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pairing: idol!choi seung-hyun x famous!reader (idol, model, actress, etc.) wc: 1.3k warnings: 18+. unprotected sex (don't!), mild cursing. kind of player!seung-hyun. a/n: i'm so excited to be part of this writing event! make sure to check out all the other writers' works, everyone is so talented!! (p.s. i tried a slightly different writing style (i think?) so lmk what you guys think!)

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he looked just as bored as he felt. sitting at the bar, drink in hand, eyes flitting around the room like he was waiting for something to happen.

you approached him carefully, eyes landing on him just once as a small smile curled on your lips, taking a seat next to him as you waited for your drink.

he spoke first. introductions weren't really necessary; you knew who he was, and he knew who you were. he said your name like it tasted good. you asked him seemingly meaningless questions, chin resting in your hand like he was talking about the most interesting thing in the world.

but truly, there was more to him than the media let on. he wasn't just a famous idol with lots of money and adoring women chasing after him. there was something quieter. poetic, almost.

by the time you were tipsy enough to feel light-headed and laugh at his every joke, his voice dipped a bit lower. "wanna get out of here?"

you nodded, took his hand, and stood from the bar. no one at the venue noticed when he led you out to his car, arm draped around you. but you knew the media would notice.

seung-hyun was a player— at least that's what you'd read online about him. you weren't sure if that was true. but honestly, between his busy touring schedule and long hours at the studio, you knew someone like him didn't exactly have the time for anything long-term.

he kissed you in the backseat of the car on the drive to his house. his lips were soft and tasted like an expensive drink you'd never order yourself. the kiss was slow, yet also messy. his hands tentatively hovered over the fabric of the dress you were wearing, so when his fingertips brushed your arm, it felt like heat.

seung-hyun's house was, of course, a penthouse overlooking seoul. it was minimalistic but touched with his presence in that same quiet way. expensive art hung on walls, classy records stored on bookshelves.

now, you were curled up on his couch, glass of red wine in hand, barely touching, yet the tension between the two of you felt papable. seung-hyun's hand was resting comfortably on your thigh, like it belonged there.

"so," you began, taking a sip of the wine, letting the bittersweet warmth settle in your chest, "do you bring a lot of girls here?"

seung-hyun smirked, running a hand through his hair, and taking a sip from his own glass himself before answering. "no," he murmured, but the same teasing smile played on his lips.

you don't know who moved first but within moments he was kissing you again, more sure this time than it had been in the backseat of the car. his mouth moved against yours slow and steady, hand gently tilting your chin up. you were still tipsy and light-headed— maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was just him.

seung-hyun shifted a little, his other hand coming to your waist, blindly leading you from the couch to the bedroom, his lips still pressing messy kisses to the corner of your mouth then trailing down to your jaw.

you were propped up on your forearms on the bed, and for a brief moment, your gaze flickered over to a half-packed suitcase on his bedroom floor. seung-hyun followed your gaze and offered you a sheepish smile, mumbling, "didn't think i'd have company tonight."

he leaned in to kiss you again before you could respond, knees on either side of your hips. you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. his mouth trailed down your neck to your collarbone, pressing soft kisses on your bare skin.

both your clothes came off in a fury. not because out of haste, but out of hunger. when he sunk into you, your breath caught, legs instinctively tightening around his hips. your nails dug a bit deeper into his shoulder with every thrust, head leaning back against the mattress, soft moans escaping from your lips. seung-hyun's lips continued to press messy kisses on your bare skin and suck soft marks on your neck and collarbone.

"shit," he mumbled, hand reaching for yours, intertwining your fingers together, "i'm close."

"me too." you whispered, pulling him a bit closer and squeezing his hand. you could feel your orgasm building, the tension in your stomach coiling and squeezing him tighter. it only took a differently angled thrust for your release to crash over you, his name spilling from your lips with a loud moan. seung-hyun followed soon after, the feeling of your walls pulsing around him overwhelming as he came, head buried in your shoulder.

you stayed there like that for a while, him still inside of you, both of you breathing heavily and trying to catch your breath. you brushed a piece of hair out of his eyes and he kissed your shoulder as if it was nothing.

when he finally pulled out of you, he took a moment to admire the way you looked under him, still wrecked, before going to the bathroom to retrieve a damp cloth to clean you up with. he was silent as he cleaned up the mess between your thighs, but looked up once, murmuring, "you okay?"

you nodded. seung-hyun gave you his hoodie when he was done, wrapping you up in the warm fabric that smelled like him.

"stay the night." he murmured softly once he was settled in bed in his sweatpants, one arm wrapped lazily around you.

"okay." you agreed, gaze soft as you met his gaze. for a moment it felt like something different flickered in his gaze, but it was gone in an instant. seung-hyun merely kissed the back of your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, and pulled you a little closer into his chest, your eyes fluttering shut softly.

the next morning was soft, golden light trickling in through the curtains and illuminating the bedroom. seung-hyun wasn't in bed when you woke up, so you padded out of bed to find him, still in only his hoodie. you found him in the kitchen, rummaging in the fridge for something, shirtless, and humming something softly under his breath.

"hi." you murmured, voice still hoarse from sleep, as you stood in the doorway.

"morning," seung-hyun smiled, gaze landing on you. "coffee's over there if you want some."

"thanks." you said, walking over to the other side of the kitchen and pouring yourself a cup. you leaned against the counter, taking a sip. you could feel seung-hyun's gaze on you. it was silent for a moment in the kitchen. it wasn't awkward silence, but there was something unspoken in the air.

"i'm flying out this afternoon." seung-hyun said suddenly, voice soft, his gaze shifting over to the floor.

you nodded. his tour was starting soon, you knew that. but you didn't know if you were allowed to say that you'd miss him. or to ask when he'd be back.

seung-hyun sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. part of him wanted to say 'i'm sorry,' but he bit his lip, instead asking, "can i offer you a ride home?"

"that's okay," you responded, offering him a weak smile, "i'll call one."

once you finished your coffee, you set it down gently on the counter, then walked back over to the bedroom to get dressed again. you slipped on the same dress you'd been wearing last night, but kept seung-hyun's hoodie on. your gaze landed on the half-packed suitcase still sitting on the floor.

as you made your way over to the door, seung-hyun didn't ask for his hoodie back. but he also didn't ask for you to stay. "i'll see you around." he mumbled.

"yeah." you agreed softly, taking a shaky breath. for a moment, the two of you just stared at each other. you wanted to say more, but you knew shouldn't. "bye." you said, smiling at him softly.

"bye." he echoed, closing the door behind you. the silence you'd left behind in his apartment felt like something that wouldn't leave him for a long time.

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Training Room Clash

Pairing: Vick (Iris) x Fem!Reader

Summary: A sparring match with Vick turns violent, then feral — blood, torn clothes, and raw sex on the mat. In the aftermath, silence lingers, not soft but dangerous, a possession neither of you can deny.

Warnings: mdni 18+, voilence, blood, knife play, choking, rough sex, semi-public setting, possessive behavior, lack of tenderness, power struggles, mutual obsession, enemies-to-lovers tension, explicit sexual content.

Note: Had this sudden idea, i hope you enjoyed it.

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The IRIS training facility was as sterile as the rest of headquarters — concrete walls, mats worn thin from years of bodies hitting them, the air carrying the faint sting of disinfectant and sweat. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, cold and unforgiving.

The fluorescent lights hummed above, throwing a cold, sterile glow across the training hall. The mats smelled faintly of rubber and disinfectant, the air humming with silence so sharp you could hear your own breath. You stood in the center of the mat, barefoot, dressed in black training gear that clung like a second skin. Even stripped of heels and silk, you carried yourself with the same infuriating elegance — chin lifted, eyes glittering with a smirk that refused to fade.

Across from you, Vick adjusted the straps of his gloves with mechanical precision. He hadn’t said a word since you walked in. Jacket hung neatly on the bench, sleeves rolled just high enough to expose the tension in his forearms, he looked carved from stone: all focus, no distraction.

And yet you could feel it. His eyes skimmed you when he thought you weren’t looking. Too quick for most — but you caught it. Always. You tilted your head, smirk curling wider. “What’s wrong, Vick? Six feet between us and you still can’t look me in the eye?”

His head lifted at that, slow, deliberate, dark eyes locking onto yours. Cold. Cutting. “You mistake arrogance for skill.”

“Mm.” You flexed your fingers, stepping into stance with the ease of a dancer. “And you mistake silence for superiority.” The faintest flicker in his jaw. A muscle tensed. That was enough for you to pounce on. You began to circle, bare feet whispering against the mat, movements deliberate and liquid. Your body stayed loose, controlled, graceful, every step a performance. He mirrored you with the same ruthless calm, no wasted breath, his presence heavier with each shift. “Tell me,” you said lightly, voice taunting, “do you ever get bored of brooding, or does it thrill you to pretend you’re carved from marble?”

“Focus,” he snapped, low and sharp. You grinned, lunging just enough to draw him out. His block came fast, wrist snapping up, hand catching your forearm in a grip like steel. He held it too long, the press of his palm firm against your skin. His eyes cut into yours — calculating, cold. “You’re watching,” you whispered, your smirk curling. “Calculating,” he corrected, releasing you with a shove. “Mm.” You stepped back, smoothing a stray strand of hair from your cheek. “Same thing. You keep calculating, I keep teasing. Balance.”

The next round came quicker. He lunged; you twisted. His elbow caught your lip on the brush, splitting it faintly. You stumbled, but you licked the blood away slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact. “You like me better this way, don’t you?” you murmured, voice thick with arrogance. “Not silent. Not cold. Angry.”

Something flickered in his gaze. Heat. Buried deep, dangerous.

You stepped closer, brushing against him on purpose — shoulder grazing his chest, your breath ghosting over his jaw as you feinted. His body went rigid, the air tight between you.

“What is it, Vick?” you teased, low. “Afraid I’ll break through?”

