#geonhak x reader

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Droplets of Water & Love

Oneus OT5 x fairy! afab! reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.6k

Warnings: slight anxiety, kind of stalking but not with malicious intent, I think that’s it

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it! 

Third Person POV

Living a double life that transcends between the normal and what could only be seen as an imaginary world, is difficult. (Y/n) appears completely human, however, that is far from the truth. (Y/n) is a fairy. A water fairy to be precise. She sneaks out of the home she shares with her five boyfriends, Seoho, Geonhak, Keonhee, Hwanwoong, and Dongju, also known as the idol group Oneus, every morning not returning until late at night. At the beginning of the relationship, the boys didn’t notice (Y/n) leaving early and returning late because, well, they did the same thing, considering their job.  However, after a whole year of being together, the boys began noticing some things, (Y/n) left early every single day, never having a day off it seemed, returning in the afternoon, completely drained of energy, whenever they asked about her job she just answers with something vague, and things like that. Because of this, the boys decided to follow (Y/n) one morning when they had a day off from their idol work.  

(Y/n) got up at 5 am, got dressed, and left the apartment. The five members of Oneus quickly got up as soon as the door closed. All of them were already dressed so they could follow (Y/n). Soon enough, (Y/n) turned into an alleyway that led nowhere, the boys sneaked around the corner to find (Y/n) standing with her back towards them just staring at a wall. The alleyway was dark but something seemed to be glowing around (Y/n)’s hands. The five boys tried to quietly walk closer to their girlfriend, which went well until Dongju stumbled on a rock, making a loud bang with his foot as he found his balance. The ruckus made (Y/n) turn around as she was surprised by the sound. (Y/n) was scared that whoever had made the noise was a drunkard or something, she was slightly at ease when she saw her five soulmates but then she became nervous. 

“What are you guys doing here?” “We wanted to see what you do for your job but whenever we asked you never answered,” Keonhee began, followed by Hwanwoong. “So we kind of decided to follow you, sorry,” “I mean, I guess, it’s okay. It’s my fault for not telling you, it’s just, you see, the thing is… um it’s kind of hard to explain,” (Y/n) wasn’t sure how to bring up the fact that she wasn’t exactly human, she was a fairy, and her job was collecting morning dew and other water droplets for her village so that other fairies could distribute the water. On days when she wasn’t working she visited her family, she didn’t get to see them much so if she mentioned visiting her family around the boys they would surely want to come with her. 

“(Y/n), whatever it is you can tell us,” Seoho said as he took a step closer to (Y/n). “It’s really weird and complicated and I don’t know, I’m scared, I guess,” “What are you scared of? I mean when we first met we seemed sketchy and stuff because we couldn’t tell you about our soon-to-be debut and everything,” Geonhak said. “Just one question, do we have to be in this alleyway for this?” Dongju asked with a small chuckle. “We kind of do,” (Y/n) answered, nerves and something close to shame on her face. 

“Okay, promise to hear me out before you walk away?” “We promise,” Geonhak answered. “We would never just walk away from you, no matter what,” Hwanwoong said as he put a loving hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder, all the boys giving her encouraging smiles. “This is going to sound crazy, but I’m a fairy,” And so (Y/n) explained what she was and what she was doing for work, the boys stood there, at first thinking (Y/n) was just joking with them but as she continued explaining everything she also showed them a bit of her magic. 

“I can’t do as much in my human form but I can do this,” The five idols watched in awe as a baby blue light emitted from the girl's hands, small sparkles danced around her and the five of them. Soon a strong light blinded them, once they opened their eyes, the world around them seemed much bigger. They all spun around, not understanding what was happening. After a few seconds, Dongju laid eyes on (Y/n). Translucent blue wings on her back, her hair shinier than ever, and a marine blue flower-like dress adorned her body. 

“Woah,” Was all the youngest boy could say. The other four noticed (Y/n)’s new appearance as Dongju tried to say something. All of them realized that what (Y/n) just told them, was real. “So, yeah that’s almost everything,” “Almost?” Keonhee asked, wondering what more she had to tell them. “You see, fairies like many other creatures, have fated bonds, a person or people whom they are destined to be with, soulmates I guess you could call it,” As (Y/n) explained the situation to the boys her wings began moving, her now tiny form levitating around the air in front of them. 

“Does that mean that we are soulmates? Or do you have a soulmate somewhere out there?” Geonhak asked, a bit worried that they would lose her. (Y/n)’s wings stopped flickering, her body once again landing on the ground. The fairy took a few steps closer to the five boys that she loved with all of her heart. “I love all five of you, with everything that I am, and I could never imagine my life without you guys now. You are my soulmates, I wouldn’t have been with you guys for this long otherwise, it would have felt wrong,” The five idols all broke out into happy smiles while tears filled their eyes, relief, and happiness flowing through their bodies. 

The boys pulled (Y/n) into a tight and warm group hug, all six of them crying and sniffling. (Y/n) felt safe in their arms, she felt accepted, a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, and she finally felt like she could breathe. “Wait, so all this time, you’ve been sneaking off like this to work? Are we holding you from doing your job right now?” Hwanwoong asked, worry evident in his voice. “Well yes to the first question, mostly, and no for the second one. I was sneaking out to visit my family today,” 

“You’ve never really talked about your family before,” “I know, what was I supposed to say, hey guys my family consists of fairies and they’re tiny,” (Y/n) answered Seoho’s question as she chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it’s hard to explain that one, but just so you know, you can really tell us anything, we won’t judge you, because we love you,” Keonhee ended his sentence with another tight hug. “Do you guys want to come with me? Meet my parents?” “YES!” They all screamed in unison. (Y/n)’s hands began glowing once more, small sparkles erupted around the boys, followed by another blinding light. Once the light calmed down, the boys found themselves dressed in flower-like clothing and blue translucent wings adorned their backs. 

“WOAH! We have wings!” Dongju exclaimed as he and Keonhee jumped around in excitement. “You’re going to need them, the only way to get to my village is by flying there,” “We’ve never flown like this though,” Geonhak said, a bit sceptical. “The wings knows what they need to do, it’s like a copy of my wings, so as long as I know how to use them, you’ll be able to use them,” “Let’s fly then!” Hwanwoong said as he ran up to (Y/n), giving her a quick kiss on the lips. (Y/n)’s cheeks reddening with a blush, even after a year of being in a relationship with them she always blushed after kissing. 

And so the six soulmates set off into the sky, the five boys marveling at the feeling of flying. The wings flickering behind them. The way the world looked from the eyes of a small fairy. They laughed as they danced around with the wind, the sun slowly rising over the horizon coloring the world in a bright yellowy-orange hew. After a few minutes, the group arrived at a clearing where ther saw hundreds of other fairies dancing around in the sky as the collected morning dew and sunlight and whatnot. 

“Come on this way,” (Y/n) showed her soulmates around the village, introducing them to some of her childhood friends before they finally came to a stop at a cute little house. A house that (Y/n) grew up in before she moved to the city, living more as a human rather than a fairy. “It’s so pretty, everything around her is so nice, it seems so right that you come from here,” Geonhak said. “What do you mean?” “You shine just like the sun, it’s like you sparkle. You seem like a goddess, ethereal, as a human but seeing you like this, this place and you just makes so much sense together,” “That’s exactly how I feel when I see you guys standing on stage, singing, dancing, performing,” 

Magic exists in everything alive, the most special magic in the world is the one found in true love and happiness. 

[darlingsaybonvoyage]

You accidentally confess your feelings for him thinking it's Dongju

Leedo x GN!Reader

(A/N: I'm so in love with him, I'm actually insane :') )

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ONEUS’s precious lil BIG chick~🐥🌙💕

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Let Them Hear (Leedo)

Pairing: Leedo x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)

Summary: You surprise him at his concert which leads to fun time in your foyer

Warnings: Implied exhibitionism, mentioned free use, rough unprotected sex, oral, fingering, pet names,

A/N: Did anyone else notice how much he licks his lips during performances? Yeah

“Wait, wait-! What if the neighbours hear?” You whine as you push on his head. You’re on the ground in the foyer of your home with your boyfriend’s head between your legs.

It started earlier in the evening when you surprised Geonhak by going to his concert; his eyes widened when he noticed you sitting in the front row. It was funny at first when the other members teased him during the talking moments but then… Over the course of the concert, a wild look settled in his eyes and he licked his lips whenever he made eye contact with you as he danced. It looked like he wanted to devour you and your body burned at the thought so you excused yourself immediately after the show.

Also, you’d rather calm down and wait for him to finish his post-concert activities in the comfort of your own home. Once you heard the key lock beep, you met Geonhak at the door where he nearly burst through to give you a searing kiss. His weight kept moving you back until you felt the wall behind you. “I need you,” He murmured as he ground his erection against you.

You immediately knew what he wanted so you helped him push your pyjama pants and panties down your legs. As soon as the leg of your pants slid past one of your feet, your center of balance tilted as your boyfriend hooked his arm behind your thigh. A startled moan slipped past your lips when you felt him lapping into you. You flailed for balance with one hand sliding against the wall and the other tangling into his hair. It only made him moan, the vibrations from his mouth shaking you to your core.

“Waitwaitwait-“ you whimpered when your other knee buckles at the pleasure, your boyfriend catching you before you fall. He eased you down onto your back and hooked your legs over his shoulders before diving back into continue loudly eat you out.

A wet finger wriggling into you brings you back into the present. The heels of your feet dig against his broad back as you writhe against him. Another finger enters you and he looks up with intense eyes. You’re flushed at his attention and the sound of his fingers pumping in and out of you, your worry about any accidental listeners long gone. He laves his tongue over your clit as his thick fingers pump in and out. They spread out to let his tongue inside and he slurps you like a parched man.

Your legs slides off your boyfriend’s shoulders as he sits up, his lips and chin a wet mess. “You have no idea,” Geonhak murmurs as he pushes his pants down to pull himself out, “How hard it was to hold myself back all night,” and strokes himself with his wet hand, “I wanted to drag you backstage and fuck you.”

Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, red and leaking at the tip, his desperation infecting you now. “You should have,” You tease as you reach down and spread yourself open to show him the mess he’s made so far, “I can take it.” He makes a wounded sound and drags you closer to line himself up.

You exhale at the feeling of the fat tip of his cock pop in and stretch your walls. It always feels like he’s pressing the breath out of your lungs but it’s addicting. Geonhak groans loudly in relief, his eyes nearly rolling back as he sinks into you. You wrap your arms and legs around him and his body shivers from either restraint or excitement. Seeing him so desperate for you feels so good. He almost looks like a puppy if he wasn’t deep inside and ready to blow out your back. His hips grind and barely pull out in short thrusts. Despite the foreplay, he’s still cautious of hurting you from going too quickly.

“More baby, more,” you whine as you work your hips against his. “I can take it, please-!”He smothers you with kisses like he’s trying to consume you. His arms scoop your legs back over his shoulders and he nearly bends you in two.

“Fuck—!” you shout when he starts snapping his hips in a punishing pace, the change in angles has his dick hitting the right spot over and over. The foyer echoes with the slaps of your bodies meeting and your punched out moans. Geonhak grunts and groans above you, nearly feral from pleasure and desperation.

Despite the tears welling in your eyes, you lock your ankles around him to pull him closer for your hips to meet his thrusts.

“The way you looked at me all night,” He murmurs as he slows his hips to a grind, “I could barely keep it together.” You feel his cock throb inside you as he works his hips in dirty circles. “I could barely focus on anything else.” The image of him dancing wildly on stage pops into your head. If you weren’t dating him, you would have agreed to being taken backstage in a heartbeat. Maybe every reality led to you being under him like this.

“All night,” he breathes, “I thought about how I wanted to fuck you.” Your moans shake out with every brutal thrust. It feels like he’s pummelling your insides. “I would’ve dragged you into the washroom and bent you over in a stall.” The foyer light casts a shadow over Geonhak’s face but you could see the feral look in his eyes.

“I should lock you in a room backstage next time,” he continues as he thrusts into you so hard that you inch across the foyer floor, “You could relieve my tension between sets like a fuck toy.” The fantasy plays out in your mind; Geonhak using you like a doll wherever he wanted. It wasn’t much different to now with you both on the floor but the scenario drives you over the edge.

You arch your back as you cum so hard your ears ring. Geonhak slows and groans as he watches you tremble in his arms, your body fluttering around him.

As soon as the tension drains out of your body, he flips you on your chest and pulls you up onto your knees. Somehow, he’s pushed you both up to the adjacent wall with your back in a deep arch as you try to push off the baseboard.

“Just a little more,” he rumbles into your ear, “Please,” and he wildly ruts back into you. It’s too much. He’s too deep. You swear you can taste him in the back of your throat. Your tongue lolls out and drool drips to the floor as you’re fucked brainless. Everything feels far away when Geonhak finally cums with a roar, your eyes rolling back when you feel him fill you up inside.

Then he lays back, holding you close so you’re on top of him. You hardly have any energy left but you roll over so you’re chest to chest with Geonhak. His heartbeat slows in your ear as his hands idly rub your back. You drift off to sleep on top of your boyfriend, the fear of your neighbours hearing has been thoroughly fucked out of you.

[shmooooo]

oneus as doms

pairing: oneus x gn!reader

genre: smut

warnings: mention of hard doms, edging, overstimulation

notes: i wrote this a few days before the whole youngjo scandal and it’s been sitting in my drafts ever since. due to the fandom being so torn about it and him ultimately not being in the group anymore (whether that’s deserved or not can be discussed somewhere else), i’ve decided to publish the ot5 version of this, so enjoy — also reblogs are always appreciated ♡

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Seoho

Hard dom - a tease, will enjoy teasing and edging tf out of you and then overstimulating you after he finally lets you cum. Experimentalist. Also a softie and likely to crack jokes when the sex is more lighthearted

Geonhak (Leedo)

Dom - strict, but usually hesitant to be rough with you because he doesn't want to break you. But once you tell him that you want him to break you... good luck (still a softie though)

Keonhee

Soft dom - loves you, treasures you, gives you anything you want. Sometimes makes you wonder who's the sub considering he's so eager to make you feel good. But don't be mistaken, he is the one in control. And if you don't take him seriously in that role, he will make you pay for it

Hwanwoong

Dom - another tease and often enough also a meanie. Doesn't take shit from anyone but especially not bratty subs. Softer when you're good but still teasing. More likely to overstimulate than edge imo (have you seen his hips)

Dongju (Xion)

Dom - this guy goes from squishy bean soft dom who worships you and follows your every wish to a strict and mean hard dom who will fuck the brat out of you. You think you're the biggest brat in the room? You're wrong. He'll fuck you over, take you apart piece by piece and during aftercare he'll do a 180 and put your pieces together again

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A Secretary's Secret - Oneus - Leedo

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Pairing: Boss! Geonhak x Secretary! GN Reader

Summary: Things between you and your boss are more than just professional. Even if it's on the down low.

Warnings: Implied Sex, Dirty talk, Light Sir Kink

Word Count: 704

Being Kim Geonhak’s secretary was not an easy job, especially during the company's busy season. Originally the company had started off as a large event planning company, but due to the world scene, they had to evolve. Which is what Geonhak had ensured they did. Now you even coordinated small events, right now the holiday events were stocking up too. Mostly clueless boyfriends who knew what their girlfriend liked, yet not how to present it to her or surprise her with it. Which is exactly where your company stepped in. Using the preferences and requests someone sent in you put together the perfect thing and delivered it right to their door, during the times they said it was safe to do so without ruining the surprise. Or in some cases, your workers had slipped inside while the couple was out to set up the perfect layout at home for a perfect romantic evening. 

Due to the rush, you and Geonhak both had been making a lot of trips to the office floor and production team on the ground level. Usually together for a meeting or information, but occasionally you’d have to man something yourself...unfortunately making you more like a management figure during this time. Now is one such time. 

“Yes, I understand that. However, we have events piling up on everyone. Resolve the issue as quickly as possible, and if you can’t find a solution then send it to the complaints department and move on. We don’t have time for this right now.” You tell one of the employees while taking the files that you currently could. Turning around to find Geonhak wearing a lazy smirk as he watches you, “Oh, sorry sir. I didn’t see you there. Is there something I can do for you?”

“I was just coming to make sure you were still here. We have that meeting and I wanted to be sure we were both ready for it.” He responds leading the way towards the elevator, “ You’re the most beautiful person in the room you know...you look especially hot when you take charge like that.”

His whisper sends shivers down your spine as you both enter the empty elevator, waiting for it to close the two of you in there alone before responding, “Well,  I can’t stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always on my mind.”

“Oh? Last night wasn’t enough for you? And here I thought I’d sated you at least for the day little girl.” Geonhak’s smirk is growing, you can hear it in his voice. Though it disappears when he meets your gaze, drinking in the look your eyes hold, “ That’s unfair. You know I can’t resist when you look at me like that.”

“But sir... I want you so badly it hurts.” You whine softly, knowing you’d already had him hooked. It was hard for him not to get wrapped around your finger throughout the day with the way you constantly called him sir, practically purring out the honorific as if that alone was your job.

Geonhak chuckles darkly, slipping his arm around your waist to pull you close knowing that you didn’t have a lot of time left before the elevator arrived at your destination, “When we get off, make sure everything looks good for the meeting one last time and then join me in my office...I’ll be waiting.”

As impatient as you are, you know how important that meeting is. In particular, during a busy season like you’re currently having. You can’t bring yourself to be selfish if it might sabotage that, so you follow his directions and ensure everything is ready as quickly as possible, while still being efficient, before joining him.

Geonhak licks his lips at the sight of you, already slipping his belt off, to waste no time before getting started, “Watching you cum is so hot......I wonder how many times I could get that view before we have to make the meeting.”

His words have you whimpering, squirming under his fiery gaze looking for relief, but he tsks in disapproval of something you’ve done.

“Ssh, we gotta be quiet....wouldn’t want anyone to walk in and find out our little secret now hm?”

[thru-the-grapevine]

Irish Breakfast

Pairing: Kim Geonhak x reader

Summary: The man you have no business pining over makes an unexpected reappearance in your life, albeit in less-than-ideal condition.

Word Count: 4.6k

Tags: mafia au, blood/injuries (<- despite the tags the whole thing is still soft)

Author Notes: another submission for the Oneus Trope Bingo hosted by @oneusficevents ! This is for my “mafia au” square. I’ve never written anything like this before so I’m nervous to post, but I hope it’s enjoyable

Annoying, you think, that an entire beverage is going to remind you of a man you can’t have. Especially a beverage as widely versatile as tea.

You turn off the timer and go back into the kitchen, taking the teabag out of your mug. You’ve been branching out to new teas since the first evening you’d tried it in the safehouse, sampling them little by little. You now own a small village’s worth of tea boxes, after watching in horror as your best friend swiped her arm along the shelf of teas at the store and into your cart, insisting it was her treat. You’ve found you don’t care for straight green tea or matcha (green bean water, more like), but you like jasmine just fine, peppermint too. English Breakfast is okay, just not as malty, and chai is good if you add more cream than usual.

Tonight, though, you’re allowing yourself to Admit and Mope Over having feelings for a made man. Which, naturally, means your tea is his favorite, Irish Breakfast. You set the teabag in your spoon and wrap the string around it, wringing extra tea into the mug. You’ve gotten rather good at it with practice.

You turn to throw out the teabag when you hear a muted thump from somewhere in your apartment.

You stare, unmoving, at the teabag dangling in your hand over the garbage bin. It swings gently back and forth, and you try a deep breath. One, two, three four. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

By the end of the deep breath, no more noises have come. You drop the teabag in the bin and turn back to your mug, only partly aware of reaching for the sugar. Pal, chill out. Someone came home across the hall and dropped their groceries. The box of Christmas decorations finally teetered off the shelf in the closet. Kids down below jumped too high on their bed and whacked into the ceiling.

Your phone vibrates sharply against the counter, and you drop your spoon with a clatter. You crane your head aside to glance at the screen.

LEEDO: u can say no but do u mind if I stop by?

