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hey everyone! 🐻

so i recently got a crazy wave of clients from facebook thanks to a wild art promo i did — and i thought, why not do the same thing here but in usd and other currencies?

i'm currently trying to help my family pay off some bills, and unfortunately, what i earn in my local currency isn't cutting it. most of my fb clients were students, so i kept my prices super accessible — each artwork went for around 1 usd. and yep, that actually helped a lot where i'm from.

so here's my promo for tumblr:

🍡 fully rendered couple headshot bust –

• 7 usd

• 4 eur

• 4 gbp

• 7 aud

🍡 fully rendered single headshot –

• 3 usd

• 2 eur

• 2 gbp

• 4 aud

the only problem is that the payment is through WISE only! (paypal's a no-go — my mom's strict about that 𖦹ᯅ𖦹)

i can receive in usd, eur, gbp, and aud through local account details, so no stress if you're not from the us.

if you're interested, just shoot me an email! @zozo.inkz@gmail.com and we'll see whete we can go from there. my samples for the promo are the 6 photos above 🐻 on the bottom is my actual comm sheet if you'te interested and willing to support and pay original price, there are also some more details in the do's and dont's and TOS that apply to the promo. the only difference with the promo is:

𖹭 you get free props.

𖹭 background is limited to plain color, simple, or pattern only.

𖹭 TAT is faster than 1-2 weeks.

regardless of all that, i work on a first come, first serve basis!

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song mingi 𖹭 reader

who are you?

synopsis: after more banter with mingi, you reflect on your meeting with seonghwa, the president of the programming club, and the excitement of being accepted into a club that could help you achieve your dream of creating your video game. however, your enthusiasm is quickly tempered by your frustration when you are paired with mingi to work on some designs for an event.

content: typical college romance, significant hate to significant others, robotic!reader, lighthearted fluff, probably an inaccurate depiction of art majors (even as an art major myself), not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's note: i decided to write this back-to-back with the first chapter so don't expect any updates so soon lol ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ inspired by the kbl semantic error.

chap1 | chap2 | chap3 | chap4 | chap5 | chap6 | chap7 | chap8 | chap9 | chap10

main masterlist.

4:30 AM. you breezed past the half-conscious zombies (aka college students) in the hallway, either trudging toward class or escaping one. you, on the other hand, cheerfully stepped into your classroom, taking in the dim space with a dreamy sigh. before you could fully settle in, a body bumped into you. you looked up to see a figure in a vibrant orange tracksuit, stepping back and turning to face you. your eyes traveled from his outfit to his face. song mingi.

you sighed, rolling your eyes. you were already contemplating dropping the class right then and there. sadly, art history was a required subject. "are you gonna take a seat, love?" he tilts his head toward the classroom, hand holding onto the strap of his bag. the nickname he settled for after failing to find your true name was the bane of your existence. love. you scoffed to yourself.

"why..." you grumbled.

"well—"

"why, God, why?" you interrupted him and stared at the ceiling, eyes closed and brows furrowed. you took your seat before he could beat you to it — too bad, you could still see his stupid outfit in your peripheral vision as he took the seat next to you, scootching it closer, once again invading your personal space.

you took out one of your extra notebooks and set it upright on your desk between you and mingi's side of the table, as though it would set some sort of boundary between you but he probably has already long broken that boundary.

complete silence.

well, almost. the faint ticking of the clock filled the room, accompanied by footsteps echoing in the hallway and the soft sound of mingi's breath near your ear. his finger tapped rhythmically against the desk, the sound just enough to get under your skin.

then, with a single deliberate poke, your notebook tipped over, sliding onto your side of the desk.

your gaze flicked down to the notebook, then up to mingi, meeting his sweet, unapologetic smile.

"so," he began, tone light but voice deep, "what’s your favorite beverage?" you sighed, already suspecting it was another one of his orange antics. you opted to keep your mouth zipped and you focused on your activities. mingi, suspecting your hesitance, rested his cheek on his fist and leaned against the table. he smiled. "let me guess — kq energy?"

you stiffened.

he giggled. "really? you like that sewage crap? i never would've known you had such garbage taste in beverages after hearing you admire my artwork, i'm embarrassed for you, really—"

"it's an acquired taste." you defend yourself. "it's bitter at first, but once i realized that nobody else buys it from the vending machines, it'll never sell out—" within an a flash, mingi scurries out of the table and runs to the exit.

you didn't want to know what he was up to now. only glad he was out of your space, you moved his bag a chair farther away, and placed your bag on the chair next to you.

soon, mingi walked back into the classroom carrying an obnoxiously large number of kq energy cans, stuffing some into his bright orange jacket pockets while balancing the rest. he nonchalantly sat back down beside you.

you raised an eyebrow. "are you… okay?" you asked, giving him a once over. "did you just raid the vending machine?"

mingi shrugged. "can’t have you hogging all the good stuff, can i?"

you narrowed your eyes. "you bought all the kq energy so i wouldn’t?"

mingi grinned, leaning back in his chair. "exactly. a little self-control might do you good."

you scoffed. "self-control? you’re the one who just spent your weeks budget on caffeine."

mingi smirked. "worth it. at least i’m not the one with a dependency issue."

annoyed, you snatched one of the cans from his desk. "well, guess what? finders keepers."

mingi gasps dramatically, as if you've committed a grave sin — at the same time, surprised by your immaturity. "but that’s stealing! "

"i call it karma," you reply with a smirk, popping open the can.

the banter pauses for a moment as mingi leans in, his expression unusually serious. “careful there, love. trying to match my energy? you might fall for me...”

you froze for half a second, then you rolled your eyes. “unlikely.”

another student walked in, slowly breaking the tension. mingi glanced at her before he leaned back casually into his chair but you can’t shake the thought of the smug grin on his face for the rest of the day.

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you adjusted your grip on the sheet of paper in your hands as you walked down the hallway, your footsteps echoing in the quiet. the memory of your meeting with seonghwa weeks ago surfaced unbidden, and you couldn’t help but feel a small flicker of excitement.

the president of the programming club had been everything you'd expected: professional, composed, and just intimidating enough to make somekne nervous. his reputation preceded him — someone who not only excelled in programming but had also led the club to several university-wide recognitions.

“why do you want to join the club?” seonghwa had asked, leaning back in his chair with his fingers steepled. his expression was calm, but his gaze had felt piercing, like he could see through your hesitation.

you had hesitated for only a second before replying. "i want to make a game that feels real. something people connect with. but i need to improve. my programming, my management skills, all of it. i think being part of this club will help me get there."

seonghwa’s lips had curved into the faintest smile. "ambitious. i like that." he had paused, then added, "but the club isn’t easy. we take on big projects, and expectations are high. are you ready for that?"

you had nodded, your resolve firm. "i wouldn’t be here if i wasn’t."

"good answer," seonghwa had said, standing to shake your hand. "welcome aboard."

even now, the memory gave you a thrill of pride. getting into the club felt like a step toward your dream — a dream you had clung on to ever since you first started sketching game concepts in your notebooks as a kid.

but as you approached the bulletin board, reality crept back in. your excitement dimmed as you smoothed out the ad in your hand. of course, in your pursuit of progress, you'd have to deal with people like him. song mingi this, song mingi that, you thought. his name like a sour note in your mind. the ideal designer you'd hoped to work with turned out to be an arrogant, insufferable presence who couldn’t resist making your life harder.

with a sigh, you pinned the ad to the board, pressing the thumbtacks harder than necessary. fine. if the universe thought it was funny to throw mingi in your path, you'd just find someone better.

speak — or rather think of the damn devil, mingi appeared out of nowhere and leaned casually against the wall. giving you a slight deja vu. "looking for talent already?" he teased. "you could’ve just asked me."

you don't even look at him.

"i'm looking for reliable talent."

mingi mock-pouted. "ouch. i thought i was your ideal artist."

"i thought so too," you muttered under your breath, trying to finish your task.

he leaned closer, reading your ad out loud. "creative? efficient? willing to meet impossible standards? sounds a lot like me."

you give him a sharp look. "i doubt you’d survive the interview."

you turned on your heel and left, ignoring his amused laughter as he called after you, "see you around!"

you soon noticed mingi following you and you pick up your pace, determined to lose him. he kept up effortlessly with his long legs, hands in his pockets, humming a tune as if he’s just out for a stroll.

finally, you stopped and turned around. "why are you following me?"

he grins. "coincidence. i’m just heading this way."

when you both reach the clubroom door, you block his path. "i'm serious. go away."

mingi raises an eyebrow. "serious? like barium enema serious? or serious like joining the programming club?"

you blinked, confused, as mingi brushed past you and opened the door, motioning for you to go in first. "after you, love."

inside, the club president, seonghwa, recognized mingi immediately. "ah, our star designer has arrived!" he spotted you behind him. "ah, and you must be y/n — welcome!"

"y/n? " mingi repeated your name under his breath. he was bound to find out one way or another. as you stepped into the room, you see a neat, organized space with several members already chatting. a large bulletin board on one wall displayed future projects, tasks, and members’ names.

seonghwa, cheerful and welcoming, introduced you to the group. "everyone, meet our newest member! y/n has a lot of potential, and we’re excited to have her." a few members inside cheered for you. seonghwa continued. "and it seems like you two are already acquainted, i have a feeling that you’ll get along well with our club secretary, mingi. he’s been with us for two years and is one of our most dedicated officers."

you stared, stunned. "secretary?"

mingi stepped forward and he stretched, clearly enjoying your reaction. "that’s right, baby. which means i’ll be keeping track of your attendance and… performance." he winked.

you seethed internally. of course he’s the secretary. why wouldn’t he be?

you forced a polite smile for show. "great. looking forward to working with you."

"under me." mingi corrected you.

"okay! let's start the meeting!" seonghwa interrupted. "mingi, lead the opening prayer..."

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during the meeting, seonghwa announced the annual semester-opening festival and he assigned you and mingi to collaborate on creating designs for it. "mingi, since you’re our most experienced designer, you’ll take the lead on this. y/n, our new member, you’ll be assisting him and handling the programming aspects."

your jaw tightened as you nodded reluctantly. meanwhile, mingi leaned back in his chair, looking far too pleased with himself, amused with the situation.

"don’t worry, y/n." he said. "i’ll take good care of you."

you shot back, "let’s hope i survive."

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song mingi 𖹭 reader

who are you?

story synopsis: you, a determined college student, are starting fresh this semester — cutting off toxic friends and focusing on your goals, including creating your own video game when you cross paths with mingi, a vibrant and cheeky guy from your art history class, your interactions begin with an awkward and teasing exchange. as your dynamic shifts from annoyance to unexpected connection, you find yourself caught up in mingi's playful persistence and your growing curiosity about him, despite your best efforts to keep your distance.

content: typical college romance, significant hate to significant others, robotic!reader, lighthearted fluff, probably an inaccurate depiction of art majors (even as an art major myself), not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's note: hey! this is long overdue from this post LMAO. a small something to fulfill my carnal need for romance w/mingi. it started off as a oneshot but now i am making it a series. inspired by the kbl semantic error, so credits and all that<333

chap1 | chap2 | chap3 | chap4 | chap5 | chap6 | chap7 | chap8 | chap9 | chap10

main masterlist.

you stood in the quiet corner of the art gallery, the soft hum of muffled voices fading into the background as your eyes remained glued to the painting in front of you titled "hop." it was a striking piece — bold strokes of color, carefully chaotic, yet it held a balance that tugged at something deep within you. your heart swelled with admiration, the kind reserved for things that felt like they could tell your secrets if you stared long enough.

the small placard below the painting displayed the artist’s name in elegant script. song mingi. next to it, a phone number was scribbled in pen on the gallery brochure pinned to the wall. it was as if the artist himself had left breadcrumbs, daring someone to reach out. you fumbled for your phone, angling it to capture the number before anyone else noticed.

“that’s my favorite too,” a voice said, uncomfortably close.

you jumped, nearly dropping your phone. you turned your head to find a tall figure leaning casually against the wall beside you, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. he nodded toward the painting as though the two of you were old friends sharing a secret.

“do you like it?” he asked.

“it’s beautiful,” you replied stiffly, edging away. “i was just admiring it...”

“want a picture?” he asked, his grin widening.

you raised an eyebrow. “of the painting?”

“no,” he said, that maddening smirk still in place. “of me. with it. you know, the whole ‘art and artist’ kind of vibe.”

you blinked, incredulous. you gave him a once-over, noting the messy hair, casual clothes, and sketchy skateboard that screamed wannabe cool. an artist? not likely. just another obnoxious student fishing for attention, you thought.

“pass,” you said curtly. without waiting for a response, you snapped a quick photo of the phone number, rolled your eyes, and walked away. as you disappeared into the crowd, the man chuckled softly, shoving his hands into his pockets. he glanced up at the painting — his painting — and muttered to himself, “tough crowd.”

