#T.O.P Scenario

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⊹ Tangled in The Past⊹ | Choi Seung-Hyun

⊹ Pairing: Choi Seung-Hyun x Reader

⊹ Warnings: toxic relationships, emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, jealousy, possessiveness, implied infidelity, and strong language

i don't know, just pure smut with little plotline...

⊹ Summary: a glamorous ballroom becomes the battleground for unresolved emotions when you cross paths with your ex, Seung-Hyun. What begins as a night of celebration spirals into a heated confrontation, reigniting old wounds, passion, and a dangerous game of control neither of you are ready to surrender.

⊹ Authors note: no words... Kind of breathless...

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The ballroom shimmered in golden hues, chandeliers casting reflections across the glossy floor as laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. It was the perfect setting for a celebration, but for you, it had turned into something entirely different—a battlefield.

You hadn’t even been paying attention at first, too busy dancing with someone new, enjoying the moment, letting yourself forget. His hand had been warm on your waist, his laughter light in your ear, and for the first time in a long while, you felt at ease.

But then, a ripple of laughter from a nearby table had caught your ear. And then his voice—smooth, confident, just like always.

“She’s probably here hoping to find someone new. You know how desperate she gets.”

Your fingers had tightened around your partner’s hand, your stomach twisting. The words shouldn’t have mattered. They shouldn’t have burrowed under your skin the way they did. But hearing them from Seung-Hyun, spoken so casually, as if you weren’t even worth the effort of being discreet? That had sent a sharp sting of betrayal through your chest.

So now, you stood in front of him, the taste of bitterness still fresh on your tongue.

“Are you serious right now?” Seung-Hyun’s voice was low, sharp, barely audible over the ambient jazz playing in the background.

You turned on your heel, nostrils flaring. “Oh, I don’t know, Seung-Hyun. Am I? Or am I just reacting like a normal person who doesn’t appreciate her ex making a joke at her expense?”

“It was a joke,” he exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his dark hair. His tuxedo was crisp, his tie slightly loosened from the night’s revelry, and yet he stood rigidly before you. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“You called me desperate.”

A flicker of something passed over his expression—guilt, maybe. Regret. But he masked it as quickly as it appeared, sighing. “I was joking, and you know it. You always take things too seriously.”

You let out a dry laugh, one that held no amusement. “Right. I’m always the problem.”

“You’re making a scene,” he muttered, shifting his gaze to the nearby guests who had begun stealing glances your way.

“And you made a joke about me at my expense in front of all these people,” you shot back, stepping closer. “So, forgive me if I don’t particularly care about appearances right now.”

His jaw tightened, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed whatever words he wanted to say next.

You should’ve walked away then. Should’ve let it go. But emotions swirled inside you, tangled with memories, old wounds that hadn’t quite healed, and the lingering sting of his words.

So instead, you lifted your hand and flipped him off.

Seung-Hyun’s brows lifted in disbelief, mouth parting slightly. “You’re—”

But you didn’t stay to listen. Turning sharply, you stormed past the curious onlookers, your dress swishing around your legs as you made a beeline for the hotel reception desk.

“I need a key to my room,” you demanded, voice still shaking slightly with residual anger.

The receptionist, a young woman with a polite but slightly startled expression, quickly began typing into the system. “May I have your name?”

You rattled it off, tapping your fingers against the counter as you felt Seung-Hyun’s presence approach from behind.

“Running away, as always,” he murmured, his voice softer this time, but still carrying that infuriating edge.

You turned just enough to glare at him. “And you’re following me, as always.”

A humorless chuckle escaped his lips. “You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to act like you don’t still—”

“Don’t.” You cut him off, shaking your head. “Don’t you dare stand there and act like you don’t know exactly why I left.”

“You left because you thought I didn’t care,” he said, his voice rough with frustration. “Because I was too busy with my career, too caught up in appearances to give you what you wanted.”

You clenched your jaw, the hurt flashing in your eyes before you quickly masked it. “No, I left because I realized I was never going to be enough for you. You always had to be admired, always had to be the center of attention, even if it meant putting me down to do it.”

His face fell, just slightly. “That’s not true.”

You let out a sharp exhale, shaking your head. “It is. Tonight just proved it again.”

The receptionist cleared her throat, extending the key card to you. “Here you go, Miss.”

You grabbed it, offering a small, tight-lipped smile before turning to leave. But as you brushed past Seung-Hyun, his fingers barely ghosted over your wrist, a touch so fleeting you almost questioned if it had happened at all.

“You’re still running,” he said, barely above a whisper.

You hesitated for only a second before pulling away completely, stepping into the elevator without looking back.

You pressed the card against the little scanner and it clicked, letting you know that it unlocked. Carefully, you pushed it open and placed the card in a slot to turn on the lights. When the room lit up, you were met with a surprise. It was already filled with belongings.

The bed was still made but on it rested a hoodie. The desk had a laptop still open with a art documentary up and a half-drunken bottle of wine. On the bedside table rested a pair of glasses, a phone charger and two notebooks.

This room was already occupied. The lady at the front desk must have messed up.

You wandered over the closet and saw it filled with a couple different suits, dressing shirts, a paid of jeans and a shirt.

You were so caught up that you missed the sound of the door opening and footsteps echoing in.

“What are you doing in my room?”

A low, deeply known voice made you jumped and you whipped your head around.

Seung-Hyun.

Your pulse hammered against your skin as he closed the door and looked at you with those piercing eyes.

“I asked you a question,” he began, “What are you doing in my room?”

His tone glimmered with confusion but also aggravation.

“The..The lady at the front desk,” you barely managed to get your words out. “She..She must have given me the spare key card to your room by mistake.”

He scoffed and shook his head, walking further into the room as if you weren’t event there. “And you decided to snoop?”

“I’m not... I wasn’t —“

“Then why is your hands still on my suit?” He slapped the laptop on his desk closed and turned around to face you, waiting for an answer.

You looked to see your hands clawing onto his suit for dear life. Shit.

“I didn’t realize you were going to be here tonight.” You changed the subject. Why are you still talking to him?

“I'm the main investor in this place, you should have understood that,” He chuckled. “Why did you come, though? You could’ve stayed at home.”

“I wanted to get out and be away from shit for a while.” You stated, giving any remourse in your tone. “Am I not allowed to do that?” You rased an eyebrow.

“I don’t own you, Y/N. You’re not mine anymore.”

You felt a lump growing in your throat and you swallowed it down. You didn’t want to cry in front of him. “Good, at least that is established.” You coughed awkwardly and ran your hands down the front of your dress as you began to walk away.

“Oh yeah, you established that very well when you danced with that man.” You heard him bitterly remark under his breath.

You turned on your heel and narrowed your eyes at him, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He simply said. Oh, you heard him well.

You looked him in the eye, “His name is Jae-eon, and I had lots and lots of fun dancing with him, thank you so much for asking.”

He didn’t looked impressed, instead you watched his jaw tick as he stretched his fingers by his side, as if he was itching to touch something. “Are you two a thing then, hum?”

“You have no right to ask that.” You shot back. “Last time I checked, my life is none of your concern.”

“And what does that mean?” He scoffed angrily.

“It means,” you stepped further into the room till you stood opposite him. “I have every right to do whatever the hell I want with him without your permission or judgement.”

“Is that so?” He took a step forward.

“Yes, so maybe I was going to go back to his room, maybe I was going to let him bend my pretty ass over his bead and fuck me rough. “ Your voice became stern. Cold. “Maybe I was going to moan his name all night and beg him to fuck me harder. Maybe he could fuck me better than you.”

“So what? You are throwing yourself at people now?”

Anger bubbled in your veins.

“I’m not throwing myself at people. And you have no right to even say that when you went and ran to Jun-hee for some quick fucking as soon as we were done! What are you now? Her new little fuck toy?” You let that slip out before you even registered what you just said. Oh shit.

He laughed a cold laugh, “Me and Jun-hee? Please, she’s just been sticking to my side to gain more attention. I barely event let her touch me.”

“Well, you don’t seem to object. I guess you must like that little doll.”

“I guess you must like trying to make me jealous whoring around with another man—“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence as you stormed right up to him and slapped him across the face.

“Don’t ever speak to me like that, you motherfucker.” You gritted through your teeth.

He gazed down at you, eyes blazing with a fierce storm you hadn’t had seen before. It was heated and merciless.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” He warned it a deep, low voice.

You went to slap him again, “Fuck you—“ but your sentence wasn’t finished and your hand never met his skin as he grabbed your wrist and pinned you against the closed door, harsly.

“Do that again. I dare you.” He warned in low, menacing tone. You couldn’t even speak due to the shock. “Go on. Do it.” No words could from in your throat. “Lost for words, baby?”

His smug tone made your blood boil.

“Fuck you.” You spat. “You’re a fucking motherfucker and I fucking hate you.”

“Don’t worry,” he gripped you thigh under your dress, “The feeling is mutual.”

Slowly, he trailed his hand up your thigh, his warm hands moulding into your soft skin. Not once did he looked away from your eyes, his hand climbing higher and higher under your dress. You didn’t want to give in and kept your eyes on him, refusing to show him the torment he was putting you through.

When his hand cupped you, over the thin material of your underwear, you couldn’t help but let out the faintest of gasps.

He ran a finger across your covered slit, feeling the wetness soaking through. You hated that he turned you on so much, especially now with his eyes scorching into yours with such a merciless lust, you couldn’t control yourself.

His fingers began swirling your clit, working with the material of my underwear in a sweet friction. You kept looking into his eyes, refusing to show any reaction, when in reality your insides were burning. This was a fight, a mental one, and you weren’t going to lose.

You tried your best to keep your breath steady, fighting the temptation to gasp and moan, when his fingers slipped inside your underwear and worked your clit in the slowest of pleasurable circles. Don’t moan. Whatever you do, don’t moan.

You could see the smirk in his eyes as he continued playing with you, swirling your clit now with his thumb, applying the gentlest of pressures to tease you. Make you beg for more.

A finger of his parted the slick skin guarding your entrance and slowly eased inside of you.

With his finger inside you, curling and thrusting, his thumb rubbing your clit, every part of your body burned and screamed in heaven.

He leaned down so that his lips grazed your ear, “Don’t moan, baby.” He taunted. “Don’t give into me.” He smiled against your skin. He knew what he was doing.

“You like it, don’t you? You like how my finger can fuck you and drive you insane?”

Don’t moan. Don’t moan. Don’t give in.

“Want me to add another?”

As soon as second finger entered you, everything in you shattered.

“Fuck—“ you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as his fingers fucked you.

“There it is.” He smirked. His thumb worked faster as his fingers picked up a pace, thrusthing in and out, curling to hit all the spots they needed to. “You going to say my name for me too?”

“I— fucking—hate you.” You gritted through your teeth between breaths.

“But you pussy seems to love me. You are so wet, it that all for me?” He trust his fingers faster, rolling and rubbing your clit, applying even more pressure.

“Fuck you — ah!” You felt yourself climbing higher and higher to your climax. Just as you felt yourseld about to let go, he painfully removed his fingers, and you were left whimpering in the most painful ache.

“You think you’ve got such a smart mouth.” He gripped your chin, so you looked up at him. “Get on your knees.”

You practically fell to your knees as he let go with your legs still wobbling. You brushed your hair out of your face, redness climbing up your cheeks as he unbuckled and removed his belt, let his pants drop to the floor and pulled out his hard and throbbing erection from his boxers. Wetness leaked from the tip, and it was practically pulsing with need.

He gripped you by your hair and guided your mouth to his cock. You sucked on the tip, swirling your tongue around the slit, sucking up the pre-cum.

“You make me so fucking hard.” He groaned and tightened his grip on your hair. You took him further in your mouth, as much as you could to suck from base to tip. So hard that you hollowed your cheeks and his cock came out of your lips with a popping sound.

You gazed up at him through lashes, innocently widening your eyes as you sucked and circled your tongue around the tip.

He closed his eyes and let out a depper groan.

“You’re so hard.” You teased, licking him from the base to the tip, “Is that all for me?”

You grinned, mimicking him, taking his cock in your mouth as far as you could and started bobbing, lapping your tongue around the tip every time you came back up.

His chest heaved up and down as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, keeping a tight grip on your hair. He began to thrust his hips up and guided your head to go faster. You gagged and tried to keep up with the pace of his thrusting, almost gasping for air as he fucked your mouth.

“Look at the pretty girl with her pretty lips around my cock.” He groaned. “It that enough for you? You want me to fuck your mouth harder?”

He started thrusting in and out harshly, bruising your lips with the most erotic movements you had ever seen.

He thrust harder, fucking your mouth remorselessly, battering your throat. Fuck, this is so hot. One hand gripping your hair, the other holding the side of your face as his hips worked fast and hard.

“You want another man to fuck your pretty mouth like this?” He mused, groaning as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly. You gagged and tears spilled down your cheeks as he stuffed his mouth with his cock. You reached down to play with yourself, rubbing your clit through your underwear as hard as you could as the ache between your legs got too much to bear.

You could feel the pulsing of his climax start to rumble with every groan that echoed through the room. Abruptly, he yanked himself out from your mouth, his erection standing tall, coated in your gleaming saliva.

He looked down at you and watched you touch yourself, still on your knees, gasping and whimpering in desperation. Without a warning, he grabbed you chin and forced you up to your feet, grabbing your wrist, losing contact with yourself and replaced it with his.

“It this what you want?” He whispered darkly. “You want this?” He pushed your underwear to the side and started to roll your clit between his fingers. “Words, baby, or I’m leaving.”

“Yes—“ you gasped. “Oh god, yes.”

He hoisted you up and slammed you up against the wall. And then, out of nowhere, your underwear was ripped from your skin. Ripped.

You have never seen this part of Seung-Hyun. You were used to a little bit rougher sex, but not like this.

He got down on his knees, licking you from slit to the clit, toying his tongue between the slick skin dripping with your arousal before he met your clit and began flicking it. The warmth of his wet tongue made you curse him even more and throw your head back.

“Fuck, Tabi.” You moaned, not being able to hold yourself back.

“You like that?” He murmured against you. “Tabi? Not Seung-Hyun, not Motherfucker?”

He looked up to stare you in the eyes whilst his tongue continuously flicked your clit.

“Fuck.” You cried. It was so good. Too good.

Suddenly, he stood back up, leaving you with a feeling of loss. Your legs wobbled so badly that you thought you were about to fall over any second. His hands connected with the back of your dress and ripped it down. And now every part of you was exposed to him.

His fingers thrust into you, and your legs almost gave out. He pushed you down onto the bed and spread your legs even further, getting a better view to watch his fingers fuck you as he stood over you.

“So tight.” He slowed his pace and continued working them in and out. “Tell me a secret, baby. Do you want me?”

“Seung-Hyun!” You cried as he began to curl his fingers, thrusting them in and out in slow, deep strokes.

“Ah, and we are back to formal names.” He mused. “I don’t hear the right words, baby.”

“Ye—yes.” You pleaded.

He smiled to himself and removed his fingers from you, bringing them to his mouth and sucking all the traces of you off. He brought them up to your lips, and commanded, “Suck.”

And you did. Shamelessly.

He trailed his fingers down your neck, to your breasts, tweaking the hard pebbles of your nipples. “I would kiss them.” He whispered,” But you are making a mess, aren’t you?”

He grabbed you by your hair at the nape of your neck, so your head was tilted back.

When his lips hovered over  yours, he ordered, “Get on your hands and knees.”

You completely froze as those words slipped his lips in the utmost dominance. And he didn’t like your pause. “Now.” He demanded ruthlessly.

You scrambled onto the bed and got into the position he asked you to.

He removed the rest of his clothing and then walked around the bed till he stood by his desk, looking at you.

“What..—What are you doing?” You whimpered, aching so badly for a release, you suppressed your embarrassment at being in such a vulnerable position.

He was so far away and seemed to be admiring the position you were in for him. During your relationship, he never made you so vulnerable. You were the one biting.

He wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it.

“Beg.”

The word made you still. Beg.

“I—“

“Beg.” He cut me off. Beg. Never in your relationship he asked you to beg. Especially not for sex.

“I—I don’t know how.”

He chuckled darkly to himself, still working his hand up and down his pulsing cock. “Figure it out. You are a big girl.”

“Tabi..” You pleaded. “Please.”

“Not good enough. You want me to fuck you? Beg.”

Your blood boiled. “You want to see me begging? Go to hell. I won’t tell you how burning it feels, how I miss your cock inside me, ripping me apart. So fucking ba—“ He lifted up on finger to pause you and walked over.

He was only an inch from you and a hard smack landed on your ass cheek.

“A feisty tongue of yours will get you into trouble one day, but you are lucky I love you.” He pushed a hand down your back to arch it even more. “Only good girls get to cum. Are you a good girl?”

“Yes.” You whimpered.

“Say it.” He commanded.

“I’m a good girl.”

“Are you mine good girl?” He hummed and ran his cock along your wetness, teasing you so much, you ached even more.

“I’m yours.”

“I can’t hear you, princess.”

“I’m yours.” He pushed the tip into your wetness.

“You sure about that?” He asked, pushing his cock inside of you, deeper. “You sure that you only mine good girl? Only I can make you feel this way?”

“Yes.” You nodded furiously. “I’m only yours, Tabi.”

You moaned as his thick girth stretched you out, pressing against your walls.

“Correct.” He whispered, slowly kissing up your back. “You are being such a good girl taking all of my cock. I’m so proud of you, princess.”

He slowly began thrusting in and out, making your body shake with pleasure.