You snatch your phone clumsily and fumble to the app with live feeds of your security camera. A raven-haired man in office slacks and dress shirt is leaning heavily against your front door. As you watch, his knees buckle under him, and you hear another thump as he crumples against your doorframe.

“Shit,” you hiss. You drop your phone on the counter and hurry to the front door.

Geonhak catches himself heavily on the doorjamb as you ease the door open, a final defense against collapsing entirely.

“Hi,” he murmurs, sounding for all the world like he’s fine and not a man who can’t stay upright.

You drop to your knees, trying to figure out where it’s safe to touch him. His entire left side, from head to toe, looks to be spattered in blood.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, guiding his right arm over your shoulders. You brace your hand against his back, heaving upward.

You manage to stay balanced, most of his weight on you, and stumble back inside. You’re careful to keep your hand at the center of his back, away from the side that’s drenched in red.

He sags back against the door as you shut it again, relieving you of crutch duty. Flipping on the front hall light, you try to get a better look at him. His side is littered with bloody hand- and fingerprints—probably from staunching the blood flow, you take a guess. There’s so much blood, it looks like so much. The blood on his face has trickled down from a matted spot in his hair.

“What can I do?” You ask, surprised at how calm you sound. “What do you need?”

A corner of his mouth quirks slightly. “Just towels.”

His voice is cottony, so un-Geonhak-like. A sliver of ice sinks into the pit of your stomach.

“Just….” You take a tentative step back from him to see if he’ll stay upright. He leans more heavily against your front door, and your hands hover there in front of him. “Just….don’t move.”

You fly into the kitchen, feet barely touching the ground, and yank open the drawer of tea towels. You grab the entire stack and flip on the sink, running a few under cool water. Your eyes catch on your mug on the counter, and after a second you grab it and bring it all with you.

Geonhak’s face is tilted towards the ceiling when you return, eyes closed. A thin line of blood is slowly trickling down the side of his neck. In the light of the entryway, positioned as he is, he looks like a hero straight out of a classical painting. Lordy. No man has any business looking this good bleeding out.

You set the mug gently on the hall table next to him and close the distance with the towels.

His head drops back down, eyes opening at your approach, and you offer him a wet towel. He murmurs his thanks, taking it and mopping his neck and face roughly while you unfold a dry one.

You rake your gaze over him carefully, heart pounding. His hair has grown out a bit since you saw him last. You note in the part of your mind that isn’t panicking that it suits him, although everything suits Geonhak. Gingerly, you scrape your fingertips along his hairline, combing his hair off his face and checking for more injuries. His jaw works and his throat bobs once, and you replace his thoroughly bloodied hand towel with another damp one.

“‘Woong’s in Chinatown tonight, won’t be able to get here for a half hour,” Geonhak says as he works, and you realize he’s apologizing. “He’ll take me to the safehouse and out of your h—”

“Like hell he will,” you say, swapping him for another fresh towel. “Finish mopping up and we’ll take my car.”

“Hwanwoong will come get me,” Geonhak mumbles, eyes closing as he prods at the spot on his head.

“And I said like hell,” you reply, your free hand going to the buttons on his shirt. “This needs to…move…so you can get to the spot on—oh, don’t look at me like that, you’re bleeding.”

“Interesting way to ask me to take my shirt off,” he murmurs with a shrug, smile as dangerous to your pulse as ever as his free hand starts unbuttoning.

Once he’s undone the first four, you shove another damp towel inside and grip at the injured place on his side firmly, making him hiss. Serve him right, flirting while bleeding out on my doorstep.

“Hold this there, tightly. Be right back,” you say, taking another bloody towel from him and scooping up the others.

You pause for a second, then gesture at the mug of tea. “For you.”

Within moments, you’ve thrown the bloodied towels in the drum of the washer to deal with later and grabbed several other things on the way back.

Geonhak’s finishing a long sip of Irish Breakfast when you return. Wordlessly, you hand him a few ibuprofen. A smile plays at his lips as he accepts them and downs them with tea.

“Off,” you say as he sets the mug down, waving vaguely at his blood-sodden shirt. “I’ve got something clean.”

“It’ll just get dirty, too,” he says, already undoing the final few buttons and shrugging it away.

Any other time you would admire him shirtless, but your focus now lasers in on the injury. After all the blood he was wearing, it’s surprisingly smaller than you feared. “I don’t care if it gets dirty, too. I have my first aid kit—”

“Just—” he winces when he presses against his side wound too hard, then sighs softly, “just…if you’ll drive me to a safehouse, I’ll get Keonhee to patch me up.”

Ah yes. Keonhee. A trained medical professional. Someone of actual use to him. “Let me get my shoes.”

You watch from the corner of your eye as he takes the oversized hoodie you offer him and finagles it on gingerly. You’ve grown so accustomed to Geonhak in office attire that anything else looks unfamiliar on him. You’re right, though; anything suits him. Your heart doesn’t seem to notice the oddness, twisting at the knowledge that the hoodie is yours.

Your staring doesn’t escape Geonhak’s notice.

“Don’t usually wear this kind of thing,” he says as you exit the apartment together. He leans into you for security as you lock your door.

“And why not?” You ask, heading for the stairs at a stilted pace.

Your face bumps into his neck as he stumbles, and he swears and apologizes under his breath. Despite the clear excitement he’s had tonight, you notice he still smells like the pine and eucalyptus soap you’d seen in the safehouse shower. You immediately try to ignore this.

He shakes his head as you both begin slowly down the stairwell. “Not taken seriously in street clothes. Look too young.”

You can feel him wincing with each descending step, and you slow your pace, keep the hand at his back soothing.

“Well, who wouldn’t take you seriously right now?” You ask as you reach the exit. You pause to heave your free shoulder against the door when it sticks. “Now? When you’re bleeding a concerning amount?”

“I’ve had worse,” Geonhak says mildly, misstepping and staggering against you as you exit into the night. You catch him, free hand landing against the front of his torso, and you mumble an apology as he winces and straightens again.

“Surprised you survived with these reflexes,” you mutter, hobbling with him through the parking lot in the warm summer night air.

You lay a towel along the back of the passenger seat before Geonhak sits; blood sounds horrible to get out of a car. He wordlessly plugs an address into your GPS once you start the car, and then you’re on the road.

The car is quiet as you follow the first few directions, save for the occasional GPS voice. Geonhak extracts his phone from his back pocket, wincing all the while. He taps away at the screen, likely notifying the safehouse and Keonhee, as you follow the directions onto a street that sounds vaguely familiar.

“Should I, um. Worry about being followed?” You ask, glancing at the passing headlights in your rear view mirror.

“Mm-mm,” Geonhak says, shaking his head slightly and pocketing the phone again. “Our guys got him.”

You refuse to consider what “got him” means in this context.

“I’m sure it’s pointless to ask, but what happened?”

Geonhak sighs, leaning back in his seat with a wince. The silence carries for a few minutes, and you begin to assume he won’t answer when he finally speaks.

“He didn’t like what happened at your shop this week.”

You stiffen as you stop for a red light. A blue-eyed smirk you’ve come to hate flickers to mind. The man who was the reason you’d met Geonhak in the first place; the man who was the reason you’d had to hide for a week in a safehouse meant for organized crime members. “Him?”

Geonhak leans his head back against the headrest, eyes shutting as he adjusts the towel against his head. He gives no indication to confirm or deny.

That isn’t allowed to be the end of it. “But nothing really even happened. He just…came in, to intimidate me again. And then he got spooked by your uncle and left.”

A corner of Geonhak’s mouth curls. “Technically, he was humiliated by a crime boss over muffins. To a lot of these guys, that’s something.”

Over muffins. The space in your chest for breathing begins to shrink. It was your fault. That man, the one who’d tried to convince you to let his boss run dirty money through your store, who kept showing up at your new storefront to intimidate you, had hurt Geonhak. He’d been so mortified by Geonhak’s uncle, who was there to defend you, that he’d taken it out on the man’s nephew for good measure. Not on you, who actually owned the store; him. Geonhak was hurt because of you.

“Breathe,” Geonhak says, voice firm.

You gasp in a breath and blow it out shakily, easing on the gas as the light turns green.

“Slower than that. There’s enough air,” Geonhak soothes.

You shake your head, each breath coming heavier and quicker. I did this to him.

He starts counting, and you take a deep breath and hold it like he taught you, blowing it out unsteadily. It does little to settle your jittery pulse, your whirling thoughts.

“Promise it’ll be over soon,” he says, glancing at the GPS. “In six minutes. Just drop me off at the front door and—”

“I—you’re kidding, I’m not just, just—leaving you somewhere,” you protest, grip tightening on the wheel. “You’re covered in…Geonhak, I did this to y—”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

His voice is so suddenly sharp that your mouth snaps shut without another thought. His mouth is set in an even line, blue flame behind his eyes as he stares out at the road.

“You are good, and you are innocent, and you did not do this to me,” he says, voice dangerously even. “I won’t have you taking blame for that shithead. I won’t.”

You swallow, trying another slow breath in, out. You nod.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

He blinks, still watching the road, but the hardness in his eyes dissipates.

“Me too,” he admits. “Shouldn’t have dragged you into this.”

“No, it…I mean, I don’t mi…it’s—” You stammer, trying to figure out how to say you missed him without saying it outright.

Eventually you snap your mouth shut, face burning. You see him glance at you out of the corner of your eye, then lean further back into his seat.

“You, um.” A smile is playing on his lips. “The tea, earlier....I didn’t think you drank tea.”

Your face feels even hotter. You swallow. “…I do now.”

He doesn’t say anything the rest of the drive, but that smile stays in the corners of his mouth.

The address, an old brick bungalow, is different from the last safehouse—probably closer to where you live, you assume. The porch light is on, and you see movement in a window as you park along the curb.

“Stop, just—would you hang on a minute?” You huff as Geonhak opens his door, unbuckling.

You hurry out of your seat and around the front of your car as Geonhak tries to ease out by himself. He grunts in pain and stumbles over into you, and you sway as you attempt to keep balance for two people.

“I got it,” he says, trying to straighten, face twisting in pain.