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the new semester was finally here, and you were ready for a fresh start. after months of dealing with toxic friends who drained your energy and motivation, you had decided that enough was enough. this semester, you promised yourself that things would be different. you had cut ties, reorganized your priorities, and — most importantly — you crafted a brand-new schedule that fit the new you perfectly.

your first class was at 5:30 in the morning, a time that scared most students away. but not you. to you, the early hour was a badge of determination. at 3:30 AM sharp, your alarm blared, and you sprang into action.

your routine was methodical, almost meditative. a quick stretch to shake off the sleep, a hot shower to wake your senses, and a mug of coffee strong enough to jolt you into productivity. you pulled your hair into a neat ponytail, threw on a hoodie and slacks, and grabbed your carefully packed bag. by 4:30 AM, you were stepping into the quiet, still classroom, where the air felt almost sacred, untouched by the chaos of the day to come.

your eyes immediately sought out your favorite spot — third seat by the window, a perfect balance of sunlight and solitude. you claimed it as yours by sheer determination, arriving an hour early to ensure no one else dared to take it. and you planned on doing that every monday to wednesday for the rest of the semester.

as you slid into the chair, you sighed in contentment, your heart swelling with the promise of a fresh beginning.

your plans for the semester went far beyond simply surviving your classes. you were building your own video game, a project that had been a dream for years. every pixel, every line of code — you wanted it to be perfect. the artwork you had admired at the gallery just days ago lingered in your mind, its vibrant strokes and unique style calling out to you.

that work wasn’t just beautiful — it was exactly what you needed. you could already picture it in your game, bringing your world to life in a way you couldn’t achieve alone (something you had to learn to accept). your goal this semester was clear: find the artist, collaborate with them, and create something extraordinary together.

little did you know that the artist was closer than you thought.

the seat next to you remained empty for the rest of the class — probably because your aura wasn’t exactly the most welcoming. you probably should’ve adjusted to your new schedule before committing to a two-hour class right after your 5:30 AM start. the second you stepped out of the classroom, you yawned and darted to where you knew the nearest vending machine stood. after buying your usual, kq energy (black coffee in a can), you slid into a booth nearby and decided it was time to phone the number. it was now or never.

it rang.

at the same time, a phone in the park rang as well. you searched the area, only to spot a familiar tall man in vibrant colors — and a skateboard. you watched as he fished his phone from his back pocket, glanced at the screen, and promptly declined the call. you checked your phone — your call had also been declined. hell no. it couldn't be him? you glanced back at him, but he was already looking at the menu, placing an order.

you let out a sigh and set your phone down, opting to take out your laptop instead. you needed to get a head start on the essay from class. better sooner than later.

just as you started to focus, a stranger slid into the seat across from you, a casual grin on his face as he tapped the edge of his coffee cup.

you glanced up, mildly surprised, "you again?"

"i’ve been here the whole time," he replied, his voice teasing, "you just haven’t noticed."

you rolled your eyes, "what do you want?"

he leaned back in his chair, eyes glinting with amusement. "i was thinking… we’ve never really had a proper conversation. you know, beyond your ‘nobody’ assessment at the gallery the other day."

you didn’t flinch. "i didn’t say that."

"you thought it, though."

"...and what makes you think we're obligated to have a proper conversation?" you asked, slamming your laptop down and locking eyes with him.

"i’m in your art history class."

"i just had art history." you narrowed your eyes. "you weren’t there. i’m sure i would've recognized your vibrance anywhere."

"aw, you recognize my vibrance?" he looked at the colors on his lapels, smirking smugly.

"i don’t like sleazes who skip their first class of the semester." you opened your laptop again, getting back to work.

"hey, i couldn’t make it. i had an interview and emailed the professor 12 days early, we’re all good." he reassured and shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee.

you paused, absorbing that information. "oh."

"oh." he mimicked you in a teasing tone. "okay. fine. so tell me, what’s your least favorite color?" his question came out of nowhere, playful but sharp.

you blinked, taken aback. "my least favorite color?"

"yeah, you know. just something you don’t like. something you’d never wear."

you stared at him, wondering if he was serious or just messing with you. finally, you sighed. "orange. definitely orange. i hate orange. my second-grade teacher loved it, and i never understood why."

he let out a low whistle. "that’s a pretty strong opinion. are you sure?"

"positive." you narrowed your eyes. "now, why would you even ask me that?"

he shrugged, his grin widening. "i was just curious. you seem like the type to have strong opinions about random stuff."

you tilted your head, lips quirking upward. "and you seem like the type to ask stupid questions."

he laughed, leaning in closer. "hey, no such thing as a stupid question. and no need to get defensive. i'm just trying to get to know you better."

you raised an eyebrow. "i think we both know you’re only doing this to annoy me."

"is it working?"

you shot him a side-eye. "unfortunately, yes." you begin typing away at your laptop again, eventually, you paused and stared at him as he fiddled with the cup holder of his hot drink. "by the way," you mused, a slight pout on your lips. "were you really the artist of the work 'hop' in the gallery the other day?"

"yeah... and I just came from an interview at nexora interactive this morning," mingi said matter-of-factly.

nexora? your dream company? for a moment, his immature, irritating image faded, replaced by a faint flicker of... something admirable.

"and," he continued, a sly grin spreading across his face, "were you the one who just rang my phone?" he dangled his phone in front of your face, the gesture obnoxiously playful as his tongue skimmed across his teeth. then, he giggled.

annoying mingi was back.

"why'd you call me? wanna work together or something?" he teased, his tone light but teasingly smug.

"no," you replied curtly, scoffing as you turned your focus back to your laptop. "not anymore..." you mumbled under your breath.

why not? you couldn’t decide. maybe it was the way he dressed like an overgrown kid. maybe it was his relentless antics. or maybe — just maybe — it was because you couldn’t bring yourself to imagine working with someone who might actually land a job at nexora freaking interactive.

or perhaps you just decided, right then and there, that you officially hated song mingi.

"no." you scoffed, your attention returning to your laptop. "not anymore..." you grumbled. why not? you asked yourself. was it because you didn't expect him to dress like a child? act like a child? or was it out of consideration if he actually gets a job at nexora fucking interactive? maybe it was because you just decided out of nowhere that you officially hate this man.

"awww! you wanted to work with me?" he pointed at himself adorably, in disbelief. "me?" he repeated innocently and pushed what little hair he had behind his ear and he smiled sweetly. "i'm flattered..."

suddenly he perked up — like a dog hearing another dog bark.

"i never caught your name."

"you'll never hear it from me." and you slid your laptop back into your pouch, you stood up and you left your drink as you dashed for the exit.

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boxer!choi san 𖹭 gn!med student!reader (strangers2lovers)

a burning passion.

synopsis: an amateur medic assigned to treat a famous, professional boxer. what possibly could go wrong?

contents: strangers2friends2lovers, fluffy?, reader is a college student, weird worldbuilding underground type shi (imagine it's arcane or something), lots playful fighting/banter, suggestive/adult themes, swearing, not proofread, lowercase intended

zuzu's note: y'all will never understand how long it takes me to look for the perfect photos to use for the banner thingies 💀 i'm too perfectionist for that shii. i wrote this with a more numb reader? bc life sucks kinda in the story. anyways, i hope this is up to your expectations! ^^ i wrote this as a side-fic to stay active while i work on an extremely long slowburn jongho x reader oneshot<3 (drafted in july 21 LOL finally decided to finish this.)

teaser: it's too silent. you noticed san watching you intently, his lips slightly parted as if he's contemplating whether to speak his mind. "do you like what you're doing?" you suddenly asked, cutting off his thought process and patting his hand gently, smoothing out the slightly wrinkled parts of the bandage you just wrapped.

"do i like what you're doing?" san repeated the question that he heard, distracted by the way you hold his hand. "i love it. why? is it bad?" he blurted out and you look at him, confused. he's probably hearing things. you squint your eyes, you didn't really process what he said so you repeated your question.

"i mean... what you're doing. boxing. do you like it?"

they say the sun is the center of the galaxy; a symbol of glory and hope that everyone loves, worships, and chooses to wake up to over the beautiful moon. but the sad truth is that the sun can only be seen and appreciated on the surface. you wish that you could see the sun sometimes, but in the world you lived in, hope was nonexistent. the only hope that existed — the sun that you all knew and admired was a man named choi san.

boxing was undoubtedly one of the most endeared forms of entertainment in the underworld. the people raised in the underworld thrive off of the adrenaline — whether from being in a match or simply observing it; they enjoy the sight of violence and blood, the sound of the boxers' passionate screams and pained grunts, the bond of the crowd, and most importantly; the thrill and suspense.

what everyone especially looks forward to are the bloody matches of the all-too-well known, young and sexy, choi san. people wait months to watch his matches — it's always "the" fight to boxing enjoyers. guards exclusively took watch in his matches just in case any fights broke out anywhere but inside the ring due to lost bets. his matches are the equivalent to the olympics in the overworld.

the the rare occasions that san had a boxing match would be the only time the boxing center is filled to capacity with people and those were the occasions that everybody would forget about oxygen and only live off of the stench of each other's hot breath, body odor, the blood, and sweat all mixed altogether. the atmosphere is charged with boisterous cheers, but there is also an underlying unease. no matter where you look, each person's face would be etched with intense expressions, ranging from anger to anticipation or anxiety. so, in the underworld, if you think boxing is a relaxing pastime or mere entertainment; well, it is. it's just that choi san's matches are surely not for the faint of heart.

but what about you? oh, you. you are his personal nurse as of today. it's rumored that san always mistreats his nurses or "somehow" ends up hurting them, which led to their continuous resignations and which also led his managers to hire you; an unqualified med student who is a year away from graduating. there were no such thing as crimes, malpractice, or even a law in the underworld, you had to pay your tuition and you weren't afraid of san for some reason. they were baseless rumors and you always believed that behind a rough exterior was a soft interior. to be a personal nurse was to be a therapist — not just treat his wounds but treat his heart (wow, cringe) but the strategy works. you just had to test it on him.

your last class was delayed a few hours so you were a bit late on your first day of work. it was san's first match after an 8-month hiatus and the venue was fucking cramped. people were squeezing against each other and practically seeping out of the door. not a step could be taken inside otherwise you'd be vacuumed into the crowd and suffocated like the incident in itaewon 2022 just to get to san's private room where you were supposed to be more than an hour ago.

a deep sigh goes past your lips and you stand still behind the crowd, unaware of your next move and mind not too bothered — it is what it is. the cheers grew louder and louder as the announcer yells out san's introduction and you watch from the isolated area you stood in as he emerges from the back with a few people, bare and all. the crowd somehow manages to make space for him. his body is nothing you haven't seen on posters or the internet, but tbh, damn. you watch as the crowd's cheers slowly lessen in volume, some even yelling dirty boos, when the announcer yells out the opponent's name.

not being able to go to your work area, relax, and prepare like you intended. you decide to dejectedly stand back, cross your arms, and unamusedly watch the match through the end. even as someone who grew up surrounded by glorified violence, you still never really found yourself consuming or indulging yourself in that kind of entertainment as you grew up, in fact, you grew to hate it. so this job will prove quite a challenge for you.

you watch intently as each round passed, flinching and grunting as if you were the one being beat up down there, observing as each injury inflicted onto san's ripped body, and you swore that the only reason was so that it made your job easier once he went into the medical room.

the final round ended with san's expected victory and it took hours for the crowd to fully dissipate as many fans got signatures and pictures with their idols, san's line in particular was longer than the fucking nile river, so as the crowd slowly reduced in numbers, you sneakily made your way into the medical room and got all your materials ready as fast as you could for your first ever official patient who is also am underworld renowned celebrity.

time passes quickly and the door opened with a loud bang, you glanced in the direction for a second, catching a glimpse of san, as you expected.

"please take a seat over there." you said in your professional tone you practiced for this day, gesturing for the patient bed in the center of the room and you calmly and put on your gloves for sanitary measures (although you probably should've just forgotten about it considering how dingy the room is). "how are you feeling?" you turned around and looked at him, but he seemed distracted by the room as if he hadn't been here a thousand times before.

"shitty." he unhesitantly answered. "been worse, though."

"are you feeling any discomfort? where does it hurt most?" you continue to prod, keeping his mind busy, beginning to dab some of the more visible injuries with cotton balls with alcohol and he barely reacted, eyes carefully watching you and the way your hands move swiftly around his body.

"it feels weird somewhere in the neck." he tilts his head and rolls his shoulders back with little regard to the fact that you were just wiping the scratch on his forearm and you just look at him with a deadpan face, damn, you hate arrogant people like this. of course he's like this. "mostly my chest aches, i dunno why though." his eyes flickered to yours and a smile small falls on his face, changing his entire demeanor. you guessed he isn't as bad as the rumors made him out to be though — a tough, scary, big man who was rude to everyone.

"that's my job to figure out," you mumbled, clicking your tongue. you've always puzzled over why boxers choose this path, given the constant cycle of pain and treatment involved. who could have a passion for that? are they driven by money? you glanced skeptically at san, who's been famous long enough to comfortably retire. you discarded your gloves, finding them too cumbersome for the following activity. "please lie down on your front," you instructed. san swiftly complied, grunting softly as he repositioned himself on his chest. you approached him with an essential oil, pouring a decent amount onto his broad back — "i can relieve some tension in your neck with a massage," you explained, and san just chuckled, perhaps amused by your professional approach because you spoke like you were from a textbook. he'd much prefer if you spoke like you just came from a PR seminar like all the others. it was clear that you were inexperienced. he found it cute if anything. "if the silence makes you uncomfortable, we can engage in small talk." you stated blankly.

he glanced up at you but your gaze is fixed on his upper back as you work your magic. "sure." he said and lookd back forward. "do you have any questions for me?" your eyes flicker towards him momentarily before returning to your hands.

