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madammidnightsblog · 9 months

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BTOB Punishments

WARNING : Sex, listed what kinks are used, dacryphilla, sex toys usage, dirty talking, degrading, angry sex, jealousy

Minhyuk

Orgasm Denial

Minhyuk loves to cum until he can't, he loves the feeling of releasing on himself or the floor and made to lick it up like a whore but today he broke a rule. A major one. He went behind your back and went through your stuff. In your guy's house, privacy is important to both of you but today he went through your 'study' room, the room is actually where you hide your snacks and your gifts you were hiding until you got home and he had found the present you were hiding until his birthday but he found it, excitedly calling you to than you only to be scolded and told to be naked and on the bed by the time you got home.

He was tied to the bed, body glistened in the light from all the sweat and oil you've been smearing on him, your hand lazily stroking him, "You want to come, hm? You want to cum so badly, don't you? You look ready to burst any second, but Mommy won't let you, " Minhyuk's legs shook as the knot in his stomach grew tighter and his cries echoing off the walls, "No she won't and why is that hm? because whores like you aren't allowed to cum." You spat on his face.

Minhyuk was sobbing at this point, trying to do anything to get you to allow him to cum but all his words were drowned out by his whiny moans, "M-Mommy.. cu..cum... I wan...want to cum..!" Tears flowed down his face and a loud scream left his lips as you pressed a magic wand to his best red tip.

Sungjae

Spanking

He is known to be cocky and downright bratty so it's no surprise he is getting a punishment. Today was another petty trick from this boy but it was the last bit of your patients with him for the day and what he did was dumb. He thought it would be cute to masturbate in front of you when you were having an important zoom meeting with your boss and to make it worse, your boss even asked if you porn playing in the background because he wasn't being quiet about it, wanting you to know he was feeling good. You sent him a harsh glare which only made him smirk and cry out in pleasure, back bowing off the chair and head leaned back while his hand tightens around his base as he fucks into his fist.

After apologizing to your boss and telling him it was the neighbors going at it on their balcony, you both left the zoom. That's when you stormed over to Sungjae, grabbed him by the throat, "I fucking had it with you today." You growled.

Sungjae only smirked, "Really?"

You pulled away and sat back down before patting your thigh, "Over here. Now." You barked while reaching for your paddle next to the table, in a box of couch pillows.

Sungjae's cocky attitude turned into panic, begging for you to forgive him this time only for you to yank him by the arm so he would be next to you. Timidly, he slowly laid on your lap; Sungjae was already naked, so you didn't have to deal with unnecessary things like moving clothes. You then raised the paddle in the air before slamming it down on his ass and luckily, he knew to count every spank. His voice grew higher every time said the number, his ass was a bright red, and his dick was fully erected, precum smearing all over your pant leg. You would make a snarky remark about his erection while taking the paddle between his legs and gently slap his balls, making him yelp and squirm. He wasn't a big fan of the paddle but feel the cool leather on his balls has him pressing himself onto it and you just pulled it away with a chuckle, listening to him whine for it but just to recive a slap on the ass once again.

Hyungsik

Overstimulation

Punishments don't come often to him because he is usually obedient and overall, a sweet baby but there are times when he slips up. He wants you to monitor his sexual activity so touching himself and porn isn't allowed without permission and today you caught him watching porn in your shared room. The computer screen plays a porno as he sits back in his chair with his hand palming his crotch, his eyes trained on the screen and soft pants escaping his lips with every gentle squeeze to his crotch.

"Dirty boy." You whispered as you slowly pushed a small metal rod into his dick before gently tugging at the handle.

The overwhelming feeling of cumming four times already was enough to have him lightheaded and this, doing sounding was too much. He was close to cumming again. You wrapped your hand around his dick and his base felt thicker than before thanks to the rod and you couldn't help but let a small moan slip out at the thought of stuffing it more until he broke. Hyungsik threw his head back and gripped the bedsheets while closing his eyes, moans leaving his lips with every stroke you gave his cock. It was as if his cock was being pushed to its limits and you couldn't care less about it and just continued to toy it, wrapping your free hand around his purpling tip and twisted your fist slightly just to hear the choked cries from him. The cries and shaking had you wanting more, you just couldn't get enough of seeing him like this and to make it better, his glossy eyes could barely focus on you as they blink back tears just to see clearly.

"N-No more Mom-Mommy! F-Full... I fe-feel so full." He cried as your thumb tugged on the rod.

Changsub

Humiliation

Pictures and videos of him shoving a dildo into his sopping and needy hole was all you got from him when you were with your parents. So, you decided to cut the visit short and went home to deal with your brat. Once you stepped foot in the house, you could hear his desperate moans from the bedroom, so you stormed there to see him all spread out on the bed with the thick cock stretching his hole nicely and his head pressed into his pillow, whimpers and moans of your name leaving his lips as his neglected cock laid limp against his stomach. Once inside you had already made up your mind, you were going to punish him in a way he'll learn.

"What's wrong? I thought you liked taking videos?" You sneer as you video tape him getting fucked by a sex machine on the highest setting and a vibrator attached to his tip, "You seemed to like videoing yourself when I was gone."

Changsub was crying as the humiliation spread across his chest and it only made him harder. His teary eyes looked up at you, "I..I do.." he sobbed as you squatted in front of him to get a better view of his hole getting rammed. Lube dripping from all sides of his hole and the dildo making lewd noises with every thrust. His thighs were covered in hickeys and handprints, his ankles held open since they were tied to the bed frame to show off just for the camera and they shakily tried to close despite knowing it wouldn't work.

He knew no one but you two would ever see that video but knowing you were filming him getting all fucked out for a show made him feel some type of way, wanting to cover himself even though the voice in his head was telling him to show you how good he was feeling. The camera was so close to his cock, you could clearly see all the veins that formed along his length and how they pulsed in need, and it made you drool. You felt like you should have done this sooner just judging how close he is just from you holding the camera and telling empty promises to show his band mates and possibly his fans to show how much of a dirty whore he truly was.

Peniel

Teasing

Punishing him is extremely rare since he always follows your rules because he knows the rules are meant to be followed and he would never want to disappoint you. But today he had a bad day, the schedule was packed from twelve in the morning 'til nine at night, he barely had any free time even during the breaks, and he was just so exhausted so when you were clinging to him once he got him, he went off. Curses and yelling came from him which he regretted in an instant just seeing the dark look in your eyes and the frown that graced your pretty face. You could tell he was tired, but you missed him a lot since he has been so busy, but the outburst angered you, especially after he said some things he shouldn't of, and you knew you couldn't let it slide so easily. So, a punishment had to be put in place before any kind of destressing could happen.

"I-I'm sorry!" He cried as you pressed a vibrator to his nipples, the aroused buds standing tall and a cherry red from all the playing you have done.

A huge smile broke on your face from his cries. He was squirming around on the bed as you tease his nipples and then his cock, stimulating him as much as you can while telling him how hurt you are between every sloppy kiss to his cock, making sure that you got it all nice and wet. His hips were jerking every time you pressed your tongue against the side of his tip, swirling the tip of your wet muscle around as you ran the wand across his sensitive chest. His body shook slightly while he cried out apologies which you just drowned out as white noise while you pulled away from his cock to smile sweetly at him. He barely could keep his eyes open with every press of the toy to his abused nipples, his stomach coiling as pleasure builds up and threaten to break when your warm hand came in contact with his twitching cock.

"I'm sure you are." With that, you began to jerk him off while switching from nipple to nipple with the vibrator and your tongue.

Eunkwang

Public Teasing

He was never a fan of being dirty in public because it could ruin his image and also cause a huge issue for his work but when it came to punishments, he knew this was on top of the list. You never had many issues where you had to punish him with this method since you knew this was something that pushed some kind of boundary, but that week he was pushing your patients and you were running out of punishments that stuck more than a day. He is a friendly guy so the stylist noona's are aware of that but at times he can be flirty with them like this week he was, and it was getting you a little more than upset. First it was buying them coffee to randomly bring them flowers which normally didn't bother you too much but, to make it even more interesting is that he got them merch he paid with his own money. You had enough of this, and it made you extremely jealous, so he had to be taught a lesson. You knew he was doing most of this out of the goodness in his heart because he was a nice and sweet guy, but you also knew he was doing this to get a raise out of you and it worked. Eunkwang was happy to see the jealousy in your eyes and the glare you would send whenever he walks into the room after you witnessed his "acts of good".

He was biting his lip hard to the point he tasted the metallic taste of blood, and he couldn't help but moan. Your hand was in his pants as you guys sat in the back of the dressing room and you weren't alone, stylists and staff were up and about to get everything ready for the music video and there you were, jerking him off under the blanket that was laying across both of your laps. His eyes were trained on you as you shoved his pants and boxers to his knees, your hand still wrapped around his cock, "It feels good, doesn't it?" Your lips were pressed against his ear as your hand quickly went quicker, "Having your worthless little dick jerked off in a room full of people, wanting to gain all the attention of the ladies so you can give everything your pocket can offer. Worthless little bitch, you are mine. and only mine."

His lips slipped from his teeth as small pants and moans filled the row, "O-Oh fuck, no no,Mommy- please" he moaned as he bucked into your hand.

#x dom reader #sub kpop #sub male kpop idol #kpop boys #btob #minhyuk btob #btob eunkwang #btob peniel #btob changsub #btob sungjae #sub male idols make my knees weak #something about punishing cocky men makes me feel like a bad bitch #men submitting

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nunan-neomuyeppeoseo · 2 months

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ᗰᗩIᑎ ᗷOY ᘜᖇOᑌᑭ ᗰᗩՏTᗴᖇᒪIՏT

⊹⊰ &𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 ⊹⊰ 𝟤𝗉𝗆 ⊹⊰ 𝟪𝟤𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋 ⊹⊰ 𝟪𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 ⊹⊰ 𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌&𝗈𝗇𝖾 ⊹⊰ 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈 ⊹⊰ 𝖺𝗍𝖻𝗈

⊹⊰ 𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗓 ⊹⊰ 𝖻𝖺𝖾𝟣𝟥𝟩 ⊹⊰ 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗓𝖾𝗋𝗌 ⊹⊰ 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 ⊹⊰ 𝖻𝗍𝗈𝖻 ⊹⊰ 𝖻𝗍𝗌 ⊹⊰ 𝖼𝗂𝗑

⊹⊰ 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒 ⊹⊰ 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝟨 ⊹⊰ 𝖾'𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 ⊹⊰ 𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 ⊹⊰ 𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗑 ⊹⊰ 𝖾𝗏𝗇𝗇𝖾 ⊹⊰ 𝖾𝗑𝗈

⊹⊰ 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 ⊹⊰ 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝟩 ⊹⊰ 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾 ⊹⊰ 𝖨𝖭𝖨 ⊹⊰ 𝖩𝖮𝟣 ⊹⊰ 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖽𝗈𝗆 ⊹⊰ 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝟪 ⊹⊰ 𝗆𝖼𝗇𝖽

