#jae imagines

[kouzih]

Y'ALL SLEEPP ON HIMMMM GODDDDD

[onriyuview]

irresistible

genre: smut, 18+ mdni

wc: 2.2k

summary: kitchen cockwarming/sex with riku

cw: established relationship, cockwarming, unprotected pinv sex (wrap it up pls), pet names (baby, angel, honey, wife), riku’s a little mean, free-use(?), oral (f), choking but it's the back of reader's neck, creampie, multiple orgasms. let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: in honor of riku’s return, here’s a little something to celebrate! i have many, many riku yearners in my life and in my inbox too… i see u… i hear u… i stand with u…

“one diced tomato… a handful of chopped basil… a hundred and twenty-five milliliters of heavy cream… what the fuck is a milliliter?” you mumble to yourself as you hold up the measuring cup to your eye level.

it’s rare when both you and your boyfriend riku have a shared day off, and this one happens to fall on a weekend where you decide to cook a homemade meal instead of ordering takeout.

you’re so focused on pouring the thick liquid into the glass that when you feel a pair of hands wrap around your front and a warm face press into the crook of your neck, you gasp in surprise.

“smells good in here, baby,” riku mutters into your skin, sending slight shivers down your spine.

the sizzling of the chicken and the boiling of the pasta water brings you back to your senses, only distracted for a quick second before recomposing yourself and setting the cup down.

“sir, there are two open flames and glass objects around!” you try to convey your concern, but your voice wavers as riku starts to press featherlight kisses across the expanse of your neck and shoulders.

all of a sudden, you’re hyperaware of his soft bulge pressing into your back as he continues his ministrations on your skin, his hands moving up and down your sides, squeezing here and there.

you can feel his teeth graze where his lips trail, making your breath hitch in your throat and your eyes flutter shut as you grip onto the edge of the counter.

“r-riku,” you whisper, trying to be as firm as you can while your doting boyfriend is loving on you.

“what’s wrong, angel? am i distracting you? you can multitask, can’t you?” he teases, starting to nip ever so slightly at your neck.

just then, your phone rings, signaling the pasta had finished boiling.

you’re snapped out of your daze as you pull away from riku, turning off one of the burners and grabbing a kitchen towel to protect your hands from the pot as you swiftly move to drain the pasta.

“what’s the next step? let me help you,” your boyfriend offers, an innocent smile painting his face as you turn to him.

“nuh uh, you’re up to no good and i just know it,” you laugh back at him. “just stay there and stop distracting me or i’ll ruin our dinner and we’ll both be upset.”

“fine, fine,” riku mutters, taking his place back behind you again.

you don’t mention it, but you can feel how hard he’s grown now, the bulge pressed against your back feeling heavier and more assertive.

you flip the chicken with a pair of tongs as you feel him subtly grinding against you.

“what are you doing?” you ask, turning around and raising a brow at him.

“have i ever told you how cute you look in these shorts?” he asks, fingers dancing at the lace trim of the tiny lounge shorts you’re sporting.

“mm, mhm,” you hum mindlessly, pouring the heavy cream you set aside earlier into the pan with the chicken.

you can feel his hands trail up under your shirt to caress your stomach, further distracting you although he said he wouldn’t.

you do your best to ignore him, carrying on with your cooking, though his hands feel a little too good against you right now.

“could just slide these to the side and slip it in, y’know?”

a shiver runs down your spine, your eyes squeezing shut.

“baby, i’m literally cooking right now,” you whine. “why are you doing this?”

“i mean,” he hesitates. “is that something that should stop us?” he asks, his voice lower and slightly raspier, hands still trailing along your figure.

“do you want me to burn this chicken or wh-” you’re cut off by a harsh thrust into your lower back, his clothed member rubbing against you just right.

“fuck the chicken,” riku says breathily, a chuckle leaving his parted lips. you hear the rustling of fabric. “or better yet, you keep doing what you’re doing,” you feel your shorts and panties being pulled to the side. “and let me do this.”

a gasp leaves the both of you as he slips himself between your folds, easing himself into you in one swift motion.

“riku, are you crazy?!” you ask, the end of your question fading into a moan as you really feel him settle inside of you, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of being so full.

“no,” he exhales. “but you are for wearing these skimpy ass shorts around the house and not letting me touch you because you’re cooking. don’t even realize how fucking hot you look acting like my little wife, hmm?”

his words have you clenching around him, his hips stuttering slightly before you feel a slap at your outer thigh.

“aren’t you supposed to be finishing up dinner, honey?” he asks, nipping at your ear.

“f-fine,” you huff. “but just stay still,” you pout at him, silently begging him with your eyes.

you move quickly, as best as you can while riku’s bottomed out in you, to finish up cooking your dinner.

he keeps his spot next to your ear, teasing you whenever he notices your hands not chopping or stirring or feeling you pulse around him. he knows, then, that your mind is drifting instead of focusing on cooking.

whether it was a rhetorical question about the recipe or a shallow thrust from him, it always resulted in him pretending he was innocent, either blurting out something like “sorry, baby, you just feel so good around me” as a sweet smile graced his lips or burying his face into the crook of your neck, lightly scraping his teeth at the skin.

the next 10 minutes are a blur as you wrap up the last few touches, only needing to plate everything up now.

“did so good f’me, baby,” he finally praises you, seeing the results of your cooking in front of him. “i think you deserve a reward, yeah?”

you can barely process his sentence before he’s pulling himself out of you, untying your apron and turning your face to swallow your moans through a heated and messy kiss.

he spins you around, pulling the apron up and over your head before tugging your shorts and underwear down, his lips never leaving yours.

“worked so hard cooking for us, but i need a taste of you, baby,” he mumbles before hoisting you up on the counter, spreading your legs with his hands as he kneels down, littering your thighs with hungry kisses.

you lean your head back against the cabinet door, senses overwhelmed with thoughts of just rikurikuriku.

“you’re so wet, angel,” his breath hits your exposed core as he inches closer, kissing everywhere but where you need him most, his fingers pulling you apart and watching your arousal drip onto the countertop.

“please, don’t tease,” you mutter, hands finding their way into his wavy hair.

“since you asked so nicely, i’ll give you whatever you want, baby,” he reassures, delving into your folds with a long swipe from your entrance up to your clit before wrapping his plush lips around the bud, suckling on it with fervor.

your moans are anything but quiet as riku continues his ministrations on you, your fingers tugging at the strands that fall between them.

his hands reach up to play with your chest under your shirt, fingers tweaking at your nipples and groping at the soft flesh.

“taste so damn good, baby. fuck,” he moans into your pussy, his tongue finding its way to your entrance and shallowly fucking it.

his right hand leaves you, moving down to stroke himself as he fully makes out with your cunt, his groans of pleasure sending vibrations all throughout your body.

your eyes flutter open, whines leaving your pouty lips as you realize he’s touching himself.

“want it,” you whine, bucking your hips up into his face, your hands holding the back of his head to steady him in place as you fuck yourself on his tongue.

you feel yourself getting closer with every passing moment, the boy between your legs never letting up on the pressure he’s applying.

“please,” you whisper, your breathing picking up as you start to pant from his actions.

a flash of white appears behind your eyes as they roll back, the pleasure too overwhelming for you as you cum around his tongue. he laps every last drop up, holding apart your thighs that tighten around his head.

he puts both hands on your hips, helping himself stand up in front of you.

“did so good for me, angel,” he’s leaning forward, lips pressing against yours and making you taste yourself. your moans are muffled against his lips before he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, pulling away and resting his forehead against yours.

“think you can give me another one, baby?” he asks softly before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

your head feels light, failing to form a coherent thought as you nod mindlessly.

“need words, pretty,” he mutters, peering into your eyes.

“you just gave me a mind-blowing orgasm and you expect me to act normal right now?” you ask in disbelief, not being able to keep the smile from tugging at the corners of your lips.

he returns the action along with a flush of deep red painted across his cheeks.

“just fuck me already, riku,” you finally answer, pushing yourself off the counter and pulling him by his face to kiss him again.

you pull off your shirt, throwing it off to the side before spinning yourself around and laying yourself across the counter and perking your ass out to him, turning your head to gauge his reaction.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, baby,” he groans, a hand immediately coming up to grip at the flesh before landing a light smack across it.

he takes himself in his other hand, tilting his hips to drag the head of his cock across your still-leaking folds. “still so wet..” he says, mostly to himself.

he finally latches himself onto your entrance, both of your breaths hitching before he slips in, pushing his hips forward until he’s flush against your backside and he’s completely bottomed out in you once more.

“taking me so fucking well,” riku sighs. “like you’re made just for me.” you almost miss it, your mind reeling at the feeling of being filled completely, subconsciously clenching around him from his praise.

he quickly finds his pace, his hands not leaving your body once. he trails a hand up your spine, making you shiver as it reaches the back of your neck, and applies pressure there, his thrusts sharpening just the slightest.

“f-fuck!” you wheeze out, not being able to keep your eyes open as they squeeze shut from the feeling of his tip hitting that gummy spot just right. “riku!” you cry out, your walls clamping down around him.

“so… tight,” riku groans, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing through the kitchen as he continues to press against the same spot that has you melting in his hold.

“my baby’s so good to me… letting me use her how i like,” his voice is muffled as his head drops to the junction between your neck and shoulder, his thrusts not letting up.

from the weight on the back of your neck to the dizzying pace he sets as he chases his high, your mind grows fuzzy and your thoughts are back to strings of rikurikuriku.

your body reacts before you can even register it in your mind, the tight band coiling and snapping as your walls flutter uncontrollably around his length.

“fuck, ‘m gonna fill you up,” his moans are turning into whines. “gonna pump you so full of my cum,” he feels like he’s gonna cry. “you’d like that wouldn’t you— fuck!” his hips still as he cums inside of you, his breath ragged.

he helps the both of you ride out your highs, slowly dragging his length against your coated walls before finally pulling out.

“oh shit,” he mutters, his eyes immediately falling to where his arousal spills out of you, his jaw dropping slightly as you whine at the feeling of it dribbling down your thighs.

he pulls his sweats back up and reaches over to a lower cabinet, pulling the towel off of it to help clean you up.

“are you okay?” he asks, pressing kisses all across the expanse of your back as his hands run along your skin soothingly.

“mm, mhm,” you hum, your voice hoarser than when your boyfriend first joined you in the kitchen.

“sorry i was a little rough, angel,” he whispers.

“it’s okay, i liked it,” you chuckle, turning back around to kiss him once more. “but can we eat dinner now? im starving,” you pout, watching him as he crouches down to pick up your clothes from the floor.

“come on, i’ll do the dishes to make up for distracting you,” riku smiles sweetly as he redresses you and kisses you on the forehead one last time before reaching for two plates from the cabinet to dish up your dinner.

a/n: thank you to my babies @rikupid and @hazyhae for beta reading as always mwah ♡

tags: @rikupid @be-my-sunrise @lovetaroandtaemin ♡

[brookediamonds]

you belong to me | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: Axel is a man of few words, however when he meets you, you're all he can think about. When it's time to head to Barcelona for the tournament, you see a new side of possessiveness from Axel you'd never seen before.

based off this edit

Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: smuttt (finally), oral (f receiving), sex, reader is on birth control, possessiveness, man-handling, jealous axel, 18+

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(a/n: in honor of part 3 being released tomorrow here is my first ever Axel smut, detailed this time, hope y'all like it!)

gif is not mine

You had spent the last year in Hong Kong, training with the dojo 'The Iron Dragons' also known as the #1 dojo across the world according to the Sekai Taikai.