"actually, i do." you responded rather quickly than he expected — what could possibly be lingering on your mind? "what led you to choose this career, this path?" hoping to gain insight into his mindset, you thought understanding his motivation might help you empathize or comprehend his journey. san paused for a moment, a soft hum escaped him as he considered your question.

"i started when i was 15."

your movements froze and your eyes widened in surprise, a rare display of emotion. you looked into san's eyes, and you asked, "real?" he nodded in response. despite his fierce stage presence, san is surprisingly calm and sincere. confused, you wonder what made the nurses before you quit and what prompted his manager to hire you. but the thought is quickly set aside as San speaks up once more, looking at you.

"i had a tough upbringing." san began. "actually i was quite the delinquent in school... but i never hurt anyone," he clarified quickly, but then he looked forward again in thought, then back at you. "actually, that's a lie. i did. but it was mutual! we would hurt each other, kind of like gang fights in public, you know? our friends would cheers us on and stuff like that, wooo~"

"but why would you put yourself through that?" you inquired, genuinely curious.

"i don't know! petty reasons. like this one time, me and my friends were hanging out at a new skate park, and some kids came up to us, claiming they 'owned the territory.' they thought they owned the place just because 'they were there first.' we weren't going down without a fight, so we taught them a lesson!"

you chuckled, amused as he passionately recounts the incident while you rubbed his nape gently with a bit of force, he makes a sudden comment: "ooh, that's good. keep doing that." he was momentarily distracted by the sensation, appreciating the massage. "anyways, during one of those public fights, my manager found me. gave me his card. kind of like those weird scouting idol thingies from the surface." san explained and you nodded with a hum. "i was offered a shit ton of money, like, my parents practically forced me into accepting it. i dropped out of middle school and... i guess i've been in the industry for so long, i can't leave now."

"where are your parents now?" you asked, not thinking.

"they're at the surface, living happily. i got them a house." san said and looked forward, a gentle smile rested on his face.

"...do they not watch your matches? i heard the taped versions are banned from the surface."

"yeah, no, they probably forgot i exist." he replied calmly. "what about you?" san turned to you, seeking more conversation, but you broke contact from his bare back to wash your hands. "there's no need to talk anymore," you responded matter-of-factly — as if that authentic conversation didn't just happen a second prior. "the massage is finished, i will now proceed to wrap your wounds."

san is taken aback by your sudden change in demeanor. "what the hell?" he grumbled, sitting up and sounding a bit irritated. "i just shared my entire life story with you. it's your turn now!"

"what do you mean? i didn't force you into telling me your life story." you turned to him, bandages in your hand.

"you did too! you... asked..." san's tone became softer when he realized that he had no valid argument. "agh, fine. okay." he conceded, and you reach for his hand to gently apply bandages he suddenly liftes it up so quickly that it almost hits you in the face, you recoiled in surprise.

"hey!" you intinctively smacked the back of his hand, scolding him like a kindergartener, and you gave him a stern look.

"hey!" san yelled back in response, pulling his hand away from you, his tone more surprised than angry. "what kind of nurse hurts their own patient?"

"the kind that doesn't want their patient punching them in the face." you retort.

"well then i guess some arrangements will have to be made."

after a brief moment of gazing into each other's eyes, you both erupt into lighthearted giggles. okay, you think, he's not as bad as you initially thought. san playfully hits your shoulder, prompting you to playfully raise your hand in a threatening gesture, causing him to flinch back.

"carry on with your work, you weirdo," san laughed, still trying to put some distance between you. you firmly grabbed his hand again and you carefully wrap the bandage on his knuckles and scratches, focusing on placing them just the right way like a baby's diaper, not too tight but not too loose.

it's too silent. you noticed san watching you intently, his lips slightly parted as if he's contemplating whether to speak his mind.

"do you like what you're doing?" you ask, cutting off his thought process and patting his hand gently, smoothing out the slightly wrinkled parts of the bandage.

"do i like what you're doing?" san repeats the question that he heard, distracted by the way you hold his hand. "i love it. why? is it bad?" he blurted out and you look at him, confused. he's probably hearing things. you squint your eyes, you didn't really process what he said so you repeated your question.

"i mean... what you're doing. boxing. do you like it?"

"ohhhh," he awkwardly looked around the room, then back to you. "y- yeah, totally. it gives me life, y'know?"

"but... do you ever want to stop? you said you've been doing it for too long to leave, is that the only reason? you feel trapped?" you question, grabbing his other hand and he pondered, his tongue gliding from inside his cheek to his lips, sticking out for a moment before turning back to you.

"no." he says "i love boxing. as cliché as it sounds, i have a lot of pent up emotions boxing is a good way i can express myself, while also being beat up because i know it's something i deserve." the room filled with silence, san resumes speaking. "...so, it makes me feel relieved in those two ways..." he pursed his lips and noticed the solemn expression on your face. "also, people love me! i'm the brand of boxing. when people think of boxing they think: choi san. like painting = mona lisa or ballet = swan lake, y'know? i'm happy where i am. i am where i'm meant to be."

you don't speak but you give him a small smile and nod, finally finished with his other hand, you turn around to the sink again. "sooo, can i ask you a question now?" san asked softly.

you exhaled deeply and responded, "sure, i guess i owe you one."

san then turned the question on you, asking, "what about you? do you like what you're doing?"

you paused momentarily, replying, "it's my first day ever working, but i guess primary reason for enjoying it would be the amusing client."

"it's your FIRST day?" san feigns surprise, but it morphs into a frown as he mutters, "no, no, i shouldn't be surprised. you're bad..." he muttered.

you quickly counter, "hey, watch your language with me, or you might lose another nurse." san's eyes flash with a hint of intrigue before you added, "besides, i'm still a student. i shouldn't even be allowed to treat a distinguished boxer like yourself."

"you're a student?!" san backed off dramatically, a hand clutching to his chest. "i can't believe i entrusted my life in your hands!"

"hey! don't be so dramatic! i'm as good as a real doctor. i'm graduating. " you said, genuinely offended by his over-the-top reaction.

"but you're not a real doctor- you don't even have a phd yet!" he exclaimed and got off of the bed, aiming for the door and you just dejectedly watch at how fast the entire atmosphere changed. when you slightly frowned, san laughed and began to walk toward you. "nah man, i'm just kidding. i've had middle schoolers treat my wounds once."

your face contorted from one of confusion to anger. "don't scare me like that then!" you harshly punched his chest and he grunts, grabbing it in pain and staring at you in shock.

"ah! ow? i was just joking! that hurtsss! i told you that it hurts! here. it hurts here!" he whined and tapped gently on his chest where you hit.

"i know. that's why i hit it." you said harshly, making san laugh. "teach you not to mess with me." you grumbled and turned your back to him, moping.

"yaaa, don't be like that. is the treatment done? can i take you to dinner now?"

you turned around, eyes blown wide and innocent. "what?"

"dinner. you and me. in a romantic context."

"san," you call him by his name for the first time since he walked through the door and his heart skipped a beat. "i'm sure of all the nice, wonderful, young, and attractive nurses you've had at least one of them has brought up corporate policy."

"well, not necessarily the reason but i have heard the policy —" san clarified. "it's just that since you were already kind of breaking policy by taking a job without having graduated or having a phd yet i figured i could take you to dinner without a problem, but it seems like you're not interested, so—"

"no." you found yourself cutting him off and you offered a small smile. "i'd like to have dinner with you."

san gave you the sweetest smile — sandeoki? — one you have never seen, those paparazzi catches of him smiling amounted to nothing compared to this because all you ever see him on media was a serious man but this one was... too different. too... deceptive. for all you know, he'd have dinner with you and fire you the next day — but y'know, maybe it would be worth it.

"are you sure you can handle it? as your doctor i totally suggest you rest for about a week before doing any strenuous physical activities." you shrugged off your white coat and you hing it on the side of the creaky door where you found it.

"strenuous?" san asked with a smirk, eyebrow raised. "what do you think we'll be doing tonight?" he stepped up behind you, figure looming over you.

you turned around, looking up at him, then his lips — you grabbed his white tank top from the counter behind and shoved it in his chest, you smiled sweetly."if you fuck this date up," you went on your tip toes and whispered, hot breath hovering over his lips. "i might just beat you up."

silence filled the room. you proceeded to open the door and walk away — san smirked, a puff of air escaping him as he rubbed at his chin. he couldn't help himself. he followed you out and caught up with your steps. "where you headed?"

"just wanted to see if you would follow me," you halted your steps and looked up at him. "you pass the first test. now, take me to your dinner spot."

san tilts his head and crosses his arms, inhaling deeply. "well, do you enjoy... japanese cuisine?"

"certain dishes."

"great, i know just the place."

[k-zuzulibrary]

suddenly lost motivation to write smut. might write an innocent fluff college romance with mingi later.

[k-zuzulibrary]

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s.CB, h.HJ, h.JS, l.YB 𖹭 gn!reader

my enemy.

synopsis: they eventually give in after years of hatred, rivalry, and built-up tension only to get caught by another member.

content: changbin, hyunjin, han, felix (seperate) 𖹭 reader, enemies, suggestive/nsfw/18+ (minors do not interact), idk what this is honestly, poor attempt at comedy, reader has gender neutral pronouns and no specified genitalia, gentle brat tamer!cb x brat!reader, mean dom!hj, switch!felix x switch!reader, subby!han x mean-ish dom!reader, bondage, unprotected sex (cb), big dick | blowjob | dubcon penetration | photography (hj), implied feelings | doggy style | penetration (felix), lots of teasing and some pet names in all of them, swearing, not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's note: part 2!!! hope u enjoy. part 1 here.

binnie.

"you need to learn your place," changbin spoke softly, his tone dripping with condescension. he had chased you around his room for quite some time before he finally caught you, and with a swift and experienced motion, he grabbed your wrists and skillfully bound them together behind your back with a length of silk rope. his grip was firm, yet gentle, as he tied the bindings tight against your skin.

what could you have possibly done to make the kind and lovable seo changbin hate you? you were a brat, a nuisance who pushed his buttons and tested his patience. he tried to be patient with you for months, but your bratty behavior was too much to handle. and worst of all, you sent him mixed signals. half of 'i am a brat because i have a crush on you' and the other half being 'i am a brat because i hate you.' years passed and changbin had finally had enough, he decided it was time to do something about it.

with a swift and powerful motion, changbin easily picked you up off the floor, walked to his room, and tossed your form onto his bed, not missing a beat as he quickly locked the door behind him. he looked down at you with a stern expression, his tone firm as he spoke.

"you can't just go around doing what you do." he scolded softly.

you looked up at him, feigning innocence. "doing what i do?" you repeated his words, genuienly confused. "y'know, changbin, if you want me to come up with a great comeback you're gonna hafta give me some details—" your words were cut short when changbin stuffed a piece of fabric in your mouth.

changbin looked at you directly, his gaze intense and focused. "let me do the talking," he said firmly. "i need to know if you want to fuck me or not." he held your gaze as he waited for your response. "so, just nod if you do." he continued, his voice steady. "and shake your head no if you don't." he wasn't afraid of the consequences of his actions. it was you sending mixed signals, and he wanted to clear the tension by being direct.

he watched. struggling to keep the smile off of his face as he watched you nod your head, eyes staring directly into his. finally. for once, you were easy to talk to.

"okay... may i take you... here, now?" changbin sat on the bed next to you and removed the fabric from your mouth.

"...yes... you may." you said, breathy.

"but i wanna be able to use these ties, is that okay?" he asked. "to be able to do that, you'll have to get naked."

"yes, fine, please, whatever! just- just take me." you shook around, trying to free yourself from the restrains so you could undress yourself.

"don't get too excited." changbin reached for the hem of your baggy shirt and pulled it over your head, revealing your exposed chest — he wanted to roam his hands all over your body so badly but he had to be patient. he pushed you against the bed so you laid down on your arms. he steadily, cautiously, painfully slowly pulled your shorts and underwear down. finally taking the remainders of the silk rope on your wrists and he tied them expertly around your thighs, keeping them spread.

you watched all but in silence, giving bratty, annoying commentary about how he was taking his sweet time, but he was patient once more because he knew he would be able to fuck you in silence. but you're not very quiet in bed to no one's surprise.

finally, when he was done, he stood up and observed his masterpiece, you, spread all perfect for him — you looked at him in silence, expression defeated by how he took his sweet time and you were still horny. finally, changbin climbed onto the bed, hed in between your legs and he collected his saliva before spitting onto your hole. fitting his middle finger inside, you squeezed tightly around him and let out a soft mewl.

"ah, come on, do you have to be such a tease~?" you whined out. you couldn't move much so your only weapon was your words

"yes, yes i do." changbin curled his finger in your hole right where you wanted it and your entire body jolted at the sensation.

"f-fuck, just take me now. don't wait. i can't take it anymore!" you shuffled around his bed, almost crying.

"beg for it." changbin watched your desperate form freeze at his words.