“You really don’t,” you say firmly, locking your car and helping him up the walkway. “Cut the heroics.”

It’s Keonhee who opens the door as you reach the five little stairs up to the porch. You’re surprised to see him in pajamas and glasses.

“Up you get, come on,” he says, coming to Geonhak’s injured side and gingerly lifting his other arm over his shoulders. Keonhee glances over Geonhak’s shoulder and smiles at you, somewhat of a grimace. “I’d say it’s nice to see you again, but…”

Your smile is also half grimace, remembering the first time you met him, when he treated your black eye. “Agreed.”

Keonhee’s taller than you, so when he straightens, Geonhak’s arm stretches up higher, and he hisses.

“Son of a bitch, Keonhee, ow,” Geonhak grits through his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, get inside, you big baby,” Keonhee mutters. “I know for a fact you’ve had worse knife wounds before.”

Ice drops into your stomach; a knife. That man had gotten close enough to hurt Geonhak with a knife.

With Keonhee in the lead, the three of you shuffle sideways up the porch stairs and through the front door. To the left of the entryway is a little kitchen. To the right you see a small sitting room, with a couch covered in a few sheets. The coffee table has a spread of little tools that remind you of emergency room procedurals on TV.

“In there, if you don’t mind,” Keonhee says. “I made coffee before I remembered you drink tea, Geonhak, so there’s coffee if you want it.”

“Water for them,” Geonhak manages, panting as you help ease him to lie down across the couch.

You stick your tongue out at him but don’t argue. Your mind and body are starting to catch up with the shock of an injured Geonhak, and you don’t want to make yourself even more jittery.

Keonhee disappears briefly into the kitchen, emerging with a glass and a mug. You take the water gratefully, hiding yourself in the glass as you swallow back half of it.

When you lower it again, Keonhee is seated beside the couch and inspecting Geonhak’s head wound. He swabs at it with alcohol wipes and clucks his tongue.

“Stupid, but not awful,” Keonhee says, fighting a smile as Geonhak swears violently under his breath at a firmer prod. “Probably won’t even need stitches. Just bled a lot.”

“You’ll bleed a lot if you don’t cut that out,” Geonhak grumbles. Keonhee snorts and scoots back, lifting the hoodie to get a better look at his side.

“Need a few stitches here, though,” Keonhee says, pausing when Geonhak jolts from the rubbing alcohol sting. “Ribs hurt at all?”

“Not as much as yours will if y—shit,” Geonhak hisses at another pass of the alcohol wipe.

“Look at you, king of the streets, brought to your knees by antiseptic,” Keonhee says, grinning.

Geonhak glares at him, breathing heavily. “I say king of the streets one time, back in high school, and you won’t let it die.”

“Nope.” Keonhee pops the “p” and reaches for a few things on the coffee table.

You take a deep breath, setting down your glass with shaky hands. “Uhm, if I needed the bathroom, where…?”

Keonhee’s eyes are understanding. “Down that way, on the right. I’ll be quick. He’s seen worse.”

You hear Geonhak’s “fucking hell” from the living room before you close the bathroom door behind you.

You lean heavily on your hands against the sink and rest your forehead against the mirror, allowing yourself a moment in the whirlwind of thoughts. Knife wound. They got him. He’s been hurt worse before.

He came to me. When he got hurt, he came to find me. I got to see him again.

That’s what feels the most shocking, that he’s here, you’re here, back in his world, when you didn’t think you’d ever see him again. You know he’d told you it was for your own good that he keep a distance, and you didn’t think his reasons were bad. It still hurt, though, to make such a connection with him and then watch him disappear from your life like he’d never been there.

Well, now you’ve seen him again—covered in blood, admittedly, but nonetheless. He hadn’t been a figment of your imagination, after all. He’ll be on the mend soon, and then…

You gulp. That’s what’s scariest. How fleeting being here, being back in his circle, feels. You wish for selfish things for a brief moment—for a few more nights of Irish Breakfast, a few more conversations, even one more exchange of banter, for wounds that need time to heal, time you can spend with him. The thought that he’ll slip away again forever after this is…

A soft knock on the door startles you a little too much. “Hm?”

“He’s all patched up now, all fine,” Keonhee says. “Just needs a couple days of low activity and he’ll be back to normal.”

You sniff, leaning back off of your hands. “Good. I…good.”

There’s a pause. “I’d like to take a look at you when you come out. Customary check.”

“Oh, uh, sure, yeah, coming out.”

You reach up to itch a spot on your cheek and blink when your hand comes back wet. You wipe under both eyes, hands coming away damp. When you glance at your reflection, you grimace at how blotchy you look. There’s no way to hide it, so you sigh and brace for the inevitable, opening the door.

Keonhee studies you for a moment, then says, “let’s see if I’ve got tea somewhere after all, hm?”

It feels a bit wrong to dig through his cupboards and pantry like this, but Keonhee encourages it, clapping your shoulder when you find an old box of orange pekoe.

“You’ll be staying tonight, of course,” he says after he cleans out the coffee pot and begins brewing plain hot water. “At least until the shock wears off.”

You purse your lips as you retrieve two mugs. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome…”

Keonhee scoffs, putting a tea bag in each one. “Please. You’re more tolerable than he is, swearing at me over a little scratch.”

“Is it really that minor?” You ask, watching yourself run a thumb over the lip of a mug.

“He’s just fine,” Keonhee says, firm and reassuring. “He’ll be back to intimidating us all at full capacity far too quickly.”

The nobler side of you relaxes at this. Your less noble side wishes for a few more days of bed rest. You try to ignore the less noble side.

“Perhaps I should worry more about you,” Keonhee says, studying you. “You’ve been well?”

You laugh once. “Oh, yes. I’m just fine. I’ve seen neither hide nor hair of a single made man until this week, much less tangled with any of them.”

You wince inwardly at how bitter you sound. Ridiculous.

Keonhee hums, taking the now-filled pot of hot water and pouring it into the mugs. “I see an awful lot of made men, but that doesn’t necessarily add or detract from any tangles. Surprising, how much you can see of them without being involved.”

You don’t know what to say to that. You realize with a pang that you’re almost jealous of him, of his ability to be involved but not involved.

He frowns at one of the mugs as it steeps. “I should go check how he takes it, I can never remember—”

“That’s alright, I’ve got it,” you say, waving that away and preparing both mugs.

Keonhee’s quiet as you labor over the tea. When he speaks, you can hear a slight smile.

“Good. I’ll go make up the air mattress, then, if you’ve got this under control.”

You make your way back into the sitting room slowly, trying not to spill either mug. Geonhak has every pillow propped up behind his back, an arm slung over his eyes. You frown when you see one of his ankles in a brace.

“You didn’t tell me your ankle was hurt.”

A corner of Geonhak’s mouth twitches. “Only twisted a little. It’s why I couldn’t keep better balance.”

He lowers his arm from his eyes and looks up at you. You lift his mug, nodding at it, and he inches his way further upright, grimacing.

“Let’s see how badly Keonhee did on this cup,” Geonhak says as he takes the mug.

“He didn’t make it. I did,” you say, sitting gingerly by his knees and blowing on your mug. “Two sugars, no cream. Strong. Brought the spoon when you want the bag out.”

You set your mug on the coffee table, now cleared of surgical instruments, and lift your teabag into said spoon, twisting the string round and draining the excess. You feel Geonhak’s silent, studying gaze and try not to let it fluster you as you find a wastebasket at the end of the couch to toss the teabag.

You take a sip of the tea, then blink. “You know, I always thought orange pekoe would be…well, orange flavored. But this is just another black tea.” Hmm. Suppose it can’t hurt to have around for guests, so the nicer teas can be for you.

“Damn it,” Geonhak sighs softly.

You glance over at him as you blow on your tea, raising an eyebrow. He’s cradling his tea placidly against his stomach, eyes shut.

“You make it so difficult.”

You blink. “So difficult to what?”

He opens his eyes and meets your gaze. “To stay away from you.”

Your lungs feel suddenly empty. Oh. Some warm and electric feeling zings up your spine.

You look down into your mug, pulse skipping. “…I see. My hopelessness when it comes to tea, back at it again.”

When he speaks, you can hear his smile. “Might play a part, maybe.”

You take another swig of tea, bracing yourself. “I wish…I wish you wouldn’t stay away, but I, you know, I get it. Promise.”

You shrug a shoulder, grimacing.

He purses his lips, then sets the mug down. “Mind getting the bag for me?”

You set your tea down and grab the spoon, finagling with the tea bag in his cup.

His fingers brush against your knee, backs of his knuckles rubbing gently back and forth. You swallow, throat surprisingly dry for how much tea you’ve drank, tossing his teabag and setting the spoon aside again.

“Don’t like when you’re in danger,” he murmurs.

You nod, picking your mug up again with shakier hands than you’d like.

“Don’t want to be the reason you’re in danger,” he says quietly.

You nod again, tilting your head thoughtfully and taking a sip of tea. “Keonhee’s got a lot of your guys in his life and he’s not in danger.”

“He’s under my uncle’s protection,” Geonhak says, not unkindly.

You shrug a shoulder. “Well…think I might be now, too. He intimidated that man into leaving and then left a hundred dollar tip for his muffins.”

Geonhak laughs once, and his hand opens on your knee, resting warm and firm.

“Touché.”

You take another sip of tea, gathering courage, then drop your hand to your knee and curl your fingers around his hand.

His gaze makes you feel shy, but you don’t look away, drinking in the way it feels to be looked at like this.

He shakes his head at himself, smiling wryly. “Knew exactly what I was doing tonight. Might’ve been easier to go to a few different places, but I went out of my way.”

His fingers squeeze yours.

“I just missed you,” he whispers.

It’s a good thing you hear Keonhee clattering back down the hall. You’re not sure you have the power of speech anymore.

Keonhee forces Geonhak to give up two pillows (“you have all the other pillows in my house, fiend, surrender one to me and to the guest”) and pushes aside the coffee table to make up your bed. It’s a good thing you were already in pajamas, you think as you sit at the edge of the air mattress. No need to sleep in clothes, unlike Geonhak, despite your hoodie.