“Ah, Tabi!” You cried.

His hips rolled against your ass, gridding so his cock started hitting deeper, pressing all the right spots. Every part of your body was on fire, burning in complete pleasure and heaven as he pounded into you.

“Good god, fuck.” You gasped. The sounds of wet skin slapping echoed around the room as he buried himself inside of you, the hardness of him stretching you to accommodate for him.

Your arms barely hold yourself up and gave out. Your cheek rested against the soft sheets with your ass high in the air.

“Please...” You begged desperately, your eyes clouding from the glaze of threatening to spill down your cheeks.

He wrapped his hand around your stomach and pulled you up, your back pressed against his front and your head falling down onto his shoulder.

“So needy.” He kissed up your neck, biting and sucking the skin. His hands found your breasts and massaged them, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“Seung-Hyun!” You sobbed, tears falling down your cheeks. “It’s too.. It’s too much.”

“Oh princess.” He chuckled against your skin. “Is my pretty girl complaining?”

“No—”

“You created this, you pushed me over my limits. Why don’t you cherish it a little more?” He groaned and grinded against you harder, thrusting deeper. He was right. You did create this.

He raised his thumb up to your lips.

“Suck.” He commanded. You opened your mouth, and he pressed his fingers against the pad of your tongue. Gently, he moved them in and out. You hollowed your cheeks to such it hard and felt his grunts turn harsher.

He removed his thumb and brought it down to play with your clit. The sensation of his cock pounding deep inside of you matched with his biting across your neck.

“I’m—I’m close.”

“Hold it.” He commanded.

“I can’t—Please, Tabi, please let me cum.” You begged, hot tears falling down your cheeks. It was too much, you felt like you were going to die.

His thrusts got sloppier, letting me know that he was close too. “Look at you, princess.”

He whispered, “Look at you now. Begging for me to let you cum. Such a good girl for me.”

Your body was shaking as you tried to hold your climax. “Please!”

“Cum for me.”

As soon as he whispered that, you let go and the wave of intense pleasure crashed over you, drowning you in complete ecstasy. Every noise faded out into a ringing sound and every light in the room exploded into a burning ball of brightness.

You clenched him as your orgasm burst through you and his grunts got heavier. He came, his warm cum coating your walls, causing you to let out more whimpers.

“So good.” He whispered. “You were so good for me.”

“Tabi...” You began to sob when he reached out to you, turning you around and bringing you into his arms.

“I know, baby.” He whispered into your hair and kisses your forehead. “It’s all going to be okay. Just promise me, that no matter what, you will always be my princess.”

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Covenant

Choi Seunghyun x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: Your 'honeymoon' is off to a crazy start and the first full day comes to an interesting end after a successful day out as newlyweds. Warnings: SMUT! Mutual masturbation. Angst but some fluff too if you squint. A/N: Idk where this story is going, so I'm along for the ride like the rest of you. Follow me for updates! Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future updates and thank you for reading! This in no way shape or form represents Seunghyun as a person, it's a fictional story. PART 1

Seunghyun sneaks out of the bedroom, attempting to not disturb your restful slumber. He’s on his way outside to make a phone call when the light catches your face from the open curtain across the room. You look ethereal in the moonlight, enough for him to almost want to apologize for snapping at you earlier.

Almost.

He sighs as he notices the blanket half on your body and half on the floor, he quietly tip toes over to place the blanket on your shoulders, completely unaware that you’re still awake. He places a ghost like kiss to the top of your head before heading out. Your breath catches and you only find the will to breathe again once the door latches behind him.

He hits the call button on the name “Hae”. He waits for it to ring, the ocean offering a white noise background.

“Hey, jagi,” he smiles into the phone.

“Hey, baby,” her voice is seductive. It makes Seunghyun bite his lip, “Get to the resort ok?”

“Yeah, we got settled ok.”

“Where’s your wifey,” she mocks the word with disdain and venom.

“On the couch.” His voice is casual.

“I don’t see why you needed to do this,” she pouts.

“I told you, management said a marriage was the best option for building my image up again,” he sighs as he rubs his temple.

“You could’ve married me,” she sighs. Seunghyun has to stop himself from laughing. Hae was fun and great for a release, but he didn’t see her as a girlfriend, let alone a wife.

“Y/n wasn’t in the public eye and lets be honest, she looks more,” he pauses trying not to piss her off, “Conservative,” is the only word that comes to mind. He peeks at you from the window, your body slowly moving up and down.

“I miss you,” she whines in the phone.

“I miss you too, but I’ll be home soon,” he smiles.

“Wanna have some fun?” he can hear the smirk in her voice.

“Always,” he smiles as he makes his way inside. You hear him tip toe back to the bedroom and before long, the quiet house is filled with muffled moans and whimpers that are straight up erotic. You find yourself squeezing your thighs together at the sound of his voice. A quiet whimper escapes you at the torture of your senses. You shift on the couch trying to ignore it. Pictures flood your mind of what he must look like, his cock tight in hand, his head titled backward and mouth partially agape. His stomach muscles contracting as he nears his finish. You shake your head trying to remove the image.

You huff knowing now you won’t be able to sleep. You look at the clock on the wall.

5:45 am

You toss the blanket to the back of the couch and decide to get an early start to the day. You make yourself a small breakfast all the while hearing your husband’s sex noises on the other side of the door. You bite your lip trying not to imagine, once again, how good he must look. Seunghyun might not be the nicest guy you’d ever met, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t good looking. You sit at the counter ready to eat when the door opens again. You force your face forward.

Seunghyun stops in his tracks when he see’s your awake. His face goes red but he composes himself as he walks into the kitchen.

“What no breakfast for me?” He eyes you.

“Too tired to make your own?” Your smirk and his jaw ticks.

“You were listening?”

“Hard not to when you’re so damn loud,” you take a forceful bite of your eggs.

“I woke you?” he asks. You shrug at his question and walk past him to place your plate in the sink. You go back to the bedroom and change into your bathing suit.

“Where are you going?” He calls out. You walk back out and point towards the back door.

“To the beach?” you more so ask like it isn’t obvious. You walk past him to grab a towel from the bathroom.

“Seriously, no breakfast? You’re my wife now.” You chuckle darkly at his words.

“Only in public,” you put up a finger with a smug smirk.

“So, make your own breakfast,” you grab the towel and your phone and head down to the beach to watch the sunrise. You get settled on the sand when the phone rings.

Jiyong’s name pops up and you smile.

“Hello?” you answer.

“Hey, I hope I didn’t wake you?” the waves roll in and crash against the sand.

“No, I couldn’t hardly sleep last night.” Jiyong’s stomach twists at your words.

“Wow, had you up all night, huh?” you can hear the tease in his voice.

“Uh, yeah something like that,” you bite your lip. You hear him chuckle.

“Well as long as he’s treating you well.” You don’t respond, rather you watch the sunrise. The silence that stretches between you is comfortable.

“Listen I won’t keep you from him, but I just wanted to call and be sure everything was good. He was supposed to text me last night just to let me know you both made it out there ok, but I guess he was just too busy.” Jiyong sighs. The frustration and lack of sleep pile up and you have to bite your tongue to keep form spilling everything. Part of the deal was that no one could know. But at the same time, didn’t he have someone who knew?

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You’re lying in the chair, the sun bright and warm on your skin with your eyes closed when you notice a shadow come over you. It’s your husband.

“You’re blocking my sun,” you sigh.

“We need to go out today, be seen in public." You sigh in response.

“I don’t want to go out today. I want to stay here and relax before the greatest shit show of the century is performed.” You look up at him over the rim of your sunglasses.

“We have to at least go out to dinner, and we can’t be separated this long. We have to play it up whenever we’re out.”

“Seunghyun it’s a private beach, we’re fine,” you wave him off as you settle back into your chair.

“Y/n, I’m serious. Where you go, I need to go. Where I go, you need to go.” His voice is stern.

“Fine,” you smirk to yourself.

“I’m getting in the ocean.” You swing your legs to the other side of the chair and strut past him, your hips swaying back and forth.

“I’m not dressed for,” Seunghyun trails off, but it’s too late.

“Not my problem,” you shout out as your legs slowly sink into the water. He huffs walking back to your room to change. You float along the water, carefully stepping as to not get stung by a jellyfish. When Seunghyun comes back out he scans the water and his heart races against his ribs.

He can’t find you.

“Y/n,” he calls out trying to sound calm.

“This isn’t funny!” He says as he runs to the water, still not seeing you. You hear call your name, and while you know it’s not productive, at least it’s entertaining. You can’t help but giggle as you hide behind a rock.

“Y/n!” his voice is now frantic, and you can’t help the loud laughter coming from deep in your belly.

“Are you fucking serious? You had me worried!” he shouts as he takes a breath, eyes studying your movements.

“Oh relax, it was just a,” before anymore words can come out, a wave crashes against the rocks taking you under water and causing you to bump your head.

“Y/N!” he yells as he dives underwater quickly coming to your rescue. He pulls your body to him and swims back to shore. Your body is laid on the sand so he can perform CPR.

“Come on, don’t you dare die on me.” He murmurs as he pumps your chest. Nothing.

“Come on, y/n,” he says as he does it again. He breathes air into your mouth, the first time his lips are on yours in private is so he can literally save your life. He continues for another minute, until you suddenly choke up water and gasp for air.

“What the,” you look around, seeing the sun shinning just behind his head. Seunghyun has a mix of relief and obvious anger on his face.

“That’s what you get for acting stupid,” he says before he gets up and leaves you in the sand for a moment.

You take a moment to steady yourself before standing up and following after him. He heads back into the airbnb running his hand through his hair. The rest of the day you both are out together, acting like nothing happened. Cameras flash constantly with fans wanting pictures and videos of the two of you acting like sweet newlyweds.

He takes you to a romantic dinner, where there are paparazzi set up by his media team. The two of you are out of ear shot as they aren’t allowed in the restaurant.

“Thanks for saving me this morning,” you glance up at him from the menu. His brows raise.

“Can’t help my image if you’re dead,” he smiles at you for the camera but his voice is filled with frustration.

“Why didn’t you just marry your little fling back home,” your voice comes out irritated despite the happy looking smile. That grabs his attention.

“None of your fucking business, dear,” his smile is wicked as he caresses your hand.

“Don’t mention her again, or I will stop this whole thing.”

“You need me,” you try to retort.

“Not that fucking bad,” he growls.

“And you know you need the money, so play by my rules or don’t play at all.” His gaze is intense, intimidating.

“Your sister wouldn’t fair well if the bills stopped getting paid.” Your breath catches and you sigh setting down your menu.

“Where are you going,” he asks looking you up and down. He had to admit your dress hugs all the right places.

“To the bathroom. Just order me whatever,” you wave him off as you walk to the back. Seunghyun shrugs, despite the overwhelming feeling of guilt for the way he just snapped.

You shut the door behind you, taking a deep breath as tears once again brim your eyes. This is something you’ve become used to, the emotions becoming over whelming and the frustration Seunghyun causes within you. You take out your phone and hover over Jiyong’s name. You have half a mind to call him, after all he always made you feel calm if you could just hear his voice, and right now you need a friend. But your better judgment races in and forces you to put the phone away.

You check yourself in the mirror taking a few deep breaths.

Your life really is turning into a freaking Wattpad story.

-

Back at the house, the air between you is awkward, the two of you put on the show for the camera’s but once out of sight, things went back to normal. Awkward silences and all. You decide you need a relaxing bath after such a long day and you can see Seunghyun trying to undo his tie, but his fingers just can’t seem to get it.

“Here,” you mumble as you walk toward him. He looks at you through the mirror and raises a brow. You look back at him, motioning for him to turn. He isn’t much taller than you, just four, maybe five, inches. You can feel his eyes on your face as your fingers move to undo the knot in his tie. It unravels easily, and you slowly slide it off, your eyes coming up to meet his. His face is unreadable.

“There,” you say as you had him the garment. You walk over to ‘your side’ of the bed, the one you’ve yet to actually sleep in and you attempt to undo the zipper of your dress. Seunghyun watches as you struggle for a moment, his carnal inhibitions out the window, when he walks over and places a hand on your hip, steadying you and the other hand goes to the zipper.

You freeze at the contact, he’s rarely ever touched you, let alone like this. You both still for a moment as the sound of the zipper stops and you both look at each other in the full-length mirror.

“There,” he whispers in your ear before walking out of the room. Your hip burns where he touched, it’d been so long since you’d been touched. Being in a relationship like this made dating almost impossible.

What if you were seen you out with someone else? What if it got leaked? No, dating was out of the question, which meant that sex was too.

You walk into the bathroom, locking the door. The dress pools in the floor and you step out of the puddle. You run the bath, not caring about anything but yourself at this moment. Slowly your hands roam your own body, sensations taking over that you haven’t felt in months. You bite your lip as you sink down into the warm water. You know Seunghyun’s out there, but if he could tease you with his sounds, you’d do the same. If he was allowed to have some fun, so could you.

Your hands continue exploring your chest, your head thrown back as the sensitivity of your body is at an all time high. Images of Seunghyun listening just across the door flood your mind and it makes your arousal pool even more.

You bite your lip as your hand dips into the water between your legs, slowly rubbing circles over your nub. You gasp at the sensation and shut your eyes, a loud moan accidently escaping.

Seunghyun is in the living room when he realizes his phone needs to charge. He’s in the bedroom plugging it up, when he hears it, a sound that makes his knees weak from the bathroom on the other side of the door next to the bed.

He freezes as he continues to listen to the moaning and whimpering that come out of the room. He feels his pulse skyrocket and his flesh heat up.

Who knew you could sound so beautiful?

As you continue your exploration thoughts of Seunghyun from last night flash into your mind, how his face might have contorted to how it would feel to actually feel him. You tease yourself a little at the thought.

“Fuck,” you shout a little louder than you mean to, but at this moment you don’t care.

Seunghyun’s pants are growing increasingly tight, he can’t help but palm himself to the sounds you’re making. He shutters and decides he can do one of two things.

He can leave the room entirely, or get off with you. He chooses the latter. He sneaks his hand in his pants and slowly grasps himself, a sharp hiss elicits from his mouth. His pants come all the way off with his boxers allowing him to spring free he lays on the bed, listening to the whining and moaning that’s up ticking in volume.

He strokes himself imaging you with those stupid doe eyes you give him that he secretly knows he loves. That grin you give him when you feel smug about a situation, like earlier this morning on the beach, the way you looked at him as if he was the only man on the planet sometimes when the two of you are out together.

That’s when you hear it, Seunghyun’s own sounds are coming from the bedroom. Your eyes snap open and your head snaps to the door.

Oh no. He’s heard you.

Your face heats up as his noises are getting louder, and despite the embarrassment, you realize he’s getting off to you, and you continue. It’s not long before you reach your high and you’re panting. He’s right behind you, his high coming in waves as it spills onto his stomach. The two of you take a moment to come back to reality. You wash yourself off in the tub while Seunghyun cleans himself up and puts on a pair of grey sweatpants and no shirt. You step out of the bathroom, trying to act like nothing happened.

He isn’t in there and you breathe a sigh of relief. He’s in the kitchen and you can hear him rustling around. You keep to yourself, changing into an oversized t shirt and shorts. You slowly make your way out to the couch, and you both accidently make eye contact.

Your face flushes with embarrassment as you sit down on the couch, turning on the tv. You try to ignore the holes you feel burning into the back of your head. He stops whatever it is that he’s doing and heads into the bedroom. You hear the door slam shut and the lock click.

Seunghyun’s face is in his hands. What in the world just happened. He tried to distract himself from the impending feeling guilt and shame, but it wouldn’t work forever. He sits on the bed, knowing that if he asks you to stay in the room tonight, it’s going to lead to something neither of you can come back from. So instead, he turns out the light and tries to get some sleep.

*This is my original work, please do not repost*

Tags: @breakmeoff @ilovethe141

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IT WAS A SCHOOL TRIP - p2

Summary: Mina and seunghyun meet unexpectedly during a school trip and form a special connection that changes everything.

pairing: choi seunghyun x reader 

genre: romance - 2000s

warnings: fluff! (this is my first time writing for him, English isn’t my native language T - T)

note: [please if u saw any weird stuff just lmk]

PT2

The sun was beginning to set as Mina and T.O.P stepped out of the supermarket, blending back into the crowd of students making their way to their respective buses. The air smelled of gasoline and fried snacks from a nearby food stall, but Mina’s mind was still stuck on the bizarre yet amusing encounter she had just had with him.  

“See you around, secret agent,” T.O.P had teased before heading to his bus, leaving Mina standing there with a lingering smile.  

As soon as she climbed onto her own bus, her friends bombarded her with questions.  

“Where were you?”  

“Did you get snacks?”  

“Wait… why do you look like you’re blushing?”  

Mina waved them off, trying to focus on her seat by the window. She wasn’t blushing. Not really. Right?  

The journey continued, but an hour into the trip, the teachers made an announcement:  

**“The trip is longer than expected, and to make sure everyone is well-rested, we’ll be stopping at a hotel for the night.”**  

Excited whispers filled the bus. A hotel meant freedom—at least for a few hours.  

By the time they arrived, the sky was painted in hues of deep blue and violet. The hotel wasn’t fancy, but it was decent enough, with a cozy lobby and warm lighting. Mina shared a room with two of her classmates, who were already planning what to do before curfew.  

“You wanna come with us? We’re thinking of checking out the convenience store next door,” one of them asked.  

Mina thought about it but shook her head. “Nah, I think I just want to walk around for a bit.”  