Being recruited by no other than Sensei Wolf from your last dojo had felt like an honor, you had no idea what it could lead to.

It lead you to be surrounded by other students who were just as talented, if not better than you. One of them being: Axel Kovačević.

He was quiet and closed off at first, but because you were like a moth to a flame, you found yourself drawn to the mystery of him.

You started off with small talk, complimenting him on his work ethic and fast reactive defense.

Eventually Axel let his guard down and realized you were not like the other students here. Everyone else was competitive and only looking out for themselves, whereas you just happened to be talented punching people in the face and wanted to experience a traveling team.

He took to you immediately, appreciating your go-with-the flow persona, and admired your outgoing approach to people.

But when you bring this attitude to Barcelona, Spain, he can't help but feel a knot tighten in his stomach as he watched your sparkly personality shine with other students at the tournament.

You're currently mingling with the male captain of the Cobra Kai team, giving him your best smile and flirty doe eyes as you spoke about how you were enjoying your time here.

Axel watched as the boy moved closer to you making him clench his fist by his sides. He let out a huff of frustration, not being able to withstand the way you were acting any longer.

You looked at him like that, you playfully pushed him when he made a jab at you, you giggled with a hand over your mouth when he made a lame dad joke, and now you were doing all of that with this guy?

No way.

Axel strides over to where you stood, not paying any attention to the dark haired boy across from you, before interrupting you mid-conversation.

"Sensei said we are not to make friends with opponents," Axel's jaw is tight, with his arms crossed over his chest. You bite back a smirk, completely aware of what you were doing.

You knew Axel had been watching your interaction with Kwon, and you wanted him to do something about it.

Kwon scoffed, turning to face the tall man in front of him. "Relax bro, we were just talking."

"It looked more than that," Axel mutters stepping to get into Kwon's face, tilting his head down to tower over the boy you had been flirting with.

"What are you, her boyfriend?" Kwon questions back, squaring up to Axel. You felt your stomach flip as his eyes drifted over to yours, a look of irritation written all over his face.

"Forget this," Axel mumbles with a shake of his head, turning on his heel to walk away. Guilt began to eat your conscious seeing his state.

"Axel," you called out to him as you began to walk after him, no longer paying attention to the Cobra Kai captain.

You turn a corner seeing him standing by the elevators, waiting for the doors to open.

"Axel, what the hell was that?" You ask approaching his side, eyebrows furrowed. You wanted to make him see you, but didn't think he'd actually get confrontational.

"I did not like the way he was looking at you, and you looking at him," Axel exhaled sharply, pressing the up arrow button repeatedly with his thumb.

"You didn't like the way he was looking at me?" You question back to him.

The elevator doors open, a few people filling out, Axel stepping inside once it's empty. You hop in the enclosed box, pressing the close button before anyone else could enter.

"I don't like seeing you with anyone like that," he states his dark blue eyes staying on the silver steel doors in front of him.

Finally, you were getting somewhere.

"Why?" You ask quietly, intertwining your hands behind your back. His eyes finally landed on yours, a feign of innocence held upon your face.

"You know why," he says his tone dropping low. You tilted your head slightly, with a shrug.

"I don't actually," you respond innonectly. "Enlighten me."

Axel is unable to tear his gaze away from you as you stare up at him with the same look you give him back in the dojo when you're taunting him.

He takes two steps forward towards you, his breathing heavy, before grabbing the sides of your face and smashing his lips against yours. You moan into his mouth, feeling a fire erupt in the pit of your stomach.

"I want you," he breathes out between kisses. "And I am done pretending that I don't."

You pull away from him, placing your hands firmly on his chest.

"Well it's about damn time," you smirk up at him. This is what you had been waiting for.

The elevators open revealing the floor you two were staying on, your rooms right across from each others. You saunter over to your room, pulling your key card out rom your back pocket, Axel trailing behind you as he watched your every move through hazy eyes.

"I was worried I wasn't gonna grab your attention," you bite back your grin as you glanced over your shoulder as you swiped your card through the door.

Axel scoffs, realizing this had been all planned. You wanted to get him jealous and confess his feelings for you.

"You set that up didn't you?" He tsk's laying a hand on the doorframe.

"Maybe," you taunt him turning to lean against your now cracked door.

"That was not funny," he says lowly, leaning in to cage you between his body and your hotel door.

You bite your lip, looking up at him through your lashes trying to contain the rapid heartbeat in your chest.

"It kind of was," you whisper sliding a hand up his torso slowly. Axel leans his face down to hover over your ear, his hot breath hitting the side of your face gently.

"If you wanted my attention, you should have just asked," he murmured sending shivers down your spine. "Because I don't like sharing."

You suppress a moan, feeling the heat pool between your thighs as he laid a soft kiss beneath your ear.

"And after tonight, I will make sure you know who you belong to," he growls into your warm skin.

Axel trails his nose up your neck, along your jaw, before diving in to connect his lips back to yours.

He wastes no time pushing the door to your hotel room open, guiding you backwards as you continued to explore each other's mouths.

As the door clicked shut, Axel places his large hands beneath your thighs, lifting you effortlessly from the ground before tossing you on to the soft mattress causing you to bounce lightly.

A surprised gasp left your lips as you landed on the bed, but it quickly melted into a breathy laugh.

"I've never seen you like this before," you say with a small smirk tugging on your lips. "I love it."

He runs a hand through his tousled hair, his dark blue iris's drinking you in like you were something he had been starving for. You had never had someone look at you the way Axel was right now. It made you feel sexy.

"You love when I what?" He's the one taunting you now. You're suddenly at a loss for words, a blush rising your cheeks as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.

"I—uh," you stutter watching him as he moved to place his hands on either side of your head, entrapping you beneath him.

"Use your words," he exhales, his nose lightly brushing up against yours. Your mouth falls open as he teases you by grazing his lips over yours, leaving you aching for his kiss.

As you reach to wrap your arms around his shoulders, he's caught both your hands, slamming them into the mattress, and intertwining your fingers together.

"I'm waiting," he reminds you, giving you small pecks down the side of your face,

"I love, how, mmph—," you moan as he begins to kiss down your neck, softly suckling at a spot above your collarbone, his short hair tickling just under your chin.

"I love when you're possessive," you're finally able to breathe out. An evil grin stretches across Axel's face once he hears your confession.

Pleased with your words, he reconnects his lips with yours, sliding his tongue into your warm inviting mouth.

"Touch me, Axel," you beg him between kisses, your voice needy. Axel didn’t hesitate, he reached for you, his fingers tracing the hem of your shirt before slipping beneath the fabric.

The next few moments blurred into heated whispers and stolen breaths, clothes falling away piece by piece, forgotten on the hotel floor.

"You are so fucking beautiful," Axel murmurs as he kissed his way down your bare thighs.

"Axel," you sighed feeling the cool air hit your damp skin where he pressed his lips, his warm breath fanning across your inner thighs.

"Can I?..." Axel is pulling at the lace of your underwear, his heated gaze meeting yours. You nod without hesitation, lifting your hips up eagerly as he slides the black fabric down your legs.

He repositions himself between your legs, smoothly spreading your thighs apart revealing the most intimate part of you.

"This belongs to me," Axel whispers before licking a stripe up your wet slit making you gasp.

His tongue sent a rush of warmth through your body, your back arching off the bed as he began to delve deeper into your core.

You reached your hands down to run a hand through his soft hair, making Axel hum into your pussy, sending a vibration through you.

Soft moans escaped your mouth as you felt him lapping at your juices, his mouth enveloping you like you were his last meal.

Each flick of his tongue sent you withering, his lips nibbling softly at your clit making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Fuck, Axel," you whimper as he grabbed at your hands, intertwining your fingers together. This pushed you further down on to his tongue, your hips grinding down in to his warm mouth.

You felt the hot burning sensation build in the pit of your stomach, Axel keeping his actions at a fast pace.

"Axel, I'm— I'm gonna—" You're a whimpering mess, face flushed as he sped up his tongue's movements before taking your clit into his mouth sucking harshly on the bundle of nerves.

You let out a cry, your legs trembling around Axel's head as you came undone, a wave of ecstasy running through your blood as the tension released.

Axel worked you through your orgasm, relishing in your mess you were creating. What he created. Not Kwon, or those other guys trying to impress you.

When your legs relaxed, Axel crawled over your body, giving you an opened mouth kiss allowing you to taste yourself.

"Is this what you wanted, pretty girl?" His voice is low and dark making you squirm under his touch. "You wanted me to prove that you are mine?"

You nod breathlessly, heart pounding as his hands trailed up your curved sides, faintly whispering, "yes."

His lips brushed the corner of your mouth, a whine leaving your parted lips as he brushed the tip of his cock between your soaked folds.

"You belong to me, and only me," he reminds you before sliding into your tight cunt slowly, you letting out a stuttered gasp.

"Only you," you repeat back to him, your voice shaky and needy. Axel's long thick member stretched you out deliciously, the feeling overwhelming you as he split you in two.

"So tight," he grunts, softly biting into the crevice of your neck. You hoped it would mark so everyone could see. And secretly, so did Axel.

You snake your hands over his shoulders, your nails gently scratching down his back as he thrusted into you slowly, letting you adjust to his size.

When you wrap one of your legs over his waist, Axel takes this opportunity to shift into a deeper, rhythmic pace, almost hitting the end of your cervix due to his length.

Soft moans and cruses tumbled from your mouth with each stroke as Axel grunted in your ear, his face lingering next to yours.

"Feels so good, Axel," you whimper, indulging in the pleasure as he kept his pace steady.

"You feel so fucking good," he praises you, hovering his face above yours. You both lean in to give each other a sloppy kiss, a string of saliva drawing out as you disconnected.

As Axel felt his high about to approach, he reaches down between your legs finding his way to your clit.

Your body jerks feeling him circle at the most sensitive part of you, all while still driving his sensual thrusts.

"I want you to cum with me, baby," he pleads, his fingers drawing fast circles, working to give you the upmost pleasure.

The room filled with your cries, the same fiery feeling growing in your stomach for a second time.

"Axel!" His name is high-pitched as you reached your climax, your whole body trembling as he released into you, letting out a low groan with his nose resting on top of yours.

He rocked his hips into yours as you both came down from your high, panting to catch your breath.

You grab at Axel's face, softly pressing your lips together, letting him know that this was exactly where you wanted to be. That you were his, completely.

"I've always been yours," you whispered against his lips.

His forehead pressed against yours, breath heavy, his hands roaming over your skin lovingly.

"Say it again," he murmured, his voice rough, brushing his nose against yours.

A smile etched across your face before responding softly, "I'm yours."

Axel exhaled sharply as if he had been holding his breath this entire time. His lips found yours again, slower this time, his action filled with something deeper, more emotional.