This time, he snapped. His hand shot out, faster than a strike of lightning, catching your arm and twisting hard. The world flipped; the mat hit your back in a sharp crack. He loomed over you, one knee pressing into the mat beside your hip, his hand pinning your wrist to the ground. His breath came harsh, controlled, his face a mask of ice. “Enough,” he hissed.

You smirked up at him, blood bright on your lip. “Make me.”

The words hung heavy, the fuse sparking hot between you. His silence burned, his grip unrelenting, his body pressing into yours just enough to make your chest rise faster, heat sparking through the thin layer of sweat and tension. And though he stayed still, you felt it: his eyes dragging over your face, your lips, your throat. Want buried under restraint, violent and raw.

You laughed softly, defiant, teeth stained red. “There you are.”

The game wasn’t over. It was just beginning.

The silence after your taunt was razor-sharp, a live wire humming between you. Vick’s grip pinned your wrist, his weight pressing you into the mat. His face hovered above yours, unreadable — stone and steel, jaw clenched tight, dark eyes burning like embers banked too long.

You tilted your chin up, defiance curling your lips. “What’s wrong? Finally realizing I’m not as easy to bury as the others?”

His silence cut sharper than any reply.

And then he moved.

He yanked you up with brutal precision, flipping you forward. Your body hit the mat again, shoulder first, the air cracking from your lungs. You rolled with it, twisting, refusing to give him the satisfaction of staying down. Your elbow caught his ribs, sharp and deliberate, enough to make him grunt — quiet, controlled, but a sound nonetheless.

You smiled through the sting in your lip. “Didn’t like that, did you?” His response was a blur — his hand locking your wrist, the glint of steel flashing as he pulled a knife from his belt in one swift motion. Cold metal kissed your throat, the edge barely grazing your skin.

But you didn’t flinch. You laughed — low, breathless, maddening. “There it is. The real you.” Your hand shot up, gripping his wrist. Instead of pushing it away, you shoved the blade closer, the flat pressing harder into your skin. A taunt. A dare. “Go on,” you whispered, smirk curling. “Prove me right.”

His nostrils flared, his jaw tight. For a heartbeat, his hand trembled — not with weakness, but with restraint cracking at the edges. Then you twisted, hard, knocking the knife from his grip. It clattered onto the mat, spinning once before skidding out of reach.

In the same breath, you shoved him back with all your strength, straddling him in one swift, graceless move. Your thighs locked against his hips, your hands pressing into his chest, blood smearing from your split lip onto his shirt. “Looks like I win,” you taunted, breath ragged, your hair falling loose around your face.

His hands shot up, gripping your hips, fingers digging bruises into your skin. The look in his eyes was volcanic now — fury and hunger entwined, the calm mask fractured. “You think this is a game,” he growled, voice low, raw. Your smirk widened, even as your chest heaved with adrenaline. “No. I think this is foreplay.”

For the first time, his composure cracked completely. His grip on your hips tightened, dragging you harder against him, the friction sharp, unignorable. His breath came rough, hot against your face, his silence finally heavy with something more dangerous than control.

The knife lay forgotten on the mat. The fight had shifted. It wasn’t about winning anymore. It was about breaking.

The mat burned under your knees, your body straddling his, chest heaving, sweat and blood mixing in the sterile air. His hands gripped your hips with bruising force, pulling you hard against him, control fraying in the dark edges of his gaze.

You leaned in, lips curling, your voice low, taunting: “What’s the matter, Vick? Losing your edge?” His silence was thick, his breath harsh against your skin. You could feel his restraint trembling — like a bowstring drawn too tight, threatening to snap. You pushed harder. You dragged your nails down his chest, catching the fabric of his shirt, sharp enough to leave faint lines through the cotton. His jaw flexed, his nostrils flaring, eyes burning into yours.

“Still pretending,” you whispered, smirking, blood staining your teeth. “Still hiding.”

That broke him.

In a blur of motion, he surged upward, his hand snapping from your hip to your throat. The mat thudded beneath as he twisted, rolling you beneath him in one violent move. His body caged yours, his hand pinning your jaw, forcing your head back.

“Enough,” he hissed, his voice rough, low, nothing like his usual silence. You laughed, breathless, your lips split and shining with blood. “Make me.” His eyes locked on your mouth — and then the fuse finally ignited.

His mouth crashed onto yours, brutal and consuming. Teeth clashed, lips split wider, the taste of copper and heat filling the space between you. His tongue forced past your lips, rough, hungry, claiming, every stroke a declaration that this was no longer a game. You gasped against him, your hand fisting his shirt, dragging him closer, your legs curling tight around his waist. The kiss was violent, messy, drenched in adrenaline — a fight turned into something feral.

His grip on your jaw tightened, tilting your face higher as his tongue swept deeper, ruthless, unyielding. When he pulled back just enough to breathe, his lips dragged over the blood at the corner of your mouth. And then, deliberately, he licked it. Slow. Sharp. His tongue tracing the split, tasting you, copper-salt heat smearing against his mouth.

Your breath caught, your smirk trembling even under the violence. “You like it,” you whispered against his lips, voice ragged, broken with desire. “The blood. The fight. Me.”

His forehead pressed to yours, his eyes black, burning, unreadable. His silence said more than words ever could.

And then his mouth was on yours again, deeper, hotter, tongue and teeth, devouring you like he’d waited too long to stop pretending. The training room was gone. The mission, the world, everything outside those four walls vanished.

There was only the fight. And the kiss that turned it into fire

The kiss was savage, all teeth and heat, his mouth devouring yours like it was war. The copper taste of blood mixed with sweat, the sharp sting of your split lip making it almost unbearable — almost. But not enough to stop you. You clung to him, your nails digging crescent moons into his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt, dragging him closer until there was no space left between you. Your legs tightened around his waist, locking him against you, grinding up just enough to make his breath hitch against your mouth.

His tongue slid against yours, rough, unrelenting, every stroke a reminder that this wasn’t tenderness — it was control. Possession.

The kiss deepened until it was no longer a kiss at all — it was a brawl with tongues and teeth, every clash an attempt at dominance. His hand stayed firm at your throat, thumb pressing into the thrum of your pulse as though testing how fast it raced for him. You arched into it, smirking against his mouth even as your lungs fought for air.

Your nails tore down his chest, fabric scratching under your grip until the threads strained. His growl vibrated through the kiss, a warning — but you only dragged harder, tugging his shirt until buttons popped and fabric gaped, exposing hot skin beneath.

His response was instant. His free hand shot to your shirt, gripping the hem and tearing upward. The sound of fabric splitting filled the sterile room, obscene against the hum of fluorescent lights. Cool air kissed your bare skin, quickly followed by his palms, rough and possessive, sliding over your ribs as if claiming every inch.

The room was still heavy with tension— the smell of sweat, iron, and blood clinging to the air. The fluorescent hum above felt too bright, too sharp, the sterile walls an ugly contrast to the wreckage on the mat: your clothes shredded, your skin flushed and trembling, your lip still bleeding faintly from where his teeth had split it open.

Vick hadn’t moved far. He crouched over you, breath still rough, chest rising and falling with the force of what he’d just unleashed. His hand rested on your stomach, splayed wide, fingers sticky with sweat and blood that wasn’t all yours.

You smirked up at him, weak but defiant, your voice hoarse. “Well? Satisfied?” His eyes flicked to yours, dark and silent, but there was no satisfaction there. No release. If anything, he looked hungrier now, like he’d only sharpened the edge of something deeper. Slowly, without a word, he caught the hem of your ruined shirt and dragged it higher.

The fabric peeled up over your stomach, your ribs, then bunched uselessly around your collarbones. You weren’t wearing a bra. The chill of the training room air raised goosebumps over your bare breasts, your nipples tightening instantly under his stare.

His gaze lingered, unreadable, devouring.

Then he lowered his head.

His mouth met your stomach first — a slow, deliberate drag of his tongue across the taut skin just above your scar. Hot, wet, obscene. You gasped, your back arching, your hand flying to his hair. He didn’t flinch. He licked again, slower this time, tracing the edge of your ribcage, tasting salt and sweat. You smirked, breath shaking. “You’re thorough. Making sure you didn’t miss a spot?”

He didn’t answer. His mouth climbed higher, tongue flicking across the underside of your breast, his teeth grazing sharp against the soft swell. You hissed, your nails digging into his scalp, tugging him closer.

He obliged, not gently. His lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking hard enough to bruise, his tongue circling slow and deliberate. Your moan echoed off the cold concrete walls, obscene against the sterile silence of the training hall.

When he pulled back, his mouth glistened, a smear of your blood still at the corner of his lip. He dragged his tongue across it lazily, his eyes fixed on yours with that same unreadable fire.

“Vick…” you whispered, voice breaking between smirk and plea. He didn’t reply. He ducked again, his tongue hot as it traced back down your stomach, lower and lower, his hands spreading wide across your hips to pin you in place.

The fight wasn’t over. It was only changing shape.

The mat was slick under your back, your ruined blouse shoved high above your breasts, every inch of skin exposed to the sterile chill of the training hall. Vick’s mouth had already left your lip raw, your throat bruised, your nipples wet and swollen from his tongue.

But he wasn’t done.

His hands spread wide across your hips, fingers digging into the hollows hard enough to bruise. His gaze flicked up once, dark and unreadable, before he bent lower.

His mouth dragged slow down your stomach, tongue tracing the line of muscle, licking the sweat, tasting you. He paused over your scars, tongue flicking dangerously close. You smirked breathlessly, your nails curling into his hair.

His only answer was to bite down on the soft skin of your hip, sharp enough to make you gasp, before his tongue soothed the mark. And then he was between your thighs. He shoved your legs open with brutal precision, forcing your knees wide, pressing them flat against the mat. His palms slid down, pinning you in place as his mouth descended. The first swipe of his tongue was rough, deliberate, dragging up the entire length of your cunt. You cried out, back arching, your smirk shattering under the shock of it.