She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but something about the quiet evening air called to her. She slipped on a hoodie, grabbed her phone, and snuck out of the hotel, her steps light against the pavement. She had no particular destination—just the thrill of being somewhere unfamiliar.  

That’s when she spotted the small, dimly lit restaurant across the street. It wasn’t anything fancy—just a cozy, family-owned place with a few tables inside. Her stomach rumbled slightly. Maybe she could grab a quick bite before heading back.  

She pushed open the glass door, and the little bell above it chimed. The warm scent of sizzling food hit her instantly. She was just about to look for a seat when—  

“Are you following me?”  

That deep, familiar voice.  

Mina turned her head and saw him—T.O.P—sitting alone at a table near the window. He had a half-finished plate of food in front of him and a cup of soda he was lazily swirling with his straw.  

Her heart skipped a beat.  

“You wish,” she said, rolling her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips.  

T.O.P grinned, kicking the chair across from him lightly. “Well, since fate keeps throwing us together, might as well sit.”  

Mina hesitated for a second before sliding into the seat.  

“What are you even doing here alone?” she asked.  

He shrugged. “I don’t like crowded hotel rooms. And I figured I’d get some decent food before they trap us with cafeteria meals tomorrow.”  

She laughed. “Smart move.”  

They ordered a few dishes to share, and as they ate, their conversation flowed naturally. They talked about school, music, the most embarrassing things they had done in class. Mina found out that despite his laid-back and cool demeanor, T.O.P was actually hilariously awkward at times—especially when he talked about getting caught sleeping through an exam once.  

The restaurant was nearly empty by the time they realized how late it was. The only sound left was the soft hum of an old radio playing some ballad in the background.  

Mina leaned back in her chair, sipping the last of her drink. “You know, this is kind of weird.”  

“What is?” T.O.P asked, tilting his head.  

“That we just met today… but it doesn’t feel like it.”  

He studied her for a moment before a small, almost secretive smile played on his lips.  

“Maybe we were meant to meet,” he said casually, but there was something in his voice—something deeper.  

Mina felt her face grow warm, and she quickly looked away, pretending to check her phone.  

“We should probably head back before the teachers catch us,” she mumbled.  

T.O.P chuckled but stood up, grabbing his jacket. “Yeah, wouldn’t want to get detention before the trip even starts.”  

As they walked back to the hotel, the air between them felt different—warmer, charged with something unspoken. Their steps slowed as they reached the entrance, neither of them really wanting to say goodnight just yet.  

Mina hesitated before finally looking up at him. “Thanks… for earlier. At the supermarket.”  

He gave her a lazy smirk. “Anytime.”  

And just as she turned to leave, she felt a gentle tug on her hoodie sleeve.  

“Hey.”  

She turned back, and for the first time, his usual teasing expression softened.  

“I hope we run into each other again tomorrow,” he said, his voice quieter.  

Mina felt her heart flutter, but instead of answering, she simply smiled—because something told her that they would.

tysm for supporting my first ff >_<

[multidol]

REACCIÓN ★ BIGBANG

Por primera vez se van de viaje contigo, su pareja.

❥ Advertencias: Ninguna.

❥ Pedido: Si.

English Version ‧ masterlist

CHOI SEUNGHYUN (T.O.P)

Estaba completamente centrado en disfrutar en todos los sentidos, haciendo actividades que ambos apreciaran y, en su caso, le brindaran tranquilidad. Elegiría sitios que despertaran el interés de los dos, incluyendo, inevitablemente, algunos restaurantes y bodegas en la lista. Su objetivo era distanciarse del trabajo y de las interacciones forzadas, deseando simplemente compartir momentos de calidad contigo.

KWON JIYONG (G-Dragon)

Por dentro, sería como un niño entusiasmado y feliz, realmente emocionado por la idea. Sonreiría cada vez que recordara que viajaría contigo, centrado más en el tiempo que compartirían juntos que en las actividades que podrían hacer.

DONG YOUNGBAE (TaeYang)

YoungBae estaría tranquilo y contento, dejando entrever de vez en cuando las expectativas que tenía sobre el viaje. Para él, sería una oportunidad clave para fortalecer la relación y descubrir cómo se desenvolverían juntos, lejos de su zona de confort. Confiaba en que disfrutarían la experiencia, pero también lo veía como una prueba importante para determinar hacia dónde se encaminaba su relación.

KANG DAESUNG

Definitivamente estaba feliz, completamente emocionado de que te sintieras tan a gusto con la relación como para aceptar su propuesta de viajar juntos. Le entusiasmaba la alejarse de la fama y la atención, siendo simplemente ustedes, disfrutando el momento y fortaleciendo aún más su vínculo.

[multidoluv]

REACTION ★ BIGBANG

For the first time, they’re traveling with you, their partner.

❥ Warnings: None.

❥ Request: Yes.

spanish version ‧ masterlist

CHOI SEUNGHYUN (T.O.P)

He was entirely focused on enjoying the experience in every way, choosing activities that you both appreciated and, in his case, brought him peace. He would pick places that sparked both your interests, inevitably including a few restaurants and wineries on the list. His goal was to step away from work and forced interactions, simply wanting to share quality moments with you.

KWON JIYONG (G-Dragon)

On the inside, he’d be like an excited and happy child, truly thrilled by the idea. He would smile every time he remembered that he’d be traveling with you, focusing more on the time you’d spend together than on the activities you could do.

DONG YOUNGBAE (TaeYang)

YoungBae would be calm and happy, occasionally letting slip the expectations he had for the trip. To him, it would be a key opportunity to strengthen your relationship and see how you’d navigate being together outside your comfort zones. He was confident you’d enjoy the experience, but he also saw it as an important test to determine where your relationship was headed.

KANG DAESUNG

He was definitely happy, completely thrilled that you felt comfortable enough in the relationship to accept his proposal to travel together. The idea of escaping fame and attention excited him—just the two of you, enjoying the moment and strengthening your bond even more.

[multidol-masterlist]

→ Por primera vez se van de viaje contigo, su pareja.

© multidol • PROHIBIDA la traducción, copia o publicación (incluso con créditos) de mis trabajos.

[aizshallnotbefound]

Zenny's Masterlist━━━☆

REQUESTS : closed !

(I ONLY do social media au currently so feel free to request a scenario !!)

Currently writing for Bigbang only <3 ( GD , TOP , D-LITE)

G-DRAGON / KWON JIYONG

1 - 𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶 — 𝘨-𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 ! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ~ 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 2𝘕𝘌1 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨

2 - 𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶 — 𝘨-𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 ! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 spectulations about rumoured relationship

3 - 𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶 — 𝘨-𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 ! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ~ 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 2𝘕𝘌1 and having an after party dinner with bigbang and getting caught being cozy with jiyong

4 - 𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶 — 𝘨-𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 ! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ~ 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 2𝘕𝘌1 and having a photoshoot with vogue

5 - 𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶 — 𝘨-𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 ! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ~ 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 2𝘕𝘌1 and having a pool party with bigbang

6 - your love is my favourite song - pt 1 Your love is my favourite song - pt 2 collab post with @mashtatosworld

7 - butterfly masterlist - collab smau mini series with @makeitworse

˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི

T.O.P / CHOI SEUNGHYUN

1 - 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯

˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི

D-LITE / DAESUNG

1 - 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘴��𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 2 - 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵

˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི

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[breakmeoffrecs]

SQUID GAME RECS

🔥 spicy scenes / 💖 fluffy scenes / 😔 angsty scenes / 🎈 funny scenes

Thanos (Tease & Tonic series, T.O.P/Thanos series) 🔥🔥💖😔- @nerdydoll-com

Salesman (Cumpounding Interest) 🔥🔥💖😔- @i-mushi

Thanos Series & One-Shots 🔥💖😔- @luvfae

Thanos 💖🔥😔- @wcnderlnds

Salesman (Your Girl series) 🔥🔥💖😔- @dyingswanpavlova

Salesman (A Promise, fake dating series) 💖😔🎈- @sowhatwereyousaying

Subong/Thanos 🔥💖😔- @jedisupernova

Thanos series and headcanon🔥💖😔 - @loveesiren

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Subong & Namgyu 🔥💖😔- @makeitworse

Dae-Ho, Thanos, Salesman, etc (many series/one-shots) 🔥💖😔- @meadowfics

Thanos 🔥💖- @elleandstufff

Dae-ho, Thanos, Namgyu 🔥😔 - @gds-daisy

In-Ho, Salesman, Thanos (1)😔🔥💖 - @frost-queen

Thanos, Salesman, Jun-Ho, In-Ho, Dae-ho (masterlists) - 🔥💖😔@burningembers91

Thanos, Dae-Ho 💖🔥😔- @sillylilsquid

In-Ho 🔥💖😔- @leia-writes

Salesman series 😔🔥💖- @starryschemer

Thanos/In-Ho/Jun-Ho One Shot🔥💖😔 - @starryschemer

Jun-Ho & In-Ho💖🔥😔 - @insidekatmind

Salesman, Thanos, Dae-Ho (includes headcanons) 🔥💖😔- @fear-is-truth

Namgyu 🔥💖😔- @namsgyu

Salesman, In-Ho, Jun-Ho 🔥🔥💖😔- @moonlitsmile

Thanos Masterlist 🔥💖- @topluvr

Thanos (FRIENDS story, long)🔥💖😔- @lexalith

Thanos, Salesman, Dae-Ho, In-Ho, etc 💖🔥😔- @lovemepartly

Salesman & In-Ho Masterlists 🔥💖😔 - @greengoblinswifey

Thanos, Salesman, In-Ho, Dae-Ho & Drabbles🔥💖😔- @voxslays

Subong/Thanos Stories 💖😔- @flymetothexmoon

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Thanos Stories 🔥💖😔- @peachycocaine

Thanos & Dae-ho Smut 🔥💖- @bangchanwifey

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[midnight--sadness]

oh. okay i think what korean media was saying is what i had in mind, but i am so bad at reading tones online 😅 i thought it was a positive thing t.o.p was getting another chance instead of being shunned away, especially if a bigname actor like jj recommended him. like he's not giving the role to an ungrateful nepokid, just to someone who's struggling. but apparently the korean media hated it?? 

omg... okay yeah i think i fell for a rumor i'm sorry for touting false claims as facts no matter how cute i thought it was 😭 

because like. damn seunghyun didn't even do anything wrong and korean media pointing fingers at him like he's the devil himself. can you imagine hating someone like him? a hamster? *insert photo of hamster with big boba eyes and pink bow*

anyways. thank you director hwang for being so kind towards him! ❤️ we can make a scenario where seunghyun calls jj and tells him about the role he got 🥺

don't worry, anon! this happens to me all the time too, especially with foreign media!

korean media is pretty weird, in my opinion, about t.o.p honestly. i don't know, they treat him like the devil when he just made a mistake years ago.

everything i've seen of him, he seems like such a genuinely sweet guy!! 🥹💞 and yes omg director hwang did such a good job with casting bc he was great as thanos!!

in my head, jj and seunghyun still talk! idc if that's delusional! that's his kid 🫶

[satzumosupremacy]

Might be off topic from smuts and all, but can you recommend me some songs of the older generation? I want to explore how much has changed.

I don’t know what genre you like so..

D-Lite (Daesung of Bigbang)- Anymore (Japanese song) *it’s better if you see his live performance*

Taeyang- Wedding Dress is such a classic

Taeyang- Only look at me (don’t read the lyrics first, do it after hearing it, you’ll be surprised)

Zion T- Yanghwa Bridge (if you like rnb)

Nu’est- Hello

Bobby- Raise your guard and bounce, YGGR (smtm3)

Got7- Fly

TVXQ- Mirotic

BTOB- Pray

MOBB (Mino & Bobby duo)- Full House

Mino- Fiancé

Day6- Love Me Or Leave Me

G-Dragon- Bullshit

T.O.P- Doom Dada

Epik High- Born Hater, Rosario, Acceptance Speech

Baekhyun- Bambi

Lee Hong Gi- Still Love You

EXO- Love Shot

Sik K- Rendezvous

f(x)- 4 Walls

Bigbang- Lies, Haru Haru (any song honesty)

Zico- Bermuda Triangle

IKON- Love Scenario

Davichi- This Love

Swings- Villian

Dynamic Duo- Aeao (after 9 years, it blows up on TikTok lol)

[cosmic-kinglet]

*long sigh* Y'all can thank @m0th-h for this little sort-of T.O.P. scenario based on his idea of Dark Sun brainwashing/controlling Eclipse...

(Continue below the cut if you're interested in reading the full scenario.)

So, it's still been rattling around in my brain (thanks a lot, while I'm trying to write nice stuff...), and I was thinking about the greater details. I wouldn't make it Eclipse's wires being messed with. I imagine Titan would have taken note of everyone's wiring so that nothing like what happened to Solar would happen to anyone else. He would just see the wiring was wrong and make an opportunity to fix it.

But, if Dark Sun has his own Star, he could alter memories and plant new ones. That's most likely what he would do. So, now I've thought about the possibility that, every now and then, Eclipse would have some moment of clarity. Like, he would just be doing whatever he had been sent out to do, and then he would just stop like,

"Wait...This...this doesn't feel right. Something's wrong...This feels wrong! Why does this feel wrong?!" More clarity would come. "This IS wrong! Isn't it?!"

Then, Dark Sun would come up from behind and be like, "I see what's happened. Being around all of these people...it's made you confused." He would hold out his Star. "It's okay. I can remind you of what's true. Just look, and remember the truth."

After a minute of looking into the Star, having the false memories strengthened again, Eclipse would calm down. "Right. Right, of course. Thank you, sir."

Dark Sun would lightly lift the bottom of Eclipse's faceplate. "I'll always be happy to remind you of the truth, and to ease your mind when your thoughts became tangled. Now, get back to your work."

Eclipse would give a bow, as a servant would give to their lord, then go back to completing his orders.

[bettelaboure]

⊹Looking for your hat, cowboy?⊹ | Choi Seung-Hyun

⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ Pairing: Choi Seung-Hyun x Reader ⊹ Summary: a confident, provocative dancer and a closed-off, brooding idol clash backstage and onstage in a slow-burn, tension-fueled romance that spirals from teasing games to raw emotional confession. ⊹ Warnings: explicit sexual content, rough language, secret relationship dynamics, emotional manipulation (in teasing), voyeuristic elements, public exposure risks, and workplace power tension ⊹ Author's note: good luck, have fun 🤍

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You joined BigBang at twenty-two, all hips, attitude, and glitter. Not that you cared much for the fame. You loved the music. The beat. The way your body felt like a live wire when you danced. You loved the thrill of performing, the rush of being watched. Of knowing they were looking. Especially him.

Choi Seung-Hyun.

He didn’t look the way you'd expected. Not when you first met. He wasn't loud, or flashy, or hungry for attention like the rest of them. He looked carved from shadow and smoke, all angular lines and quiet storms. Dark brows and darker eyes. His voice was low, rich as whiskey, and twice as dangerous.

He didn’t like you.

That was fine. You didn’t like him either.

You were the dancer. The one who wore ripped tights and heels, who smirked during interviews and rolled your eyes at rehearsals. The one who could swing her hips and make the world forget its name. You pushed buttons. Smiled sweet and jabbed hard. Especially at Seung-Hyun.

Because he never flinched.

Until he did.

The studio was dim, bathed in golden lamplight and the low buzz of electricity. Rain lashed the windows, the city beyond hazy and soft. Seung-Hyun sat hunched over his notebook, long fingers cradling a pen like it was a weapon. You slipped in behind him, a shadow of perfume and humidity, your ponytail still damp from rehearsal.

"You're sulking again," you said, the words gliding from your mouth like silk dipped in acid.

He didn’t look up. Didn’t even twitch.

You crossed the room with that slow, deliberate sway of your hips, hips that had commanded stages in Seoul and Shanghai and London. You slid into the seat beside him, your legs folding with grace and defiance, one bare knee brushing his thigh. He was all wrapped up in his lyrics, jaw tight, bottom lip bitten raw with focus. You leaned in just a little, close enough that your breath warmed the shell of his ear.

"You know," you said, voice pitched low, "you'd be hot if you smiled more."

He stopped writing. The pause was subtle, but you felt it.

A flicker.

The edge of something that hadn’t quite sharpened yet.

Then, without looking, he said, "And you'd be tolerable if you talked less."

Your head tilted. A smirk tugged at your lips.

"Wow. Was that an insult, Choi? I’m proud of you."

"Wasn't trying to impress you," he replied, tone dry, though his pen moved again. You noticed the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. How his hand tightened just slightly around the pen.

"You should."

This time, he did glance at you. Just a flick of those obsidian eyes, but it was enough. Your breath caught, for half a second. Then you laughed, light and careless.

He didn't laugh.

He never did.

But something shifted between you.

A hum. A tension, like the air before thunder.

It kept building. Slow and brutal, like the pull of a riptide. You kept finding ways to poke at him, to press where it hurt—or thrilled. Like the time during tour in Osaka, when you strutted into the green room in your shortest silver skirt, your thighs gleaming under the fluorescents. You leaned over the snack table just a little too far, feigning interest in a banana, and glanced over your shoulder to catch him staring.

He looked away immediately. Choked slightly on his water.

Victory.

You sat beside him after, close enough to brush arms. He kept his gaze on the floor, headphones in, jaw working like he was chewing through everything he wanted to say.

"See something you liked, oppa?"

His eyes flicked up. That same heat. Controlled. Bottled.

"I see a lot of things I don't comment on. Doesn't mean I didn't notice."

You blinked.

