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a-soft-hornytiny · 1 year

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Position of power.

Summary: You find out that your childhood friend is now a CEO and demand an explanation.

Word count: 3.1k+

Genre: Smut

Pairing: CEO!Jongho x female!reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, half clothed sex, teasing, penetration, dirty talk, office sex, fingering (female receiving) (let me know if i missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: this got longer than it was supposed to be and im not complaining. Istg Jongho recently has a grip on me. And tbh ive had this idea ever since I saw him in that one suit. Ill show you what i mean. Like jesus. Anyway this is pretty fluffy at first but beware.

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“Wait Choi Jongho?” You nodded, confused by the excitement in your friend's voice. You had shown her a picture of you in highschool but she only had eyes for the boy that was standing next to you on said picture, Jongho, your best friend since first grade that you sadly lost contact with after school.

“THE Choi Jongho??” Your friend was squirming in her seat. You nodded again. Not really understanding what she was pointing at. “Omg Y/n that's such a big deal like how is he in person, is he as strict as he seems?” Your confusion only grew.

“I haven’t seen him for years. He went abroad after school and we rarely ever text each other.” You explained and your friend's excitement immediately died off. “But don’t you want to know what it’s like?” What what’s like? You didn’t even need to ask the confusion was written all over your face.

“Being rich!” You tilted your head. Jongho’s family was well off but you wouldn’t go as far as calling him rich. And that’s when you saw something change in your friend's face. They realized something. While you were still trying to grasp what was happening, they shoved their phone under your nose.

Perpexled you started to read. Choi Jongho, 23, CEO. Choi’s company, Choi Internationals, set a milestone in economic history as it became one of the most profitable corporations in its field only 4 months after it was brought to life.

You stopped and started reading again. No that can’t be.

“You didn’t know?” You looked up from their phone and shook your head slowly. How on earth did you not know about this? How could that information possibly go over your head? I need to call him you thought immediately before shaking your head again.

You went through your purse to look for your phone. When was the last time we talked? You asked yourself while unlocking your phone and entering your chat. About 4 months ago. 4 months ago you had checked up on each other the last time. That was far after the launch of his company. And he didn’t think that was important enough to tell you?

You started raging. You had told him everything. How you lost your job, how your ex broke up with you, how your parents moved to the countryside, everything. And he didn’t even bother to tell you he successfully launched a company and was making millions? Without thinking about it you sent him a passive-aggressive text.

When did you plan to tell me that you’re a money-shitting ceo?

Ok maybe you should have thought about that one.

Jongho was sitting in the back of his car when he saw your message. He let out a big sigh causing his secretary to send him a worried look. One part of him had wished you would never find out but he was also surprised that you didn’t already know. It was not like it was possible to keep his identity a secret.

“What’s wrong Mr.Choi?” His secretary asked, still keeping his eyes on the road. Jongho sighed again. “Nothing too big. Just a change of plans for today.” He said while typing his response.

Where are you right now?

He didn’t expect an immediate answer but his phone pinged shortly after.

At Sannie’s Dream, why?

Sannie's Dream was the café you two used to go to during highschool days. Jongho couldn’t help but smile. You hadn’t changed a bit.

Stay there.

He answered before informing his secretary about the new plan. The café was about 20 minutes away from where he was right now. He knew that you still lived in the suburb you two used to go to school in, he on the other hand had moved to the city.

What does he mean by “Stay there”? You shook your head while putting your phone down. You had completely forgotten that you weren’t alone.

“I’m so sorry you completely caught me off guard with that.” You told your friend while supporting your head with your hands.

“No worries but what now? What just happened?” They asked the right questions. What did just happen? “I have no idea.” You answered as you turned around to order another coffee.

You got back to chatting but about 20 minutes later the door to the café opened and a well-dressed man entered.

“Jongho?!” You exclaimed, completely shocked, causing the café to go quiet. He came over to your table and shushed you instantly. “We don’t want all that attention.” He whispered as the people around you began to talk again.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You whisper screamed, ignoring that your friend probably had a heart attack right now. “We need to talk, do you mind?” He asked, pointing at the door behind him. And before you even knew it he had paid for your coffee, said goodbye to your friend and had led you outside.

"Jongho, stop!" You said while he opened the door to his car. You didn’t know a thing about cars but this one was expensive. “Can you please just explain what you’re doing?” You asked a bit out of breath. He had never been a man of many words, he was the type to prefer actions over words. But you needed him to tell you what was going on.

“I’ll explain it to you but can you get into the car first? I don’t want people to think that I’m kidnapping you.” He responded calmly. Well it kind of feels like I’m being kidnapped you thought before sitting down. Jongho closed the door and went to the other side to get in.

After he sat down and both of you had put on the seat belt he told the driver to get them to the headquarters. The headquarters? What was he trying to do? “Mister Jung? This is Y/n. Y/n, this is my loyal secretary Mister Jung.” He introduced you and bowed at each other awkwardly. After the car started driving, Jongho started to explain.

“Listen Y/n I never wanted to hide anything from you. I’m honestly a bit surprised that you only found out now. And I didn’t know you would be so angry.” He whispered the last part to himself. You weren’t ‘so angry’. Your disappointment from earlier had mostly disappeared.

“I’m not angry with you, just a bit disappointed that you didn’t tell me something so important. That’s a huge milestone. But don’t you think it's a bit extreme to kidnap me from my friend just to apologize?” You asked, a small smile on your face. He had always been a bit impulsive.

“Really? I mean..” he stopped, taking a second to organize his thoughts. “If I’m honest I just saw the opportunity and took it. I was so glad that you were still treating me like before and not turning into a money hungry demon, that I was too afraid to tell you. But in reality I have been wanting to meet up with you for a while now.”

You were surprised. On one side because of his sudden confession, on the other because of his rosy cheeks. He was embarrassed.

“That’s really.. sweet.” You said, still a bit taken aback.

“I thought I could show you my workplace?” He asked incredibly unsure. What did your friend say about him earlier? Strict? Oh if they could see him right now.

“Are you asking for a date?” You answered, obviously joking. But he nodded. And now you were the one whose face was heating up. He was looking out of the car window, trying to avoid eye contact, when scanned him with your eyes. He was handsome. He always had been, but this suit… you shook your head. Those thoughts were not to be thought.

But he had been thinking the same. When he walked you to his car, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander. You were wearing a knee long mint green summer dress with a low back and golden jewelry. You looked stunning. But even if it was just for one second, he had wondered what you were wearing underneath it.

After a few minutes of awkward silence you decided to break the ice. "So.. how have you been?” You asked, still a bit shy. But he immediately answered, leading to a really relaxed conversation. You talked about everything and anything. From your family, to your work, to what you had for breakfast. God you had missed him.

When the car finally stopped, he got out first to open the door. What a gentleman.

“And this is where our Human Resources Management sits.” He explained as you reached the end of his little company tour. Your mouth was still open. More than ten levels, more than a hundred people, all under his control. The building was really modern, held in a black and white aesthetic with an occasional drop of colour. And it was your favourite colour. But that had to be a coincidence.

“Getting to the best part of the whole building now- my office.” He led you into this huge room. One side of it was completely covered in windows. The other consisted of dark wood. On the window side was his desk, full of paperwork, and in the middle of the room was a big table with about eight chairs. On the darker side of the room was a couch and two armchairs in the same colour.

You walked towards his desk completely overwhelmed by the sight of the city under your feet.

Jongho watched you explore his office in awe as he closed the door behind him. And locked it. He had always liked you more than he should but he thought he wasn’t good enough. You were his biggest inspiration to success. He’d be good enough if he was successful. A big smile appeared on his face as you let out a gasp. You had discovered his personal little library.

When was the time to make a move if not now?

You were taking a look at his books when you heard footsteps behind you. Without any warning you felt his hands on your waist and his warm breath against your ear.

“You’re so cute when you’re excited.” He chuckled. You froze. He was so close. Goosebumps formed all over your body as you realized what position you were in.

“Jongho what are you doing?” You couldn’t even talk properly, the words escaping your mouth were barely a whisper. Small electric shocks shot through your body as his hands slightly brushed against your hips. If you wanted to you could’ve easily stopped him. But the high school girl inside of you was excitedly jumping up and down.

“Something I should’ve done a lot earlier..” he whispered against your neck before placing soft kisses on your shoulder. Shivers ran down your spine. What do I do? You thought, trying to keep your mouth shut. You were way too embarrassed to let out whatever sound was waiting on your tongue.

You had always liked him. Others had always thought you were together but you two were absolutely oblivious to each other’s feelings. And now about five years after graduation, it was finally happening.

And even if it didn’t show, Jongho was nervous. He was basically waiting for you to turn around and slap him. But you didn’t. You stood there, enjoying his lips on your skin. And that was something he could see by your uneven breath and reaction to his hands. He couldn’t believe it at first but you wanted this.

“Do you want me to stop?” He murmured, lips still caressing your shoulder. He needed your full consent before going further. Because if you didn’t say no now, he wasn’t sure if he could hold himself back.

You held your breath. No. Please don’t stop. You knew that there was no going back once you said that. But it was the truth. You wanted him.

“Please don’t stop.” You nearly moaned as his lips brushed a sensitive spot. You could feel his firm body behind you and gosh that suit. Every time he turned around to continue his tour earlier you had stared so much that you were worried the fabric would dissolve under your gaze.

“I always thought you were gorgeous but this dress..” he groaned as his hands caressed your thighs, causing the dress to ride up. “This dress makes me go insane.”

You couldn’t hold back a quiet moan as you imagined him fucking you right then and there. And as if he had read your mind, he turned you around to look at him. His eyes were dark and full of desire as he scanned every single part of your face.

“You know.. your suit isn’t much better.” You chuckled before pressing your lips onto his. You caught him off guard for a second before he intensified the kiss and slowly guided you to his desk. Before you could protest, he had wiped most of his things off his desk and sat you down on it. Your dress was merely covering your panties anymore as you felt one of his hands making its way up your thigh.

“But Jongho..” you whispered as his fingertips brushed against the outside of your underwear. “What about the windows?” The desk was only about two meters away from the window front so if anyone was on the opposite side, they could definitely see you.

“Oh don’t worry darling, they’re reflected.” He smirked as he pulled you in for another kiss. You were surprised by the pet name but you liked it. He made it sound so… sexy. And just as you had forgotten about the position of his fingers, he pushed your panties aside and gently started caressing your heat. You let out a loud but embarrassed moan when you heard the squelching sound his fingers were making.

“So wet already~” He growled into your ear. “Makes me wonder how long you’ve wanted this.” He chuckled before carefully pushing one finger inside your wetness. You hid your burning face on his shoulder.

“Shut up.” You whined, making him smirk. “What did you say?” He teased you while slowly inserting a second finger. “Shut up and fuck me already.” You whined again.

“So that’s what you want huh?” He let his fingers slip out of you and spread the wetness on your clit before starting to massage it gently. You couldn’t hold back your moans anymore as your whole body started to shake. Why was he so good at this?

“Nah nah we don’t want others to hear you, do we?” He jokingly said before kissing you again. You hadn’t even realized he had stopped massaging your clit until you heard the sound of his belt opening. You immediately opened your eyes and separated from him just to watch him open his pants.

The growing bulge underneath had gotten painfully obvious and Jongho let out a deep breath when he finally freed his dick. Your eyes were glued onto his glistening tip as he stroked himself a few times, obviously enjoying your drooling stares. It was big but more importantly, it was girthy.

“So what was that? You want me to ‘fuck you already’?” He asked with a teasing undertone. You nodded, still not able to stop staring. “Your wish is my command.” He groaned as he placed himself at your entrance.

“Are you ready?” He asked, looking into your eyes with a softness that was completely unexpected. You couldn’t help but give him a warm smile. What a gentleman you thought before answering.

“Yes Jongho, I’m ready.” You let out a slight chuckle before you moved your hips forward, pushing his throbbing dick into your warmth.

You both let out a satisfied moan as soon as his length completely disappeared inside of you. It felt incredible. Felt like it was meant to be. Jongho couldn’t even think straight when he started moving his hips. He was holding you in his arms while your hands were clawing into his back.

“God Y/n you feel so good.” He groaned breathlessly as his cock thrusted into you once again. You were seeing stars, you had never felt so much pleasure. Your legs were wrapped around him and he desk was only there to support your body a bit, nothing more, as Jongho was nearly carrying you.

With every thrust, the tip of his dick hit the perfect spot. You had buried your mouth in his clothes but your pathetic moans were still echoing through the room.

“Faster.. please..” you whined against him and he immediately started picking up speed. The way your walls clenched around his length made both of you go crazy. His movements were steady which made you aware of his extreme strength and his even breath against your neck made your mind go blank.