⊹⊰ 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗑 ⊹⊰ 𝗇.𝖿𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 ⊹⊰ 𝗇𝖼𝗍 𝟣𝟤𝟩 ⊹⊰ 𝗇𝖼𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 ⊹⊰ 𝗇𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 ⊹⊰ 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍

⊹⊰ 𝗈𝗇𝖿 ⊹⊰ 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗈𝖿 ⊹⊰ ��𝟣𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗒 ⊹⊰ 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 ⊹⊰ 𝗋𝗂𝗂𝗓𝖾 ⊹⊰ 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇

⊹⊰ 𝗌𝖿𝟫 ⊹⊰ 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾 ⊹⊰ 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 ⊹⊰ 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗋 ⊹⊰ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗓 ⊹⊰ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾

⊹⊰ 𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗍 ⊹⊰ 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 ⊹⊰ 𝗍𝗐𝗌 ⊹⊰ 𝗍𝗑𝗍 ⊹⊰ 𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 ⊹⊰ 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 ⊹⊰ 𝗏𝗂𝗑𝗑 ⊹⊰ 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗏 ⊹⊰ 𝗐𝖾𝗂

⊹⊰ 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 ⊹⊰ 𝗑𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 ⊹⊰ 𝗑𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 ⊹⊰ 𝗓𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾

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xmalekreader · 4 years

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Kpop x Male reader Master List

And some neutral ones

Kpopmalereader

Atinylandtostay

Xmalekreader

Juulforjisung

7ungmo

Boyfrvmthemoon

Lostboi-lostgalaxyi101

Xvvder

Boo-writes

Btsxmalereaders

Uwu-lovethorne-uwu

Hellishvu

Veenussposts

Malereaderoneshots

Bonnyskies

Hyunjaeluvr

Kpopforthe-truefans20

Btsxmale

Bts-x-male-reader-blog

Yougotnojams73

Freakandgeekuniverse

Tryingtobts

Lg-bts-cenarios

Danghyuk

Tuanstars

Carameloheachan

Jinki-hyuna

Softrainbowlove

Yongbaesundae

Nobodyeverasked

Kpopfashionandboys

Kpopcotton

Puppywritings

Yutosgiggle

Male-readers-like-Kpop-idols-too

Kpopidolsarehumanstoo

Leeknowstoomuch

Kpopxlgbt

Tofuwoozi

Softboithings

Pandabunfics

Xmalekreader

Ningningxx

Look-bopp

Yunhoshoe

Allreaders

Btsoff

Suga-glosss

Oni-bag

Z-z-z-ziaco

zhongli-simp-blog

Coldmilkcreamery

Malereadersstuff

pyeonghannie

Flowerearthsuke

Monscastle

Corovin

Rosasforyou

Bts-x-male-reader-archive

Straysmakemestay

Raurlyna

starboyyoongi

Bubblegumice

Dongsxcheng

Avewritesmr

isghwa

fuffly0nions

Seonghwa-is-babie

Koko-bopp

Kinq-tan

Warmau

Megatrashboyeros

Xavi-in-kpopland

LGBT-kpopimagines

Kpoporacle

renjuseyo

notonehorangdan

There are definitely some missing , if you know or have any blog that could be added please tell me to update it! (Last update; February 2021)

Also some of them have stopped posting but I still keep them here bc they have content

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chogiwakeupsheeple · 5 years

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BtoB’s Ilhoon; One Picture, A Thousand Words

Genre: Smut Pairing: Ilhoon x Male reader Words: 548

A picture says a thousand words, or so the saying goes. In this case, you would’ve preferred if Ilhoon had simply used his words.

AN: oh so you thought this would be fluffy based on the gif and title? hah, bamboozled again

Falling in love means doing stuff like going on spontaneous dates, endless flirting and staying up all night texting while feeling the butterflies in your stomach caused by a simple heart emoji. However, having been in love for a long time mostly consists of staying in, ordering takeout and watching bad rom-coms in your onesies; now that's what you and Ilhoon called a proper date.

The takeout had already been devoured but none of you intended to clean it, instead you left the boxes on the table as you continued watching whatever movie was playing. Or rather, you were watching and making stupid and, if you do say so yourself, hilarious comments along the way while Ilhoon was on his phone, scrolling through various social media. As the lead actress confessed her love to some other hot Hollywood actor, you couldn’t help but look over at Ilhoon and feel your heart fill with love. Being lazy with your boyfriend dressed in his silly onesie was the best date you could ever imagine - even if he fell asleep during the movie a couple of times.

The second movie of the night ended with the same cliché lovey-dovey ending as the previous one had, and you were just about to put on movie number three when your phone buzzed on the table. You weren’t initially going to check it, thinking it wasn’t anything important but then you noticed Ilhoon staring at your phone, then at you, then back to phone like he was mentally telling you to check. ‘‘What have you done now?’‘ you asked with a sigh and you could tell he was trying hard to act innocent. ‘‘Absolutely nothing’‘ he answered while failing to hide a smirk. You hesitantly grabbed your phoned and, sure enough, there was one message from Ilhoon with a picture attached.

‘‘Ilhoon?’‘

‘‘Yes, my prince?’‘ he answered with an even bigger smirk.

‘‘Did you... Did you just send me a dick pic?’‘

You had no idea why you were so surprised; you had seen his dick hundreds of times before on many occasions but getting a picture was new. Ilhoon simply laughed in response and scooted closer to look at your screen. ‘‘Looks good, doesn’t it?’‘ he asked, but you weren’t sure if he meant the picture or the penis; probably both. ‘‘When did you even take this?’‘ you asked, avoiding his question.

‘‘An hour ago in the bathroom’‘ he answered as he began rubbing your thigh softly, obviously trying to start something. ‘‘Babe, if you were in the mood you could’ve sent this an hour ago or, you know, simply have told me’‘ you remarked. ‘‘I know,’‘ he answered as he sneaked his hand closer to your crotch, ‘‘but where’s the fun in that?’‘ You couldn’t help but laugh at his silly attempt to woo you, but you had to admit that it was kinda hot having a picture you could now look at whenever you needed to. ‘‘Well,’‘ you began with a smirk, ‘‘I’d send you a picture in return but why would I do that when I could just show you the real deal.’‘ You caught Ilhoon swallowing hard at your remark, his eyes glued to your crotch while discreetly grinding down on the couch to get some much-needed friction.

AN: aaaaa I’m so sorry for just ending it there but I truly couldn’t finish it. I didn’t just want to just ditch it completely tho, so if someone likes this prompt and is interested in finishing it, then please do so! ❤️

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thisissammysblog · 5 years

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Tell me something about you and who's your bias from one of the groups below and I'll tell you if I ship you with them/who I ship you with.

Groups:

Astro

Ateez

Blackpink

Block B

BTOB

BTS

Day6

EXO

GOT7

Ikon

Mamamoo

Monsta X

Seventeen

Stray Kids

The Rose

VIXX

#kpop #gender neutral reader #astro #ateez #blackpink #btob #bts #block b #exo #day6 #got7 #ikon #mamamoo #monsta x #stray kids #seventeen #the rose #vixx #male reader #female reader

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99liners · 6 years

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peniel as a boyfriend

request: Anonymous said : could you please do a peniel x male reader imagine oh my god he’s so hot but he also makes me so soft 😭💕

genre: fluff, nsfw theme

a/n: haha he sure is hot. thanks for requesting!

warm hearted and gentle

committed and only wants lifelong relationships

super private

more secretive than NASA

keep feelings and opinions hidden from others

so understanding is the building pillar here

needs mutual understanding or he might be mistaken for a person who doesn’t wants to open

it’s not like he doesn’t wants to open up

more like he doesn’t feels the need

boy sees you happy, finds himself happy around you so what’s the need of talking about stupid emotions, eh?

that’s what the fool feels

practical and cynical

but can’t handle finances for the sake of god

help the poor boy

has a very positive and warm outlook towards life and love

towards you and his life goal is to see you happy

huge capacity of life

he’s like a water tank

loyal baby boy

requires a lot of space though and has the tendency of running away from potential arguments

but you’re like nope bitch you come back right here

and he retraces his steps and stares at you with a nervous smile

it’s not like you’re going to burst out at him and kick his ass

you just quietly walk him through all the problems that are arising, some cause of his behavior some cause of yours

he eases and works with you

but it’s like a circle okay, every time a conflict comes up

he’s there wearing his super expensive running shoes and ready to become usain bolt

kinda slow to show affection

he’s horrible with words

“you look presentable today”

“so you mean to say i don’t look presentable everyday?”

“no.. i.. you.. i meant.. good..better.. nice..”

he’s such a fool i swear

won’t open up unless you use your ninja tactics and bring out the feelings hidden deep inside him

yeah you’re a ninja, did i forget to mention? haha jk

or am i?

the greatest gift you can ever give him is your genuine affection and admiration

but beware, the road to gushy compliments only leads to st peniel’s disgust crossing

struggles with communication but you’re there to help him on every step he falters

type of gay? mhmm, let’s see, he’s the internally gay

likely to share gay feels with you very easily and gets his own gayness out of your gayness

wow you gay asses

hits blunt

“shit babe don’t tell anyone but i shower naked”

“you’re gay too? but i thought you’re just my boyfriend!”

yeah... i apologize for him... my stupid baby boy..

legit squealed once when he was with the other members in the conference room of cube ent with the ceo discussing a comeback

you dare ask why he squealed? it was you asshole

you sent him a gym selfie and there goes my boy yodelling

he enjoys the physical component of sex much more than the romantic/intimate portion.

highly visual and is turned on by immediately apparent stimuli –

your cologne

a swanky hotel suite that begs you to have sex in it.

not into anything too crazy sexually

but open to trying different things.

can err on the promiscuous side but if it requires work, forget it.

often jacks off alone when you send him pictures. no issue there

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

feedback is deeply appreciated.✨

masterlist | btob masterlist | rules | ask box

- jaimie

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atiny-piratequeen · 3 years

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Kinktober '21 Masterlist

The following below is my 2021 Kinktober list~ I've chosen from prompts sent to me or paid commissions from folks for this upcoming October. Please note I write for readers of all gender identities so the x reader works below that arent specified will have more specifications when that actual work is posted. This post will function as the Masterlist post for Kinktober 2021 and will be updated as such when I post the works.

If you'd like to be tagged in a particular work, I urge you to fill out my taglist form (18+ for nsfw works...which these all are)

I also will be posting works between this account and my multi account @nocturne-overtures so I'll have a small key so you know which work is going where before it gets posted!