Once you've untangled yourself from each other, you find yourself perched on top of Axel's chest, slowly tracing random shapes on to his porcelain skin with your pointer finger.

"You okay?" Axel checks in with you, his tone now soft and quiet, all of the tension from earlier, gone.

"I'm perfect," you reassure him, a grin plastered on your lips.

"Good," he murmurs, shifting on to his side, pulling you against his chest, his strong arms encircling you with a quiet protectiveness.

You melt into him, nuzzling your face into his shoulder, fully enjoying this new dynamic you two have uncovered.

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(A/n: oof i saw that edit on tik tok and my gears were turningggg. anyways, peace out my friends, i shall return tomorrow AFTER i finish the finale in tears :') i don't know how soon i'll be able to update that other fic that's tied in with the series, but i'll do my best to start it tomorrow. until then, hope this was okay!! like, and comment!!)

[atomicfoxx]

💖 I need a big boyyy, give me a big boyyyyyyy 💖

and I need him so bad

[biellescouts]

love is blind

fwb!jeong jaehyun x f!reader

« how can you love me if you leave me behind? »

a/n; one thing fwb!jaehyun gonna do is say the wrong thing… LMAOO

cw: JACKSON WANG PARTY AYEEE. jae being a dick, who saw that coming? weed BUT reader does not partake, markhyuck my babies, stoner!mark, mark lee yapper agenda, tiny arguement, cheating [?]. impending doom…

summary: **non idol!au. jeong jaehyun is the fine shyt bane of your existence.

stemmed from this😁 | forward to pt2 ->

earlier in the day, jae had invited you to a party at some big mansion. at jackson wang’s house? or something. and you weren’t a huge party person, but it wasn’t like you had anything to do that night, so you went. and that’s how you ended up here, in this loud, big ass house with jaehyun’s arm hanging heavy around your shoulders.

after you had greeted the host at the door, jaehyun started taking you around whole party with his arm around you and introducing you to people like you were his girl which was… definitely weird but. you were kinda fucking with it. it was kinda nice to be shown off.

after he had dragged you around just about every corner of this party mansion, the two of you found yourselves in the home theatre with these big, dark leather couches lining the back walls and a random mix of music videos playing on the big screen. you, jaehyun and a few other people were in there nd they were passing round a joint that was seemingly coming in your direction.

by this point, jaehyun was no longer hanging off you. you’d split off from him when jackson innocently asked if you were ‘his girl’ and he had just laughed in response. real nice, jae.

so now you found yourself sat cross-legged on jackson’s expensive couch between two strangers and just waiting to get your one hit before you demanded to be taken home. and honestly, you thought you’d be waiting forever since one of jae’s dumb friends was hogging the joint, that is until the guy to the right of you pulled a pre-rolled out the back pocket of his jeans.

“fuckin knew this would happen, man.” he rustled around for a lighter. “johnny always wants to do a french inhale, or some shit,” he turns to you as he lights it up and like.. you were kind of entranced by him. the way the lighter flame illuminates his face brings your attention to his big boba eyes and you momentarily forgot how to form words.

“you tryna hit? ‘m mark, by the way.” uh.. yes. wait huh.

he points the joint at you for you to take as he huffs out a circular cloud of weed smoke. “hit?”

“ohh. oh, i’m good thanks.” your long wait helped you come to the realisation that you do not wanna be relying on jaehyun to take you home. he probably smoked some.

“m’kay, well then, pass it to hyuck— next to you & we’ll all just share this one. like if you change your mind.”

you smiled a little, “the joint.. is pink.”

“hm? oh! yeah, yeah, the paper’s pink. yeah, they’re hyuck’s—

“yeah, they’re mine.” the guy next to you, hyuck? pipes up, “my little pony papers ran out so. classic plain pink will have to suffice.” he leaned his back into the pillows with a dopey smile and sighed before slowly bringing his head back up, as if he’d realised something. “you’re jaehyun’s girlfriend?”

“oh, no.” you quickly shot that idea down making mark laugh out a ‘damn okay.’

“oh, you’re not?”

“uh uh.”

“huh.”

the three of you slide into a silence and at first you get self conscious, thinking you killed the vibe or made it awkward or something but mark huffs out the goofiest laugh reminding you that— these guys are baked. and hyuck turns to you.

“you’re beautiful, girl. jaehyunnie fumbled.” then mark turns to you, “no, but actually.” and all you can do is laugh and say ‘thank you’ and ‘stop’.

the sound of your laughter makes the tips of jaehyun’s ears burn. because who is making you laugh like that? for some reason, it was almost as if your voice was some sort of bat signal to him. like his senses were heightened because of you. he didn’t know if it was because he was high or what, but all he could hear in that room was you— laughing at someone else’s jokes and taking all their compliments and shit. pissing him off…

jaehyun decided to pull you out of this supposedly funny conversation. seeing you laugh at another guys jokes like that made him feel weird.

“y/n?” he projected across the room and you whipped your head in his direction, “c’mere, baby.” he did a beckoning motion with both hands.

you just turned back to markhyuck and raised a ‘the fuck?’ eyebrow before giving in and walking over to jaehyun.

“‘baby’ is crazy.” — this makes like half of the room laugh. “what’s up with you, though?” you brought your hands up to stroke the hair on the crown of his head and he wrapped his arms around your waist. hands hovering just above your butt. he sighed wistfully before speaking,

“come outside with me?”

“sure.”

as soon as the two of you got outside the back door, his lips were on you and you reciprocated with zero hesitation. he pushed you softly onto the brick exterior of the house, holding your face in his hands and gently pressed his lips to yours again, and again, detouring down to curve of your neck only to bring himself back up to your lips. in all the months you two had been hooking up, he had never kissed you like this. no clashing of tongues and teeth. no wandering grabby hands. he had never kissed you so sweetly and… romantically? you pushed away from him.

“jae.. what is up?” your eyes searched his face for answers as to why he was being different.

“i wanna go home with you.” you smiled but your smile faltered when you remembered— you were taking mark home.

“oh, i’m taking mark home.”

this makes jae’s head jerk backwards in confusion because.. huh? “what..? you know him?”

“yeah, we just met tonight. he’s super chill. he’s also, probably, super high so i don’t really want him trying to get home in that state.”

jaehyun’s face scrunched up, “why do you care? i mean like, if you don’t know him. you just met tonight.”

“that doesn’t mean i wanna let him to get into trouble on the way home, jaehyun, what?”

“okay but i know you’re leaving hyuck and they’re supposed to be some kind of package deal, so what’s really going on?”

“what’s really going on??” all you could do was scoff incredulously.

“what’s really tea?” he retorted with a ‘nonchalant’ shrug of his shoulders. sassy af…

“i can’t believe your drunk, rude ass. i’m going inside.” you shook his hand from your wrist and made way to the back door.

“i’m not even drunk? no wait!” he tries to catch your hand in his again but you’re already through the door.

you walked back into the house and went straight to mark. not only did you want to go inside after that but you also just wanted to go home. why would jaehyun try to accuse you like that? not that he should have a problem with it in the first place. you reached out your hand to ruffle marks hair from where you were stood.

“you wanna leave yet?”, he nodded his head and started getting up.

“say your last goodbyes to your boyfriend.” you elbowed a ‘bye’ out of mark and waved at hyuck, “bye hyuckie!” and he just smiles up at you— he definitely thinks he said something.

you grabbed marks hand on the way out of the room and he sticks his tongue out at everyone from the door like he bagged you.

when you get into your car, mark finishes all your snacks and does not shut up the whole way, while simultaneously giving you the directions to his apartment. you were amazed at how he could even do that all at once but from all his yapping, you came to realise that you fucked with him pretty heavily. which only made you more annoyed with jaehyun for making it weird.

after you had dropped mark off at home and made sure he got in safe, you went straight home, straight to bed and sulked. you had no idea why this had bothered you so much, but it had. jaehyun really had the nerve to confront you about something that shouldn’t even be a problem between you. smdh.

and it was only gonna get worse from there.

after seeing you leave with mark, jaehyun had made his own mind up. there was only one conclusion he found himself coming to— you and mark went back to your place to fuck. there was literally nothing else it could be and honestly, he felt betrayed. why? he didn’t really even know. but what he did know was that now, he had to get you back in some way. because why should you get to make him feel things? that’s fucked up.

so he rose from his seat on the home-theatre couches, stumbling over people’s feet with a determined plan to fuck the first attractive person he saw. get his sweet revenge.

a/n; ouuu crashout alert, jaehyunnies madd🤣🤣. whoever said fwb arrangements never work out? me actually🫩 & the diva who requested lmao

forward to pt2 ->

[222hyunju]

lee jung-jae is my biggest hear me out. no i will NOT elaborate 🗣️🗣️

[youhypemeup]

❝ you, me, us !

kwon jaesung x reader | cobra kai

synopsis, cute instagram moments of your relationship with jaesung.

warnings, fluff, possibly ooc jaesung

note, i got a little carried away lol. i couldn't find any pictures i needed of brandon so instead i used a bunch of faceless pictures of random boys. i was almost gonna write something with canon ending, but i figured it was too soon for that. jaesung is probably ooc, but honestly idc i needed some cute fluff after watching part two. thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy!

translation for picture 6 (i found it online so if it's wrong blame the internet), 말로 표현할 수 없을 만큼 사랑해요 - i love you more than words can express

eli moskowitz version ・ cobra kai masterlist

[thisisntmyrightera]

Our Glory - Jeon Jae Joon x Fem Reader

Plot: Jae Joon leave South Korea to avoid being part of a violence scandal and arrives in America to start his life again, finding the love of his life who makes him feel human for the first time. Despite the distance, no matter how much he avoids his reality, the ghost of his past will reach him wherever he is endangering everything he has achieved.

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Violence, Angst, Drama Warning: Themes of school violence, abuse of power, minors being harassed, harsh language.

A/N: The story is inspired by The Glory, however, some time periods have changed as well as situations where the protagonist will be part of changing some original scenes.

I appreciate you reading and being part of this new story, as always I hope to please your readers' hearts.

I'll be back soon.

No one would dare to approach the daughter of the most sought-after heir in all New york, in fact no one would even think of marrying a girl as independent and grown up as you.

Your single status was a myth in the chats of the women of your class, how could such a pretty girl, with so much class, be single, hadn't she found someone at her level? Dozens of boys had asked you out because their parents had forced them to do it, that was what the line was, an heir with an heiress, right? But you decided to shoo each one of them away like flies on fresh flowers, too spoiled, arrogant, lazy, they weren't your type.

That night, the night of the charity gala where all the millionaires seemed to attend only to boast about how much their company had given to charitable causes seemed like just another boring night, with nothing to do but stand next to your parents smiling holding a glass of the most expensive (and disgusting) wine that you barely sipped.

Sir, nice to meet you again - a man with a foreign accent and Asian features approached and shook your father's hand before bowing slightly to your mother and you.

The pleasure is mine Mr. Jeon, It would be nice to meet at the club for breakfast one day. How long will you be in town this time? - your father smiled kindly. Despite his status and large bank account, you could tell and presume that he was a generous man with a good heart, and it always made you feel good to hear that you were just like him.