“Make me yours, Jongho.” You moaned. “Make me cum.”

As if he had accepted a challenge, he gently sat you back on his desk to have a free hand. While he was still thrusting into you, his hand started caressing your clit in the same rhythm and you immediately threw your head back. Waves of pleasure washed over you as you laid back. The cold wood on your back made you shiver.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jongho was panting as his thrusts became sloppier. But you couldn’t even properly hear him because you were so immersed in the feeling he was giving you. Your whole body was tense as you felt your orgasm coming.

“Jongho I-“ you whined, not able to finish your sentence . “I’m c-co-“

Your orgasm washed over you with an intensity you never felt before. Your whole body was shaking uncontrollably and your pussy started clenching around his dick. You couldn’t breathe as Jongho continued to thrust into you.

He couldn’t believe his eyes when you came on his dick. To his eyes you looked ethereal. But the way you clenched around him pushed him close. He was about to cum right there.

He wanted to pull out but you stopped him. You could hear a slight protest before he let out the most beautiful lewd moan you ever heard and painted your inside white. You could feel his cum spurt out of his tip, filling you up to the brim. Shortly after, he collapsed on top of you. You took deep breaths while gently stroking his hair.

You giggled. “If I had known this would happen I would have texted you earlier.”

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hahafixon · 26 days

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An Exceptional Asset ~ *Choi Jongho*

Summary: You've only been working at this company for a couple months but you enjoy your time at the office and you're proud of the work you've done. And it seems your boss has taken notice of your hard work as well...

Pairing: Choi Jongho X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff Oneshot

Word Count: 2369

Warning: Wooyoung being obnoxious like always

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Taglist: @samepoisonsamevine @maeleelee @mxnsxngie @kpop-will-kill-me

Good things aren't meant to last. You probably knew that better than anyone. That's just because you've been in at least three different marketing jobs in the last two years. Nothing lasts and nobody wants to keep you on longer than a few months. That is, until you found yourself employed at Nimbus Hotels. It was a temporary position, but your boss informed you that there was a strong chance of being able to extend your contract into a more permanent position.

So far, in the three months you've worked at this job, it wasn't all that bad. Actually, you found it far more enjoyable than your last three jobs combined. But you were still unsure about the stability of this position. It felt like the rug was about to be pulled out from under your feet and you would soon find yourself back where you started: job hunting. This just meant you were ever so careful with every move you made and every job you handled. The slightest mistake could be your career's very undoing and you were not about to let that happen, not now, not ever.

The silver lining was your hard work did not go unnoticed by your boss, who made it a point every day to come by your cubicle and tell you what a great job you were doing.

"I swear, you are one of the hardest working members on our team." Seonghwa shook his head with a smile.

You blushed at his compliment. "It's nothing, sir. I just want to show my gratitude for this position through my work."

"And you're doing a wonderful job at it, I assure you." He sighed. "Sometimes I wish others would follow your lead. Like Wooyoung. Perhaps someday you could give him some pointers?"

You bit your lip at the thought. It wasn't that you didn't like working with Wooyoung. On the contrary, the two of you became fast friends and he was determined to take you out drinking every night to get you to loosen up after working so hard. However, you were already busy enough as it is with your own workload. You didn't think you had time to train another colleague. Not only that, but Wooyoung has been here longer than you. It didn't seem right to have you, someone who was still relatively new to the business, to train your senior.

Of course, speak of the devil, another head popped up from the cubicle next to yours. "Seonghwa, don't you trust me? I am an excellent sales associate!"

Seonghwa sighed. "Wooyoung, you're nothing but a headache and a pain in the ass. Also you're overly familiar with your superiors, which would look very bad on your employee review."

Wooyoung pouted. "Why do you always have to lord my employee review over me? I thought my superior would be above such dirty tricks such as blackmail."

You covered your mouth to suppress your laugh at their antics. It was never a dull day between the sales associates when Wooyoung and Seonghwa had the misfortune of interacting. That's what made this job so entertaining.

However, you knew better than to let them keep going. Standing up, you intervened on Wooyoung's behalf. "Forgive me, sir. But I think Wooyoung is very capable. I think he can figure things out for himself. Consider it as a way of teaching him to sink or swim in business."

"I'm not sure if I should be offended or not." Wooyoung continued to pout, though there was still a twinkle of mischief in his eye.

Before you could speak again, the hotel's Vice President, Kim Hongjoong, appeared before the three of you. Seonghwa and you quieted down in a respectful manner and bowed to greet him. Wooyoung, on the other hand, simply graced him with a head nod, which made him scowl.

"I hope you three are staying out of trouble." He said, his voice as sharp as always. "You know that they're looking to let some workers go."

Wooyoung instantly straightened up at his words and you had to suppress a wince. Despite Seonghwa's words about being one of the hardest workers here, you couldn't help but feel like you were on the chopping block. You just hope that the President would do it as swiftly and painlessly as possible.

"Of course, sir. We're always on our best behavior." The teasing lilt in Wooyoung's voice did not go unnoticed by you. If you weren't up to be terminated before, your senior's teasing would certainly push you over the edge.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes before looking back at you. "The reason I'm here is because the President wants to see you."

Your eyes widened and you pointed to yourself. "Me?"

"Yes, you. I'm supposed to escort you to his office. Now follow me, and keep up, please."

And with that, he turned on his heel and headed for the President's office. You gave a panicked glance to your colleagues, who tried to offer you encouraging smiles, but they were definitely fake. With a deep breath to steel your nerves, you followed the Vice President. He kept a quick pace that was a bit difficult in your heels, but you managed.

As you walk together, you let your mind wander to all of the worst case scenarios collecting in your brain. The biggest thought that stuck out to you was you were definitely getting fired. The only question now was what for? You hoped you weren't taking the fall for another colleague, but you wouldn't put it past some of your co-workers to save their asses and throw you under the bus. Again, you prayed your termination was swift and painless.

When you arrived at his office, you wished you could have had some time to stop and look around. It was so spacious and tastefully decorated. The large windows had a perfect view of Seoul and it made you wonder how beautiful it looked at night. But despite your desire to stop and look at all the art on the walls, your eyes found their way to the President, who was currently filling out documents on his desk. You tried to swallow the growing lump in your throat, but to no avail.

Hongjoong knocked on the open door and gave him a professional smile. "Miss Y/n is here to see you, sir."

President Choi Jongho looked up and you swore you almost melted upon locking with his chocolate brown eyes. He nodded to his Vice President and said, "Thank you, Mr. Kim. You may go now."

"Of course, sir."

Hongjoong didn't spare you a second glance as he quickly exited, shutting the door behind him. Now you were alone with the President of Nimbus Hotels. Your fate in this company and your dream of working in marketing rested in his hands. It almost made you puke all over what you were sure was a very expensive carpet.

"Please, have a seat." He gestured to the pair of chairs in front of his desk. "I just need to finish these last couple documents and then I will be right with you. Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee?"

You shook your head and he returned to reading and signing the documents before him. So much of a quick and painless termination, although you were a little touched he was being so accommodating by offering you something. Still, as much as you tried to not let your nerves show, you couldn't stop yourself from shifting in your seat. You weren't an impatient person, it's just you were dying to know why he called you into his office.

Putting his pen away, Jongho finally looked up at you. "First, I want to thank you for meeting with me right away. Although, knowing my Vice President, he didn't give you much of a choice. He doesn't like it when he has to play secretary, but Solbi was sick today."

You nod, discreetly wiping your sweaty hands on your skirt. "It's quite alright, sir. I don't mind."

He smiled and you internally gave a sigh of relief. Your response seemed to have earned you a point in your favor. "I also wanted to inform you that I'm very pleased with your work as of late. I understand you haven't been here long, but you've been a very admirable worker. You complete all of your assignments on time, you're a great team player, and you're good at keeping morale up in the office. I want you to know it does not go unnoticed."

Here it was. You've been through this type of meeting three times before. He was buttering you up before informing you he was "regrettably" letting you go. You took another deep breath to keep your nerve up for a little while longer. Then when you make it back to your apartment this evening, you can drown your sorrows with ice cream and cheesy movies.

"It is because of your good work and good nature, I would like to send you to a conference in two weeks to represent the hotel."

Wait.

He's not firing you?

But you thought... didn't these conversations always go that way?

"Pardon me, sir?" You exclaim, completely flabbergasted.

His polite smile only widened. "The hotel has been invited to a conference and I'm hand selecting a team I would like to represent us. I decided on you to represent the marketing department of the hotel, that is if you accept the offer."

"I..." You trailed off, still completely confused with what exactly he was offering you. "I'm not being fired?"

He quickly shook his head. "No! Not at all! I wouldn't dream of firing you! You are an exceptional asset to the marketing team, which is all the more reason you are being considered for this spot on the team."

It was hard not to feel flattered from the complement of being considered an asset, so you let a small blush grace your cheeks. "I'm honored, sir, truly."

"That's good to hear." He nodded before his voice got quiet. "So, are you accepting the offer?"

You nod. "Yes, sir. I would be more than happy to represent the hotel at this conference!"

Jongho smiled so bright it almost blinded you, but it was an absolutely beautiful smile. "Wonderful! I will email you the conference's welcome packet and the itinerary for the event. If you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to contact me! I want to make sure everyone on the team is prepared for anything."

"Yes, of course, sir." You bow your head as you stand. "I promise, I won't let you down."

He shook his head, still smiling. "You won't let me down. I know you won't. I have all the faith in the world that you will be perfect like always."

Again, you blushed at his compliment and bowed your head once more. "Thank you, sir."

"Oh, and one more thing," he adds, "if this conference goes well, which I'm sure it will, I would like to offer you the spot on the next advertising conference in a few months. I think you are the perfect candidate to help advertise the hotel."

"Of course, sir! I would love to!" You bow one final time before excusing yourself.

Hongjoong is waiting near the door to escort you back down to your desk. He has a pleasant smile on his face. "I'm impressed. The President doesn't usually doesn't send rookies to conferences. He's very particular about cultivating the perfect image for the hotel. You must have really impressed him. That or he has a soft spot for you."

"Pardon?" You ask. This had to be the second most surprising thing you heard all day.

He chuckled. "Forgive me, I'm speaking out of turn. But I wouldn't be surprised. He's not very subtle when it comes to showing his affection, though he believes he is."

You want to ask him more about what he means, but you find yourself at your desk. As soon as Hongjoong left the marketing department, Seonghwa and Wooyoung descended upon you with hundreds of questions. You explain to them that you're not getting fired and that you've actually been selected to go to a conference in two weeks to represent the hotel.

"You mean the big hotelier conference that only the best hotels in the world are invited to?" Seonghwa shakes his head. "You are so insanely lucky, you have no idea. Not just anyone can go to that conference. And you'll be representing the entire marketing department as well as the hotel as a whole. That's quite the honor!"

"How did you even get selected?" Wooyoung asked, a pout tugging at his lips. "I should be the one to go!"

"Believe me, Wooyoung, you'll be the last one to be invited." Seonghwa shook his head.

You shrug and shake your head in disbelief. "President Choi called me an exceptional asset and said that's why I was chosen. Although..."

"Although?" Wooyoung perked up as he always does when gossip is being spilled.

You bit your lip before spilling what you heard. "According to Vice President Kim, he might have a soft spot for me. But that would just be ridiculous right?"

Wooyoung and Seonghwa looked at each other before turning back to you. Seonghwa said, "Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. But I wouldn't think too much into it."

"Oh he is so in love with you! Now the question is how do we exploit it?" Wooyoung replied on top of him.

You winced at their words before holding up your hands to stop them. "Look, whether he likes me or not, it's not important. What is important is making sure this conference goes off without a hitch and that's what I plan to do. I'm not even going to consider any sort of romantic feelings until afterwards."

"Smart." Seonghwa nodded.

Wooyoung smirked. "Just don't be surprised if he does try to make a move on you at the conference when you both are alone."

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. In your mind you just hoped nothing crazy would take place at the conference in two weeks.

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zh0nggucc1 · 4 months

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Drippin Desires 1/2

Word count: 1.6k

Pairings: Mingi x Gn!reader

Content: Mingi is Y/N’s boss and he’s running late…

Warning: NSFW, public indecency, fingering, degradation, pet names (darling), dom!mingi, sub!reader

Splash! Droplets of the liminal greys above my head secreted its condensed layers. People scavenged around for any form of shelter, some even using the tops of their hood-less jackets to protect their heads from the harmless liquid. There was one in particular who caught my eye, the only one that could come out of this waterfall looking like a Greek God. If he wasn’t a Greek God he was surely blessed with all the beauty Athena had to offer

Song Mingi, unfortunately my boss. His brown, slicked back locks were beginning to fall down onto his carefully and beautifully, sculpted face, due to the rain weakening the gel that held his most likely, soft and luscious hair in place. A slight look of frustration painted his face before he glanced my way, replacing that sour look with a half smile. He soon approached me. We didn’t often catch the train together as he usually took the earlier train. I’m assuming he woke up late, putting him in this position.

