabi who was supposed to give the speech. She ended up handing the mic to Y/N, who had just been smiling happily the whole time. Y/N pulled Nabi into her arms as she gave the speech, and then the other three girls assembled a group hug around them. It became such a tender moment for Starlights that everyone watching started crying too

Etoile did a collaboration music video with Sailor Moon where all the members got to dress up as the sailor guardians. Y/N was Sailor Moon, Nabi was Sailor Mars, Marie was Sailor Mercury, Iseul was Sailor Venus, and Kaori was Sailor Jupiter

Etoile has their own plushie characters that are put on headbands and other merchandise for Starlight, similar to BT21 and Skzoo. Y/N’s is a white swan, Nabi’s is a blue butterfly, Marie’s is a black cat, Iseul’s is a pink puppy, and Kaori’s is a yellow duck

Etoile did a collab with “rom&nd,” a korean makeup brand, where each member got to create their own shade of lipstick. The five shades the members created sold out in just three minutes.

Etoile performed a cover of EXO’s “Growl” during one of their concerts in male school uniforms, and Starlights were so impressed by how cool and masculine they were

Being sandwiched between the two girl groups, Red Velvet and Aespa are like the older and younger sisters of Etoile (respectively.) The Red Velvet members are always checking in on them and giving them advice, and Etoile does the same thing for Aespa.

Starlight is famous for being one of the most loyal and devoted fandoms. They buy the girls billboards and food trucks for their birthdays, protect them from antis, and offer so much love and support.

The members have their own youtube channel called “Etoile Clubhouse” that they have permission to use freely. They post lots of different content, including challenges, games, song/dance covers, mukbangs, get ready with me/us videos, and q&a’s

Extra Info about Y/N:

Y/N is known as the loving mother of the group, while Nabi is more like a strict dad

Kaori was still in high school when she debuted, and Y/N took care of her like a mother would her daughter. She would wash and iron her uniform, prepare her breakfast and lunch, and help her with her homework every night. Kaori’s mother was so thankful, as she couldn’t do all this for her daughter herself, still living in Japan

While all the girls are close, Nabi and Y/N are best friends, they even have friendship bracelets

While Iseul is the visual because she fits the KBS the best, Y/N is the center/FOTG because her visuals match the group concept the best. She’s known for her “white swan” visuals: ethereal, graceful, and elegant.

Y/N and Iseul were also chosen as members of GOT the Beat

Y/N was the first member to have a solo debut in 2021. Her debut song was fittingly titled “White Swan.” Nabi helped her compose the songs, Marie helped her with the choreography, and Kaori had a rap feature on one of the tracks. Y/N performed it at the MAMA awards, and everyone was singing/dancing along to it so hard they almost forgot about the actual awards show!

Y/N is an ambassador for Dior and Chanel. Many brands were offering her deals after Etoile became popular due to her unique visuals, so she got to choose the ones she liked best

Y/N is known as the “OST Queen” of the group, she has sang many drama OSTs

Y/N’s best friends at the company include Yeri (Red Velvet,) Taeyong (NCT/SuperM,) Karina (Aespa,) and Ten (NCT/SuperM/WayV)

Y/N has had cameos in many different artists’ music videos, including Stray Kids, Enhypen, and NCT Dream

SHINee’s Key dubbed Y/N “SM’s secret weapon”

Y/N was part of a one-time collaboration unit with Dreamcatcher’s Dami, Weki Meki’s Doyeon, IZ*ONE’s Yena, and fromis_9’s Chaeyoung. They released a single called “Wild Mind,” and it was so popular that fans were advocating to start a new group with just these idols!

Y/N once dyed her hair indigo to match the fandom color, and fans started to dye their hair the same color to match her. The shade became known as “Y/N hair” on social media

Y/N and Marie were mentors on a Chinese idol training show, all the girls loved them because they were super helpful without being too tough. It also gained Etoile a lot of Chinese fans

Y/N has very impressive high notes, Starlights have made several youtube compilations with titles like “Y/N obliterating the sound barrier with her high notes for 5 minutes”

Y/N’s nickname from Starlight is “Angel Voice” due to her clear, bright voice

Y/N sang a cover of Taylor Swift’s “Anti-Hero” on Etoile Clubhouse, and Starlights tagged Taylor in it so much that she was shown the video in an interview. Taylor responded: “I’ve watched this video so many times! Her voice is so pretty. I met her once in Korea too, she’s so genuine and sweet! I’d love to collab with her, or Etoile as a whole. They seem so fun.”

Y/N was getting a lot of lip-synching rumors, until one day a staff member shared a video of her practicing before a concert with her mic on. It revealed her raw vocal talent and debunked all the rumors.

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Road Trip | Kim Dahyun

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⤷ (genre: fluff, romance)

It was going to be a simple road trip to San Francisco. Ever since the trip to Hawaii was canceled after your family emergency, the plan changed, and it was going to be that Dahyun and yourself were going to spend a week traveling from San Diego to San Francisco. However, with a popped tire and a hotel booking gone wrong, it seemed as if life kept throwing wrenches into your plan.

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“Sir, I would like to ask for you to leave now,” An intense anger slowly brewed from within you as you stared daggers into the hotel manager in front of you. It was safe to assume that you were not in the greatest mood, and it isn’t getting any better with the situation you’re in.

You had booked one of the rooms here an hour ago, the confirmation email still fresh in your inbox. And yet, despite showing the reservation details to the hotel staff, the manager insisted that there were no available rooms under your name.

Not wanting to instigate the situation any further, you grab your belongings beside you and exit from the hotel’s reception area. The humid air in the evening envelopes your cold skin causing you to cringe a little at the sudden rise in temperature compared to the air conditioned room inside the hotel.

You spent the better half of the night scouring through endless hotel listings, trying to find a decent place that wasn’t overpriced. After hours of searching, comparing rates, and reading through questionable reviews, you finally secured a reservation—only for it to be tossed aside as if it never existed. The manager’s dismissive tone replayed in your head, fueling your irritation. It wasn’t just the inconvenience of being left without a room—it was the sheer incompetence, the refusal to acknowledge your proof, the complete utter waste of time!

Your fingers tighten around your phone as you storm toward the car, jaw clenched in irritation. The night had already been long enough, and now, thanks to this ridiculous booking error, it was about to get even longer. You yank the car door open with more force than necessary and throw your bag onto the backseat, your frustration boiling over as you slide into the driver’s seat.

“I honestly can’t believe him!” You slam the car door as you get in, still fuming from the hotel debacle. Your hands grip the steering wheel, feeling the heat of your frustration rising once more. But as you take a breath and look over, your gaze falls on Dahyun, who’s been sitting quietly in the passenger seat the entire time. Her calm, steady presence immediately has an effect on you.

Today, she’s dressed perfectly for the cool, foggy San Diego weather. Her soft, colorful sweater clings to her comfortably, the long sleeves rolled just above her elbows to keep it casual but warm enough against the slight chill. She paired it with high-waisted, faded blue jeans, the cuffs tucked neatly into her shoes. A pair of white sneakers, clean but scuffed from the road, complete the look. Despite the day’s challenges, her outfit somehow makes her seem effortlessly put-together, and the simplicity of it only adds to her charm.

She’s looking at you, her eyes soft yet understanding, as if she’s been waiting patiently for this moment to let you vent, and for a second, the weight of your anger lightens. It’s like her calmness pulls the tension from your shoulders, and the knot in your chest begins to ease. You feel like you can finally exhale.

Dahyun smiles gently, giving you that reassuring look she always has when she knows you’re frustrated. “It’s okay,” she says, her voice the perfect antidote to your irritation, “Tell me what happened.”

You let out a long, irritated sigh and spill everything: the search, the confirmation email, the manager’s denial, the wasted time. It all comes out in a rush as you unload your frustration, and Dahyun listens without interrupting, her attention fully on you.

When you finish, there’s a brief moment of silence, and just as you start to gather your thoughts, Dahyun surprises you. She pulls out her phone and smiles. “I went ahead and booked a room at a different hotel. It’s not far, and I made sure it’s a good deal. We’ll get some rest tonight.”

You blink, caught off guard, “You—what?”

She grins, “You’ve been through enough tonight. I thought I’d take care of it for you.” Her voice is warm, confident, and there’s something about the way she’s always so considerate, always stepping in when you need her, that leaves you speechless for a moment. She tilts her head slightly, an eyebrow raising, “Honestly, I had a bad feeling when you were taking so long on the call before we arrived. I knew something was up.”

You blink, surprised. “You… knew?”

She nods, a soft smile curling at her lips, “Yeah, I could tell. You don’t usually take that long on the phone unless something’s really off.”

“I’m really sorry, Dahyun,” you let out a heavy sigh, your frustration fading a little as you watch her, “I wanted this trip to be perfect. It’s just—everything’s gone wrong so far, and I’m the one who planned it.”

Her smile softens, and she reaches out, placing a hand on your arm. “Hey, don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault. Things don’t always go as planned, but I appreciate the time I get to spend with you, no matter what.” Her words settle over you like a gentle breeze, and for the first time that night, you feel a wave of relief wash over you.

The drive to the new hotel isn’t long, but the tension in your shoulders eases as you pull into the parking lot. The warm glow of the hotel’s exterior lights welcomes you, a much-needed contrast to the frustration from earlier. You shift into park and let out a sigh, resting your head against the seat for a moment.

“See? Crisis averted,” Dahyun teases, unbuckling her seatbelt, “and you didn’t even have to throw hands with a hotel manager.”

You snort. “Tempting as it was.”

She giggles, stretching her arms before reaching for her purse. “Let’s just get checked in so you can finally relax.”

You nod and step out of the car, but the moment you move toward the trunk, Dahyun already sees where this is going. “Wait—don’t even think about it,” she warns, eyes narrowing playfully.

You raise an eyebrow. “Think about what?”

“You are not carrying all of our luggage.”

You scoff, popping open the trunk. “Come on, it’s not even that much. I got it.”

Dahyun crosses her arms. “You always say that, and then you end up struggling halfway to the elevator.”

“That’s a lie.”

“That is not a lie.”

You shake your head, grabbing both suitcases before she can argue further. “Too late. Already committed.”

“Unbelievable.” Dahyun huffs but follows beside you, clearly unimpressed. “One day, I’m gonna record you when you start regretting it.”

“You won’t get the chance.”

“Uh-huh, we’ll see.” Despite her protests, she doesn’t stop you. Instead, she just walks alongside you, shaking her head with a fond smile.

Inside, the hotel lobby is quiet, save for the soft hum of music playing in the background. The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, greets you both with a polite smile. “Checking in?”

“Yes, under Kim Dahyun,” she answers smoothly, stepping up to the desk while you stand beside her, still holding the luggage like a stubborn martyr.

The receptionist types on her computer for a moment before nodding. “Got it. You’ll be on the sixth floor. Here are your keycards.” She hands them over, and Dahyun takes them with a small ‘thank you’ before nudging you lightly. “See? Quick and easy. No fights necessary.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

With the keycards in hand, the two of you make your way down the hall toward the elevators. As you wait for the doors to open, a family walks past—a couple with their young daughter, no older than six or seven, holding her mother’s hand.

Just as they pass, you hear a tiny whisper, though not as quiet as the girl probably intended. “Mommy, that girl is so pretty.”

Dahyun pauses mid-step, blinking, and you catch the way her ears turn the faintest shade of pink. The mother hushes her daughter gently, though she sends a knowing smile your way before continuing on.

You glance at Dahyun, grinning. “See? Even kids know you’re gorgeous.”

She groans, covering her face with her hands. “Oh my god, stop.”

You chuckle, nudging her shoulder as the elevator dings. “What? I’m just agreeing with her.”

Dahyun shakes her head, but there’s a shy smile on her lips as you step inside the elevator together. As the doors close, you steal another glance at her—at the way the soft glow of the elevator lights casts a gentle highlight on her features, the way her sweater hangs comfortably on her frame, and the quiet confidence she carries even when flustered. The little girl was completely right—Dahyun is so pretty. And in that moment, you can’t help but think that, despite everything that went wrong with the previous booking, being here with her makes it all worth it.