When the lights go out and Keonhee goes back to bed, you spend a while staring up at the ceiling. You realize, too late, that there was caffeine in both of those teas. Late night caffeine intake versus shock exhaustion, fight.

“There’s, um.”

You glance over at Geonhak on the couch. He’s looking up at the ceiling, too. “There’s this place on the other side of town, a bar? But it’s got cats, like a cat cafe. Hwanwoong tells me you’d really like it.”

You purse your lips, fighting the massive grin threatening to take over your whole face. “I’ve heard of it. It’s got some cat pun name, yeah?”

“Yeah, I can’t think of it, either,” he says, laughing softly.

His hand reaches out and finds yours in the darkness. “Wanna try it with me, maybe? Like, in a week or two, obviously, or Keonhee will put my head on a stake.”

You laugh quietly, squeezing his hand. “I’d like that.”

His thumb brushes over the back of your hand, gentle. “Okay.”

When you finally fall asleep, your hand is still in his.

[appleteez]

for the prompt ask, 4:00pm + oneus’ leedo + 1 (or 21, whichever you decide?) please! i bet you have a lot of fun requests lol

16:00

1. Let me eat you out

21  “You taste so fucking good.”

Genre: Smut

a/n: I ended up doing both because well they kinda go together haha. Do I have fun? Depends on the day but I liked writing this one, hope you like it too :]

“Then I told her, she can’t stay stuff like that while we’re in a meeting it could jeopardize—“ I raise an eyebrow at my boyfriend. His eyes are stuck on the end of my pencil skirt. My cheeks directly flush red when I realize that he could probably see everything as I had my legs on his laps. “Geonhak?” He raises his head and smiles lightly embarrassed.

“Yeah? Sorry I—“

“You were looking under my skirt..”

“Mhh.. Not really, I mean—“

“I’ll give you a blow job if you tell me what my underwear color i—“

“Blue.” He doesn’t let me finish my sentence. I smile and he sighs after realizing what he had done.

“Caught you~ Not only staring.. but lying~” I giggle.

“It’s distracting! Plus it looks really good on you~” He tries to smile his way out of it as his hand starts to rub my thigh. “Do they allow such short pencil skirts at your job?” I raise my eyebrow at him and he pinches his lips together. “Ok, sorry I wasn’t listening and I was checking out my sexy girlfriend instead because her cute panties were in sight. Can I repay you?”

“Mhh I don’t know..”

“How about..” He looks down again and I frown. He looks back up at my face and bites his lips lightly. “Let me eat you out.”

“Hu?” He brings my legs up directly and pushes my skirt up so he can settle himself between my legs. “Geonhak, wait~” My cheeks burn directly and he looks at me. He ends up leaning in and presses his hips against mine, I could feel he was already hard. His lips right by my ear.

“Your pussy looks just so good hugged by those panties. I think they’re a bit tight no?” He was right, they were too small for me.

Shivers wash over my body at his deep voice and I end up nodding yes. He’s quick to get back down between my legs and to put my panties aside. He licks his lips lightly.

“Let’s see how long it takes you to get wet~” I clench my teeth together, I could already feel my core warming up. He raises an eyebrow then brings up his mouth and takes a long lick then hums. “It didn’t take long..”

“Geonhak don’t say that..” He chuckles and looks up at me with a weirdly cute smile before diving in. His lips work around my core and his nose rub against my clit making me already go crazy. He hums against me and I feel in inside making me only wetter. Soon, my heat is so wet that lewd squelching, and slurping noises can be heard in the living room. He holds my legs in place and takes his time licking and sucking everything.

“You taste so fucking good.” He says against my core, sending vibrations through my body, almost making me see stars on the spot.

“Ahh..”

“You’re so cute Y/N~”

[kpopblurblog]

[1:11 am] you end up playing drunken ddr with stranger!leedo for hours at the arcade. the friends you came with went home a while ago with a wink and a request to call them in the morning. despite their antics, even in your drunken stupor, you don’t believe leedo would ask such a thing of you. until its closing time and you two stand awkwardly outside trying to sober up. its clear in your body language that neither of you want the night to end, want to say goodbye. therefore, leedo asks you to go back to his place. you agree. and as morning light comes in through the blinds of leedo’s bedroom, your heart sinks when your irises settle on the picture of leedo and his boyfriend sitting atop the nightstand beside you. leedo’s toned arms wrap around your naked waist just as guilt washes over you.

[mirisss]

No Respect For Our Love

Oneus OT5 x female reader

Based on “No Diggity” by Oneus, I used the english lyrics as I don’t speak korean so mistranslations may have been done. Also not all the lyrics are incorporated. 

Warnings: Jealousy, mentions of violence, a guy who can’t take a no, I think that’s it. 

Wordcount ≈ 1.3 k

Thank you for the request! I hope I made it justice and that you will enjoy it!

Please reblog! 

Third Person POV

Being one of the few humans who attended RBW Uni wasn’t always easy with all the monsters who went there. Werewolves, wizards, fae, and of course, the vampires. Especially when a lot of them desired you. Haunted you in the corridors, all to persuade you to come with them. Though, since becoming the mate of five vampires, most of the others have backed off. Too afraid of angering the group of vampires. 

Our love is no piece of cake, it can't ever be divided Millions of dollars, it ain't mean a thing Try your best, 'cause we can never be parted

Most guys backed off once (Y/n) began dating the five vampires known as Oneus as a group and individually as: Seoho, Geonhak, Keonhee, Hwanwoong, and Dongju. However, not all did. Some still tried to pursue the human. Which wasn’t liked by the five vampires. No. Oneus didn’t like it at all. (Y/n) was their mate, and they sure are possessive. Hwanwoong wasn’t scared to prance around the halls glaring at anyone who dared to look at (Y/n) for a second too long. They were fated for life, they couldn’t and wouldn’t be parted. 

So better take your hands off her Bit delusional, dare to touch me? Can't you see? This ain't your place

One day, as (Y/n) waited for Geonhak and Seoho outside her classroom so the three could walk to the cafeteria and eat lunch together. A man approached her. She didn’t recognize him. He was quite tall and slim, from the looks of it he could be another vampire or perhaps he was a wizard. He was clearly no wolf nor was he a fae based of the absence of wolf ears or fae wings. The man was clearly heading for (Y/n), with the intense glare he sent her way it was unmistakable that he was coming for her. (Y/n) frantically looked around to try and spot one of her boyfriends, however she could not see any of them. She tried to balance the books she held in her arms on one arm to get her phone out to call Seoho or anyone. Just as she got her phone out of her pocket, a hand was slammed into the wall beside her head. The loud sound frightened (Y/n) so much that she dropped her phone. Her entire body froze as she found the unknown man now towering over her as he trapped her to the wall. 

The man was staring down at her with a sickening grin on his face. Familiar pointy fangs portruded out from his grin, confirming (Y/n)’s thought of his species. “Hello darling,” His voice scent a shiver down her spine, she had gotten used to her boyfriend’s silky voices speaking to her with words full of love, but this, this man was looking at her as if she was a piece of stake and he was starving. “Please, leave me alone,” He raised the hand that he wasn’t using to lean on the wall and dragged along her cheek to her chin. “Now, why would I leave such a tasty looking human alone,” “Please,” (Y/n) whispered before the man was ripped away from her and the wall. As (Y/n) opened her eyes that she had closed once his hand touched her she found Seoho standing in front of her with Geonhak on the floor over the man. Fangs barren and his eyes blood red. 

“Touch her again, and I will rip you into a thousand pieces,” Geonhak’s ocean deep voice effectively frightening the man to his core. The man tried to push against Geonhak’s arms which only earned him a cocky laugh in response. Geonhak was much stronger than the man, the man might have been taller than both Seoho and Geonhak, but he was not as buff as them, especially not as buff as Geonhak. In a fight, the man wouldn’t stand any chance against them. Seoho walked over and bent down to whisper something in the man’s ear, all to keep (Y/n) from hearing it. “Don’t you see? This ain’t your place, now disappear before we kill you,” Seoho didn’t appear that threatening from first glance but once you got on his bad side, well, if you are lucky you come out alive. 

Even if the world's against us I'll be by your side, trust me and take my hands Nothing can comе between us

After that day, the boys made sure one of them was by (Y/n)’s side constantly. Even going to the lengths of changing their schedules to make sure one of them shared the class with her. Though, they would never make (Y/n) change her schedule because they didn’t want to make her sad which is why they changed their own schedules. 

“Are you sure that you want to switch classes for me? Dongju, you don’t have to you know,” “I know darling, but yes I want to. It gives me another 2 hours to be with you, why would I not want that?” “Alright, as long as it is fine with all of you,” “Darling, nothing can come between us, even if the world is against us we will be by your side, always,” Hwanwoong took (Y/n)’s hand into his and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. Just how the disney princes do in the movies. “We would extinguish the sun’s burning fire if it meant we could be with you,” Keonhee was rarely one to speak of such brutal things, he was gentle and kind so hearing him say such things and seeing the glare in his eyes was almost scary. 

You feeling a bit jealous? 'Cause you can’t have her? Bet you want her now Between the Earth and the Moon There never was a place for another planet

One of the many annual balls was being held on a cold winter night. All students and faculty had dressed up in expensive suits and gowns, all trying to look their best to impress one another. Oneus & (Y/n) were no different in this regard. It was (Y/n)’s first ball since joining the prestigious university for the supernatural & ordinary (Albeit, as stated earlier, few humans still roamed the earth).  

(Y/n) had been gifted a beautiful moon greyish-white gown full of blue, green, and silvery sparkles (like Oneus’s fandom colors) by her boyfriends. They said that the dress had been specifically tailored for (Y/n), the colors represented the moon and the earth. what she was to them. The most beautiful moon and their earth, their whole world. The five vampires all wore matching moon greyish-white suits with some silvery sparkles. 