“Good morning Mr. Song, are you running late?” I gently and professionally spoke to him. The rain dripping down his face enhanced his beauty by 100x, I could barely focus on anything but his stunningly shaped, pink, plump lips. They looked like they were itching to be kissed, I couldn’t bare it. “No need to be so professional, we’re not at work yet, call me Mingi.” He sent me a friendly smile. I couldn’t be friendly with him, I could barely resist ripping his clothes off on the spot. “I would prefer to be professional around you, sir.” As I finished speaking, the train had arrived at the platform. The moment the doors had opened, I swiftly hopped on hoping he would take the hint and leave me alone. The train was rather crowded so we had both ended up in each other’s personal space. It was more than i could handle.

“Come on, you can loosen up around me Y/N, don’t have to be so tight~.” His comment caused a light pink to cover my cheeks. “I don’t think it is appropriate for you to be talking to me this way and please, call me ‘L/N’, we must remain professional, sir.” I remained calm. “What? You don’t like it when I call you Y/N?” He sent me a very subtle smirk. No, I fucking love it, that’s the problem…

“Please don’t call me that again.” I spoke in between a gulp. Mingi spoke up again. “But I like your name, Y/N.” That was it. “I said stop!” I snapped at him, just like an angry chihuahua. I immediately regretted it. I turned around, My back facing him, feeling slightly guilty for shouting at him. Seconds later, I felt something solid poke my backside. Was that what I thought it was? This can’t be happening, I won’t be able to resist much longer…

“S-Sorry…” He muttered, as he grazed his finger along my hip, his tone much less confident and much more timid. He held his head lower, the sensation of his rough breaths down my neck, sending chills down my spine. I know what he wanted and I wanted it too but it was so risky, especially here.

Fuck it. Any dignity I left was gone in an instant as I backed myself up onto his partially hardened erection. I could tell he enjoyed this as he had to clear his throat to hide any devilish sounds that were aching to leave his mouth. It was so undeniably sexy. I needed to hear more of his sinful vocals. They caused a familiar liquid to coat my panties. I pressed my thighs together, in attempts of creating some kind of friction to satisfy this unbearable desire to be touched by him.

I hurriedly, scanned around the crowded cart. Once I was sure no one was looking, I grabbed his abnormally long fingers from behind and placed them exactly where I wanted them, up my skirt, in between my thighs. Not a word, left my lips in shame. I was about to let my boss fondle me on a train.

I heard a scoff leave his mouth and felt the vibrations from his chest due to our close proximity. Gosh that was so sexy, I felt myself getting even wetter. I bit my bottom lip, my breath becoming shaky.

His head tilted, his lips grazing my earlobe. “What is it? You want my fingers, hm?” He suggested, his voice low and quiet. It turned me on more than anything. I gulped and nodded. “I want to hear your words, darling.” He stated, stubbornly. “Y-yes..” I quietly replied. “Yes what?” He smirked. “Yes please...” I desperately spoke. He let out a low chuckle, sending shivers down my spine.

His finger’s collided with my underwear using one gentle touch and with one rough pull, they had been ripped off of me. I gasped in disbelief. He muttered a careless ‘oops’ and placed lacy fabric in his other hand, so he was now able to give me what I had been desiring.

He swiped his middle finger across my dripping folds, causing me to let out a shaky breath. He soon located my clit, rubbing slow and gentle circles around it. It felt good, but i needed more. I whined quietly. “What? is it not enough for you? How about this?” He hastily shoved two digits inside of me, causing me to let out a loud gasp. My reaction brought a wider smirk to his face. It created a sloshing sound due to the wetness. His fingers were so long, they easily reached my g-spot. He pumped his fingers in and out, rapidly, hitting my g-spot every time. My body jolted every time he hit it. I bit down on my bottom lip to suppress my moans, hard enough to draw blood.

It satisfied him seeing me try so hard to keep my composure but failing miserably. “What a slut? taking my fingers so well.” He whispered, his lips, again grazing my earlobe. I wished those perfect lips of his could be all over my body. I wished for his tongue to replace his fingers ramming into my dripping cunt. Unfortunately, this was the most I could allow to happen. It was too risky.

His bulge rubbed against my ass as his fingers rammed into my clenching cunt. He used his thumb to circle my clit, rapid enough for an orgasm to be nearing. I couldn’t do that here… it would make a mess.

“Sir- I mean Mingi- I mean Mr. Song… you need to stop.. i’m c-close.” I stuttered, breathlessly. “So what? Why don’t we make a mess and let the whole world that you’re not as innocent as you make yourself out to be~.” He whispered seductively. As much as I loved this feeling, he had to be stopped. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out of my skirt and just in time because our stop was approaching. Once the train had stopped, he leaned down to whisper in my ear again. “Meet me in my office on your lunch break, darling~” He got off of the train while I paused, almost forgetting to get off.

I hopped off and started making my way my usual coffee shop. I always stopped by there before work. As I walked in, I noticed a face i hadn’t seen before. I had grown quite fond of all of the employees, but this one I didn’t recognise. They must’ve hired someone knew. He was gorgeous, a little bit short, but nevertheless stunning. He had black, mid length hair, with a middle parting. He had a smile that could light up a whole room and quite a cute aura. I had been so focused staring at him, I didn’t notice that he was trying to take my order. “Ma’am, can I help you?” He gifted me a gentle smile, knocking me out of my trance. “Ah yes, so sorry! Could I get a caramel latte with extra cream?” I asked, He immediately typed it into the till. “Of course, is that all?” His voice was so soft and pretty, I could listen to it all day. “Yup that’s all, how much will that be?” I asked. “On the house… if I could get your number?” He flirted, looking me in the eye. He was confident, even more attractive. My cheek went a light shade of pink. “Eh sure why not?” I took my phone out of my pocket and opened up the keypad, handing my phone to him. He took it and swiftly typed his number in, saving his contact with the name ‘Joongie<3’. I read his name badge. His name was Hongjoong, what a pretty name. “thank you uhh-“ I cut him off. “Y/N, call me Y/N.” I smiled. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He passed my phone back to me. “Nice to meet you too, Hongjoong.” I replied. “Wait how did you- oh I forgot I wear a name badge.” He let out the cutest chuckle, to which I replied also with a chuckle.

After our conversation I waited, patiently for my latte. After it had been made, I bid Hongjoong a goodbye and made my way into my work building. There was nothing special about my job. It was a basic office job, nothing more to it, I sat at a computer all day and got paid to type. I can’t the pay was bad though, the pay was pretty good for what it was, it gave me enough to live on and that’s all that mattered. There was one thing I looked forward too everyday and that was eye fucking Song Mingi whenever he made a grand appearance however today I felt as if I had more than just eye fucking to look forward to.

I walked over to my computer, setting my coffee down on the table. I decided to take my phone out and message Hongjoong, just so my number would show up in his phone.

Hey! it’s Y/N, message me when you get the chance

Delivered

I knew, as he was at work, it would take a while for him to reply, so I just got straight on with my work.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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armpirate · 8 months

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Kalla | Choi San || Masterlist

Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

Summary: She was surprised by how fast her life went from the perfect fairytale to the destructive mess it had turned into. Dealing with a cheater ex boyfriend, having to move out to a different place because the house she lived in belonged to that man she once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with, while continuously being underappreciated at work... It was as if life was telling her to stop dreaming big, to go back to her small town, Bibury, and help her parents run the small farm her family had owned for decades.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

A sudden vacancy as an assistant showed up on one of her friend's system, having her being encouraged to take that big step and apply for it. She had no hopes for it. Mainly because she didn't have any experience on the field, and she didn't comply with most of the requirements that were added on the offer -and which most of them sounded ridiculous and exaggerated for the position, making her wonder who was the freak who needed so many guidelines in order to hire someone to pick up the phone and schedule events.

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with.

Choi San wasn't someone easy to deal with. After his previous assistant presented his resignation letter on his desk, he felt forced to start the whole selection process again -after merely two months.

Sure that he was being way too strict, enough to find that anyone who applied for the position wasn't enough, he asked one of his friends to be in charge of the interviews and the selection of the most adequate candidate.

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position.

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel.

Y/n will have to learn how to mold onto him and deal with all his small habits and requirements, and San will find himself trying to open up and let out all those same things that turned him into the person he was.

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it.

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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Behind Closed Doors - Chapter 1

Pairing: CEO! Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Slice of life, Suggestive(ish)

CW: None, just Woo is a bit of a flirt.

Word Count: 4273

Summary: Y/n is a Journalism student who’s eager to start her internship at a big media firm, but when her nerves start to get the better of her, her roommate Clio suggests going to the new bar that just opened to take the edge off. Who would have thought that night would open up a whole can of worms y/n wasn’t prepared for.

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Prompt List Series Masterlist MasterList Buy me a Coffee

You look at the clock on your phone which read 10:30. Your head falls limp in your hand as you stare between your phone screen and your notebook that was now covered in doodles, how had it only been half an hour since the beginning of your lecture, you still had another hour and a half to go at least. Todays lecture was the start of Law in Media, you were usually very alert when it came to your lectures, the pages in your notebook filled back to front with colourful notes, thoughts, opinions and questions, but Law … not so much, you tried to take notes at the start but boredom soon took over causing you to zone out and mindlessly doodle over what useless notes you’d already written down. You go back to your phone briefly to text your roommate Clio.

[Y/n 10:37]

“Hey, what are you doing in around an hour?”

[Clio 10:38]

“Nothing, why? … Wait, aren’t you in class?”

[Y/n 10:39]

“It’s boring as shit, wanna grab a coffee when I’m done, I think I’m gonna need it after this snooze fest.”

[Clio 10:41]

“Anything for you girlie.”

You smile at her response as you tuck your phone away again and attempt to pay attention to the last hour of your session, coming out of it with even a small amount of notes is better than going away with nothing at all. You were finally free when your lecturer decided to dismiss you for the day. You’d never been so quick to thrown your things into your bag as you were today, no organisation just swiped off the desk into the bag which you slung over your shoulder and headed for the door. You sent another text to Clio telling her you’d left and you were on your way just to be sure she was ready.

When you got to the coffee shop you weren’t surprised to see that Clio wasn’t there, you had grown used to the fact she’s always late, it was that much of a habit you both made jokes about how she’d be late to her own funeral. While you waited for her to arrive you bought your coffee’s and found a nice spot to sit next to a window. Just when you were about to drop her a text asking where she was that’s when she came flying through the door scanning the room for you. “Sorry, I fell asleep waiting for you to finish class.” You couldn’t hold back your chuckle, you could picture her watching one of her cheesy dramas while she waited ultimately ending up sprawled out over the couch like a starfish asleep, you knew this is what happened because you’ve come home to it many times before and always made jokes about it to here. “It’s okay, I got your coffee, cappuccino with extra chocolate dusting just the way you like it.” She beamed at you in thanks as she took the cup with both hands holding it to her nose. “So, how bad was the class?” Clio asked before taking a small sip of her coffee. “Oh it was so bad, I’d find a lot more entertainment in watching paint dry.” You scoff. “That bad huh? What are you on now?”

“Law in media.” You roll your eyes wanting to forget the whole thing. “LAW!? You’re studying to be a journalist not a fucking lawyer.” Clio laughs seeing how annoyed you are over it all. “I know but we need to know what’s legal and what’s not for media, we need to be able to cover our asses if we get a really juicy story.” Clio gives a light nod acknowledging where you’re coming from. “Have you heard anything from that company you applied for an internship at?” You nod nervously at her question, you were so happy you got in but you were dreading the interview, you’ve never been very good at hyping yourself up to others and the constant thoughts of how you could mess up were really making you nervous. “Yeah, I’ve got an interview tomorrow with the C.E.O of all people.” You took a nervous sip from your coffee avoiding your roommates beaming eyes at the news. “That’s great I’m so happy for you, my favourite girl in a big shot company that’s amazing!” You smile at her enthusiasm grateful for how much faith she had in you for getting through the interview successfully to begin with. “I need to do well tomorrow before you can go bragging to people.” You laugh as she swats away your doubts with her hand. “You’ll do amazing I know you will, there’s no need to be nervous.” Your laugh came out a little louder than you planned, catching the attention of some people sat around the coffee shop. “I’m filled head to toe with anxiety I don’t think not being nervous is an option.”