🏴‍☠️= works posted here @atiny-piratequeen

🌌=works posted over @nocturne-overtures

Camboy Yeosang x Sugar Daddy Jongho 🏴‍☠️

Polyteez Breeding + Plugging Seonghwa (Night Shift Verse/NS Ch.11)🏴‍☠️

OT8 Polyteez x Dominant Reader- Vibrator + Semi Public Play 🏴‍☠️

Soft Femdom Reader x Mingi- Voluntary Feminization, Body Worship, Toys 🏴‍☠️

Daddy Kink Minhyuk (BTOB) x Felix- Spanking and Cumming from Punishment 🌌

Feifei x Seonghwa-Maid Uniform🏴‍☠️ (RP Verse)

Seonghwa x Jongho/Whiro-Consentacle Tentacles (Against the Tide Verse) 🏴‍☠️

Dom Hwa x Sub Felix-Breeding Kink 🏴‍☠️

Han Jisung x Hyunjin-Ice Cube Insertion, Healing Bondage, Sensory Deprivation🌌

Dragon Seonghwa x Reader-Predator/Prey Kink, Chase Kink (Consensual Hunt and Find)🏴‍☠️

Male Reader x Submissive Hanse-Cockwarming + Orgasm Denial 🌌

Reader x Yeosang-, Mommy Kink, Public 🏴‍☠️

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minachuuu · 2 years

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It’s Written In Our Contracts

❣It’s Written In Our Contracts❣

❤ Pairing: Heejin x Reader

❤ Genre: Angsty! And slightly suggestive, but ANGST

❤ Word Count: 7.5k

❤ Song Suggestions: Missing You by BTOB & Far Too Late by Carrie Hope Fletcher

“And where do you think that one’s going?” You pointed to the blue, clear sky above you, your finger following a plane far up crossing the canvas.

Your back was laying against the hard pavement of BBC’s rooftop, not precisely the most comfortable place in your work, but it let you enjoy the calm, cool breeze of a spring afternoon. The best thing though, was the one girl beside you that introduced you to the place, her brunette mane scattered around her sun-kissed face as her eyes followed the white dot above her.

“I don’t know…” Heejin sighed long after the plane was out of your view, her forehead puckering. She let her hands drop to her sides and you turned around to look back at her. “But definitely somewhere better than here.”

“C’mon!” You chuckled. “Not even my presence makes it a bit more bearable?”

“No! I mean, it does,” Her hand bolted to grab yours, intertwining your fingers, but a slight tint of red peeked on her cheeks, making her look away, stuttering. “It makes it a lot better actually, it’s just this damn company...”

The way the words fell from her mouth didn’t convince you at all. Which was weird, out of the two, she was usually the cheery out of both of you.

There weren't a lot of people that you could call friends here, but Heejin was one of the few. And you were willing to do anything for her, well, anything that your contracts allowed you to do.

“Oh! I just remembered that I have a ton of work left to do…” You mumbled, looking at her over your shoulder to get a glimpse of her reaction. An exaggerated groan exploding out of your mouth. “But where am I supposed to get someone willing to help me record some vocals right now!?”

“Isn’t the big studio kind of off-limits when there’s no activities?” She scoffed, clearly amused by your exaggerated acting.

“Not to producers…” You answered while standing up, rattling a key ring in your hand. “…and their guests.”

A glow sparked in her eyes, followed immediately by her bolting up to her feet. There she was, and the sole sight made a smile grow out from your lips.

“So you need someone to sing? Rap? What kind of vocals are we talking about?” She started sputtering, walking from side to side. “I can even sing low if you want a male voice… maybe? Unless you need opera, then maybe I can get Haseul to-”

“Heekki.” You interrupted her and her eyes snapped back at you. You tried to resist her increasingly cute and confused puppy face but it got the best of you, the last words coming out of you as a giggle. “I don’t need any opera.”

“So…” She raised her eyebrows, tilting her head. “Can I help you?”

“Let’s go.” You signed her back into the building.

She jumped on your back excitedly, making you stumble over your feet. It always caught you by surprise, no matter how many times she did it. Maybe it’s the fact that she shouldn’t, because according to your contracts, there was not to be a relationship outside of a work one between both of you.

It was incredibly stupid. According to the words plastered on the papers you signed, it was to protect fairness and integrity of the group. A producer having favorites could influence the outcome of the comebacks. Much less being a friend, and being more than that could warrant being fired immediately.

But of course you had favorites. While you didn’t have any problem with the ‘no friends’ rule that much, you had one. One that not even you thought would end up being your friend.

You walked the cold halls of the building side by side, keeping a distance between the both of you that screamed ‘only here for work’, while the glances you stole from each other said way more than that.

Not much had changed from your first days here, only a few people nod and bow to you, maybe half of them know your name and it’s because it has been plastered all over Loona’s albums in the last years. But everyone bows and happily greets Heejin, understandable, since the whole company basically started with her.

So when she first approached you, and stayed back at night just to chat with you after that first comeback's recordings had finished, it really stood up to you. But it was comfortable, like if you knew each other from way back.

You looked around in caution to both sides of the completely silent hall, turning the key to the dark padded room.

“Home, sweet home.” You sighed, letting Heejin inside before you.

She flicked up the lights, revealing all the fancy equipment that stood all around the carpeted room. She was there every comeback, but it never stopped fascinating her. Every time she was here she learnt something new and she was excited to learn even more.

“So…” You lightly bumped her shoulder. “What do you want to do?”

“Wait a minute-” She turned around to you, furrowing her eyebrows. “Didn’t you have to record some vocals or something?”

“It’s been a while since I really had any work so I lied a little. I just couldn’t stand seeing my best friend sad…” You shrugged, pursing your lips. “And I couldn’t also be caught cursing my own employer when someone else could hear me. But...”

You opened the door to the recording booth, signing Heejin to follow you in. While your hand passed through the bumpy walls that prevented waves to bounce and cause echo. To any untrained ears, this room was always weird to their hearing.

“Now that we’re in a completely isolated room, if you’ll excuse me,” You cleared your throat, slightly patting your chest. “Damn you Blockberry for making my Heekki sad!”

Heejin bursted out laughing, holding on to your arm and slightly slapping it at the same time. And hiding her face behind your back, she couldn’t let you see how red her face was, how much something as little as you calling her ‘Your Heekki’ affected her. And to think this innocent gesture could only happen behind closed doors.

“Your turn.” You nudged her. “Let something out.”

“Fine, hm…” She looked around, closing her eyes hard as she thought. A few seconds were necessary until she snapped back awake, cupping her hands over her mouth. “Damn you Blockberry for your stupid contracts!”

While you nodded and clapped in agreement with her, she tried leaning against you but her feet slipped and took you with her. The screams were quickly replaced with tummy-aching laughter as you rolled and tried balancing for both of you.

“Damn you Blockberry and your slippery floors.” She growled in between giggles while she held tight to your arms.

“I think someone’s in the mood to record a diss track.” You scoffed, getting yourself up. “Shall we start?”

She pushed you away while rolling her eyes. Her hand reaching for the monitoring headphones was your sign to get out of that room and into the studio.

With all the equipment ready to record, you look up to see her standing right infront of the microphone, her hand fidgeting over the pop filter as her glance gets lost somewhere in the distance.

“Whenever you’re ready.” You whispered to your microphone that arrived at her headphones. It made her jump, startled. Clearly not prepared to listen to your voice right in her ears.

“I didn’t know you were being serious about the diss track…” She sulked in her place, her giggle hiding how genuinely confused she was.

“I wasn’t.” You reassured her, seeing how her head tilted in curiosity. “I know you Heekki, just let out whatever you’re feeling, however you want.”

You watched as she let in a deep breath and let out an even deeper sigh, closing her eyes as she shook her hands and stretched her neck. When she looked back up, you could feel her glance over you, even across the thick panels of glass separating you from the recording booth.

“Another day passed today, nothing different. Being alone doesn’t feel awkward at all…” She started singing softly, sending a chill down your spine.

“Ah, I love that song.” You whispered without knowing that the talkback was on. But the ear-to-ear smile that appeared on her face confirmed that she was able to hear your comment.

“This is how I live as I long for you, long for you.” There was something about your best friend’s singing that made it your favorite. Something about how it really sounded like she was feeling every single word that she was singing. “I try telling myself that I’ll be alright. But at the end of the day, it’s you again.”

“And Heekki the rapper goes!-” You pumped her up as she kept singing, receiving back from her an eye roll and a smirk.

“My heart still wants you. Even after years pass, I still miss you. I still remember when we first saw each other, I still remember what you wore and how your hair looked.” But her gaze didn’t leave you, for a second it felt like she was singing it right at you. For you. “I pray for you every night and day, I hope that someday soon, I can see you once again, you’re still in my heart.”

No, it was probably you just hallucinating. It wouldn’t be the first time.

You would be lying if you said you had never thought about Heejin that way. As something more than just a friend. But you were quick to shut it up, shove it down.

It’s written in the contract how forbidden that is, and you respected each other’s work. Besides, there was nothing that said it could be anything more. Yes, you talked to each other all through the late nights but it was mostly because you couldn’t do much in person. Unless you were completely separated from the rest of the company, you couldn’t act very friendly together. And those occasions, like this one, were really scarce.

She was always in the spotlight with her group, and you were always working behind the shadows.

You were so immersed in shutting down your own thoughts that you didn’t realize she had stopped singing too. You shook your head, sighing.

“Bravissimo! I think that's the take!” You joked, making her laugh weakly. “Anything else that you want to?-”

“No, I’m good.” She cut you up, taking off the headphones and placing them behind the microphone.

You were expecting her to come back to the studio so you laid your headphones down too, preparing everything so she could listen to her improvised recording, but instead, when you looked back up, you found her screaming to the sky with her hands like fists to her sides.

You couldn’t hear anything, but you could barely make out the few words of ‘Damn you Blockberry for’ and the random assortment of ‘not’, ‘tell’, and ‘everything’ between lots you couldn’t make up.

Your eyes followed her out of the recording booth, coming out fixing her long and loose mane with just running her hand through it. And it stunned you enough to stare back at her speechless. You shook back your consciousness, unaware of the heat building up in your cheeks.

“So, would you like to hear?” You offered her, standing up from the producer chair.

“Wait, I get to sit here?” She pointed back at it, surprised.

“Yeah!” You offered her a gentle smile, shaking the chair slightly to invite her. “It’s called the sweet spot for a reason.”

You bowed down playfully, one of your hands pointing at the comfortable, black-leather chair and the other extended towards her. And taking your hand in hers, you guided her to sit down, not taking her view off of you.

She couldn’t help but laugh at the whole scene, but she couldn’t deny that it made her feel like a queen. But maybe it was something more about your touching hands than the throne-like chair.

“So we can add some reverb over here so it sounds like you’re singing in an empty cathedral…” You talked to yourself while you masterfully pressed buttons and moved the knobs and faders on the huge console. “And now we raise the volume…”

“With this one?”

“With this one.”

Your hands met on the one master fader on the side, making you snap your faces to each other. Glances locked on to each other, and smiles grew while with your hand over hers, you guided the fader up to let her voice fly out of the speakers.