That was new.

You tilted your head, studying him. "Learning to play my game?"

He leaned in, slowly. Not quite touching, but close enough that you felt the gravity between you. "No. Just rewriting the rules."

You didn't have a comeback for that. Not right away.

But it shifted for real that night in Tokyo.

The building was nearly empty. Rain pattered on the rooftop, a soft, endless drumming that made everything feel heavier. You were dancing alone in the practice room, lit only by the glow of the city filtering through the foggy glass. The mirrors caught your silhouette—fluid, powerful, and unapologetic.

He watched you from the couch for a while, silent. You weren’t even sure when he’d walked in. You just caught his reflection, shadowed and still, in the mirror behind you.

"Do you ever stop performing?" he asked finally.

You turned, slightly out of breath, skin flushed and glistening.

"Do you ever start?"

The question hung there. Then he stood, walking towards you slowly, like he was testing the ground beneath his feet. Your body tensed instinctively. Not in fear. In anticipation.

He stopped a foot away.

"You wear your skin like armor," he said, almost a whisper.

You stared at him, pulse thudding. "And you wear yours like a coffin."

His breath hitched.

Then he reached up. Brushed a damp strand of hair from your cheek, fingertips barely grazing your skin. But the touch landed deep, like a burn you wouldn’t feel until later.

"Learning how to bite back," he said.

Your lips parted. Heart hammering. His fingers hovered, then dropped.

You didn’t step back.

Neither did he.

That was the first real moment. Not a line. Not a game. Just two people, stripped to the edge of something they didn’t have words for yet.

The tension didn’t dissolve after that. It simmered. Shifted. Became more dangerous. He met your provocations with quiet confidence now, sometimes even that sly, devastating half-smile that did more damage than any comeback. You still wore your shorts, your skirts, your confidence like weapons—but now you caught him watching, letting you know he was watching.

And when he looked away, it wasn’t out of shame.

It was to let you wonder what he was thinking.

And God, you did.

The live performance for "Bang Bang Bang" was pure chaos—the kind of spectacle that lived in flashing lights, sweat-slick skin, and thunderous bass. You were in full regalia, black leather and fire-red accents. Seung-Hyun, though, stole the breath from your lungs the second he walked out in that cowboy outfit.

Boots. Tight black jeans. That ridiculous but somehow perfect hat perched atop his head. The jacket—a mix of denim and fringe—should’ve looked tacky. On him, it was lethal.

You stalked over after the number, still high off the adrenaline, your skin buzzing. Seung-Hyun had just peeled his gloves off when you plucked the cowboy hat right off his head and settled it onto your own, tilting it at a playful angle.

His eyes flicked up to you, half-annoyed, half-amused, but he didn’t protest—just watched, arms crossed over his chest, as you turned to Hyo-rin with that signature smirk.

“So, you know the rule, right?” you asked, voice dripping with mischief.

Hyo-rin, catching on immediately, tried to hold in her laugh, but her lips twitched. “What rule?”

You leaned in conspiratorially, fingers tapping the brim of the hat. “You wear the hat…” You paused, letting the silence stretch, watching Seung-Hyun out of the corner of your eye as he straightened slightly, a frown forming.

Then you dropped the bomb. “You ride the cowboy.”

Silence.

Seung-Hyun blinked. Once. Twice. Then he choked. His body went rigid like he’d just short-circuited, and his hand jerked up—too slow—to snatch the hat back.

You spun out of reach, laughing.

Hyo-rin completely lost it, practically wheezing with laughter. Seung-Hyun stood there, stunned and utterly betrayed, his ears turning crimson.

“That’s not a real rule,” he muttered, voice hoarse.

“Oh, but it is,” you teased, tipping the hat dramatically before finally handing it back. You walked past him, close enough for your shoulder to brush his. “And now that you know, well… be careful who you let wear it.”

He groaned, dragging his hands over his face, and you? You just basked in your victory, the echo of your laughter still hanging in the air as he stood there—flushed, rattled, and maybe just a little bit intrigued.

Another show ended in a frenzy of lights and applause, but even as the crowd roared and the confetti rained down, you felt his stare. It wasn’t the usual casual glance or tight-lipped smirk. It was direct. Controlled. Electric.

Seung-Hyun hadn’t said a word after the cowboy stunt. But you could feel the storm brewing.

You lingered near the back hallway, sipping from a water bottle and humming under your breath when you heard the purposeful click of boots. You turned, already smiling.

"Looking for your hat again, cowboy?" you teased.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he reached you in three long strides. Before you could blink, he bent and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, your body jolting with surprise.

“Seung-Hyun—what the—?!”

Your words punched out of you, breathless and half-laughing, your hands bracing against his strong back. The fringe of his jacket tickled your fingers, and you felt the taut ripple of muscle beneath it. His hold was unshakable, one arm locked around your thighs, the other steadying your hips like he’d done this a thousand times in his head.

“You think you’re funny?” he growled, voice low and close to your waist. “Running your mouth like that?”

“I know I’m funny,” you bit back, twisting slightly over his shoulder to glare at the back of his head. “What, can’t handle a little heat, cowboy?”

He didn’t answer.

Just let out a long, controlled breath and kept walking.

The sound of his boots echoed in the narrow hallway. The tension between you—hot and fraying—vibrated in every step. You weren’t laughing anymore. Not really. Because beneath the adrenaline, there was something heavier in your stomach. Anticipation. Want. A thrill of not knowing what he was going to do next.

He kicked the door to the empty dressing room open with his boot and stepped inside like a man with a mission. You barely had time to take in the room before he closed the door behind you with a hard click and locked it.

Then he set you down—slow, almost too gentle—and didn’t let go.

You straightened, brushing hair from your face, breath uneven. “So you manhandle all your bandmates, or am I just special?”

He stared at you for a beat too long. Then he stepped back, dragging a hand through his damp hair. Still in full costume—tight black jeans hugging every muscle, fringe jacket slipping off one shoulder, and the cowboy hat held loosely in his hand—he looked like a fever dream.

“I’m tired,” he said suddenly, voice rough, cracking through the air. “Tired of pretending this is all jokes. That I don’t feel it every damn time you push me.”

You blinked. “Feel what?”

His eyes snapped to yours. “You.”

He sat down heavily on the couch, elbows on his knees, running both hands down his face, then clutching the hat like it was anchoring him.

“I go home, and I replay it all. You walking past me in those skirts. The way you bite your lip when you think I’m not looking. The way you laugh like you know you’re pulling my strings.”

You swallowed hard, heat creeping up your throat.

“I didn’t play your game because I was afraid. I didn’t play because I knew—if I started—I wouldn’t stop. I can’t stop.”

He stood again. Slow. Like a force of nature reining himself in.

“I can’t keep pretending your teasing doesn’t wreck me. That I don’t want to tear that smug look off your face and kiss you until you forget your own name.”

He stepped in close, lifting the hat.

“Every time you wear this,” he said, voice dropping to a whisper, “I think about it.”

You raised an eyebrow, testing him. “About what?”

He gently—intimately—placed the hat on your head, tilting it just right. His knuckles brushed your cheek. You didn’t breathe.

His eyes locked with yours. “You said the rule was—‘you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.’”

Your smirk wavered.

He stepped back, slow, and sat on the couch with a heavy exhale. Legs spread. Shoulders relaxed, but his gaze never left yours.

“Then ride me,” he said.

The air left your lungs.

Your body reacted before your brain could catch up. You took one step forward. Then another. And then his hands were on your hips, pulling you to straddle him, and you were sinking into his lap, knees tight to his thighs.

There was a pause.

Just a heartbeat.

Both of you breathing the same air, eyes locked. And then—

He kissed you.

Hard.

There was no preamble. Just hunger. Tongue. Teeth. Four years of heat and silence and self-restraint burning down all at once.

Your fingers curled into his fringe jacket, pulling him closer, anchoring yourself to the weight of him beneath you. He groaned into your mouth, hands sliding up your back, possessive and sure. You arched into his touch, heat blooming in your stomach.

"You’re full of shit, you know that?" you gasped against his mouth.

"And you’re addicted to playing with fire," he growled, nipping at your lower lip.

You moaned when his mouth moved to your jaw, your neck, finding every sensitive spot with maddening precision. Your hips shifted forward, slow, deliberate. His grip tightened.

“Still playing it cool?” he murmured against your skin, voice wrecked.

“Not even a little,” you panted, nails raking through his hair.

He leaned back just far enough to look at you. “You gonna keep the hat on, or should I take it back now?”

You gave him a wicked smile. “Only if you can handle what comes next.”

He matched it. “Try me.”

Your hands moved first—sliding over his chest, unfastening the fringe jacket and pushing it off his shoulders. The fabric slithered down his arms, pooling behind him on the couch. You let your fingers explore the lines of muscle beneath his thin shirt, mapping him with touch. He watched you, heat simmering in his gaze, but didn't move to stop you.

His hands skimmed the curve of your thighs, fingers brushing the edge of your performance shorts. He pushed the fabric higher, thumbs tracing bare skin, drawing lazy circles that made your breath catch.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered, voice dark silk.

“I’m not scared,” you said, meeting his eyes.

“I didn’t say you were.” He smirked, and then leaned up to kiss you again—slower this time, more exploratory. Like he was savoring the shape of your mouth, the taste of your breath. Your bodies pressed closer, the friction building, your heartbeat slamming against your ribs.

You peeled off your top, your bare skin now flush against his, and the sensation made both of you shiver. His hands found your waist, guiding you gently, firmly, like he’d imagined this moment too many times to rush it. You leaned into him, kissing down his jaw, his neck, dragging your teeth lightly across his collarbone. His breath stuttered.

He tugged his own shirt off with one swift motion, and your hands ran over his chest, tracing the lines, the tension held in every inch of him. The air between you crackled as you rocked your hips slowly against his. You could feel him now—hard and ready beneath you—and your smirk returned.

“You gonna keep watching me like that,” you murmured, lips brushing his ear, “or are you gonna do something about it?”

His answer was a deep growl.

He gripped your hips and pulled you down against him, your thighs tightening around his waist as your movements synced—slow, purposeful, maddening. You kissed again, deeper, mouths opening, breath mingling, fingers digging into flesh. You undulated your hips in a rhythm that had both of you gasping.

When his hand slid between your bodies, under the waistband of your shorts, your body arched. His touch was skilled, unhurried. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You pressed your forehead against his. "You were really just waiting for me to crack, weren’t you?"

He smiled, just barely. "I wasn’t going to beg. But I damn sure wasn’t going to let anyone else have this."

The clothes came off in fragments. First your shorts, then his jeans. His mouth stayed on your skin the whole time, worshipping, claiming. When you finally sank down onto him, slow and full and breathtaking, both of you froze.

He held you there, still, his hands trembling against your waist.

“God,” he murmured. “You feel…”

You silenced him with a kiss.

And then you moved.

Slow at first—grinding, teasing—every shift drawing gasps and curses from his lips. You rode him like you danced: unapologetic, powerful, in full control—until he met you halfway, hips bucking, mouth clashing with yours in something raw and desperate.

Each thrust, each movement, was a conversation neither of you had dared to have until now. The friction between you was more than physical—it was years of longing, of silence, of stolen glances finally erupting.

His hands roamed your back, your thighs, your chest, unable to stop touching. You rocked harder, faster, both of you unraveling, the room echoing with breath and broken whispers.

And you—riding him in nothing but that hat and a wicked grin—felt like the whole world had narrowed to this.

Him. You. The heat. The fire.

And the end of the game.

You rolled your hips again, slower this time, watching the way his eyes fluttered shut, his head tipping back against the couch. A low moan escaped his throat, dark and throaty.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice broken. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You leaned down, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Good. Then die knowing it was worth it.”

He laughed—deep, breathless—and grabbed your ass, guiding you harder against him. Your bodies moved in tandem, heat rising between you like a storm cloud ready to split the sky.

“You love being on top of me, don’t you?” he growled, voice rough, each word pulled from his gut. “So cocky. So smug.”

You bit his bottom lip playfully before releasing it. “You love it,” you whispered. “You love that it’s me making you feel this way.”

He thrust up into you with force, his grip on your hips tightening. The sudden intensity ripped a gasp from your throat.

“I love that you’re finally mine,” he said, voice gravel and silk. “I love that no one else gets to see you like this. Hear you like this.”

You moaned as he buried his face in your neck, sucking at the soft skin just below your jaw. Your body trembled above him, nails dragging down his chest, hips grinding harder, deeper.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned. “You’ve been teasing me for years, walking around like a goddamn goddess. You wanted this.”

You nodded, breathless. “I still want it.”

“Then take it,” he snarled.

And you did.

Your pace quickened, driven by his words, his hands, his body. You rode him like the center of your universe had shifted beneath your thighs. The moans that spilled from you weren’t rehearsed or coy—they were real, raw, drawn from somewhere deep. He responded with broken sounds of his own, his fingers moving everywhere, gripping, sliding, exploring.

“Say my name again,” he whispered, staring up at you like you were the only thing he’d ever believed in.

You leaned down, your forehead pressed to his. “Seung-Hyun,” you gasped, hips bucking, your body tightening around him. “Seung-Hyun—”

He kissed you again, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist like a lifeline. The hat tilted on your head with each movement, your moans swallowed into his mouth as you neared the edge together.

“I’m not going to last,” he warned, voice rough. “Not like this. You feel too fucking good.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered. “Let go. With me.”

You moved faster, hips rolling in a rhythm that had both of you unraveling, your bodies a blur of heat and friction. The slick sound of skin on skin filled the room, mingled with breathless gasps and the creak of the couch beneath your desperate rhythm.

He held you tighter, kissed you harder, and when you came, it was with a cry—his name on your lips, body trembling, heart hammering. He followed with a groan that vibrated against your mouth, hips snapping up into yours one final time as he poured into you.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breath. Tangled limbs. Sweat-slicked skin. His arms around you, holding you like you might float away if he let go.

You collapsed against his chest, your face buried in his neck. He rested his cheek against the cowboy hat still on your head.

And then he laughed. A soft, amazed sound.

“Still think this was just a game?” he murmured.

You smiled, breath still shallow. “No. That was the prize.”

You don’t remember when your fingers started playing with the soft strands at the back of his neck, just that it felt natural. Gentle. Intimate in a way that felt almost too much, too soon.

But he didn’t pull away.

Seung-Hyun was still beneath you, chest rising and falling with the slow, steady pace of someone trying to come down from a high. His arms were wrapped around your waist, his skin sticky with sweat, but he made no move to let go.

You tilted your head slightly, letting your lips brush his collarbone. A soft kiss. A slow inhale.

He smelled like heat and leather and something uniquely him—rich and masculine, threaded with a note of sandalwood that clung to the edge of his skin.

You felt him shift under you slightly, his hand trailing lazily up your spine.

“You broke the hat,” he muttered into your hair.

You pulled back just enough to see him, the crumpled cowboy hat now hanging lopsidedly off your head. You reached up, flicked it back into place with a smirk. “Battle wounds.”

His gaze flicked up to yours, soft and unreadable. For a beat, neither of you said anything.

Then he sighed, slow and heavy.

“I wasn’t kidding,” he said. “I’m tired of the games.”

You studied him. The way his brows pulled together, the seriousness in his voice despite the way your body was still pressed intimately against his.

“I know.”

“You flirt. You push. You know exactly what to say to get under my skin,” he continued, brushing your hair away from your cheek with a featherlight touch. “And I let you. Because I wanted… this. But I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t mean anything.”

You blinked.

The words weren’t unexpected, not really. But they hit harder than you thought they would.

“And now that you’ve had me?” you teased, voice soft, but a little unsure. “What then?”

He reached up, gently pulled the hat off your head, setting it aside before resting his hand on the side of your face.

“I don’t want you just like this,” he said quietly. “I want all of you. When the lights are off. When the stage is quiet. When you’re not performing. I want the version of you who teases and the one who doesn’t. The one who’s strong, and the one who hides when no one’s looking.”

Your throat tightened.

“You’ve got me,” you whispered, almost like a confession. “Even when I’m being a bitch?”

He smirked, something warm sparking in his eyes. “Especially then.”

You laughed, resting your forehead against his. His hands slid down your back, grounding you to him, anchoring you in that fragile, real moment.

Outside the dressing room, you could hear the distant thump of footsteps, voices, the world starting to move again.

But neither of you moved to get up.

Eventually, you spoke again, voice softer this time. “So, are we still playing?”

Seung-Hyun looked at you, that familiar flicker of mischief now tempered with something deeper.

“No,” he said. “We’re done playing.”

Then he kissed you again—slower this time. No teasing. No edge. Just lips and breath and the taste of something new blooming between you.

Something real.

The next morning, it was all rehearsals, spotlights, and sharp-edged choreography.

You were back in your dancer mode—short shorts hugging your hips, crop top clinging to your skin, legs flexing with every kick and turn. The air in the rehearsal room was thick with sweat and music and the silent pressure to be perfect. Lights beamed down from above like stage fire, unforgiving and hot.

You moved like a weapon—controlled, deadly, and graceful. The beat of the track pounded in your chest like a second heartbeat. You didn't look at him.

But you felt him.

Seung-Hyun’s presence was a constant hum under your skin. Not glaring or obvious—he’d never be that. But in the way his gaze skimmed you when he thought no one noticed, in the way his foot tapped in time with your rhythm, in the sharpness of his jaw every time you rolled your hips just a little harder than necessary.