“I have an idea to take the edge off, that is if you’re up for it.” Clio winks at you over the brim of her cup. You know that wink all too well and whenever she gave you that wink trouble was always sure to follow. “Oh no, what are you planning...Look if you’re gonna try and hook me up with that guy for your Lit class I’m not going I've told you I’m not interested.” She laughs at how you jumped straight to that conclusion trying not to spit her mouthful of coffee everywhere. “No, no, I was thinking we could go out, you know get a couple drinks down you to take the edge off, I heard there’s this new bar a couple streets over that just opened it’s meant to be the new hot spot.” Her offer did sound good but was drinking really a good idea before a massive job interview? “Clio, I don’t think it’s wise if I turn up to my interview tomorrow with a raging hangover, it’ll make me look unprofessional and like I don’t give a shit.” You argue, you knew you were lucky to even get the interview in the first place. “We won’t go crazy I promise, just a few drinks and we’ll be out of there, you just need a little something to take the edge off that’s all, and if you’re not gonna take up my offer and sleep with Mingi...” You groan cutting her off before she even starts. “I told you I’m not gonna sleep with him, I don’t care how interested he is.” Clio tries to stifle her laugh so not to disturb anyone again but had great difficulty in doing so. “I’m sorry, okay I’ll stop. So drinks tonight are you in or out?” You took a little time to think about it, on one hand you knew going out was the irresponsible decision but on the other hand if you could keep Clio to her word about only having a few and not going crazy then it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. “Okay I’m in.” You agree as Clio tip taps her feet under the table trying to keep in an excited squeal. “On the condition we don’t go overboard.” You shoot her a warning look to show you’re being serious. “I promise.” she nodded her head aggressively still trying to hold back her excitement.

By the time you were ready it was 7pm and Clio was getting impatient. “Come on you said you don’t wanna go crazy so we don’t have much time to waste let’s goooooo.” She calls to you from the living room. You’re just putting on the last of your accessories but struggling to find a pair of earrings to match your emerald silk dress which you paired with some black strappy heels. “Hey Clio which ones do I go with?” You ask walking into the living room holing up a different earring in each hand holing them to your ears. “The left one.” She answers not looking up from her phone. “Hey, you didn’t even look at them.” You pout jingling them in your hands to get her attention. “I don’t care, just pick a pair and let’s goooo.” You look at the earrings again giving a shrug and just going for the one in your left hand before grabbing your clutch. “Okay, shall we?” You ask holding your arm out to her like couples do in her cheesy romcoms. She gives a squeal at the gesture and links her arm with yours as you walk out down to the bar.

The bar was packed, Clio wasn’t lying when she said it was going to be the new hot spot, it looked like it already was. The music was blaring so loud you had to lean in to Clio’s ear to be able to talk to her. “This place is amazing!” You yell in hopes she’s able to hear you. “I know right, do you wanna grab a drink?” You nod with a smile as you head over towards the bar. The music was a lot quieter around the bar which you were quite relieved about, you didn’t want to add a lost voice to your list of worries for your interview. As a treat to you Clio insisted on buying the first round of drinks, the bartender handed over 2 of the prettiest drinks you had ever seen, a pink liquid with small berries scattered throughout and topped with a small sprig of lavender and a small skewer of strawberries all served in a tall slim glass. “This is so pretty.” You gasp looking at your drink taking a small sip. “A pretty drink for a couple of pretty girls.” The bartender winked as he walked off to his next customer. Clio glanced over at you raising her eyebrows, you quickly shut her down with a nudge as you make your way to the dance floor.

You were so lost in the music, feeling the beat and each note run through you, your body almost moved on its own, Clio was just as bad as you her arms in the air drink spilling a little every now and then. You were having the time of your life, definitely what you needed to calm your nerves. As you dance and laugh with Clio you seem to draw in attention from a number of men, most of which treid their hardest to dance with you, well, call it more of a grind. You made a promise to yourself tonight was not a night for that, you weren’t looking for a hook up you came here to drown your stress. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” You hear Clio yell to someone behind you. You turn to see some random guy uncomfortably close to you eyeing you up and down, you stepped back in an attempt to get away from him when you hear Clio yell again. “Hey, dumbass I’m talking to you!” He glances over to her still trying to dance with you. “Step away from my girlfriend buddy, she’s taken.” You whip your head around to look at her wide eyed over what she said, her small side eye to you told you to go along with it so you did allowing her to snake her arm around your waist pulling you close to her. This seemed to only rile the creep up even more. “Ah, 2 for 1 I see.” Before he could take another step the both of you threw your drinks into his face, the action not planned made you both giggle as you watched him storm off into the crowd flicking the pink drink off him and ruffling it out of his hair. “Thanks Clio.” You laughed as you hugged her. “We gotta keep each other safe from creeps am I right?” She says laughing harder as she pulls you in to dance a bit more.

Music talking over you again you got back into your rhythm, however you were still a little shaken keeping an eye out for more creeps. As your eyes scan the dance floor you find your gaze locked with probably the most attractive man you’d ever laid eyes on. His body was moving fluidly to the music, not missing a beat, his long black hair slightly hanging in his eyes, he shot you a small smirk obviously catching you looking at him. Your eyes widen in embarrassment as you try to avert your eyes from his. “What’s up?” Clio asks seeing your cheeks turn to a flush pink shade. You shake your head in reply as you find your eyes wandering over to the man again who, by the looks of it, hasn’t taken his eyes off you. Clio turns to follow your eye line finally seeing who you were looking at. “Oh he’s cute go talk to him.” Clio encouraged giving you a playful nudge. “I’m not going to do that.” You laugh focusing your attention on her. “And why the hell not, he’s clearly even the tiniest bit interested look at the way he’s looking at you.”

“That other guy was looking at me the same and he was a creep.” You argue. “Yeah but this one is FINE.” You couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction to him, and knowing Clio the way you do you knew for a fact if it was her he was looking at she’d have jumped on him in a heartbeat, but you were sticking to your promise. You take another glance at him, he seemed to have gone back to what he was doing, you couldn’t stop yourself admiring everything about him the way he moved, his hair damp with sweat from dancing and his purple silk shirt leaving little to the imagination with how deep the neck line was. You felt yourself start to get more and more flustered the longer you looked at him, now was the time to get another drink down you. “I’m gonna go grab us some more drinks.” You yell to Clio over the music, she nods in response as she danced off into the crowd.

You took in a deep breath once you got to the bar, taking a bit of time to calm down in the slightly quieter area. Even though you only had 1 drink in your system your head was spinning, you weren’t sure if it was the deep rooted anxiety of your upcoming interview or if it was the fiasco of that creep from earlier still running through your mind but you knew you needed a few minutes to get your heart rate back to normal. You quickly check your phone for the time, 9pm, you nod to yourself happy with how the night is going so far, you weren’t drunk and it was still early, usually if this was any other time you’d be 4 drinks deep and starting to feel the buzz. You head over to the bar ordering a simple pink gin for you and Clio, the same bartender smiling as you placed your order and walked away to make it. Playing with a mini skewer you’d found on the side of the bar you started to trail off into your own thoughts only to be ripped away from them a second later. “And what’s a pretty little thing like you doing at the bar on your own?” You hear an unfamiliar voice say from behind you, you turn to see the man from the dance floor approaching you. He looked even better up close, the way his face was a little flushed from his dancing and the heat from the club, his hair slightly messy but the way it sat still looked amazing like he meant it to look like that, your eyes glanced a little further down his silk shirt loose fitting and displaying quite a bit of his toned chest that was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “Is that your go to pick up line to girls at bars?” You ask trying to seem unphased as you lean on the bar. His eyebrow raised a little not expecting that response from you. “Well only to the really pretty ones, and that’s rare.” He winks joining you by your side. You scoff at his words and try to turn your attention to anything other than him. “Hey, you didn’t answer my question, why is a beauty like you on your own?” You roll your eyes knowing you weren’t going to get any success in ignoring him. “I’m not on my own, I’ve just come back to get drinks for me and my friend.” You say matter-of-factly. “Oh, so your boyfriend is probably back at home or something, he’s a lucky guy having a stunner like you to himself.” You laugh a little too loud at his assumption. “I don’t have a boyfriend, just here with my friend to take my mind off a few things.” His eyes widen hearing that you’re single and he decides to slide ever so slightly closer to you. “A little stressed huh? And what stresses can a beautiful girl like you have to stress over?” He rests his head in his hand shooting you with a charming smile that makes you unconsciously smile back even though you didn’t want to fall into his spell. “Just work stuff, I could say the same about you, a charming guy like you on your own, a bit suspicious if you ask me.” The man gives a small chuckle as he glances down to the top of the bar being caught off guard as his own words were used against him. “Well you know, I’m a single guy looking for a bit of fun so why not?” You scoff again seeing what his real intentions were. “Look I’m not looking for anything like that.” You shoot him down before he tries to continue any further. He looks up at you a little wide eyed to what you said “Oh I didn’t mean to come off like that, yeah a hook up was a possibility for tonight but when I saw you out there I knew I just had to talk to you, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” You give him a small smile feeling he meant what he said, you’ve come across men like him plenty of times, they sweet talk you and once you give them an ounce of attention they try to get into your pants and get all pissy when you deny them, but this guy, he seemed a bit different. “I’m sorry for assuming.” You smile at him, just as you were about to say something else the bartender comes back with your drinks. You thank the bartender with a big smile and go to pull your purse out of your bag but you’re stopped when a hand holds yours in place. “It’s on me.” The man says with a wink as he slides his card over to the bartender. “No, I can’t let you pay for my drinks.” You insist not realising it was to late. “It’s my pleasure a girl as stunning as you should never have to pay for her own drinks.” His charming smile returning to his face as his hand still lays on top of yours. You feel your stomach do flips as you feel yourself getting pulled into his charm. You had to fight yourself to stop from encouraging him, it was one thing the man was handsome and charming but it was another thing that he knew he was, you could see it in his eye and the way he acted, he knew he was hot shit.

You grab your drinks and turn to leave the bar. “Thank you for the drinks.” You smile as you take a step away from him just to be stopped by a hand gently holding onto the top of your arm. “Hey, I didn’t catch your name.” You turn to answer him but almost spill your drinks as you come to realise how close he was to you, any closer and your nose would be brushing his chest. You look up to meet his eyes through his damp hanging black hair. “Y/n.” You simply answer flashing a flirty look leaving him taken aback slightly. “Wooyoung.” Ah, so now you have a pretty name to match the pretty face, both of which you’ll be sure to remember. “I hope I get to see you around some time, sooner rather than later.” Yo took this opportunity to have a little fun yourself as you left. “Maybe, and maybe next time we run into each other we’ll be on the same page of looking for fun.” You shoot him a wink as you disappear into the crowd leaving him with a smug look on his face thinking of the possibilities.

The next morning you were woken by the loud ringing of your alarm, it never bothered you before but today it seemed to be twice as loud as usual, the ringing still buzzing in your aching head even after you turned it off. Curses leave your mouth as you sit up feeling the room spin slightly, you were pissed at yourself for letting yourself drink as much as you did but at the same time you were thankful you stopped while you were ahead, yes you were slightly hungover but you’ve definitely had much worse hangovers in the past. Finally finding the energy you managed to drag yourself out of bed to get ready for your interview, not before taking a painkiller beforehand. You were met with Clio in the kitchen as you grab a coffee to wake yourself up and seeing the state she was in made you even more thankful. “How you feeling?” You grumble giving her a small pat on the head. Clio didn’t even lift her head from the counter when she moaned her response, you did feel a small amount of pitty for her knowing he had to attend a full day of lectures in this state so you slid her a painkiller and a big glass of water to help her get through the day a little easier.

After you were showered you felt a lot better and refreshed feeling a little more confident to take on the interview, you wanted to make a good first impression so you shuffled through your wardrobe looking for something that was smart but not too smart at the same time. Settling on a simple black skirt and a white button up paired together with a paired of black slip ons, you looked yourself over in the mirror happy with how you looked, you straightened out your hair a little before grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

The cab ride to Ocean Media was quite short and you were thankful you missed rush hour traffic. As you pulled up outside you were in awe of the tall glass building, it was a lot bigger than what you imagined it to be and quite frankly you were a bit intimidated and your nerves were starting to set in again. You took a deep breath and smoothed over your skirt before stepping inside. The lobby was huge, white marble covered the floor and the high ceilings adorned with low hanging abstract lighting, you were taking in your surroundings aimlessly looking around when you heard a soft voice call over to you. “How can I help you?” You turn your attention to the woman behind the desk, she was small and offered a soft smile as she waited for your reply. “Hello, I’m here for an interview.” Your voice trembled slightly reality setting in. “Oh you must me Y/n, of course follow me I’ll take you to where you need to be.” You nod a thank you as you watch her walk out from behind the desk and lead you to the lift. You watch as she presses the button to the top floor and watched the number slowly rise as you travelled up each floor, ever time the number rose you felt your hands start to sweat a little more and your heart beat a little faster.