"what? this isn't a porno, quit making me do shit and just fuck me already—"

"beg. for. it." he stood up and pulled out something from his drawer. "i got a vibrator here and i could edge you all night if you're not up for begging,"

"f-fuck. fuck you. fuck." you closed your eyes and sighed deeply. "please. please, changbin, fuck me. i want your cock in me so bad, please... i'm begging." you whined, tears forming on your eyes.

"good job." changbin placed down the vibrator on the table and climbed over you, one hand stroking the side of your hair and his thumb grazing over your cheek. "don't cry. s'beautiful." he whispered. unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard, fat cock, pushing it against your entrance that begged for him to come inside.

"ahh, please..!" you whined. your legs were already sore from the restraints and you just wanted his cock to fill you up so good. "seo changbin!" you yelled. finally, he pushed his dick inside without a warning, erupting a yelp from your throat.

"fuck..." changbin hissed. hips unmoving as he let you adjust to the pain. "fuck, are you okay?" he asked, looking into your eyes and you nod, lips parted and unable to speak.

"better than okay. keep going..." you took deep, ragged breaths, squeezing tightly around changbin's thick cock as he began to thrust into you with an unrelenting pace — he was so much faster than you ever would have expected him to be. (not that you ever imagined having sex with him.) "ahh, changbin! keep going~" you moaned out, your voice high and desperate as he thrust into you faster and faster, the bed creaking beneath the force of his movements. the sound of you being pounded filled the room, mingling with your pleas for him to continue.

the noise of your moans and changbin's thrusting filled the room, effectively covering up the sound of keys jingling and the door slamming open. however, the moment was quickly ruined by a high-pitched scream that didn't come from either of you.

han stood frozen in the doorway, his mouth and eyes wide with shock as he took in the surreal scene before him. "OH MY FUCKING JEEBUS," he yelled, too traumatized to even flinch. he began crying and quickly barged out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. "I'M SO FUCKING SORRY, I'M SO SORRY." he sobbed. you weren't sure if he was apologizing to you guys for barging in or apologizing to himself for ever coming inside unwelcomed.

jinnie.

"hyunjin, i swear on my unborn dead great grandchild's grave. delete that photo right now." you chased hyunjin around the living dorm room as he cackled like a maniac. "hyunjin, i'm fucking serious! someone might walk in! don't be such a dickhead."

"oh, but throughout our relationship when was i not a dickhead?" he stopped running and held the phone farther out of your reach when you attempted to grab it. "y'know, i'm starting to think you wanted me to see this."

he held his phone tightly in front of your face, revealing the nude mirror selfie you took a few minutes ago and accidentally shared to him. in a panic, you accidentally unsent the photo 'for you' rather than 'for everyone' causing you to quickly cover up in a robe, run to his room in hopes that he was asleep so you could delete it before he saw anything, only to lead to this very moment.

"why on earth would i want you to see that?! delete it! " you whined and grabbed his phone but he pulled it away from your grip, his eyes flickering down to your exposed chest in your loosened robe.

"come on, y/n, stop playing hard to get." he held your chin and put his forehead against yours. you pushed him away and scoffed.

"fucking forget it. asshole." you grumbled and walked away.

"you sure?" hyunjin called out to you. "i know a way you can get me to delete it."

you froze in your step and slowly turned around, eyes meeting his across the room. of course he knows a way. it's hyunjin. you let out a small sigh and crossed your arms over your chest.

"...fine. what is it?"

hyunjin shrugged. "deal with the problem your pic caused," he set the phone aside plopped himself down on the couch, legs spread wide.

you wanted to scoff and tell him to fuck off but you thought this could be an opportunity an eye for an eye, or in this case, a nude pic for a nude pic — so, you walked over and sunk down on your knees. hands roaming his pyjama-clad thighs before ghosting over his erection. you smirked, looking up at him. "is this all just for my picture?"

"do you want it to be?"

"ugh, you're impossible."

"i technically can't be 'impossible' because i exist, the term you're looking for is that i'm 'improbable'—" his retort cut off short when you squeezed his cock through the thin fabric before kissing it softly.

"blah blah blah. you're hard for me." you looked up at him before slowly pulling his pants down along with his underwear. your breath hitching in your throat as you catch sight of his large, long, and pretty penis — fuck, you're starting to just wanna suck him off but you can't let your plan go to waste.

hyunjin looks down at you, brows a bit furrowed and lips slightly parted as he takes in steady breaths. you take in the tip of his dick into your mouth and he lets out a soft moan, you bob your head a bit before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you together. "fuck." hyunjin mutters under his breath, throwing his head back, eyes closed.

"is it good?" you ask as you pump his length with one hand. the other reaching down for your own phone in the pocket of your robe.

"more." he whines.

you smirk as you turn on your camera and turn the flash off, your right hand pauses from jerking him and you stand up to take the perfect photo of his fucked out form on the couch, legs spread and dick exposed in all his glory. hyunjin looks at you and immediately runs to grab your phone. "hey! what do you think you're doing?" he grabbed both of your wrists, squeezing your left hand until you dropped your phone to the carpeted ground.

"taking your picture since you have mine." you winced at his grip but that didn't stop you from being a bitch.

"i already told you i'd delete yours if you just-"

"what? sucked you off? nah, i'd rather use your own picture against you." you chuckled in his face.

"but you already- why did you have to- ugh, you're so frustrating!" hyunjin tossed you on the couch and pinned you down, his large frame over yours. he uses one hand to undo your robe and he lines up his member with your entrance. it was all so fast but you didn't want to interject.

"you need to finish what you started, darling." hyunjin pushed his tip inside you.

"fuck, fuck-" you hissed out as he stretched your insides and you grabbed on tightly to his shoulders. "it hurts!" you cried out and hit his back, he immediately pulled out and looked at you.

"fuck, sorry, are you alright?"

"asshole, couldn't you prep me first? you know you're big." you grumbled

"ayyo what the fuck," a deep voice erupted from the doorway. your heads simultaneously snapped to felix. his eyes darted from your position, your exposed body through the undone robe, to hyunjin's hard dick. the sparkle in his eyes faded as they grew wider and wider. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

hannie.

"stop making a fuss about everything! focus on a way to get out."

you didn't know how a private discussion with the hate of your life inside the storage room would lead to you both being trapped in it. you were convinced one of the members did so, but it was not funny.

"kick it down, asshole!" jisung stepped back, giving you space.

"you kick it down!" you yelled, almost offended that he even believed you had enough strength to kick the damn door down. "you have the years of training and working out for performances—"

"quit yapping about and just do something about it, i'm tired of sharing oxygen with you—" you slammed jisung against the wall, rendering him and yourself speechless. you didn't know what your next move was at this point, but when you saw the small tent forming on jisung's thin pyjama pants, you knew what your next move would be.

"you—"

"shut up." jisung darted his eyes away from yours, stepping closer to the door and repeatedly banging his hand against it. the loud, irritating noise filling the room. "guys! is anyone there? let us out!"

"stop it." you stepped closer to jisung, your form sandwiched his with the door on the other side. "you don't want them to hear what's gonna happen next, no?" you gently guided his body to turn around so he faced you before you got on your knees and slowly pulled his pants down, revealing his large hard-on squeezing past his black underwear.

you looked up to see jisung with no objections but still avoiding your gaze, so you slapped his bare thigh to garner his attention. "hey." you blankly called out for him. "look at me." without hesitation, he looked at you, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were watering a bit.

"fuck, can you just suck me off already?" his hands reached for your hair, pulling you toward his crotch, but you fought back, pushing yourself away from him with the help of the door behind him.

"don't be so eager, jisung—" you attempted, but he was too strong, one hand turned your head to face his dick and pushed your lips against him.

"shit," he hissed, throwing his head back. he began rocking his hips and pushing his clothed groin against your lips.

"jisung!" you yelled and slapped his thigh again, erupting a yelp from him, pausing his actions. "i told you not to be so eager."

jisung's knees fell weak and he slid down the door, sitting against it and covering his face in shame. "b-but i wanted it so bad—"

"well, you're gonna have to earn it." you got on your feet and stood, looking down at him.

"h-how?"

"make me cum."

jisung eagerly nodded and went on his knees, going straight for your crotch, but you grabbed him by his hair and pulled him back. "ah ah," you tutted. "don't be eager." slowly, you gently guided his head to your crotch. "slow and steady," you whispered and let out a breath of relief as you felt his warm breath against you.

slowly, you let go of his hair and pulled your shorts down — the scandalous sight of your enemy, han, on his knees for you, his warm breath against your skin, his erection still evident and aching against his underwear — all of it combined turned you on more than you thought it should.

you stepped backward so you had something to lean on while han pleasured you, instantly, your back met with the shelf and you hit it a little too hard — causing a stack of unopened canned paint to fall down and clatter against each other as they rolled across the floor, you and han slowly watched as it rolled from your side, all the way down to the door that was now open. your eyes went from the bare feet, slowly going up to the skinny form see hyunjin with his jaw dropped (you were surprised you didn't see it on the ground next to his feet.)

"BANG CHANNNNNN," hyunjin ran away from the ungodly sight.

"fuck." you cursed and pulled your shorts back up, running after hyunjin and leaving han on the floor. "HYUNJIN, WAIT, WHAT YOU SAW IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS." (what the fuck else could it be, y/n?)

lixie.

"c'mon, don't tell me you haven't imagined us making loveeee~" you purred, sauntering towards felix's bedside. you'd walked in on him mid-fanfiction, his phone glowing with the words of a steamy enemies-to-lovers scenario on ao3, his phone discarded and long forgotten on the floor. he flung it across the room when you walked in. funnily, he flung it in your direction. so, you picked it up and read enough to get the gist.

"don't tease, y/n. it's art, it's a- a novel—" felix tried to excuse his behaviour with a scoff and made a weak attempt to push you off of his bed, you remained seated.

"novel my ass. the literature published on ao3 are nothing but for self indulgence and the pleasures of dirty minds like yours."

"aren't most books?"

"come on, just say it. say you wanna fuck me." you giggled, poking his side teasingly. "say itttt~ ah!" you let out a pained yelp when your head bangs against the headboard and felix pins you down on his bed.

his face hovered inches above yours, his breath hot against your face. "is that so bad?" he growled, his voice dropping to a lower octave that sent shivers down your spine and straight to your core. you gulped, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

"oh shi, my bad bro, i didn't mean to trigger the demon within-" you attempt to laugh it off. but your heart raced in your chest as felix continued to pin you down with his gaze, his grip tightening around your wrists. "come on, i was just teasing, bro, let me go. i have work to do."

"come on, if you had time to come in here and tease me, you can take a few hours off work, no?" he purred, tilting his head closer to your face.

"quit joking, felix-"

"you're one to talk about joking," felix whispered, his lips brushing against your neck. you let out a breathy moan in response as he placed open-mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin.

"no, really," you gasped, threading your fingers through his hair to keep his head close. "you can't handle hours with me. you'll tap out first."

felix chuckled darkly, his hands roaming over your body. "wanna bet?" he asked, mouth against your neck, peppering kisses up until he finally connected your lips together, you moaned into his mouth and chased him as he pulled away.

"fine, let's bet then," you challenged, breaking free from his grip and reversing your positions. straddling his hips, you slowly lowered yourself onto him, grinding once, twice. his hands dug into your hips, and he buried his face in his pillow to muffle a deep groan. "what's wrong, baby boy? can't handle it anymore?" you teased. grinding again before taking your sweater off and tossing it aside.

"nah, come on, you can do better than that." felix laughed and pulled his pyjama pants down, revealing his plain black boxer shorts. you pushed his shirt up, exposing his chiseled abs, and you peppered them with kisses, pressing a soft kiss against the bulge in his underwear.

"do you think i could take you?" you tilted your head and pulled his underwear down, revealing his pretty erection. you began pumping him slowly, licking the precum off of his tip. you can feel him shiver under your touch and you smile sweetly. "can't take it anymore, honey?"

"you're being unfair." felix complained, sitting up and turning you around to put you on all fours. he pushed the small of your back down, forcing you to arch, and then expertly pulled your pants and underwear down in one swift motion. you decided to let him have his way and see what he could do to please you.

"shut. the. front. door." hyunjin stood at felix's doorway with a cheeky smile. "Y/N, YOU DID IT! I TOLD YOU BEING A BITCH TO HIM WOULD WORK!"

"HYUNJIN, GET THE FUCK OUT."

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Jeongin hard thoughts?

Imagine you and jeongin were having sex when he finished first so you ended up faking an orgasm. A few days later he overhears you telling a friend over the phone abt this. When you wake up next to him the next morning you find yourself tied to your headboard, unable to escape. You are completely naked and jeongin comes in. He eats you out and forces orgasm after orgasm out of you until you are crying and he is completely relentless. He finally let's up after your 15th orgasm and you are relived, until you see him take the vibrator from the drawer and turn it to the highest and holding it against your clit while he fucks you coaxing about 20 more orgasms leaving you feeling exhausted. He says he only did this to pay you back for the orgasm he owed you.