As the elevator hums softly, carrying you both upward, a comfortable silence settles between you. Dahyun leans against the railing, her fingers idly tracing the edge of the keycard in her hand. Her gaze flickers toward you for a brief second before settling on the floor, her expression thoughtful.

“You know…” she starts quietly, her voice softer than usual, “I really appreciate you.”

You blink, surprised by the sudden sincerity. “Where’s this coming from?”

She exhales a small laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t know. Just thinking about everything that happened today. Most people would’ve let the stress get to them, but you kept pushing through.” She looks up, her eyes warm. “Even when things don’t go as planned, you always try to make the best of it. And I just… I love that about you.”

Your heart stirs at her words, warmth spreading through your chest. You reach out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly say I handled it gracefully,” you chuckle, “you saw me ready to throw hands with that manager.”

Dahyun giggles. “Okay, yeah. But still. You care a lot. And that means everything to me.”

The way she’s looking at you—soft, earnest, filled with something so genuine—it makes your pulse quicken. You take a small step closer, tilting your head slightly. “If you’re trying to make me fall for you even more, it’s working.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a blush creeping up her cheeks. Before she can protest, you lean in, aiming for a quick kiss.

Dahyun immediately flinches back, eyes wide. “W-We’re in an elevator—”

You smirk. “And?”

“There’s a camera.”

“Relax, the only person seeing this is some security guard watching the feed.”

Her jaw drops. “That makes it worse!”

You laugh, unable to help yourself. “So what? Let him be jealous.”

Dahyun groans, covering her face. “Oh my god, you’re impossible.”

You grin, shrugging. “And yet, here you are, stuck with me.”

She peeks at you through her fingers before shaking her head with a small, exasperated smile. “Yeah… and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Before you can tease her again, the elevator dings, signaling your floor. As the doors slide open, Dahyun quickly steps out, leaving you grinning as you follow behind, the warmth of the moment still lingering between you.

Stepping into the hallway, you glance down at the keycard in Dahyun’s hand as she double-checks the room number. A few doors down, she stops in front of one with a soft beep from the lock before pushing it open.

The moment you both step inside, a sense of relief washes over you. The room is spacious, illuminated by the warm glow of bedside lamps. A king-sized bed sits against the far wall, layered with plush white pillows and a thick comforter that practically invites exhaustion to take over. There’s a sitting area near the window, complete with a small couch and a coffee table, while a sleek, flat-screen TV is mounted on the wall across from the bed. The window itself offers a view of the city lights below, shimmering against the night sky.

To the right, a door leads to the en-suite bathroom, its frosted glass panel giving a glimpse of the modern setup inside. The polished marble countertop extends across one side, supporting a well-lit vanity mirror, while a walk-in shower with a rainfall showerhead sits on the opposite end.

Dahyun exhales in content, stretching her arms above her head. “Finally.”

You set the luggage down near the bed, rolling your shoulders from the strain of carrying everything. “Not bad, huh?”

“Not bad?” Dahyun scoffs playfully as she wanders toward the bathroom, peeking inside. “This is so much better than what we almost had to settle for.” She turns the knob to test the water pressure, nodding in approval. “Mmm, I’ve been dreaming about a hot shower all night.”

You smirk, leaning against the doorway with your arms crossed. “Too bad I’ll be stuck out here, unpacking all our stuff… while there’s a very pretty woman enjoying a warm shower just a few feet away.”

Dahyun freezes for a moment before turning to you with an incredulous look. “Did you really just say that?”

“What?” You feign innocence, shrugging. “It’s just an observation.”

She narrows her eyes, arms crossing as she leans against the counter. “Uh-huh. Right.”

“Glad you agree.”

Rolling her eyes, she steps past you but not before giving you a light pat on the shoulder. “Thanks for all the hard work,” she teases, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I really appreciate it.”

You scoff. “That was sarcasm.”

“Nooo, it was appreciation,” she insists with a playful grin before disappearing into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. You shake your head, chuckling under your breath. Even after a long, exhausting day, she still knows how to keep you on your toes.

As the bathroom door clicks shut and the sound of running water fills the room, you exhale and turn your attention to the luggage. Unzipping the bags, you start sorting through the contents—clothes, toiletries, chargers, snacks. A part of you had been dreading this, but unpacking helps distract you from the lingering exhaustion of the day.

Your hands pause over a neatly folded shirt as a thought creeps into your mind.

This wasn’t how the trip was supposed to go.

You were supposed to be in Hawaii right now, enjoying the sun, the beaches, the endless buffets at the resort. Instead, you had to cancel everything at the last minute after the call about your mom. A heart attack—something you never thought you’d have to deal with so soon. The sheer panic of it all still lingers in the back of your mind. The hospital visits, the constant calls with family members, the sleepless nights spent worrying about test results and doctor updates. The stress had been overwhelming.

But through all of it, Dahyun had been there.

She had stayed up with you during those late-night calls, listening as you vented your fears. She had driven over with food when you kept forgetting to eat. She had reminded you—again and again—that you didn’t have to carry everything alone.

You swallow the lump forming in your throat, shaking your head slightly as you continue unpacking. Even now, as tired as you are, there’s a deep gratitude within you. Maybe this wasn’t the trip you originally planned, but if there’s one thing you do know, it’s that you’re lucky to have her by your side.

Just as you zip up one of the bags, the sound of running water comes to a stop. A few seconds later, Dahyun’s voice calls out from the bathroom.

“Babe?”

You glance up. “Yeah?”

“Would be really nice if you could bring me my shower stuff.”

You shake your head with a small laugh, already standing to grab her things. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

There’s a pause, and then—

“Oh, and by the way…” Her voice is casual, playful. “There’s plenty of room for one more person.”

You freeze, blinking.

A beat of silence.

Then you hear her snicker from behind the door. “Kidding!”

“Unbelievable,” you mutter, shaking your head as you grab her shower bag and head toward the bathroom.

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The hotel room is finally still, the earlier chaos of the day fading into the background. Both you and Dahyun are freshly showered, the scent of soap and shampoo lingering in the air as you lie side by side on the bed. Dahyun, wrapped in the hotel’s fluffy robe, nestles closer, resting her head lightly against your shoulder as the soft glow of your phone screen illuminates the both of you.

“Okay,” you murmur, scrolling through the delivery options. “What do we feel like? Chinese food? Korean? Or maybe something simple like burgers and fries?”

Dahyun hums, pretending to think for a moment. “Chinese sounds nice. But Korean sounds even better.”

You huff out a laugh. “Of course, it does.”

She lifts her head slightly, peering over at the screen as you scroll past a few places. “Ooooh, wait! Go back.”

You flick your thumb upward, stopping on the restaurant she caught sight of—BCD Tofu House. You glance at her, already knowing what’s coming.

“This one?” you ask.

She nods eagerly. “Yep! They have everything. Sundubu jjigae, galbi, bibimbap, seafood pancakes…” Her eyes gleam as she starts listing off options. “Oh! And we have to get japchae. And some kimbap! Oh, and—”

You glance at her with a raised brow. “You do realize there’s only two of us, right?”

Dahyun turns to you with an innocent smile. “And?”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking your head with a small grin. “Unbelievable.”

She giggles, squeezing your arm lightly before nudging you. “Come on, you know you want all of it too.”

You roll your eyes but don’t argue, already tapping to add everything to the cart. Truth be told, you really don’t mind. If anything, seeing Dahyun so excited about food—even after the long night you both had—is enough to make you want to order the entire menu just to keep that smile on her face. As you confirm the order, Dahyun settles back against you, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns along your arm.

“Estimated delivery time: thirty minutes,” you say, setting your phone aside.

Dahyun lets out a pleased hum. “Perfect. Just enough time to get comfy before we feast.” You chuckle, wrapping an arm around her as she snuggles in closer.

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The road stretched endlessly ahead, the miles melting away as the two of you continued your journey north. The drive so far had been a mix of breathtaking sights and frustrating road conditions, a perfect encapsulation of any California road trip.

Starting from San Diego, you had taken the scenic route whenever possible, soaking in the coastal views and making brief stops at notable spots. Laguna Beach had been a quick but worthwhile detour, the cliffs overlooking the ocean giving you both a moment to breathe in the salty air. Newport Beach followed, where you grabbed coffee from a local café before hitting the road again.

Then came Los Angeles.

The city was as vibrant and chaotic as ever. The skyline was impressive, but nothing could prepare you for the traffic. The moment you merged onto the freeway, you felt your patience thinning with every second. Brake lights filled your vision, and despite your best efforts to stay calm, you couldn’t stop yourself from groaning every time the car ahead of you barely crawled forward.

“Remind me why people live here?” you muttered, gripping the steering wheel.

Dahyun giggled from the passenger seat, barely affected by the madness on the road. “Because it’s L.A.,” she teased, snapping a picture of the congested freeway on her phone. “Want me to send this to your family so they can hear you complain about it later?”

You shot her a deadpan look. “If you do, I’m turning this car around.”

But as much as the traffic tested your patience, the rest of the drive made up for it. Dahyun had taken it upon herself to be the car DJ, curating a playlist that consisted of everything from classic road trip anthems to her own personal favorites. Before long, the long stretches of highway were filled with her singing—sometimes beautifully, sometimes purposefully off-key just to make you laugh.

Watching her, completely immersed in the music, her hand drumming against her thigh to the beat, her voice carrying through the car—it made the long hours bearable. More than bearable. You loved seeing her like this, so effortlessly happy despite being cooped up in a car for hours on end.

“Okay, okay, one more!” Dahyun declared as she queued up another song. “But you have to sing with me this time.”

You groaned, already knowing where this was going. “Dahyun—”

“Nope, no excuses!” she cut in, cranking up the volume as the opening notes of a ridiculously catchy pop song played through the speakers. She turned to you with an expectant grin, her eyes practically daring you to refuse.

With a sigh, you gave in. And just like that, the two of you were belting out lyrics together, the miles slipping away as laughter and music filled the car.

But then—

BANG.

The car jolted, an unnatural thud shaking the entire vehicle. Immediately, you tightened your grip on the wheel, your instincts kicking in. The car lurched slightly to the right, and an unmistakable thudding sound filled your ears.

“Shit—” you hissed, quickly scanning for a safe place to pull over.

“Dahyun, hold on,” you said firmly, your entire body going into emergency mode. Carefully, you eased the car to the side of the highway, keeping control despite the unsteadiness of the wheel. The moment you came to a full stop, you exhaled sharply, your pulse still racing.

Dahyun let out a shaky breath beside you. “What… what just happened?”

You swallowed, running a hand through your hair before turning to her. “I think we just popped a tire.”

Standing to the side of the car, you let out a long, exasperated sigh as you ran a hand down your face. The sedan—your trusted, fuel-efficient companion for this trip—now sat at an awkward angle, the front right tire completely deflated, the rubber torn from whatever it was that had punctured it. You crouched down, pressing your fingers lightly against the damaged area, assessing the extent of the issue. At least the wheel itself seemed intact, but that didn’t do much to quell the sheer frustration bubbling inside you.

First, the hotel mix-up. Then the exhausting drive through L.A. traffic. And now? A popped tire in the middle of nowhere. This trip was not supposed to go like this.

You clenched your jaw, inhaling sharply through your nose as you stood back up, resting your hands on your hips. Just breathe. Losing your temper wasn’t going to help, but damn if it wasn’t getting harder to keep your patience in check.

Dahyun, sensing the storm brewing within you, stepped in. Without a word, she reached for your hand, fingers lacing through yours in a gentle, grounding touch. You turned to her, and when your eyes met, the frustration didn’t disappear entirely—but it eased. Just a little.

“I know this isn’t how you wanted things to go,” she said softly, her thumb brushing over your skin. “But we’ll get through it. It’s just a bump in the road—literally.”

You let out a tired chuckle at her attempt to lighten the mood, shaking your head. “You and your puns…”

Dahyun grinned before leaning up on her toes, pressing a quick, warm kiss to your cheek. “I mean it, though. We’ll be fine.”

You exhaled, the tension in your shoulders loosening just enough for you to focus. Right. No point in standing around feeling sorry for yourself—this was just another problem to solve.