The light ding signaling you were at your destination made you jump slightly and you were grateful the receptionist didn’t notice. You follow her out and once again take in your surroundings, the bright open space filled with a few sleek black chairs and tables and a small desk to the side where another woman was sat. “I have y/n here for an interview.” The receptionist said to the other woman who nodded and buzzed to let someone else know. The receptionist took her leave and gave you a hopeful look as she walked away to get back to work leaving you with who you assume to be a personal assistant. “Mr Jung will see you now.” She announced to you leading you to the door of his office. With a light knock she opened the door stepping to the side to allow you to enter. You looked around the room not seeing anyone but as the chair slowly turned to face you, you felt your heart leap out of your chest and your stomach hit the floor. The man sat before you and the man who was taking your interview, your could be boss was none other than the man you were with the night before. Wooyoung. “Thank you Amber.” He said with a smile dismissing her as he turned his attention to you. “Miss Y/l/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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Heal Our Love

Day 2 of the blogversary drabble week.

Pairing: ceo!husband!seonghwa×wife!oc (A-Yeong)

Genre: angst, fluff, smut.

Summary: he wanted a wife.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol addiction, unprotected sex (you do that and I will hit you unpleasantly), creampie, dirty talk, oral fem., Oppa kink(for @cheline 💓😆)(Lemme know if there is anything else.)

Word count: 5.8k

Note: AU idea and the beautiful fiction picture by our lovely @nanibecute. Thank you so much😘💓

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The loud roar of a sports car echoed in the stillness of the night, indicating his arrival. A-Yeong got up from the couch and stood in front of the main door. Knew very well that her husband would get angry if she wasn't there to greet him and take his briefcase from him and offer him water or whatever he asks for.

A-Yeong, a young twenty-two years old girl who got herself wrapped with twenty-five years old Seonghwa, the CEO of Park Enterprises. The most famous and rich business is very much popular in South Korea, Dubai, and America. They have many high-end hotels and other businesses around the world, mainly in the aforementioned places but working on other projects in various other countries.

It keeps Seonghwa fairly busy that he sometimes forgets that he has someone waiting for him back home. But it doesn't make him feel bad, he doesn't care. He is also known as the coldest of the CEOs. He loathes if someone makes a mistake in any way. Even if it is his wife, managers, employees, or even his friends and parents, he will make them realize the worst way possible.

A-Yeong wasn't rich but she got a scholarship and was able to study in the best business school in London, England. That's where she met with Seonghwa.

It didn't take time for her to fall in love with Seonghwa. Unable to resist, she let her feelings be wild in front of him. As she expected, he was cold as ice. He didn't insult her specifically but did call her an idiot for feeling such things for him.

But a few months later he contacted her. By now, she was studying and he was already back in Korea and was handling his CEO position. Seonghwa was smart, he knew well about A-Yeong. She was a kind, smart, and intelligent girl. She carried softness around her and welcomed everyone. But this was something he thought was stupid. No one should be this open and welcoming in his perspective. It will only ruin them internally.

Seonghwa needed a wife. And A-Yeong needed him. Even after he moved away after unintentionally breaking her heart, he knew she still loved him. So he used this to his benefit.

He asked her to marry him. That way, he could get what he wanted and she would get what she wanted. As he thought, she agreed in a breath and moved to Korea to marry him. She didn't drop out but shifted to online classes that Seonghwa was more than responsible for paying for.

So, here she was, waiting for her oh-so-lovely husband to come inside and order her like she is a maid.

The door opened and Seonghwa sighed. He loosened his tie and looked at A-Yeong with one eyebrow raised. "Welcome back home, Oppa," she bowed and took the briefcase from his hand, and gave him space to move inside. One rule he had was for her to always call him Oppa, it kinda took her by surprise but didn't say anything.

"Dinner?" He asked as he made his way towards his bedroom on the second floor.

"I'll reheat it by the time you are done," she mumbled.

A-Yeong left his briefcase in his home office and went into the kitchen to reheat the food. Seonghwa always left a slip every morning on which he left his demand for dinner or whichever meal he would be back for.

He never showed her emotions. She only wanted him to realize that her love was not a joke. The first thing she was upset about was the fact that he didn't tell her that he asked her to marry him for business purposes. If only she knew.

"A-Yeong?" Her eyes widened after hearing his voice after nine months. She didn't know if she should be happy or not.

"S-Seonghwa?" She stuttered.

"Do you still love me?" He simultaneously asked.

"I—"

"Marry me. Come to Korea. I want you."

"Bu—"

"I'll book your flight and pay for your online classes. Don't worry about anything," with that he hung up, leaving A-Yeong shocked.

The table was set up with the food. Seonghwa had to admit that she made delicious food. He sat there with A-Yeong on the other side. The only thing going inside his head was his work. He never asked her about how she was or how her studies were going.

On the other end, she always thought about him. Her mind wouldn't be at peace until he was back at home. He was careless when it came to his own health and it bothered her.

A-Yeong's thoughts got corrupted by the day they both fought—

"Oppa, I only asked for love! Can't you give that!?" She screamed at him.

"I don't love you! Who told you that!?" He screamed back after aggressively shutting his laptop.

"You asked me to marry you!" Her face was red, tears running down her soft cheeks.

"It doesn't mean that I love you or anything."

A-Yeong stiffened. She could hear her broken heart crumble. "Then why would you… marry me? I-I'm not even rich," she whispered.

"It's not always about money. Sometimes it's about reputation and respect," he harshly replied.

"There is no respect for me…" she sobbed.

"...my respect in the business world," he said and went outside of his home office, slamming shut the door behind him.

"At least recognize me," she whispered to no one and sat there, crying the whole night.

A-Yeong held her tears back. Wanting to get over this awkward dinner, she quickly finished her meal and went into her room… separate room.

She has always dreamed of a perfect romantic novel-type life, with a loving husband and possibly two children but that was the farthermost thing for now. Her husband doesn't even look at her let alone love her– both mentally and physically.

His sick games were too much for her fragile heart. There was nothing much she want, just love. Like any other person with feelings, she wanted to feel like she was needed and wanted for real and not for someone's reputation or respect– something she wasn't getting.

"Mom?" She spoke when her mother picked up the call.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Her mother's soft voice spoke.

"I'm gonna catch a flight tomorrow and I'll be coming back to London," A-Yeong informed, trying not to burst into tears.

"Oh, honey! It's been so long. Is everything oky? Why so suddenly?" Her voice came out worried.

A-Yeong's eyes shed some silent tears, "everything is great. I just wanna go back home…" I wanna feel loved, was what she wanted to say.

"Oky, honey. I'll be waiting for you. It's been more than two years. Ah! I'm excited! Is Seonghwa coming?" Her mother asked.

"Ah, Oppa is busy with his work. You know they are working on many projects so he won't," she felt bitter not telling her mother the whole truth.

"Really? He works so much. Tell him to rest from me, will you?"

"Sure!" She wiped her tears with the back of her hands. "I should go now. I'll text you before catching the flight."

…

It was nine in the morning, and Seonghwa finally came down. Dressed in his expensive Louis Vuitton suit, he was ready to leave after his breakfast. The house looked far too empty and quiet compared to other days. A-Yeong wasn't in the kitchen as she usually would.

'She must have gone to the farmers market,' he thought to himself and opened the microwave where his breakfast was. Just a typical A-Yeong, still worrying for Seonghwa's health.

Seonghwa felt disappointed, just a little. He was used to seeing her every morning in her apron, serving him breakfast with a huge smile. He had to say though, that her smile was getting smaller and smaller every day.

He shook his head and ate his breakfast. He had other important things to deal with. It's not like she left forever. He would see her for dinner.

...Well, he was wrong. There was still no A-Yeong in the house when he returned. He was so ready to give an earful to her for not greeting him at the door. But didn't hear any rushed footsteps or any noise at all. He went to her room, only to find it empty. He noticed that the room was exceptionally empty.

Seonghwa never came inside her room when she was awake. He only stepped inside a few times, late at night when she was sleeping. He doesn't know why but whenever he had a particularly bad day, he would come into her room and look at her sleeping form. This never failed to make him feel better and ready for more.

This was all done without him knowing that he did this.

The panic rushed into his veins. He ran from room to room like a crazy person trying to find his wife. But no luck. The anger seeped into him as time passed.

"So fucking careless! Doesn't she know that she has to be here when I come back?" He muttered to himself.

Tired, he finally slumped on his couch. He sat there, waiting for his wife to come back. He was sure he would be way harsher than at any other time. She couldn't even follow simple rules!

Looking around, his eyes fell on the folded paper on the coffee table. He sighed and picked it up. Unfolding it, he saw what she wrote —

Oppa… A-Yeong here. I can't take this anymore. I wanna feel loved. I don't want your money or you to pay my expenses. I don't even care if you keep me in a dungeon. All I wanted was your love. I'm a simple woman with simple needs… I don't know why it is so hard for you to love me back… anyway, I'm taking the first flight to London this morning. I have kept the breakfast in the microwave. Take care, please.

I'll file for divorce as soon as I can…

A-Yeong.

A tear slipped out of Seonghwa's eyes, followed by more. He wasn't expecting her to leave like this. He never felt what love was. But right now, his heart was clenching.

"What have I done? Why am I so sad!?" He couldn't decipher the hurt in his heart. They have been like this, cold, forever. He didn't care for her but why was he feeling so hurt? Why was his heart cracking?

…

"A-Yeong! Mr. Kim! Breakfast is ready!" Nari, A-Yeong's best friend from the University, called for her from the kitchen window.

"Hold on a second… I am almost done!" She and her father were pulling the weed in the tiny backyard.

"I'm gonna take a really quick shower… it's kinda hot today," her father wiped his forehead with the hand towel hanging from his neck.

It's been a month since A-Yeong left Seonghwa's house. It has been tough to not think about him. She was worried about his meals and health. She wished he was taking care of his health. It was nerve-wracking.

As much as she was trying to be chill and normal in front of her parents, she was feeling empty inside. She wanted to feel loved but was not feeling it. It was an empty void in her heart that was taking up more and more.

A-Yeong's fingers itched to pick up her phone and call Seonghwa every single minute. But she felt dejected when he didn't call her to ask if she was pulling his leg or just straight up getting angry with her. "He probably doesn't even care," she scoffed and piled the weeds in the corner.

After washing up, she joined her family and her friend at the table. The delicious chocolate chip pancakes with chocolate syrup were already served on her plate.

"So, A-Yeong, when are you returning?" Her father asked.

"Why? Don't you want me here?" She asked with a pout.

"No, no. You are my only child. I would love to keep you here forever, under our wings. But now you are married. You have another family to deal with. I just think that you should think about that too," he gently explained his concern.

"Mhm, your father is right, Yeong-ie. And not to forget Seonghwa's needs," her mother wiggled her eyebrows.

A-Yeong internally scoffed. He never even touched her somewhere other than the little peck on the cheek at their wedding.

"Oh, that brings another question…" Nari began, "when are we having Seonghwa junior or A-Yeong junior?"

A-Yeong choked on her food. Now she regrets not telling them why she came here in the first place. They were far from having children. Hell, she was planning a divorce.

Divorce. She still didn't do anything about it. As much as she wanted, she couldn't bring herself to file one. Maybe it was fear that Seonghwa would sign the papers and attend court dates without hesitation. In the end, he didn't care for her. So divorcing won't be a huge deal for him anyway.

"Ah, I understand your concerns. But it's been two years and we only spent time before the wedding. I just wanted to be here… with you all," A-Yeong said. "And for the juniors… Oppa is busy. Bigger projects are standing on his head. We will think about it later on," she swallowed the lump forming in her throat.

"Sweety, I understand. You can live here for as long as you want. Oky? And about the babies, I'm happy that you both are not rushing into it, or else the child would be neglected," Mr. Kim patted her back.

"Ah! You kids grow so fast!" Mrs. Kim wiped her happy tears. She was always too emotional.

"I should take these tips from you, Yeong-ah," Nari teased.

…

Seonghwa hasn't eaten anything in two days, only expensive whiskey was running in his system. His house stunk of alcohol. A-Yeong's absence left him broken. He formed the best friendship with his alcohol.

He was barely able to handle his business. Thanks to his other officers and managers who were filling up his absence from work. He barely did anything in this past month. He was drowning in his misery.

At that point, all he wanted was A-Yeong back. He didn't like food that wasn't made by her. He didn't like the fact that there was no one waiting for him at home, so he stopped going out to feel like that. Seonghwa never knew that he cared about his wife this much. All he thought was that this was a business deal. But oh he was so wrong. He now realized that he noticed her every day when they were under the same roof.