“Fuck—”

He didn’t pause. His tongue licked again, slower this time, savoring, the wet sound obscene in the empty room. He circled your clit deliberately, not gentle, not teasing — just steady, relentless pressure until your hips bucked against his grip. He growled low against you, the vibration shooting through your core. His hands pinned your thighs harder, forcing you still, his tongue flicking faster now, ruthless in its precision.

You writhed, gasping, nails dragging down his scalp. “Vick— fuck, don’t stop—” His tongue plunged deeper, fucking into you with obscene wetness, his nose grinding against your clit. Your moans echoed harsh and raw, bouncing off the cold walls, your body jerking with every drag of his mouth.

He ate you like it was combat. No rhythm wasted, no movement soft. Just relentless, consuming. Your climax built fast, your thighs trembling under his unyielding grip, your voice breaking into desperate cries. When you finally shattered, it tore through you like fire, your back arching high off the mat, your scream sharp and ragged. He didn’t stop. He licked you through it, devouring every twitch, every gasp, dragging it out until your body collapsed limp against the floor.

Only then did he pull back, his mouth glistening, blood still faint on his lip. He dragged his tongue across it lazily, then smirked faintly — the barest curl of his mouth — as if satisfied by the ruin he’d left you in. You panted, trembling, your smirk barely holding. “See?” you rasped, voice hoarse. “Knew you weren’t made of stone.”

His eyes, dark and sharp, flicked up to yours. He didn’t reply.

But the way he licked his mouth clean, slow and deliberate, said everything.

Your body still shook from the orgasm he’d forced out of you, sweat slick across your chest, your thighs trembling against the mat. But the hunger in his eyes hadn’t dulled. If anything, it had sharpened — silent, lethal, still wanting more.

You pushed yourself up, smirk curving despite the wreckage of your body. “My turn.” Before he could snap back, you straddled him again — thighs wide, knees digging into the mat on either side of his hips. His shirt still hung open, chest glistening with sweat, muscles tight under your hands as you pressed him down. His hands shot to your waist instantly, grip bruising, but you caught them and shoved them back against the mat. “No,” you rasped, smirk curling as you leaned over him. “You stay still. Let me see what it takes to break you.”

For once, he didn’t fight it. His chest rose hard against yours, his jaw clenched, his eyes black fire locked onto you as if daring you to try. You slid down onto him in one sharp, deliberate motion, your walls stretching around him, dragging a gasp from your throat. His nostrils flared, his jaw flexing, but he stayed silent. “Fuck,” you hissed, rolling your hips slow, deliberate, savoring the drag. “You feel—” your voice broke, catching on a moan as you ground down, “—so fucking good.”

His hands twitched against your thighs, fingers digging in, but he let you set the pace. You rode him slow at first, rolling your hips in tight circles, your breasts bouncing free, his gaze burning up at you. You leaned closer, hair falling loose around your face, your forehead pressing against his. The eye contact was molten, unbearable — his dark stare locked into yours, every breath shared, every gasp tangled together.

When you moaned again, ragged and open, his hand snapped up to your throat, fingers tightening just enough to make your pulse pound under his grip. His lips brushed yours, not soft, but urgent — kisses broken by your heavy breaths, tongues clashing, biting, consuming. You moaned into his mouth, riding harder now, your hips slamming down, your clit grinding against him with every thrust. His silence cracked, a low groan spilling against your tongue as he kissed you, his grip bruising your waist as if to anchor himself.

“Look at me,” he growled low against your lips, his forehead still pressed to yours. You gasped, obeying without hesitation, your eyes locked on his, the connection so raw it felt like falling. You bounced harder, chasing that high, your moans spilling between ragged kisses. “Vick—” you cried, your body clenching tight around him, the orgasm slamming into you with violent force. You arched, forehead still pressed to his, your scream swallowed by his mouth as he kissed you through it.

He broke with you — his groan guttural, deep, his hips slamming up into yours, spilling hot inside you as his grip on your throat tightened, then loosened, his lips crushing yours again and again. You collapsed against him, chest heaving, your forehead still pressed to his, your mouths brushing in ragged, half-formed kisses that weren’t tender, but desperate, consuming. His silence returned slowly — but his eyes stayed locked on yours, intense, unflinching.

And for the first time, you realized his silence didn’t mean absence. It meant possession.

The training room was silent again — save for the ragged echoes of your breathing, the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead, and the dull throb of bodies still pressed together. The mat beneath you was slick with sweat, fabric, and blood — a battlefield turned into a bed. You straddled him still, chest pressed to his, your forehead resting against his, both of you too spent to move. His silence filled the room, but this time it wasn’t distant. It wasn’t the wall he usually built. It was heavy, present, alive.

Your lip stung, blood drying sticky at the corner of your mouth. His was smeared with it, shining faintly when the light caught, but he didn’t wipe it away. He just breathed, his chest rising and falling against yours, steady now, controlled again — though his eyes betrayed something darker.

You shifted faintly, smirk tugging even through your exhaustion. “Not so stone, after all.”

His jaw flexed. He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. One of your hands drifted up, threading through his damp hair, pulling it back from his forehead. The strands clung to your fingers, dark and heavy with sweat. You let your nails scrape faintly over his scalp, not gentle but claiming, mirroring the bruises his fingers had left on your hips. For a second, he closed his eyes. Just a flicker. Barely there. But enough.

When he opened them, his gaze locked onto yours again — sharp, unblinking, as if daring you to say out loud what had just happened. You smirked, dragging your thumb down his temple, your voice low. “See? You break too.” His hand slid up, gripping the back of your neck, not rough this time but firm, holding you there. His silence pressed against you heavier than words, his forehead still against yours, his breath steady.

No tenderness. No admission.

Just the weight of possession, in the way he let you touch his hair, in the way he held your neck, in the way neither of you moved to get up from the wreckage of the mat. The mission, the danger, the world outside these walls could wait. For now, there was only this — two predators, bloodied and breathless, tangled in something that wasn’t softness, wasn’t love.

But it was undeniable.

And it was dangerous.

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Under the Brim

Pairing: Choi Seunghyun x Reader

Summary: Backstage chaos after BigBang’s concert spirals when Seunghyun’s cowboy hat ends up on your head, sparking endless teasing from the members. But when the noise fades, he steals a quiet kiss beneath the brim — turning their joke into your shared secret.

Warnings: None, just fluff!

Request: „Heyy can you write something about the reader hanging out with the boys before/after a concert (maybe one with T.O.P's cowboy hat) and then being all cute?“🤭

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The dressing room still pulsed with the leftover electricity of the stage. The bass from the arena bled faintly through the concrete walls, mingling with the smell of sweat, cologne, and takeout cartons already being pried open on the long table. The air was loud—laughter bouncing off mirrors, chairs scraping, staff weaving in and out with half-empty bottles of water and congratulations.

You paused in the doorway for a moment, unseen, just taking them in: Daesung twirling in circles with his shirt half-untucked, Youngbae hunched over unlacing his boots while grinning at something Jiyong was scribbling furiously on a notepad. And at the far end, like a mountain unmoved by the storm, Seunghyun sat back on the couch, long legs sprawled, cowboy hat tipped low as if it had grown out of him.

“Yah—look who it is!” Daesung spotted you first, loud as ever. He bounded across the room in three strides, pulling you into a sweat-damp hug before you could protest. “Our good luck charm finally arrived! You missed my high note, though, unbelievable!”

“Missed it?” Youngbae chimed in, standing up to greet you with a warm grin and a gentler hug. “She could probably hear you from the street. Half of Seoul heard you.” Daesung clutched his chest, feigning injury. “Rude! y/n, you agree with me, right? I sounded angelic?”

You laughed, tugging your arm free. “You sounded like you were fighting a dragon.” That set Youngbae off—he doubled over, his neat braids falling into his face as he howled, slapping his knee. “Dragon?” Jiyong’s head snapped up from his notepad, eyeliner smudged from sweat, grin spreading sharp and mischievous. “Excuse me, that title is taken.” He bounded up, arms wide, pulling you into a theatrical spin before kissing the air beside your cheek. “How do I look? Tell me I looked the best. No hesitation.”

You snorted, adjusting his sweat-slick cap. “You looked like you wrestled a glitter factory and lost.” The room erupted—Daesung howling, Youngbae nearly toppling over again, Jiyong clutching his chest in mock despair. “Betrayal!” Jiyong cried, spinning away like a wounded poet. “I sweat for hours on that stage and this is what I get?”

In the middle of it all, Seunghyun still hadn’t moved. He was watching, eyes hooded beneath the brim of his cowboy hat, lips tugging with the faintest curve at the corner. The quiet in his gaze made your stomach flip harder than all the chaos.

Daesung noticed first, of course. He jabbed a finger across the room. “Hyung! Don’t just sit there like a statue. At least say hi to her!”

Seunghyun’s gaze slid lazily up from beneath the brim, locking with yours. His voice, when it came, was deep enough to cut through the noise. “You came.” Just two words, and somehow the whole room’s noise faltered for a beat. And then Daesung, bless him, clapped his hands together like he’d solved the riddle of life. “Hyung! Give her the hat!”

Jiyong’s eyes lit up. “Ohhh, yes.” He lunged before Seunghyun could move, snatching the cowboy hat right off his head with a wicked laugh. “This belongs to me now!” He slapped it on his own head at a jaunty angle, strutting like a runway model, hips swinging. Youngbae was useless—he collapsed into the nearest chair, tears in his eyes from laughing. “You look—you look like—” He couldn’t even finish.

Daesung was clapping like a seal, chanting, “Give it to y/n! Give it to y/n!!“ And through it all, Seunghyun didn’t so much as blink. He rose slowly, his height swallowing the room, stepped across the chaos, and in one smooth motion plucked the hat back off Jiyong’s head. The room stilled for half a beat as he turned toward you.