When the six soulmates arrived at the ballroom, everyone stopped to stare at them. Their clothing sparkled in the dim lighting making it impossible for people to not notice them. Many people stared specifically at (Y/n) and the way she looked like a goddess in the dress. The dress perfectly complimented her. Hwanwoong smirked and asked (Y/n) to dance with him, which she happily accepted. The four others stood around the room as they admired their two soulmates dancing together. One at a time danced with (Y/n). Smirking at the envious looks they received from all others while also smiling because (Y/n) was so excited to dance with them and her happiness was truly enchanting for them. 

No diggity for our love

Few people respected the relationship (Y/n) had with Seoho, Geonhak, Keonhee, Hwanwoong, and Dongju but that was okay because nothing could truly come between the six of them. Their love was fated to last for eternity, it was written in the stars. 

[darlingsaybonvoyage]

Leedo x GN!Reader : Scare

A/N: just silly, very loosely based on real events that didn't happen to me

[zhongli-simp-blog]

Warnings: smut

Imagine coming home one day from work and Kim Geon-hak is sitting on the couch in your shared apartment wearing loose fitting sweats and no shirt, "hey Y/N, how was work?" He asks greeting you with a hug. "Tiring, my body hurts from lifting all the heavy coffee beans," you say sinking into his arms.

"Oh does my baby need a massage?" He coos petting your head, you nod, not having the strength to mock back at his joke. He then pulls you over to the couch pulling your shirt and pants off, leaving you in only your underwear as he lays you on your stomach and straddles your legs to get better supporr.

You feel his hands starting to rub against your skin, low groans leaving your lips as he presses more firmly on your back. "Ah shit that hurts!" You let out making your boyfriend pull his hands back, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you that bad baby." He leaves gentle kisses on your back, as his hands continue to press against your back.

His hands were soft against your skin, as you started getting lost in his touch, you didn't realize that he was grinding his hips against your ass. Geon-hak couldn't hide the fact that your moans from his touch was turning him on.

You felt his hands getting lower and lower until they were right above your ass, as your breathing started to get heavier from his touch, "relax baby boy, let me make you feel good tonight." His deep voice whispers into your ear feeling your underwear restricting your growing hard on.

Feeling his lips gently press against your back as his hips start to grind even more, feeling his now hard cock against grind against you through the fabric. One hand stayed right above your ass as he interviewed your hand with his, "does this feel good baby?" He whispers nibbling on your neck.

You were lost into his touch completely under his control, not paying attention to your underwear slowly getting pulled more down and able to feel his now free cock between your cheeks. His hips started moving faster as your breaths start turning into light moans.

Geon-hak reaches under couch pulling the bottle of lube that was accidentally left there the last time you guys did it, covering his cock with the lube you feel his cock slowly entering you. "Fuuuck!" You grunt out trying to grip the couch.

"Shh, relax baby," he says holding your hands for you to hold onto to, "I'll be nice and gentle tonight" as his hips start to thrust slowly. Pain turning into pleasure as you let Geon-hak take control, "you work so hard baby, I want you to feel how much I appreciate you."

As if on cue you feel his cock going deeper inside hitting your prostate, "your cock is so big G-G-G-Geon-hak, it feels so g-g-good" you moan out. "It's all for you baby boy, and only for you," those words sent a rush of goosebumps throughout your body.

You went to reach for your cock but your boyfriend grabbed your hand holding it tight, "nu uh baby, let me do all the work, let me pleasure you in every way." He says as he grabs a hold of your cock, feeling the softness of his hand on your cock was euphoric.

Geon-hak stood back up bringing your body along with him, feeling his abs against your back as he brings your lips to his, the kiss was soft but full of lust expressing how much he loved and cared for you. "Your lips are so fucking sexy to kiss."

His his movements started to get sloppy nearing his climax, "fuck Y/n, I am so close," you pushed your hips back making his cock go deeper into you. "Let's cum together babe," as you press your ass even closer leaving no space between.

"Cum for me y/n, cum for me and only me," and your body reacted to his words as you released on to the couch making your hole clench against his cock, "ahhh fuck! I'm cumming!" Geon-hak grunts out feeling his hot liquid fill your hole.

You both sat there collecting your breaths, "I feel relaxed now," you comment making you both laugh. "How about we get cleaned up and we just cuddle the rest of the night, how does that sound?" You agree to his suggestion.

"Alright off to the bath we go," he says as he picks you up carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. "You are such a dork Geon-hak."

"Yes but I am your dork love."

A/N: sorry if this is complete shit I legit made this up as I went xD and it was an idea that just popped into my mind

[throttlethrow]

Couch (Seoho + Leedo)

Pairing: Seoho x fem!Reader x Leedo

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Summary: You’re stuck between a hard place and a hard place. On a couch.

Warnings: threesome, oral, praise kink, unprotected sex, pet names (baby, good girl), dirty talk, bad writing

A/N: Just… A lot of filth. 1.7k words of it. It’s almost comical. I’ve been writing this on and off when the mood strikes me over a long period of time so… Have at it!

It all started from the couch; you were showing one of them a funny video and the other scooted up behind you to see what you two were laughing at. They held your phone to see the video better then dropped their hands to rest on you. One on your hip and the other on your thigh. Either they were oblivious or pointedly ignoring each other's attention. You couldn't do either. The growing heat between them made your heart race and the increasingly intimate touches were driving you crazy. But the farce kept going. Seoho wrapped his arms you from behind show you something on his phone while Geonhak rested his head on your shoulder and rubbed circles on your hip with his thumb.

You don't know what Geonhak saw when he turned to check your reaction, maybe your flushed cheeks, but he pauses and looks over to Seoho. After a moment, a silent conversation, he leans in to press his lips against yours and licks into your mouth while Seoho begins to suck marks onto your neck. Hands roam around your body and you can't tell who is doing what. Fingers dig into the softness of your thighs while another set boldly cups your chest.

Weight on your shoulders press you backwards into Seoho’s chest and he leans onto the couch armrest. Like dominoes, you all fall in one direction and you're pressed between two solid bodies. Geonhak dives back in for more kisses while pulling your hips forward to manhandle you more horizontally. He presses the bulge in his sweatpants against your heat and your arousal skyrockets when it becomes very clear that he wants to fuck you. Seoho whines as if he doesn’t want to be forgotten and rubs his hips against your back.

“You want this, right?” Geonhak rumbles against your lips when you feel hands at your waistband.

“Yes, oh my god, yes.” You pant as you help him remove your bottoms and underwear in one smooth motion. He chuckles as he tugs you farther down the couch until your head rests in Seoho’s lap. Then, he immediately dives down and, “W-wait! Fuck!!,” you shout when you feel a tongue circling your clit. Your body twitches in time with the sound of slurps as you feel Geonhak point his tongue to lick into you. His arms press your knees down into the couch to stop your wriggling. With a hard suck, he makes eye contact with you, dark and intense, to watch your reactions.

A groan sounds above you and you notice Seoho staring down at you while palming himself through his pants. You watch his eyes trace your lips and suddenly, you’re overwhelmed with the desire to take him into your mouth. Parting your lips, your tongue lolls out for two of his fingers to dip inside and you suck on them with a moan. As if trying to catch your attention, a thicker pair of fingers push into your pussy.

“Back to me,” Geonhak growls as he roughly pumps his fingers into you, “I want you to watch this.” He shoves the waistband of his sweatpants down to free his cock and lines himself up with your hole, spitting at where you connect to help the slide. A quick thought of “Wait, is that going to fit?” flits through your mind before it leaves when you feel him press into you. The head of his cock pops in and your eyes roll back at the feeling of him filling you up.

Seoho lets out a sound as he fumbles with his pants above you, fingers leave your mouth before the head of his dick bumps against your tongue. You try to twist and angle your head to take more of him into your mouth and his hips stutters at the wet warmth wrapping around him.

“Fuck, look at you,” Geonhak groans, dropping his head to watch you lap and suck on Seoho’s cock despite the awkward angle. He works his hips in slow, deep thrusts and revels at the sight of you taking cock in both ends.

“So good for us,” he breathes and you moan around Seoho at the compliment. It throws you in a spiral because you want to be good for them. Geonhak draws his hips back to flip you onto your hands and knees before gathering your hair into his hand.

“Open wide,” Geonhak murmurs into your ear and you drop your jaw open, letting him guide you down.

“F-fuck,” Seoho pants as he grips himself at the root and feeds his cock into your mouth. The feeling of it bumping at the back of your throat makes you choke out a moan. Your mouth floods with drool at the intrusion and you slurp around him before trying to swallow more.

Something hot rubs against your heat and you jerk at the feeling. “Keep going,” you hear Geonhak rasp behind you as you feel rough hands grab your waist and he slides back in. The force of Geonhak’s thrust pushes you further onto the cock in front of you. You choke around Seoho with a wet noise and arousal shoots through you at the same time his cock twitches in your mouth.

“Fuck,” Geonhak swears at the feeling of you flutter and squeeze around him. “You like that?”He breathes before he starts to snap his hips in long, hard thrusts. Your moans stutter every time you feel Seoho’s cock bumps against the back of your throat. It feels like cotton fills your head from overstimulation. You try to focus on sucking but Seoho yanks at your hair to pull out of your mouth, not wanting to finish yet. You wetly gasp and lay your head on his thigh, limp and moaning as Geonhak keeps taking his pleasure.

“You’re so good for us,” Geonhak darkly says, “We should just keep you here and take turns all night,” he grinds his hips against your ass as if he’s trying to reach deeper into you. “You’d like that, right?” You moan in response but he draws all the way back before thrusting back in hard. “Right??”

You shout “Yes!!” and you start to babble, “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” as Geonhak speeds up to a brutal pace. Almost there, almost there-! But he suddenly stops and cums with a groan. Your hips twitch against Geonhak’s from the feeling of wet warmth filling you up and you let out a sob as you feel him pull out.

“You want to cum?” he asks, pulling you up and shuffling you forward until you’re hovering above Seoho. Two sets of hands on your hips push you to lower onto the cock below, the slide easy and slick.

“Work for it.” Geonhak murmurs into your ear before he leans back. With a bit urging, you start to lift yourself before dropping back down. Gravity pulls Seoho deeper into you and knocks the air out of your lungs. To chase the feeling, you start to speed up.