You hadn’t spoken since last night. Not properly. Just one last kiss—slow and silent, lips warm with something that felt suspiciously like affection—before he helped you dress. Then, a walk through the hallways, his hand resting low on your back like he owned that part of you now.

That tension, unspoken and buzzing, followed you both into the room.

During break, you collapsed on the floor with Hyo-rin, sweat dripping down your spine, legs still humming from the last routine.

“You good?” she asked, arching a brow. “You haven’t roasted Seung-Hyun once today. I’m worried.”

You shrugged, trying to sound casual. “Maybe I’m bored of watching him squirm.”

She gave you a pointed look. “You don’t look bored. You look like you had sex for twelve hours and can’t sit properly.”

You rolled your eyes, sipping water. “Don’t project.”

“Don’t deny it,” she fired back. “You’ve got that stupid, post-orgasm glow. And he—” she nodded toward where Seung-Hyun was silently talking to Jiyong, face flushed, shirt clinging to his torso “—looks like he’s trying to stay sane.”

Your eyes drifted despite yourself.

He glanced over, meeting your gaze for the first time today. And this time—he held it.

No flinch. No subtle glance away. Just steady, simmering eye contact.

Your breath hitched. You tilted your chin. Smirked slightly.

He didn’t smile back—but his eyes darkened, almost imperceptibly, and your stomach flipped.

“Jesus,” Hyo-rin muttered. “Just fuck in the equipment closet and spare us the foreplay.”

You grinned, but the heat in your belly was real.

After rehearsal, people scattered—some to shower, others to food or phone calls. You lingered near the vending machines under the pretense of choosing between water or soda.

You sensed him before you saw him.

Seung-Hyun appeared beside you like smoke, silent and solid, his body boxing you in with casual dominance. One hand pressed to the wall near your head. The other brushed lightly against your hip.

“You kept looking at me like you wanted to fuck me in front of everyone,” he said, low and dangerous.

Your lips curled, slow and deliberate. “I was just stretching. Can’t help it if my ass looks good doing it.”

His laugh was dark and quiet. “You really don’t know when to stop.”

“You like it when I don’t.”

He leaned in—his breath warm against your ear. “I like it better when you’re naked, dripping, and begging.”

You inhaled sharply.

Then he pulled back, just enough to meet your gaze. “My place. Twenty minutes. Unless you’re too sore to ride again.”

You grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him close enough to barely brush his lips with yours.

“Better hydrate, cowboy,” you whispered. “You’re gonna need your stamina.”

His hand dropped down to squeeze your ass—hard enough to sting. “I already want you again.”

You shivered, and for once, had no comeback.

He stepped back, all cool control, and walked away like he hadn’t just lit a match and left you burning.

You didn’t knock.

He’d left the door unlocked for you, and when you stepped inside his apartment, it smelled like warm spice and cologne. Dim lights pooled in corners. One small lamp was on, casting golden hues across leather and hardwood. It was quiet. Too quiet.

You kicked off your sneakers, padded inside, your body still humming with adrenaline from the studio—and from him.

He was standing in the kitchen, a glass of water in one hand, the same black shirt from earlier now slightly damp from his post-rehearsal shower. His hair was damp too, brushed back and curling slightly at the ends.

He didn’t say anything when he saw you.

Just set down the glass and crossed the space between you in five slow steps.

You were already unbuttoning your shorts.

His mouth caught yours before you could speak. Hot. Demanding. Fingers diving into your hair. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it upward. He helped pull it off, tossing it aside as you backed into the nearest wall.

His body pressed against yours. Hard. Familiar. Perfect.

“I thought about you all day,” he said against your mouth. “Bouncing on me. Fucking owning me.”

You moaned, letting your head fall back. “Tell me more.”

He grabbed your thighs and lifted you, just like that—effortless. You wrapped your legs around his waist and felt the heat of his cock already pressing through his jeans.

“No teasing tonight,” he growled. “No games.”

“Good,” you gasped. “Because I’m not in the mood to wait.”

He carried you to the bedroom, dropped you onto the bed with a grunt, and pulled your shorts down in one swift move. Your top followed. Then your panties.

“You’re so wet already,” he murmured, sinking between your thighs. His fingers stroked over your folds, spreading you open. “Were you this wet while dancing?”

You whimpered. “Thinking about you fucking me in front of everyone.”

He groaned—deep and hungry—and dipped his head. His mouth found you, slow at first, then greedy. Tongue curling. Sucking. Drawing out every sound you gave him.

You clawed at the sheets, hips rolling, voice breaking.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were glistening, and his eyes were dark as obsidian.

“I want to watch you ride me again,” he said, pulling off his jeans and underwear. “I want you in control.”

You straddled him before he could finish the sentence, your mouth capturing his in a kiss that was more bite than breath.

He hissed as you sank down onto him, inch by inch.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, fingers digging into your hips. “Just like that.”

You rode him slowly at first, letting the pressure build. Each thrust dragged fire along your nerves. Each movement stoked something deeper—need, connection, hunger.

“Seung-Hyun,” you gasped, bracing your hands on his chest. “I want all of it.”

He lifted his hips into yours, deeper, harder. “Take it. It’s yours.”

And you did.

Again.

And again.

Until your body shattered over his, until he broke beneath you with a growl and a kiss, until you both lay tangled in sweat and sheets, breathless and wrecked.

This time, he didn’t let go after.

He held you close, chest to your back, one arm wrapped around your stomach like you might vanish in the night.

“You’re not leaving after this,” he said softly.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you whispered.

And neither of you said another word.

It was getting harder to hide.

The thrill had its bite—stolen glances, breathless goodbyes behind locked doors, kisses smudged between elevator dings. But lately, the thrill was starting to turn into something else. Something riskier.

Like now.

You stood backstage at the music show venue, all glitter and chaos, your group waiting for your cue. Crew members ran past with clipboards, cords, and coffee, the low thrum of bass from the main stage vibrating through the floors.

And there was Seung-Hyun.

Leaned casually against the wall across from you, dark pants, jacket loose over his frame, hair styled sharp and immaculate. He was doing that thing again—pretending not to look.

But he was looking.

You felt it in the slow slide of his eyes down your legs, the flicker of his tongue over his lip before he looked away again. You shifted your weight just enough to make the hem of your skirt ride higher on your thigh.

He noticed. He always did.

You arched a brow across the distance. He didn’t move.

Then, just loud enough for only him to hear, you murmured, “Stop undressing me with your eyes.”

He pushed off the wall. One step. Two.

“Stop wearing shit that makes me want to undress you,” he fired back coolly, eyes dark.

You smirked. “Maybe I want you distracted.”

He didn’t break stride. He stopped inches from you, towering in that dangerous way he had—quiet dominance, all heat and smolder. “You want me stupid on stage, thinking about you bent over the dressing table?”

“Something like that,” you said, tilting your head. “Worked last night, didn’t it?”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. His eyes flicked around—technicians, a staff noona passing by, someone calling for a mic check.

He leaned in like he was about to whisper something scandalous. Instead, his voice came low, serious, brushing the shell of your ear like a threat.

“You’re playing with fire.”

You laughed under your breath, letting it ghost over his cheek. “You like when I do.”

Then, with maddening calm, you turned on your heel and walked away—slow enough that your hips swayed deliberately with each step.

You didn’t have to look back to know he was watching.

The rehearsal was brutal.

Lighting cues, missed beats, a scolding from the choreographer—but none of it fazed you. Not when you could feel him watching.

You danced harder. Let your body roll with the bass, every movement a challenge. Your crop top clung to your sweat-slicked skin, your thighs flexing in time with the music.

At one point, you dropped low during a freestyle moment—knees apart, ass angled just enough to make your point.

You didn’t look at him.

But when the music cut and everyone caught their breath, you finally turned your head.

Seung-Hyun’s eyes were on you.

And he was pissed.

You bit your lip to hide the grin.

Later, in the makeup room, you were touching up eyeliner when the door opened behind you. 

You didn’t turn—didn’t need to. You could feel him. That silent weight of Seung-Hyun’s presence, coiled and deliberate.

“Careful,” you said to the mirror, lips curving as you dragged the brush with precision. “Someone might catch us alone.”

He didn’t answer right away. Just stepped closer. The kind of closeness that made the air between you feel too thin. His eyes met yours in the reflection—dark, steady, simmering.

“Keep teasing me like that,” he murmured, “and I’m going to fuck you in this chair.”

Your breath caught. You smiled anyway, slow and wicked. “You say that like it’s a threat.”

“I’m not in the mood for games tonight.”

You dropped the brush, your hand suddenly not so steady. “Oh?”

He moved behind you—close enough that the heat of him sank through the thin fabric of your crop top. He didn’t touch you. Not at first. Just stood there, his voice low against your neck.

“You think you’re in control?” he asked, tone casual but laced with steel. “All those moves you pull on stage, the looks, the smirks. You think I won’t do something about it?”

“I think you’ll try,” you whispered.

That was all it took.

One hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against him. His other hand slid down the front of your body, fingers slipping between your thighs with a confidence that made your pulse jump.

You gasped, grabbing the edge of the makeup table as his fingers pressed against the thin fabric of your shorts—slow, teasing strokes that made your knees weaken instantly.

“Still think this is a game?” he whispered against your ear.

You tilted your head, biting back a moan. “I think you like it when I play.”

He chuckled, dark and knowing, and slipped his hand inside your shorts. Past the lace. Past every last ounce of your pride.

Two fingers slid through your slick heat, slow and steady, curling just enough to make your hips jerk forward.

You bit your lip hard, a small, choked sound escaping your throat.

He didn’t kiss you. Didn’t touch your lips. He stayed right there at your ear, breath hot.

“This what you wanted?” he murmured, fingers pumping slow, dragging through you like he had all the time in the world. “To sit there looking so smug, pretending you don’t need me?”

Your hips rocked against his hand, desperate and involuntary.

“Look at yourself,” he ordered, voice lower now. “Look in the mirror.”

You did.

Your mouth was parted, eyes glazed, face flushed. You looked wrecked. Beautiful. Hungry.

His fingers picked up pace, and your breath hitched again, a small whimper breaking past your lips.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he breathed. “Dripping for me. Needy.”

You nodded, barely able to speak. “Don’t stop—”

Then came a knock.

Sharp. Two quick taps on the door.

You froze.

His fingers didn’t.

The door cracked open a few inches.

“Hey—” Jiyong’s voice. Casual. Oblivious. “We’re on in five. Don’t take too long.”

“Got it,” Seung-Hyun said smoothly, without missing a beat. His hand stayed right where it was, fingers still buried deep inside you, still moving—but slower now. Teasing. Maddening.

The door closed.

And he pulled his fingers out.

You whined—quiet, desperate, betrayed.

He turned you to face him for the first time, hand still resting at your waist. His eyes locked on yours, smug and dark and far too calm.

“You wanted to play,” he said. “Now you can go onstage thinking about how close I got you.”

You stared at him, trembling slightly, still breathless.

“That’s not fair,” you hissed, voice low and sharp.

He leaned in close—not kissing—just letting his mouth hover by your ear. “You look so good when you’re frustrated. I want you ruined tonight.”

Then he stepped back, straightened his jacket, and walked out.

Leaving you there—wet, throbbing, and one heartbeat away from losing your mind.

The lights hit like a tidal wave—searing white, full intensity, washing everything else away.

You stood under it, chest rising and falling with adrenaline, body already slick with sweat before the first beat even dropped. The crowd was a blur behind the spotlights, thousands of people screaming. But none of it touched the tension tightening your body like a noose.

Because he was there.

Seung-Hyun stood just meters from you, wrapped in shadows and smoke, every inch the image of restraint. Black tailored jacket, shirt open just enough to tease his collarbone. Hair slicked back, lips unreadable.

No one would guess the things he whispered to you less than an hour ago. No one would see how your thighs still pressed together when you moved, trying to soothe the ache he’d left behind.

The music started, thunderous and pulsing.

You moved on instinct—every sway of your hips, every sharp snap of your legs wrapped in choreography. But inside, you were coming undone.

Because you could feel him watching.

Not the way he watched when you first joined the group—curious, cautious, and a little annoyed. No, this was different. This gaze was ownership. Memory. Hunger barely leashed.

At the chorus, you dipped low, knees wide, thighs spread just enough to make it obscene if you held it one second longer.

He was behind you now. You didn’t need to look to feel his eyes on the curve of your ass, the slow grind of your hips to the beat, like you were doing it just for him.

Because you were.

You heard the breath he let out over his mic—just barely.

And then, right before the bridge, as you passed him in the choreography, his voice slipped low into the in-ear comms. Meant for you. Only you.

“Still wet for me?”

Your heart stumbled. Your body didn’t.

You hit your mark like a pro, face flawless, smile cocky.

But your core pulsed, hot and alive.

He was playing with fire.

And you were ready to burn.

You didn’t wait after the curtain dropped. The roar of the crowd still rang in your ears as you stormed off-stage, ignoring the calls from staff, the offered water bottles, the wide-eyed glances.

You needed air.

You needed him.

But he found you first.

You didn’t hear his footsteps—just felt his hand on your waist, spinning you and pushing you backward until your spine hit the cool wall of a backstage storage room. Somewhere dark. Dusty. Hidden.

The door slammed shut behind him.

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t ask.

His eyes were wild.

Yours were daring.

“You’re playing dangerous,” you breathed, heart pounding.

His voice was gravel. “You started it.”

“You left me on the edge,” you hissed, breath ragged. “You think I’m just going to let that go?”

“You loved it,” he said, stepping closer. “You walked on that stage dripping for me.”

You pushed him, hard. Not away—just enough to press his back to the wall opposite yours.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

Your hands were in his hair before you realized it, tugging hard. His were gripping your hips, pulling you against him, and fuck—he was hard. So hard you could feel him through layers of stagewear.

“I was trying to focus,” you snapped, even as your hips rolled forward against his.

“Liar,” he growled. “You danced like you wanted me to drag you off in front of everyone.”

“Maybe I did.”

He let out a shaky exhale and kissed your throat—open-mouthed, no softness. Just teeth. Tongue. Heat. His hand dragged up the back of your thigh, pulling it over his hip.

“I couldn’t think of anything but this,” he murmured against your skin. “The way you sound when you moan. The way you clench when I curl my fingers just—”

He shoved his hand down the front of your shorts.

Your head snapped back with a gasp, one arm flying out to grab the nearby shelf to keep your balance.

Two fingers—already finding your sweet spot—curled with maddening precision. His thumb pressed against your clit, circling, stroking with slow, lazy control.

“So wet,” he whispered, lips brushing your jaw. “You didn’t even fix your panties, did you? You liked feeling it all night.”

“Fuck you,” you gasped, but your body betrayed you—hips rolling into his palm, your breath turning to soft, desperate sounds.

“Not yet.”

He kept the rhythm torturously slow. Deep. Inescapable.

“You gonna come just from this?” he asked, his mouth barely moving against your ear. “From my fingers? Pathetic.”

Your knees buckled.

He caught you, kept you upright with a firm hand around your waist.

“Say it,” he ordered. “Say you need it.”

“I need—” you gasped as he curved deeper. “Shit—Seung-Hyun—”

Then: a knock.

Two sharp taps.

The door creaked open, only a few inches.

“Hey!” Jiyong’s voice. Casual. Oblivious. “We’re headed to press in five. Don’t take too long, yeah?”

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t move.

Seung-Hyun didn’t stop.

“On our way,” he said smoothly, never pulling his hand away.

The door shut again.

You clung to him, your entire body trembling.

But he was already slowing his hand.

Then stopping.

Then pulling away completely.

“No—” you whined, barely able to think.

He slid his fingers out, pulled your shorts back into place with infuriating care, and pressed one slow kiss to your cheek.

“I said you could come,” he murmured, voice silky and cruel. “I never said when.”

You stared at him, dazed, legs shaking.

He smiled—dark and pleased.

“Now go smile for the cameras, baby. I want everyone wondering why you can’t walk straight.”

Then he opened the door and left you there—aching, panting, and dripping with frustration.

And maybe just a little in love.

You made it through the press line, somehow.

Camera flashes blinded you. Questions blurred. Your smile was flawless, but your insides were chaos.

You could still feel him.

The slick heat between your thighs. The twitch in your muscles every time you thought about how close you were—how close he got you, only to leave you there. Shaky. Exposed. Seething.

And he? He was cool as ever. Standing behind you, perfectly composed in his black-on-black suit, sunglasses shielding those sharp, knowing eyes.

But you knew he was watching.

And he knew you were boiling.

It was a game.

And now, you were done playing.

You waited.

Waited until the after-party had started. Until the others were busy in interviews, drinks in hand, laughter echoing down the corridor of the hotel suite booked for the night.

You knew where he’d go to escape the noise. He always did.

So you found him alone.

In the empty side lounge, low-lit and quiet, an untouched drink in his hand and his jacket thrown over the back of the leather sofa.

He looked up when the door clicked shut behind you. No surprise. No panic.

Just that look.

That look that said he knew exactly what you came for.

You crossed the room in silence, slow and purposeful, every sway of your hips deliberate.

His mouth parted just slightly, eyes dragging down your body and back up again.

“You look pissed,” he said smoothly.

You didn’t answer.

Just climbed onto his lap.

You could feel his body tense beneath you, muscles tightening under the silk of his shirt as your knees straddled his thighs, your palms planted flat against his chest.

You leaned in, lips a breath from his.

“You think you’re in control?” you whispered.

His jaw ticked.

“I was.”

You rolled your hips against him once—slow, heavy—grinding just enough for him to feel the ache he’d left in you. He inhaled sharply.