Rolling your shoulders, you turned to the trunk and popped it open. “I need to move our stuff to the backseat so I can get to the spare tire,” you explained, already reaching for the first suitcase.

Dahyun gave you a small nod. “I’ll help.”

As you shifted the luggage to the back, clearing space for the hidden compartment under the trunk’s flooring, you could already see the spare tire tucked away along with the necessary tools. Taking a deep breath, you straightened up, dusting off your hands before glancing at Dahyun.

“Mind giving me a hand with the tools?” you asked, stepping aside so you could pull out the spare tire.

Dahyun nodded. “On it.”

As you crouched down beside the car, loosening the lug nuts with the tire iron, Dahyun knelt next to you, handing over the tools when needed. Despite the inconvenience of the situation, she seemed determined to keep the mood light.

“You know,” she started, brushing a stray hair behind her ear, “this is kind of a rite of passage for a road trip. Flat tire, unexpected detours—just missing a creepy gas station in the middle of nowhere.”

You huffed out a chuckle. “Yeah, I’d rather not check that box.” You carefully removed the damaged tire, setting it aside. “But hey, at least we’re not stranded too far from civilization.”

Dahyun tapped her chin playfully. “I mean, if we were, we could’ve done a survival challenge. Couple vs. Wild.”

You snorted. “Yeah? And how long do you think we’d last?”

She grinned. “Depends—do I get to use my phone?”

“That’s not how survival works, babe.”

She sighed dramatically. “Then I’d give us… two days, tops.”

You laughed at that, shaking your head as you focused back on replacing the tire. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t come to that.”

A comfortable silence settled as you secured the spare tire in place, but Dahyun—ever the conversationalist—kept the energy up. “So, once we finally get to San Francisco, what’s the first thing we’re doing?”

“Took you this long to ask?” You smirked. “Food, obviously. I know you’ve been waiting to hit up all the spots we talked about.”

Her eyes lit up. “Yes! Dim sum, clam chowder in a bread bowl, Ghirardelli sundaes—I’m going to eat everything.”

“I believe you,” you teased. “You’ve been talking about that chowder for weeks.”

“Can you blame me? Fresh seafood just hits different,” she said, pouting cutely after.

You tightened the last lug nut before shifting to sit beside her. “We’ll get seafood, don’t worry. And then, of course, all the sightseeing. Golden Gate, Alcatraz, Pier 39… Might even take you to that secret scenic hike I found.”

“A secret hike?” Dahyun’s eyebrows raised.

You shrugged, keeping your tone casual. “Yeah, figured we could go after we settle in at the hotel. Thought you’d like a quieter spot with a great view of the city.”

Her expression softened, a small smile playing at her lips. “You really do plan ahead, huh?”

“I try,” you said, smirking.

“Well,” she nudged your arm lightly, “I’m looking forward to it. But first…” She glanced at the car, then back at you. “How’s our tire situation looking, mechanic?”

You wiped your hands on your jeans, giving the new tire a once-over. “All set. Not perfect, but it’ll get us there.”

Dahyun clapped her hands together. “Great. Now, let’s get back on the road before another wrench gets thrown into our plans.”

You stood up, offering her a hand. “Deal.”

With that, you both climbed back into the car, ready to keep pushing forward—bumps in the road and all.

› San Francisco Montage ‹

Golden Gate Bridge – The Classic Photo Stop

The moment you parked near the scenic viewpoint, Dahyun was already halfway out of the car, phone in hand. The wind whipped through her hair as she stretched her arms wide, embracing the cool bay breeze.

“Okay, okay, get closer!” she said, waving you over as she set up a selfie. You sighed, playing along, standing beside her as she angled the shot perfectly to capture both of you and the Golden Gate in the background.

“One normal smile,” you warned, “then you can do whatever pose you want.”

Dahyun beamed. “Deal!”

Click.

Immediately after, she switched it up—throwing up peace signs, puffing her cheeks, and making finger hearts at the camera while you struggled to keep up.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

She grinned. “I know.”

Pier 39 – Sea Lions & Sweets

Wandering along the bustling pier, you and Dahyun stopped every few steps to admire the street performers, browse the little souvenir shops, and—most importantly—watch the famous sea lions lazing on the docks.

“They’re so fat,” Dahyun gasped, eyes wide in fascination.

“They eat well,” you chuckled, leaning on the railing beside her.

One particularly large sea lion let out a long, lazy bark, flopping onto its side dramatically.

Dahyun mimicked it perfectly. “Me after eating all day.”

You laughed, pulling her into your side. “You say that, but I know you still have room for dessert.”

“Of course I do,” she grinned. “We’re going to Ghirardelli Square next!”

Ghirardelli Square – Chocolate Heaven

Sitting across from Dahyun at the small table, you watched as she happily dug into a towering Hot Fudge Sundae.

She took one bite, closed her eyes, and sighed in bliss. “This… is life-changing.”

“You said the same thing about the clam chowder earlier.”

“And I meant it.” She pointed her spoon at you. “Great food deserves equal appreciation.”

You smirked, taking a bite of your own. “Fair point.”

Chinatown – Late-Night Dim Sum

Dahyun sat across from you in the tiny, bustling dim sum restaurant, her chopsticks poised as she scanned the bamboo steamers before her.

“Okay,” she said seriously, “if you could only pick one dim sum dish to eat forever, what would it be?”

You thought for a moment before grabbing a char siu bao (BBQ pork bun). “This. No hesitation.”

Dahyun gasped dramatically. “No hesitation?”

“None.”

She narrowed her eyes, then picked up a har gow (shrimp dumpling). “I respect it, but I’m choosing this.”

You scoffed. “Har gow? Over char siu bao?”

“Absolutely.” She popped the dumpling in her mouth, looking smug.

You shook your head. “We’re so different.”

“But somehow, we work,” she teased.

You chuckled, reaching over to steal a dumpling from her steamer. “Yeah, yeah… we do.”

⤷ ⤶

The sky had begun shifting into soft hues of pink and orange as you drove down the winding road leading to the hidden trail. The buzz of the city was far behind now, replaced by the serene quiet of nature. Dahyun had been humming along to the music playing softly in the car, the remnants of the day’s adventures still shining in her eyes.

“You’re really keeping this place a secret, huh?” she asked, glancing at you with curiosity.

You smirked. “Patience, babe. You’ll see soon enough.”

She pouted but didn’t press further, leaning back in her seat. “Well, after today, I trust your picks. This better be as pretty as you hyped it up to be.”

You took her hand, giving it a light squeeze. “I promise, it’s worth it.”

As you pulled into a small, secluded parking spot near the trailhead, Dahyun stretched her arms over her head. “Ready for one last adventure today?”

You smiled. “Always.” And with that, you both stepped out of the car, ready for the final—and most meaningful—stop of the trip so far.

The trail had been a gentle, winding path through towering redwoods, their ancient trunks stretching endlessly toward the sky, filtering the golden evening light through a canopy of emerald leaves. The air was crisp and carried the faint, earthy scent of pine and damp soil, a refreshing contrast to the salty breeze that hinted at what lay ahead. The rhythmic sound of footsteps against the dirt trail was the only noise, save for the occasional rustling of wildlife in the underbrush.

Then, the trees thinned.

And there it was.

A vast, breathtaking overlook—where the world seemed to stretch endlessly before them. The cliffside jutted out like a natural balcony, offering an unobstructed view of the Pacific Ocean, its waves shimmering beneath the last rays of the setting sun. The water stretched into infinity, an endless canvas of deep blues and fiery oranges, mirroring the sky above. Wisps of clouds caught the sun’s light, painted in soft shades of pink and lavender, shifting as the evening deepened.

To the right, far beyond the rolling hills and distant forests, the city lay in the distance—San Francisco’s skyline glowing like embers against the encroaching twilight. Tiny golden lights flickered to life, one by one, illuminating the cityscape as dusk began to settle. From this height, everything looked peaceful, untouched by the hurried pace of the world below.

The wind blew gently, cool but not biting, wrapping around you two like a quiet embrace. Birds drifted lazily overhead, carried by the breeze, their silhouettes small against the vast sky. Wildflowers clung to the edge of the cliffside, their delicate petals trembling with each passing gust. The world felt endless and yet intimate—just the two of you standing on the precipice of something both eternal and fleeting.

Fingers intertwined.

A quiet inhale.

Dahyun’s breath caught in awe, her dark eyes wide as she took everything in, tracing every detail like she wanted to memorize it forever. The soft glow of the sunset reflected in her gaze, and though she said nothing, the way her grip on your hand tightened spoke volumes. The wonder, the gratitude, the quiet appreciation—it was all there, written in the gentle way her lips parted, in the way her chest rose and fell, steady but reverent.

Both of you stood there, unmoving, just breathing it in.

The words had been forming in your mind for a long time now, and as you stood there, watching her, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you two, you knew you couldn’t hold them back anymore. The ocean stretched endlessly behind her, the wind playing with strands of her dark hair, the last light of the sun casting a golden glow across her skin. She was beautiful—so heartbreakingly beautiful—and you had to say it. All of it.

You took a deep breath, tightening your hold on her hands before you finally spoke.

“I still remember the first time I saw you,” you began, voice steady but thick with emotion. “Seoul, two years ago. I was wandering the streets after a business meeting, exhausted and hungry, and I walked into that café without thinking twice. And then there you were, standing behind the counter, smiling as you handed a customer their order. I must’ve looked like an idiot when I tried to ask for your number in the worst Korean imaginable.” You laughed softly, shaking your head at the memory. “I was bracing myself for rejection—hell, I was bracing myself for you not even understanding what I was saying. But then you just… looked at me and said, ‘You know, you could’ve just asked in English.’”

Dahyun laughed at that, her grip on your hands tightening slightly, her eyes soft with nostalgia.

“That should’ve scared me off right then and there,” you continued, “but instead, I knew I had to know you.”

Your gaze flickered over her face, catching the way her lips parted slightly, how her expression softened as she listened.

“When we started dating, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. A long-distance relationship never is. But every call, every message, every ridiculous time zone math problem we had to do just to find a good time to talk—it was all worth it. And then, when I finally moved to Korea, when I finally got to be with you every day instead of through a screen… I knew, without a doubt, that I never wanted to be apart from you again.”

Her eyes shone, and though she didn’t say anything, the way she looked at you was enough.

“And meeting your parents?” You let out a small, breathy chuckle. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more nervous in my life. I must’ve rehearsed what to say to them a hundred times over, and yet, the second your dad looked at me, I swear I forgot every single word of Korean I had learned.”

Dahyun giggled, covering her mouth with one hand as if remembering the moment. “You were so stiff at the dinner table,” she murmured, her voice full of fondness.

“I was terrified,” you admitted, grinning. “I wanted to impress them so badly because I knew—I knew—that you were it for me. And somehow, despite my awkwardness, despite my broken sentences, they accepted me. Just like you did.”

Your smile wavered for a moment, your expression growing more serious. You exhaled, your fingers brushing over the back of her hands before squeezing gently.

“And then… there was my mom,” you murmured, voice quieter now. “When she had the heart attack, when everything just—stopped—I felt like I was losing it. I didn’t sleep, I barely ate, and I couldn’t think of anything except whether she’d make it. I was completely unraveling.” You swallowed, your throat tightening at the memory. “But you… you were there. Every second. Every late-night phone call, every time I needed someone to remind me to just breathe. You never let me go through it alone.”

A silence fell between you two. The waves crashed below, the city lights flickered in the distance, and the wind curled around you and her, but all you could focus on was her—the way her lips trembled slightly, the way she blinked a few times as if holding something back.

“And even now,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion, “on this trip where everything seems to be going wrong, you’re still here. Still making sure I don’t lose it. Still reminding me that even when things don’t go as planned, it doesn’t matter—because as long as I have you, nothing else matters.”

And then, before she could say anything, before you could even second-guess yourself, you let go of one of her hands and slowly, slowly lowered yourself down onto one knee.

Dahyun’s breath hitched.