“Like tangled hair after you get up, my days have become a mess too…” Her voice graced the room through the monitors, blessing your ear like if angels themselves were coming down from the heavens. “This is on you. I try to act like I’m fine…”

But neither of you faltered, your eyes stubborn enough to stay contemplating each other. Maybe you were able to focus on her better, maybe your faces were getting closer.

“How are you feeling?” You mumbled under your breath, somehow loud enough for her to hear.

“Better.” She whispered, her eyes quickly bolting to your lips and back up. “Much better…”

“I was thinking…” Your eyes looked around, nervous. “I know we technically shouldn’t but what if we went out together some day?”

“As… like on a date?” Heejin laughed, but shaked her head immediately, clearing her throat to try to hide the excitement the idea really caused her. “Like a friend’s date?”

“Well, yeah. We’re best friends, I find it kind of ridiculous that we have never seen each other out of this building.” You defended your case, trying to make it more casual than what it really meant for you. “If anyone asks we can say that it was strictly business related but-”

“Why would they care?” She interrupted you, scoffing. “Literally, why should we cover it up? It’s a stupid rule. I don’t care if they know.”

“So should I take that as a yes?”

“Of course it’s a yes!” Her smile to you was gentle, and it made the little mole under her eye crinkle. “I would love to-”

But the slam of a door pulled you both appart, jumping startled. You quickly pretended to press buttons over the console, while Heejin was the one responsible for looking at whoever had entered the room so violently.

“Ah! There you are.” One tall, sturdy man dressed in a shirt, tucked in formal pants entered the room. Heejin recognized him as one of the high executives of the company, immediately standing up and bowing to him. “Oh, hi Heejin! What are you doing here?”

You turned around, put yourself in between them. Just in case you were both caught in a position that could be argued as ‘something more than just work’, you would always put yourself as a first line of defense, but that threw all your relaxed stances out the window.

“Good afternoon Mr. Kwang.” You politely bowed, any trace of a friendly voice long gone from your tone. “Heejin was just helping me with some recordings, to test the new softwares that-”

“Ah, sounds great.” He cut you up, raising his hand as he talked to the girl behind you. “The girls have just arrived and they’re going to have a meeting in about ten minutes, you might want to catch up. I have to have a little talk with Y/n right here.”

“Of course Mr. Kwang.” She nodded, “If you’ll excuse me…”

And with that she swiftly got out of the room, noticing a pink envelope on the man’s hand. Keeping a gasp from escaping her mouth, she didn’t go far out, hiding behind the hall’s corner. As long as the studio’s door was still open, she could hear the entire conversation clearly enough.

“... good, very good indeed.” Heejin couldn’t hear the entire sentence. “So good in fact that the bad news is not going to feel so bad after you hear them.”

“There’s bad news?” She could hear how you tried to keep the nerves, the shakiness of your voice to yourself. But she knew you way too much.

“Well, we received word that there’s a producing house looking for you over in America, after listening to your work with Loona, they’re really interested in working with you, we heard they pay well!” The man kept explaining in a voice that was impossible to distinguish stocked from condescending. “We, on the other hand, feel like it’s time for Loona to expand their musical horizons with some new and fresh faces on production. And well, maybe that brings a bit of a breather to the budget.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand…” You muttered, the sound of paper being handled and folded barely perceptible against the conversation.

“And as a thank you, for everything you did for Blockberry and the girls we would like to pay for your flight to America for you to take on this new opportunity!” His volume kept rising, contrasting with your lowering stutters of distrust. “We think it would be a bummer if you missed it because the recruitment is so soon.”

“How soon?”

“In two days time.” The man shrugged. “The flight will leave tomorrow’s evening so you’ll arrive just in time.”

“Wait… that means I won’t work with you anymore?” Those words, coming out of you almost like a cry, was what made Heejin turn the corner, finally letting herself see the snippet of the conversation that the door allowed her.

You looked so small in comparison to that man, and it didn’t help how slumped you were. From all the way across she could see you shaking your head, your hands fidgeting over themselves as they trembled, a sign she knew perfectly from when you weren’t comfortable.

But the man giggled as he finally handled you the pink envelope, leaving it over your shaky hands.

“Y/n, You no longer work for us.” He explained, the words immediately turned your face completely pale and Heejin’s heart dropped to the floor. “Congratulations.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

One in the morning and the doorbell wasn’t stopping, ringing like crazy as you tried not to trip with all the boxes scattered through the floor. You could feel the dark circles under your eyes starting to form, the sole sight of everything that was still left to pack making them a shade darker.

Opening the door, you found a disheveled brunette with her breathing trying to catch up with her.

“Heejin?” You gasped, seeing her as tired, if not more than you. “What are you doing out here so-”

“I thought you were already gone!” She gasped, jumping to your arms and almost bringing you down with her. “You weren’t answering my messages so I thought that-”

“Sorry, I can’t find my phone in this disaster.” You tried calming her down, passing your hand through her hair. “But I’m still here.”

You could sense her arms tightening around your shoulders, as if she was refusing to let you go. Even her chest tightening against yours, you knew her enough to know she was only keeping herself from crying.

“Heekki…”

“I just wanted to congratulate you!” She jumped back, her eyes completely void of any feeling. And that scared you a bit. “This sounds like such a huge opportunity right?!”

“Yeah…” You couldn’t bring yourself to react genuinely when the congratulations didn’t feel genuine either. “But it’s still hard to grasp, it was so sudden.”

“They didn’t even let you say goodbye...” She muttered, every word of her filled with an underlying anger. “But screw them, I wanted to make sure I did. I know I shouldn’t even be here, like, I know my contract doesn’t let me but that’s just a really stupid rule that I refuse to avide by any longer, Blockberry can’t keep me from-”

Now it was you who tried to keep the tears inside your eyes, as you reached for her and stopped her nervous rant by pulling her into a hug that she accepted immediately.

You stayed there for a while, words stuck in both your throats. After all, there’s not much you haven’t told Heejin as your best friend, but at the same time there are so many things that you wish you did.

She felt the same. If only there was more time, maybe a timeline where you could have been normal friends. Not those confined to the closed doors of the company’s rooms.

And at the same time, how many questions were left hanging in the air? Was this your last hug of the year? Of your life? Was this a permanent thing or just temporary? Did you even have any say on it?

“It’s late Heekki…” You whispered, gently patting her back. “You should be going back to your dorm.”

“You owe me a date Y/n.” She pulled apart, her hands still glued to your shoulders. “And I don’t think you have a lot of time to pay it.”

“Right now?” You chuckled in disbelief. “It’s too late to go anywhere right now!”

“Maybe we don’t have to go anywhere.”

“But this place is a disaster, I have to clean all of this before I-”

“I’m starting to think you don’t want to spend time with me!”. She crossed her arms above her chest, raising her eyebrows defiantly.

“No! Of course I would like to but…” You scanned around, boxes labeled to be shipped and bags of trash ready to be thrown out covering the floor. “I just don’t think you would like to help me clean-”

“Y/n, I don’t care.” Her eyes locked on yours, offering you a soft smile. But she swallowed hard, avoiding your sight before continuing. “I just want to spend every minute that I can with you. Every second that those stupid contracts took away from us.”

Her cheeks flooded with heat, and it didn’t go unnoticed by you. There was something about her energy, like if the Heejin right in front of you wasn’t the one that was your friend. She kept to herself her gestures, emotions… like if she was hiding something.

But you let her in anyways, her eyes scanning around your apartment. You observed as she took in the new sight, it was the first time you saw each other outside work, the first time she was in your home, and probably the very last too.

She turned around, tears hanging on to the border of her eye, and in the most forcefully cheerful voice you had ever heard from her, she sighed.

“Well, what should we start with?”

Two pairs of hands were faster than one. And together you managed to complete in two hours what you thought would take you five.

But it was silent, awkward. The glances she was stealing from you were intense, always full of something that you never quite understood but pierced you in your chest.

And the touches were slow, careful. Always straying between the fine line of being afraid that someone might catch you, either because they still felt like they were going against a contract, or because they were turning far from innocent and friendly.

It just felt awfully surreal. You woke up this morning thinking that it was just going to be another day that would fade with the others, and now you were packing because you were moving to the other side of the world, with the help of this girl that you used to call best friend but now you weren’t even sure if that was true either.

Was it because you really had no chemistry outside of work? Or because it was turning into something more? It’s not like you had much time to discover it anyways.

You both launched yourselves on the couch, letting out a deep, tired breath. Your eyes were heavy but your mind was even more awake than ever, always on the guard for Heejin’s next movement.

“I can’t believe this is it…” The words escaped out of her mouth as a whisper, her gaze lost in the ceiling.

“What was that?” You shuffled closer to her, leaning your head over your hand.

“We just spent two hours packing everything and my mind still doesn’t believe that…” She sighed, looking back at you. “That you’re leaving.”

“Heekki…” You hesitated for a second before reaching for her hand, softly caressing it with your thumb. The tenderness of your words combined with the delicate stroke of your hand made her heart accelerate out of her chest. “It’s okay. We’ll be okay. I heard some of the new producers coming, and they’re pretty great, they’re hardly going to miss me-”

“I’m going to miss you…” Her voice broke, tears slightly peeking from her eyes.

And finally back in her eyes you could see the truth. And it wasn’t pretty. She looked broken, mad, even more than you. And you didn’t want to see her like this, but there was nothing in your power that could change everything.

“I’m going to miss you too.” You responded, reaching her cheek to clean up a rogue tear that had escaped.

Her hand bolted up to keep yours in her cheek, as she softly snuggled up to it. Breathing deeply as to control the continuous flow of tears coming down her eyes.

It was when a sudden shimmer coming out of your shirt’s pocket caught her attention, that a playful but weak smirk appeared on her lips.

“I’m guessing you're not going to need this anymore.” She reached for the gleam, getting out the key ring that had the studio’s key.

“Crap! I forgot!” You gasped, reaching panicked for the key, but Heejin stretched her arm to keep you from it. “Heejin!”

“I’ll give it to them!” She giggled, climbing up the couch. “After playing a bit of course.”

“Heejin, they're going to kill me!” You launched yourself against her, only to have her jump up.

“They can’t!” She giggled the keys to taunt you. “You no longer work for them!”

“Well, they’re going to kill you because you shouldn’t be hanging out with me!” You sprinted behind her, ensuing a chase around the now empty but box ridden apartment.

“My contract only says I shouldn’t be hanging out with employees!” You had her corralled as you chased each other around the table. “And you’re no longer an employee!”

“Well, that’s better for me.” You growled, “Because that means I can finally do this!”

You reached your hand to her, barely grabbing on to her arm. She tried her best to set herself free, but you pulled her to you and surrounded her with your arms.

“Y/n let me go!” She struggled against you.

“Not until I get those keys back!”

You tackled each other around the room, until the coach was once again on your way. Trampling over it, she was left wrestling with her back against your chest.

Finally reaching for her hand, you took the key ring and quickly shoved it back into your shirt pocket, closing the one button that kept them from being stolen again.