Without a word, he set it onto your head, large hand lingering just long enough to tip the brim into place. His gaze lingered, dark and steady, the faintest smirk tugging his lips. The noise detonated. Daesung whooped like he’d just won a jackpot. “I knew it! Cowboy couple!”

Jiyong clutched his heart dramatically. “She wears it better than you, hyung. It’s destiny.” Youngbae just shook his head, still grinning, muttering between chuckles: “Perfect fit. Absolutely perfect.” Seunghyun only leaned back again, calm in the storm, eyes still fixed on you beneath the brim of his hat—now yours.

The room hadn’t calmed for a second after the hat found its place on your head. If anything, the teasing doubled.

Daesung circled you like a hype man, clapping and pointing as though he’d just unveiled the eighth wonder of the world. “Ahhh! Cowgirl y/n! Everyone make way, make way!”

Jiyong was fanning himself with an empty water bottle, pretending to swoon. “It’s official. The cowboy hat has chosen its true master. Or… mistress. Sorry, Seunghyun, you’ve been replaced.”

Youngbae couldn’t breathe. He was folded in half on the chair, hands covering his face, shoulders shaking with laughter. “Stop, stop—” he gasped between fits. “I can’t—this is too much—”

“Stand next to him, stand next to him!” Daesung urged, physically dragging you by the arm until you were planted at Seunghyun’s side. “Look, everyone—our cowboy couple!”

Seunghyun didn’t resist. He rose to his full height, a looming figure at your side, expression unreadable but for the faint twitch of his mouth. His hand came up, adjusting the brim of the hat on your head like it belonged there, fingertips brushing your hair for the briefest moment. The touch was small, fleeting — but it made your heart race harder than Daesung’s cheering.

“Yahhh, hyung, you’re not even denying it!” Jiyong cried, eyes wide, delighted. “Look at that! He’s smiling!” Youngbae, still wiping tears from his eyes, nodded. “It’s true. That’s a smile. It counts.”

“Take a picture!” Daesung yelled suddenly, spinning toward the nearest staff member. “No, no — wait, I’ll do it!” He fumbled with his phone, nearly dropping it twice in his excitement. “Pose, pose! Act like a couple!” Jiyong didn’t even wait — he grabbed your shoulders, spinning you to face Seunghyun like you were shooting an album cover. He ducked into the frame himself, making a heart with his hands.

Seunghyun, ever the unbothered one, simply tipped the hat lower over your brow with one long finger, then slid his arm around your shoulders, pulling you neatly against his side. Calm. Smooth. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The room exploded again. “Oh my god!” Jiyong shrieked. “He touched her! We’re never letting him live this down.“ Daesung was shouting incoherently, words lost in his laughter.

Youngbae was doubled over once more, tears rolling down his cheeks. Through all of it, Seunghyun didn’t so much as blink. He held you there, steady at his side, his hand warm at your shoulder. When you glanced up, he leaned just enough to murmur for you alone, voice a low rumble against the chaos:

“You wear it better than I ever did.” The teasing swelled around you like fireworks, but in that quiet little pocket carved between his words and his smirk, it was just the two of you.

Daesung was unstoppable. The second Seunghyun’s arm settled around your shoulders, he started hopping in circles like he was MC-ing an event. “Look, look, look! Everyone! True love is real!” He threw both hands in the air, voice booming. “Today isn’t just BigBang’s concert—it’s the wedding of Cowboy Hyung and Cowgirl y/n!”

Jiyong collapsed onto the makeup table, howling. “Yes! Yes! Let’s do it right now!” He snatched up a paper cup and pretended to officiate. “Do you, Choi Seunghyun, take this lovely—” Youngbae couldn’t breathe. He was bent double against the wall, wheezing, “Stop, stop, I can’t—my stomach—” but every time he looked up and saw you standing there in Seunghyun’s hat, tucked neatly under his arm, he dissolved all over again.

Jiyong marched right up to you, waving the cup like a microphone. “y/n, do you accept this tall, mysterious, cowboy-hat-wearing man as your lawfully wedded hyung?”

The room roared. Daesung was chanting, “Say yes! Say yes!” at the top of his lungs. You looked up at Seunghyun, and for a moment, you swore you saw the faintest flicker of amusement in his dark eyes. He leaned down slightly, voice low enough to brush only your ear: “Careful. If you say yes, I might take it seriously.”

Heat bloomed in your cheeks before you could stop it.

The chaos lasted a few more minutes—Daesung trying to throw a veil together out of tissue, Jiyong proclaiming himself best man, Youngbae unable to stop laughing—but eventually the noise shifted, staff calling them out for post-show meetings. One by one, the members spilled out of the room, still cracking jokes as they went.

And suddenly, the storm was gone.

It was quiet again, just you and Seunghyun in the dressing room. The cowboy hat still sat low on your head, too big, threatening to slide over your eyes. Seunghyun rose from the couch, crossing the small space in two long strides. He reached out, steadying the brim with one hand, tipping it back just enough to see your face. His fingers lingered there, brushing lightly against your temple. “You handled that well,” he murmured, voice deep, rich, softer now that it was just the two of you. His smirk tugged slow, subtle. “They’ll never let it go.”

You exhaled a shaky laugh. “Neither will you.”

Something shifted in his gaze then—still unreadable, but heavier, warmer. His thumb traced the edge of the brim before letting it fall back into place. “No,” he admitted quietly. “Not when it looks better on you.” The quiet settled between you, heavy but sweet, the echoes of laughter still buzzing faint in the halls outside. And in the calm, with his hand brushing against yours as if by accident, it felt like the hat was no longer just a prop. It was a secret you shared.

The dressing room was almost unnervingly still after the others spilled out. You could still hear Daesung’s laughter echoing down the hall, Jiyong’s voice carrying dramatic vows to some poor staff member, Youngbae’s chuckle trailing behind them. But here, it was just you and Seunghyun.

The brim of his cowboy hat still shaded your face, too big, the weight of it tugging low. Seunghyun’s hand lingered against the brim, steadying it, his long fingers grazing your hair. “You’ll start to believe them if you’re not careful,” you whispered, trying to deflect, your voice lighter than the thundering in your chest.

His lips curved, slow and knowing. “Maybe I already do.”

The words landed heavier than you expected. You blinked up at him, caught in the steady depth of his gaze, the quiet warmth there that cut through all the teasing and laughter. He tipped the brim of the hat lower, shielding your face from the door as though the world outside might still catch a glimpse. Then, with a calmness that made your pulse trip, he leaned down.

The kiss was unhurried, almost careful at first — his mouth brushing yours, warm and deliberate, tasting faintly of stage sweat and mint. His hand slid from the brim to your jaw, thumb tracing the edge of your cheek as though you were fragile. It was brief, but it lingered, the kind of kiss that said more than the chaos ever could. When he pulled back, the brim of the hat slipped further down, half-hiding your expression.

His smirk returned, subtle, secretive. “Looks like it’s ours now.”

From the hallway, Daesung’s voice bellowed again: “Hyung! Did you give her the hat yet?!” followed by Jiyong’s loud laugh. Seunghyun straightened, tugged the hat into place on your head, and gave you a look that was half amusement, half promise. “Let them think it’s a joke,” he murmured, voice low. “We’ll know better.”:

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part one of my photo dump from newark night one 🥹

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greenlight [part five] ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: with seunghyun's enlistment creeping closer, you want to show him just how much you love him. ・❥・word count: 3.2k ・❥・warnings: 18+. mdni. oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, loss of virginity (virgin!reader), swearing. ・❥・authors note: and we've finally reached the end. thank you for all the support with this series, i hope it lives up to your expectations. i really tried to make it the best yet. i love you all!! p.s. i didn't proofread because it's late so please excuse any mistakes.

GREENLIGHT MASTERLIST

The loud roars from the crowd were deafening. It was impossible to hear anything else but the screams and cheers for the four men on the stage. Nothing warmed your heart more than hearing the cacophony of love for some of the most talented men you’d ever met. Each and every one of them deserved it. But, tonight was extra special. This was one of the last shows before Seunghyun enlisted and the guys, unbeknown to Seunghyun, had planned speeches for him. Usually, you’d be right there in the crowd, cheering them on with all the fans but tonight you were watching from the side of the stage, wanting to be there when Seunghyun came off stage. None of the guys had told you exactly what they were going to say but your boyfriend was sensitive and you knew he’d need you once they were done.

So, with bated breath, you watched as each one of them began their speech.

It brought tears to your eyes listening to their heartfelt words. Seunghyun kept wiping at his eyes, trying not to make it obvious as he turned his back to the crowd. At one point, you caught his eye, sending him a reassuring smile to let him know it was okay. Nobody in the world deserved to know how much they were loved and supported than Seunghyun. He was often hard on himself, feeling like he didn’t deserve everything he had but he did. He deserved it and so much more. His self confidence was always so low but that’s why you were there every day to remind him how incredible he was. Maybe one day he’d be able to see himself how you saw him. A kind, caring, talented person who put everyone around him first before himself.

The second Seunghyun walked off stage, you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, crushing his body against yours. The emotion was still evident in his eyes but he wrapped his arms around you tightly, taking a deep breath as he buried his nose in your hair. The two of you stood there holding each other, the backstage crew moving around you, packing the equipment up but neither of you cared. In that moment all you wanted to do was hold your boyfriend, convey all the love you felt for him.

After what felt like an eternity, Seunghyun pulled back slightly, his hands coming up to rest on either side of your face. No words were needed. Instead, he leaned forward, his lips coming to meet yours in a slow, gentle kiss. Your hands came up to rest on his, meeting the movement of his lips against yours. His forehead rested against yours when he pulled back. Seunghyun was about to speak but the moment was shattered when Daesung called out from somewhere behind you.

“We’re going out to eat. You two coming?” He asked.