If you do this, could u pls tag me? <3333

스트레이키즈

yang jeongin 𖹭 afab!reader

what i owe you.

synopsis: an insecure jeongin wants nothing other than to make you feel good.

content: explicit sexual content (mdni), pwp, afab!female reader, established relationship, pet names (babe, baby, innie), dubious consent but it all works out, mentioned faked orgasm, yandere!jeongin if you put glasses and squint, they have a safeword but the reader doesn't use it, not proofread, lowercase intended.

explicit warnings: dom!jeongin, he is a little mean/aggressive but sweet and calm?, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, overstimulation, using a vibrator, bondage/eagle

zuzu's notes: hiii! sorry this took so long, it was in my drafts for awhile. idk if it's okay that i answered your ask or if you wanted me to just make a post and then tag you but... well, amazing ask, girliepop! i love the idea so much, but you made it sound complete so i didn't know what to add, i hope you enjoy anyway hehe. writing this kinda reminded me of seven by jungkook ft. latto, so maybe that's a song rec while reading this lol. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

"don't get me wrong, i love jeongin..."

i.n didn't intend to eavesdrop. he arrived home a few hours early to surprise you, but his curiosity piqued when he heard your soft voice when you were supposedly supposed to be the only one he would come home to. as he crept closer to the door of your shared bedroom, expecting the worst that he pushed to the back of his mind,

he knew that you were talking about him. he let out a breath of relief when he saw that you were on the phone. he wanted to know more but also he felt guilty for violating your privacy... it was your shared home anyway, he felt somewhat justified in his behavior.

"i guess he has been a little stressed lately and needed a quick release. i just had to fake mine,"

i.n's heart dropped to the pit of stomach. fake? he felt a gnawing sensation. as he listened closely, they prayed that you were referring to something else and not your intimate moments together. the uncertainty was weighing heavily on his mind and he felt a sense of insecurity about your pleasure. he wondered when else you would fake and he didn't realize. your words continued.

"otherwise... i don't know, he could have been embarrassed since he could always make me release before him... it's my first time having to fake it—"

without warning, i.n burst into the bedroom and loudly announced himself. "babe, i'm home!" he exclaimed, immediately capturing your attention. he proceeded to remove his shoulder bag and neatly comb his hair, all while putting on a convincing performance that he had just arrived.

"oh!" you exclaimed, hanging up the phone and rushing to put on your slippers and greeting i.n with a warm, loving hug that i.n struggled to return properly. "you're early, baby!" you said cheerily, planting a kiss on his cheek. "how was practice?"

"practice was a little tiring," he forced a smile. "i wanted to take you out to dinner."

"oh, really? let me get ready then—" you pulled away from him, looking around before heading toward the closet.

"ah, babe," he called out, following you into the bedroom and wrapped his arms around you from behind. "maybe after dinner, you'd wanna...?"

"oh," you paused. a bead of sweat dripped down i.n's forehead as he awaited your response. he felt a little nervous but he wanted to make up for your lost orgasm tonight until he heard your response; "maybe not tonight, baby." you smiled and patted his hand around you as you searched for an outfit.

"ah, okay, then..." i.n promptly removed his arms around your body and decided to wash up as well.

dinner went by quickly and quietly, probably like last night. i.n couldn't get the thought of your phone conversation out of his head and decided to plan something for the next morning.

"dinner was amazing, baby," you kissed his cheek as you opened the door to your apartment. "we haven't been able to eat out in weeks."

"that's why i wanted to surprise you..." he gave you a sweet smile.

the night ended peacefully, it was dark and quiet, the bedroom was well ventilated, and you were actually a bit chilly, so you cuddled up to i.n's broad form. curse you for being so cozy that night, you ended up having the deepest and best sleep of your life until you woke up to a sensation.

your eyes fluttered open and you look down to see i.n's head between your legs. slowly, your mind woke up along with your body and you grew alarmed, shutting your legs together, only to not. they were tied down to the foot of the bed, you tried to move your arms but they were tied to the end of the bed. "jeongin-" you rasped out.

he lifted his head from your legs, "oh, you're awake." he said blankly and wiped his bottop lip with his thumb as he sat up.

"what are you doing? untie me," you whined as your arms and legs struggled to escape the restrains.

"shh, baby, calm down..." he shuffled up, legs straddling your stomach as he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on your cheek, then your soft lips. he pulled away and stared into your eyes. "i'm simply making up for a lost orgasm the other night."

"babe, i have a meeting to get to,"

"tell them you're sick." he went back down and laid his tongue flatly on your clit, kitten licking it, earning a soft moan from you. "i'm sure you will be soon."

"baby, please-" you cried when he fit two of his thick fingers knuckle-deep effortlessly into your pussy, you were so wet from arousal and his saliva that he didn't struggle. he curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. "ah, baby-" you moaned out. fuck. he hadn't given you this type of attention in months, maybe it was okay to call in sick today. you were a bit overwhelmed and you could only move your hips against his hand.

"you like that?" i.n asked quietly as he watched your hips rock against his hand, eyes flickering to look at your already fucked out expression. "you must really like it..." he whispered and pulled his fingers out.

"innie!" you whined out, your disappointment was short-lived when he began lapping at your cunt again, sucking and eating you like there was no tomorrow. "don't stop like that..." you moaned, you could feel your climax building up as he sucked harshly on your clit and licked your hole. he let out a low moan as he felt your cum build up on his tongue.

"mmm, babe, you taste amazing. i can't believe i missed out on this for months..."

slowly, you caught your breath, but you felt his tongue on you again. "ah, innie, stop- i- can't..." you whined, moving your hips away from him.

"ah ah, quit moving, babe. i need to make you feel good." jeongin grabbed your hips in place and continued his job. you whined in his grasp, helpless. "if you really wanted to stop, you'd say the safeword, no?" he put his middle finger and began fingering you aggressively. you blubbered as you felt another orgasm building. "come on baby," he said, voice low as he quickened his pace, finger unrelenting, his thumb moved to rub your clit and you creamed around his finger.

"ah, baby... please..." you moaned out, eyes fluttering shut. you hadn't had to consecutive amazing orgasms forced out of you liked that before. "please..." you blubbered.

"please what?" jeongin asked, his finger began pumping inside you once more, this time he fit in his pointer and his ring, he pushed them in so deep you felt the cold silver of his rings against your folds. you whined out at the sensation. "please what baby?"

you were left speechless, your voice exhausted from the relentless stream of orgasms jeongin had wrung from you. his fingers continued to work their magic, adding another orgasm to your already impressive tally, he began to eat you out once more. and more. and more. this continued for about 10 times before he finally stopped, pulling away from your quivering pussy and sucking the evidence of your cum from his fingers.

"mhgh... baby, are you done now...?" you asked weakly, your voice barely audible. your eyes fluttered open as jeongin stood up and walked towards the bedside table, pulling out a vibrator with a wicked glint in his eye. your eyes widened.

you had a long day ahead of you.

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종호 c.JH

jongho 𖹭 afab!reader

love 2 hate u.

synopsis: as a constant presence in ateez's house for the past year, you've become an unofficial ninth member, sharing meals and living space with them, the perfect cover for your arrangement with your enemy who can't stand you. and you can't stand it when he fucks you in missionary.

content: smut/filth, (minors do NOT interact), pwp, enemies with benefits, reader is mentioned to have past boyfriends, enemies 2 whattt???, angst if u wear glasses and squint, aftercare, cuddling, kinda toxic?, swearing, not proofread, afab!fem!reader, lowercase intended.

explicit warnings: fully consented unprotected hate sex, rough!mean!dom! jongho, manhandling, spanking | slapping your cheek | hurting you, hair pulling, jongho's fingers in ur mouth, doggy style, missionary, oral (m!receiving), jacking off on your face, facial, cum/spit swallowing, name calling (bitch, slut, whore, baby??) basically just pure filth.

zuzu's note: love sex is the best (love sex w/jongho) but... hate sex with jongho..? i think i'd die. so. i took a break from my stack of homework to write this. i still have my enemies to lovers slow burn w/jongho in my drafts and idk if it will ever see the light of day. i wrote this with the intention of just ending it on a hate/sad/neutral note, but i wanna marry jongho and i want him to love me so i can't do it for the sake of art.

"you had to go and be a little attention whore, hm?" jongho grumbled, his hips snapping against your rear as he pounded into you from behind. he yanked on your hair, slamming your head against the mattress twice, eliciting a high-pitched whine from your throat. you glare at him.

"i- i wasn't being an attention whore," you shot back and slammed your ass against him, earning a twitch of his eye as he abruptly halted his thrusts. "it's not my fault you marked my neck yesterday. they were bound to notice."

"you could've tried a little harder to hide it, no?" he leaned in, his chest flat against your back. his left hand pushed your hair behind your ear, but it eventually fell back down. "you wanted them to see, to wonder..." he began to slowly thrust into you again. "i don't want them knowing that i fuck useless sluts like you."

"well—" your retort was muffled and rendered useless when jongho forcibly pushed three fingers into your mouth.

"shut up, bitch..." you felt a harsh sting on your left ass cheek. you felt his veiny dick hit your cervix repeatedly — jongho didn't like using protection when it came to fucking you, he made that clear. he loved the thrill of seeing your expression whenever he would threaten to cum inside you.

you had only been fucking for 10 minutes right after san walked out the door and you secured that the house was empty but both of you were already so close to cumming the faster jongho moved his hips against you — the deeper his fingers went into your mouth, muffling each moan he forces out of you.

you could feel your climax building up in your stomach and your moans become more and more short of breath, your grip on the mattress tightens and your toes begin to curl when jongho abruptly stops thrusting and he pulls his fingers from your mouth. "what the hell?" you turn your head to look at him, only to feel your body to be slammed against the mattress in a split second and your legs are pushed against your chest when jongho slams back into you.

face to face.

you hated when jongho did missionary. when you'd do missionary with your old boyfriends you get to look at each other with love and kiss each other and he'd whisper cute praises in your ear — missionary with jongho was different, it was when you'd see him in a different light and you didn't like it because fucking him knowing you hated his guts was the reason you made this arrangement.

with this pose, you get a full show. watching his expression shift while he pounded into your tight pussy, his brows slightly furrowed and his eyes ocassionally fluttered shut, maybe he didn't want to look at you. small grunts and warm sighs escaping him. you hated this position because you associated it with love and you had hoped at some point that jongho would lean in and whisper sweet nothings in your ear and kiss you on the lips and love you.

but every time you did missionary he wouldn't do any of that and you're not sure if he even thought about it the way you did. the enemies with benefits thing was destroying you as each second passed and you wanted to stop because you missed the concept of intimacy, but what little hope you had left of waiting for the day jongho would kiss your lips kept you from leaving the agreement.

your lips parted slightly small mewls coming out of your mouth as you closed your eyes, a small tear escaped you but you masked it, leaning up and latching yourself onto him, scratching his strong back with your nails. "harder," you cried out softly as he thrusted faster. "so good..." you whispered.

hearing the praise, jongho followed your command. "can't handle it anymore, baby?" jongho's pet name completely ruined you, the affectionate tone of his voice only adding to the confusion swirling in your mind. does he truly hate you, or was this a ruse to mask his own feelings? as you gazed into jongho's eyes, you pictured the perfect relationship with him, the perfect sex that wasn't full of hatred, you pretended that the spark in his eyes was love and you felt your body weaken further, your pussy clenching around his still-hard cock.

your body weakened and your back slammed back against the mattress as you caught your breath. your closed eyes fluttered back open when you notice that jongho hadn't reached his peak yet, but instead of chasing his release, he seemed content to stay buried inside you, his hips paused mid-thrust. his face was an unreadable mask, his breathing steady as he maintained eye contact.

you wanted to ask 'what's wrong?' but that would be too unusual. instead, you found yourself staring into jongho's eyes, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment wash over you. had you really just cum to the thought that the man who obviously had nothing but hatred for you was in love with you? you bit your bottom lip and averted your eyes, but jongho's hand snaked up to grasp your chin, preventing you from looking away. "you're so..." he started, his voice low and intense. he paused, as if searching for the right word.

so what? sexy? pretty? ugly? unbearable? what? what? what?!

"don't look at me like that," jongho muttered, pulling out of your trembling body. his cock remained rigid, a testament to his self-control. without warning, he positioned himself kneeling above your face, his hands grasping your small ones as he guided them around his thick shaft. "go on,"

your hands slowly pumped his hard length, the thick heat of his flesh filling your palms. his hips rocked forward, his arousal occasionally brushing against your lips, a tantalizing promise that you ached to fulfill. it was close enough that you could suck it and taste him, you never got to taste him — but you knew jongho didn't want that, he never tasted you either. he believed fucking should be the extent of the agreement, any form of oral sex would be "too intimate."

you were unsure if you yearned for intimacy or intimacy with jongho.

"suck it like the slut you are..." jongho said. you wondered if you were hearing things, did he really ask that? you followed his orders, your lips parted and you sucked on his tip. "fuck," he groaned. "you're so desperate for my cock, huh?" he thrusted into your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat, and his balls hitting your chin. you couldn't help but gag against him at the sudden intrusion.