Fortunately this time we will stay a little longer, we are planning to live in America, I have some business in mind and I have started to build a club in this part of the country, you know, bring a little bit of Korea to America so they can get to know a little bit about us - both men continued chatting, laughing perhaps pretending that one was interested in the other's talk

You just sighed and looked around, your high heels were starting to hurt in your heels, your hand was perhaps already numb from holding the same glass all night

Jae Joon how nice that you came - Mr. Jeon smiled patting his son's back making a gesture of displeasure when he noticed the aroma of cigarettes on his clothes - I want you to meet Mr. Y / L/N he is a great friend and excellent partner in bussiness

A pleasure sir - the man offered his hand shaking it firmly with a smile that made his cheeks become plump giving a tender touch to his face

Jae Joon I have heard a lot about you, it is a pleasure to finally meet you -Your father smiled looking at your mother and then lightly took your arm making you turn your face in a surprised way looking forward- this is Y/N my daughter

Nice to meet you miss - Jae Joon smiled at you slightly tilting his head making you respond with just a shy smile

''Another prospect for the inheritance again'' you thought feeling annoyed and bored of the same dynamic every time your father met the son of a bussines partner

It wasn't very difficult to think about it, you could take care of the business, for some reason you had finished college at the best school in Europe, you had experience and many times you were able to support your father in difficult decisions, what was the problem after all, you didn't need a man to be successful.

When you finally got out of the crowd and the air hit your face you breathed a sigh of relief, it didn't matter that it was cold outside, it was almost the end of November but it was still better than being suffocated between expensive perfumes and the aroma of hundreds of exotic dishes that you hated.

You found the first stone bench on the balcony decorated with plants to sit and rest, the pain in your ankles was a burning sensation that you felt constantly but you were forced to endure to look "elegant"

Are you bored too? - a deep and velvety voice made you come out of your trance while you slowly massaged your ankle

Excuse me? - you looked at him confused

People here are boring just talking about money and business - he sighed bringing a cigarette to her mouth lighting it quickly - you don't mind me smoking, right?

No, I was leaving anyway - you smiled at him kindly standing up to enter the large hall again

You know - his voice made you turn around looking at him not at all curious, just not seeming rude and leaving him talking to himself - I don't know many people around here, I'm new in town and it would be nice, I don't know, to go out someday to get to know each other, after all I'll be around here for a long time

I don't usually work as a tour guide Mr. Jeon, excuse me - you smiled ironically turning around annoyed at getting the same thing again every time someone met you, a boring date proposal

Your answer had frozen him in place, he had never gotten a rejection from any girl, in fact the women in his country fought to get even a little attention from him, this caused him a feeling of rejection that he had never felt, in fact, in these cases his anger would have shot up breaking a couple of plants and damaging the property but as much as he tried to get upset he couldn't find where he had kept that feeling, he simply felt alone and rejected.

With the days you became more and more convinced that you would probably never find an honest man, in your class they didn't exist, they only looked for contacts and last names, it was clear that was why most of them looked for you and to be honest it wasn't something you were looking for, you enjoyed your single life, going out with your friends and doing everything as you wanted without giving explanations to anyone, although sometimes, you couldn't help but feel jealous and lonely seeing how most of them had someone to share with.

Nobody is at your level or maybe you just aren't lucky enough? - Ashley laughed, drinking from her glass with her left hand, showing off her (third) engagement ring

I can have any man I want, but that doesn't mean I'll go to bed with everyone, it's not my style - you smiled at her, drinking, making your other friends laugh

Oh yeah? And who have you wanted? Because we've never met anyone, right? - she smiled mockingly, making your friends erase their smiles, settling down a bit

Danielle was a little smarter, she changed the topic of the conversation to avoid awkwardness among the group, but in your head you couldn't stop thinking about your parents' words.

''I'm getting old, I'd like to see you have a happy life like mine, I'd like to have grandchildren, that's all''

''SaeHyeon has talked to me a lot about his son, he told me that he asked you out and you didn't accept, he seems very interested in you, why don't you give him a chance?''

Maybe… after all, they were right.

So, a couple of weeks later you decided to change your lifestyle and go for what everyone said was "wonderful." Your father was surprised to see you ready in your sportswear to accompany him to the Jeon golf course. He knew you perfectly so he didn't mention anything and just gave you a slight smile so as not to make you uncomfortable with your decision where you clearly weren't interested in talking about business.

The trip was short and when you arrived you were surprised by the architecture so elegant and different from that of your country, very minimalist and clean, the rooms were large, with furniture that combined perfectly and large windows, you could hear your father talking to a partner in the distance but your attention was totally given to the beauty of the place.

After a while and after having breakfast in the large room full of tables and delicious food you were able to go out to see the gardens, the golf carts passed by and every step you took showed you natural places where people showed their skills on the game.

Y/N?…what a surprise to see you here - Jae Joon smiled approaching while a couple of men watched him walk away with worried faces - go do your jobs, I'll see you later - he looked at them pushing them away with his hand making both of them leave almost running - I didn't know you were a member of the club

I'm not, my father came to talk to some members and I decided to accompany him - you smiled a little holding your sports bag with both hands

Don't worry, you can come here whenever you want, I'll tell them to let you in without bothering you with memberships or that paperwork - his smile didn't fade making you find him cute - would you like to come see the place with me?

Sure - you smiled at him again walking beside him with slow steps looking around as he talked about how many golf gardens they had, how many tennis courts and other boring ''rich'' people sports

What do you think? - His gaze was curious, as if looking for proof of you in the newly opened place

It's very nice, I've never seen anything so elegant and beautiful - you smiled looking at the small flower garden that adorned one side of an artificial lake

Do you like flowers? - he ask you curious

Yes, they're pretty, gardenias are my favorites - you looked at him nodding, returning your gaze to the lake where some people were practicing with their canoes

I'll ask them to plant gardenias all around the lake, how about a couple of benches too, so whenever you want to come and smell them you can sit comfortably on them - he smile moving his hands in front of both like designing the new additions to the place

What?…no it's not necessary…

Of course it is, if you're going to come here, I want you to feel at home - his face was so kind and warm that it made you feel a kind of butterflies and weirdness inside you

It wasn't possible that in just a couple of minutes you felt something for someone that you barely knew their name, it wasn't normal for you.

Sir, excuse the interruption, we need your help - a man dressed in a suit with a nervous face looked at him while rubbing his hands nervously on his pants

It seemed that the interruption had made Jae Joon change his face and personality in just a second, his jaw tensed and he rolled his eyes looking at him annoyed

I told you that I hate being interrupted, do I have to solve everything myself? - her hands clenched tightly causing the man to look down in fear

It's okay, you can go don't worry - you smiled at him feeling anxious from the tension of the moment adjusting your sports backpack on your shoulder

I'm sorry I have to go, some people are too stupid to do their own work - the veins in his eyes turned red as if the fury couldn't be contained within his body, he didn't even give you time to respond when both men quickened their pace towards a destination unknown to you.

After all you were relieved, the encounter ended before it became awkward, but you couldn't help but notice that his personality changed with the rest of the people.

That night while you were drying your hair your phone rang on your vanity full of perfumes, your biggest obsession.

''I'm sorry about this morning, would you like to go to dinner? JJ''

His simple message made you smile making you feel strange, did you have feelings for Jae Joon? The best thing would be to answer him, or maybe not? If you did it quickly he would realize that you were very interested, but if you waited a little he would feel that you were not interested at all.

''Of course xx''

The first date was exciting for both of you, you talked for hours about your lives and what you would like for the future, you could feel as if your destiny was destined, fortunately neither of you touched on business topics, it was the first time you went out with a man who didn't brag about how hard his father had worked for him just to spend the money and that made you feel comfortable.

Jae Joon couldn't believe how comfortable he felt with you and how much he enjoyed sharing time by your side, in fact he felt like another person when you were near him, his outbursts of anger and that anger that he always felt inside of him didn't exist, you were the calm that he needed to be happy despite sometimes remembering why he came to America and it made him feel afraid.

Within a few weeks they had already lost count of how many times they had gone out, in fact they never counted the times they saw each other because despite his work he always found a moment to visit you or you took advantage of your free afternoons to go to the club and eat with him even if it was only a couple of hours that they could be together.

It was around April when both of them attended the art gallery of Sara, Jae Joon's friend who thanks to a charitable cause was able to exhibit in America.

You walked around the place taking his arm while you contemplated the colors and shapes of the paintings, they were so different from what you were used to seeing, sometimes, reacting excitedly by the combinations you saw.

Isn't it pretty? I had never imagined seeing flowers colored like that - you smiled excitedly while your arms surrounded his

Yes… it's pretty - Jae Joon sighed looking away

It would look good in a living room with a carpet of that color, maybe combined with several colors, I don't know… what do you think? - you smiled again looking at him only getting him to nod uncomfortably taking the phone from his pocket

Honey give me a minute, it's something urgent - he looked at you embarrassed leaving quickly while leaving you standing in the middle of the exhibition

This time it was you who sighed, maybe you were going a little fast and you made him uncomfortable, maybe he wasn't looking for anything formal and your comments were going too far

Your boyfriend left you alone? - Sara laughed sarcastically approaching

He.. he's not my boyfriend - you smiled shyly taking your bag with both hands nervously

I know, don't worry, it's not your fault or did you make him uncomfortable princess, Jae Joon is colorblind he doesn't distinguish colors - she smiled mockingly leaning on a table while drinking from her glass - didn't he tell you?

He.. he's colorblind? - your heart felt like it had been squeezed and even though you had never done it with the intention of making him uncomfortable, you couldn't help but remember all the times you had mentioned something about colors - I didn't… I didn't know, sorry

I know, he never mentions it, it makes him feel stupid - she sighed playing with her empty glass - when we were in high school, the boys used to make fun of his condition, the poor guy only defended himself when he beat them in the face

I… god I feel so bad.. I… I'm going to see him - you looked at her shyly, fixing your hair nervously

Go honey, rescue your prince charming… or something like that - she laughed drinking the few drops left in the glass, while you hurried your step leaving feeling the fresh air hit your face

A couple of minutes walking through the parking lot was enough when you could find him standing next to a small planter, his head pointing to the sky while he placed drops of a small flower in his eyes boat, the sound of your heels on the pavement made him turn quickly wiping the liquid that ran down his cheeks, possibly what he had placed as lubricant.

Doll I'm sorry… give me a moment - he cleared his throat turning his back to you embarrassed

Jae Joon.. it's okay - you shyly took his arm delicately making him look at you embarrassed - Sara… she already told me… I'm sorry for not paying attention

Sara… - he sighed rolling his eyes tensing his jaw again - that damn…

You don't have to be upset, it's nothing to be ashamed of - you smiled at him adjusting the lock of his hair that the breeze had disarranged covering one of his eyes - your condition doesn't bother me if that's the reason you hadn't told me yet..

His eyes looked at you quickly, his heart skipped a beat feeling something different inside him again.

Jae Joon was the man of your dreams, he was tender and attentive to excess, he remembered every single thing about you as if he had a notebook especially for you in his head, he remembered important dates even the ones you sometimes forgot

During April with the excuse of seeing the city from the top of the Empire State he took you to the top to see the sunset, in reality, he only had eyes for you completely ignoring the sunset and the buildings that adorned the landscape.