“Ah! Y/n, you’re no fun!” She punched your arm playfully when she realized her plans had been ruined.

“I’ll use them as an excuse.” You tried to calm her down, with your arms still around her shoulders. “I’ll make a quick stop at the company before heading to the airport with the excuse of returning the keys, and maybe I can take advantage and say my goodbyes.”

“You promise?” She turned around, placing her hands over your chest and the pout that grew over her lips was incredibly adorable. “You’re going to come say goodbye to me?”

“I promise.” You chuckled.

Heejin let herself drop over you, snuggling each part of her body to yours. The whole ordeal caught you by surprise. Of course you had hugged each other before but never really… cuddled.

“Heekki,” You stammered nervously as she kept finding her most comfortable position. “What are you-”

"Blockberry fired you…" Heejin tilted her head, her eyes full of curiosity and if you knew your best friend enough, she had a new idea shining in them.

"Well, yeah. You don’t have to spit on the wound" You shrugged, "But why are you-"

"Because it's finally not against my contract to do this." She took your arms and placed them around her waist, snuggling even closer to you, releasing a sight as she finally found herself comfortable.

You let all of that happen, unable to hide the redness of your cheeks increasing. Your eyes went back to the room around you, trying to find anything to capture your attention, but your attention was elsewhere.

It was all over the girl in between your arms, and the way her breath seemed to match your coordinated heartbeats. How the one light of the living room glossed over her bare skin, one that not everyone had the privilege of looking at from up close.

And you didn't hold back the little kiss that you planted over your best friend's cheek, noticing how her breath halted and her body stiffened as you hid your face in her neck.

"Y/n!" She chuckled, hiding her face with her hands.

"Well, now I don't have a contract that keeps me from doing that either so…" You responded with a gentle smile and breath tickling her.

When you looked up, you found her looking back at you over her shoulder with a new gleam that you had never really seen before on her. It was filled with hope and questions begging to be answered. Slowly raising your face to meet hers, you found yourself just inches apart, each other's breaths warming your faces as your glances couldn't keep themselves from bolting up and down from your lips.

You felt your heart speeding up, like someone hitting the accelerator at full force on your chest as the distance kept closing in, barely existing. The brush of your noses together and the one second that felt like an eternity where you both waited for the other to pull back, but neither did.

You closed your eyes, feeling the delicate and scared brush of her lips against yours. Damn, they were even softer than you had ever imagined them. Quick, unsure, just like a careful caress full of fear that only made both your desires ignite.

Your eyes met each other paralized, surprised at what you had both just done.

"So…" She swallowed, in a shaky whisper meant for only you to hear. “They can’t fire us for doing this?"

"Not if they don’t know," You shook your head gently, your thumb caressing the skin under her shirt. One sensation that you never thought how much you wished to feel until now, not even Heejin knowing how much she wanted it too. "And even if they did, what do you want to do that would make them fire you?"

“Everything.”

With a bolt traveling down her spine, one of her hands cupped your cheek and without any worry clouding her mind anymore, she placed her lips over yours with more confidence.

And this time neither of you held back, it wasn't just a light brush but your lips fully dancing together to the coordinated beats of your accelerated hearts. Like they had finally found where they belonged, where they fitted perfectly.

Your hands fully traveled up her shirt like her own skin and movements over you where calling them to, and eager to taste as much of her as your time left here would allow you, you pulled her even closer, as close as having a body allowed your hearts to be.

It wasn't where neither of you decided to stop, somehow she was straddling you, and the bites you were leaving on each other's lips somehow felt like complaints, laments even.

Why lie to yourselves for so long and hide it all under the label of best friends? Why wait until the last moment to let it all out? And if you wanted to do everything you could have done if you had more time, would that be going too quick, or going way too slow?

The night was completely ignored and tossed away, just like everything that stood in your way: Insecurities, clothes, questions, words… time.

Oh, if only you had more of that last one.

When Heejin opened her eyes to the sun peeking out of the windows, she was lying in between the white and warm sheets of your bed. A smile creeped up her lips, only to fade away immediately after reaching beside her and finding your side cold and empty, two sealed suitcases with a neck pillow and a handbag resting over them already waiting neatly beside the door.

Getting up and getting dressed with the first things she found, she sat at the edge of the bed, trying to recall how much her night had gone completely different to what she had planned to. She was supposed to wake up on her own bed, in her own apartment, probably getting ready to go to practice or to the gym or going anywhere that could get her mind out of the fact that your flight was just mere hours away. She would've sent you a good luck text, turn her phone off and try to ignore the possibility of never seeing you again.

But instead she found herself one closed door away from you. With a peek of a life that could have been hers if only things were different.

And what she couldn't stop thinking about is, if you had been feeling this way about her all this time too, that maybe things would be different if only she had said something in time. Anything.

She took a deep sigh, prompting herself off the bed and walking towards the door. And each step was slower, filled with so much uncertainty and maybe even… grief.

She turned the handle, peeking out the door only to catch you with the corner of her eye over at your apartment front door, talking to someone.

You thanked this person, closed the door and turned around, completely bathed and awake. Your eyes widened at the sight of Heejin wearing your shirt and her jean shorts as she stepped out of the bedroom's door.

Something about her hands fidgeting in front of her body, her glance avoiding yours while being completely magnetized as she walked towards you, made a melancholic and semisweet smile grow over your face.

"Good morning…" You whispered, walking towards the kitchen aisle with a bag in your hand as you placed it over the counter. Heejin could sense the tension in your voice, confusingly intertwined with so much care and love in it. "I don't have any food left here so I ordered so we could… eat breakfast together before I have to take my taxi to the airport."

No kiss good morning, on the cheek or any mention of anything that happened between each other last night.

You carefully placed her takeout container in front of where she sat, offering her one quick and soft smile before sitting straight in front of her.

Opening her container, she was met with a warm and hearty bibimbap. With exactly the sauce and vegetables she liked the most, like if she had ordered it herself. It shifted something in her heart just knowing how much you knew her.

She just stared across the table, disappointed that you were so lost in your own food, staring at the counter in complete silence. And it stayed like that while you both ate, her eyes not leaving you in hopes that you could look up at her at any moment.

Her patience was wearing thin, and it was only when she saw you lift the plastic container up to get the last bits of your breakfast that something snapped inside of her.

"And what if you stayed?" Heejin slammed her hands over the counter, making you jump at her sudden hostile tone. "What if you didn't leave?"

"What?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"We'll get you a place to stay," She scrambled her hands right in front of her, panicked. "You can stay with me if you want, I don't have a problem with that-"

"Heekki…" You chuckled, thinking the brunette's words were only jokes, one of her usual dramatic sketches.

"It's not like other companies, bigger companies, haven't offered you to work with them…" But her tone was getting even more serious, it wasn't breaking or succumbing to your chuckles and her eyes refused to even land over yours. "You don't have to work with Blockberry anymore if you don't want to, so nothing can really stop us from-"

"What are you talking about?" You finally let down your meal, the question making Heejin gasp as she finally snapped her head back to yours.

"Y/n! We can't just-!" She raised her voice, jumping out of her chair. "I'm just saying your little vacation can wait until we sort out… this!"

"Vacation Heejin?" You bolted up from your seat too, shaking your head at the words coming out of your… you didn't even know what she was for you anymore. You swallowed hard before rubbing your temples. "It’s… It’s a huge opportunity that we’re talking about!"

"I was there when they told you! I know your little leaps and that little smirk over your lips when you’re excited and happy about something and there was nothing of it!" Her eyes started crystalizing, especially now that she knew what it was like hearing you whisper in her ear about all you love, all you want. “You don’t want this!”

"And what do you know about what I feel?!” You defended yourself, crossing your arms. “What makes you think you know me better than I know myself?!”

"Because…" By this time, tears were fully out and rolling down Heejin's cheeks. "Because I have spent so much time by your side, I thought I knew you like the palm of my hand! You call me best friend, we sleep together one night and suddenly you act like we don’t know each other? Are you going to pretend like I never existed in your life?!"

"What?! No! Of course not, I just thought that since I’m going we shouldn’t…" You stepped back, genuinely taken aback by the girl's words and behavior. “Where is this all coming from so suddenly Heejin?"

“How are you okay with it?! How can you just go away and leave us all behind just like that?!” She argued, her hands trying to keep the tears from escaping further from her eyes. "You get praised by someone out there and suddenly think you're too big and important for us?!"

"I… I thought you would be happy for me." Too confused and guilt driven to keep arguing with her, your tone became a gentle and hurt mumble. "Heejin, I just don't know why you're so mad at me."

"Dammit Y/n!" She threw her arms down, turning her back on you before groaning and screaming to the sky. "I wish I was mad!"

She snapped back to you, cleaning her tears with the back of her hands and stomping her way to you.

You stood your ground, still terrified at whatever she could do to you. You wish you had more time to let her know about the job offer, about you moving away, about your feelings…

So when, instead of a slap straight to your face her starved lips crashed against yours in fury, your mind flooded with every single image of your night together. You stumbled back, but her hands cupped both your cheeks with no intention of letting them go and your arms snaked around her waist with every intention of staying that close to her.

You didn't come apart until your lungs pleaded for air, and only then you realized the stream of tears coming out of Heejin's eyes.

She leaned her forehead against yours, and in her best attempt to let any words out of her mouth, she breathed deeply, focused on the rubbing of your thumb over the skin of her back.

"I'm just too late…" She sobbed, tightening her eyes shut.

And not even looking back at you, she pushed you back, turning around grabbing her purse and phone. She stumped her way into your front door between sobs.

"Heejin-" She heard you mumble under your breath before disappearing from your sight behind the door that she herself slammed with her unchecked force.

Neither of you wanted that to be your goodbyes, but nothing ever goes as planned.

Heejin didn't even go back home, but walked through streets she was sure no one would recognize her in. She tried stopping her sobs for so much time that suddenly her eyes dried up, letting no more flooding out of them.

So she strolled with her red eyes and zombie-like energy until she arrived at a street familiar enough for her. A soft hum appeared on the horizon, and as it approached, the clear engine of a plane adorned the air with its characteristic roar. Only this time there was no one pointing back at it as it crossed the sky, asking the now incredibly painful question of 'And where do you think that one is going?'

Somewhere better than here. She answered herself.

The door to the company’s building opened up for her, letting her inside the cold halls of faces that all knew her name and stared back at her like if she was a zombie roaming through the halls.

It was ingrained in her mind, how she would always walk first to the studio to see you, at least for five minutes every day. Those five minutes were enough to feed her undying crush for so long.

The ghost sensation of your hands still roaming all over her body didn't leave her. And she didn't want it to. She wanted to hold up to anything yours as much as she could. And clutching the fabric over her chest, she discovered she was still wearing your shirt.

A metallic rattle caught her attention, a silver gleam peeking out of her pocket. Undying the button, she found the key ring that opened the studio.