Seunghyun looked at you, silently communicating with you. No, as much as you loved spending time with the guys, tonight you wanted to just be with Seunghyun. He must have caught on to that because he shook his head in Daesung’s direction.

“I think we’re just going to head back to the hotel,” he said, moving his hands to lace his fingers with yours, bringing them down to your sides. Daesung simply smiled, understanding immediately. It was an emotional night, he knew that Seunghyun needed to be with you right now. He left you to it, calling out to the other guys that you wouldn’t be joining them. 

Seunghyun gave your hands a gentle squeeze. “Come on, let's get out of here.”

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Back in the hotel, the tension could be cut with a knife. It wasn’t bad, more like it was charged with anticipation. The car ride back had been filled with longing stares, stolen kisses and exploring hands. In the back of your mind, you’d already decided that tonight would be the night. But, seeing how emotional Seunghyun was, it sealed the deal. Tonight, he needed to know how much you loved him. If he was leaving soon, you couldn’t let him go without showing him just how much he meant to you. He must have had the same thought because the way he was looking at you made your heart pound against your chest. It was like he could read your mind, see right into the depths of your thoughts. You were both on the same wavelength, knowing that this night was going to be one both of you would remember for the rest of your lives.

Seunghyun stood before you, still in the clothes from his last performance. He’d taken a quick shower before leaving the arena but you’d insisted he wore the outfit he’d been wearing. You had whispered into his ear how hot he looked and that was more than enough to convince him.

“I’m so proud of you,” you said softly, running your fingers along the lapels of his jacket. “Every word they said out there tonight was the truth. You are one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. I know you’ll try and disagree with me but I’m not going to let you tonight. If you’re leaving soon, I need you to know that… well, I love you. I love you so much.”

Seunghyun’s hands rested on your hips, stepping closer into you. “I love you, too. For tonight, I won’t disagree but tomorrow is a whole different story.”

“Guess I’ll just have to distract you enough so you forget then, huh?”

Before he even had a chance to reply, you stood on your tip toes, tugging him down to meet your lips. This kiss was hungrier, more desperate. His lips moved against yours with such ferocity, his tongue swiping out against your lips. It was when his hands slid down to squeeze your ass that you gasped, parting your lips for him to push his tongue into your mouth. Your hands slid up to his shoulders, pushing his jacket off, letting it fall down onto the plush carpet of the hotel room. He took the opportunity to pull you against him, letting you feel just how hard he already was. You moaned into his mouth, his lips still on yours. Seunghyun smirked against your lips, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt, momentarily breaking the kiss to pull it up and over your head. He threw it to the other side of the room, his lips crushing against yours yet again. His fingers left goosebumps in their wake as they trailed along your bare skin, up along your sides.

This time, you were the one to break your kiss, tracing a line of kisses along his jaw, down the expanse of his neck. You lightly nipped at the skin, Seunghyun letting out a low groan. That was the exact reaction you wanted. Usually, he’d be the one to leave hickeys all over your skin but now it was your turn. With no shows for a few days, it wasn’t like he had to hide them. With hooded eyes, he watched you as you deftly undid the buttons on his shirt, pressing kisses along his chest, down to his stomach until you reached the waistband of his pants. Now, on your knees, your hands found the button of his black pants, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. A quick tug had them down his legs, his arousal more than evident by the tent in his boxers. You brought your palm up to rub him through his boxers, Seunghyun biting his lower lip to stop himself from letting out an embarrassingly loud moan.

“You’re already so hard, baby,” you said, giving his cock a squeeze.

“This is what you do to me,” he hissed. It was almost involuntarily that his hips thrust into your hand.

“Well, I guess I should take care of it then, huh?” With a wicked grin, you pulled his boxers down. Immediately, you wrapped your hand around his length, slowly pumping him in your hand. You felt him harden in your hand, twisting and stroking him a little quicker now. It was taking all of his willpower not to cum right then.

He was caught off guard when you leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to the tip of his cock. Then, your tongue was on him, licking a long stripe on the underside of his length. In the time since you’d first had him in your mouth, you’d grown more confident. There had been many nights that had ended with him finishing in your mouth or him with his head between your legs. But, this time, you both knew it was different. You knew where this was heading.

After a few more teasing licks, you finally put him out of his misery, wrapping your lips around him. He groaned in relief but that was short lived when you pulled back off, your tongue flicking out to tease the head of his cock. He jerked, his hand coming down to tangle in your hair. He was growing impatient – you loved when he showed his dominant side, showing you exactly what he wanted. Once again, you took him in your mouth and this time began bobbing your head along the length of him. Your hand was still stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, working him in tandem. It felt like heaven to Seunghyun, his eyes squeezing shut as he lost himself in the feeling of your hot mouth wrapped around him.

“Just like that, baby,” he praised. “Such a good girl.”

That caused you to moan around him, deciding to take him deeper. You pulled your hand from him, taking the whole of him in your mouth. The gagging sound you made as he hit the back of your throat was enough to send him into overdrive. As much as he wanted to cum down your throat, he wanted to save it. So, he pulled you off him, lifting you back to your feet. He walked you back towards the bed until you fell back on it. Discarding his shirt, he climbed on top of you. His lips crashed into yours while he pulled at the skirt you had on, throwing it off to the side once he had it off you.

He grinded his hips against yours, feeling how wet you were through your panties. “Did you get this wet from sucking me off, princess?”

“Mhm,” you hummed against his lips. “Touch me, Seunghyun, please.”

“Patience, baby.”

One of his hands stilled your hips, the other reaching behind your back to unhook your bra. It joined the pile of clothes on the floor. A moan passed your lips when his lips found your breast, his tongue flicking out to tease your nipple. You arched into his mouth, one hand winding to rest on the back of his neck to hold him there. “God, yes, Seunghyun.”

He hummed appreciatively, moving his attention to your other breast. Meanwhile, the hand that had been on your hip was now sliding up your leg, finally reaching the place you needed him the most. He pressed his fingers against the fabric of your panties, rubbing slow circles against you. It wasn’t enough. You needed more. As if he could read your mind, he pulled your panties to the side, sliding one of his long fingers between your folds, gathering your juices. He felt his cock twitch, the fact that he’d been the one to get you this wet was one of the best feelings in the world. He found your clit, circling the sensitive bud which drew out a long moan of his name.

“Beg me for it,” he whispered huskily into your ear. “Tell me exactly what you want. Spare no details.”

By now, you were squirming as he teased you, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. Every nerve in your body was on fire. “Please, baby. I want your fingers inside of me. I need you to make me cum. Please.”

“Good girl,” he planted a kiss on your lips. At the same time he slid one finger inside you, pumping into you slowly. It took him no time at all to push another one in. Your hips moved against his hand, his fingers curling inside you to stroke that spot he knew that would send you over the edge. His lips were now on your neck, the overwhelming feeling of his fingers inside you and his mouth leaving marks over your skin was too much. With a cry of his name, you found your release. Seunghyun worked you through it, his fingers slowing down until he was sure you were finished. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to gain your senses back. He pulled his fingers out of you, making a show of bringing them up to his lips, maintaining eye contact as he licked your release from them. “You taste incredible.”

In one swift movement, he had your panties off, settling himself between your legs. He slowly grinded against you, his movements gently as his cock slid between your folds. You met his movements, your nerves rapidly rising to the surface. Sensing it, he brought his fingers up to your cheek, running his thumb over your cheekbone. “We don’t have to do this. If you’re not ready… it’s okay.”

“No, no, I want to. I’m just nervous.”

“I know but I’ve got you. I promise I’ll be so gentle and if at any point you want to stop, we will. You have all the power here, nae sarang. We go at your pace.”

There was a beat of silence before you spoke again. “... okay.”

He kissed your lips lovingly, taking one of your hands in his and lacing your fingers together. “Squeeze my hand as much as you need to. I’ve got you. Are you ready?”

The nod of your head was the confirmation he needed. His free hand moved down to grab the base of his cock, lining himself up with your entrance. His eyes never left yours as he very slowly began to push inside you. The head of his cock slipped inside you, causing you to gasp when you felt it. Immediately, he stilled, giving you a moment, speaking ever so softly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Keep going.”

He did, inching himself inside you slowly. It felt so strange finally having him inside you. It was indescribable – a sensation like no other. You felt full, not only physically but emotionally. Being joined with him only solidified that you loved this man with every piece of your heart. The way he was looking at you with such care and concern, holding back his own pleasure just to make sure you were okay. It was overwhelming. He stilled once he was inside enough, giving you time to adjust to the sensation. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would, only a dull sensation. Mostly, it felt a little uncomfortable but once that sensation had faded, you felt at ease.

“Y-you can move,” you breathed out, your free hand resting on his back. 

At your encouragement, Seunghyun pulled back a little, pushing back in. His thrusts were shallow, letting you get used to it. He was holding back, making sure that this was enjoyable for you more than anything. When he started to feel your body relax a little more, your grip on his hand easing, he started thrusting a little better, almost pulling all the way out before sinking back in slowly.

“Does that feel good?” He asked breathlessly.

“Yes,” you gasped when he picked up the pace a little bit. “Go faster. Please.”

He smiled, kissing you and picking up the pace. You moved your hips with him, trying to match his pace, your moans picking up with each thrust. It was like music to his ears. He couldn’t help it, moving a little faster. The way your walls were gripping him so tightly was better than anything he’d ever felt before.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so tight,” he groaned, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist, encouraging him to keep going. “You feel so good. So, so, so good.”

You threaded your fingers through his hair, the moans falling from his lips spurring you on. The sound of your mingled breaths and moans filling the room, Seunghyun thrusting deeper with each movement of his hips. When he angled his hips, his pace never faltering, he hit that spot inside you that caused you to gasp out his name, tugging at his hair. He grunted at the feeling, lifting his head up to look at you. “Do that again.”