Do you know what we came for? - he smiled at you while hugging you from behind resting his chin on your shoulder

We didn't go to see the city right? - you smiled at him, suspecting his intentions

No, I want the whole city to know from here that my girlfriend is the smartest and most beautiful woman on the planet and she's only for me - his face was hidden between the strands of your hair that he was obsessed with the aroma

I'm not your girlfriend Jae Joon… - you laughed trying to look at him making him laugh

Then I'll ask you here so everyone knows you're mine - he laughed kissing your cheek - do you want to be my girlfriend?

Mm.. I should think about it, what do you offer me Mr. Jeon? - you laughed turning a little until you could hug his neck with your arms making him laugh again surrounding your waist

I promise that from today you will live the glory every day we spend together, I can even swear that you are the future Mrs. Jeon and nobody can change that

Then let's live the glory Mr. Jeon..

Part 2

[arrrn124]

I can't stop thinking about how he's ACTUALLY gonna die. Like I'm gonna see him die in s3. Wtf ☹️☹️☹️☹️

Ik he's a horrible person but he's my son

[pintrestgrl]

BARRYS SISTER!READER WITH RAFE CAMERON

warnings — drug mentions , brothers bsf topic idk if thats taboo, lowk rafe manipulates her? provocative statements? girl idk but they dont fuck or do anything

based on this ask

CAN WE ALL APPLAUD ME FOR WRITING PLEASE AND THANK YOU ITS BEEN YEARS

it had became an understanding that you were to stay quiet when barry was dealing in the house. preferably in your room, but if you were around it, you weren’t allowed to say a word.

this rule had been instilled in you since you were in middle school. it was annoying, to say the least. you’d always wanted to help, at least a bit. you had basically learned the way the whole interaction was supposed to go, just from watching your brother.

the customer would get to the house, usually at night, come inside, pay, get their drugs, then leave quietly. it had become an art form to barry— and a source of entertainment to you.

however, tonight there was a customer staying in the house for a lot longer then usual. you knew he wasn’t a pogue, he didnt look nor act like one. he must be a kook. you could tell he was a bit coked out too. you became really good at figuring that stuff out after a while.

you didn’t talk to him, simply sat on the opposite end of the couch while him and barry conversed. you stayed with your knees tucked to your chest, observing. barry had a few customers come in and out, before getting a call.

you couldn’t quite hear what your brother was saying exactly, but you made out enough to know that his supplier was gonna be coming. you sighed to yourself, another thing barry wouldn’t let you participate in.

the supplier showed up after a near 20 minute wait, barry heading for the door. you expected the kook boy to follow him, but he stayed still in his place on the couch. barry seemed too focused to tell him to come with, too.

the room fell into an uncomfortable silence after that. that was, until the boy got up from his seat, moving across the couch to sit directly next to you. all while staying silent. you tensed a bit, confused and nervous. before he spoke, “what’s your name?” you looked at him unsure, “why?”

“just wanna know.” you rolled your eyes, facing away forward again. away from his gaze. “what’s yours?” he laughed, at your reverse psychology attempt. “rafe. cameron.” you knew that last name. sarah cameron. the girl from school. must be his sister, you thought to yourself.

“okay.” you spoke, simply. he looked at you, you felt his stare. “so, barry doesn’t let you help him deal at all?” you shook your head, humming out a no. “shame. he let you do anything? doesnt really seem like it.” you smiled a bit at his observation, speaking. “no, not really.” he nodded, analyzing your words.

“he ever let you go to a party before?” you furrowed your brows. how did he knew that you had been begging your brother to let you go to a party for years? “no. he hasn’t.” he laughed, amused at the answers you gave him.

“so, guessing you never been with a boy before either, huh?” you creased your brows yet again, confused on what he meant by his statement. “in what way?” rafe smiled, before speaking bluntly again. “you ever been fucked before?” you flinched at his harsh choice of words, before quickly shaking your head.

“what? no. why are you asking that?” you spoke, now looking at him as if he was fucking crazy. but he was just glad you were looking at him. he wanted to see your face. the face you kept so well hidden from the world. “relax, ‘m just curious.”

you looked annoyed, tense. but he didn’t mind. he was happy to get a couple words conversation out of you. “you shouldn’t even be talking to me, let alone asking that. barry would fucking kill you.” you told him. he laughed, yet again. “barrys like a brother to me. you can talk to one guy. what he doesnt know wont hurt him.”

you bit your cheek, before speaking. “and what if i did tell him?” he stayed silent for a moment, pondering the question. “then he would have to get over it.” you laughed, subtly. you didnt wanna boost the kook boys ego too much.

it fell silent again, but more comfortable this time. not fully, but almost there. the boy stood up again, speaking. “i’m heading out.” you nodded, looking up at him. he headed towards the door, before stopping and turning around.!

he gave you, and your body a once over before speaking again. “your tits look good in that.” your eyes quickly widened, narrowing in on him. “you’re a fucking weirdo.” you spoke. he laughed, turning back around and heading out the door.

you were still fucking astonished that he said that to you. that was the first time you ever even heard a boy think of you like that. but a strange part of you didn’t hate it.

you should’ve told barry, you really should have. but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. not with the risk that came with it, you not being able to see that blonde kook boy again.

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[insidekatmind]

Bet~Kwon Jae-sung

Wearning: +18,smut,cheating.

The air was filled with tension, but also excitement. The Sekai Taikai wasn’t just a tournament; it was a chance to prove your dojo’s worth on a global scale. You had been chosen as the captain along with your adoptive brother, Miguel Diaz. The weight of responsibility was heavy, but the adrenaline of fighting made it bearable.

As you posed for photos with the other captains, your gaze lingered on Kwon, who seemed eager to get the boring photo session over with. However, something changed in his demeanor when his eyes landed on you. The irritation disappeared, replaced by a mischievous smirk.

When a competition to perform the highest kick began, Kwon immediately seized the opportunity. With agility and confidence, he executed an impressive kick, leaving many of the spectators speechless.

“No one can top this,” he said with a laugh, but his eyes flashed with challenge when he saw Hawk advance.

Hawk, always ready to take a taunt, decided to up the ante. "Let's make a bet. If I win, I take your room. If you lose... I take yours."

Kwon raised an eyebrow, then noticed that Hawk was sharing a room with you. His smile widened as he accepted the challenge.

Robby, who was nearby, snorted. "Seriously, Hawk? Are you betting my sister?"

But Hawk was already focused on his performance. He braced himself, took a deep breath, and leapt for the kick... but couldn't get past Kwon's height.

Kwon chuckled and held out his hand to Hawk. "Deal."

Hawk, frustrated, handed over the keys with a pout, while Kwon grabbed them with satisfaction, giving you an amused look. The tournament hadn't started yet, but the evening was already getting interesting for him.

Kwon tried hard to control his gaze as you strolled out of the bathroom in your short pajamas. His eyes flicked over your body appreciatively, taking in the tantalizing curves and toned limbs. The thin fabric left little to the imagination, and Kwon found himself struggling to keep his thoughts from wandering.

He knew it was wrong to ogle you that way, but he couldn’t help it. The sight of you in that outfit was making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. He tried to look away, but his gaze kept returning to you as you moved around the room getting ready for bed.You snort at him as you lie down on the bed next to him.

Kwon tried to look innocent, but he couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips. He knew you had noticed his wandering eyes, but he wasn't going to apologize. Instead, he raised an eyebrow at you and said, "What? Can't a guy appreciate the view?"

“Don't get any ideas, Kwon,” you said, lying down with your back to him.

Kwon chuckled softly, his eyes roaming over your back and down to your legs. "Oh, come on. Can't a guy fantasize?" he teased you, his voice light and playful. He shifted closer to you, the mattress dipping under his weight.

"Besides, how could I not have ideas when you're lying there looking like that?" he murmured, his tone carrying a hint of desire. He reached out and lightly traced a finger down your spine.

You blushed slightly at Kwon's compliment, your cheeks flushing a rosy pink. You tried to keep your composure, but the sensation of his finger tracing along your spine sent a shiver down your spine. You glanced over your shoulder at him, her eyes meeting his.

"Is that so?" you replied, trying to maintain a cool and collected tone. But the effect he had on you was undeniable, and you could feel a flutter in your stomach.

Kwon's grin widened as he saw the color rise in your cheeks. He knew he was getting to you, and it only fueled his teasing. "Oh, it's definitely so," he said, his gaze locked on yours. He inched closer still, his body now practically pressed against yours.

His hand continued to explore your back, his fingers tracing along the ridges of your spine, his touch leaving goosebumps in their path. "Don't act like you haven't thought about it too," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.Your breath hitched as Kwon's hand moved lower, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, and the sensation was both thrilling and overwhelming. You tried to maintain your composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

“I have a boyfriend,” you tried to say but you could feel Kwon's cock on your ass.

Kwon chuckled at your feeble attempt to remind him of your boyfriend."And? You think that matters to me?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. He moved his hips, grinding against you ever so slightly, the feel of his hardness against your ass sending a wave of desire through him."I don't care if you have a boyfriend. I can't stop thinking about you," he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

You moaned at his words and leaned into him, wanting to feel more of his hardness.

Kwon's smirk widened as he heard your moan, and he let out a low growl of satisfaction. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to him, his body flush against yours. He could feel your desire for him, and it only fueled his own need."You're playing a dangerous game, darling," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. "You know what you're doing to me."

Kwon's hand slid under your shorts and thong, his fingers finding their way between your thighs. He groaned softly as he felt how wet you were, his cock twitching in anticipation."You're so wet already," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "You want this as much as I do, don't you?"

You moaned feeling his cock inside you, you grind yourself to feel more of his cock. Kwon's breath hitched as you ground against him, the feeling of your body moving against his driving him wild. He tightened his grip on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to hold back from taking you right then and there."You're driving me crazy," he growled, his hips moving in sync with yours, his cock buried deep inside you.

“Kwon” you moaned as you felt his cock destroying your ass.

Kwon's eyes darkened as he heard you moan his name, his grip on you becoming almost possessive. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he started to move faster, his hips snapping against yours."Say it again," he whispered, his voice laced with desire. "Say my name again, darling."

"Kwon" you say groan.

Kwon's breath hitched again at the sound of his name on your lips, and he let out a low, guttural moan. He gripped you tighter, his fingers leaving bruises on your skin as he pounded into you, his body moving with primal need."Again," he growled, his voice hoarse. "I want to hear you say it again."

You closed your eyes feeling his cock destroying you. "Kwon" you said moaning. Kwon's eyes fluttered closed as he heard you moan his name again, and he felt himself getting closer to the edge. He buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he struggled to hold back."Fuck, you're driving me insane," he hissed, his hips moving even faster, his cock hitting deep inside you with each thrust.

The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, a loud and lewd reminder of what was happening between you two. Kwon's breath was ragged and uneven, his body tense as he fought to hold back his release."You're so perfect," he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing kisses down your neck. "So perfect and mine."

You moaned as you nearly drooled at how his cock was destroying you. "So good"you muttered. Kwon smirked at your words, his ego growing even bigger as you praised him. He loved the way you were completely at his mercy, your body submitting to his touch."That's right, darling," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're mine, and I'm going to make you feel so good."