"s-say it," jongho rasped, his voice strained. "say you're a desperate little toy that can't get enough of my cock." you hesitated, your words muffled against his flesh. how the hell were you supposed to say it when his fat cock filled your mouth? "say it or i'll pull out and finish all over your face instead," he threatened, his hips bucking forward as he slowly fed more of his length into your mouth. you gagged around him, your eyes watering as you shook your head, you didn't want to give in to his demand.

"bitch," jongho cursed, pulling out of your mouth and backhanding you sharply, erupting a yelp from you. "open your mouth and tell me what you are," he ordered, his voice cold. he pumped his own fist over his lap, the wet sounds of his hand working his slick flesh filling the room. his other hand slapped you again on the same cheek then forced you to look up as he jerked himself off on your teary-eyed face. his tip occasionally rubbed on your red cheek and he threw his head back, hips bucking against his own hand. "you're so ashamed to admit something so obvious..." he continued weakly.

you hesitantly parted your lips, tears spilling down your cheeks as you whispered, "i-i'm a...slut for your...your...c-cock..." jongho's face darkened, his hand moving faster over his erection.

"louder," he hissed, his eyes locked onto yours.

you swallowed hard, your voice shaking as you screamed, "i'm a slut for your cum, jongho! i'm a desperate, pathetic slut who needs your cock and your cum to feel alive."

jongho's hand froze at your words, he whispers, "you're damn right you are," before pulling back and firing a thick stream of white onto your cheeks, neck, and chest. you sat up and grabbed his dick, putting it in your mouth so you could taste his cum, only for him to pull you off of him by your hair. "who said you can do that?" he grabs his cock and aims it in your face, pumping it slowly as cum continues to spill out of him until he was empty. "open."

on command, you opened your mouth. jongho pulled your head back by your hair and he took a second to collect his saliva before spitting it into your mouth and connecting your lips with a deep kiss.

a kiss?

your eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him back. his grip on your hair loosening as he cradled your face and continued to make out with you. you couldn't think, what mattered was that he was kissing you. someone he couldn't bare to face but he could handle fucking. he was kissing you.

"ah-" you almost whined when he pulled away but you gained composure when you caught sight of his soft expression.

"don't be so pretty all the time." he whispered.

"...what?"

"i said you look like a fucking lime." he said louder and playfully pushed your head to the side, he shuffled out of the bed and put on his shirt and underwear. "stay there," he said and left the room. his room. usually, jongho would fuck you in your room so he could just leave when you two were finished but today was different. you never noticed it before. you pulled his blanket up to cover your body, realizing it was a bit gross since his cum was still on your chest. slowly, you moved yourself off of the bed and sat on the edge.

"woah, where are you going?" jongho walked into the room and rushed toward you. "do you not know the definition of the word 'stay?'" he asked, kneeling between your legs and wiping the almost dried cum in between your thighs with a damp paper towel, slipping a finger inside so he could empty you fully. what the fuck was he doing? you wanted to so badly ask, but he seemed so focused. he took another damp towel he brought with him and began wiping your face, neck, and chest.

it was too quiet. you could only sit and watch as he grabbed your arm and wiped each one down with the towel, eventually, he threw a shirt of his on the bed and sat down. "wear this." he said. "i don't like seeing you wear mingi or yunho's clothes when you stay over."

you blushed but you hid your smile and slowly put the shirt on.

"come here." jongho patted the space between his legs and you shuffled closer to him, wondering what he would do next, he turned you around so your back was against his chest and he began brushing your haid. "are you sleepy?" he asked.

"a bit..." you replied. voice raspy.

"sleep here tonight."

you wanted to protest because what in the fuck was going on right now? literally. what the fuck? what the fuck?

"...okay." you whispered.

you can hear the clank of the brush against the desk by his bed and he moved to lay down, prompting you to lay down as well, facing him. you wanted to ask but you wondered if it would ruin the moment.

"don't you hate me?" you asked, voice soft.

you can see jongho's expression stiffen, he nervously licked his lips and gulped. "...i did." he said. "i guess i broke a few rules tonight, didn't i?' he chuckled. "having you suck me off wasn't too bad. kissing wasn't too bad either."

"i liked kissing you." you deadpan. you wanted to be direct because jongho kept beating around the bush. "did you like it?"

"i... i did." he hesitantly replied.

"do you think that if you didn't set that dumb boundary a long time ago, then—"

"go to sleep. your pretty little head might explode." jongho knocked on your forehead.

your mouth shut tightly, but after a few seconds you tried again. "seriously—"

"sleeeep." jongho covered your face with one hand.

"so annoying..." you grumble and close your eyes, shuffling to turn around from him. you can hear his soft laugh and his arms suddenly wrap around you.

"we'll talk in the morning."

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휴닝카이 k.KH

hueningkai 𖹭 gn!reader (drabble)

synopsis: hyuka never beating the tummy lover allegations.

content: hyuka 𖹭 ur tum-tum, body praise, explicit/sexual content mdni, implied top!hyuka, jerking off, no pronouns/genitalia mentioned for the reader

oh, but what would he do without your stomach? the mere sight of your plump skin gave him a hard-on — he is not a fan of being edged because he wouldn't be able to resist cumming no matter how hard he tried when he jerked himself off on top of your tummy, moaning unintelligible praises pointed toward your gorgeous as you watched him in awe.

"mh... baby, your body is so beauti..f-ful? 'know that?"

he'd barely last 10 minutes. when he's close to his high, he would occasionally rub his tip on your belly button to give himself a little booster, whimpering as he hovered above you and let his cum spill out, watching as it spreads on your stomach, dripping down to in between your thighs and he would be so ready for another round.

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ateez dick size

synopsis: now pretend their microphones are their dicks. they're all fucking hot and i want them to fuck me 'til i can't remember my name anymore.

content: mdni, pure horny. also i sound like a sex addict lol, not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's note: i know this has been talked about a lot but never enough. ateez dick size (bonus, fav positions). they're all huge, u cannot convince me otherwise. WE'VE ALL PEAKED AT THEIR BULGES ON THEIR STAGE PERFORMANCES RIGHT??? LIKE PLSSSS. ot8 = the biggest losers with the biggest dicks.

Hongjoong 『홍중』

big. decent. 7 inches? mmmmh, mhm, hongjoong go get it. ily. i wanna give him head and i bet he needs so much head. he lovessss fucking your throat, he's also a handjob guy, especially if you have small hands he loves seeing you struggle to wrap it around him<33 sucking him off in the studio, hello?

Seonghwa 『성화』

big, just big. bro, his dick would be so big and majestic and pretty. like, that ain't no dick no more, that's a penis, that's a member. and ugh he's just so vanilla with it? idk. put a pink ribbon on it and suck him dry. a bedroom fucker. cowgirl pose fan.

Yunho 『윤호』

big. long big. 10 inches? a bit skinny but big, mmmmmhh, he's probably yummy, like he actually tastes good. i want to suck him like a lollipop, just casually, just to taste him. i feel like i would never get tired of his dick. it's just addictive, yk? in my mouth, in my hands, in between my tits, in between my thighs, in my pussy, in my asshole — i only have so much holes pls yunho, one chance. SHOWER SEX-

Yeosang 『여상』

big. 7 inches? he also has a pretty dick. almost too pretty. it should be framed and displayed in a museum i think. it's art, i just wanna kiss it. broo, imagine kissing his dickkk, i think i'd die. hello cowgirl fans?? i think all of ateez would like the cowgirl pose tbh

San 『산』

BIGGGGGGGGG?!?!?!??? brooooo, he would stuff u up and split u in half. he is big in every way shape and form. your hand would probably not fit all around it??? i want to hear him whimper while i give him the best handjob/blowjob of his life, please and thank you. doggy style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary, mid-day, nighttime, in the living room, in the kitchen, lights on, lights off, etc. and i, thank you.

Mingi 『민기』

biggest. big and fat and pretty. i think we all know this. 10? 11 inches??? too much. i know too much isn't good, 6 is enough but fuck fuck, idc. 11 inches take it or leave it. inappropriate and controversial but idols should reveal their dick size (length [inches] and girth [cm]) like they reveal their height or hand size. mingi, please,,, please... HE IS SUCHHH A COWGIRL/69 TYPE OF GUY.

Wooyoung 『우용』

big. decent. 6 inches. also one pretty dick. ok, you know what? they all have pretty dicks. wooyoung would loveee fucking you raw, he seems like the kinda guy, wanna feel all your insides, yk? he wants u sitting on his lap riding him in the living room or smn.

Jongho 『종호』

fat. big fat. biggfggldjjskskwjd. jongho would also taste so good in a masculine way. omg he'd fill u up so good, 8 inches? 8 inches hello? i want him!!!! i need him, like, literally. oh my god ohmg ogmgjdjzja dies. idc, i will get on my knees and suck. i will spread my legs and ass cheeks like there's no tomorrow. but i feel like jongho is big fan of fucking, penetration and all that. he's a missionary guy, a doggy style guy, any pose that gives him dominance kinda guy. also, u riding on his thighs? im gonna die

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종호 c.JH

jongho 𖹭 afab!reader

first time loving you.

smut. mdni.

you had never been with anyone in such an intimate way, and it surprised you that jongho was very dominant on your first time, it kind of scared you, to be frank, but you knew he wouldn't hurt you. it was new and it was a bit overwhelming but what topped it all off was that it was exciting; the way his hands gripped at your thighs, keeping them in place as he lapped at your pussy that dripped wet for his animalistic behavior, the way his thick fingers reached deeper in your cunt than yours ever would, sticking three inside and pumping them, watching as they stretched your tiny virgin hole, preparing you for the overwhelming large size of his dick which you only ever sucked.

for jongho, he only had three agendas for the night and they were pretty much the same: to make you cum on his tongue, on his fingers, and around his cock. so far, he was so close to accomplishing the second one, observing carefully as your thighs jittered, the way your walls squeezed around his fingers, and your expression was so fucked out, blubbering small mewls and unintelligible begs as he went unforgivably faster, wanting you to reach your high more than you did.

finally, his other hand began to rub at your clit as his other continued its pace. jongho was quiet the entire time, he was nervous although he was more experienced than you, he wanted you to enjoy your first time — only ever taking in, appreciating your whines and moans that filled the room and they urged him on to do a better job. while he was pleasing you, he also studied you. through trial and error, he did his best learning what you liked and didn't just on the first night and it was all working so well.

you came around his fingers the second time that night, pussy convulsing around his digits as your cum continuously poured out. you watched as he slowly deprived you the pleasure of being filled up by him, only to be gifted the sight of watching him suck your cum from his fingers. "jongho—" you moaned out, trying to sit up, your hole a little sore.

"no, baby, sit back down..." jongho pushed you back, making sure you were comfortable. "what's wrong? do you wanna stop?"

"no... i... i just wanted to say," you paused, biting your lip nervously as you looked into his eyes. "i really love you..." you watched as his expression changed, you expected that he would be shocked or his mood would change because it was your first time ever saying it to him. you didn't even expect or care if he would say it back because you felt it in his actions — to your surprise, he was visibly more relaxed than he had been the entire evening. he crawled over to you and cradled you in his arms, placing a soft kiss on your lips, a surprising contrast to how aggressive he had been in the past hour.

"baby, you know i love you more than anything..." he whispered, your eyes have never shone any more brightly to him than in this moment.

"then fuck me like it." you whispered.

and he did.

he spared no second in giving you what you asked for. slowly, he discarded his underwear, pumped his cock a few times before lining it with your entrance. "are you ready?" he asked, and you eagerly nodded.

"yes, i'm ready. for anything." you paused as he pushed his tip inside. "as long as it's you." you whispered, you closed your eyes and focused on the sensation of your walls clenching around his thick, fat cock, only for them to flutter back open when he placed a soft kiss on your lips, his head rested in the crook of your neck as he slowly began pumping inside you. his fingers intertwined with yours at the side. this time it wasn't just your pathetic moans and jongho's tongue against your creamy wet cunt that filled the room, now it was also jongho's small groans and intense, controlled breathing, it was skin slapping against skin, cock against pussy, you and jongho.

it was just you and jongho in your own, love-filled world.

"i love you," jongho moaned as he picked up his pace and fucked his large cock into your tight pussy like tomorrow never existed. everything only existed in this moment and this moment alone. "i love you, i love you, i fucking love you." he continued, whining into your neck before biting it tightly and filling you with his seed, you were able to reach your climax just as he did, letting out a soft moan as you felt your cum mixing together inside of you and seeping out onto the mattress covers.

slowly, he pushed himself up to look at your poor, fucked out expression as you whined and blubbered about. with one hand, he pushed your hair away from your face and wiped a bit of your sweat, his hand resting on your cheek. "i love you, y/n." his thumb gently carressed you. your eyes slowly fluttered open and you mustered a smile as you stared at him, your hand reaching for his and kissing his palm.

"i love you, jongho."