"Yeah, like that. He likes it like this," Geonhak whispers into your ear as his hands guides your hips into a steady bounce on Seoho’s cock. You moan at the building pleasure and lean back to rest your head on his shoulder. The burn of your thighs sizzle like background noise like the slick noises of your bodies meeting. Geonhak wraps his arms around you to fondle your chest before moving one hand down to trace where your body stretches around Seoho's dick.

Suddenly, the rhythm changes when hot hands grip at your hips and pulls you down as Seoho thrusts up into you with a mewl. A loud moan escapes your lips as you nearly lose balance but Geonhak holds you up.

"He's close," he rumbles, "You're so good for us," You can almost hear the smile on Geonhak's lips and you shiver at the praise. Good for them, you want to be so good for them.

Seoho is moaning, light and airy, at the end of every exhale and he's nearly bucking you off at the force of his thrusts. With a broken noise, he pushes you onto your back -Geonhak laughs as he slides off the couch- and crawls over you. There's a wild look in his eyes as he hooks your legs over his arms and folds you in half. Thrusting back into you in one motion, he fucks you at a brutal pace.

"Holy shit-!" The new angle hits you in all the right places. You were already nearly there while Geonhak fucked you but being bent in half like this with Seoho's dick hitting you in the right spot, "I'm- I'm gonna-" Geonhak coos at your growing desperation, petting you and kissing you between your gasps. "Yes, baby," He growls, "Come for us."

And that was enough to set you off, fireworks light up behind your eyelids as you hit your high. Your body convulses but Seoho holds you steady and fucks you through your orgasm with rabbit quick thrusts. Your ears are still ringing when you feel Seoho thrust one more time before adding to the mess that Geonhak left inside you. He lets out a strangled groan as he tenses up against you. Then, he backs off and lets your legs flop down.

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath with your limbs limply spread over the couch. You don’t even notice the two pairs of eyes drinking in the sight of you; bleary eyed and spread open with cum oozing out of you. Geonhak slides over for soft and sweet kisses as his fingers trace the crease of your pussy to gather up the cum dripping out of you.

“Good girl,” he breathes against your lips before pushing the cum back into you. He moves aside to let Seoho climb over for kisses as well. Licking into your mouth, he makes a small noise from tasting himself on your tongue.

“So how about it?” You break the kiss to turn to Geonhak and he smirks at you, “All night?”

Both men look at you expectantly and you huff at the sight. They almost look like puppies if they didn’t just blow your back out. “All night.”

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[adamichaelangelo]

Leedo || Judas

[ *drum roll* I FINALLY DID IT. This is a lowkey alternate version to my previous prompt about Leedo rejecting the reader. But this one is long. LIKE REALLY LONG. But I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. ]

Genre : University AU

Word Count : 3779

Triggers/Warnings: Swearing, mention of alcohol, alcohol use. [ if I didn’t mention anything that might be triggering, let me know ]

You were sitting at a bar with your friend. It was a Saturday night and you went out for a few drinks. It was also a good chance to talk about whatever happened during the whole week. You studied at the same university but your majors were different. So you’d usually share some small gossips while having a few beers.

Your friend recently got together with a boy who was one year younger than both of you, so most of your recent chats consisted of them talking about their new boyfriend. 

“So there’s this guy, Geonhak…” Your friend chirped. “He is Youngjo’s friend and he is in the same major as you.”

“Is he the new guy everybody is talking about?” You raised an eyebrow, as you looked at your friend.

“He is. Youngjo says that most of the stuff people say isn’t true. But I think he says that because they are friends.”

“Is he single?” You asked as you took a sip of your beer.

“Don’t even try. He is either one of those players or a total loner. I heard a rumor someone broke his heart in the past and now he has terrible trust issues.”

“But that makes everything even more interesting. Give me a few months, the boy will be on his knees, begging me to love him back.” 

***

As you walked toward your class, you noticed a familiar figure. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a beige knitted sweater that fell loose. You wondered how he could wear something that simple and still look like a model that stepped right from the cover of a fashion magazine. Suddenly, you noticed something fall from his leather folder and you did not hesitate to pick it up. 

“You dropped this.” You handed him a textbook and offered him a sweet smile. This wasn’t like you, but you were on a mission to find out what the boy liked and how he reacted to specific signs of affection. 

“Thanks.” He took the notebook, immediately turning around and walking away. You were taken aback but didn’t expect anything else. Perhaps, the rumors were true.

“Thanks...” You rolled your eyes as you repeated what he just said, mocking him in your head. For better or worse he was already far enough not to hear you. You clicked your tongue and went to your class.

From this moment for the few next months, it was you trying to initiate a conversation with Geonhak. Some days you’d be extremely sweet towards him, while other days you acted like you didn’t care. Your friends didn’t understand the fun in your game, but you didn’t care. As long as he was the only one falling in love, you were fine. 

A few months passed by. You were still deep in your “Winning Geonhak over” game. Somehow you felt tired, as he wasn’t an easy nut to crack, but you didn’t want to stop halfway. Last week you noticed him staring at you, but when you winked at him, you could swear to God, he turned red and looked down at his plate. That was a big leap forward, but you still had a long road ahead.

One day you asked your friend if they could convince their boyfriend to ask Geonhak to tag along with the three of you. But Youngjo ruined everything by calling it a double date. As soon as Geonhak heard the word “date”, he was done. However, you thought it was for the best. After all, you didn’t want him to think that you were in love with him or something. You also noted to yourself that asking Youngjo for help was just as helpful as asking an art major to help you with your chemistry homework. 

***

It was Friday and once again you had a free hour between your classes, so you were just chilling with some of your friends at the cafeteria. Seoho was watching origami videos as he tried to copy different figures and you just watched him. You were bored, but not that bored to start making animals out of paper. You were ready to let out a loud groan when you saw a door to the cafeteria open and a blond head protrude through it. At first, you didn’t even recognize him, but the moment he walked closer you nearly gasped. Seoho noticed the change in your expression and laughed. He then pushed your side with his elbow, almost making you fall off your chair. Luckily, you managed to hold the balance. You straightened up and glued your smug smirk to Geonhak. Blond complimented him well. You thought to yourself.

The boy never failed to look amazing. The collar of his black shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his neck and collarbones. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, exposing his strong arms. He paired the shirt with a pair of grey, ripped jeans that hugged his thighs just perfectly. The moment he walked in, all eyes were on him. He was just that hot. Some girls were whispering to one another, probably spazzing about how they wished he was their boyfriend. Even guys were jealous of him. Some envied the body he had, some probably had a crush on him as well. You couldn’t blame them. Sometimes you wondered if you started catching feelings for him, after all, that was all Seoho ever talked about. He was teasing you a lot, but you always denied it. You said you were the one playing Geonhak and not the other way around.

You rested your chin on your hand, still watching Geonhak from afar. You didn’t care if he noticed, as that was exactly what you wanted. You were waiting for him to notice your stare so that you could attack. But the moment you caught his stare on you was when he was two feet away. The corner of his lips was slightly raised and you scored a point to yourself. You knew he couldn’t resist you, he was just too cool to admit it or show it. But you knew that he can’t control his body the way he wanted.

As he stopped next to your table, your smirk only grew bigger. You stared him down from head to toes and licked the corner of your lips, making sure he noticed every movement of yours. 

“Ah, Geonhak! Hello!” Seoho chirped as he flailed his arms towards Geonhak, almost hitting your head. You turned your head to Seoho, your eyebrows raised as you gave him a questioning look. Now since when did they know each other. You thought Geonhak hanged out only with Youngjo and his other friend, Dongju.

“Right…” Seoho chuckled. “I met Geonhak a few days ago in the library, he was making all these cool origami figures. So I asked him if he could meet me during my break and teach me. Thank you once again.” Seoho smiled wide, his eyes turning into the adorable crescent moons. You sat there shocked, but soon you pulled yourself together.

Your smirk disappeared but your eyes were still glued to Geonhak. He sat right in front of you and you wondered why didn’t he sit next to or in front of Seoho. But you couldn’t complain.

You put both your elbows on the table, holding your hands together, intertwining your fingers, as you put your chin on them. Your eyes were digging holes in Geonhak’s face, but he tried to ignore you. His body was slightly turned towards Seoho, but you knew he could still see you with his peripheral view. A few minutes passed and he still didn’t turn his head towards you, not even a bit. All of his attention was focused on Seoho, as they made their stupid paper duckies. Seoho was giggling like a girl in love and you couldn’t help, but force a gag in your fist. 

Spending time with the origami enthusiasts didn’t sound exciting, but now that Geonhak was sitting right in front of you, there was no way you could leave. You needed to make the most of it. You bit your bottom lip as you thought of a way to get his attention. Suddenly Seoho jumped up, causing both you and Geonhak to look up at him.

“I’ll be right back.” He smiled and ran off.

“I swear to God if it’s one of his little, stupid plans...” You cursed under your breath and shook your head.

“Aren’t you the only one with little, stupid plans here?” You heard a low voice and you jerked your head toward the source.

“What is this supposed to mean?” You moved your head even closer to him, puckering your lips a little. Finally, he scooped in his seat and turned his whole body towards you. His face was so close that if he leaned in a little closer, you could easily kiss him. You could smell his cologne and for a second you forgot what you were thinking about. The mixture of the sweet and spicy scent simply lured you in.

“You know what it means. Aren’t you the best in your major… You must be smart, huh.” He chuckled. 

Woah, a chuckle from this man kicked you right in the feels and you moved away. For a moment you felt like you were the prey of his. But you couldn’t let him take control of the game you created, so you mentally kicked yourself and straightened up. You gave him another daring look, as your tongue ran against your upper teeth. The look must have made him uncomfortable, as he let out a forced cough and looked down. The controller was back in your hands, so you continued the attack.

“So you know a lot about me… Been asking around?” You run your thumb against your lips and your smirk grew bigger. Geonhak still couldn’t look you in the eyes and you wondered where did the cool guy go all of a sudden.

“There’s not much to know.” After a short pause, he stared back at you. “Don’t think too good of yourself, it’s unattractive.” 