At first, he was angry at her for leaving him without telling him in the face. But then he was angry at himself for letting this happen. He could have prevented this by simply reciprocating her feelings. But no, he was too arrogant to even feel his own feelings. He has been cold forever and didn't know that he was damaging her this much.

Seonghwa grew up in an environment where everyone was a workaholic. Nobody cared for anyone. They were all about business. His parents never expressed their love for him. He was handed from one babysitter to another like a ball. Everyone was cold and tough. They only smiled for public cameras and never from the heart.

Now he understands what being loved is like. He realized that he loved the attention A-Yeong gave him. He loved the fact that they were living in the same house. He now realized that after his marriage, he started coming home every day and eating homemade food.

But it was too late…

But it's never too late to correct mistakes, his rational side screamed.

He needed to do something. He couldn't lose his wife. He was thankful that he didn't receive any divorce notice yet. However, now is the time he could make a difference. He needed to act sooner. But he didn't know where she went.

Seonghwa went into his room to get his phone. He picked it up and called his assistant who picked up his call on the second ring, "Hongjoong? I have an important job for you to do."

…

A-Yeong moved into a small apartment about thirty minutes away from her parents. She built up another lie and told them that she got some work here and will be moving into a separate place for convenience. That didn't stop her from visiting her parents every day. She usually had dinner at their place. This has been going on for a week and a half.

She had finally started to search for divorce lawyers. One thing was for sure this was going to be expensive. Sooner or later, she needed to ask for help from her parents. This also meant that it was time to disclose the real reason to come back to London to her parents. It scared her. All the couples in her family were happily married. The fact that she was gonna have a failed marriage was like a nightmare.

A-Yeong took a deep breath and turned off her phone and looked at the clock. It was already ten in the morning. She got up and went for a shower.

She wore a simple black spaghetti top with some supporting shorts. Grabbing her breakfast which consisted of cereals and a chocolate protein bar, she sat on the floor, in between the couch and the coffee table. She turned on the TV. Changing through the different channels, she stuck to Spongebob.

After that, she had nothing to do. The laziness took over her eyes and fell asleep on the couch.

Mr & Mrs. Kim was sitting in the backyard, enjoying their morning. It was a pretty day. The sky was clear, unlike other shady days.

"What do you think about visiting Korea?" Mr. Kim asked his wife.

"Hm, it sounds good. Why?" She sipped on her late morning tea.

"Well, I thought we might pay a visit there. Seonghwa has been so busy. I just wanted to go see him," he pouted. He genuinely loved the guy.

"Don't you think we would be a burden on him? He is busy and if we go, he then has to pay attention to the formalities for us… we should wait for now," she gently responded.

As Mrs. Kim finished her sentence, their doorbell rang. "Oh, did A-Yeong come this early?"

"I don't know," Mr. Kim followed as Mrs. Kim stepped inside to open the door.

As she opened the door, she gasped. "Seonghwa! It's so good to see you again! Oh my goodness. Come on in!" Mrs. Kim giggled excitedly and stepped aside.

Seonghwa wasn't expecting such treatment. He thought he might get punched in the face for treating their daughter so badly. He was, for the first time, scared.

'They seem to be oblivious to the divorce fact,' he thought to himself.

Seonghwa bowed to them and acted as if everything was okay. "It's nice to see you again as well. I hope you both are fine," he shook hands with Mr. Kim.

"Fine as always son!" Mr. Kim began, "but you look weak. Is everything alright?"

"Ahh, right? You look like you haven't been eating properly," Mrs. Kim spoke. "Sit down, I'll make you breakfast. It won't take much time."

Before Seonghwa could protest, she scurried into her kitchen. Seonghwa felt a lump forming in his throat. He never felt this welcomed in a family before. A-Yeong's family was so genuine and kind. So filled with love.

'A-Yeong gets her caring side from her parents,' he observed.

"Work has been taking my time… it still does but I was missing A-Yeong," he wasn't lying so far. "So I thought I should come here and meet her in person."

"Oh, I think she is not the only one missing, huh. A-Yeong lost so much weight in this last month as well. You both should take care of your health more… but it's really sweet that you came this far to meet her," Mr. Kim nodded, impressed.

"Where is A-Yeong?" He asked, looking around. He felt so nervous all of a sudden.

"Yeong-ie is at her place… you don't know?" Mrs. Kim came back with a tray full of food. "By the way, this is left over from yesterday. I'm sorry for not making something fresh… there was a lot left."

Seonghwa smiled at the lady. "It's alright. I will eat whatever you feed me…," he looked at the tray and cleared his throat, "and I do know that but I don't have her address. And I wanna surprise her…" well now he was lying. And she was definitely gonna get surprised.

"That's so nice of you! She is so lucky to have you, Seonghwa," Mrs. Kim smiled widely.

"Not her… it's me who is lucky to have such a wonderful, kind wife," he slightly bowed, "thank you for raising my wife so well. No matter what, it's never enough thanks."

Mr. & Mrs. Kim's hearts swelled with pride and love. Their eyes were glossy. "That's how we know that our daughter is in a good man's hands," Mr. Kim patted Seonghwa's back.

Oh, Seonghwa wanted to bow down and ask for apologies but right now, he could only think about his wife. He got even more worried, now that he knew she wasn't doing well and was losing weight. "Could I get the address, please?"

…

A-Yeong's sweet nap was disturbed by the obnoxious doorbell. Sighing, she got up and looked in the decorative mirror in her living room. She wiped the drool and combed through her hair with her hands.

The doorbell rang again making her flinch. "Ugh, I gotta change this hell of a bell," she mumbled. "Coming!"

As she opened the door, her face fell, and her heartbeat increased. Seonghwa was standing there, looking oh so miserable. His hair was longer, his cheeks were all gone, and the big dark eye bags were so prominent. The little shine he had in his eyes was gone. His appearance made her worried at the same time scared.

"A-Yeong…" he whispered and rushed to hug her. He missed her. Though he never hugged her, he regretted not doing this earlier because she felt warm, she felt safe. "Fuck, A-Yeong, why would you leave me like that," his voice was so hollow, almost sounding like he had no energy left.

"O-Oppa?" She took him inside and made him sit on the couch. "How d-do you know where I live?" She asked ignoring his previous sentence.

"I didn't know before. I went to your parents and they gave me the address," he saw how her face got filled with horror. "I didn't say anything… they were nice. They fed me breakfast as well."

Her face softened at his compliment to her parents. She awkwardly sat opposite him, mind filling with the coldness of their relationship. A lump formed in her throat.

"W-why are y-you here?" She cleared her throat.

"To take you back," he replied immediately as if he came prepared… which he kinda was.

"No… I won't go back," she looked dead into his eyes.

"Please don't say that. I can't without you… please come back. I promise I will do better," he pleaded.

"No! You are only asking for this because all you care about is your reputation and respect!" She spat the words. "I don't wanna go back and be your maid!" Tears ran down her face.

"Fuck the reputation and respect! I want you! This time, not for the public!" He raised his voice.

"How can I trust you? Huh?" She raised her voice as well.

"How do I trust your love for me, then? You left me like that! You didn't even fight for your love!" He was not aware of the things he was saying. Things were being exchanged in the heat of the moment.

A-Yeong stood up as well as Seonghwa. "I didn't fight for your love?" She whispered. "You fight for your love from the world… not with the person you love, Oppa," her breath came out in pants. "I always asked for love. That was the only thing I wanted from you but your head was deep down into your ego! Oppa I came here to my parents so that I could feel loved, but that was not enough… I only wanted your love to fill the void in my heart!... Please remind yourself how many times I begged for your attention and love… please do," she sat back on the chair with a thump, her head in her hands as she violently sobbed.

Seonghwa stood there, even more upset. He was an idiot to even doubt her love. He knew very well that she would go beyond the limits to keep him healthy and happy. And here he was, an ungrateful and arrogant mess who was still pointing his finger at his innocent wife. He knew that she deserved better. She deserves someone who could love her far more than she thought she deserves. But he couldn't let her go. He wanted to make himself better… for her.

He moved closer and kneeled in front of her sobbing form. Taking her hands in his, "I'm sorry, A-Yeong… I ruined good things for you… please forgive me. You can say anything, beat me even. But please… don't leave me like this. I can't live like this. I miss you. I miss seeing you around the house and your little check-ups on me throughout the day," he took a deep breath, "let me heal our love… Give me a last chance. I'll do better. Oky? One month… just one month and I'll prove it to you," his unshed tears finally found their way down his cheeks.

A-Yeong looked at him. Her mind was empty. All she could see was the sincerity in his eyes. She had nothing to lose. Thinking about it, she wanted to give him another chance. Why not? She was still very much in love. No one can just not love someone after so long. It hurts and if he was ready to heal it, then so be it.

"One month you say?" She whispered.

"Please," he sobbed.

Removing her hands from his, she held his face and angled towards her. His lips, which were soft and pillowy, were chapped. She moved their heads closer until their noses were touching. His warm breath fanned over her lips.

"Please come back home with me," and then her soft lips landed on his. She felt so soft and silky against his lips. The ache in their hearts dwindled. Seonghwa wanted to go back in time and smack the hell out of his old self for not understanding things sooner. He was so upset about how he missed these things for more than two years. He could have had the taste of his wife's sweet lips. But now was not the time to sulk. It was time to make things right.

Seonghwa stood up and picked A-Yeong. Her legs were around his hips. Her hands snaked around his neck and caressed his nape. Moving further into the apartment, he kicked open the door of her single bedroom. Nearing the bed, he threw her on it, and she bounced a little making both of them giggle.

Seonghwa was quick in removing his dress shirt and pants. He then helped A-Yeong out of her clothes and oh she looked like a goddess. He has never seen someone as beautiful as her in his life. "You know I'm holding myself back from hitting myself. How could I not see such a precious goddess before?" He said and settled in between her legs.

He grabbed her legs and pulled her closer and feverishly kissed her lips. Their tongues tangled together, and they fought for dominance. His hands traveled down her spine as he helped her lay down. He slowly pulled out of the kiss and moved along the jaw.

His head dipped in her neck as he tried to find the sweet spot, leaving red and purple bruises behind. She moaned when he sucked a particular spot on her neck. He paid more attention to it.

Sitting back up, he admired his artwork on her. His left hand found its way to her boobs and the other one made its way toward her needy pussy. "So beautiful," he latched onto the other breast and licked her perked-up nipple, and gave it a good suck. At the same time, sliding his fingers up and down on her wet pussy.

"O-Oppa!" She moaned and Seonghwa's cock twitched, precum dribbling out of his slit.

"That's right, baby. Say it again," he moaned and gave the other nipple his attention.

"Oppa, please give me more," listening to her, he brought his face near her glistening pussy.

"Look at you, all nice and wet… just for me?" As he blew his hot breath on her pussy making her flinch.

"J-just for y-you, Oppa…" she whined and looked down at him who was already looking at her.

Seonghwa smirked and let his long tongue out and teased her throbbing bud. He enjoyed how her face scrunched up and her mouth hung open, leaving a needy whine.

"Oppa, ple- o-ohhh," she moaned as he roughly sucked her bud. Her eyes rolled at the back of her head.

"So sweet for me," his deep voice made goosebumps on her skin.

His warm and wet tongue poked her leaking cunt. He gave a harsh suck and eased two fingers into her. The wetness and the warmth made his cock twitch. She felt so hot. He could feel her clench around his fingers. "Fuck, baby. You are so hot… look, your slutty pussy is taking my fingers so well."

"Oppa, s-so g-good," she grabbed his hair, pulled him closer to her pussy, and grinded against his face. He let her do whatever she was doing before pulling away and manhandling her onto her side.

He pumped his cock, covering it with his precum and her slick. "You will take Oppa's cock like a good girl, right?" He aligned his throbbing cock with her pussy.

"Yes, yes… like Oppa's good girl–" she whined as he pushed the head of his enormous cock inside her hot cunt.

"Baby, you are so tight– fUck," he moaned loudly. "So tight. You suffocate my cock so well."

He tried to fit the whole of him but he couldn't, too big for her. "Oh baby, is Oppa too big for you? Hm? I can't fit it all the way in."

"Yes-" she whined. "Wanna fit it all," her tears escaped her eyes.

"Don't worry, baby. We will work on that. Don't wanna hurt you now do we?" He waited for a minute and pulled out until his head was left inside her. And then he jabbed back inside her making her scream his name.

"There, there, love. A bit more," he picked her leg and rammed inside her at an animalistic speed. They both were moaning messes.

"Oppa!" His cock twitched again, "I'm cumming!" He brought his hand to her clit and rubbed it for her. Her high hit her like a train. Her body jolted and trembled under him.