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b.C, l.MH, k.SM, i.N 𖹭 gn!reader

my enemy.

synopsis: they eventually give in after years of hatred, rivalry, and built-up tension only to get caught by another member.

content: (seperate) bang chan, lee know, seungmin, i.n x gn!reader, enemies 2 what?, suggestive themes/smut 18+ (minors do not interact), making out, grinding, no genitalia or pronouns specified for the reader but you are the bottom and exhibit bottom behavior, sexual frustration, fingering/handjob in bang chan's, masturbation, penetration, bratty!reader, getting caught, mean dom!lee know, reader is called a 'pretty princess' in lee know's, hair pulling, edging, name calling in i.n's, traumatized skz witnesses, self explanatory, not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's note: maybe this should be a series... i wrote them with a reader who can't get along with them (and vice versa) because... well, that's kind of how enemies work. part 2 here!

channie.

you never liked chan. he wasn't at your pace — too hard working, too selfless, too self deprecating. you were annoyed by the fact that he never took care of himself, and so you avoided him regardless of how you shared the same friend group. you didn't like surrounding yourself with "negative" people like him.

chan on the other hand, didn't like you because he thought you were a rude person — you wouldn't say please, you wouldn't say thank you, you actively ignored him/pretended you didn't hear him even when he spoke to you. he didn't care if you were nice to him, he just didn't like rude people.

it wasn't known that you two were enemies — it was unspoken between you and chan, and nobody in the group took notice because you never really talked, and so, when you two were the only ones left to watch over the dorm while the rest went back to family homes or their own secret affairs, what bang chan didn't expect was to hear small moans emerging from your bedroom late at night.

you knew he wouldn't be asleep at this time. he never slept. he was always working on something with his headphones on and you were feeling really sexually frustrated at the time. you assumed for sure he wouldn't be able to hear you if you struggled a bit, but unlike you expected, he heard every bit of it, and as much as he hated it, it turned him on more than he'd like to admit.

you weren't getting anywhere with your efforts, and when you heard a knock on your door it this time of night, it could only have been one person and that ruined your entire mood. "what?" you groaned. not getting your hand out of your pants because you knew chan wouldn't just walk in and you might as well have continued what you were doing the moment he would walk away from your room.

"...so, i'm trying to work on something, but your... noises aren't exactly helping me concentrate."

you blushed and immediately withdrew your hand, immediately sitting up. you didn't know how to respond and it was silent for a good few seconds.

"s-so i would appreciate it if you... um... i- i don't know, lowered it... a bit... thanks."

with that, you heard his footsteps fade away and retreat into his own dorm next to yours. you let out the large sigh you had been holding in and wondered how you would ever go back to sleep at this rate. or how you'd ever be able to masturbate in peace again.

you didn't know why, or where you even got the courage to, but you found yourself knocking on chan's door just moments after what happened. sure, you were embarrassed but you only had little of your dignity left and might as well have lost it all when he opened the door with a small crack and curiously looked at your nervous form.

"would it be alright if you... h-helped me?" you asked with a soft voice, bang chan stared at you, expression unwavering. to clarify, you stumbled over your next words. "i have been struggling lately, and—"

bang chan grabbed your wrist and dragged you into his room, slamming the door behind you.

"and what do i get in return?" bang chan asked, voice gruff as he stared deeply into your eyes.

"...my silence for the next few weeks?" you attempted to make a deal.

"so i'll have to do this every time you're frustrated? just so i can work?" he clarified.

"does it sound like something you wanna do?"

"i guess we'll have to see first."

bang chan gently led your form to his bed, slamming you down and pinning you against the soft mattress, his hand rubbing down at your croch. you didn't know why but something about hating him up until this very moment was what turned you on most. without any more words, bang chan put his hand down your pyjamas the same way you had tried all night and continued to pleasure you better than you ever could have. if he hated you so much, why was he so good at making you feel loved?

"f-fuck, i'm so close." you whimpered, gripping onto the sheets beneath you as bang chan picked up his pace.

"yeah? you getting there, baby?" his hand never got tired. "d'you wanna do this all night?" why did he seem to enjoy pleasuring you like you enjoyed being pleasured? the mere thought brought you so close to your climax. "i could go all night, baby." he whispered in your ear, and with that, you pathetically came into your pants and on chan's big, rough hand.

you slowly turned your face to look at him, "i could go for a round 2—"

"hey, chan, i decided to come back early-" you both turned to see lee know who nonchalantly walked into the room, eyes glued to his phone as he set his bag down on the ground. chan quickly withdrew his hand from your pants, wiping it on his shirt as he stood up and walked around the side of the room while you sat up on the mattress, fixing your hair and looking at the oh-so-interesting floor. lee know looked up from his phone.

"oh, hi, y/n. what are you doing here?"

you nervously exchanged glances with chan and gulped before you could shrug and form a lie—

"oh my g- you guys fucked." lee know deadpanned, pointing at you, then chan, then you. "disgusting." he turned around and left the room. "chan's room reeks of sex now. this is totally going in the gc."

know.

it was easy to hate lee know. the moment you met him, you hated him in all sorts of ways — bad first impression, started off on the wrong foot, rubbed you off in the wrong way, and many more. you wanted to rip his guts out along with his cocky smirk, condescending voice, and dark gaze whenever he would make fun of you or judge literally anything you'd do.

lee know hated you because you were too pretty. you were too golden — everyone treated you like a princess and he hated it, he didn't think you deserved it. not that he was jealous or anything, he just believed you weren't worth all the effort and love the members gave you and assumed you were spoiled. your screaming matches were not uncommon in the dorms and lee know would always leave you stressed and pissed off to the point where you wanted to move out and he loved pushing you to that edge.

which is the exact reason you didn't know why he was pounding into you so good on the living room couch, your begs, moans, and mewls filling the silence of the dark, empty room.

"fuck," lee know cursed under his breath as he picked up his pace, you were clenching around his fat cock so good and after just a few thrusts, he was already so close to reaching his climax. "why are you so quiet now, hm? did the cat get your tongue?" he leaned in closer to put a soft kiss on your lips, prying them open and gently biting your tongue. "hm?" he pulled away.

it's that condescending 'hm' again that gets you. what used to irritate you so much turned you on right now even more.

"hngg...n.. pl- please..." you whimpered. "please, let me cum," you silently begged, voice being interrupted with each harsh thrust lee know pushed into you, you were getting closer and closer to cumming and you just wanted lee know to let you.

"oh, you're begging? that's so unexpected of a spoiled brat who always gets what they want." lee know abruptly pulled out and roughly grabbed your hair, pushing your head into the couch. "but you're not getting it tonight, understand?"

before you could form another response, another weak plead, a form had walked into the room and turned on the bright lights. "WOAAAAH, WHAT THE FUCK?!" bang chan screeched, you and lee know looked over to see him covering his eyes. "FOR GOD'S SAKE, PEOPLE, GET A ROOM." he sobbed and left the room in a rush. lee know chuckled a bit before getting off of you, zipping up, and walking back to his dorm.

"i guess we'll pick this up another time."

minnie.

you fucking hated kim seungmin. he was the bane of your existence and making fun of you was the entertainment of his. tripping you, judging your every major life decision and move, and overall making your life a living hell. today, you were at the dorm to rant to changbin about your recent breakup, and seungmin just had to be in the same room, making his coffee and listening on the conversation.

"you need to focus on yourself," changbin advised with a soft voice, gently rubbing your back as you gripped your hair in frustration. "i need to use the toilet real quick, be back." he left the room.

"what was it about you that's so unlovable?" seungmin suddenly inquired as he walked in the room leaning on the doorframe as he stirred his coffee. "is it because you're an asshole? or because you suck overall?... wait... oh, shittt." seungmin covered his mouth, standing up straight. "are you just straight up awful in bed?"

"dude, do you ever just shut the fuck up?" you slammed your hand on the table.

"if you ever need help to learn how to be better in bed, just know i'm right here to-"

"seungmin, i swear, leave the room right now before anything else happens. i'm not in the mood."

"y/n, no joke, i fuck." he placed his cup down on the table and sat in front of you, cross legged. "c'mon, what do you need help with?"

"it's not the sex-" you paused and started to think about it. "i...is it?" you tilted your head.

"come on," seungmin gestured for you to come to him, and subconsciously you found yourself doing so, crawling closer until you were in his lap. "what is it you need help with?" he repeated the earlier question, only this time he was softer, sweeter. unlike the seungmin you always knew.

you were nervous, so you just shook your head.

"use your words, baby." he whispered.

just as you were gonna respond to him, you felt his boner against yourself and you couldn't form a coherent thought. "i- i..." your voice was breathy and you tried to pry yourself off of him out of your anxiety, but his grip kept you in place. "i don't know..." you managed to say.

"can i kiss you?" he asked.

you nodded your head, and he gently connected your lips together in a silent bliss before deepening the kiss, he pulled away to mumble, "i'm gonna teach you a few things tonight." before smashing your lips back together. why is such an asshole so good at kissing? the whole situation turned you on to a point where you felt a little guilty, but you started slowly grinding on seungmin's hard-on, letting out small moans into his mouth.

"okay, y/n—" changbin walked into the room. "woah- woah," he rushed over and dragged you away from seungmin. "Y/N! I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR TWO MINUTES AND YOU ALREADY TRY TO HOOK UP WITH YOUR ENEMY?!"

i.nnie

you and i.n constantly fought for the position of best maknae and it went from a harmless fight for the love of your seniors to a personal vendetta against one another. you would bicker over the pettiest stuff like getting the last of the juice or who gets to use the tv remote, but each argument would last from hours to days or even weeks before you find a new thing to be petty about and fight over.

today, what you were fighting over was different. the topic went from "who was the better kisser?" to "who was the best at having sex?"

"why? i've had many people tell me that i 'rock their world.' it's equal pleasure for both parties when i'm there, they don't have to fake it just as i don't." you argued.

"so what? words are words." i.n nonchalantly shrugged and disregarded your argument. "i bet you i can fake cumming if i fucked you." he blurted out.

"really? wanna bet?" you smirked, taking a step toward him. you could see him nervously gulp his saliva.

and that's how you ended up in his bed, with you sitting down on his fully hard cock. "shit." i.n whimpered. "i- i didn't know a- a slut like you could be so tight..." he held back his groan.

"awh... are you gonna cum already? i thought you could fake it..." you taunted as you bounced once on his dick.

"w-wait!" i.n leaned forward and grabbed your hips in place, looking down in between you and how you connected. "j-just wait." he whispered. you looked into each other's eyes for a moment before he used his strength to pull you off of him, he flipped you over and pushed his dick back inside you. "i wanna fuck you."

"hey— that wasn't the deal, i was supposed to be the one who-" i.n put his hand over your mouth and began pounding into you relentlessly, you wanted to interject but it felt too good.

"just tap me twice if you don't like it." he whispered and kept his hand over your mouth before slipping three of his fingers inside and playing with your tongue and saliva. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the quiet room, i.n went faster and faster thrusting inside you. you whimpered against his fingers and he did his best to keep his moans quiet, only letting out occassional sighs and groans.

you could feel your high approaching and you could tell i.n was also reaching his with how his pace became inconsistent and a bit jittery. "sh...shit..." he whimpered as he came into you, and you were about to reach your climax as well when the door abruptly slammed open, causing i.n to stop his movement and you both snapped your heads toward the man standing in the frame — fucking seungmin.

"yo, hey, hEy, hEY, HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOiNG?!" his voice cracked as he processed the sight before him, pointing at the two of you i.n leaned over and grabbed a pillow next to your head.

"GET OUT!" he yelled, reaching for the sheets to cover you up.

"GET OFF OF EACH OTHER FIRST!" seungmin made no effort in covering his eyes (for his or your sake) or lowering his voice as he stared, wide-eyed at the sight.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

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창빈

seo changbin 𖹭 gn!reader

dating scb.

content: headcanons, eventual smut mdni, sucking him off, mention of pda, changbin courts you, me simping, kinda weird timeline i was too lazy to fix, not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's note: purely for self indulgence.

i have been so obsessed with him! he's my ult bias but he's just been hitting different lately, especially in the recent lollapalooza concert. his hair, his lines in the ATE album, omg, he's so hdjakskzkkwe!!!@;#&@*

the video of him with chaeryoung was sooo cute, it was so nice to see him being so chill in a different way, u get me? also chaeryoung was so cute and funny there 😭😭😭

he would be such an amazing best friend but at the same time such A GREAT BOYFRIEND!

imagine dating him? you'd literally got the best jackpot ever. he's literally the perfect boyfriend. he's so mature and such a charming, gentle, lovable soul!!!

he's known for always being the one people go to for comfort and advice and i just love that about him<33

he'd prioritize you sooo much! he's a kind man, but the type where he can distinguish romantic and platonic interactions. for some other people there isn't much of a line so you can't tell if they like you

to changbin, you're special asf.

if you're into pda: wrapping an arm around your waist, feeding you some of his chips or fries while you're using your phone/distracted, hand holding, visiting your workplace/last class, and such.

friendly bickers with him would be so funnn! i do not limit him as a sweetheart (even though he is) he is SOOO loud. i thought about this while watching the skz code where he and hyunjin debate on whether the egg or the chicken came first, or if the butt was one or two butts. idk why changbin argued it was two. a butt is clearly one and has 2 cheeks! hyunjin's argument when he compared a butt to an ear was actually valid — if a butt is two then, an ear would just as well be two because what they had in common was that a hole seperated them.

he always takes you out on dates! it's important to him to keep the romance alive. gym dates, amusement park dates (never on a rollercoaster), history museum dates, candlelit dinners, studio dates, picnic breakfasts, bed breakfasts! he also feels kind of like a little academic library date kind of guy. sidenote: taking pics of each otherrr!!!

also, 3racha wrote the lyrics of the song "I Like It" and changbin was very passionate while defending the definition of the lyrics againdt hyunjin and seungmin on spot-on. so it's a given that changbin is no stranger to the concept of romance regardless of his lack of experience (at least to our knowledge).

so it doesn't take long for changbin to realize that his feelings are all but platonic. the question is; what would he do about them?

well, personally, i think changbin is the type to pursue. he's a little shameless (in a good way): all of the members know about his feelings for you and he doesn't hide them!

he never pressures you at all. he makes sure you're comfortable before making any advances. of course you allow him to court you.

he does everything, gift giving (buys you anything he sees that reminds him of you), acts of service (he's such an acts of service man!!!), quality time (plsss), physical touch (PLSSSS!!!!), words of affirmation (OF COURSE HE WOULD). everything.

one time, you noticed he was slowing down and you wondered if he was getting tired of waiting, but when you visited him at the dorm you realized he was sick. (why didn't he tell you?) you stayed and you took care of him.

immediately, he was better the next day. (maybe you were a magic cure for him).

the next week, you visited him in the studio and he was really stressed about his recent project. you offered to distract him and he accepted it (if it was even possible).

what he didn't expect was for you to kiss him. why did you kiss him? everything he did for you was building up to the moment he could kiss you.

a kiss turned into a make out session, into you grinding on his lap, into you sucking him off so he could relieve some of the stress he was feeling.

his words were adamant on not letting you because he wanted to be able to make you cum first, but his body spoke otherwise as his hands gently met with the top of your head and his legs spread wider.

he let out small whimpers and sighs, trying his best to stay silent because he might do something embarrassing but you were so good and you took him so well. you were moaning louder than he was as his fat cock went deeper down your throat and he finally met his release.

he tried to pull your head off of him, but you insisted he came down your throat.