Her eyes widened, lips parting in shock, and for a moment, she was completely still—staring down at you as the realization set in. The golden sunset framed her like something out of a dream, her dark hair swaying in the breeze, her skin illuminated in the soft, fading light. She looked utterly stunned, her fingers twitching slightly in your hold, and yet… there was something else there too. A raw, overwhelming emotion welling in her gaze, the kind that stole her breath away, leaving her unable to do anything but look at you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you didn’t waver, not now. Not when you had spent every second of the past two years knowing—knowing—that this was where you were always meant to be.

You took a steady breath, your fingers tightening around hers as you gazed up at her—this woman who had changed your life in ways you never would have imagined. Your heart pounded so hard you were sure she could hear it, but there was no hesitation, no doubt, only the certainty that had been growing inside you from the very first moment you met.

And so, with all the love you had for her, you finally spoke the words that had been waiting in your heart.

“김다현, 네가 처음 날 놀라게 했을 때부터, 지금 이 순간까지, 그리고 영원히… 난 너를 사랑해.” (Kim Dahyun, from the moment you first surprised me, to this very moment, and forever… I love you.)

Her breath hitched, her hand trembling slightly in yours.

“너랑 함께한 모든 순간이 소중했고, 앞으로도 함께하고 싶어.” (Every moment with you has been precious, and I want to spend every moment from now on with you.)

Her lips parted, eyes wide, glistening with unshed tears.

“그러니까… 나랑 결혼해 줄래?” (So… will you marry me?)

The words hung in the air between you two, soft and unshaken, carried by the ocean breeze and the fading golden light.

For a second—just a second—everything seemed to stop. The waves below, the distant hum of the city, even the wind curling around the both of you. It was just you and Dahyun. Just her.

And then, she let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh, her free hand flying to cover her mouth as her eyes brimmed over.

“바보야…” she whispered, voice breaking as she laughed again, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from spilling. “이건 반칙이잖아…” (“You idiot…” — “This is cheating…”)

But then, without another word, she nodded—frantically, fervently—before dropping down to your level and throwing her arms around you, burying herself in your embrace as the tears finally fell.

“Yes,” she breathed against your shoulder, her voice muffled but full of emotion. “Of course, yes.”

And just like that, the world started moving again, but nothing else mattered. Because she had said yes.

⤷ ⤶

The next morning, the air is crisp as you stand at the hotel reception desk, finalizing the checkout process. The receptionist clicks away at the keyboard, printing the final receipt, while you absentmindedly tap your fingers against the counter. Just a few feet away, near the entrance, Dahyun is engrossed in a FaceTime call with two very familiar voices—Nayeon and Jeongyeon, her closest friends from college.

“You better have been taking care of Dahyun this whole time,” Jeongyeon teases the moment she notices you in the background.

You hold up your hands in surrender, feigning innocence. “Swear on my life, I’ve been nothing but good to her.”

Dahyun chuckles at your response before turning her attention back to her friends. “Honestly? He’s been amazing. I don’t know how I would’ve handled this trip without him.”

Nayeon narrows her eyes playfully. “That’s sweet and all, but I feel like there’s something else you’re not telling us…”

Dahyun bites her lip, a subtle but unmistakable sign that she’s holding back something big. “Well… there is something I want to tell you both.” She leans in slightly, lowering her voice. “But you have to keep it a secret from the other girls. At least for now.”

Nayeon gasps dramatically, immediately jumping to conclusions. “Oh my god. You’re pregnant, aren’t you?!”

Jeongyeon bursts into laughter, instantly jumping on the joke. “No way. Does this mean I’m finally going to be an auntie?”

Dahyun’s face turns a deep shade of pink as she waves a hand at them. “Yah! Cut it out! It’s not that!”

You chuckle, shaking your head before gently placing a reassuring hand on her back. “It’s okay,” you murmur.

She exhales, glancing up at you before finally lifting her left hand to the camera. The engagement ring glistens in the morning light—an oval-cut diamond, set on a thin band of white gold encrusted with smaller diamonds. It’s delicate, timeless, and perfectly suited to her.

For a moment, Nayeon and Jeongyeon are completely silent, their eyes wide as they take in the sight. Then, in perfect unison, they scream.

“뭐라고?!” (WHAT?!)

“너… 너 지금 약혼했다고?!?!” Nayeon practically shrieks, shaking her phone. “이게 어떻게 된 거야?! 언제 일어난 일이야?! 나 당장 자세한 설명이 필요해!” (“You… You’re engaged?!” — “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN? I NEED DETAILS RIGHT NOW!”)

Jeongyeon, still in shock, dramatically clutches her chest. “다현아… 나 오늘 이 소식 들을 준비가 안 됐어…” (“Dahyun-ah… I wasn’t ready to hear this today…”) then, as if snapping out of it, she points at you through the screen. “You! You better treat her like a queen for the rest of your life, got it?”

You grin. “That was always the plan.”

Meanwhile, Dahyun can’t stop laughing at their over-the-top reactions. “I just told you guys to keep it a secret, and you’re already screaming loud enough for the whole city to hear.”

Nayeon waves a hand dismissively. “Please, this is major news. We have a right to scream!”

Jeongyeon wipes away fake tears. “Our 두부 is getting married… I can’t believe this.”

You glance at Dahyun, watching as she giggles, her eyes shining with happiness. Even with all the teasing, you know this moment means the world to her. And to you.

⤷ ⤶

As they drove down the open highway, the hum of the engine and the faint sound of music playing from the stereo filled the space between them. The trip had been anything but smooth—starting from the last-minute hotel booking fiasco to the long hours spent navigating through LA traffic. And, of course, who could forget the damn popped tire? But despite everything, here they were, still on the road, together.

Dahyun sat in the passenger seat, her legs tucked up slightly as she absentmindedly played with the engagement ring on her finger. The way her thumb kept running over the band didn’t go unnoticed by you. Every now and then, she’d glance down at it, a soft smile tugging at her lips, like she was still trying to process everything.

“You keep staring at it,” you teased, throwing her a sideways glance.

Dahyun huffed playfully, but she didn’t stop. “Can you blame me? It still doesn’t feel real.” She turned her hand slightly, watching the way the ring caught the light. “I mean… I knew I wanted to be with you, but you really had to propose on a literal cliff, huh?”

You chuckled, keeping your eyes on the road. “You deserved something beautiful.”

She looked at you for a long moment before reaching over, gently lacing her fingers with yours. “You know,” she started, “this trip was kind of a mess.”

You snorted. “Kind of?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Okay, a lot of a mess. But… it’s also probably my favorite trip ever.”

“Even with the tire popping?”

“Even with the tire popping,” she confirmed, giving your hand a squeeze. “Because no matter what went wrong, you were always there, making sure we were okay. And now…” She glanced at the ring again, her expression softening. “Now I get to spend the rest of my life going on road trips with you.”

You felt your heart swell at her words.

This road trip hadn’t just been about driving from one city to another. It had been about Dahyun and yourself—about everything you two had been through, everything both of you had overcome. The detours, the breakdowns, the unexpected stops… They were all part of the journey.

And just like this trip, life with Dahyun wasn’t going to be perfect. There would be bumps along the way, moments of frustration, plans going completely off-course, but as long as you two were together, you knew you’d would always find their way.

Because at the end of the day, this wasn’t just any trip.

This was your road trip. Yours and Dahyun’s. And it was only just beginning.

⤷ FIN ⤶

And the first story is finished! Oh my gosh, I can’t believe after two years of this story being in the drafts, I finally found the motivation to finish it and release it to the public. I always wanted to take this story and publish it online, but these couple of years have been a rollercoaster of emotions and situations happening.

However, after starting this blog and wanting to start writing again, I just… I just really needed to finish this. I hope you guys enjoyed it and there’s going to be more that will be released in the near future, especially since all of the stories that are under W.I.P have been in my drafts for these past few years now.

Anywho, that’ll be it for me, if you guys want any stories with any of your favorite female idols, let me know! For now, I’ll see you guys in the next story, bye bye!

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jdwake · 2 years ago

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if you only write "x reader' in ur post and get mad at people who get mad at u for not putting the gender in the title why tf u complaining? we're in 2024, use your brain. if its a female reader write that. i am getting tired of waisting my time by reading all your crap and seeing all the fem terms after being 5 min in.

#kpop male reader #kpop reader insert #kpop x reader

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neptunemooon · 5 months ago

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ik u made a poll and taemin lost but taemin and ruby are endgame x

You never know what can happen 😜

#kpop #kpop au #kpop fanfic #kpop icons #kpop idols #kpop imagines #kpop moodboard #kpop reader insert #fictional kpop idol #kpop addition #kpop oc #kpop oneshots #lee taemin #shinee imagines #shinee one shots #taemin x reader

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honeytbz · 6 months ago

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idol!jay keeps your relationship private but not secret

he wears your matching bracelets and keeps your items in his dorm room. in behind the scenes videos your voice is often heard. jay mentions little updates on lives like going on dates, things he’s bought for you, even playing songs that reminds him of you. his members tease him for being lovesick but he fully embraces you with all his love.

@honeytbz

school, work, and sicknesses have been ganging up on me. lots of ideas just need to finalize them. soon :3 pics from pinterest

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that-one-girl2020 · 1 month ago

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Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Pt. 3

A/N: Wow. Okay this got a lot more attention than I expected it to in three days. Sorry this part took me a little longer to write but it has one-on-one interactions with each member, that’s why it’s longer than the other parts.

Also, sorry but I’ve reached the maximum number of mentions I can have in the tag list so the tag list is closed!

By majority vote, I will be giving the Saja Boys Korean names so depending on the situation and point of view, they’ll either be referred to as their stage names or their Korean names.

If you guys have any ideas for outtakes, leave them in the comments below!

TW: I needed some way for the reader’s stress to manifest, like how Rumi struggles to sing as the pattern progresses. This manifested as a form of self mutilation, mostly just scratching when stressed or anxious. Insecurity and self deprecating thoughts ahead as well!

Edit (7/11/25): Please do not steal or plagiarize my work, I worked hard on this series and have a lot of pride in it.

Word Count: 6,388

Baby: Jum (king)

Romance: Chungae (noble and love)

Mystery: Hyeon (virtuous, worthy, able)

Abby: Kwan (one who is strong)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7

The four boys knew that they had to talk to Jinu about what they found out about (Y/n) and, by default, her sister the hunter. But, they were summoned by Gwi Ma before they had a chance to. They appeared in the middle of a crowd of cheering demons so the boys fell into their idol personas, smiling and pandering to the crowd.

They couldn’t help how their chests clenched when Gwi Ma forced them back into their demon forms.

And then Jinu joined them, standing at the top of the mountain before Gwi Ma’s fire. “One of the Hunters and her sister bears my mark, but I have no control over them.”

The four boys shared looks with each other out of the corners of their eyes. Gwi Ma was in their heads, of course he already knew.

“That’s good. This means that they have shame. We’ll find out what it is and we can use it to destroy the Hunters for good,” Jinu plotted with a sly smirk.

“I’ve taught you well, Jinu.”

Gwi Ma dismissed the five boys back to the human world and they popped to the place they shared. “Hey, boss, we should talk about what we’re gonna do.”

The five spread across the living area, Kwan laying across the couch as Chungae picked up his legs so he could sit before replacing Kwan legs.

Jum sat on the ground, scrolling through his phone like he didn’t care but his eyes kept glancing up and around at the others.

Hyeon sat on the arm of the couch, picking at his lip even though he shouldn’t. It was hard to get used to not having his tusks anymore… It’s kinda become a tick at this point.

Jinu stood in front of them, “We need to find out what shame the Hunter and her sister have. To do that, we need to get close to them, make them comfortable around us.”

“You’ve had the most interaction with the Hunter, right? So she’ll be more open to you I think,” Chungae mused thoughtfully.

“But, there isn’t just one of us that the sister has spent more time with,” Jum pointed out.

None of the boys wanted to admit that they each knew your name, it would mean admitting that you had caught at least a little bit of their attention, enough to remember you.

“Well, I was the one that carried her tonight,” Chungae flipped his hair, smiling smugly.

“Hey hey, I was the one she was flirting with during the fight. And she was eyeing my abs so I should talk to her,” Kwan crossed his arms, nudging Chungae’s stomach with his foot.

“I was the one who won the spicy challenge, I feel like I should be the one to get close to her,” Jum added his own input.