“You don’t get to leave me like that,” you said, voice low and venom-laced. “You don’t get to wind me up, then disappear.”

His hands gripped your thighs, hard.

“I warned you,” he growled. “You kept pushing.”

“And now I’m pulling,” you snapped.

Then you kissed him—biting, open-mouthed, no room for air. His hand came up to your throat, not hard, just enough to still you.

“You gonna punish me?” he breathed against your lips.

You smiled. “I’m gonna fuck you.”

And you did.

Right there on the couch, in the dark, with the door unlocked and danger on the other side.

Clothes half-off, lips nowhere near polite. You didn’t even get his shirt fully open—just enough to run your nails down his chest, to leave marks he’d have to hide later.

He was rougher this time.

Sloppier.

Desperate.

“Don’t make me beg,” you gasped.

“You already are.”

You rode him with purpose, not grace—chasing the edge he stole, dragging him to his knees with you. Every grind, every curse, every hiss of breath between your teeth was war.

When you finally came—loud, messy, full-body—it was with your fingers digging into his shoulders and his name on your lips like a brand.

He followed with a groan that shook through you both, his grip tightening around your waist as he spilled into you, head falling to your shoulder like he couldn’t hold it up anymore.

Neither of you moved for a long time.

Just breath.

Sweat.

Stillness.

Then a voice.

Too close.

Too casual.

“…What the fuck.”

Your blood ran cold.

You turned slowly—so slowly—to see Jiyong in the doorway, holding a drink, mouth parted in shock, eyes wide and blinking like maybe if he stared long enough, the scene would disappear.

You froze.

Seung-Hyun didn’t.

He didn’t even flinch.

He reached forward calmly and tugged your skirt back down your thighs with one hand, the other settling protectively on your lower back.

“Close the door,” he said to Jiyong, voice low. Firm.

Jiyong blinked. “Are you—what the—”

“Close it.”

There was a pause. Then the door shut quietly. Not slammed. Not panicked.

Just shut.

You turned your head toward Seung-Hyun, eyes wide. “He’s going to tell.”

Seung-Hyun met your gaze.

Not afraid.

Not sorry.

“Let him.”

It started with the silence.

Not tension. Not anger. Not even curiosity.

Just a silence so cold it felt like a wall between you and everyone else in the room.

When you entered rehearsal that morning, the weight of what happened the night before hung off your shoulders like a loaded coat you couldn’t take off.

You and Seung-Hyun didn’t speak on the way there. You hadn’t spoken since Jiyong caught you. The only communication between you had been a look—one of those quiet, dangerous ones he was so good at. A look that said: I meant it. I’d do it again.

But the others? They weren’t as easy.

Jiyong barely looked in your direction.

Youngbae gave you a half-hearted nod, like he wasn’t sure what team he was supposed to be on.

Hyo-rin, mercifully, was the only one who dared to speak.

“Hey,” she whispered while tying her laces. “You okay?”

You nodded. “I think so.”

She paused. “Just so you know… I’m not judging you. Or him. But shit, babe—on the couch?”

You cracked a smile. Barely. “Didn’t hear you complain when you walked in on me and that backup dancer two years ago.”

“That’s different. He wasn’t T.O.P. And I wasn’t in charge of press cleanup if things go nuclear.”

Before you could respond, Jiyong’s voice rang out.

Louder than necessary.

“Maybe we shouldn’t pretend everything’s normal when clearly it’s not.”

Everyone stopped moving.

You straightened, slowly turning toward him. “You want to say something, say it.”

He crossed his arms. “You made it everyone’s business the second you brought it into a public space.”

“It was after-hours. Empty room,” you replied coolly.

“I still saw it. Heard it. Seung-Hyun, you didn’t even flinch when I walked in. You didn’t even try to explain.”

Seung-Hyun looked up from where he was lacing his boots. Calm. Collected. “Because I don’t need to explain.”

“You’re not thinking clearly,” Jiyong snapped. “This group doesn’t survive scandals. If the wrong person finds out—”

“Then they’ll find out,” Seung-Hyun said, standing up. “I’m not ashamed of her. I won’t hide her anymore.”

You blinked.

There it was. In front of everyone. No hesitation.

And suddenly, the others weren’t watching him anymore. They were watching you.

Waiting to see what you’d do with that kind of declaration.

You stepped forward. “I didn’t plan this. I didn’t want it to become a thing. But it did. And it’s real.”

“And if it blows up?” Jiyong asked, voice lower now. “If it wrecks everything we’ve built?”

Seung-Hyun looked at him—not cold, not combative. Just… steady.

“Then we build something new.”

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy this time.

It was freeing.

Because for once, the truth was out.

And you weren’t alone in it.

It started with a headline.

“T.O.P. heart was stolen? Unnamed Source Confirms BigBang Member’s Secret Relationship with Dancer.”

You didn’t have time to panic.

The article dropped at 8:14 AM. By 8:30, your phone had twenty missed calls. Managers. Stylists. PR. Your name wasn’t in the article—but the implication was clear. “Long legs,” “feisty onstage chemistry,” “rumored tension backstage.” They might as well have used your name in bold font.

And Seung-Hyun? He didn’t answer his phone either.

Because he was already standing in front of your apartment door.

No disguise. No hood. Just him.

Holding your name in his mouth like it was a decision he’d already made.

You yanked the door open. “You saw?”

“Yeah.”

He stepped inside without being asked. His jaw was tight. His hands clenched at his sides.

You stared at him, trying to read his silence. “Are you freaking out?”

“No.”

“You sure? Because everyone else is.”

He stepped forward.

“I’m not.”

You blinked, taking a step back. “We can fix it. We can deny it. Say it was a misunderstanding. Let the company clean it up. We’ll go back to being careful—”

“I don’t want to be careful,” he snapped.

You froze.

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing. “I’m tired. Of hiding. Of pretending I don’t want to touch you every time you walk past me. Of acting like you're not the best part of my day.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it.

“You said you were scared,” he continued, stepping closer. “I am too. But I’m more scared of losing you than I am of headlines.”

You stared at him, stunned.

“You’re not a rumor to me,” he said. “You’re real. And I’m done acting like you’re not.”

And then—before you could respond—he kissed you.

Hard.

No build-up. No slow burn.

Just fire.

His hands found your waist and pulled you in, lips demanding, breath hot. He kissed you like the world could burn and he’d still choose to go down with you in his arms.

You kissed him back just as hard.

Because you were tired too.

Tired of silence. Of half-truths and shadows. Of walking past him in public like he didn’t ruin you in private.

When you finally pulled back, your breath was ragged.

“What if they ask us directly?” you asked.

He looked you dead in the eye.

“Then I’ll say the truth.”

It came faster than either of you expected.

A press conference.

Scheduled “to address the rumors.” PR offered a dozen pre-written statements. Scripts. Polished denials. Just say it was misinterpreted, they said. Just say it’s nothing.

Seung-Hyun read none of them.

You stood behind the curtain, palms sweating, heart racing like it wanted out of your chest. He stood beside you, calm as ever—but his hand found yours and didn’t let go.

When the lights came on, and the crowd of journalists surged forward like wolves scenting blood, he stepped up to the mic.

And shattered the silence.

“I’m not here to deny anything.”

Flashbulbs exploded. Shouts rose from the press line.

He waited.

“I’m seeing someone,” he said, voice steady. “She’s a dancer. She’s strong, smart, and no—this isn’t a scandal. This is real.”

He turned, looked straight at you behind the curtain.

And smiled.

“I don’t want to hide her anymore.”

The fallout was instant.

The group trended globally. The internet split in half. Support poured in. So did backlash. But none of it mattered the way you thought it would.

Because when you walked out after the conference—hand in hand—he didn’t let go.

Not when the reporters screamed questions. Not when the managers whispered warnings.

He kept holding on.

Later that night, the two of you lay on his bed—sheets tangled, your head on his chest, legs knotted together.

He ran his fingers down your spine, gentle, slow. Different.

“Still scared?” he whispered.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Me too.”

You looked up. “Do we regret it?”

He shook his head.

Then, softer: “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

You smiled. “So what now?”

He leaned in, pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Now?” he whispered. “We stop burning quietly. Let the whole damn world burn.”

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Choi Seunghyun x AFAB! Reader x G-Dragon Synopsis: Things end. Things begin. Sometimes things reconnect. Warnings: SMUT, fingering, unprotected p in v (Plz be safe), oral (both receiving) angst, fluff A/N: Part 8 has arrived! Please comment if you'd like to be added to my taglist! Thank you for your patience. Shout out to my girl @breakmeoff for your help and inspiration on my writing. I def couldn't have done it without you and I genuinely am so proud of you, boo. Can't wait for part 4 of your Chan fic! 😘 Part 7 🎞Please silence your phones, grab some popcorn🍿 and your favorite blanket, get comfy, and do thoroughly enjoy the chapter! 💜💜

Seunghyun watches you disappear inside, but the frustration in him bubbles to a point of action. He exits the car, following in behind you.

“Y/n!” He raises his voice. You stop dead in your tracks, not daring to turn around to face him.

“We aren’t done talking about this,” he says as he catches up to you.

“Yeah, we really fucking are. Go. Home.” Your eyes cut at him; his adrenaline is pumping.

“Y/n,” he tries to pull you close, but you yank yourself away from him. You turn on your heels to walk to the elevator. He follows after you. You push the close door button on the elevator, you know the one that never seems to work, and just as you think you’re home free, Seunghyun slips into the elevator.

“I want to be with you.”

You scoff at his words with a sarcastic smile and roll of your eyes.

“Why is that funny?” The elevator opens to an elderly couple. The poor woman is slow, using a walker to help her into the small space. You notice, what you assume to be, her husband and how he looks at her. It’s similar to how you’ve caught Jiyong looking at you. The care and patience he has for his lady as she makes her way in stirs your heart and your already heightened emotions.

The sight warms your heart. It’s what you had hoped for. What you had wanted when you were little. Patience, kindness, understanding and love.

Love.

You watch as the elderly gentleman places a sweet kiss onto the woman’s temple, the sight daring tears to come up. You peer over at Seunghyun who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. You turn away and only then does he see what you seen. The kindness, gentleness and patience he displays with his lady.

The elevator dings and you walk out quickly fishing out your hotel key card.

“Go home,” you demand of Seunghyun.

“Not until we actually talk.” He says simply. The door unlocks and you both walk in to see Jiyong sitting on the bed.

“Hey-oh,” he says surprised to see his best friend. Seunghyun huffs.

“Ji, can we have a minute?” Jiyong looks to you.

“We don’t need a minute because you are leaving.”

“What the hell, y/n, you promised!” He raises his voice in frustration.

“Yeah, so did you. For better or worse. Sickness and in health.” You mock rolling your eyes. You fling yourself into Jiyong who holds onto you, looking up at his best friend.

“I’m not going to stop fighting for you, y/n,” he says. You cling to Jiyong even tighter after the words leave his mouth.

You hear the door shut behind him and once it does, your cries intensify.

“Maybe you should talk to him, jagi.” He whispers. You peer at him, your eyes obviously angry.

“I have nothing to say to him.”

-

Seunghyun walks into the house, Hae readily greeting him with a glass of wine.

“Baby, how was the funeral? Is the bitch in the ground now?”

“Watch your fucking mouth, that was my sister in law!” he snaps. Hae looks taken aback.

“You do remember it’s me you love, right?”

“When have I ever said I loved you?” Seunghyun asks as he takes a sip of wine. She scoffs with a roll of her eyes.

“You’ve had a long day so I’ll let that one slide.” She sets down her glass.

“Come on, let’s get in the shower, wash the stress of the day off.” She smirks.

Seunghyun allows her to pull him with her to the bathroom. She strips turning on the shower, Seunghyun begins to feel numb. He begins to feel like he’s missing something.

“Ok, I guess I’ll help,” she says breaking him from his thoughts.

“No, don’t touch me, I’ve got it,” he says stepping away from her.

“Ok,” she backs off and slips into the shower under the warm water. Seunghyun steps in behind her, the steam from the room overwhelming.

“I missed you today,” she says as she runs her hands along his chest, his muscles taut under her touch. He’s looking off to the side, distracted.

“Seunghyun,” she moves his face to look at her, the water cascading down her body. She runs her hands down it, trying to capture his attention, but quickly realizes she’s getting no reaction.

“Nothing? Are you serious?” She asks as she looks down at his flaccid member.

“Hmm?” He looks to her, visibly confused as to what is happening.

“Oh my god, you’re thinking about her?” she gasps.

“Hae,” he sighs scrubbing a hand down his face, as a slight shiver runs down his spine. He politely pushes his way to the water.

“I can’t believe you,” she complains.

“You’re actually thinking about some other woman.” She scoffs once more.

“What did you actually think was between us, huh? Some kind of actual romance that would lead to marriage and kids? A life where we’re happy together? Growing fat and old together?” His tone is sharp, cutting,

“Psh, kids? Ruining this body? I don’t think so.” He rolls his eyes as he grabs the soap.

“Hae, you’re fun, but nothing serious was ever going to be between us.”

“You don’t mean that,”

“Yeah, I do.” He lets the water run over his body again.

“And why the hell did you tell Y/n your name is on the deed. This is my house and you know it! You don’t have a damn thing to do with it.”

“Seunghyun I swear if you leave me for that bitch I’ll tell everyone the truth.” She tries to bargain.

“Do whatever you want, Hae. She’s done with me anyway.”

“Good, then we can get back to our lives,” she goes to rub his wet strong shoulders but he shrugs her off.

“No, I’m done with you. Thanks for the fun but it’s time to get the fuck out of my house.” Her mouth hangs open.

“You’ll regret doing this to me, Seunghyun. I swear if it’s the last thing I do I’ll fucking ruin you.” She steps out of the shower and dries off. She walks out of the bathroom slamming the door shut behind her. The pressure and stress of the last couple days hangs over Seunghyun like a weight. His eyes fill with tears, tears that he lets flow freely in the comfort of his own shower.

He never thought he’d see the day where you had so much power over him.

He misses you.

-

Back at the hotel you’re cuddled up in bed with Jiyong, a movie playing but you aren’t watching. You’ve been in and out of sleep for the last few minutes.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“What good would it do? Our next step is obvious, divorce.”

“Is that what he wants?” Jiyong asks slowly.

“It’s what I want, and quite frankly what he wants doesn’t matter to me. He’s got Hae who lives with him and sleeps with him and does whatever else with him. He doesn’t need me. Hell, until last week he didn’t even care about me.” You huff.

“And yet you feel conflicted,” he mumbles and you sit up off him to look at him.

“Excuse me?”

“Y/n, I’m not faulting you for it, but it’s obvious. You say you’re done, but if you were, you wouldn’t get so worked up over it. You’d be indifferent. You wouldn’t care.”

The pang of hurt is in your chest, and you know Jiyong can see it. If he couldn’t, he wouldn’t have called you out about it.

“It’s only natural that you do,” he assures you.

“No, I don’t,”

“Y/n you’ve spent most of your time with him the last year and a half,” he sympathizes.

“Jiyong, I don’t care anymore. I’m so exhausted.” Your head falls into your soft hands.

“Y/n, baby, I know you’re tired, but don’t shut him out.” He wraps his arms around you.

“Why the hell are you advocating for him? He’s the one who thought you would blab his big secret.”

“I know, but emotions were high.”

“So, he can just insult your character.”

“I didn’t say it was right, but he’s my brother. I’m going to forgive him.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” you mumble.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He pulls back and places a delicate kiss on your sweet lips.

-

Seunghyun is lounging in his chair in the living room, his first bottle of wine is done and the second has just been opened. The house is quiet, Hae packed her things and disappeared, at least for now. He look around the home, how still and lifeless it really is. He finds himself missing the comfort of knowing you were sleeping upstairs.

He picks up the phone, no missed calls or texts. His chest stings. You hadn’t thought of him. There’s no way you did. Not after what you knew. Not after what Hae told you.

Still, he tries to call you anyway.

-

You hear your phone buzzing on the table.

“It’s him,” Jiyong says as he hands it to you.

“What do I do?”

“Answer it,” he encourages. You take a deep breath, heart hammering in your chest as your anxiety heightens.

“I’m right here,” Jiyong reaches over and rests a reassuring hand on your leg.

“H-Hello?” your voice is weak as Jiyong takes your hand, placing a delicate kiss on the back of it.

“Y/n, don’t hang up,” he slurs.

“Seung? Are you ok?” your voice turns frantic when you hear his state.

“I’m sorry,” he tries to say but it’s hard to understand him.

“What, Seunghyun where are you?”

“Home,” he giggles as he takes another drink but he tips the glass too far back and spills it on himself.

“Ahh, damn it!” He shouts into the phone causing you to jump. Jiyong looks at you concerned.

“Are you ok?” He doesn’t answer, all you can hear is distant grumbling and something about a “fucking broken glass.”

“I feel like I should check on him.” You chew on your bottom lip and Jiyong gets up, grabbing his car keys.

“Let’s go.”

-

The two of you pull out of the parking lot, a couple people have their phones out and while you know you’ll pay for it later, the only thing that matters right now is checking on Seunghyun. Even if you do still want to divorce him.

You arrive at his house, using your key and walk in to find him passed out on the floor. You look to Jiyong who shuts the door behind him and helps you pick him up.

“Bed?”

“No, the shower, cold water should wake him up.” You two struggle to carry the rather tall man to the bathroom, but with strength and determination, you get it done. You turn the shower on, ice cold water pelting Seunghyun’s skin. He shakes his head before raising up, discombobulated and confused.