And she didn’t have to think about it that much, she wasn’t supposed to go in there without a producer but the last thing she cared for right now was her contract. In fact it was on the top of her ‘Things I despise’ for now.

The studio received her silent and even colder than the rest of the building. Funny enough, because she could swear it was always warmer when you were there.

She sat on the chair, pulling out from her memory the buttons, knobs and faders that you always clicked to bring all the technology to life. And when she raised the volume fader, she was met with nothing but her own voice blasting through the speakers.

“I’ll let it all out so I can feel relieved…”

Heejin opened the faucet to her eyes, just laying with her arms crossed over the console as she listened to herself.

“I try telling myself that I’ll be alright, but at the end of the day, it’s you again.”

It had only been a few hours and her mind didn't register that she wouldn't be able to see you tomorrow and… at least apologize.

“I still remember when we first saw each other, I still remember what you wore and how your hair looked, I pray for you every night and day, I hope that someday soon, I can see you once again.”

She didn't mean them, any words in the discussion you had back at your apartment. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t try to keep you here with her. It all sounded so selfish when she repeated it over and over in her mind. Of course she was happy for you, of course she knew you couldn't stay as much as she wanted you to do. She knew, or at least she tried to convince herself that you weren't abandoning them, you had become great friends with all of them, with her. And it could have been so much more than just that. If only there was more time…

The room felt silent after the recording ended. But Heejin knew there was still a part of the song that she forgot to record yesterday. And between sobs, she laid her back on the chair, sighing.

“I try to act like I’m fine, but my depressed face and your traces that are everywhere…” She swallowed, hugging herself and your shirt close to her. “That’s all on you, I still can’t forget you…”

Dead silence, to any untrained ear the lack of echoes could drive one mad, but it was like if she could hear her own thoughts what drove her even crazier.

“Come back to me.”

#loona scenarios #loona imagines #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #loona heejin

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star-suh · 6 months

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Lee Minhyuk

sloppy problem

#lee minhyuk x male reader #minhyuk x male reader #huta x male reader #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut #btob x male reader #lee minhyuk x male reader smut #huta x male reader smut #minhyuk x male reader smut

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ldrei · 1 year

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Imagine minhyuk being needy and gets clingy and gets jealous when you call your friends 😭

And yes I’m I love with a 32 yo man 😭

#btob x male reader #btob minhyuk x male reader #lee minhyuk x male reader #K-pop x male reader

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malereadersstuff · 4 years

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🔻MY PERSONAL LIST OF GN/MALE READER KPOP WRITERS🔻

🔻 I've been following most of them for a long time and everyone needs to know these amazing people 🔻

🔻I won't go too deep, just mentioning the groups they write for and if they accept suggestive stuff🔻

❗ DON'T FORGET TO CHECK THEIR RULES BEFORE REQUESTING ANYTHING ❗

I'll smack u in ur face if u won't

@koko-bopp ° ATEEZ, BTS, DAY6, EXO, GOT7, NCT, Stray Kids, THE BOYZ, TXT, VIXX and ect. • accepts NSFW °

@puppywritings ° BTS, NCT, Stray Kids, Pentagon • rarely accepts NSFW, male!reader only °

@boyfrvmthemoon ° ATEEZ, A.C.E, ASTRO, iKON, INFINITE, NCT, NewKidd, ONEUS, Stray Kids, SEVENTEEN, VICTON, Wonho, Bully da Ba$tard and ect. • accepts NSFW for TOP!READERS °

@monscastle (old @atinylandtostay) ° ATEEZ, Stray Kids, TXT, ITZY, (G)I-DLE , Golden Child, THE BOYZ, SEVENTEEN, MCND and ect. • does NOT accept smut °

@xvvder ° BTS, NCT, Stray Kids, MONSTA X, TXT, ATEEZ, VICTON • accepts NSFW °

@kachuwritings ° currently writing for Stray Kids and ATEEZ • accepts NSFW °

@chocolvte ° NCT, Stray Kids, SEVENTEEN, BTS, TXT, EVERGLOW, ITZY, (G)I-DLE, Red Velvet, THE BOYZ • does NOT accept smut °

@lostboi-lostgalaxyi101 ° BTS, NCT, ATEEZ, Stray Kids, MONSTA X, SEVENTEEN, EVERGLOW, BLACKPINK, DAY6, SuperM, SF9, TXT, Pentagon • accepts suggestive/semi smut °

@male-readers-like-kpop-idols-too ° BTS(currently not writing for), SEVENTEEN, GOT7, Stray Kids, MONSTA X • does NOT accept smut °

@vanillaknj ° BTS, GOT7, ATEEZ, Stray Kids • accepts NSFW, but ONLY for dom!readers °

@kpopxlgbt ° 2PM, AOMG, Jay Park, ChaCha, Hoody, Loco, Grey, Simon D, Monster Woo, Dabin, Christian Yu, f(x), SHINee, VIXX, GOT7, Eric Nam, FT Island, SEVENTEEN, CN Blue, MONSTA X, Wonho, Dean • accepts NSFW °

@kinq-tan ° BTS, GOT7, EXO, MONSTA X, Stray Kids, SEVENTEEN • NOT writing for dominant/top readers °

@veenussposts ° ATEEZ, Stray Kids, Pentagon, NCT, VICTON, AB6IX, THE BOYZ, SF9, SEVENTEEN, ONEUS, CIX, TXT, VAV • accepts suggestive requests °

@everythingkpop2x ° BTS, NCT, GOT7, MONSTA X, ASTRO, TWICE, Stray Kids, Red Velvet, ITZY, B.A.P • accepts NSFW °

@yourfellowkpopfiend ° ASTRO, ATEEZ, BTS, EXO, ITZY, MONSTA X, NCT, ONEWE, Stray Kids, SuperM and ect. • does NOT accept smut °

@99liners ° BTS, NCT, EXO, GOT7, SEVENTEEN, BIGBANG, iKON, TWICE, ATEEZ, TVXQ!, BTOB • does NOT accept smut for mxm °

@malereaderoneshots ° Stray Kids, NCT, DAY6, MONSTA X and ect. (ask before requesting) • prefers NOT to write smut °

@nctzendreamz ° NCT BTS, MONSTA X • not sure if they accept NSFW °

🔻feel free to correct me if I wrote something wrong or suggest other writers you know so I could add them here🔻

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jiwonthirst · 6 years

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Rules

Please leave if you are under the age of 18. I don’t care if your Korean age is 19 but you’re 17. If your international age is not over 18, please leave my page now. This is a place where nsfw content is held and minors are Absolutely Not Allowed To View It.

I will not tolerate any racism, sexism, transphobia, body shaming, Islamophobia, etc on this page. If I do happen to say/reblog something problematic, bring it up with me. I have been wrong before and am fine admitting my mistakes and removing the content.

On the gender of the reader in my self insert writings:

If you ask for something involving the reader, please know that if you do not state the gender of the reader, I will do my best to keep them genderless. That is, no pronouns and as little mentioning of the genitals and chest possible. I’m perfectly happy to write about trans people, pre or post op (whatever operation that may be considering theres so many that trans people can choose to do) as well as just cis people.

I do ask that if you want me to write male or female readers, that you say whether they are cis or trans. Otherwise I will just randomly pick if they are cis or trans myself. By default, I will write binary trans reader inserts as being on HRT and having had chest surgery but no bottom surgery. If you’d like it to be changed to suit you more individually, feel free to include that in either the same request message or hit me up with a followup.

If you specifically ask for a nonbinary insert, or you don’t specify, I will either avoid pronoun usage or use they/them and avoid mentioning sex characteristics when possible, as stated before. But again, feel free to specify “AFAB nb but uses he/him pronouns” or whatever you desire.

Also please note that I, myself, do not have a penis, so feel 100% free to correct me on anything I write incorrectly.

When it comes to things I will not write about:

ddlg squicks me out so I won’t ever use the word “Daddy” in a sexual connotation

rape

incest

pedophilia

I’m not about that cheating life; threesomes and poly relationships are great though

any kind of body fluids/excretions outside of cum and some spit or blood

abuse

underaged idols

assplay is highly unlikely

Groups/People I’ll Write About

ATEEZ - all members; any genre for everyone but Jongho - no smut for him

BtoB - Ilhoon & Minhyuk; any genre

DAY6 - go here

iKON - all members; any genre

Jay Park - any genre

Monsta X - all members, any genre for everyone but Shownu and Wonho - no smut for them

NCT - Johnny, Taeyong, Jaehyun, Ten; any genre

Super Junior - go here

The Rose - Woosung; any genre

Why only some people in some groups?/Why not smut for everyone?

First of all, I got real lazy making this list and if you ask I might write it anyway. Second of all, I’m very bad at learning faces/names, so it takes me a while to get everyone down. I’m especially struggling with NCT, since I don’t listen to Dream (just out of music choice preference) and again, I’m bad with recognition. I don’t write smut for everyone because I’m not really sexually interested in them. It’s nothing about the person, they’re just not my type.

#mobile nav

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folkloreguk · 7 years

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Pick Me Up (optional bias smut)

(yes I did use ioi’s song as a title for my smut pls don’t fight me)

warnings: smut, horrible pick-up lines

pairing: reader (fem) x optional bias (male)

A/N: I thought about Ilhoon from BTOB when I wrote this but you can literally imagine anyone! I didn’t proof read this bc it’s late and I wanted to post it, but I’ll do that tomorrow. I hope you won’t find mistakes and even if you do, enjoy reading!! x

(H/N means “his name”)

[I wish I could tag my masterlist here, but if I do this post won’t show up for you guys anymore, but I havea link in my description!]

You were convinced. He was the most annoying fuckboy you had ever met. There were at least 10 other girls in your class, that were just as good looking as you. But for some reason he had chosen you. You didn’t understand why, but ever since he had first seen you, he hadn’t stopped trying to get with you. The amount of times he had asked you for your number was out of control. Not that you were going to give it to him any time soon.

You had to admit, he was smooth. He never seemed to run out of energy when it came to making up pick-up lines and asking you about your previous boyfriend. You had broken up with him after he had cheated on you. It turned out he had only been in it for the sex, and it prompted you to have lost all trust in boys. Otherwise, mr. fuckboy was the annoying but smart kid in class, who every teacher wanted to hate. They simply couldn’t, though, because no matter how many silly remarks he made, he always made up for them with just as many clever ones. He did manage to make you laugh too, at times when you weren’t busy being annoyed at him. All he seemed to think about was sex. And you.

The worst part about hating his acting though, was, by far, his handsomeness. Of course you would never admit it in his presence, but you didn’t exactly think he was ugly. But being attractive wasn’t all it took to make you open up to him. A boy. Boys, of whom you knew you shouldn’t trust them ever again. Sometimes you felt yourself doubting your devotion when you stared at him. When he grinned slyly after having made a smooth remark towards you before he turned around in his seat, facing the teacher who had probably warned him about interrupting the lesson already. But you were strong-willed.