Hyeon wanted to add his own argument but he didn’t think knowing your scent would really go in his favor… But his jaw itched to sink his teeth into your skin. Gently! He just wanted to bite you… affectionately…

Jinu pinched the bridge of his nose. He could see where the four were coming from and he was a bit disappointed that he already had the role of getting close to the Hunter but he couldn’t do anything about it. You were so cute when you were flustered too…

“You can all take a try at it, it’s four chances of her opening up to one of you so it should be fine. Just don’t overwhelm her or it’ll look sketchy,” Jinu told them. He dug through the stationary they had around, writing out a note for Derpy and his bird friend to deliver to the Hunter.

“I’m heading out.”

~~~

‘Was it bad that you were glad the girls hadn’t caught up to the Saja Boys…?’

You had run back to the Huntr/x tower, looking ridiculous with your arms inside your sweatshirt to cover your arms and very thankful that there weren’t any civilians out then. You tapped your foot impatiently as the elevator took you up and then you sprinted to your room to put on a different sweatshirt with a high neck tank top under to cover the marks spreading up your neck.

The girls were a few minutes behind you. You changed just in time to greet them with your first aid kit.

Rumi burst out of the elevator with a cry of your name, “You’re okay, right?!” She grabbed your arms, scanning you over frantically, checking for bruises or scratches.

“Those dirty playing demons,” Zoey fumed, stomping with her arms crossed childishly. “You are okay though, right, (Y/n)?”

Mira huffed, following the other two out of the elevator, “She’s fine guys, she doesn’t have a scratch.” You didn’t miss how her eyes scanned over you though, making sure that you really were alright.

“What were you thinking?!” Rumi stressed, grabbing your face in her hands to pull you closer to her. “Going after them?! You could’ve been hurt! You could’ve been…!” Rumi trailed off, the words stuck in her throat.

You could’ve been found out. Your pattern could’ve been seen. You’d have to tell Rumi later that the boys had ripped your sleeves.

But for now, you smiled with a light laugh, “I’m fine, Rumi, I promise. Let me patch you guys up, you guys look a little… eesh.” You grimaced as you took a good look at all the scratches on their faces. They were not offended, they completely understood.

The girls relaxed and let you tend to their scratches and bruises before going to change into lounge clothes and then coming back to see the Honmoon.

Thankfully, they bought your explanation that you lost the boys due to Gwi Ma summoning them and had headed back to the tower to wait for them, you had explained while you patched them up.

The girls stood at the window, looking at the red corrupting the Honmoon as you put the first aid supplies away and moved to the kitchen. You glanced at them with furrowed brows as you got out the ingredients for kimbap.

Then the elevator came up with Bobby, “Girls?”

The girls whipped out their compacts to aggressively cover the wounds on their faces and turned to greet him, “Hey Bobby!”

You threw the first aid supplies in one of the cupboards as you shook your head. You couldn’t help but find it amusing how well trained they were by now in covering up scrapes and bruises from their hunting.

You heard Bobby swiping through TikTok, and couldn’t help the way your shoulders bounced as the chorus of Soda Pop played on a loop.

“Zoey!”

“Bobby! Control those shoulders!”

You froze awkwardly. At least they hadn’t caught you… You focused on making the kimbap a little more aggressively, your head ducked down to avoid attention. It was such a catchy song…

You hunched down further when Rumi started plotting an aggressive diss track to perform at the International Idol Awards.

“Zoey, we’re gonna need a new song!”

“I got twenty-three notebooks full of demon insults ready to go.”

“Yeah! Let’s make it thirty notebooks!”

“Mira, the choreography?”

“Yup. Making them hotter.”

“Backup dancers, ready to go.”

“(Y/n),” you gave a strained smile at the sudden call of your name, standing at attention and thankfully not cutting your fingers with the knife in your hand. “Visuals?”

“Already making a mental Pinterest board!”

“Team of designers, ready for your call!”

“We’ll write a brand new song. A diss track to expose those Saja Boys.”

“And send those disgusting demons back to the depths where they belong!”

You bit back a grimace as the girls started raging enthusiastically.

“Yeah!”

“YeaHHH!”

“YeahHHH!”

“…”

“YEAHHH!!”

And then they ran off to their rooms to get started or rest or something… You sighed, carrying the plate of finished kimbap rolls over to stand next to Bobby to stare flatly after them.

Welp. More for you. You held out the plate to Bobby, “Kimbap?”

“Oh, thanks (Y/n)!”

You wrapped up the rest of the rolls except for one, taking it with you. You paused at Rumi’s door, raising your hand to knock. But you hesitated.

You should tell Rumi that the Saja Boys saw your pattern. Them knowing was a threat because then they also knew that Rumi had patterns too. But… maybe they would just think you were the only one with a demon pattern…? You’d have to talk to them.

So you lowered your hand and kept walking to your room. You shut the door behind you, almost screaming in surprise when a hand slapped over your mouth and dragged you out your balcony door and jumped up to the roof of the tower.

When they released you, you took a deep breath and scrambled away to put distance between you and your kidnapper. “You gotta stop doing that!”

Romance couldn’t help but chuckle, waving his hands disarmingly, “Sorry sorry, I just wanted to chat with you.”

You bit your lip. They knew about your pattern. “About what?” You asked, on guard.

“Your pattern.” There it is. “You’re part demon.”

“So what?” You snapped defensively, hugging your arms even though you knew your skin was covered.

“I was curious,” He admitted openly, brushing some hair out of his face as he leaned back against the edge of the small roof balcony. “You don’t hear him, do you?”

“No. W-wait, who?” You backpedaled, you had refused on instinct and then you registered what he said.

He looked at you obviously, “Gwi Ma. You didn’t make a deal with him? All demons hear his voice, constantly reminding them of… their shame.”

You loosened from your defensive pose, surprised by the vulnerable look on his face. He didn’t seem to want to hurt you, so you relaxed and leaned against the edge behind you, keeping your distance for now.

“Shame?” You echoed curiously.

He looked at you, analyzing you, “It’s all demons do, feel their shame and all the emotions that come with it. These patterns,” He held up his arm, his patterns glowing as he did. “They show that each demon carries a deep shame with them…”

Then he was in front of you, taking your hand as you gasped softly. Your own pattern started glowing through your clothes, “You do too, sweetheart…”

Your grip tightened on his hand. You looked down as your heart squeezed painfully. Yeah… you do…

“Romance—“

“Call me Chungae,” He interrupted you softly.

“Chungae. You… you guys won’t tell the others, right? Rumi… Rumi and I aren’t ready yet, but… we want to be the ones to tell them…” You hesitantly asked through stumbling words. They knew. They must know that you and Rumi are part demon…

You couldn’t help but think of all the moments you’ve wanted to share your secret with Mira and Zoey. You want to go to the bathhouse with them. You want to go to the beach. You want to be able to wear your skin comfortably instead of the itching, crawling feeling you get at just the idea of wearing shorts or a tank top.

But it wasn’t your choice whether you told them or not. It wasn’t your secret to tell. It was Rumi’s.

Chungae scanned your face, his look softening as he brushed a bit of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “I don’t know about the others, but I won’t tell.”

You couldn’t help but relax at the reassurance, your face warmer at his touch. These boys really weren’t evil, they were so… human.

You looked away, “You should go before the other girls come looking for me.”

Chungae couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your shy demeanor. How cute… It’s like the first time you met all over again, how cute and shy you were when the five of them invited you to their debut. “Of course.”

You gasped as he smoothly swept you into his arms and leapt down to your balcony as you bit back a shriek. When you got down from his arms, you couldn’t help but bend over with your hands on your knees, taking deep breaths to settle your heart from the shock of being carried down from one height to another. “Stop doing that!” You whisper shouted at him, disgruntled.

“Sorry sorry, darling, I’ll go now,” Chungae hopped up to the railing of your balcony, stopping to look over his shoulder at you, “Oh. You should know that the others are also interested in seeing you. Just a heads up.”

He smiled slyly before jumping and disappearing in a dramatic poof of demon magic. “Wait, huh!?”

You grabbed a pillow to scream into.

Oh wait. Your kimbap!

~~~

And they did.

The next day, you were out looking at fabrics for the visuals of the diss track the girls were working on. Something like their battle outfits would work good but with sharp color accents to make it pop and fit the stage. Less spikes too, a little less aggressive but fans will probably like the dark look. Maybe in a music video, the girls could use their weapons so then if they pull them out on stage, they just look like props and special effects…?

Oh. There’s a boy walking next to you.

“… Can I help you…?”

Hands stuffed in his pockets, looking around with a disinterested look but a spark of curiosity shone in his eyes underneath the hat hiding his features, “No. I’m good.”

“Okayyy… you do you, Baby” You decided to just keep going about your business as Baby followed at your side.

“Jum,” He corrected you.

“Uhm, okay, Jum…” You kept looking at the maknae out of the corner of your eye as he followed you into fabric shops, looking around curiously or scrolling on his phone as you talked with the owners.

“Hey,” You stopped on the sidewalk when Jum tugged on your sleeve, pointing over to a shop window, “What’s that?”

You looked over, “A cat cafe…?” You looked at him strangely. How old was he again…?

Jum was quiet for a moment. “Let’s go in.” He was already walking in before you could respond. You didn’t have to follow him, he had just decided to follow you after all, but—ughhhh!

You followed him in.

Going in, he looked like a lost kid. He was looking around at the tables and the people. “Welcome! How many people today and for how long?”

“Uhhh…”

You came up behind him, smiling at the host, “Table for two, just for an hour please.”

“Alright, right this way!”

Ah man, why did you follow him again…? Jum trailed after you as you followed the host into the sectioned off area to a booth by a window. “Someone will be by to take your order in a moment. Please feel free to give the cats treats!”

“Thank you!” You called after her as you sat, setting down your work bag as Jum slid into the seat across from you. He was staring. You followed his gaze to see he was in a staring contest with a black cat. You looked between the two of them, back and forth. It was kind of adorable.

“Pick what you want to order and then we can try and tempt some cats over.”

Jum didn’t know what to order. He was one of the few born in the demon realm, he had never been to the human realm before as the prince of a small territory. Not that the title mattered much with Gwi Ma ruling.

“If you wanna start simple, a coffee or hot chocolate would be good hot drinks. Or a vanilla or chocolate milkshake if you want something cold. For food, the sandwiches are good if you want something savory but the strawberry shortcake looks good for something sweet.”

You were almost tempted to recommend a soda pop for him but you’ve seen enough TikToks of fans giving them different sodas.

Jum took in the information you gave him with a hum, scanning over the menu again.

You ordered, Jum ended up getting a coffee and the strawberry shortcake. You almost laughed at the contrasting flavors he would be experiencing. But you pulled over the little container of cat treats, “Alright, let's see if we can get a few kitties over.”

Jum perked up at the same time as some of the cats as the container clinked as you opened it. Three cats hurried over, and you couldn’t help but laugh brightly as they jumped up on the bench to climb in your lap and over your shoulders, nuzzling your face cutely for treats. “Hey, settle down! You’ll get your treats!”

Jum’s face softened at the sight. You laughing so carelessly, smiling brightly as the fluffy creatures swarmed around you while your face flushed with joy. He couldn’t help but sneak a few photos and sent one to the Saja chat smugly. He ignored the chat as it started going off.

The two of you played with the cats for a while. The wondrous look on Jum’s face as he first pet a cat was adorable and you really wanted to take a picture but the girls were always taking selfies on the first phone they could grab. You couldn’t risk them seeing it.