Her fucked up state triggered his high as he came inside her with a loud moan of her name. He turned her on her, still inside her. He gently laid on her, without hurting her. His head was right in between her breast. He listened to her heartbeat, it calmed him down, her hand caressing his head was like a cherry on top.

After coming down from his high, he pulled out of her carefully. His cum dribbled out of her gaping hole. His spent cock twitched slightly. Chuckling, he looked at her face. She was looking at him through her hooded eyes. Her face glowing after sex.

"Hold on," he gently whispered and hurried inside the bathroom. Coming back after a few minutes, he picked her up in his arms and brought her inside the bathroom. The tub was filled with steaming water along with a lavender bath bomb, which he found in the drawer while trying to find a washcloth, in it. It smelled so good.

Seonghwa let her get into the tub. He went out, still butt naked, and came back with two champagne flutes and a champagne bottle. He poured some for both of them. He got inside the tub, behind her, and pulled her closer to his chest. Her head comfortably laid on his shoulder. His hands started massaging her shoulders.

"Thank you," she whispered, sipping on her champagne.

"No, no. Thank you… for giving me another chance. I feel bad for acting the way I did," he kissed her shoulder.

"I forgive you…" she smiled.

"But I'm still the cold CEO for the public," they giggled.

"Yeah? I'm not gonna lie if you love me like this, that Oppa will turn me on too," he tickled her at her comment.

"Yeah? Well, my queen will get whatever she wants," they fell into the comfortable silence.

Seonghwa and A-Yeong cherished this moment. This was their new start… where both of them were soft for each other.

"Why didn't you take care of yourself?" A-Yeong's voice came out sad.

"I deserved this," he kissed her temple.

"Don't say that…" she whined and looked into his eyes… they were now shining.

"How about you take care of me and I take care of you?" She smiled widely and nodded, scooting even closer. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah," his hands rubbed her waist.

"Why didn't I receive any notice… about, you know?" He cleared his throat at the bitter filling.

"I didn't dare to do so… although I did start finding one but it all seemed bullshit," she replied.

They stayed in the tub for a little longer. A-Yeong came out and started preparing for lunch. In the meantime, Seonghwa changed the bedsheet.

As they ate their lunch, they started catching up on each other's lives. For the first time, it wasn't awkward or stressful. They held hands on the table and enjoyed each other's company.

Being tired from the earlier activities and lunch, they went to bed for a nap. It was the first time that they both were in the same bed. Seonghwa cuddled her closer, head on hers. Right before they drifted off, he confessed—

"I love you too…"

.....

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I hope you enjoyed this. 😄

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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 1 year

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❥ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ [ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ]

ヾ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : ᴄᴇᴏ! ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ x ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ! ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ヾɢᴇɴʀᴇ : ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴋɪᴍ ᴀᴜ, ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ.

ヾᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴇᴛᴄ.

ヾᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ : ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ "ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴋɪᴍ" ᴋ-ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ ᴀᴜ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ.

ヾᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ : @azriel-owns-my-heart @taehyungisminee @toxicccred @cherryxsang @k-drizzle @kodzukein @yvyvluvr @michel-angelhoe @kbitties @babygurl-hoshi @hellokittyslnt @ate-ez @main-shoota123 @atinyreads @hyunjaespresent-deobi @magnificentdestinytaco @deltamoon666 @ad0rechuu @crimsonstarsofthenight

[ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱᴋ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ]

[ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ : ʜᴇʀᴇ]

ヾꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴇꜱᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ'ꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɴᴀʀᴄɪꜱꜱɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴄᴇᴏ, ꜰᴏʀ ꜱɪx ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ꜱᴏ, ꜰɪʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙɪɢ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ʜɪᴛ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ ꜱᴏᴏɴᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.

ヾᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ :

❥ ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ʏ/ɴ, ᴀ 24 ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ꜰɪᴇꜱᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 18 ꜱᴏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ʙɪʟʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ'ꜱ ᴅᴇʙᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ.

ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʙɪᴛ ʙʏ ʙɪᴛ. ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ꜱɪɢɴ ᴏꜰ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

❥ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ, ꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ, ɴᴀʀᴄɪꜱꜱɪꜱᴛɪᴄ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʙᴀꜱᴛᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴇᴏ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴇꜱᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘ, ꜱᴏᴏɴ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪx ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪɢɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.

ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴊᴇʀᴋʏ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ?

❥ ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ : ᴛʜᴇ [ᴜɴ]ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ

❥ 1.00 — » "𝐌𝐑.𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊??"

❥ 2.00 — » "𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠"

❥ 3.00 — » "Qᴜɪᴛ?!"

[ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴜɴꜱᴜʀᴇ]

#000 ——» 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez series #seonghwa #park seonghwa #park seonghwa smut #seonghwa series #ateez x reader series #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa imagines #ceo!au #ceo! ateez #ateez x reader smut #ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x reader series #ateez

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iwishiwasrichasfuck · 10 months

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I just had a thought: power couple CEO!y/n x Fashiondesigner!hongjoong.

Writers, I summon you

#Hongjoong #Ateez #hongjoong x y/n #Fashion designer hongjoong x ceo!y/n

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maxsix · 1 year

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#Park Seonghwa #Seonghwa #Ateez #HBIC Energy #GangBoss Energy #CEO Energy #D*** Energy #Sl*tty Energy #GQMF Energy #yeah this took me a long time to tidy up #their waiting rooms are absolute chaos lol #as expected #but i have not moved on from this #and the gifs were not enough

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yuuwoo · 2 years

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our secret (k.ys) ✉︎

summary ➵ he’s the young ceo, you’re one of many workers. or are you?

pairing ➵ yeosang x reader

genre ➵ hidden relationship, Ceo! Oneshot

note ➵ again… just a really short drabble

word count ➵ 600 words

Laughter fills the office as you and your work buddy chat about your past weekend.

„And then“, you co-worker says, „he really had the audacity to ask me for my number. Like, UHM do you not see the big, shiny ring on my finger?“

You laugh out loud at her story, imagining the poor guyˋs face after he had been rejected.

„Men can be such idiots sometimes.“, you chuckle.

You co-worker nods quickly and then proceeded to lightly elbow you in your side. „But not him though, here comes Prince Charming.“

And you knew exactly who she was talking about. You turn to the office entrance door and spot Kang Yeosang, your CEO. Some say that he may have been too young to get the status of CEO in your fresh and new company, but you all knew that the role fit him perfectly.

Your co-worker sighs as she looks at your CEO. „Sometimes i do wish that my fiancé was a bit more like him“ You can only nod in agreement as Yeosang walks through the open office.

Wearing a cozy autumn outfit, that would melt every women’s heart, and holding a coffee in his right hand, he greets his workers left and right.

Until he reaches you and your friend.

„Morning Ladys“, he smiles enthusiastically.

„Good morning Kang-ssi“, your friend greets him back. „I see you once again brought yourself a cup of coffee. A good CEO would buy one for each of his employees“

Yeosang gasps dramatically as he put his free hand on his chest. „Ouch“, he exclaims. „But you’re right. During such chilly weather conditions my workers should warm up well enough.“

He glances at you.

„Am I right, y/n-ssi?“

Once again you can only nod as a slight blush creeps up to your cheeks.

„Well then. I will try to remember your request for tomorrow.“, he smiles and continues on his way to his office.

You sigh as you let your shoulders fall.

„I CAN NOT believe that our CEO is still single. That good looking and a CEO?! Nah, doesn’t make ANY sense.“, your friends states.

„Yeah you’re right…“, you agree as you watch your CEO`s door fall into its lock. „Anyways I really gotta get back to work.“

You don’t even wait for your co-worker’s response as you make your way towards your working space, leading right past Kang Yeosang’s office door. And just as you were on the same level as his door, you quickly glance in all directions, slipping into his office as your surroundings were clear of any spectators.

There, you find him in the middle of taking off his coat, his back facing you.

„So what was that about?“, you ask, making him turn towards you like a deer caught in headlights. „That was not really subtle, Yeosang.“

He laughs lightly as he fully removes his coat, creeping closer to you.

„Hmmm… I just wanted to have a bit of fun for when we have to act as if we`re only work acquaintances most of the time.“, he states, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you so close, that you could smell your favourite perfume on him.

All you can do is smile at him, as he pulls you even closer to leave a quick peck on your lips.

„Sooo…“, he continues, „what kind of coffee would you like tomorrow morning, honey?“

#Ateez #ateez kang yeosang #ateez yeosang #ateez au #ateez oneshot #kang yeosang #yeosang #hehet #Ateez office #yeosang ceo

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sonsband · 2 years

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who else but Seonghwa would have the guts the courage the bravery to wear a conservative mid calf skirt to the most boring of photo shoots and still manage to do all that

#I am so excited for this album but these teaser photos... they need a different photographer #if Beat Int has a $20 and whatever change is in the CEO's pocket #and still put out the Siren photos we should ask for more #the promo stuff is so good this time around but then the teasers... portraits #Hongjoong's double ponytail deserves better than department store portrait studio #ateez

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atinyreads · 4 months

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sobbing wheeping squelching giggling ATEEZ FIC RECOS !

@atinyreads

note: these were supposed to be a part of my previous post but tumblr said i already reached the limit :( nonetheless, here are the rest of my favorites and my recent reads <3

note: don’t forget to support (reblog/comment) the blogs who write them ^^ i do not own any of the following recommendations.

cw: some fics contain themes that might trigger you read at your own risk

genre: contains angst, smut, fluff, yandere, and mafia themes.

Hongjoong

just a phone call away by @makeitmingi

drive to survive by @bvidzsoo

love, tailored by @arafilez

only look at me by @pyramid-of-starrs

our destiny by @mi-rae07

the captain’s favourite by @edenesth

Seonghwa

from the cradle to the grave by @prodsh00ky

fire and water by @wooyoungiewritings

yandere seonghwa by @mymoodwriting

dancing with the devil by @bro-atz

your desire by @bvidzsoo

the thing about pretty boys by @wonusite

blinding pavlov by @seohwang

we know by @baek-at-it-again95

like crazy by @gyupinkys

extraterrestrial rated by @latte-fairytaekwoon

idol seonghwa x actress reader trope by @skyechild (idrk why the username isn’t popping out 😭)

Yunho

four seasons of love by @starillusion13

let’s get physical, physical by @bro-atz

who? by @todomochi-uwu

the duke’s weakness by @edenesth

Yeosang

bf yeosang by @darkphoenix07

secret relationship au by @ateezmakemeweep

mafia au by @mingsolo

winter blossom by @atzfilm

angst/fluff reaction by @ateez-writings

moonlight by @miaatiny

San

sex after argument by @darkphoenix07

time’s the charm by @jaehunnyy

morning sex by @destiny-fics

let’s get physical, physical by @bro-atz

jealousy sex by @k-hotchoisan

limitless by @sorryimananti-romantic

the jealousy game by @emeraldelysian

underneath the moon by @hee0soo

blue bird by @seonghwaddict

Mingi

who? by @todomochi-uwu

burning desire by @mi-rae07

fight or flight by @mint-yooxgi

Wooyoung

heavy is the head that wears the crown by @bvidzsoo

siren!wooyoung by @ohmyamor

12:45 by @jinisnuggets

home for the holidays by @highvern

pitiful, you’re pitiful by @songmingisthighs

blue bird by @seonghwaddict

Jongho

torn patience by @thenewblackcanvas

needy jongho by @cuddlyjongho

regret by @mi-rae07

OT8

want you back by @whimsicalwritingsandmore

poly ceo ateez by @atinycafe

Other fic recs !

NEWS FLASH! Best release in kpop history:

#ateez ff #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez yandere #ateez masterlist #ateez mafia #ateez werewolf #ateez fic #atinyreads #ateez atiny #ateez au #ateez smut #ateez reactions #ateez recs

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mosinterlude · 2 years

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KIO AND APOLLO SO SWEET WTH 🤕🤧💔🤩 SOUNDS LIKE THEY TAKE GOOD CARE OF EO 😭💖

THEY LOVE THEIR MAKNAES💗💗 BUT BEST BELIEVE FAE AND Y/N WILL GO TO WAR FOR THEIR OLDER MEMBERS

#mo's love letters 💌#brutal :: love letters 💌#sender :: sunooze 💌#:: they call each other brother and sister #:: and they call their ceo father/dad #:: bc ateez called their ceo dad once

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armpirate · 1 month

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Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 1

MASTERLIST || Next

Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with.

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position.

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel.

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it.

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 14 minutes

Y/n was looking at all of her things, piled ones among the others, at one of the corners of Lizzie's guest room. All her life, ever since she decided to move to the big city, were inside those bags and the three boxes she carried all the way from Abbey Wood to Fitzrovia.