He reached down and lifted your leg, wrapping it around his waist, allowing him to drive deeper into you.

You whimpered with pleasure. Kwon's eyes widened at the sound of your whimper, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He loved hearing you make those sounds, knowing that he was the one causing you to feel pleasure.

"You're so sensitive," he said, his voice a mixture of admiration and desire. "And you're mine to do with as I please."He began to move even faster, his hips thrusting into you with a brutal rhythm, his grip on your leg tightening possessively.

“I'm coming,” you moaned.

Kwon felt your body tense up as you reached your peak, and he let out a guttural groan of satisfaction. He buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he tried to hold back his own release."Come for me, darling," he growled, his voice strained. "Come all over my cock."

You moan and come on his cock, and your pussy tightens around him. Kwon's eyes widened as you tightened around him, and he let out a loud moan of pleasure. He buried himself deep inside you, his hips stuttering as he reached his own release."Fuck, you're so tight," he panted, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. He held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, as he rode out the waves of pleasure.*

You whimpered as you felt his cum inside you.

Kwon shuddered as he felt his cum fill you, a low growl escaping his lips. He continued to thrust into you, riding out the last of his orgasm, before finally stilling, his body pressed against yours."God, you're perfect," he murmured, his voice hoarse and breathless. "So perfect and mine."

You were shaking with pleasure, whimpering.

Kwon gently pulled out of you, and he watched as his cum spilled out of you, a possessive look in his eyes."You're mine, remember that," he said, his voice still low and rough. He lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Don't forget who owns you."

You shivered at his possessive words, a wave of arousal and submission washing over you. Despite your attempts to maintain some measure of control, Kwon's dominance overwhelmed you. "Yes, I'm yours. I won't forget," you responded, your voice trembling. You could feel his gaze burning into you, claiming you as his own. The intensity of the moment left you breathless and at his mercy. In that moment, you were completely under his control.

Kwon's eyes darkened at your words, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He loved the way you submitted to him, how you willingly gave yourself over to his every whim. But he wasn't done yet. He wanted to make sure you understood the depths of your submission.

He leaned in, his mouth hovering just above yours, his lips brushing against yours lightly. "You're mine in every way," he whispered, his voice laden with desire. "My body, my mind, and my soul. You belong to me, completely and utterly."

[ikeuocean]

crush/boyfriend headcanons ꕥ kwon jae-sung

synopsis : kwon makes a lovely boyfriend despite his cold demeanor towards everyone.

genre : fluff, mild angst

warning(s) : creepy men implied

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who absolutely hates sweets. he prefers spicy foods all the way but he can’t help but devour the homemade chocolates you gift him every year for valentine’s day.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who sucks at baking. white day falls a month after valentine’s day so he decides that the only gift suitable for such occasion was homemade pastries. only one problem though, kwon can’t follow recipes to save his life. so after a few attempts he calls you for help, turning it into a fun baking date.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who insists on walking you home every night after practice. he knows your a good fighter better than most of the guys on the team but it helps ease his mind that he’s there to protect you from the evil of the world. he needs to know that your safe because he can’t imagine what he would do if you ever got hurt.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who says words of endearment in korean. although kwon is a confident guy he can’t help but feel shy when it comes to telling you how he truly feels.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who can’t communicate. at the beginning of the relationship kwon hated being vulnerable, especially with you. he can’t seem to tell you about the things that bother him. which leads him to ignoring you. after a much needed confrontation conversation on your part, he decides to open up about his worries.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who struggles with affection. as much as he loves you, it still feels very foreign to him to receive verbal affection. sure he’s had his fair share of admirers but with you it’s different. he’s still not used to the compliments that dig into the very core of his being.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who thinks social media is stupid. he claims he doesn’t care for it because he’s such a busy guy. like who needs social media anyways? he does. his feed is filled with pictures of the two of you, making it abundantly clear to everyone that he has the most amazing girlfriend ever.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who loves to match. at first he thought it was embarrassing. why would a tough guy like him want to have a matching pink sanrio keychains with his girlfriend? but it started to grow on him after seeing how cute you looked while asking him. who is he to deny his lovely girlfriend?

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[onriyuview]

solace

genre: fluff, smut, 18+ mdni

wc: 3.5k

summary: idol bf!sion comforting his jealous gf!reader, after this clip of him kissing a fan’s camera starts going viral on socials again

cw: soft dom!sion, oral (f), fingering (f), a lot of sweet talk, dirty talk, body worship, praise kink, unprotected pinv sex (wrap it pls), multiple orgasms, reassurance from sion, tender love-making, pet names (baby, beautiful, angel, princess, sweet girl, pretty girl, etc)

a/n: am i the jealous gf fan in question? maybe! ₍ᐢ. ༝ .ᐢ₎

as sion’s incredibly supportive girlfriend, you like to keep up with the wishies’ activities through every social media site you can think of.

being a fangirl yourself, you enjoy seeing different perspectives of concerts or fan events that other czennies attend, allowing yourself to live vicariously through them as to not expose your relationship with sion.

it especially helps when he’s practicing late nights or when he’s out of town, away on tour.

sure, you have countless amounts of his hoodies and special pictures and videos only meant for your camera roll and your eyes, among other physical items that keep you company in his absence, but you can’t help watching him through the eyes of a fan while he’s away.

after all, you’re his number one fan and he’s yours.

scrolling through twitter, you notice a clip from july 2024 making its way back onto your feed, circulating faster than you can even process. it’s on most of the major sion fan accounts you follow and— oh! you’ve seen this before... maybe?

your eyes scan the quick, 2-second clip of your gorgeous boyfriend kissing a fan’s phone camera, the video on a loop now as it turns into a 1-minute clip, then a 3-minute clip, your eyes not being able to leave sion’s features on your screen.

if you hadn’t seen it before you sure have now, the short collection of frames etched into your eyelids at this point.

once you realize just how many times you’ve watched this goddamned video, you sigh and swipe out of the twitter app, tossing your phone onto your covers.

thankfully, sion was only at practice at the company so you knew he’d be coming home to you tonight. but damn who let him think it was okay to give his fans that much fanservice?

you know he loves you and only you, and you know it’s also just his job, but sometimes the negative thoughts get to you.

no one told you how hard it’d be dating an idol as a non-idol, especially if he was a member of the newest and growing nct unit, or especially if he was this dedicated to making his fans fall in love with him, or especially if nearly every fancall video you saw of your boyfriend was of him outright flirting with his older fans.

frustrated with your own thoughts, you huff toward the ceiling, the air blowing a few strands of your hair out of your face, a furrow etched onto your eyebrows as you stare up at the soft glow cast by your bedside lamp.

before you can go deeper down the rabbit hole, you hear your apartment door beep and unlock, a pair of heavy feet stepping through the entrance, snapping you out of your thoughts. you don’t move to get up and greet your boyfriend who calls out for you first.

“baby? are you still awake?” he asks, his voice ringing through your place. he can see the soft light emitting through the gap under the bedroom door as his tired feet pad their way closer. he knows you usually stay up to wait for him.

he knocks gently after not hearing a response from you, softly pushing the door open to find you staring at the ceiling mindlessly.

“baby? earth to y/n?” sion calls out to you, dropping his duffle bag to the ground and nudging your shoulder with his hand.

“hi sion,” you say, catching the way his right brow raises when you call him by his own name and not a nickname or pet name.

your hand that’s further from him moves around your bed, finding your phone and unlocking it to open twitter.

“what’s this all about?” you ask, bringing your phone to his face with your other arm. his mouth opens to say something before his eyes flicker back to the screen where he’s watching himself kiss the camera. he winces slightly at having to re-watch his own fanservice.

“baby,” he starts, making your arm retract from him and toss your phone away once again. “is this why you didn’t answer when i came home?”

when he sees the slight pout set on your lips he fights back a smile, running his hand through his hair and perching himself at the edge of your bed.

“are you… jealous?” he asks, the lilt at the end of his question making you roll your eyes and turn your body away from him, sighing dramatically.

he bursts into a fit of laughter, clutching his stomach as he gasps, struggling to breathe with how hard he’s laughing at you.

“it’s not funny, sion!” you shout, but his giggles drown you out almost entirely. you sigh once again, picking up your phone but avoiding twitter at all costs.

after what feels like forever, sion’s laughs come to a gradual stop, and you feel him lift up your comforter to slip into bed beside you.

you scooch forward just a bit to give him some space, and once he’s finally settled, his face is right behind your neck, the hairs there standing up at the feeling of his breath on your skin.

“babyyy,” he says cutely. you can hear the slightest movements of his mouth with how close he is to you. “hey, come on… look at me, beautiful.”

you really didn’t know how not to give into him. you sigh again, your phone leaving your hand once more as you finally turn to face sion, slightly startled by his proximity.

after finally getting to look into your eyes for the first time since this morning, he takes in your pouty face.

your brows are furrowed the same way they do when you’re focused on something (or just frustrated, in this case), your bottom lip jutting out even more than when he found you.

he knows you might be definitely are upset with him, but this is the cutest you could look while ignoring him.

wordlessly, he starts pressing kisses to your worried features. first between your brows, then your slightly red nose, and both of your flushed cheeks, down to your chin and back up to finally meet your lips.

your features soften at the contact points, but you don’t reciprocate the kiss. your lips are still pouting at him as he looks at you.

one of his arms finds its place across your waist as the other comes up to caress your face.

“what’s wrong, hm? are you mad at me over this video from july?” he asks, his fingers dancing under your shirt to soothe your skin, the thumb of his other hand smooths out your still-worried brows.

you huff once more, letting yourself melt under his touch, eyes closed to focus on the feeling of his fingers against you.

“i’m not mad,” you mumble.

“so you are jealous?” he teases. your eyes open to be met with his signature wide smile that reaches his eyes.

“yes, sion. i’m jealous of your fangirls and the way you talk to them,” you sigh.

he kisses you once, twice, then three times on your lips, and you let him.

“you’re the one i come home to every night,” he assures you, a kiss following his words. “and you know i only have eyes for you,” another kiss. “and you’re the only girl in my world,” another kiss. “and doing all that fanservice is just my job,” sealed with a final kiss.

“i know,” you respond. “i just missed you today and seeing that clip of you stirred something in me i guess…” you frown again, realizing where your jealousy stemmed from.

he tsks at you, pressing another kiss to your brows once more.

“i’m sorry for making you miss me, my sweet girl,” he pouts, mirroring your expression from before. “how about i make it up to you, hmm? show you how much you mean to me? how much i love you?” he offers, each question followed by a kiss.

you don’t respond, watching and waiting to see what he’ll do next if you just lay there silently. to your delight, he starts trailing kisses down across your jaw and along your neck, nipping slightly to try and get a reaction out of you.

you let out a hitched breath, locking eyes with your boyfriend who’s already pulled away from the space in your shoulder. his hands are holding you so gently and his lips are so soft on your skin, brushing past the goosebumps that raise on your chest when you feel his breath there.

his fingers are toying with the hem of your top, silently asking you for permission to take it off, in which you respond with a silent nod of your head.

sion was thankful you didn’t wear a bra around the house, especially not before bed, because that was one less article of clothing keeping him from appreciating your beautiful figure.