You had the same urge when you saw his face as he first tasted his coffee and then his cake. It was soooo adorable…

Before the two of you went your separate ways, Jum quietly told you that he wouldn’t spill your secret.

~~~

You watched from backstage as the girls politely clapped on screen, the boys awarded as the top artist of the week. They were really starting to make progress on their diss track but you couldn’t help but distance yourself from the project. The lyrics that were unfolding made you uncomfortable in a different way from how Golden did.

Golden had lines about not hiding anymore and being honest but it just felt like a lie whenever Rumi sang it with the girls. But Takedown… was strictly about killing demons because they were evil, unfeeling monsters that didn’t deserve to live. It made your skin crawl and you couldn’t help but itch at your arms and neck from time to time when you heard them discussing it.

You turned to make your way back to the girls’ dressing room to meet them once the awards ended and they left the stage. You could hear clapping again, the awards must have ended. And then you were swept away. Into a closet.

‘What was with these guys?!’ You were pinned against a shelf of cleaning supplies, a thick arm caging you in above you. Another held out a flower to you. “Hey there, babe~”

You crossed your arms, looking up at him unimpressed. Well… there was a little flush on your cheeks. “Hi Abby. What is this, a shoujo manga?”

He tsked, smirking playfully down at you, “Come on, babe, can’t spare a guy a warmer welcome?”

“Not when he and his friends keep sweeping me away for their whims. What did you want?” You plucked the flower from his hand, rolling the stem between your fingers.

Abby chuckled, his arm flexing as he swept his hair out of his face. “Well, our two youngest got to spend some one-on-one time with you and I wanted my turn. Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”

You hesitated. And not for the reasons you should’ve. “I… I have to get dinner ready for the girls…”

“What are you, their housewife?” He raised a brow down at you.

You grimaced as the words hit a little close to home. Yeah, he hit the nail right on the head. “I guess… they can order take out tonight…”

“Yes! Come on, before the other boys catch up!” Abby cheered, taking your wrist and jogging out of the closet and to the nearest exit.

“Hey!”

“Abby!”

“No fair!” You heard the cries of the other Saja Boys behind you as he dragged you along. You chuckled. The other demon boys could easily catch up if they wanted to. But dang, you dropped your flower back there…

A few streets over, you stopped as Abby slowed down barely out of breath, in contrast to you who was panting like a dog. Oh man, you felt way too gross to be with this man right now.

“So… I actually don’t know any good spots to eat at…”

You laughed at his sheepish expression. “Come on, there are some good food stalls at the night market.”

Without thought, you took his hand and led the way. When you got there, it turned out that Abby wasn’t picky about his food at all and that he could pack away a lot of food. You guys went from stall to stall, you were amazed as Abby charmed the older sellers, chatting with them as if they had known each other for a long time. Whatever food you couldn’t finish, Abby happily did.

“What are you? Some demon trash disposal? Where does it all go?” You asked him as he finished off the last of the chicken skewers you both had been eating.

“Straight to my muscles of course,” He smirked, flexing cheekily with a wink.

You laughed and shoved him jokingly. Then, a curious thought occurred to you, “Hey Abby? Can I… ask what the demon realm is like?”

He blinked, surprised by the question but you just continued looking forward, not meeting his eyes. He copied you, looking ahead as the two of you walked.

“It’s dark and depressing. The sky is red like it’s on fire and the ground is dry and desolate. Nothing grows there. There are two main types of demons: those that formed from souls fed to Gwi Ma and those that lost their souls making deals with Gwi Ma. There are also demons born from other demons but those are rare.”

You frowned in thought, not responding for a long moment. So, demons really could feel emotions. Did that mean… that your dad really did love your mom…?

Abby noticed your expression, lost in deep thought, “What’cha thinking about there, babe?”

You didn’t answer for a moment, too many thoughts trailing in too many different directions… “Nothing important. So, which are you guys, Abby?”

Abby hummed, “Call me Kwan,” he said, letting you change the subject. He couldn’t help but let you in a little closer. He thought if he just kept using his stage name with you, he could keep a little distance between you, keep the mission in mind. But… he wanted to let you close.

“Well, with the exception of Jum, we’re all humans that made deals with Gwi Ma years ago out of desperation. I…” Kwan trailed off and the two of you stopped by the river to sit on a bench in a quiet area. “I was born during an old war. I wasn’t strong enough to protect my family when it counted, so I asked Gwi Ma for strength to protect those I cared about.” He laughed sarcastically, “How well that turned out for me…”

You frowned, taking his hand slowly, hesitantly offering comfort from the obviously dark memories and regrets swimming through his head. He smiled softly at you, squeezing your hand as the two of you looked out over the river. There was nothing for either of you to say at that moment, but you understood each other.

~~~

After that interaction with Kwan, the girls noticed you were lost in thought more often, but they didn’t bring it up, figuring you were just deep in thought about the visuals and clothes for the new song. You often got lost in a new project when it really inspired you.

Except you didn’t like the new song. It was just so hateful towards demons and after you knew most demons come from human souls in some shape or form, you couldn’t fully support it. Especially with your own pattern steadily spreading across your skin. You had to start using a salve to help with the scratching the stress was causing. If they spread too much more, you would have to start wearing a face mask…

Now that you think about it, the only Saja Boys you haven’t really talked to are Jinu and Mystery. Which one would ambush you next? Was it bad that you were looking forward to it?

You needed a break from the girls. As the Honmoon corruption got worse and more demons came through, they got more tense and enthusiastic with the new diss track. So, you went to the park to sit and just breathe for a few minutes. You sat on a bench under the shade of a tree, head back and eyes closed under the sun as you took a deep breath. Someone was playing Soda Pop nearby and you could hear Golden somewhere too…

Your eyes snapped open when arms wrapped around you from behind a nose buried into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath. You flushed deep red, shrieking as you leapt to the other end of the bench. A hand pressed to your chest to settle your racing heart you turned to see it was a sulky Mystery, pouting at you pulling away so quickly.

“It’s just me,” He said.

“Personal space, dude!” You cried vehemently, your face still a dark red. Mystery circled the bench to sit next to you. Like, right next to you. Your thighs were touching. You deadpan at him, “This is not personal space, man.”

Mystery just tilted his head at you. It was nice to see you with the sun shining down on you like this. And your scent was so comforting when it filled his senses, he couldn’t help but burrow his nose in the crook of your neck. It made his teeth itch to bite again.

“How do you guys keep finding me? Do you have some kind of tracker or something…?”

“Nah, it’s mostly by chance,” Mystery told you, casually taking your hand to play with your fingers and the rings you had on. He didn’t tell you how Jinu’s bird was keeping an eye or three on you… He didn’t remember much about social normalities from when he was human, but he could remember that telling someone they were being watched was weird.

You shook your head and let him do as he pleased, taking a deep breath and tilting your head back to enjoy the sun while closing your eyes.

Then there was a tugging on your hand, “Let’s go.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond or ask where you were going before he was tugging you off the bench and away. “Wait, Mystery, where are we going?” You almost slapped a hand over your mouth, hoping no one heard that it was one of the Saja Boys out in public.

“Hyeon. De-stress,” he said simply. Then he was pulling you into an arcade. You didn’t really know how playing some games at an arcade would help you relax

But at least you didn’t have to pay to play because Hyeon was already pulling out his wallet! Don’t get it wrong, you could pay for stuff yourself, but it was refreshing after eating so much food with Jum and Kwan. You refused to let them pay for your food and you didn’t pay for theirs either but it was still money…

When Hyeon had the prepaid wristbands, he turned to hand one to you with a small smile, “Sometimes, you just need to act like a kid.”

You blinked. And then he was pulling you to the first game he saw with that small content smile and you couldn’t help but laugh.

You were pretty sure he also just wanted to go to an arcade…

Hyeon was right though. Playing those games, you couldn’t help but laugh and as you became more competitive with him, you forgot what was bugging you. You laughed louder and became more comfortable treating him like a close friend, pushing him and bickering as he gave you a little smug smirk when he won and a sulky pout when he lost. You had to pull him back when he started barking at a few people that tried to rush the two of you at some games…

It was late by the time you both left, matching ugly keychains in hand from the prize shop.

“… Thanks Hyeon, I really needed that,” You smiled at him as you stopped at the park where you would both be going your own ways.

He smiled, taking your hand in his. “Of course, princess. Anything to see that smile on your face.”

Oh boy. You didn’t think Hyeon would be the cheesy one but he said it so seriously before placing a kiss on your hand.

You shook yourself, your face flushing red as you steeled yourself, “Hey, I am not a princess!” You crossed your arms.

Hyeon smirked a little, “I don’t think you can handle what I really want to call you so princess will do for now.”

Your jaw couldn’t help but drop as your face flushed darker.

“See you soon, princess,” he said, and then he was walking away and you just stared after him, speechless.

‘What did he mean by that?! Ugh, stupid hot demon boys…’

~~~

Another award show passed and Golden won most played song of the week. But tensions were still high as the Saja Boys took over more and more of the billboards, they were all anyone could see on TikTok too, more fans joining the Pride.

Your nervous scratching was getting worse, you had to go out and get another salve. Thankfully, the girls were too focused on Takedown and demon hunting to keep track of when you were in or out of the tower. It hurt you a little though, that you fell to the wayside so easily.

You were mindlessly scratching over your sleeve with the salve safely wrapped in a small paper bag in your arms as you started the walk back to the tower. You needed to talk to the design team about what you had in mind and to the producers about visuals for a possible music video.

“What’cha got there, pretty girl?”

You turned to see him leaning against the wall in the shadows of an alley. You sighed, “Do you plan these dramatic encounters or do they just come naturally to you?”

Jinu chuckled, standing straight but his eyes lingered on the bag in your arms and the arm where you had been scratching. “Being an idol calls for a flare for the dramatic,” He shrugged.

You chuckled at his antics but then his hand snapped out to grab your wrist. Panicked, you tried to pull away as he pushed your sleeve up. You forgot that he knew about your pattern so it wasn’t those marks he was looking at.

No, it was the red scratch marks littering your arm where the pattern was darkest.

He snapped his eyes up to glare at you, pulling you somewhere, “What’s so bad that you scratch yourself to such a degree?”

You had no answer for him besides shame… So you didn’t say anything.

He sighed. Jinu ended up taking you to a small plaza, not many people around as he sat you on the edge of a fountain. He pulled out the small glass container of salve you had gotten, reading the ingredients with narrow eyes before opening it and smelling it.

Jinu tsked before taking your arm to gently apply the salve to each bleeding scratch and red mark, “The herbs used today are so bad, not as effective as the ones grown years ago… too much pollution…” He murmured to himself.

You couldn’t help but smile at his care. “Thanks Jinu…”

He glanced up and faltered, remembering who he was and who he was with as he quickly but carefully finished up, fumbling a little as his cheeks pinked, “Oh, ah, it’s fine, don’t mention it.” He quickly screwed the cap on of the salve and practically shoved it in your hands before awkwardly sitting down next to you.

Wow. Jinu was the most awkward of the group it seemed. Was Baby really the maknae of the group? You giggled at how the tips of his ears were red and he refused to look at you.

“Is it really… that bad living with the patterns…?”

You froze at his hesitant question. You gripped your arm over your sleeve to keep from scratching more at the flare of stress you felt. You couldn’t look at him. “I don’t know… I started scratching when I was a kid. It comes and goes depending on what I’m stressed about…”

“Meaning, when you’re stressed about your pattern,” Jinu summarized thoughtfully. You could feel his gaze on the side of your face.

“Yeah…” You avoided his gaze.

Jinu frowned. This wasn’t like the first interaction he had with your sister. That was filled with him trying to gain her trust, trying to convince her that he was the only one that would understand her. It made his stomach curl uncomfortably how she didn’t even argue that you understood her. Were you two not very close?

He saw something different than your sister in you, “You liked your patterns once, didn’t you?”

Your face slackened then hardened, “…I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He frowned but nodded in acceptance anyway. Pushing wouldn’t get him anywhere. “That’s alright, but I can understand what you’re going through,” It was the same thing he told your sister. But with you he couldn’t help but… genuinely mean it. He looked down at his hand. His pattern was a constant reminder of his shame after all. Sometimes he wanted to scratch until they just peeled away too.

“I know, I just… I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it…” You told him. Rumi should be the first one you talked to about this, right? But, wouldn’t she just recycle Aunt Celine’s words at you? Never show your faults (Y/n), never show your pattern (Y/n), you’d betray Rumi and everyone else if you shared your pattern (Y/n), you’re not enough (Y/n).

You shook your head and stood. “I want ice cream.”

He looked up at you with surprise, “Oh. Okay…?”

“Come on.” The shoe was on the other foot now as you started marching to the nearest ice cream shop, not waiting to see if he would follow.

“Wh-what? Wait, what’s happening?” He scrambled after you, confused but going along with your sudden decision.

Jinu followed you into the ice cream shop, sliding on a pair of glasses and a hat to disguise himself. You were already ordering what you wanted, two big scoops of your favorite flavor.

He almost jumped when you suddenly turned to him expectantly. “Oh, uh,” He stuttered, scanning the flavors before him. It felt like he was sweating with the sudden pressure he felt. There were so many names, why were there so many different ice cream names?! “Uh, two scoops of Chuckle Chunk.” He couldn’t even tell you what was in it.

You couldn’t help but giggle at how stiff Jinu was. You hadn’t meant to make him feel pressured but it was pretty adorkable.

The two of you paid and left the shop to eat your ice cream at the fountain. You watched as he hesitantly tried his ice cream. His face lit up.

You chuckled, starting to eat your own ice cream, “How is it?”

Jinu couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah, it’s got these really rich chocolate things and there’s these little white pieces and some salty caramel things too.”

You blinked at how he described it. “How old are you again…?” That was how he described brownie fudge chunks, marshmallow pieces, and sea salt caramel syrup?

He blinked too, “Four hundred…?”

You couldn’t help but balk, “Oh wow, you’re old.”

He deadpanned at you. “And you’re a baby.”

You laughed. Jinu didn’t really know what you were laughing about, maybe just the situation itself but he smiled.

It was easier to be around you than he thought it would be. “Don’t stress too much.”

You looked at him, “It’s kinda hard to avoid stress when Gwi Ma is trying to destroy the Honmoon and feast and the human souls of the whole population. Besides, I’ve got a lot going on: visuals for the girls, keeping our apartment clean, cooking, designing clothes and visuals for them, and then there’s a fan signing event coming up…” You sighed and Jinu grimaced. Wow.

Jinu knew he wasn’t helping with the stress you were going through but he couldn’t help his selfish streak. He wanted his memories gone…

“Just… Cut your nails or wear gloves so you don’t hurt yourself so badly…” Jinu told you.

You smiled. He was… worried for you. It was the first time that someone’s worry didn’t make you feel weak. It wasn’t about your fighting capabilities, it was about your well-being. When was the last time that someone worried about that?

“Thanks Jinu…” You smiled mischievously. “It’s the first time such a pretty boy has shown me such care,” You turned the table on him.

Jinu spontaneously combust. Stuttering as he shoved more ice cream in his mouth to occupy himself but that just made his head hurt.

“Brain freeze!” You laughed.