"fuck." he whispered. too tired to fight you as his balls emptied, he came wayyyy too much and it was taking a little too long until he was done cumming.

finally pulling his dick out with a soft pop, you stood up, kissed his cheek and left like nothing happened.

well, it's safe to say he was done courting you and you finally started dating after that.

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you don't need to have cute handwriting girl, Dostoevsky's manuscript drafts looked like this

left- draft of Demons. right- draft of The Brothers Karamazov

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hello! the k-zuzu library synopsis. 𖹭

call me zuzu.

updated !! as of april 14, 2025, 2:00 AM, i just returned from four month hiatus, i am 𝖺 20 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋-𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗂𝗇o who mainly takes she/her pronouns. i swear a moderate amount, i used to write smut and if any minors want to follow or interact, i highly encourage you to avoid interacting with any of my old explicit works. thanks! i want this blog to be accessible and respectful. but my other blog @zuzu-png consists of reblogs of my favorite works, some of which are 18+ but i might just turn that into my 18+ blog.

i am an enthusiastic person, so don't mind my many exclamation points and hearts<333

- me in july 2024

sadly i lost that whimsy and enthusiasm

i am a ravenclaw, a pisces, a theater student, and a self-taught digital/traditional artist and writer! i wake up everyday and choose to be better and improve myself and my skills. i am always open to receiving constructive criticism but i hope people will be nice about it.

I will call any readers/audiences of mine "boss" or "ssob." just trying something here.

i am a certified kpop and anime enthusiast<333 [anime masterlist and k-pop masterlist] and i do take any requests! things i won't write: incest, kidnapping/stockholm syndrome, yandere, noncon/rape, bodily fluids other than cum/period blood/spit, somnophilia, necrophilia, omegaverse/hybrid/vampire/demon au's, member x member.

i might consider some if it's for the plot and not any weird kinks or fetishes! nonetheless, i have the right to reject your request if i don't want to. in other cases, i do read some like hybrid au's but sometimes i just can't write them.

writing journey 𖹭

i've been writing since i was around 12, mostly from oc's and random ideas that come to mind — some of my earliest works were titled "unidentity," "outlaw," "say hello," "sidetracked," and "operation."

i joined tumblr around 2022 but i've decided to take my blog more seriously in 2024. my goal is to reach a wider audience and share my art/works with as many people as possible. what opened me up to this was the group ateez. any help in achieving my goal would be greatly appreciated :D comments, reblogs, and requests are always welcome and open! and i am not opposted to making moots with other fellow writers or maybe even readers. i love it when people express their interest and want me/trust me to write out their fantasy.

my writing style consists mostly of intentionally lowercase works and my personal commentary in parenthesis. idk if i should stick for past tense or present tense writing so i do both, i.e "she said" or "she says" (but never in the same work!)

i mostly work on my phone for both writing and drawing but use a laptop/computer from time to time.

i don't know how any of you take it when i use korean or japanese words/slang/phrases/honorifics (i.e "ya, mingi-oppa!" or "hello, oikawa-san~") in my works so i will try my best to avoid it. for clarity, i have been studying korean for a few years and i dropped my japanese course a last year.

misce. 𖹭

my ult k-groups are: ateez, stray kids, tomorrow x together, and seventeen.

my biases are: jungkook (first ULT), jongho (ULT), changbin (ULT), taehyun, hueningkai, hongjoong, i.n, san, minghao, vernon, hoshi, and jay but i will always be ot8, ot5, ot7, and ot13

for anime, i love hq, jjk, sxf, my forever love will always be my bananamin.

k-ZUZU MOODBOARD 𖹭

zuzu's note: that's pretty much it! i will update this from time to time<33 thanks for reading!

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Hiiii can you do idol changbin x idol reader and the reader is uncomfortable that male idols are hitting on you while seated

장빈 s.CB

seo changbin 𖹭 gn!idol!reader

sos.

synopsis: changbin defends and comforts you when he noticed that you are uncomfortable at an award show bc stranger idols are flirting with you.

content: fluff, comfort, reader is uncomfy bc of men, not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's note: hello, anon! thank you so much for being my first request !!! and it is also my bias fufufufu i am so happy that i decided to write it immediately. i wasn't entirely sure what you were looking for specifically, so i wrote for a gn!reader at an award show, and i hope you like my interpretation!<33

you and changbin have been in a content and joyous relationship for several months, with both your companies approving of your romance. despite this approval, your overzealous managers keep a constant watch over your interactions, leaving little room for privacy. this evening, you're both at an awards ceremony, but your seating has been arranged such that your groups are seated at tables apart from one another.

you and changbin would occasionally steal glances from across the room, exchanging subtle smiles and a few texts. as the hours pass, you and your respective group members become absorbed in your duties and you forget about changbin as he did you. (at least, for the evening). suddenly, however, an unexpected whisper breaks your focus when a male idol with tanned skin and soft black hair from the table next to yours leans over and murmurs in your ear.

"the show is pretty dull, isn't it?" he inquired, noticing you fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, clearly uninterested in the performers on stage. surprised, you turned to look at him, puzzled by his remark.

"hm? oh, yeah. i completely agree..." you responded without much enthusiasm, your energy levels currently low with how long the event is lasting. however, you didn't want to appear impolite, especially with the ever-present cameras lurking nearby, ready to capture every interaction. despite not being familiar with this man or his group, you couldn't help but consider the potential consequences if his fans caught wind of any perceived disrespect from you.

the boy's determination to engage in small talk continued despite your increasing irritation. with an air of arrogance, he mentioned, "my name is qz. my group wasn't even planning on attending tonight." a sense of superiority seemed to linger in his voice, as if his relatively lesser-known group had more important matters to attend to.

a stifled laugh escaped your lips as you averted your gaze to your group members, seeking a distraction from the awkward exchange. despite your attempts to downplay the tension, qz remained unfazed like the man he was.

"may i ask for your name? or can i just call you sexy~?" it takes every fiber in your body not to physically cringe at his poor attempt to flirt and you so generously offer him a pity giggle, but before you could reject him kindly, before you could even formulate a response to him, another guy abruptly joined the conversation. this young man, sporting pale skin, towering height, and golden hair, scooted his chair closer to both you and qz, interjecting himself into the conversation.

"what are you chatting about~?" the second guy inquired, eagerly joining the conversation. you strained not to let out a frustrated sigh, finding this interaction to be more agonizing than enduring the tedious award ceremony itself. "hi, y/n~! you're so talented!" the blond-haired man continued, lavishing you with compliments that didn't align with your current mood.

you muster a polite smile and nod, expressing your gratitude. however, as you look over at your group members, desperately hoping for a rescue from this awkward interaction, they remain oblivious, engrossed in the performance and the male idol on stage taking his shirt off, eliciting screams from the audience. frustrated, you glance back at changbin from afar, only to see that his attention is elsewhere as well. left with no choice, you let out a defeated sigh and resign yourself to endure the situation, hoping that it would end soon.

"ah, so it's y/n? i see... what a beautiful name." qz mumbles.

the blond member exclaims, hitting qz's shoulder lightly. "seriously, you don't know y/n?! i've told you about them several times!" qz raises his hands, surrendering playfully. he then turned to look at you, assuming a mock guilty expression as you sipped your water, pretending to be uninterested.

"so, y/n, are you dating anyone?" he asks abruptly, you look at him, almost spitting your drink.

"excuse me?!" you exclaimed, a mix of shock and offense in your voice. however, you tried to remain professional, placing your glass down gently. "no! no one..." you attempted to deny it, but the defensiveness in your tone betrayed your words. instead of buying your denial, the two boys chuckled and high-fived each other, causing you to look at them with raised eyebrows.

"so, who's the lucky person?" the blond-haired man inquired, a smirk playing on his lips. frustration welled up inside you, but you forced a laugh and shook your head, refusing to engage further.

"i told you, there's no one!" you reiterated with a strained smile on your face, trying to politely end the unwanted conversation. however, the blond and qz remained undeterred, persistently refusing to take the hint and continue to intrude into your personal life.

"come on, y/n, don't be like that..." qz places his hand on your shoulder, and that was the last straw for you. frustrated and ready to speak your mind, you firmly pull away from his touch. just as you are about to give him a piece of your mind, a hand suddenly obscures your view of him. changbin, your one and only, appeared before you, his hand aggressively ruffling qz's messy black hair. relieved, you look up as changbin stepped in, diffusing the tension and giving you a sense of comfort.

changbin forced a cheerful tone as he addressed qz, masking the anger beneath. "hey man, it's been ages! can we chat outside for a sec?" he then turned to the blond, addressing him as well. "i'd also love to catch up with you, dani. mind if we step outside for a moment?"

"hm? okay." qz takes a brief glance at you before shifting his focus back to changbin, who then wraps his arms around the two boys and he lifts them up from their chairs, squeezing them with a bit too much strength for comfort. the three men proceed towards the door, leaving you behind at the table, attempting to regain some semblance of normalcy from the uncomfortable, and quite frankly, scary situation that happened just now.

as time passes, you can't help but feel a little anxious at the fact that changbin hasn't come back yet, and so you decide to check on the boys outside. you excuse yourself from your fellow members and as you peak your head through the door, you see the three of them and they are distracted in conversation. you decide to stay hidden and eavesdrop on them.

changbin scolds the two boys sternly, his voice firm and calm. "you guys really need to learn some manners. the way you behaved back there was downright unprofessional... when you're unfiltered, that's when you slip up. had i been unfiltered, i would've knocked some sense into you by now." he pauses for a deep breath before continuing, a scolding finger pointed at them. "y/n is a very special friend to me, and it bugged me seeing the way you treated them. imagine how they felt when you kept pushing despite their clear signals!"

"yes, changbin-hyung... we're sorry..." they would repeat with every scolding word that came out of his mouth.

changbin had an air of wisdom and charisma about him that captured people's attention and made them want to listen to what he had to say. whether he was scolding someone, offering advice, sharing his thoughts, or simply carrying himself, he always possessed a natural ability to command respect and authority in any given situation. people were naturally drawn to his presence, often viewing him as a reliable source of knowledge and insight.

your chest fills with warmth and you can't resist the smile that creeps on your lips at the words that come out of his mouth. you are also glad that he didn't reveal your relationship while he was at it. (although partially, you hoped he did so he could give those boys a little more shame! he was letting them off too easy.) you just let out a sigh of relief at how fast easy the situation de-escalated when changbin handles it.

as soom as the two boys are dismissed, they rush past the door and don't even notice you — you enter the empty corridor and see changbin leaning against the wall. once he catches a glimpse of you, he gives you his full attention and approaches you, his hands carefully treading at your elbows. "hey! are you alright? what happened?" you just smiled and leaned up to kiss him.

"thank you for being so hot." you say, arms around his neck and he just looks away blushing — he purses his lips, trying to contain his flattered smile but it doesn't do anything.

"what's with you~" he whines as he holds your waist and kisses your cheek. "we should go back out before anyone notices any monkey business." he says and you nod curtly. "wait, are you sure you're alright?" he asks once more.

"yes, i was a bit uncomfortable but it's fine now." he nods and gives you a reassuring smile, rubbing your back. "thank you so much, again... i missed you all night, you know?" you whisper.

"i missed you, too, baby..." he says softly and captures your lips in a tender kiss. "let's go back now? i'll be sure to treat you to something nice when we finally get out of here."

"deal."