“Shut up,” you muttered at him under your breath, glancing at the clock in the corner of the class room. 5 minutes to go. You can do this. He grinned, not fazed by your comment. He had just showed you an actual screw he had brought from home. “Wanna screw?” had his exact words been. You had never been this done with anyone. Lucky for him, your teacher had no interest in warning his students for interrupting. Especially because no one was listening anymore when there were only 4 minutes of the lesson left.

“I admit, not my best one. Here’s another one,” he said. Oh boy, here we go again. “If I flip a coin, what are my chances of getting head?”

You wished in that exact moment you could slap his smirk off his face. Why did he have to sit in front of you? 3 minutes left.

“Your chances are smaller than zero, how many times do I have to tell you?” you muttered.

“Actually, my chances would be 50%. But I guess you- Ow!” he let out, as you had smacked his arm playfully. “You know you’ll say yes one day.”

“In your dreams,” you laughed ironically. “Can’t you just behave like any other normal student for a minute?”

And so he did. For the last minute, he turned around and shut up. You were almost impressed. Now and then you caught him taking a glimpse at the clock on the wall, eager to leave just like anyone else in the room. At the same time, you caught yourself staring at him. Black skinny jeans, deep blue sweater, some sneakers. Nothing out of the ordinary. His hair looked a little messy from where he ran his hand through it earlier (Not that you had noticed that, too). Then, the bell rang. Finally. Voices bubbled up and chairs scratched over the floor. You packed your bag just as he stood up, placing his own bag on his table. Rummaging through it, he pulled his phone out, checking the screen. A second later, his face darkened in concern.

“Crap. There’s something wrong with my phone,” he cursed. You were 900% ready to get out of this classroom, but being the good person you were, you worried at his genuinely stressed expression. When he was being normal for a minute, you couldn’t help but be polite.

“What is it?” you asked. He looked at you for a moment, then sighed.

“Your number isn’t in it,” he said, sounding completely serious. Was he for real?

“And that’s the way it should be,” you caught yourself. “I need my break from you when I’m at home.”

And with that, you left him standing. If you just had his determination and used it for school work, you’d have heavenly grades. You dragged your body home, feeling unusually tired. You didn’t have a big appetite, which was unusual, and couldn’t focus on anything.

The next day you were sick. You were sure it was nothing serious, but decided to stay at home either way. At least in your bed you would be left alone. No pick-up lines for a day seemed like a week of holidays to you. It was a Thursday filled with coughing, sipping hot tea and watching your favorite TV show. You felt better in the evening, but not exactly healthy.

The next day you walked into the kitchen. It was morning and you were ready to leave for school again. The second your mother heard the ugly cough leave your throat, though, she sent you straight back to bed. Fine, you thought. Even though you didn’t feel sick anymore, another day in bed surely wouldn’t hurt. It was Friday anyway, allowing you to be excited about the weekend already.

Around noon you decided to check your phone for messages from your friends. You were sure you had missed homework and other school stuff you didn’t exactly feel like dealing with. To your surprise, none of your friends had messaged you about homework. Instead, you found a text from an unknown number.

unknown number: hey

you: who is this??

unknown number: if you were a Pokemon, I’d choose you

you: how the hell did u get my number???????

unknown number: we got paired up for a project

you: what u talking abt???

unknown number: mr. smiths made us a pair for the history projects so ur friend had to give me ur number. its due to monday

you: what the hell????

unknown number: I didn’t come up with the dead line

unknown number: btw what’s with all the question marks

you: it’s called confusion

you: so when do we meet up?

unknown number: tomorrow? my place

You knew your parents wouldn’t be at home all day, and praying that his would be, you said yes. So there was still a small chance you wouldn’t have to spend an entire afternoon in a house alone with him.

On Saturday afternoon you had thrown on a random sweater with some pants, your sneakers and left your house. When you pulled up in his driveway you instantly noticed the lack of cars. He’s not getting into my pants, you told yourself. Why did you even have to remind yourself? For some reason, you felt nervous.

He ripped the door open around two seconds after you had rang the bell. In surprise, you flinched. The way he leaned against the door frame and grinned smugly made you frustrated. And you hadn’t even entered the house.

“Come in,” he made a dramatic gesture behind him, waving you inside. It almost made you laugh. Almost.

“Okay, first of all, rules.” You entered the house and looked around.

“Rules? What is this? BDSM?” he asked. You rolled your eyes. He nodded his head towards the stairs and you followed him.

“Focus,” you said, making him chuckle even more. “No pick-up lines. We need to get stuff done if this needs to be finished by Monday. I really need a good grade on this. Smiths already hates me for no reason.”

“Do I really distract you that badly?” he asked, smirking and turning around to you. His hair was messy, but in a good-looking way. His collar bones peeked out from under his shirt. You guessed he did distract you a little.

“See? That’s what I meant. Keep those comments in. At least until we’re back at school,” you said, entering his room after him. It looked cozy, and like he had just cleaned up. You hadn’t expected him to be messy, but not this clean either.

“Oh, I’m sorry. That’s literally my character, if you haven’t noticed yet, sweetheart,” he said, sitting down at his table, smirking again.

“Sweetheart?” you asked in disbelief. You realized that he wouldn’t stop with his comments until you did. And because fighting wouldn’t get you anywhere, you decided to shut up and start working. Your topic was the most boring subject you had ever heard about, making it even more bothersome to research it. It had been at least three hours. He had kept quite calm throughout it all, but you still seemed to struggle to make progress. You had taken your space on the floor, leaning against his bed. Around you, pens and papers were sprawled across the floor while you bit your lip trying to figure out a structure for your presentation.

“I need a break,” he murmured quietly from his desk. You only hummed, your thoughts focused on the presentation. Your hand ran through your hair, sighing in stress. He cleared his throat, making you jump.

“Looks like you could need a break too,” he laughed. “I’m gonna get a glass of water. Do you want one as well?”

Still in concentration, you snapped out of your trance slowly. You got up while nodding, deciding he was right, for once.

You watched the back of his head as he walked. The work had made you sleepy and dizzy, a little as if you were drunk. Crazy thoughts flooded your brain all of a sudden. Your fingertips tickled at the thought of running your hands through his hair, down the nape of his neck. You had always loved his neck, you just never had admitted it. Shaking your head, you asked yourself what had suddenly gotten into you. All you hoped for was for the water to wake you up and let you focus again. You entered the kitchen.

You thanked him when he handed you a glass of cold water. After you had downed it, you still didn’t think clearer.

“I don’t think we’ll get to finish this today. My mom wants me to be home by eight for dinner,” you admitted. It was already half eight. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

For a moment he blinked at you, then he grinned. You already knew what that expression meant.

“I mean…hopefully you…,” he mumbled. When you playfully lifted your hand as if to smack him, he held up both hands in surrender and giggled. “Okay! I don’t have plans, alright?”

“That’s literally all you had to say,” you let out, shaking your head at him.

“Y/N. Be honest for once. You like my pick-up lines,” he urged you. You laughed ironically. “Deep down, you do.”

“You drive me insane,” you said.

“That wasn’t a no!” he yelled in success, putting down his glass. “Come on. What’s so bad about me? What wrong have I ever done to you?”

You were taken aback by his sudden question. What wrong had he done to you? He had never been rude, only his goofy, sex-obsessed self. You glanced at his face. His eyes were waiting for an answer, hands crossed above his chest.

“I’m just not very fond of boys after my ex cheated-” you began.

“Seriously? You compare me to your ex-boyfriend?” he asked, genuinely offended. It was true, he was nothing like your ex. Much funnier, to begin with.

“I’m not comparing you! I guess I just don’t want to get involved with a guy any time soon,” you admitted.

“It’s not like I want to get married to you!” he argued.

“Wow, thanks,” you laughed at his defensiveness. “What do you want, then?”

He tilted his head at your question as if saying “Are you serious?”. Suddenly, he took a step towards you, startling you. Your body backed up against the counter, hands gripping the hard material as he studied your face.

“You know exactly what I want,” he breathed out. His face was so close to yours, you could feel the air from his lungs on your skin. It made your heart beat restlessly. His hand went under your chin, as if telling you. It was you, he wanted. You waited for his lips, but they never touched yours. He was waiting for your reaction. You realized he wasn’t going to kiss you without your consent. The boy wasn’t just determined, he also had one hell lot of self-control. Unlike you.

You closed the space between the two of you, lips colliding. Kissing him felt like triggering an avalanche of built-up frustration and emotions that had only been waiting to break free. His hands grabbed your sides roughly. He finally had what he wanted. In agreement, he let out a low sound when you pushed your body against his, chests touching. His tongue swiped over your lip, and you opened your mouth instantly. He tasted of bubble gum and smelled of cologne. His hands were even more eager than his mind, exploring your hips and waist, tugging at your clothes impatiently. You felt as if a ton-heavy weight was slowly lifting off you as you relaxed against his controlling touch and dominant kisses. He was right. Sex wouldn’t hurt your feelings. Not like your ex-boyfriend had. But your thoughts of him washed away in a blink when the boy in front of you pulled away and turned his attention to your neck. Your breath was shaky when he kissed you roughly, his teeth scraping against your skin. For a moment you let your head hang back, closing your eyes. His lips were soft but so passionate at the same time.

When your eyes opened, they fell onto the clock above the fridge. It was five to eight. Your eyes widened in shock.

“Wait, hold on,” you mumbled, softly tugging at his shirt. The look he gave you resembled a puppy whose food had been taken away. “I gotta get home, or else my mom kills me. She wants to have a family dinner. I’m sorry.”

He pouted, but nodded hesitantly. You wished you could’ve just been that rebel that ignored their parents for once. But that’s not who you were.

“But you’ll come over again tomorrow, right?” he asked, hope in his look as he showed you the way to the door.

“Yeah. To finish the project,” you emphasized.

“Sure,” he grinned, rolling his eyes. For the first time, you couldn’t blame him for thinking about sex now.

“I mean it! We’re not even halfway through, especially the presentation is not even close to finishing. We still need to write the entire text and draw the map. It’ll never work out,” you suddenly started to worry. Tomorrow was your last day and you had to spend it working with a boy that was sexually frustrated because of you. Which you, by the way, were as well.

“I’ll work on it tonight, maybe I get to finish it,” he said, completely calm.

“If you finish the project tonight I’m the princess of China,” you joked.

“And you’d let me have what I want?” he asked, unfazed. Let him have what he wanted. You laughed at him. There was no way he could finish the project by himself, in that short time. But a boy can dream.

“Yeah, sure,” you said, already out the door. “Bye. See you tomorrow.”