~~~

The night before the fan signing event, you laid awake in bed. The girls were surely already sleeping so that they could get plenty of rest. But you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Looking back on the past two weeks, you felt more conflicted than you ever had before.

The voice in your head that sounded like Aunt Celine said that you shouldn’t be letting the Saja Boys so close, getting so comfortable with them. The girls were going to kill them anyway so you were just looking to get your heart broken at this rate.

But a small part of yourself whispered that they made you feel safe, seen, heard in a way that you never had been before.

Outtake(s):

Jum(Baby): “Do they make these cakes…spicier?”

You: “Uh…no. No they do not.”

Jum(Baby): *Sadly* “Aw man…”

…

Hyeon(Mystery): *Sees someone just a little too close to you* “Grrrrr…”

You: *Being dragged along as you try to hold him back* “You can’t- Stop! Bad Saja Boy!”

Hyeon(Mystery): *Feral gremlin barking*

…

You: *sick of all these pretty boys flustering you* “What do you want, pretty boy?”

Jinu: *ERROR ERROR ERROR* “Uhhhh…”

…

Huntr/x: “You know, (Y/n) has been disappearing a lot lately… And she never wants to listen to our song…”

Huntr/x: “Maybe she’s uncomfortable with the lyrics?”

Huntr/x: …

Huntr/x: “Nah. She’s just way too inspired by our violent need to eradicate all demons.”

You: *frantically scratching*

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The art of pleasure: second dates ° Ch 1

Best friend privileges ° Bang Chan

After 8 very successful lessons it is time to go on those second dates the boys were so eager to go on.

Spin off of my series "The art of pleasure"

WC: 1028 Genre: Smut 18+ ONLY, Frat boy AU, College AU

TW: smut, unprotected sex, cream pie, slight manhandling, slight breeding kink, daddy kink, let me know if i missed anything

Chris pressed sweet feather-like kisses all over your collarbones;his breath tickled your skin as he giggled at your tiny whimpers. You should’ve known it would end like this when Chan had texted you ‘wanna come over tonight eheh?’. When you had stepped foot into his room a scene straight out of a romantic movie greeted you, candles and petals were scattered everywhere around the small bedroom.

“Damn, Christopher you really went all out, uh?” even if your tone was mocking, your heart skipped a beat at the effort he put in.Romantic gestures weren’t normal for Chan, he was the most infamous fuck boy in your whole university after all.

“Anything for you, baby,” he giggled like a child. After that you had settled down to watch a movie, but you knew your friend had other plans in mind. Ever since you had come into his room, he had a fiery look into his eyes; something you had only heard people talk about on campus. Experiencing it though, was another story, you felt intimidated and desired, you wanted to kneel before him and do everything he asked you to, you wanted him to use you until you couldn't think straight.

Not even five minutes later Chris's lips were on yours and the movie was long forgotten.

His kisses were short and light, and not nearly passionate enough. You felt like you were on fire, both your skin, your pussy, and your brain was short circuiting. You understood why those girls were all begging to sleep with him for just another night.

With your pussy throbbing, your panties soaked through and your head empty, you couldn't help what came out of your mouth.

“Daddy, please, I want more,” you whined. The words hung heavy in the air.

“Channie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-”

Chris pressed your lips together, your apology lost. His hand made his way down your body until he was cupping your heat.

“It's okay baby, I will take care of you. Are my hands enough for you?” His lips still worked on your neck but this time they were sucking a little more harshly, his teeth grazed your skin every now and then.

“No no no no,” you cried out, you wanted to feel him, really feel him. His hands weren't going to cut it.

“Shh, it's okay baby, how about this, huh?” At that, Chan pressed his clothed bulge between your legs and gently rocked his hips up and down, up and down. You could feel the heat radiating off him, pearls of sweat appeared on your forehead. His light silver chain brushed against your hot skin at every roll of his hips, making you gasp at the temperature difference.

“Please, daddy fuck me, I want you, I need you.” A tear fell from the corner of your eye, down the side of your face. Chan cooed and wiped the moisture away.

“I can't resist you when you make that sweet face.” He laid back on his hunches and hurriedly took off your pants and underwear just to do the same for him. When you opened your legs wide for him like a good girl, he sucked in a breath.

“God baby, pussy so pretty just like I remembered.” Chan positioned himself between your legs, his warm hands gripped your thighs and pushed them upwards so they were almost touching your torso.

“Keep them like this, mh baby?”

“Yes, daddy.” Your pussy dripped at how roughly his hands gripped your skin and downright fluttered when, after releasing your legs he pinned your wrist to the bed, above your head. He leaned down after that and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips as a thank you for letting him handle you as he wished.

“How do you want it, baby?” His lips tickled yours and you felt like you were going to explode; you wanted him inside and you wanted his lips on yours. Immediately.

“Pound me, Channie, please.” A small pinch to your wrists made you mewl.

“That's not how you call me baby.”

“I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please,” you bubbled incoherently. Streams of words kept escaping your mouth until Chan swiftly pushed all of his length into you, with no warning. A strangled scream resounded in the room, mixed with a low moan from Chan.

Your best friend wasted no time in fulfilling your wish and started roughly thrusting into you. Your body moved around like a ragdoll, your legs stayed in place and your ankles wrapped around Chan's torso to keep him in place. You never wanted him to stop, the drag of his cock against your walls and of his pelvis on your clit made you see stars. The headboard of his bed smashed against the wall at every thrust, the frame creaked at the movement. You almost pitied the poor guy that roomed next to him, almost.

Chan started panting and groaning down your neck, the sounds getting more and more strangled with each thrust of his hips.

“I'm sorry, baby, but you're too warm and soft, I'm gonna cum, I can't hold it,” his voice was shaky and raspy, it was making your pussy tighten and drip down his shaft.

“I don't want you to, Daddy, I want you to cum inside me.”

“God baby, you're gonna drive me crazy if you say those things,” Chan's hips picked up an even faster and more brutal pace, you swear you could feel him in your stomach. Every sharp hit made your poor neglected clit throb, you wanted him to touch it, you wanted to cum so hard around him he wouldn't be able to pull out, but most importantly you want to feel his hot cum inside you and see it drip out of you.

Like he had heard your thoughts, a second after you felt a hot liquid fill your womb.

Chan stopped his movements and collapsed on top of you.

“Give me 10 minutes baby, then I'm all yours again,” he mumbled against your neck, “you better be ready, I'll make your little pussy cum so many times you'll beg me to stop.”

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THE MANAGER DESERVES A RAISE! | saja boys x reader

SYNOPSIS. through some stroke of luck, you ended up being the manager of a demon boy band. from teaching them about phones and social media to managing their idol activities. did you sign up for more than you bargained for?

CONTENT. crackfic, fluff, lighthearted, gn!reader, one use of (y/n), ambiguous reader, mystery centric (for now), brief mention of needles and piercings, saja boys being saja boys

WORD COUNT. 922

AUTHOR'S NOTE. i've been so obsessed with this show and the songs lol i just HAD to write something (also bc i literally didn't see a single xreader fic on ao3 when i wrote this)! i also want to write more and kinda make this a compilation of minifics bc i also do have an overarching plot for this as well and theyre so fun to write!

“Abs, just sit still.”

The manchild blatantly ignores you, too focused on spinning the chair around and twisting and turning just to see how his stomach flexes in response.

Your eye twitches and you contemplate whether this plan really needed all five of them. Surely a four member boy group would do?

A hand pats your shoulder and you glance over at Mystery furiously pointing at himself.

“You want to go first?” you ask unsurely.

“Mmh, mmh!” he responds.

Your face drops, unamused. “I know you can speak, Mystery.”

His lips pull up into a shit eating smirk as he raises a hand, twisting it so the back faced you, and. . .

. . . flips you off.

You short circuit, mouth agape before whirling around to the rest of the group who were busily tapping away at their phone (you don’t want to remember how many tears were shed and how many lives–phones–were lost just trying to teach them).

“Which one of you taught him that?!”

Tap, tap, tap.

Some chronically online, brainrot, AI generated meme blasted from Baby’s phone, giggles erupting from the couch he and Romance lounged on as they scrolled through whatever inane app they were on. Jinu wasn’t any better as he wrestled with his bird and Abs was. . . Abs.

Breathe in. Count to five. Breathe out.

You turned back to Mystery, gesturing to the set of chairs–spinnable, of course, Gwi-Ma was paying for it after all–as you pulled a cart over.

As he sat down, content from showing you just how much of human culture he was learning about, you tugged his chair closer to yours as you plucked up a hollow needle with a gloved hand.

“I hope you know that I’m not letting that slide.” You smile cheerfully, the needle glinting threateningly in your grasp. He nervously gulps and you could feel his gaze fix on the instrument. You laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, no, I’m not going to do anything to you right now. But I hope this haunts you every day, even in your dreams, that I could be enacting some plan to get back at you. You won’t know when, you won’t know where, it might be in the bathhouse, or it might not. But know that I will be getting my revenge.”

Mystery’s lips grew still. Behind his bangs, his eyes furiously darted around, to his members, the needle, you, the chairs–wow, they were really nice chairs–then to your face. Oh, nevermind, you were still looking scary. He instead focuses on his bandmates, the people he’s suffered with, bled with, for one last glance at something that would calm his distressed heart before he died in the very near future.

The sound of random and, quite frankly, unfunny videos blasting from the couch as Baby and Romance cackled, several clicks and flashes of light as Abs took photos of his abs, and Jinu cursing as his bird pecked him again for daring to touch his hat were the last things he witnessed before he closed his eyes.

Mentally sending two giant middle fingers to each and every one of his members, he shed a silent tear as he began planning his funeral. Hydrangeas, he wanted hydrangeas at his funeral.

“. . . aaand there! All done. How d’ya like your new piercings?” You handed him a mirror and discarded your gloves, eyeing the other boys for your next target.