You did, tugging on his hair yet again eliciting the same noise from him. It was one of the hottest things you’d ever heard. His movements grew sloppy, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips harder. He was close but he wanted to make you cum first. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing tight, quick circles. 

“Cum for me. I want to feel you cum all over my cock.” His dirty words mixed with the feeling of him moving inside you sent you spiralling once again, your fingernails raking down his back as your body tensed. Seunghyun let out a loud moan when he felt your walls tighten around him. 

“Seunghyun!” You whimpered, arching up into him as you came. That was enough to trigger his release. A few more pumps and he stilled, your name a low moan from his lips. He held you still as he emptied himself inside you, grinding against you to make sure every drop stayed inside.

Collapsing against you, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you trying to catch your breaths back. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” you said breathlessly, a dazed smile on your face. “That was….”

“Amazing, perfect, incredible… should I go on?”

You giggled, bringing your hands up to cover your reddening face but Seunghyun wasn’t having it. He grabbed your wrists, pulling them from your face. Instead, he kissed you so sweetly it almost brought tears to your eyes. With a hiss, he pulled out of you, scooping you into his arms. He laid on his back, your head resting on his chest.

“Was it worth the wait?” You asked quietly.

“You were always worth the wait,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I would’ve waited forever for you.”

“Just because you cried tonight doesn’t mean you have to go and make me cry, too.”

“No crying unless it's because you just had the best sex of your life.”

“I mean… I have nothing to compare it to so how would I know?” You teased, trailing your finger down his chest.

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll give you something to compare it to.”

You laughed, looking up at him. “Is that a promise?”

Seunghyun only grinned, lifting your chin up with a finger and kissing you. No matter what happened, tonight had only confirmed that you loved this man more than anything in the world. It didn’t matter that he was leaving soon, you’d get through it together. 

Just like he’d wait for you, you’d always wait for him.

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Can you please make a headcanon for Seung-Hyun? 😭

Yes of courseee!!💞

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hi , do u only write about t.o.p's characters? because I would like to request a fic with Daesung because u know nobody really write about him :(( so in case you can do it (it's alright if you cant) I have this idea where basically the reader is like an assistant/stylist and Dae goes at a random interview and she is in charge for what he will wear his hair etc. So they have a small chit chat before he goes out there and simple convo yk, fast forward the reader now is backstage at that small room only the staff can go in and watches Daesung in that small TV they have there and she can't hide that she's literally magnetized by him looking at him how he smiles and laughing around the interviewers, how hot he looked.... and the reader basically is glued to the screen you know until it ends and hears the door open and it's him.

Now I havent thought farther you canc ontinue it more spicy you know there..in that room which is risky anyone from the staff can enter or even at the end to end in a kiss or Daesung teasing her you can choose.

thank u for listening to my idea and daydream:3

Hey sorry for the late answer!! Actually I only write for T.O.P & Kwon Jiyong. I dont see any vision to write about Daesung! Maybe i‘ll think about it, but i‘m not sure!🫶🏻💋

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Ham Dae-Gil Headcanons

Pairing: Ham Dae-Gil x Reader

Warnings: Canon-typical references to gambling, alcohol references, mild possessiveness/jealousy, language/attitude, post-sex references (very light), lifestyle context

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Personality & Habits:

Cocky as hell. → Daegil thrives on confidence — half of his success in gambling comes from convincing people he can’t lose. Even when he’s in over his head, he smirks like he already knows the outcome.

Impulsive. → He’ll take you wherever the mood strikes: against a wall after a heated argument, in a car after a long night, even in risky places if the thrill is high enough.

Addicted to the chase. → Addicted to the chase. Sex isn’t just about pleasure for him — it’s about winning. He wants to prove he can make you fall apart faster, harder, better than anyone else.

Hotheaded. → He acts first, thinks later — especially when pride is involved. That impulsiveness gets him in trouble, but it’s also what makes him magnetic.

Street-smart, not book-smart. → He picks up on body language, tone, and the “energy” in a room more than rules or logic. He can read a bluff better than he can do math.

Addicted to the thrill. → It’s not just about money — it’s about the rush of the game. Even when he’s broke, he’ll gamble just to feel alive.

Has a weakness for women. → He’s flirtatious, reckless with romance, and often falls for the wrong people. But under that bravado, he craves genuine affection.

Kinks & Preferences:

Risk / Thrill Sex. → Daegil gets off on danger — sex in places where you could be caught excites him (casino bathroom, empty back rooms, smoky gambling dens).

Praise / Cocky Dirty Talk → Loves hearing you call his name, tell him how good he feels. He’ll mock you between thrusts: “Didn’t think you’d scream for me this loud, huh?”

Possession → Wants to leave marks — hickeys on your throat, bruises on your hips, his cum on your skin. It’s his way of saying “mine.”

Oral (giving & receiving) → He’s messy, sloppy, cocky about it — he’ll go down on you with the same intensity he plays cards: reckless but devastatingly effective. When you go down on him, he leans back, smirking, watching with sharp eyes, praising you shamelessly.

Clothes-on Sex → The thrill of being half-dressed, your panties pushed aside, his belt undone — he loves the rawness of not even bothering to strip completely.

Gambling Games in Bed → He’ll turn intimacy into bets — “If I win this hand, you ride me.” Or he’ll make you play while he touches you, distracting you until you lose on purpose.

In Bed:

Pace: → Rough, fast, but not without rhythm. Daegil likes fucking you hard enough to make the headboard slam — but he also knows how to slow down and grind deep when he wants to hear you beg.

Stamina: → High. He’s restless, fueled by adrenaline, and sex is another gamble to him. One round is never enough.

Favorite Positions:

→ Doggy against a table or sofa, one hand yanking your hair back while he growls in your ear.

→ Cowgirl, because he loves watching you lose control on top of him while he smirks up at you.

→ Standing, holding you up, reckless strength pinning you to a wall or door.

Aftercare: Not traditionally sweet — but he’ll light a cigarette, tuck your hair back, smirk, and say something like “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” He might tease, but he does pay attention — gets you water, drapes his jacket over you if you’re shivering.

NSFW Drabble — “Behind the Game”

The backroom still smelled of smoke and sweat, the murmur of the card game buzzing just beyond the door. Daegil had dragged you out the moment he raked in his winnings, his hand locked around your wrist, his grin sharp with adrenaline.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” you teased, stumbling into the shadowed hallway as he pressed you against the wall.

His mouth was on yours instantly — hot, messy, tasting of whiskey. His hands didn’t bother with delicacy; they gripped your ass, shoved your skirt up, fingers already tugging at your panties.

“Watching you sit there while I played?” His breath was ragged, lips dragging along your jaw. “Nearly killed me.” He slipped a finger inside you, groaning when he felt how wet you were already. “Fuck. You wanted this as much as I did.”

Your head fell back, a moan spilling out as he worked you open.“You’re reckless,” you gasped, hips bucking against his hand. “What if someone hears?” He smirked, pressing harder, curling his finger until your knees shook. “Let them.” Another finger joined the first, his pace brutal, his cock hard against your thigh. “I want them to know you’re mine.”

Your moan echoed in the narrow hall, louder than you intended. He chuckled, biting your shoulder, then yanked his belt open with one sharp pull. “Turn around,” he growled.

You obeyed, palms braced against the wall, skirt bunched at your waist. His hand shoved your panties aside, and then he was inside you — rough, relentless, a guttural curse torn from his throat. “Fuck— so tight,” he groaned, hips slamming against yours. “Every time, baby. Every fucking time you make me lose my mind.”

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the hallway, your cries muffled against your arm. He gripped your hair, yanking your head back until your reflection stared at him in the dusty mirror across the hall. “Look at you,” he rasped, thrusting deeper. “Taking me like a slut while there’s a whole game happening right next door.”

Your orgasm tore through you with brutal force, your scream muffled against his hand when he clamped it over your mouth. He kept fucking you through it, chasing his own release until he pulled out, spilling hot across your ass, his groan low and ragged in your ear.

For a moment, all you could hear was your own heartbeat. Then his hand dragged lazily down your back, and he smirked against your skin. “Guess I’ll have to win faster next time,” he murmured. “So I can take my prize sooner.”

Everyday Daegil:

→ He’s super touchy — not always sexual, but always physical. Hand at your waist, arm slung over your shoulders, thumb brushing your knuckles during a smoke break. He needs contact.

→ Smirks when you pout. He finds it hilarious when you sulk, and he’ll tease you until you crack and laugh again.

→ Daegil isn’t domestic, but he’ll try to cook for you sometimes (ramyeon, eggs) — and act way too proud even if it’s mediocre.

→ He’s got a soft spot for your laugh. He’ll do dumb impressions, exaggerate his card tricks, or make faces just to hear it.

With You:

→ He can be surprisingly clingy after sex — flopping half on top of you, humming against your shoulder, refusing to move even if you shove him.

→ Likes when you wear his clothes, especially his shirts and jackets. He’ll grin like a fool when he sees you in them.

→ Protective in his own way. He won’t always say it, but if someone looks at you wrong, he’ll stare them down until they look away.

→ If you’re upset, he’ll pretend to be casual, but he’ll get serious fast: sitting close, nudging your shoulder, murmuring, “Hey. Talk to me.”

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You found him stretched out on the sofa, shuffling a deck of cards between his hands. He wasn’t even playing a game — just flicking them effortlessly, smirk curling when he caught you staring. “What?” he asked, tilting his head, eyes glinting. “You jealous? Think I love these cards more than you?”

You rolled your eyes and dropped beside him. “Sometimes I wonder.” He laughed — that cocky, boyish laugh that always cracked through your annoyance. Then, without warning, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you across his lap. The cards spilled onto the floor, forgotten.

“See?” he murmured, his arms circling your waist. “I’d toss ‘em all away for you.” You arched a brow. “Really?”

„Mm,” he hummed, smirk tugging his lips. “But only if you promise to play with me instead.” Before you could answer, he buried his face in your neck, teeth grazing as he grinned. And just like always, you forgot about being annoyed.