“What the, turn that shit off, fuck it’s freezing!” He yells and tries to stand up, Jiyong helping him as you turn the water off.

He gets his senses about him, his eyes widening when he realizes you’re actually there.

He goes silent.

Embarrassed.

Ashamed.

Clueless really.

“I’m fine,” he says as he looks down at his now soaked pj’s.

“No, you aren’t, you called me drunk then something broke and I was worried about you, and,” You stop as you realize you let the quiet part leak out.

Jiyong was right, you do care.

“Fuck me,” you scoff at yourself in disbelief. You walk out of the bathroom as the realization hits you. Even after all the bullshit. You still care.

“I’m going to grab you some clothes,” Jiyong pats his friend on the back. Your standing in the kitchen when Jiyong pops his head in.

“You ok?” He asks before seeing your frustrated look.

“Damn it, Ji.” You giggle humorlessly.

“What’s wrong?”

“I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t even be here.” You shake your head.

“Y/n, have you stopped to notice who isn’t?” Jiyong trails off. He reaches out his hand, and you lace your fingers together. He walks you into the only bedroom downstairs to get Seunghyun’s clothes.

You look around and Jiyong motions to the room.

“Really look.” You begin to do so, not sure what it is at first, but it hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Hae isn’t here,” you whisper.

“No clothes, no shoes, no perfumes, nothing.” He adds as he picks out a shirt and sweats.

“It’s like she was never here,” he muses.

“And yet she was because I could hear them almost every night I was.” Jiyong purses his lips, knowing you have a point. Seunghyun changes as you and Jiyong wait on the couch. He walks out slowly, still a little buzzed from the wine. He looks down at the two of you before a plastic smile stretches across his face.

“You don’t need to be here, I’m fine,” he says as he walks to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine.

You get up to meet him at the island. You notice he’s sweeping up the broken glass.

“Careful,” he says noting your now bare feet. He gently pushes you back, his hands sending a spark through your body. Your breath hitches at the feeling.

Damn it.

You watch as he finishes up one last sweep.

“You are completely infuriating.” You mumble as you look up at him.

“What?”

“I should fucking hate you, I shouldn’t even care and yet here I am, concerned about you after the day I’ve had. Not to sound selfish, but it should be about me and my feelings. Not you and your fucking problems. Not about us and our shit.” You take a deep breath trying to calm yourself down.

“You’re right, I never should’ve called.” He says.

“I’m sorry.”

“You really shouldn’t of,” you grumble, “But I’m glad you’re ok.” He purses his lips, not meeting your eye contact.

“I’m going to give you guys some time to talk,” Jiyong rubs the back of his neck.

“She doesn’t want to talk to me, so you guys can go back to your hotel room. I’m sorry I bothered you.” Seunghyun grabs the bottle off the table and steps off into his room.

“Jiyong,” you say before he presses a sweet, passionate kiss to your lips.

“Go, I’ll pick you up whenever you’re ready.” He smiles.

“How are you ok with this?”

“Now’s not the time. We’ll talk too, ok?” He hugs you tight. Your arms wrap around his neck, not having him with you is like losing a safety blanket. You’re exposed. Vulnerable. Raw.

You say goodbye before going to knock on Seunghyun’s door.

“Can I come in?” you ask through the door.

“Sure,” you hear him say. You slowly creep the door open, he’s laying on the bed, legs sprawled, sweatpants hanging low on his hips and no t shirt. The tv is on and a bed side lamp casts a faint golden glow to the room. While his eyes are on the TV, he’s not really paying attention, he barely hears it over the hammering in his chest.

You slowly pad over to the bed, hesitating to see what he’ll do.

Nothing.

He feels the mattress dip and casts his gaze to you. Neither of you talk at first, silence settling between you; the one thing you know like the back of your hand.

You finally get the courage up to speak.

“Where’s Hae,” You don’t look at each other only at the tv.

“I dunno,” he says before taking a sip of wine.

“You want some?” he offers you the glass and you don’t hesitate.

“Please,” you say as you take it from his hand. The liquid goes down smooth, it’s not too sweet, not too bitter. Just right. You look over noticing the bottle.

T Spot.

“This a new one?” you ask raising the glass a little.

“Yeah, we haven’t put it out yet,” he still won’t meet your gaze. You finish the small amount left in the glass before turning your body to face him.

He mimics your actions. Both of you just take a moment to look at each other.

“How are you?” he asks quietly, voice barely above a whisper. You purse your lips.

“Overwhelmed. Confused. Hurt.” You raise your brows as your eyes flit to the wall behind him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. He wants to move toward you, hold you, but he doesn’t. He stays still.

“I don’t know what to say,” he mumbles. You look at him, studying his nervous demeanor.

“What the hell happened today? The reporters, fans? What was that?”

“I have no idea. Y/n, I swear I didn’t tell anyone but my team and they knew not to call anyone.” He takes your hands in his, his eyes communicating sincerity.

“I wouldn’t do that to you. Regardless of what we were going through I wouldn’t call them and betray you that way.”

“Then how did they know? The only people who knew were you, Ji, Yongbae, Daesung and your team.”

That’s when it hits you.

“I guess I have your sister to thank for dying. She’s giving me my man back.”

You gasp.

“Hae,” you whisper. Seunghyun’s eyes go wide as he remembers telling her everything that first night.

“She even came and rubbed it in my face! Told me that this was your way out, that the company could use this and the two of you would be together, oh my gosh how did I not see this!” You smack your hand to your forehead.

“Wait, she said that to you? Why didn’t you tell me?” You avoid his gaze.

“I thought she was right.”

“When was this?”

“The night before we went to look at caskets.” Seunghyun sighs.

“Y/n you should’ve told me she talked to you. I would’ve at least tried to straighten it out.” His hand tentatively comes up to cup your cheek. You don’t lean into it, but you don’t lean away.

“Did you ever feel anything for her?”

“No, she was fun, a good stress reliver, but nothing more than that. I swear.” His voice is steady, but pleading with you to believe him.

“I swear to you, I don’t want her.”

“What do you want?”

“What I wanted that night I had enough liquid courage to say it.”

You look between his eyes.

“You.” He whispers. He tests you, his hands tugging on your arms to pull you into his lap.

“I won’t let her hurt you ever again. I swear it. Baby if I had known,” he sighs.

“Baby?” you question.

“Is that ok?”

“I don’t know.”

He nods in response and his hands rest on your sides as you look at each other.

“I still want us to have a chance,” he whispers after a beat of silence. You close your eyes, resting your forehead against his.

“I still care about you,” you admit, brushing your nose against his.

“Those things you said about me,”

“Jagi, I was in a bad place, I didn’t give you a fair shot. You aren’t a pain in my ass, you aren’t annoying, and at the time both of us were in this to use each other.”

“What changed your mind,” your breath hits his lips and he shutters.

“I don’t know. It wasn’t a thing where one moment I hated you and the next I didn’t. It was gradual, but I had a hard time believing it. Because I knew you deserved better than me.” His hands are cupping your face, his thumbs rubbing circles into your cheeks.

“That night I heard you, in the bathroom at the airbnb,” he begins and you blush, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, but I knew you hated me and I wouldn’t force it. I was cold because you deserved better. So, when the time came and I had to let you go, you could move on and I could let you go as easily as possible.” He takes a breath; your eyes are closed as you listen to him.

“But then you kept trying.” He laughs to himself with a soft smile.

“That jacket, the letter from a fan,” he smiles nostalgically, “You didn’t have to do that. And I realized that no matter how cold I was, you were willing to try. And I knew you were good for me, not just my image, but me as a person. Y/n I’m better with you in so many ways. I perform better when I know you’re watching me, I think better when you’re around. I’m a better person. Because you make me want to be one. Somone you can be proud of. Someone you can be happy, elated, to be seen with in public. I know it’s not been easy but I swear to you I’m trying.” He exhales shakily as the words settle between you.

“Hae is gone? She isn’t coming back?” Your voice cracks slightly.

“Hae who?” he asks playfully, trying to lighten the mood. Before any other thought can enter your head, your lips crash to his, deep and slow at first, testing the waters. Seunghyun’s fingers contract against your plush hips. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as your mouth opens, allowing his tongue to explore.

Soft moans are swallowed between you; your hands tangle in his dark locks as he pulls your body flush against his.

“I want you,” you breathe against him, heat rushing your body. His hands go to the hem of your shirt as your hips grind down against him. He groans into your mouth and slowly raises it. You break away, taking a moment to catch your breath as he removes your shirt, your breast displayed before him bare.

He kisses your lips again, hands running up and down your sides. He moves his lips to your jaw line, peppering open mouthed kisses to it as he works his way down your neck, nipping and biting. His tongue flicks out, licking a stripe up your neck. A soft whimper spills out from your throat. His hands are slightly rough against your skin as they explore every inch of your nude top half. His thumbs brush over your hard buds, a small gasp leaves your lips as he brushes them.

“Feel good?” His voice is low, slightly teasing.

“Mhm,” is all you can say as he does it again, your head sloping back. His mouth connects with your left bud, swirling his tongue around it. Another moan escapes your lips as you force your head back up to look down at him. His eyes are closed, not a single thought in his head except for one.

To please you.

Your nails lightly scratch his scalp.

“Mmf, so good,” you pant as your hips grind down onto his already hard cock. You blush slightly.

“Getting me off making you hard, baby?” You whisper to him and he groans against you. His mouth releases you before giving the same treatment to the other side.

“Fuck you’re gonna feel so good inside me,” you moan. His hips buck upwards causing you to smile.

“Someone’s eager,” you tease before he’s pushing you backwards, your head close to the end of his bed. He kisses down your sternum, tongue coming out to lick as he leaves open mouthed kisses on your skin. You watch as he descends lower to your sleep pants. He peppers kisses like he’s worshipping your body just above your waist band.

His eyes flit to yours, silently asking permission and you nod, your lower lip drawn between your teeth. He slips them off easily as you lift your hips up. He kisses up your leg, taking his time, savoring the moment as you watch.

He settles between your legs, thighs being praised by his lips and tongue, low moans falling from his lips. You can feel the pulse in your core, wet, warm and needy. You can feel it pulsate at the anticipation.

He spreads your folds with his index and middle finger, tongue lightly lapping up some of your arousal. Your eyes flutter closed before you feel him hook his arms around your thighs, bending them back just enough to open your core up to him.

“Fuck you’re so pretty,” he groans before his tongue licks a stripe up your dripping cunt.

“Fuck,” you breathe out. His tongue dances around your clit, like a man who knows exactly how to get you off; as if he’s known your body his whole life. His tongue swirls, licks, and flicks over your bundle of nerves causing your hips to buck against his face.

“Oh, shit,” you breathe out. Your heart starts to beat faster, heat flashing to your body.

Seunghyun’s hips rut into the bed, the friction causing him to growl, sending little vibrations into your core. Whimpers fall from your lips left and right as his tongue continues to circle your bud.

“Fuck, I need you,” you moan out. Seunghyun’s too far gone to give you just one release. He tests your tight hole with one finger, quickly adding a second, curling them up to hit that sweet spot that makes your toes curl and body go rigid with pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” you gasp out as your hips start to roll with his thrusts and Seunghyun takes that as a challenge to finger you faster.

You’re a writhing mess beneath him and he loves every single bit of it. He watches your body as it arches off the bed, the sight alone should be photographed and hung in his bedroom. He feels your gummy walls clamp around his fingers more and more.

“I’m close,” you groan as he hits it harder, with only a few more pumps your walls clench his fingers and your muscles go stiff, back arching once more as he pumps his fingers slowly, helping you ride out the release he’s been dreaming of giving you.

He watches as your body lowers itself back onto the mattress, your chest heaving up and down.

“Fuck that was amazing,” you breathe out, the ceiling being your only focal point. Seunghyun drags his fingers out of you slowly, his lips kiss your clit softly, causing your legs to slightly shake.

He kisses your pelvis and your stomach, kissing his way up to your lips. He shoves his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste what he did and you moan.

“Lay back,” you mumble against his lips. He climbs off you, resting his back against the pillows lining the headboard.

You straddle his waist, kissing his lips first, moving down to his jaw, grazing your teeth against it, causing him to chuckle at your teasing.

Your lips move to leave an open-mouthed kiss just blow his ear, a low moan leaving his throat. He can feel you smirk against his skin.

You continue your assault on his body, kissing down his chest, tongue brushing over each nipple as he hisses at the pleasure. You kiss down his navel, his happy trail meeting your lips as your fingers hook into his sweat pants and boxer. He lifts his hips up, allowing you to pull them down. You watch as he springs free, hard and leaking.

You lick your lip subconsciously.

“Come on, baby, it doesn’t bite.”

“But I do,” you tease as you wrap your fingers around the warm flesh. You teasingly place a kiss to the head. Your run your lips down the side, looking up at Seunghyun who gulps when your eyes meet. His mouth falls open slightly at the feeling of your wide, wet tongue ghosting over the underside of it.

“Fuck,” he breathes. You smirk to yourself, licking a fat wet stripe up him before smiling innocently, slowly pumping your hand on his cock.

“You fucking tease,” he hisses as his head hits the headboard of the bed.

“You want me to stop?” You ask innocently as your hang unwraps itself from around him.

His eyes fly open and he shoots you an apologetic look.

“Or maybe, maybe I should edge you. Make you work for it,” you smirk just before wrapping your lips around his head, tongue swirling causing him to grab the sheets beneath him.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps as your head lowers. Its deep, from the back of his throat. Your head bobs up and down, slowly but surely making sure to take all of him in, your nose hitting his pelvic bone, a slight choke can be heard as you force yourself down.

Seunghyun feels his own heart rate increase, flashes of heat spring to his body. His hips lift off the bed, a bit of a surprise before you force them down with your hands.

“Fuck, y/n,” the way he says your name has a pulse returning to your core, causing you to rub your thighs together. But it’s not enough, as you pick up the pace with your you mouth, hallowing out your cheeks, you reach down and touch yourself, causing a moan to erupt, thus pulling Seunghyun’s hips up once again from the bed.

He opens his eyes to see yours closed and an arm visibly molded down the center of your body.

“Fuck,” he whimpers out at the sight. You’re too lost in your own pleasure to care or look up.

“Come here,” he pants and you open your eyes. He pulls you to him, kissing your lips rough, teeth, tongue and lips all at once, it’s a wonder no one lost the tip of their tongue.

“Fuck yourself on my cock,” he pants and you position your hips. He helps you sink down, your mouth falling open as you gasp at the full feeling, the stretch hurting in such a good way. Your head falls to his shoulder for a moment while you adjust to his size. He strokes your hair lovingly before he feels your hips begin to rock and he smiles kissing the side of your head.

Small whimpers are poured into the crook of his neck as your body responds quickly, walls beginning to clench around him. You pepper kisses to the base of his neck, sweat lacing his skin.

“Fuck,” you let out a broken whimper as your hips begin to move faster.

“Let me help you,” he whispers before holding your hips up, his feet splaying out in front of him and his hips thrusting upwards.

Your mouth hangs open even further as your brows knit together.

“Fuck,” you drag out as your voice bounces from the velocity of his thrusts. Seunghyun grunts as both of you feel the coil in your stomach beginning to heat up.

“Oh god,” you rest your forehead against his as your breathing turns into panting, both of you feeling the euphoria on its brink.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper as your eyes shut.

“Hold it, just another second,” he grunts again as his hips move incredibly faster, skin slapping skin as he hits your sweet spot as hard as he can every time, causing pleasure to override your senses, the only thing you can feel is the white-hot intensity of your orgasm building. Seunghyun can feel it in the way you clamp down on him.

“Fuck, cum for me,” he moans out, and with another thrust your orgasm bursts. Your body shakes, your toes curl and your eyes are screwed so tight they hurt. Your mouth hangs open as the over whelming pleasure rides in, forcing you to go rigid at how powerful it is. Within seconds Seunghyun’s own orgasm is following, filling you up with his own seed. His body goes still, holding you up as you take every last drop of it.

Both of you pant, foreheads resting together as your body are held together as one. Covered in sweat, raw emotion visible.

“I love you,” he whispers as he looks into your eyes.

“I love you too,” you whisper back, both of you finally admitting it to yourselves.

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HUSBAND BIG BANG A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Choi Seunghyun

A ⇴ AFFECTION

He was incredibly protective of you, Seunghyun liked to have his arm around you whenever the two of you were out in public especially so that he could make sure that you were safe and help you find your way around too.

B ⇴ BOYS

It was inevitable that when you met the boys that you would end up getting along with them, as Seunghyun gushed constantly about you before introducing you. They knew so much about you before they even got the chance to say hello, having listened to Seunghyun talk about you time and time again.

C ⇴ COMFORT

You knew that whenever you were going through a rough time you could turn to Seunghyun for support. He was great at giving you advice more than anything else, chances are he’d walked in your shoes at some point in his career, sharing his own story with you and helping you figure out how you wanted to fix things.

D ⇴ DOMESTICATED

There weren’t many jobs around the house that Seunghyun refused to do, if you needed a bit of help doing something, then Seunghyun was more than happy to step in. He particularly liked to do the more masculine jobs around the house, any chances that Seunghyun had to show off to you, he would snap up in an instant, making sure that when he completed the job, he had your eyes watching him too.

E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT

No one was surprised when the two of you ended up announcing that you were engaged, your friends had predicted that Seunghyun was going to propose long before he ended up doing it. For quite some time people had been asking when Seunghyun was going to hurry up and ask you to marry him, everyone knew that you were going to end up together, it was just a case of when you made it official.