“you’re so pretty, princess,” he whispers, a hand reaching out to knead at your chest. his thumb flicks against your nipple gently as he watches you squirm under him. a soft smile makes its way to his lips. “always so responsive for me, hmm?”

he leans forward again, now capturing your other nipple in his mouth, running his tongue across it and groaning at how quickly it hardens.

your hands fly to his hair, nestling into the dark locks to ground yourself. you’re trying not to give him any verbal reactions (for now), but your body moves before you can even think, sion knowing it almost better than you do.

he shifts to nip at your other nipple, switching places with his hand. your breathing is picking up now, his free hand pulling at the elastic of the waistband of your bottoms, the material snapping softly at your skin.

“you gonna let me take care of you tonight, angel?” he asks sweetly, rolling the bud that was in his mouth between his thumb and pointer finger, smiling and biting his lip at how breathless you already look underneath him.

“mmm,” you whine, hips bucking up as a signal for him to continue.

he taps at your hips to raise your hips once more, pulling your bottoms down in one swift motion and tossing them aside somewhere.

sion trails his lips down your torso, fleeting kisses being scattered across the expanse of your skin.

“my pretty baby,” sion whispers, almost to himself.

his hands are holding you at your hips as his mouth meets the skin there, coursing them down your thighs and calves as his lips follow, dragging across your limbs and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he mumbles, gently pushing your legs apart and settling down between them. he gasps at the wet patch that decorates the center of your panties now, his thumb coming up to rub the damp fabric.

“you missed me too, didn’t you?” he’s smiling, watching you squirm. “i can tell just by how wet you are,” he says, applying more pressure to your clothed clit before pulling the center of your panties aside and exposing your slick core.

your bottom lip is tucked between your teeth, biting down so you don’t give sion the audible satisfaction he wants, but your body betrays you entirely. just the way the string of arousal clings to the fabric is enough to satiate your boyfriend.

“this pussy missed me too, hm?” he leans down, your scent flooding his senses. “thought about her all day, you know.”

he starts flicking his tongue across your clit gently at first, then with more pressure as he pins your squirming hips down to the bed.

“ah-ah,” he tuts. “let me take my time with you, pretty girl,” he says before attaching his mouth to your core, alternating between wrapping his lips around your clit and fucking his tongue in your hole.

he’s truly indulging in your pussy, not in any rush and wanting to drag out your pleasure for as long as he can. it’s wet and messy, sion’s trademark while eating you out, and you love it.

“tastes so sweet, angel,” he growls, his voice dropping and more gravelly than before, making you leak with arousal.

pulling away from your heat, he works a finger through your folds before burying it in you with one swift motion, the wetness of your juices and his spit aiding his digit. you cry out at the feeling of finally feeling somewhat full of him.

“sion!” you gasp as his mouth reattaches itself to your clit, sucking almost too softly as he fingers you deliciously, your original idea of staying quiet thrown out the window. he just feels— “so good, sion,” you whine, your hips bucking against his face.

you almost miss how he’s smiling up at you as he keeps working you, adding another finger and pumping them in and out of your heat. sion revels at the reactions you finally give him, the squelching sounds filling the room and turning you on even more.

“that’s it, baby. let me hear you,” he purrs, fingers stroking at the spongy part of your walls before suckling your clit with more fervor now, anticipating your orgasm before you can even process it yourself.

“c-cumming, sion— fuck! i’m cumming,” you cry before the hot white feeling in your stomach releases, sending you over the edge as sion’s movements don’t stop, helping you ride out your high around his fingers and in his mouth.

“that’s my girl,” he grins at you, finally pulling away from your core. the bottom half of his face covered in your cum, his lips puffy and shining even in the dim lighting of your bedroom.

you tug at the collar of his shirt, silently asking him to come up to you.

“what is it, pretty?” his smile growing as he takes in your flushed cheeks and messy hair. “need your words, baby.”

“kiss me,” you mumble, pulling at him once more before his lips meet yours. you can taste yourself on him as your tongue swipes across his lower lip, his tongue stroking against yours, sion deepening the kiss with more passion.

you both pull away breathlessly, resting your foreheads against each other for a short moment.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that?” he asks, eyes boring into yours.

“i know… you tell me everyday,” you blush.

“you know i think you look prettiest when you’re cumming?” sion asks, pressing another kiss to your lips before his hands move down to his sweats, pulling them down along with his underwear.

his hard member springs up, the tip red against the pale skin of his stomach, precum smeared across the head of it. “only just got started and this is what you do to my cock, sweet girl.”

he hunches down to steal another kiss from you, pushing your legs up to lie between them before grabbing the base of his cock and running the tip through your folds.

you whine at this, your hips pushing up so he can just get it in, but sion shakes his head and tsks at this.

“impatient aren’t you? i thought i told you i wanted to take my time with you, angel,” he reminds you, his free hand coming to pin your hips down to the mattress once more. “i’ll give you what you want, don’t worry your pretty head.”

the head of his cock finally latches onto your entrance, making you gasp and sion hiss at the sensation. “always f-feel so good— fuck, so good around me baby,” he stutters as he pushes his length in.

despite how many times you and sion have had sex, you’re still not adjusted to his size, the stretch burning delightfully each time.

“my perfect girl,” sion breathes out once he fully buries himself to the hilt. “with the most perfect pussy made just for me, hm?” he all but whines at the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, his hands planting into the pillow on either side of your head to steady himself.

he’s kissing you now, distracting you from the discomfort between your legs. you can feel everything he wants to say just with his plush lips against yours.

he pulls back to pepper your face with more pecks, watching the furrow in your brows disappear slowly as your vice-like grip on his throbbing member slowly lets up.

“that’s it angel,” sion coos, his big brown eyes sparkling with pride. “you’re doing so good for me, takin’ me so fuckin’ well,” he praises. his hips start drawing back and pushing forward gently but firmly, filling you up all the way every time.

“‘s too big, sion,” you whimper, feeling the the tip of his member kissing at the most deepest part of your walls. your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, the pleasure too overwhelming to keep them open and trained on your boyfriend.

“i’ve got you, baby. you’re okay, just keep taking it,” he groans, picking up the pace in hopes of drowning out the pain with pleasure. it works like a charm, moans of pleasure spilling from your lips and encouraging him to keep going.

he’s cupping your face with one hand while the other keeps him propped up, swiping at your lips and your cheek so gently, making you open your eyes and look at him.

“i love you so much, sweet girl. you’re so perfect and good to me and you mean the world to me,” he’s blabbering now, but the sweet words go straight to your pussy, making you clench around his length.

a whine bubbles out of your lips and your eyes are squeezed shut again at the immense oxytocin rush. he’s fucking you just right while spilling the most sugary words in your ears and you feel like you’re floating.

his hand that was holding your face moves down to start rubbing circles against your clit and your back arches at the contact, your hips fighting against his hand to buck up and meet his thrusts.

“ah— sion!” you cry out, your walls fluttering around him more consistently now. “fuck! sion please,” you pant.

“what’s wrong, baby?” sion asks, feigning concern. he knows exactly what’s wrong; he knows your body like the back of his hand, but just needs to hear you say it.

his head dips to the crook of your neck to nip at the skin and your arms fly around his shoulders, one of your hands finding its way in his hair to tug at the strands in an attempt to ground yourself.

“i— fuck! i’m gonna cum,” you’re gasping now, causing sion to speed up his thrusts as well as his fingers on your clit.

“y-yeah? gonna cum for me pretty girl?” he rasps. “gonna make a mess around my cock? you gonna show your boyfriend how much you love him, hmm?”

and that’s all it takes for the tension in your lower stomach to burst. the cry that leaves your mouth has your throat feeling raw, but you don’t care as sion’s teeth graze your neck, the skin muffling his moans as he paints your walls with his hot cum.

his lips leave your neck as his hips still, your walls still spasming with the aftershocks of your orgasm. “always so good for me, angel,” sion mumbles, slotting your lips together as he rides out both of your highs.

after catching your breaths, and much reluctance, he finally pulls out of you. the sudden empty feeling and his fluids spilling out of you making you wince and groan at once.

“sion!” you whine, dragging out his name for emphasis, your face scrunching up as he chuckles at you.

“i know, baby. hold on,” he says, getting up to dampen a towel to clean you up. “come here, let’s get you cleaned up so we can cuddle.” his signature smile spreads across his face, his cheekbones rising with it.

you roll your eyes but are unable to avoid the corners of your lips turning up to mirror his own.

once you’re both clean and redressed in comfortable sleeping clothes, sion pulls you close to him, your back pressed against his front.

“have i made it up to you?” he asks, burying his face into the back of your neck.

“you have... and i’m sorry for getting upset with you earlier,” you pout, even though he can’t see your face. he shushes you and pulls you impossibly closer.

“don’t be sorry, beautiful. i know you just missed me,” sion mumbles, kissing your neck. “i’ll make sure you never miss me that much again, okay?”

you hum in response, the fatigue taking over as your eyelids shut, feeling nothing but love and reassurance as you fall asleep in sion’s arms.

tags: @rikupid @sminiac @be-my-sunrise ♡

thank you to my baby @rikupid for beta reading as always ♡

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

Little Admirer

summary: As you're getting ready for the day, You look in the mirror to see your boyfriend. He's still in bed, but he's silently watching you.

(Dae-Ho, Sang-woo, Gi-hun, Roh Jae Won)

Warnings: None

KANG DAE HO

You run a brush through your hair, smoothing down the stubborn strands as you lean closer to the mirror. The morning light is soft, spilling in through the curtains, and your reflection blinks back at you, calm, focused.

But then—movement.

You glance past your shoulder, meeting familiar dark eyes in the mirror. Dae-Ho is still in bed, head propped up on one arm, watching you in quiet fascination. His hair is a mess, sticking up in places from sleep, but he doesn’t seem to care. His gaze is steady, like he’s memorizing every little detail—how you purse your lips while applying lipstick, how you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re staring,” you say, voice teasing.

He hums, half-asleep, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “Just looking at my pretty girlfriend.”

Your hands still for a moment before warmth creeps up your neck. “Flirting before breakfast?”

He chuckles, voice low and raspy from sleep. “Mmm. Come back to bed?”

You shake your head, laughing softly. “I have to go.”

Dae-Ho groans, dramatic, rolling onto his back. “Five more minutes?”

“Five minutes will turn into an hour,” you warn, capping your lipstick.

His only response is a sleepy mumble as he buries his face in the pillow. You smile to yourself, giving him one last glance in the mirror before heading out—knowing full well that when you get home later, he’ll be watching you just the same.

CHO SANG-WOO

The soft hum of the morning filled the quiet apartment—the occasional rustling of sheets, the distant city sounds filtering through the window. You stood in front of the mirror, carefully applying the finishing touches to your makeup.

As you smoothed down your hair, you caught something in the reflection.

Sang-Woo.

He was still in bed, lying on his side, head propped against his arm. His eyes were half-lidded, still heavy with sleep, but unmistakably focused on you. He didn’t say anything—just watched.