Everyday Softness:

Late sleeper: → If he doesn’t have a game, he’ll sleep until noon — and if you’re there, he’ll cling like a koala, refusing to let you get out of bed.

Food thief: → He always steals bites from your plate, even if he ordered the exact same thing. His excuse? “Yours tastes better.”

Low-key clingy: → If you go out together, he always has a hand on you somewhere — waist, shoulder, back pocket. Not just possessive, but because he likes to feel you’re real.

Big laugher: → He laughs at his own jokes the loudest, and when you laugh too, he gets this proud little sparkle in his eyes like he’s won a jackpot.

Private Side:

Cuddly after sex: → The cocky gambler melts into a sleepy, affectionate mess — playing with your hair, humming against your skin, muttering nonsense until he falls asleep on you.

Gets pouty if you’re mad at him: → He’ll hover around, try to make you laugh, or shuffle his cards dramatically until you crack.

Lazy kisses: → He kisses you everywhere when he’s relaxed — shoulders, hair, the back of your hand — casual, instinctive, like breathing.

Soft gazes: → Sometimes he just stares at you with this quiet, almost shy smile — no words, no cockiness. Just… you.

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also sorry guys for currently not posting much I kinda slipped on writers block but i‘m trying to motivate myself much enough. Dont worry I work on y‘alls requests, js it might take a little longer!🫶🏻🫶🏻

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thanos is competitive at parenting for SURE

OHHHH, istg he is!!😭😭

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Hell yeah I do!! Lemme think what i make outta it!

I want Dae-gil to teach me how to play seotda, and when I mention that it's illegal to play for money he just takes off his blazer like "Who said anything about money?" and I get all pink in the face like "oh we're going THERE" and it turns into a game of strip seotda

Long story short he hustles me out of all my clothes (sacrificing a few key pieces of his suit in the process to keep me in the game) and when I ask about getting my clothes back he pulls me into his lap to talk about "settling my debt" and I can feel him getting hard against my thighs and my face is even more red like "oh we're going there"

Ah!! I feel you girl, but i‘m lowkey confused?? Is that a request now or a daydream of you you js randomly told me??🫶🏻🫶🏻

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I want Dae-gil to teach me how to play seotda, and when I mention that it's illegal to play for money he just takes off his blazer like "Who said anything about money?" and I get all pink in the face like "oh we're going THERE" and it turns into a game of strip seotda

Long story short he hustles me out of all my clothes (sacrificing a few key pieces of his suit in the process to keep me in the game) and when I ask about getting my clothes back he pulls me into his lap to talk about "settling my debt" and I can feel him getting hard against my thighs and my face is even more red like "oh we're going there"

Ah!! I feel you girl, but i‘m lowkey confused?? Is that a request now or a daydream of you you js randomly told me??🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Baby Daddy!Thanos/Headcanons

Pairing: Choi Su-Bong (Thanos) x Fem!Reader

Request: „NEED something with babydaddy!thanos x reader“ I did that as headcanons, I didnt knew exactly what kind of fanfic I should write to that, so the HC were more easier for me. I hope you like it!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

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→ He definitely wants a son, you cannot convince me otherwise. He definitely wants to teach his son how to rap, etc. (But he wouldn’t mind if it gonna be a girl as well)

→ He pushes the stroller one-handed, vape cloud trailing behind him while he mutters at anyone who dares glance. “What? Never seen a man take care of his own fuckin’ kid?” He’ll blow the vape away from the stroller on purpose though — strict line about that.

→ He hates making bottles because “measuring shit ain’t my thing,” but he always gets it perfect. He’ll smack the bottle against his palm, test it with his tattooed wrist, then shove it at you like, “See? Told you. Warm, not too hot. Perfect. Better than you.”

→ When the baby won’t stop crying, he scoops them up shirtless, tattoos gleaming, pacing through the apartment with the kid pressed against his chest. Vape in his free hand, dragging a cloud through the dark while humming off-key. The baby always passes out to the bass in his voice.

→ Protective as hell.

→ He’ll cuss out strangers in the grocery store for looking too close at the baby. “The fuck you starin’ at? He don’t know you, don’t look at him.” He’ll stand there with one hand on the stroller and the other pulling on his vape like he’s ready to swing.

→ You try to help, but he pushes your hands away. Rolls his sleeves, leans over the tub with the baby balanced in his massive palm. “You’d drop him,” he says every time, smirking when you glare. Later, he towel-dries the kid like it’s gold, muttering, “Perfect. My son.”

→ The kid grabs his necklace every chance they get. Thanos just smirks, tugging it out of their little fists only to let them grab it again. “That’s yours someday. Don’t chew it, brat.”

→ Mocking you constantly

→ When you stress over diapers or swaddling, he leans in close, vape between his lips, eyes narrowed. “Pathetic. I could raise ten kids before you figure out how to close that shit.” But later, when you’re asleep, he rewraps the swaddle himself, making sure it’s snug.

→ He’ll pace with the baby in his arms, muttering: “Don’t grow up soft like your mom. Don’t let nobody push you. Bite back.” He presses a kiss to the baby’s head at the same time, like the contradiction he is.

→ If the baby drops the pacifier, you go to rinse it. Thanos just shrugs, puts it in his own mouth, sucks it clean, and pops it back in the baby’s. “What? Builds immunity. Stop actin’ like you know better.”

→ He always throws the baby up on his shoulder after feeding, palm spread over the tiny back. He pats rough, rhythmically, vape hanging from his lips — and the loudest burps come out. He grins every time. “That’s my boy. Louder than half these losers out there.”

→ The baby definitely always sleeps on his chest!!

→ He passes out on the couch, hoodie half unzipped, tattoos on display, vape still in his hand. Baby sprawled over him, tiny fists gripping his chain. If you try to move the kid, his eyes snap open: “Touch him and I’ll break your hand. He’s fine.”

→ He hates other parents. If someone at the park tries to give you advice, he cuts them off instantly: “Shut your fuckin’ mouth. Nobody asked you. You raise yours, I’ll raise mine.” He’ll say this while his kid is literally climbing him like a jungle gym.

→ He drives one-handed, baby’s car seat in the back, music blasting. He vapes between shifts and mutters threats at traffic: “Try cuttin’ me off with my kid in the back, I’ll fuckin’ kill you.” But when the baby makes a sound, his voice softens instantly: “Yeah? You good back there? Daddy’s drivin’.”

→ He pretends to hate it, but he’s a pro. One hand wipes, one hand holds the baby’s legs up. He makes stupid faces to distract them, clicking his tongue. When you walk in, he smirks: “What? Didn’t think I could handle shit, huh?”

→ He lets the baby trace his tattoos with their tiny fingers. Points at one inked word and mutters, “This one’s for family. Means you, dumbass.” He’ll never admit it twice, but it slips in moments like that.

→ Calls the baby “brat” or “punk” all the time. But when it’s just him and the baby in the dead of night, his voice softens into a low hum: “My little prince.”

→ When you’re exhausted, trying to soothe the crying baby, he leans on the doorframe with a smirk, vape cloud around his head. “Pathetic. You look like you’re cryin’ harder than him.” Then he scoops the baby from you, bouncing on his tattooed arm, and the crying stops immediately. He grins, cocky: “See? He knows who the real boss is.“

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working on all my requests. take a little whilee!!🫶🏻

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HE WON! I‘M SO PROUD!!!!

HDUSKSNSKSKSMSÖSÖSNDDL

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motivate ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: getting cast in the second season of squid game had brought many things but mostly a never ending crush on Seunghyun except he was hard to crack until the after party came around. ・❥・word count: 2.7k ・❥・warnings: 18+. mdni. unprotected sex. swearing. alcohol mentions. ・❥・authors note: hi this was a request i got a little while ago and had the inspiration to write so <3

The string lights lit up across the venue cast a dim glow overhead, giving a warm feeling against the ever-approaching evening. People walked about chatting idly with drinks in their hands, the odd few dancing along to the music that was echoing through the speakers. It was just the right way to celebrate the end of another incredible season of Squid Game. One that you had the honour of starring in. When the role first came to you, there had been doubts about whether you could really pull it off. Everyone in that show was so incredibly talented but you’d only had a few acting jobs under your belt. Your talent was music – currently charting at the top with each song you released. Acting hadn’t been on your bucket list, but your company had insisted it was another good avenue to get your name out there. The first few jobs had been minor roles, nothing too daunting but Squid Game was the number one show in the world. This was on a global stage, filled with some of Korea’s most famous actors. It had been your friend Jo Yuri who had convinced you to take it. The idea of working with one of your closest friends sealed the deal for you. At least that way you’d feel more comfortable. 

What you didn’t expect was Choi Seunghyun to be your scene partner.

There wasn’t a single person growing up who didn’t know BigBang. He had been one of the most famous faces in Korea until everything had happened. Everyone knew what he’d gone through – it had been plastered all over the media. You didn’t blame the guy for going into hiding for the past few years. If you had been in his shoes, you’d have done the same. It was a shame, though. Seunghyun was one of the most talented people in the world. The fact his name had been dragged through the mud and he’d been made to feel like he wasn’t worth anything anymore wasn’t okay to you. But, it had taken you by surprise that very first day when you’d seen him on set.

He had stood there, on set, by himself, rubbing his hands on his pants nervously. His eyes had mesmerised you the second he’d looked over at you. His handsome face had occupied most of your dreams since that day. His deep voice had fast become your favourite sound, plaguing your thoughts late at night when you were alone. It had started out as a silly, little crush but the more time you spent with him, the more you had begun to actually like him. His stupid little jokes, the way he was always so focused on getting his scenes right, how he would always help you out with advice whenever he could – he really was one of the kindest people you’d ever met. So, you’d started flirting with him but… he hadn’t really noticed. But, you were relentless. Everyone around you had noticed, teasing you about your feelings when he wasn’t around. Maybe it was for the best he hadn’t noticed. He was a good friend, someone that you could depend on so why ruin that?