Three weeks back, everything she carried inside was well displayed and placed in the house she shared with Andrew, a place his parents bought for him so he'd have somewhere to settle and start his family -a family that she thought they'd start together when he asked her to move in three years into their relationship. With every day that passed, a future with him seemed to be closer and brighter, and the sound of giggles and small feet running around the house kept sounding louder. She didn't think that she'd hear those giggles and smiles so soon, nor that they'd belong to her -then- boyfriend and the waitress of a restaurant they kept going to -with the excuse of the chicken being extremely good to go somewhere else.

Disappointment and sadness were soon replaced by rage when she remembered exactly when she found them out, and how she was dying to run back home because one of the projects she had been working hard for was handed to someone else instead of her. She ran back to their shared place, looking for comfort and peace, and instead she found betrayal and... mess. All she could see was the dust that her whole life falling to pieces was creating all in front of her eyes, as she fought her need to cry.

—It's not what it seems —he yelled—. I didn't expect you to be so early.

Yeah, because she was actually convinced she'd spend the night celebrating the new work with her new team, instead of running to the earliest bus stop that'd get her back home to such a horrible scene.

Of course she was the one to blame for being early, and not him for being a cheating bastard.

She had dealt with all of his flaws for the past four years because she loved him. Every time he avoided going to one of her business dinners because he didn't think he'd be useful there, she let it pass. Every time he changed their romantic dinners to meet with his parents, she agreed to it. Every time she mentioned a future together and he dodged the conversation, she excused it with how young they were. They were still twenty five, there was no point in rushing it. But reality hit her that day. He was never planning on a future with her. At least, not a serious one. He kept her around because she just allowed him to do everything he wanted, with no questions or doubts from her side.

She kept eating all of her feelings and thoughts, because she thought a relationship was all about sacrifices and seeing the person you love happy. But if that was the way she was going to be repaid, she didn't want any of it anymore.

She stopped dreaming of a happy married life, she stopped looking forward to forming a family, and she was almost going to accept that she'd be stuck in that job position with shitty tasks that didn't require her brain to work too hard, for the rest of her life.

All effort has its reward? Fuck whoever said that, because clearly it wasn't the case for her.

She wiped the tears that kept rolling down her cheeks, moving the reverse of her hand over her skin. Angry at Andrew, angry at her company, and especially angry at herself. Because it was her decisions that brought her where she was in that moment.

Interrupting her internal rant, Lizzie knocked on the door, and after all she got was silence from the inside, she opened it carefully. She silently sneaked in and sat next to her friend, not saying a word, just trying to comfort her with her presence and a hand rubbing her shoulder.

—What did I do wrong? —she sobbed, trying to breathe deeply to stop her own tears— What was my mistake?

—You did nothing wrong —she assured her—. You were always too good for that asshole.

Despite being cordial around him, Y/n could tell how little Lizzie liked Andrew. It was on the way she looked at him after he dropped one of his dumb comments about Y/n's work, or how she'd look at him whenever he left the place they were all in. It was even in the huffs when her friend mentioned how she got a simple text from her boyfriend.

—I gave him four years of my life —she kept ranting—. I was even willing to give up on my job because I thought the problem was on me spending too much time out. And he did that shit.

Lizzie wrapped her arms around her, letting Y/n's head rest on her shoulder while she was encouraged to cry hard, to let out everything she had inside.

She remembered how she had to convince her on keeping the job when she showed up at the pub with puffy eyes, how she spent hours trying to get inside her friend's head that the problem with her boyfriend wasn't on the eight hours she spent working, or on those day long trips she sometimes had to make to visit some potential clients. The problem was on the person her friend had chosen to spend four years of her life with.

—You'll get over this —she assured her—. You'll get out of this stronger than before, and you'll meet someone that...

But Y/n caught her off, raising her head to look into her friend's eye while shaking her head constantly.

—No —she answered—. Maybe all of this is a sign on how I'll end up dying alone —she mumbled.

She knew she was only saying that because she was hurt at that moment, but what could she tell her? That she was wrong? That she'd have to eat her words when she crossed paths with the right person? She was there to cheer up her friend, not to create a dumb argument over something that didn't worth it.

Lizzie thought her friend was only saying anything that came to her mind at that point, but Y/n genuinely meant it. Going through all of that heartbreak, she realized she didn't know who she actually was, she lost the essence she had when she first stepped in college, before meeting Andrew. Thinking of love, after she had been so sure of it, was such a scary thought during that time.

—I actually came because I think I have good news for you —Lizzie finally said.

The light weight on her shoulder disappeared as Y/n lifted her head to look at her friend with a confused look. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, wondering what could be those news about and hoping it wasn't something that could dig her hole deeper on the ground.

—You know we're all the time receiving job offers, right?

Lizzie was working in one of those temporary employment agencies, and she usually came up to her and their other friends about curiosities on those companies or the vacancies they were offering. In general, it was information that floated in the air when they entered the topic of their different companies, which directly connected to badmouthing their bosses and their inability to lead a team properly, or the entitlement that came so naturally from some customers.

—I received one that's exactly what you've been looking for.

Whenever there was a vacancy as an assistant of any kind, or administrative, Lizzie always had her friend as the first candidate that would pop up in her head. At some point, it even turned into an involuntary action to attach her friend's resume along with several others that showed interest in the offer.

—A CEO is looking for an Executive Assistant that could help support him on his daily tasks.

Y/n's lips were puckered as she sat straight on the bed, moving the reverse of her hand over her cheeks to wipe the dry tears left on her skin.

The news was nothing new. Her friend always came with her with that type of opportunity, that always ended up with her not being called, or being rejected after the first interview.

—Guess where?

—Can't you just say what's so special about it? —Y/n tilted her head, lacking so much energy she thought her body would be knocked out at any given point.

—It's in Korea. Usually we only receive offers from companies in Europe, and most of them are based in England. It was weird, but I instantly thought of you when I saw it.

Which was a surprise to no one. Her friends had known her long enough to know that anything related to South Korea was a soft spot for her. That was what happened when she started showing a little too much attention to those groups and short dramas. It was also that made her an easy birthday girl, her friends always knew what to get her -or, at least, always got a close idea of what she wanted.

—Good, I guess —she shrugged.

—You don't understand it, don't you? —her friend sighed— You should apply for it.

—Apply for it? —Y/n calmly asked— For a job in Korea? —Lizzie nodded at her questions, making it clear that was exactly what she meant— I don't even speak Korean, at least not further than those random Duolingo sentences and some random words that got to me.

—Always so pessimistic —Lizzie huffed—. What's that thing that will get you to find a job?

—Good network? —Y/n answered, as if it were obvious.

—The attitude, dumbass —she sighed, throwing her head back as she stood up—. You don't speak Korean well, but with the attitude they won't even notice.

—I really want whatever it is you smoke —she rolled her eyes—. You do realize that, as much as I go there with the best of the attitudes, they'll notice the small detail that I don't speak their language. You know, which is quite a vital detail if I'm going to work as an assistant for a Korean man… in Korea.

—Just leave that up to me.

—Last time you said that I almost ended up milking cows' tits.

—I still don't understand why you didn't go —she muttered, getting up from the bed.

—You don't understand?

—Look —Lizzie interrupted her—, let's fill up your resume a tiny bit, enough to get their attention. A bit of Korean, a bit of Japanese, a bit of Chinese...

—Liz, seriously... —she tried to get her friend to stop.

—They'll likely reject you, yes. But what if they tell you Korean isn't mandatory?

—Are you even hearing what you're saying?

Yes, and she was also aware that Korean was indeed a mandatory bullet point on the petition for the first filter. But Y/n had lost so much self-esteem during those three weeks, with her ex boyfriend and her repetitive job, that Lizzie thought something new and out of her routine would help her break out of that toxic cycle she had been in.

It was going to be a little distraction.

—Let's do this —she insisted—. We'll do what I tell you, and if they call you for an interview, you go. Enjoy it, have fun, have a first touch out of that shitty job you have, and come back to me when it's over.

—It's not going to work out.

—Y/n, you're a strong and smart ass woman, completely capable of doing whatever you have to do. You're able to learn new things by just observing for five minutes. You think a random person with four years in administration and a high level in Korea has that same skill?

—Actually...

—Shh, I'm speaking —she cut her off—. You can do everything you propose to do. Language should not be a barrier for your dreams.

—Perfect —Y/n finally nodded—. Really beautiful speech, but I'm not going to do it. Don't do anything with my resume, and don't send it.

At the same time Lizzie was nodding, pressing her lips together in fake annoyance, her brain was already working on what she was going to write down on her resume, and how she was going to place it to make it as interesting and tempting as possible.

San rested his head over the backrest of the long dark purple couch, trying to relax and disconnect from the long day that had been. Ever since Younsik left, all the work had seemed harder and bigger than before -maybe because, all of his usual tasks, were also added with the management of his own agenda, and having to answer calls and emails that before he didn't have to answer.

The air felt heavy in that wide room. The smell of sex and vice was so evident that he didn't need to look behind some of the curtains to know what was going on. Actually, some drowned moans and constant gasps made him completely aware of what was going on. He smirked, after he started to hear those familiar clapping sounds out of nowhere, tilting his head while he made his way to one of the doors.

The show was about to start, and he was actually curious on who'd earned that spot in the middle of the rounded bed, in between all those crystal bars that separated the viewers from those who were going to put on a show for them.

The lights turned off for those who were sitting on the leather chairs, and turned on for those who were behind all those bars. His mouth twisted in disappointment when he saw that they went straight to action. No foreplay, no teasing... He guessed they had gotten each other heated up enough to do it there in front of everyone. But still, it was disappointing.

The few times he had been on that stage, he made sure to put on a good show, acting as if nobody else was watching them, letting his deepest and filthiest ideas come to life every single time. But that was when he still had a partner he could do that with.

It wasn't like Hyori was a stable partner for him, but she for sure was someone he trusted and someone that understood what he liked. He kind of missed her, or at least he missed the connection and compenetration they two had while they were still fuck buddies -or whatever the hell they were. Despite that, he was still glad she found happiness in someone who actually fell for her and wanted her in every aspect of his life. At least that was what it seemed at their wedding.

Resting his back on the couch, he didn't take long to feel a pair of hands moving mischievously from his shoulder to his chest, attempting to go lower before they were stopped by his thick fingers around her wrists.

—San, c'mon on —the female voice begged behind him.

He tried his best at not rolling his eyes when he heard her voice. She always insisted, and she always got the exact same answer. But Misuk seemed determined on taking Hyori's place, even if he wasn't looking for someone to take that spot. Not because he thought of his past partner as someone important, but because he thought it was deeper than filling an empty spot. He wasn't looking for someone to be the exact same way as Hyori, or to do the exact same things. He wasn't even looking for the exact same type of connection. Because, if there was something that moved him constantly, it was the new experiences.

It had to be natural, primitive even... It was either that, or he'd rather be by himself.

Misuk understood his grip as another rejection, not needing to hear a word from him before she moved her hands away and walked a few seats behind him to look for someone else that'd pay attention to her.

When San focused again on the bed, and realized a second man joined the show, he couldn't avoid tilting his head and moving uncomfortably on his seat. Understanding that the show was taking a route he didn't like, he stood up and headed outside.

It was ironic, because he would love to share his partner's pleasure with the public inside that room, he'd test any limits that there existed, but sharing said person with someone else? He had to draw the line there.

After getting back all of his things, he was able to see the two missing calls from Wooyoung, clicking his tongue at the insistence of his friend, after being quite sure of why he was calling him.

—I've arrived well. Thanks for worrying —San rolled his eyes at the complaining tone—. Tomorrow I'll check the first filter and I'll start calling candidates for the interviews throughout the week.

He had tried to be the one in charge of picking up his own assistant, he had tried so hard, but he found himself way too exigent, maybe asking a little bit too much out of people. At the minimum wrong gesture, or weird tone on their speech, and San was already crossing their names off the list.

That was why he had asked Wooyoung to take the lead on the few candidates that also applied for the vacancy.

After almost making one of the candidates cry by his harsh words, San chose it was a better idea for his friend to take the lead on that matter. At the end of the day, he'd never pick up someone that didn't know how to work and also didn't give a good image.

Most of their selection process had been based in Seoul, with clearly no luck. Shortly after, Wooyoung suggested opening up to different locations, receiving offers from different parts in Asia, and randomly receiving others from other sides of the world. He kept insisting it was a good idea to hire well-positioned temporary employment agencies, to attract the attention from different people that could be interested. And after his idea did indeed work, and he started arranging interviews through Zoom and Meet, he ended up taking the bright decision of moving to some locations to hold those interviews in person.

He could only hope his friend used his sixth sense well, and picked up someone that could keep up with his lifestyle and the way he worked.

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