“You’re staring,” you murmured, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

A beat passed. Then, his lips barely curved into something too small to be a smile but too soft to be nothing.

“You’re beautiful,” he said simply, voice low and rough from sleep.

Warmth crept up your neck. You let out a small huff, trying to fight back a grin. “You’re sappy in the mornings.”

He didn’t deny it. Just closed his eyes again, sinking deeper into the sheets. “Come back to bed.”

You turned, glancing at the time. “I have work.”

Sang-Woo exhaled through his nose, lazily stretching. “Just for a little while.”

And when he reached a hand out, the invitation was impossible to resist.

GI-HUN

As you applied the last swipe of mascara, you caught a glimpse of Gi-Hun in the mirror. He was still in bed, propped up with pillows, his gaze quietly following every movement you made. You smiled to yourself, knowing he wasn’t one to make a fuss, but you felt the weight of his quiet attention.

You brushed your hair back, glancing at him again, and caught the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Stop staring,” you teased lightly, smoothing your shirt.

Gi-Hun chuckled softly, but there was something deeper in his eyes, something warm. “I’m not staring. Just admiring my beautiful girlfriend.”

The compliment made your cheeks warm, but you played it cool, finishing up your look. You met his gaze once more, and this time, he winked at you. The teasing nature of the moment was sweet, comforting.

“Are you going to stay in bed all day?” you asked, turning to face him, still enjoying the lingering smile on his face.

“Only if I can watch you get ready every morning,” he answered with a playful grin.

You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered. Some mornings, it felt like nothing could be more perfect than this simple, quiet moment.

ROH JAE-WON

You stand in front of the mirror, carefully applying your makeup, the quiet hum of the morning filling the room. Your brush strokes are steady, but you can’t shake the feeling that you're being watched. Glancing up, you catch your boyfriend, Roh Jae-Won, lying in bed, his gaze soft and focused on you.

He’s still wrapped in the warmth of the blankets, his hair tousled from sleep, yet his eyes never leave you. A small smile tugs at your lips as you turn to face him.

"You're staring," you tease, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckles quietly, his voice raspy from just waking up. "I can't help it. You're beautiful, even without the makeup."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, the genuine affection in his tone making your cheeks flush. You laugh softly and return to your routine, but you can feel his eyes following your every movement.

"You're not going to get up?" you ask, glancing at him again.

"I don't want to miss watching you," he replies, his smile turning into something a little more playful, but still full of warmth.

You roll your eyes but can't help the smile that stretches across your face. The morning is simple, but with him here, it feels perfect.

[angelseraphines]

i swear i’m releasing fanfictions this weekend i have just had to lock in recently 💔💔💔

current order of priority!!! (subject to change)

1. guard!cho sang-woo x player!reader

2. part three of my professor!cho sang-woo x student!reader series

3. money heist korea berlin x reader

4. cho sang-woo x player!reader during the glass bridge game

also thoughts on a college!seong gi-hun x reader fanfiction?? 😇

[itsnesss]

Hello! May I request reader being a ballerina and Kwon is smitten? Thank you so much 😙🙏

𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 | kwon jae-sung × fem!reader

summary | you challenge kwon to learn ballet, and as you guide him through the moves, the tension between you both builds

warnings | fluff, romantic, tension, flirting, competitive

word count | 1.6 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The echo of classical music fills the rehearsal room as you glide your feet precisely over the wooden floor. Each movement is calculated, each turn a work of art. Ballet is not just a passion; it’s your life, your discipline, your refuge.

You don’t notice his presence until the melody fades, and silence envelops you.

“I didn’t know you did this,” his deep, confident voice resonates in the room. You turn abruptly and find him leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, his posture relaxed but with that intense look in his eyes.

Kwon, one of Cobra Kai’s most feared fighters. His style is aggressive, merciless, and yet, here he is, watching you as if he’s never seen something so impressive in his life.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, trying to hide your surprise.

“I was passing by the hallway and heard the music,” he responds without taking his eyes off you. “I didn’t imagine you… danced ballet.”

“And I didn’t imagine you cared.”

He raises an eyebrow, amused.

“I don’t usually waste my time on nonsense. But this… this is different.”

You cross your arms.

“Different how?”

He shrugs.

“You’re good. Really good. It’s… impressive.”

You didn’t expect that kind of compliment from him. Kwon’s not the type to hand out praise.

“If you like it so much, do you want to try it?”

He lets out a low chuckle.

“No, thanks. I prefer real fights.”

“Oh, sure. Because ballet isn’t demanding or doesn’t require strength or control.”

His expression changes slightly. You know you’ve touched his pride.

“Are you saying ballet is harder than karate?”

“I’m saying it requires more discipline than you think.”

The defiant glint in his eyes is unmistakable.

“Prove it to me.”

A smile forms on your lips.

“Alright, Cobra Kai. Let’s see if you can keep up.”

You approach and take his hand, positioning him in the correct posture. His muscles tense under your touch, but he doesn’t pull away.

“First, balance,” you say. “Relevé.”

You show him how to rise onto the tips of his toes. Kwon tries to imitate you but barely manages to stay up for a few seconds before he stumbles.

“Damn…” he mutters, frowning.

You laugh.

“Giving up that quickly? I thought Cobra Kai never dies.”

His gaze sharpens.

“I don’t give up.”

He tries again, this time staying up a bit longer. You feel his determination in every fiber of his being, and for a moment, you’re surprised at how much he wants to impress you.

“Not bad,” you admit, still holding his arm. “Now, try a spin.”

“You want me to do pirouettes?”

“Come on, Jae-Sung. Just one try.”

He sighs but follows your instructions. He spins awkwardly, almost losing his balance. Instinctively, you grab him before he falls, and in that instant, the closeness between you two becomes evident.

His breath is heavy, his dark eyes fixed on yours.

“This is harder than I thought,” he murmurs.

“Told you.”

His hand remains on your waist, and the heat radiating from his skin sends a shiver down your spine. There’s something different in his expression. Something you didn’t expect.

“You’re incredible.”

His voice is low, almost like a secret. And before you can respond, his gaze falls to your lips, and suddenly, ballet isn’t the only thing that has him captivated.

His gaze, intense and dark, stays locked on yours, and for the first time, there’s no arrogance in his expression. Just something raw, something genuine.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you whisper, feeling your heart race.

“I don’t know,” he replies softly, but the way his eyes briefly flick to your lips says otherwise.

You feel like you should pull away, break the tension, make some sarcastic remark to ease the awkwardness of the moment. But you don’t. Because deep down, a part of you is enjoying this.

“Still want to learn ballet?” you ask, trying to steer the conversation back to safer ground.

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m not interested in ballet,” he says, and his tone makes your stomach do a flip. “I’m interested in you.”

The impact of his words hits you with the same force as a well-executed kick on the tatami.

“W-what?” you stammer, blinking in disbelief.

He offers a slight smile, that typical half-smirk of Kwon Jae-Sung that appears when he knows he has the upper hand.

“Don’t act surprised. I’ve liked you for a while.”

Your brain momentarily shuts down. Since when? How did you not notice?

“You’re joking…” you murmur, but your voice sounds more like a plea than a statement.

“Do I look like someone who jokes about this?”

No, he doesn’t.

Kwon Jae-Sung never does anything without intention, and if there’s one thing he’s proven in all the fights he’s won, it’s that he never enters a battle without being sure of his victory.

And now? Now his gaze tells you he’s completely sure of how he feels.

You take a step back, trying to put some distance between you, but he doesn’t let go.

“Kwon…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he interrupts, his tone softer than ever. “Just tell me if I have a chance.”

The question hangs in the air.

You look at his face, the sharp features, the dark, deep eyes, the way his jaw tightens with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. You never thought you’d see Kwon like this, as someone vulnerable.

And then, without thinking too much about it, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers with his.

“Maybe.”

His expression changes. First, surprise. Then, satisfaction.

“Maybe, huh?”

“If you can do a decent pirouette… maybe more than that.”

Kwon lets out a laugh, and for the first time tonight, you see his full smile. It’s sincere, without arrogance or mockery.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

“It is."

“Alright.”

Kwon isn’t someone who accepts defeat easily. If he were, he wouldn’t be where he is, wouldn’t be one of the most lethal fighters. But this time, his fight isn’t on a tatami, it’s in a dance studio, and instead of punches and kicks, he’s fighting against balance and the precision of a spin.

And against his own heart, because, to be honest, he’s never felt this out of control as when he’s with you.

You step back, crossing your arms as you watch him prepare. His posture is stiff, clearly more used to being firm and on guard than to the fluidity of movement.

“Relax,” you advise with a playful smile. “This isn’t a fight, Jae-Sung.”

“For me, everything’s a fight.”

He says it with his usual confident tone, but this time, there’s something more. Something deeper.

You take a deep breath and approach him again, gently resting your hands on his shoulders. You feel the tension in his body, the way he stiffens under your touch. But he doesn’t pull away.

“You don’t need brute strength here,” you whisper. “Just let go.”

Your hands slide down his arms and then to his hands, guiding him into the correct posture. Kwon stays silent, his eyes locked on you, his breathing slightly heavier than usual.

“Like this?” he asks, his voice quieter than usual.

You nod.

“Now spin.”

He tries it. And, for his first real attempt, it’s not that bad. Although, of course, his spin ends up being a bit rougher than it should be, his balance still not quite there.

“Damn…” he murmurs, frowning as he steadies himself.

You can’t help but let out a laugh.

“That’s not exactly the attitude of a champion, Kwon.”

He shoots you a sharp look, but there’s something playful in it.

“Give me a week, and I’ll be better than you.”

“Oh, sure. Like that’s possible."

“Don’t doubt it. I don’t lose.”

He says it with that confidence that makes him so Kwon. But what you don’t expect is what happens next.

Suddenly, without warning, he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. Not roughly, but with enough firmness that you end up pressed against his chest.

Your breath stops.

“What… what are you doing?” you murmur, all too aware of the heat of his skin even through the fabric of his shirt.

“If I can’t do it alone… then teach me like this.”

And before you can protest, his hands rest on your waist. His fingers are firm, but gentle, as if he still can’t believe he’s really touching you.

“Let’s spin together.”

Your heart beats fast, but you manage to keep your composure.

“Alright… but if you step on my toes, I swear I’ll put you in a hold.”

He smiles.

“I accept the risk.”

And then, you spin.

This time, there’s no awkwardness in him. No roughness. It’s just him following you, letting himself be guided, trusting you. And for a brief moment, it’s as if everything disappears. There’s no karate, no ballet, no rivalry. Just the two of you.

When the spin ends, you both stand still, still too close.

“That… was better,” Kwon murmurs, but his voice sounds distracted.

Maybe because his eyes are on your lips again.

And this time, he doesn’t try to hide it.

You don’t have time to process it before he closes the distance between you two.

It’s a firm, sure kiss, but at the same time, restrained. As if he’s measuring the intensity, as if he’s waiting for you to stop him. But you don’t.

Because, against all logic, against all the differences between you, against all odds…

You want this too.

And when your hands slide up his chest and entangle in his neck, when you respond to his kiss with the same intensity, Kwon smiles against your lips.

Because this time, he knows the victory is his.