Nah, screw that. You wanted him. Wanted him bad.

“He hasn’t even looked at me once,” you whined, checking yourself out in the mirror, reapplying your lipstick. You’d ventured off into the bathrooms with Yuri needing some girl time. “I’m telling you, he doesn’t see me that way. Maybe this is a lost cause.”

“Please. We’ve all seen the way he looks at you. He just needs a bit of… encouragement,” Yuri smiled. She was perched on the counter, legs dangling as she spoke.

“This is the last time I’m trying, then I’m done.”

“Best succeed then.” 

Yuri grinned at you, leading you out of the bathroom. She spotted Siwan, bidding you goodbye and heading towards him leaving you to scout for Seunghyun. It took a minute but you finally spotted him donned in his pink sweater, glasses on his face and hat covering his probably perfectly styled hair. You took a moment, just to admire him, then came to your senses. Mostly because he’d looked over in your direction, two red solo cups in his hand. Before you realised, he was walking in your direction.

“You looked like you could use a drink,” he said, holding one of the cups out to you. With a muttered ‘thanks’ you took it, swigging the drink back quickly. “Thirsty?”

“Very,” you mumbled, lifting your eyes up to meet his brown ones. Whether he understood the double meaning behind it or not, you weren’t sure but he raised one of those perfect eyebrows at you. Deciding to be a little bolder, you placed the now empty cup on the table beside you. “Want to dance?”

Seunghyun stood in thought for a moment, slowly nodding his head. That was all the consent you needed. Grabbing his hand, you pulled him onto the dancefloor, strategically placing him behind you. He’d put his own cup down as you’d been dragging him off, his now free hands resting on your hips, almost hesitantly. Seunghyun was so respectful. It was just one of the many qualities that made him so likeable but right now, you needed him to loosen up. So, you swayed your hips to the beat of the music, keeping a distance between the two of you at first, so as not to scare him away. As the song progressed, you felt him relax a little, his grip on your hips tightening a little more, the space between you slowly growing smaller.

“You really don’t quit, huh?” Seunghyun spoke into your ear. So he had noticed.

“Nope. When I see something I want, I don’t quit until I get it,” you turned your head slightly to look up at him with a small smirk on your face.

“And, what exactly do you want?”

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

Now, you were fully pressed against him, grinding your ass against his crotch. You felt his fingers digging into your hips followed by a sharp intake of breath from him. The fabric of your dress was bunched in his fingers, he was barely holding on by a thread. His breath was hot on your neck as he leaned forward, his voice a low whisper.

“Do you know how hard it is to keep resisting you?” 

“Then, don’t.”

You spun around to look at his face. The way he was looking at you made your heart skip a beat. He was looking at you like you were the only person in the whole room, like he wanted to eat you up right then and there. But, there was also hesitation, reluctance. So, you reached up on your tip-toes, your lips inches from his. Seunghyun leaned forward, his lips almost brushing yours before he caught himself and pulled back. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” You asked, not tearing your eyes away from his.

“I’d only bring you down with me,” he smiled sadly.

“I’d like you to go down on me,” you teased, bringing your hand up to brush his cheek. “In all seriousness, Seunghyun, I like you. I like you a lot. You know I do and… I think you like me, too.”

“I do.”

“Then stop denying yourself every bit of happiness that could come your way. I know things have been hard for you but they don’t always have to be. Let yourself have some fun. Even if it's just for one night.”

His arm encircled around your waist, pulling you against him. You watched as his eyes flickered down to your lips, then back to your eyes. It was like he was asking permission. You gave a slight nod of your head and that was it. His lips were on yours. Slow and careful. He didn’t deepen it but you felt his hand slide up your back to tangle in your hair, holding you in place. When he pulled back, he spoke a few simple words that had your heart racing. “Let's go find somewhere more private.”

His hand was quickly in yours, pulling you off the dancefloor and away from all the music and people. Seunghyun’s eyes were scanning all over, looking for somewhere to go. There weren’t that many rooms in the venue but he did eventually find what looked to be a small meeting room that luckily was empty. He pushed the handle, walking inside and let the door close behind the two of you. The door clicking shut was the only sound in the empty room. Seunghyun stood with his back against the door, you in front of him. Neither moved until you couldn’t take the tension anymore. In one swift movement, your lips were on his. This time was different from the kiss back on the dancefloor. It was desperate, passionate. His lips moved against yours in a frenzy, his tongue slipping into your mouth to tangle with yours. Your hand moved up to grab the hat off his head, throwing it to the side so you could thread your fingers through his hair. It was as soft as you’d imagined, you couldn’t help tugging on it which only caused Seunghyun to groan deeply into your mouth. So he liked it when you were rough? Noted.

Seunghyun bunched your dress up around your waist, his fingers trailing slowly along the inside of your thigh until he reached between your legs. His movements were halted momentarily when you popped the button on his pants, pushing your hand inside his boxers. His hips involuntarily bucked into your hand as you wrapped your hand around his hardening cock.

“So worked up,” you whispered into his ear, trailing your lips down his jaw to the nape of his neck. “When was the last time someone touched you like this?”

“Too long,” he groaned as your hand started to move against him. Slowly at first then you began to speed up, feeling him harden in your hand.

Your thumb brushed against his tip, his hips bucking into your hand. In that moment, he seemed to find himself again, his own fingers pushing your panties to the side to run his fingers along your soaked folds. He took his time, eliciting every moan he could from you, figuring out what you liked. When his thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, tortuous circles, he knew he had you as putty in his hands. Two of his fingers pushed inside you, pumping into you with expertise, matching the pace of your hand that was now rapidly running up and down his length. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer and he couldn’t embarrass himself like that so he reluctantly pushed himself from you, his fingers leaving you.

“Seunghyun,” you pouted but you didn’t have time to say much else because he was pulling your dress up off your head soon followed by his own clothes as he maneuvered the both of you towards the small couch that situated against one of the bland walls of the meeting room. He threw you down onto it, climbing on top of you. His mouth was on yours, nipping at your bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth. You smiled against his lips, fingers back in his hair. His own hand cradled your jaw, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. His hips were moving against yours slowly driving you crazy. 

“Tell me what you want,” he mumbled against your lips. 

“I want you to fuck me,” you said breathlessly, hips moving against his. “Please, Seunghyun. I want you to fuck me so hard, make me yours.”

He groaned deeply, your words lighting a fire inside him, a far cry from the hesitant Seunghyun you’d dragged on the dancefloor a little bit ago. He reached between your bodies, grabbing the base of his cock, notching it at your entrance then with one single thrust, he was inside you.

“Yes!” You cried out, your nails raking down his back, no doubt leaving scratches. “God, yes.”

But, Seunghyun didn’t move, not yet. Instead, he grabbed your hands, threading his fingers through yours and holding them above your head. Who knew he could be so dominating? It was just another thing to add to the endless things that made him so damn attractive. He pulled his hips back, until just his tip remained inside then thrust back in, setting a quick, hard pace from the get go. You could feel every drag of his length inside you, quickly sending you towards your first orgasm. Were you really that deprived that only a few thrusts were sending you hurtling already?

Seunghyun knew, of course he did, he could feel the way your walls were tightening against him so he sped up. Harder, faster. “Is this what you wanted? Is this what you’ve been begging for all these months you’ve been chasing me?”

“Yes, fuck, Seunghyun. I’m…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence because Seunghyun had angled his hips, hitting that special spot inside you and sent you flying over the edge. You cried out his name, Seunghyun having to grit his teeth so he didn’t finish right then and there.

He slowed his pace slightly, letting you recover. “Back with me?”

You nodded.

“Good,” he smirked. He pulled out of you with much reluctance, almost regretting it but he had a plan. He sat up on the couch, pulling you onto his lap. You understood the assignment immediately, straddling him, your legs on either side of him as you sank down onto him. His hands flew to your hips, guiding you as you set the pace. You rested your hands on his shoulders for stability, Seunghyun’s lips kissing along your shoulders. It was quick and messy but perfect.

His hips moved up to meet your thrusts, driving himself deeper inside you. Your pace faltered, Seunghyun taking the lead once again but barely. He was barely holding on himself. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“Cum for me, Seunghyun. Let go,” you whispered into his ear and that was all he needed. He held you in place as he finally came, emptying himself inside you. It triggered another orgasm from you, your head falling onto his shoulder as you moaned his name once again.

The room was silent apart from your heavy breathing. Seunghyun had his eyes closed, face nuzzled into your neck, his hand running along your back in a soothing manner. Neither were sure how many minutes had passed before he finally pulled back, both his hands cradling your face. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Are you?” 

“I’m fucking great,” he laughed, running his thumb along your cheekbone. “Maybe I should’ve caved a long time ago.”

“It would’ve made things easier for me. I was ready to give up.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t…” he paused for a moment, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “I’ve liked you from the second we met but… I couldn’t bring myself to…”

You pressed your finger to his lips. “I don’t want to hear you say another bad thing about yourself. Instead, how about you take me out for dinner sometime.”

“I can do that,” he smiled. “Tomorrow?”

“Eager, aren’t we?”

“Shutup.”

He kissed you again with a laugh. “Come on, we should probably get back out there before they send a search party for us.”

With a reluctant grumble, you pulled off him, getting to your feet. Once you were both fully dressed and relatively presentable, the two of you made your way back out into the party. However, it didn’t go unnoticed by Yuri that you were now wearing the hat Seunghyun had first been sporting. She shot a wink in your direction while Seunghyun grabbed you both a drink. Immediately, he was back by your side, his hand now resting on your lower back, keeping you close to him.

It was taking everything you had not to drag him back off to that meeting room, the feeling of his hand on your body again bringing back a fresh wave of desire but that could wait. You did have dinner tomorrow after all.

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