You were offended, but you didn’t show it. Who does he think he is? Telling something like this when he doesn’t even know you. A part of you wanted to slap him, but you remained calm and collected. There was no way you could let him win.

“Honey darling, now who is the one thinking too good of themselves. Mr. Kim Geonhak, the one who is too cool to befriend people. Mr. Kim Geonhak is so tough and cool, he is untouchable. You aren’t even allowed to mention his name.” You teased him with a smile on your face. These were the things that were spread like a disease all around the campus.

“Are you jealous they all want me and not you?” He leaned in closer, taking you by surprise and making you move a little back. But you were quick to get back at him.

“And who told you I want them to want me?” You leaned just as close, leaving almost no space between your faces. You unintentionally bit your lip again, as a strong desire to kiss his lips filled your body. 

“You guys, I swear to God!” You heard an annoyingly familiar voice and you wanted to kick him to the moon. Why does he always appear at the wrong time? “Y/N, I leave you for a minute and you’re already sucking on his face.” Seoho laughed out loud, as he sat down at his spot.

“Eww, I would never!” You mimicked, but as soon as you caught Geonhak’s gaze, you blew him a little kiss.

***

A few more months passed. Geonhak was hanging out with your friend group more and more. Now that he knew both Youngjo and Seoho, you saw him around more often. And even though he was closer with the boys, he was still cold towards you. There was a time when you saw some girl tagging along with him and you wondered if he finally got himself a girlfriend or was it another admirer of his hot ass.

The thought of him dating someone made your blood boil. As much as you tried to prevent yourself from catching feelings, you couldn’t help it. The constant teasing and bickering made you want to get to know him more. You simply couldn’t get enough of him. Even though sometimes his words offended or hurt you, you wanted more of this. This was the kind of bad romance that was so bad it was good. 

You hurried to the cafeteria. Hwanwoong was throwing a frat party and you were in charge of helping him prepare for it. You knew that Seoho and some other friends were already there. You were the only one running late because your professor decided to interrogate you about your last presentation.

As you rushed through the hallways, you felt someone grab your hand. The moment you turned your head to look at the one who dares to do it, your heart stopped beating for a moment.

“Seoho told me you were running late, too. I wondered if I’d catch you halfway.” Geonhak grinned, as he let go of your hand.

“Oh yeah? Remind me to kill that boy!” You groaned. But not because you were mad at Seoho, but because you didn’t want Geonhak to let go of your hand.

“The last one buys drinks!” He slapped your shoulder and jumped in front of you. The last thing you knew before he ran off, was him winking at you. You let out another groan and ran after him.

“Kim Geonhak, I swear to hell!” You weren’t a sporty one, but having the chance to win over him gave you enough adrenaline to run as fast as possible.

You ran through the hallways, with Geonhak sometimes stopping to check up on how far behind you were. Only for you to catch up to him, giving him a playful poke or a slap on his thigh. You were tired and you wished the cafeteria was closer, but it was delightful to hear him laugh so wholeheartedly. 

Finally, you made it to the cafeteria; and before you both could fall through the door, Geonhak grabbed both of your hands and pulled you closer to himself.

“They won’t understand if we barge in like this.” He smirked, as he tried to catch his breath.

“Who the fuck cares what they think or what they don’t understand.” You freed your arms and pushed him to the side. As he tried to catch his balance not to fall, you opened the cafeteria door and ran towards your friends. Once you touched the table, you stick out your tongue and laughed. You ignored the judging looks the rest gave you.

Geonhak approached you as if nothing ever happened, sitting next to Seoho. You rolled your eyes and walked up to him. You bent down from behind, as you put both your hands on his arms to support your weight. Still ignoring the weird glares, you whispered into his ear. 

“The drinks are on you, babe.” You resisted the urge to bite his ear, as you straightened up and walked to sit next to Hwanwoong.

“Now what the hell were you two doing?” Hwanwoong leaned in closer to you with a huge grin on his face, only to have his face pushed away. You looked over at Geonhak and smirked.

“You’re too young to know.” The loud gasp leaving Hwanwoong’s mouth didn’t surprise you. But Geonhak’s eye roll amused you. You winked at him, as Seoho shushed you all so that he could start sharing his ideas.

***

You were leaning against the kitchen counter as you watched the people in the living room. Some were dancing, some were drinking, while others played some games. Everyone seemed to have a lot of fun, but you didn’t share the vibe. You bit down on your cup that was filled with whatever Hwanwoong mixed in. Usually, you were the life of the party, but this evening you simply couldn’t bring yourself to do any of the frat party activities. 

“Hey, Y/N! What’s buzzin’?” Suddenly you got approached by a wild Keonhee. He playfully bumped your hip and chuckled.

“Surely not me…” You laughed, as you twirled your cup and looked at the alcohol in it.

“How come!! You guys worked your asses off to make this party happen and look how great it is! You should be out there, dancing on the table.” 

“I guess. But don’t feel like it for some reason.” You looked up at him and shrugged your shoulders.

“Did anything happen? Do you want me to find Seoho?” He tilted his head. Everyone knew that Seoho was your best friend and he was the one who was able to lift your mood in seconds. But this time you weren’t sure if even Lee Seoho could help you. You shook your head and rested your hand on Keonhee’s arm.

“There’s no need. I’m okay. Guess just need to drink more.” You forced a smile, but you knew you weren’t completely okay. You saw Geonhak an hour ago, talking to some girl and giggling like a girl in love. You tried to ignore it, but deep down you were both jealous and angry. He never acted that way around you. You wondered what was so special about her that made him giggle like this.

“Oh by the way…” Keonhee’s voice brought you back from the world of your sorrow. “Geonhak was looking for you. I think he is upstairs.” He nodded his head.

“Geonhak?” Your eyes widened as you couldn’t believe that Keonhee mentioned his name.

“Uhmm!” Keonhee nodded again. You hid your excitement, even though inside your heart was beating with a rapid speed and you felt like jumping in your spot. Yet you didn’t know what was the reason he was looking for you. Maybe it was another one of his stupid games. 

You left your drink on the counter and made your way to the stairs. You asked some girl on your way if she saw Geonhak, luckily it wasn’t the one you saw him with before. But then your heart froze as you were afraid you might catch them together again. 

As you walked past all the people, checking some of the rooms at your own risk, you couldn’t find the boy anywhere. If Keonhee tricked you just to pull a prank on you, he was dead. You passed the bathroom, thinking that it was a dumb idea. But then you took a step back and decided to give it a try. As you reached for the doorknob, the door flew open and you saw no one else, but Geonhak himself.

“Hey, Y/N… Are you perving on me?” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes and pushed him back into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“What if I am? What you gonna do?” You approached him, cornering him, as his butt pressed against the sink. You couldn’t resist, it felt good to be in control. Even though he was taller, you were the one who had him under control. You placed your hands on the sink, framing him in the spot, as you waited for his answer.

He looked down at you, clicking his tongue. The next thing you know, his arms are on your waist. It took him a swift movement to lift you and place you on the sink. Your back against the mirror. His strong arms moved down to your thighs and he leaned in closer.

“I don’t have to do anything. You did everything yourself.” He smirked.

“What is this supposed to mean?” You crossed the arms on your chest and stared at him.

“You should quit playing, Y/N. Everybody knows you have a crush on me.” He licked his lip and winked at you.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe the audacity.” You scoffed.

“So you gonna keep on denying it even though it’s so obvious?” He chuckled, moving one of his hands up your thigh. You froze in your spot and bit your lip. You cupped his face and moved in closer, looking at his lips. Only to press a finger against them and pushing him a bit away.

“I would never have a crush on someone like you. You’re full of yourself.” You chuckled, as you tried to free from his embrace. But he was stronger. He lightly pushed you against the mirror again, forcing your legs to spread, so that he could stand in between them and move closer.

“How unfortunate.” He shook his head, a smug smirk not leaving his face. “I thought we could be a cute campus couple. But if you don’t like me, I might as well ask Yoona out.” He teased. You gasped for air but you were hesitant as to what you should do next. He might be playing you and you couldn’t let him win.

“Us? A couple? What the… Do you like me?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I do... “ He nodded. “At first I thought you were weird. Playing your stupid game, making me fall for you. I thought it could never work, so I ignored it. But as time passed by I couldn’t stop thinking about you…” You sat there watching him in shock. You honestly couldn’t tell if it was an act and a part of some prank or if he was genuine. You slowly reached out to him, moving his hair from his forehead with your hand and pressing your palm against it.

“What are you doing?” He blinked.

“Checking if you have a fucking fever, Kim Geonhak.” You groaned.

“A fucking fever?!” He groaned back. You saw a glimpse of disappointment in his eyes and suddenly you felt bad. You cursed yourself in your head, as you didn’t know how to fix the situation at this moment. Here he was, the boy you liked, confessing to you that he liked you. And you turned it into a dumb joke. You bit your lip and cupped his face, moving closer to him, so that you could kiss his lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist, as his strong arms found their way around yours. The kiss didn’t last long, but it was gentle. As if you tried to apologize with this one.

“Still won’t admit you like me?” He teased again, as he moved away from a kiss.

“I do, I do! Now shut up and kiss me again.” You chuckled, as you pulled him into another kiss.

[kiri-ah]

[11:47 PM] k.gh

A beat thrums through you, a beat that makes your organs feel as though they're rattling around in your body and your ears throb in a way that isn't entirely pleasant, but which reminds you of the life in your limbs. Geonhak is on the stage behind the drums; he's the person creating the beat that connects the crowd through the shaking in the floor and the air waves. 

The song winds down and the last note is hit, Seoho's harmonies still ringing in your ears and your drink clutched tightly in your hand from the sheer power, from the awe that comes with their music, from the love you have for these boys and their passion.

The next song starts soon and the beat is back, different and the same, thumping through you at a different tempo but with the same force, because he knows what he does with people's bodies when his beats start up. He knows the control he has over you in the way his movements thump through the entire room, the way sweat trickles past his hairline and over his temple, the way his arms flex and release rhythmically. The beat weaves through you and the other people present, keeping you rooted in place and yet jumping; unable to move but dancing with all of your might.

Part 1 of the Sensations Series; masterlist here