“It’s nice.” he answered, tilting and turning his head to observe the new jewelry dangling about.

“And?” you pressed.

“And what?”

You let out a sigh, shaking your head as you waved a dismissive hand despite the pang of disappointment welling in your chest. They were demons and soon-to-be idols on top of that, you really didn’t know what you were expecting. You just had to see this plan through, help Jinu manage the team, and, once they defeated Huntrix, you’d be free. Forming any relationship with them outside of ‘convenient helper’ was unnecessary, no matter how desperately you missed inane conversations, inside jokes, and late nights spent trying whatever oddly flavored ramen all of you found.

“Hey, I’m next, right?”

You blinked, pushing those thoughts back as Romance plopped down on the chair in front of you. A little confused, you glanced over to the couch to see Mystery sitting by Baby now.

Did he. . . ?

No, Mystery was definitely not being nice. It was just a coincidence. He wasn’t being nice and just shooed Romance over so that he could lounge on the couch that they all had an odd obsession with.

“Yup. Here’re the piercings I have. Since you all heal so fast, you can get pierced with the prettier ones.” you explained, tugging the cart closer as you handed him a mirror.

He flicked his hair, an annoying action he’s picked up from all the idol videos you’ve been showing them, and casually leaned back in the chair. “Obviously, the fans would eat up anything I wore. Just pick whichever you like, cutie.”

You swore you could hear Mystery laughing to himself as you held back a barely restrained scream of frustration. Yeah, definitely not just being nice.

Your phone buzzed beside you as you laid in bed, tucked in and just about to go to sleep.

Mystery

Your good sat You’re good at piercing They look nice That you Thank you

(y/n)

no problem!! ur welcome :)

Suddenly, simple conversations don’t seem all that impossible anymore. Smiling to yourself, you fall asleep with your phone clutched tight to your chest and pleasant dreams of a life you had given up.

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coupsie-daisies · 9 months ago

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Kinktober '24: Primal Play/Biting | Jung Wooyoung

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact)

Summary: Wooyoung rented out a cabin for the two of you to live out a fantasy. You couldn't be happier

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: minor elements of cnc (everything is consensual and discussed beforehand), chasing, some fear play, physical aggression from both parties, choking, biting, blood for a split second if you squint, oral (m and f receiving), face fucking, spanking, dacryphilia, hair pulling, fingering, some manhandling, scratching, Wooyoung has a dirty mouth, reader is mentioned as being prey, use of the terms 'pet' and 'thing' like once each, praise, degradation, and probably a lot more

A/N: This is kinda filthy and yall are probably gonna eat this up. Please heed the warnings!!! Enjoy!

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Your heart was racing so hard it was making your chest ache, blood rushing in your ears as you pressed your back as hard as possible against the corner of the closet you were hiding in. It was pitch black, nothing but the faint sliver of light shining beneath the door from the light Wooyoung had turned on. Your hand was clasped over your mouth to try and stifle the sound of your breathing.

You could hear his footsteps, slow and deliberate as he circled the room. Then it was quiet, and then the light flicked off, and for a moment you really thought that you were home free. Then, just as you were properly letting your guard down, the door to the closet was flung open, and your boyfriend was looming over your frame, his shadow engulfing you in darkness you didn't even know was possible.

"Found you," he said, voice low and sending a jolt of panic through you. You pushed yourself up, bolting to push past him only for his arms to wrap around your waist. You squirmed, shrieking and pushing into his shoulder. He grunted as you managed to jab an elbow into his side, his grip on you loosening enough to squeeze yourself free. You dashed out the door, pulling it shut behind you to gain an extra second and sprinting down the steps, damn near tripping on your way down.

Your eyes scanned the cabin that was laid out in front of you before booking it towards the kitchen. Maybe if you were careful you could find a place to hide outside, maybe he wouldn't think to look there.

You'd thought Wooyoung was insane when he'd suggested renting a remote cabin to live out your wildest fantasies and all your domestic dreams far away from everything, but now with nobody for miles and nothing but your own instincts to protect you from the dark, desperate side of Wooyoung that had taken over.

You took a sharp turn into the kitchen, hissing when your side caught the corner of the counter. And maybe it was that single moment of slowing down, or the way your fingers were fumbling with the lock on the sliding glass door, too hopped up on the adrenaline to function properly, but you didn't manage to get the door open before Wooyoung was running up on you.

One of his palms landed against the glass door by your head, the other curling into your hair and yanking your head back. You looked up at him, eyes wide with that delicious panic that he craved to see in you, and his own dark and dangerous as he drank in your expression.

"You put up such a good fight, didn't you?" He purred, the corner of his lips tugging up into a vicious smirk. You squirmed, trying not to give in to the weight of his body pressing you to the glass. He pulled harder at your hair and you let out a strangled cry as if the pain of it, and the way he let his strength loose like he hardly ever did, wasn't leaving a searing pool of arousal between your thighs. "Bet you wanted me to catch you, hm? Put your pretty holes to use?"

He pressed closer, the cold of the glass stinging even through the fabric of your shirt, and you could feel the outline of his cock, hard and heavy against your thigh. He chuckled, noting the way that you still weren't sold on giving in to him, on letting him get what he wanted, but that was part of the fun, waiting for the switch to flip in your head and watching the way you turned from frantic prey to eager pet for him.

"Woo," You whined out, eyes watering from how hard he was still gripping at your hair. He growled, leaning down to capture your lips with his and taste how sweet his name was on your tongue. You kissed him back, teeth catching his lip hard enough to make him hiss. He brought his free hand up, wrapping it around the front of your throat and giving it a small squeeze. You gasped, and he dove deeper into the kiss.

Your hands found his waist, nails digging into his skin and feeling the way he kissed you harder in return. He pulled away, harshly dragging your shirt off of you while you worked his off in turn, each of you battling each others movements until your upper halves were bare for each other. He dipped down, mouth latching onto your neck and leaving a harsh trail of little marks. When he reached the crook of your neck, he stopped, just dragging his tongue over the spot. His big hands found your waist, pinning you back into the door and keeping you from jolting away from the feeling of the glass no matter how hard your body tried as it adjusted.

You were about to protest, tell him to let you go or get on with it, when his teeth dug into the soft spot where your shoulder met your neck, biting so hard that you were temporarily consumed by the searing pain. You cried out his name, hips grinding towards his and nails leaving nasty red marks down his biceps that he'd surely flaunt later.

He didn't let up right away, biting until you were flinching away properly. When he pulled away, he admired the way his teeth left bright dents against your skin, a couple tiny droplets of blood blooming on your skin. He smirked, latching his mouth over the spot and soothing the pain with his tongue.

"Need you," You insisted, pushing him off by his shoulders and dropping to your knees in front of him. You pulled his pants down, taking his boxers with them. He hastily kicked them out of the way, still focused on the way that you stroked him, spreading the precum he was leaking along his length before sliding your mouth down him with no warning.

He tossed his head back, letting out a guttural groan at the warm wetness of your mouth wrapped around him. He pressed a hand to the back of your head, urging more of himself into your mouth. You gripped at his thighs, looking up at him and easing your mouth open, letting him thrust hungrily into your mouth like he wanted to. You couldn't breathe properly with the way he was filling your throat, drool spilling over your lips and tears pricking your eye with every gag you made around him, but it was just spurring him on.

"Fucking filthy," He said, voice practically a whine as he fucked your face, admiring how absolutely ruined you looked for him, squirming and pushing at his thighs when he held your head down on his cock. He could feel your throat contracting around him, feel you spluttering and gagging and absolutely choking on him. He squeezed his eyes shut, holding you there for a second longer before letting you pull off of him.

You doubled over, coughs wracking your body, but he only gave you a few moments to catch your breath before he was grabbing your arm and hauling you to your feet. You stumbled, letting him bend you over the counter to yank your pants and underwear down your thighs. You laid your upper half firm against the counter, feeling yourself drip down your thighs.

You didn't see him kneel down, but then his hands were kneading at your ass, and his mouth was latching over your core. He lapped at you, sucking and slurping so lewdly that you'd probably be mortified if it didn't feel like heaven. You rocked back against his face, aiding him in the way he eagerly smothered himself in you, drinking you in and drowning in your arousal. He drove his tongue deeper into you, coaxing more of your wetness out.

Your moans were flowing out of you without any hesitation now, chants of his name and hoarse, wailing pleas for him to keep going. He pulled away, pushing three fingers into you all at once. Your knees wobbled with the stretch of it and the expert way that he found your gspot, abusing it with his fingertips and biting into one of your ass cheeks, leaving another stinging mark, then several more down your thighs, ignoring the way you twitched and shrieked at the feeling, your entire body burning from the feeling.

Then you were coming on his fingers, drenching him in your juices which he eagerly lapped up as it ran down his wrist. He pulled away and stood up, not bothering to wipe your wetness from his face before lining himself up with your aching cunt. The slide was so easy, the tip of his cock reaching into your tummy and sparking a sort of desire that you couldn't begin to fathom.

"Fuck me," You demanded, already rocking back onto his cock. He reached around you, hand circling your throat again, the tip of his pointer finger guiding your chin back. You obediently arched your back, head tipped so far that you could see the way his dark hair was sticking to his forehead, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat and lips plump and red from working over you.

His thrusts were immediate, deep and fast and making your hands scramble against the counter. He filled you up perfectly, every breath coming out huffed and growly as he fucked into you like a feral animal. His free hand gripped your hip, digging his nails into you and dragging you back into each thrust until he was fucking you like a toy.

Your walls clenched around him, trying to suck him deeper, or slow him down, you weren't sure, and you didn't care. Every move he made sent tingles through you, every ridge of his cock dragging deliciously inside of you and making your head spin.

You were so loud, barely noticing the way you were babbling pure nonsense, but it was music to Wooyoung's ears.

"so fucking tight," He huffed, letting go of your hip to spank you hard, then again, and again until you were trembling under the weight of him. "Look how fucking perfect this pussy is. Made for me to use, my pretty little hole."

You couldn't think with him talking to you like that, and then he was pulling on your waist, dragging you up so your back was pressed into him, every breath tickling your ear. You gasped, feeling him even deeper as he nudged your legs as far apart as he could with your pants still around your knees.

"Wooyoung," You practically screamed, tears freefalling now. He reached up, using his thumb to wipe your tears away before sliding it into your mouth and letting you taste the salt on his skin.

"Go on, cum on my cock." He urged into your ear before dipping lower, biting the back of your shoulder hard again. That was the last push you needed, your entire body melting against him as your orgasm rocked through you. He didn't stop though, continuing to fuck into you hard and fast, groaning loudly at the way you were milking him.

"Too much," You mumbled, squirming underneath him, but he didn't give up, just sliding his hand into your hair and pushing you back down against the cool marble of the kitchen counter. The overstimulation was beginning to burn, slowly stoking the fire inside of you back up.

"Shh, just take it. Gonna take all my cum, right? Let me breed you nice and full like a slut?" He taunted, and you moaned, nodding as well as you could with him holding you down. Your entire body was already starting to ache, but it was a feeling that you craved.

Wooyoung tipped his head back, sweat beading at his hairline and dripping down his face as he chased his release, giving you a few more deep thrusts before he was spilling inside of you. He stayed there, plugging you full of his seed and letting you both catch your breath. He pulled out, and you winced, both at the emptiness and at the feeling of his cum slowly seeping out of you.

You stood up straight on weak legs, stretching your arms over your head. When you turned to look at him, his eyes were still dark, scanning every inch of you, taking in every mark he left on you. You opened your mouth to speak, but his hand came up, landing deceptively gentle around your throat, that self satisfied smirk curling his lips and leaving him looking like the cat that got the cream.

"Oh pretty thing, you don't really think I'm done now, do you?" he asked. His grip tightened, and you let out a stunted gasp as he pulled you closer, dipping to your ear. "I'm gonna fuck you in every room of this house, and you're gonna take it. Isn't that right pet?"

You looked up at him, already aching to have him fuck you again, your heart racing in your chest at the way he looked at you. You nodded slowly.

"Good girl." He whispered, letting go of your throat and stroking your hair before nodding his chin towards the rest of the house. "Now run."

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