The next day at 3 you left your house, your bag full of pens, books and paper. You remembered the way to his house perfectly, and pulled up in front of it 10 minutes later. You chewed on your lip nervously whilst waiting for the door to swing open. You had thought the feeling would’ve gone away by now. But no way. The second you laid eyes on him when he opened up, you wanted him even more than yesterday. His hair looked freshly done but you wished you could mess it up. His lips were parted slightly as his gaze ran over your figure. You hadn’t worn anything special, just casual clothes. Yet he eyed you as if he never wanted to look at anyone else. When his look met yours, you looked away shyly.

“Come on in,” he said, completely relaxed. Without words you followed him to his room. The half which had the bed looked practically untouched. The other half, however, was a tornado-like chaos. Various pens sprawled across all surfaces and paper with messy notes covered every surface.

“Told you,” he grinned proudly. You lifted your eyebrows when he carefully stepped over the paper maze and grabbed a stack of them. Proudly, he handed it to you. You couldn’t believe your eyes. While he watched you, your eyes scanned the text quickly, making sure it made sense. You had known he was smart, but not this smart. Suddenly you wished you could do all of your projects with him.

“You did this by yourself? Last night?” you asked, still surprised. He chuckled.

“Indeed. It took me until three in the morning, but it’s done now,” he said. “Not a big deal.”

“Why didn’t you work that hard yesterday when I was over?” you asked.

“Honestly? I wanted you to stay over longer,” he admitted. His determination was definitely out of control.

“And now you asked me to meet again. If you were finished anyway you didn’t need me to come over,” you noticed. Then you remembered his words from last evening. He wanted his reward. You caught him licking his lips and your stomach flipped. Quickly, you looked over the text in your hands again.

“Is this how badly you want to get into my pants?” you joked, gesturing to the paper.

„Actually I think I just discovered my love for the history of the Medieval and Modern Africa,“ he explained matter-of-factly. You laughed out, and at the sound his eyes crinkled up too.

“Oh, of course, I’m sure of it,” you played along. “You know I could still say no now, and you’d have to accept it, right?”

He thought for a second.

„Sure, you could and I would. That sounds a lot like you’re saying yes, though,” he commented, smirking his famous, way too confident smile. He had never been more right and you knew it.

“Look. This one time, I’ll let you get away with it. But for the record, you can’t buy me with work. I’m only agreeing because I wa-” you started, holding up your finger. Suddenly, he walked over to you, grabbed your sides and attacked your mouth with his. You let out a surprised sound and stumbled backwards. You didn’t fall, though, because his grip on you was tight and after three chaotic steps your back hit the wall. There was no way for you to leave now, (not that you wanted to anyway) as his hands lay flat against the wall on your sides and he kissed you like his life depended on it.

He wasn’t doing anything particularly dominant, but the way he had you caged between the wall and his body and controlled the way you kissed him made your knees feel weak. Your previous boyfriend had made you feel good, but in a very sweet way. The boy that was all over you right now, however, seemed to not have the word vanilla in his vocabulary. You had no problem with him being rough. When you thought about it you let out a low whimper, to which he responded with a low growl.

“I’ve waited for so long, I thought I was gonna go insane,” he breathed against your lips as your chest heaved at the intensity of his kisses. You didn’t know how to speak anymore. Instead, you grabbed his neck and pulled him against you again. The way his tongue moved over yours made you wonder what else it could do to you. Involuntarily, your legs pressed together.

His hands were pulling your hair softly before moving downwards. Almost innocently they wandered over your chest, but you instantly arched your back, wanting more. They continued over your sides, holding you firmly by your hips. Then, they began lifting your top eagerly. You didn’t hesitate. It landed on the floor and meanwhile, he took off his own. You eyes barely had any time to admire his toned upper body, before they closed when his lips attacked your neck fiercely. His hands grabbed your ass and you moaned slightly. The way his lips played with your senses made you feel like melting underneath his teasing touch. They were rough and biting, and a second later soft and soothing. Your head leaned against the wall as he skillfully opened your bra, letting you toss it to the side carelessly. You whimpered at the sudden contact when his lips closed around one of your nipples, his hand playing with the other. His teeth grazed over your skin repeatedly, surely leaving purple marks. At least no one would see them there.

When he pressed his body against yours, you felt the bulge in his pants had grown. That didn’t take long, you thought proudly. On the other hand, you weren’t surprised. He was basically begging you to let him fuck you on a daily basis. You laughed quietly. While he was playing with the waistband of your pants, almost dragging them down, he reacted.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, confused but amused. You blushed, helping him to get rid off your pants, his following afterward.

“I was just thinking about how happy you must be now,” you explained, teasing him.

“I’m in heaven,” he didn’t hesitate to say. You were busy laughing as he took your arm and lead you to his comfortable looking bed. Turns out it didn’t just look the way. First, you admired his soft sheets, but then your focus diverted to him. To his mouth, to be exact. He kissed down your chest teasingly, but you felt how eager he was to get to your lower region. His hands stroking over your hips so tenderly were a massive contrast to his mouth. He licked and bit your skin until he reached the material of your underwear.

“You’re sure about this, right?” he asked. You wondered about his sudden hesitation.

“Of course I am,” you assured him, begging him to continue with your look.

“And you’ve done this before, right?” he asked. You were taken aback.

“What made you think I haven’t?” you asked, getting really impatient by the second.

“I just thought…, maybe you didn’t react to my pick up lines and jokes because you had never-” he explained. You laughed out. He looked puzzled.

“The problem wasn’t that I hadn’t had sex before, which I have, by the way. Your pick-up lines are just really, really bad,” you joked, grinning at him. He was playfully outraged.

“Okay, wait, you’ll love this one. Why do-,” he began, but was cut off by your voice.

“I am laying on your bed, half-naked and you’re trying to impress me with a pick-up line? You can do better than that,” you scolded him, chuckling. The tension between your legs became more unbearable with every passing second of him not touching you, and you couldn’t handle it.

“You’re right. I’ll show you how to be truly impressed, don’t worry,” he was back to being his cocky self. You were almost glad, because finally he pulled down your underwear. You lifted yourself up on your forearms, watching him as he breathed hot air against your wet center. Gently, his arms wrapped around your bent legs, laying on your lower stomach.

“Please, hurry,” you begged. He smirked, and you almost regretted saying it. Then you sucked in a breath when he licked a stripe over your folds, teasing you endlessly. He chuckled lowly when you let out a mix between a whimper and a groan, only leaving you more eager. His tongue was way too gentle on you. Forcingly, he pushed your legs apart further, giving him better access. When his tongue went over your clit, he suddenly stopped the game. While his finger nails dug into your stomach’s skin, he sucked on your clit, first hard, then softly and so on. He hadn’t been lying. Your throat left a breathy moan when he continued with licking, this time stronger than at first. As time went on, his muscle became faster and you felt yourself become weaker. You had to admit, he looked extra good laying between your thighs. You smiled in bliss, forgetting everything else around you.

“You’re so damn good at this,” you said, but the last part ended in a whimper when he payed extra attention to your sweet spot, making you see stars for a second.

“Told you,” he mumbled, barely pulling away. The vibrations his voice sent through you made you grip the bedsheets tightly. “If you would’ve only realized it sooner.”

He smirked up at you, not stopping his actions. Your stomach twisted in pleasure and anticipation. At this point, holding yourself up was no point anymore. You let your upper body fall backwards, the soft sheets catching you as you closed your eyes. You felt like you wanted to get even closer, although his face was basically buried between your legs. You squirmed under his grip when you felt yourself near your release.

“Stay still for me,” he ordered. There was only a little dominance in his voice, yet it made you want to behave. Even though you knew you couldn’t.

“But I’m so close,” you whimpered. He only took your words as a motivation. Faintly, you wondered how he had gotten so good with his mouth. His hands made you shiver even though they were gripping your body with roughness, keeping you in place. As you felt yourself get closer and closer to your release, your hands went to his hair. He slowed down for a second, but then he realized you didn’t want him to stop. The short break seemed to have left you even more sensitive. When he began sucking your sweet spot again, you almost couldn’t take it. His tongue leaped at your clit quickly. All you could do was close your eyes and attempt to control your moans. Within seconds you were coming, squirming underneath his touch while pulling his hair. Your back arched off the mattress and you moaned his name, no one else on your mind. He slowed down his actions and you shook slightly when he licked your over-sensitive clit one last time before pulling away.

For a few seconds you caught your breath, feeling his arms loosening their grip and his hands stroking over your skin soothingly. You stared at the ceiling for a while as your chest heaved, eyes blinking slowly. For some reason, you didn’t have enough of him yet. When you looked down, he was already staring up at you, grinning proudly at your expression. He gave you no signs of being eager, even though you were pretty sure he was. He was simply admiring you. It made you feel slightly weird.

“Are you not gonna take your pants off?” you asked. He laughed at your comment, shaking his head out of his focused state. Then, he got up and did just that. His boner was prominent and looked almost painful. He made a move towards the bed, almost as if he was going to climb on top of you. Then, he stopped in his tracks.

“Wait-” you began. Use protection, kids.

“Condom, I know,” he said, digging through his dressing table. When he finally scrambled onto the bed, he seemed to have lost all patience. Your hands went around his neck while he pumped his shaft a few times, squinting his eyebrows at the built up tension.

“Ready?” he asked you. You nodded before he had even finished the word. He entered you slowly, but wasted no time in picking up pace. At first, you whimpered at how he filled you up and how sensitive you were. Then, you got lost in the way he bit his lip and how his jaw flexed under his skin. His moans sounded like music to your ears. He was holding himself up on his arms while your legs bent a little, making him slam into you at a perfect angle. You cried out when he almost pulled out fully, only to thrust back into you until his hips met yours, his skin hot against yours. Your hands were playing with his soft hair by the nape of his neck, while he lowered his head a little. He wasn’t kissing you, but your lips were touching slightly, your unsteady breaths becoming one. He repeated your name a few times, as if praising you. His arms flexed under his weight, his veins standing out.

His member brushed over your sweet spot over and over, making you clench around him. He grunted at the sensation, only leading you to do it again. You loved seeing the way he shut his eyes tightly, concentrating on the pleasure. His thrusts were quick, but seemed less controlled than in the beginning, meaning he must have been close. Curses left his mouth, while you moaned softly. His motion became even quicker as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, lips hovering over your skin. His name slipped past your lips when he messily kissed you there, not slowing down his thrusts. When you clenched your walls around him again, he was sent over the edge.

He groaned, his arms giving out and he fell onto his forearms, basically laying on top of you now. His skin was hot and his breaths uncontrolled, face still in your neck. When he looked up at you he looked thoroughly content. You grinned tiredly. He pulled out carefully, making you whimper. For a few seconds you stayed that way, catching your breaths. It was quiet in the room, and you felt energetic and at the same time completely exhausted. Of course he was the first to speak.

“Don’t you wanna hear my pick-up line from earlier?” he asked. You almost smacked him. Then, you laughed.

“Okay, tell me,” you said, leaving him surprised. He was going to tell you anyway.

“People call me H/N, but you can call me tomorrow.”

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