F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING

Seunghyun’s favourite thing about being with you was that he knew in you he always had someone in his corner. You never left his side and supported him through absolutely everything which meant a load to him too. Whenever he began to doubt himself or worry about certain situations, Seunghyun knew that he could turn to you for encouragement, and also have you there to give him plenty of advice too.

G ⇴ GOING OUT

The two of you were definitely a couple who preferred to stay indoors and do your own thing. You both enjoyed the company of one another, and also the comfort of being in your own home too, often spending your evenings doing something simple like watching a film or cooking a proper meal together.

H ⇴ HONEYMOON

You both couldn’t wait for your honeymoon as it was a chance for the two of you to properly travel together. Although you’d explored a lot, tour usually got in the way, and so with your honeymoon you were keen to visit a few of the spots that you’d seen before, but never got the chance to explore whilst there.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

He loved to surprise you and remind you that he loved you. Seunghyun often wrote you letters or left notes around the house, finding that that method was the best way for him to express his emotions, never quite able to find the words to say aloud to you, without turning into a shy mess before you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

There were times when Seunghyun still got jealous after the two of you got married, he couldn’t help the incredibly protective streak that he had. Although he wouldn’t create a massive fuss about things, Seunghyun would certainly make sure to stand himself a little bit closer to you so that he could listen in on what was going on and offer his hand out for you to hold onto if you wanted to get a bit of help from him.

K ⇴ KIDS

After the two of you got married, starting a family was the most important thing to Seunghyun. He began to alter his schedule a lot to be able to give himself more time at home to be able to be around you, not only to give yourself more time to try for a family, but also to get used to spending more time at home too.

L ⇴ LAZY DAYS

As much as you tried to get Seunghyun to forget about work whenever the two of you had a lazy day, it usually ended up being pretty impossible. His brain seemed to constantly be in business mode, unable to stop himself from answering a call or replying to an email when it came to work. Some days, you ended up having to confiscate Seunghyun’s phone and laptop so that he could finally relax for a while.

M ⇴ MORNINGS

He was definitely the one that tended to get up earlier in the mornings, sneaking around to not disturb you. As much as he didn’t want to wake you up, Seunghyun’s heart still couldn’t help but flutter with excitement when you eventually showed your face, especially when you came down in his shirt too.

N ⇴ NIGHTS

It took a bit of time some nights for Seunghyun to switch off, and so when he was troubled, you’d lay with him and talk to him about absolutely anything until his mind closed off and finally allowed him to get some sleep.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Seunghyun was obsessed with your personality and how well suited you were to him. He loved how well the two of you got on, you were always just incredibly comfortable around each other like a proper married couple.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The moments of escapism were always the ones that meant the most to Seunghyun, the chance to just forget about everything else and enjoy time with you was never missed by him. He got so caught up in other things quite a lot of the time, the feeling of doing nothing with you was something he missed a lot.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Despite how busy he often could be, Seunghyun never let that stop him from making time for you, checking in on you as much as he possibly could and asking you how you were when he felt things changing too.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

To remember your wedding, Seunghyun bought a memory box for the two of you to fill with items form your day. From table decorations to a bit of the carpet that you walked down to get to the top of the altar, Seunghyun especially tried his best to save as much as possible to be able to retell your story one day.

S ⇴ SILENCE

The two of you were definitely comfortable in silence, sometimes it was actually what you both wanted in order to clear your minds a little. Words weren’t always needed between the two of you, sometimes just being in the same room with one another or laying down beside each other was more than enough.

T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS

Seunghyun’s biggest trick for making things work with you was compromise, and effort. It didn’t matter how busy the two of you could be sometimes, you never failed to dedicate the time and effort to your relationship.

U ⇴ UPSET

There would often be a moment of anger in Seunghyun when he saw that you were upset before reminding himself to be there for you.

V ⇴ VISITS

The smile on his face whenever you showed up at the studio to visit him was like no other. It was almost as if you knew quite a lot of the time when he was struggling for motivation, showing up at the right time.

W ⇴ WISH LIST

For Seunghyun, the one final thing that he wanted in order to make all of his wishes come true, was the start of a family for you both.

X ⇴ XXXX

He wasn’t someone that could just kiss you just because, whenever Seunghyun kissed you, he always made sure that you knew he was doing it because he wanted to remind you that he loved you and being with you.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the two of you were most definitely a team in everything.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Every night the two of you would fall asleep together cuddled up, you made sure to be cosy with one another, talking if you wanted to some nights, or other nights just enjoying falling asleep side by side together.

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Masterlist

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Adventures in Babysitting pt.5

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun x reader

Synopsis: A babysitting job turns into something unexpected…

Warnings: If you’re new to this series, the first chapter does contain Seungri as it was written prior to his exit from the group. He will not be mentioned in other chapters. Also, this chapter gets heavily PG-13. I cheated and skipped the graphic bits.

Author’s Note: This chapter is dedicated to the lovely @noonachronicles who is apparently suffering with some writers block. Hopefully, this might help. <3

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

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You were about to get up, afraid that you had possibly offended him, when Seunghyun took gentle hold of your shoulders firmly keeping you in place. And that’s when you felt it…. his lips pressing softly onto the side of your neck.

“I am very talented in many ways…” he asserted again, his breath ghosting across your heated skin.

You couldn't help but let out a choked little gasp when his lips touched your skin. You also had seemingly zero control over the way you automatically tilted your head back and to the side to expose your neck to him further.

Seunghyun's grip on your shoulders tightened.

“__________.” he murmured softly.

His voice was quiet and deep and it was as if it vibrated through to the very center of your chest. You squeezed your thighs together involuntarily, your brain temporarily stuttering for a moment.  His mouth was already on your neck again, peppering kisses down to your shoulder, his fingers came up to linger at the edge of your sleeveless blouse, your cardigan having been already discarded earlier when you returned to the hotel. You couldn't remember the last time you felt so affected by even just the faintest of kisses and touches. An almost painful fire was already pooling low in your abdomen.

“I want you.” Seunghyun told you, in that same low, silky tone.

You momentarily forgot how to breathe and your heart felt like it was about to burst.

His fingers slid up and down along your shirt strap, brushing the skin underneath. Head tucked into the crook of your neck, you could feel his breath sending tingles down your spine... each of his exhales like a pleasant little electric jolt to your system.

“Do you want me?” his fingers continued tracing the strap, though you noted (with a shiver of arousal) that he also slid it a few inches down toward your shoulder, pressing his lips to the vacated spot. Somehow you knew he was waiting for you to answer him.

You should have known a man like Seunghyun would make you say it out loud. It was both alluring and irritating at the same time.

“Yes...” you choked out finally, and had barely gotten the word out before he gently, but firmly, removed you from his lap with a soft push. Then, in one seemingly fluid movement, he stood from the sofa, grabbed you by the wrist & hauled you up to him, your bodies flush with one another.

“This doesn’t have to be this.” he said, face and voice serious. “You can back out at any time and we can go to our respective rooms... like nothing ever happened.”

You lifted onto your toes and pressed your hands to his chest, feeling the unexpected hard and lean muscle under his dress shirt. You moved your hands up to his shoulders as you pressed your body against his. As your heart pounded in your chest, you felt his hands move to your waist, pulling you tighter against him. He leaned in, and as his nose brushed yours, you closed the gap as an answer.

His lips were criminally soft as they molded against yours. You kissed him harder as you cupped his jaw, feeling a clean shaven face under your hands. He kissed with care, gently, as if he were as nervous as you were. Seunghyun took his time in exploring your lips before slowly trailing his tongue over your bottom lip. Your hands found his carefully styled hair and absolutely wrecked it & when you gently pulled at the tendrils, he kissed you with even more intensity.

Never had you been kissed like this, never had you been this affected by kissing alone. Seunghyun moved his kisses down your neck, grazing his teeth along the column of your throat. You held onto him tighter as a long, satisfied sigh escaped your mouth. His lips found your shoulder again, he groaned into it as he lifted you by your thighs & you wrapped your legs around his waist as he held you up by cupping his hands under your ass.

“Bedroom.” you managed to gasp as he found a particularly sensitive spot near your collarbone.

Seunghyun carried you across the living room and down the hallway, still messily kissing you as he went. When the two of you finally made it to his his room, you somehow managed to hit your head on the door frame as he attempted to get it open.

“Shit, sorry.” he said with a grin, setting you down gently.

You just laughed and rubbed the back of your head. “It’s okay.”

He opened the door and led you by the hand into the huge bedroom, kicking the door closed.

“Are you sure you're alright?”

“I’m fine.” you giggled.

Seunghyun dropped your hands, and pulled you in for yet another kiss, your mouths meeting with an almost punishing intensity. It took a minute before the two of you managed to find a rhythm, and then you felt like you were drowning in his scent, his warmth, and everything that was just him. He tasted faintly of the wine you'd both drunk, alongside notes of something else that was both uniquely his and far more intoxicating. He sucked your lower lip into his mouth and ran his tongue across it. You groaned, meeting his ferocity with your own.

You broke apart the kiss this time, and you both gasped, stopping to gaze at each other intently... his coffee-colored eyes meeting yours. Seunghyun brought his hand up around your chin, cupping your jaw lightly, as he moved his thumb across your lips, caressing them. He inhaled sharply as your lips parted and you took his thumb in your mouth and engulfed it... sucking hard and thoroughly, eyes never leaving his.

“Fuck.” he managed to bite out, his body jerking in surprise and sudden, furious need.

Feeling overwhelmed, Seunghyun pulled you against him and maneuvered the two of you so that your back was against the door. He moved to kiss the side of your neck, his hands drifting to graze your breasts through the fabric of your shirt.

“Seunghyun...” you moaned, your breath catching. “Please.” you didn't even realize that you were trembling with your own need. He paused, his forehead touching yours. When he didn’t return to kissing you after a moment, your eyes slowly opened. He was looking down at your face, eyes blazing.

Your heart fluttered.

And then he was kissing you again. It was rougher now. More frenzied. You reached up and gripped at his forearms as his tongue slid across yours again, mostly to steady yourself more than anything. If you let go of him it was entirely possible that your knees would give way and you would collapse. Or perhaps you would just melt into an aroused puddle right there on the hotel's ridiculously expensive floor.

There was now a painful throbbing sensation between your legs, especially when Seunghyun slid a hand down your side and to your waist.

“What is it? What do you need?” he asked breathlessly, peppering you with kisses as he made his way up to your ear, sucking at the lobe a little once he got there.

“More, please. I just... need more.” you begged again, your head falling back against the door.

His lips trailed over your jaw before hovering near your ear again, his fingers tightening on your hip.

“I can do more...”

He began to take purposeful steps backward, pulling you toward the bed. You stumbled in sync with his steps, still clinging to him, and you barely noticed when you fell onto the mattress.

For a moment, all was still.

Seungyun looked sinfully good. His trousers bunched tight around an obvious bulge, his shirt pulled across what you knew would be a chiseled abdomen. Even kneeling like this on the bed he was tall and sturdy, looming over you.

His chest moved rapidly as he took you in, eyes drifting along your body as if deciding what to do with you first.

You felt an electric thrill run up your spine while you waited for him to make up his mind.

He finally leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, surprisingly chaste as he dragged his hips away from yours with an agonizing slowness. You gasped against his mouth, threading your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails against his scalp, down his neck, and to his shoulders.

When he broke the kiss and looked at you again, you saw the glint in his eyes, the crinkle at the corners, and you knew that you were done for. A Choi Seunghyun smirk delivered by nothing more than a look told you everything that you needed to know about how he planned to have you...

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

You twisted under him, and the bliss hit like a freight train for the third time that night. You were floating in the ecstasy of your release, and it was only magnified when you felt Seungyun twitch as he met his own peak. He groaned, jerking his hips erratically as he came. His hands were hot on your skin and he held you close to him as you both rode out the last of the waves before going still, his body warm and heavy, but not unpleasantly so, on top of yours.

He collapsed on the bed next to you, clinging to you, and you to him, as he pressed tiny, winded kisses against your neck, your shoulder, your wrist. Every inch of you that his lips could reach without his body moving too much, they did. And your hands did the same, learning and cataloging every patch of his soft skin you could find.

“I’m never leaving this bed again.” Seunghyun announced, barely a whisper between kisses.

After a moment, he made his way up to your lips and kissed you until you could hardly breathe, his hands sweeping through your hair. When he finally backed off, he didn’t move far away. He reached out with lazy arms, pulling you into his chest, one of his hands still petting your hair.

Completely relaxed, completely exhausted, you let his steady breathing and his still rapidly beating heart lull you to sleep.

You awoke the next morning with an arm draped over your waist, nestled against Seungyun's chest, and to the sounds of his slow, steady breathing behind you. You were both also still very much naked.

‘Oh shit...’

It was time to think about all this, since thinking had gone straight out the window yesterday. From the moment Seungyun's lips had grazed your neck, all rational thought had completely stopped for you. Last night had been all about want and instinct... no pesky things like responsibilities involved.

Recognizing that it would be much easier to sort out your brain away from his presence, you wriggled experimentally in his grasp, testing just how easily you would be able to get away and to the shower without waking him. If you woke him, he’d open those dark brown eyes and give you that stare that seemed to melt you into mush, and your brain would probably be useless once again.

That thought was nothing short of terrifying. You prided herself on your brain. You needed it. Your career machinations that had led to your curating the Surrealist exhibit would not have been possible without your brain. And you'd never had someone else be so capable of easily switching it off, much less that someone be Choi Seunghyun.

Even more terrifying was that the way you currently felt about him certainly wasn’t just physical. You wouldn't go so far as to call it love, especially after just one night together. But, still... there was something there... just under the surface.

You continued to wriggle inch by inch, slightly more desperately now, but still carefully enough so as not to wake him.

There was a brief, heart-stopping moment where his breathing pattern changed and he shifted & you thought 'Well, so much for escaping to clear my head...', but then the slow, deep breaths returned and you successfully slid out from under the sheets. You hurried as quickly and quietly as you could to the en suite bathroom.

Once in the shower, you tried to let the hot water relax you. You let it soothe the tension in your shoulders and the soreness in your calves (the after-effects of having them wrapped tightly around Seunghyun's waist). And it did help relax your muscles, but your mind was still racing.

By the time the water began to run cold, you finally decided that you should probably tell Seunghyun about your burgeoning feelings. It wasn’t as though it was that great of a risk. You were approximately 98 percent certain that he reciprocated them, or at the very least, he was interested in you. But the nagging uncertainty was still there. For heaven's sake... you'd just met (and had sex) yesterday! And the thought that if you were wrong—and you weren't used to being wrong very often, but if you were—it could potentially make things very awkward for you in the art world for the foreseeable future.

Although... you reflected, it was probably already too late for that.

No, there was no real excuse. You had to tell him, but you would prefer to do it before his friends had the chance to figure out what had happened.

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Bigbang “You deepthroat them” (ot4)

Ask: Please do a bigbang reaction to you deep throating them!

A/N: This is more nsfw than what I have written in a while so bare with me if it’s rusty

G-Dragon/Jiyong: 

(I got lost looking through gifs because my dumbass forgot how beautiful Jiyong is)

His tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he felt you settle inbetween his legs, his lips curling into a smirk. Your fingers ran over the tattoos on his thighs and you leaned forward, kissing the tip of his cock gently. Jiyong hissed through his teeth, anticipation really starting to show as you wrapped your lips around him. 

You took him in further, hallowing out your cheeks and taking him all the way. Jiyong’s hips bucked and you swallowed around him in reaction. Your nose pressed against him and you looked up at him to see his expression. His head was thrown back and his hands gripped the sheets, soft sighs coming out as you pulled off of him again to catch your breath. 

“You treat me so well.” 

T.O.P/Seunghyun: 

Everytime you were on your knees, Seunghyun felt like a blessed man. As you waited for him to tell you what to do, your tongue peaked out and swiped over your lips. “Do what you want to dear. Show me what you can do without me.” He said, leaving you with an expression like it was Christmas morning. 

You took him in your mouth, slowly at first and definitely not letting up on the eye contact you knew he was a sucker for. Then you pushed further, taking him all the way and you could feel him in your throat. You concentrated your breathing through your nose, looking up at him to see his closed eyes. You bobbed your head, making his hips buck and he chuckled. 

“When I ask you truly deliver.” 

Taeyang/Youngbabe: 

Youngbae’s fingers were carded through your hair, guiding your kisses over his chest. You were slowly making your way to his cock and he was excited to say the least. Smiling up at him, you kissed his abdomen before taking him in your hand. “I feel like you’re teasing me.” He said and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Maybe a little.” You said softly and took him into your mouth. 

Deciding to makeup for the teasing, you took him all the way and your nose pressed against him. You could hear his surprised moans and his hands tangled into your hair again. Holding you on him for a little longer before pulling you off of him. Tears brimmed your eyes and you took him again. 

“God you’re full of surprises.” 

Daesung: 

Daesung was always all smiles unti you went down on him, then he turned on the seriousness. It’s like you activated a switch in him and you were activating that switch now. Your hands running over his muscular thighs as he stood in front of you. You looked up at him to see his expecting face before taking him all the way into your mouth. 

You took him in, further, further, further, all the way, until he hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly but kept him in your mouth and judging by his loud moans, he was enjoying it. You pulled off of him to catch your breath for a moment, hand wrapping around him to jerk him off while looking at him. Only for you to repeat your previous actions and making him gasp. 

“I don’t get how you manage to surprise me every time.”