#kpop stan

[sillylittlestan]

Them: You BETTER not be a cunty lifeguard from gag city when I get back

Me:

[lushta1es0nm3]

Distraction

Pairing: Kim Hingjoong x reader

Summary: “It’s not far that your sitting here feeling like shit, let me help you feel better”

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Fluffy smut

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request. Please enjoy. 😊

You smiled as the room filled with loud cheers and people laughter. This party you attended as a plus one was going well, but being that the place was crowded, you were in desperate need of some air and silence.

That being said, you took that moment as a chance to disappear out into the back yard. Ignoring the cold, it felt good compared to how hot it was inside. A small sigh left your painted red lips as you quickly found a spot to sit down.

Pulling out your phone you checked the time, it was almost 2 am. Damn, good thing tomorrow was the weekend. But still you wanted sleep and fuzzy pajamas over the skin tight dress and heels.

The sound of the door opening and closing quickly but quietly made you look up. The guy who this party was for had stepped outside himself and had yet to notice your presence. By his posture and walk, you could tell he was intoxicated.

You watched as he fumbled to pull out his phone and began making a phone call. Whoever answered it, began swearing and yelling so loud, you could hear it. He swore back at the person and began asking why. Damn sis, he was going through it. He hung up the phone and as he did, he finally looked up and his eyes landed on you.

He became embarrassed but you could see how heartbroken he was as tears slipped from his drunk face. You approached him, disregarding the fact that you didn’t know him. You hugged him and he broke down in tears.

After some time he calmed down, you’d sat him down and at some point you went inside quickly and grabbed some napkins to wipe his face. He spilled his drunken guts, explaining his situation, to a complete stranger and you listened and comforted him. When he was done and a little sober, he thanked you and asked your name, just as the person who brought you called your name.

You exchanged names and numbers. You learned his name was Hongjoong and he waved goodbye as others from inside came out to bring him back inside. All the while, you couldn’t help think, who in their right mind would cheat on him?………

One month later, and here you were again, sitting in bar, your friend thought it’d be a good idea to hangout with Hongjoong and a few other people you met at the party. There were only four of you sitting at the table, chatting and talking. Hongjoong was sitting next you, you’d been texting each other since that night. So you we’re pretty much friends at the moment.

Everything was going well, until, a girl you’d never seen before walked up to the table and tapped him on the shoulder. Everyone grew quiet as the atmosphere began to dim down. You were confused by the sudden shift in mood, you went to ask your friend on the opposite side of you a question but the girl had begun to speak.

“You must be his new girlfriend,” she assumed looking at you with a fake smile, “you moved on quickly didn’t you?” She looked at Hongjoong and her smile dropped.

“Don’t start,” he warned, “just go away.”

“I just wanted to see if you could do better that me, but I see you can’t.” She issued an unnecessary insult.

“Excuse me,” you started with a cold smirk, everyone looked at you, and your friend grabbed you knowing your temper, “you don’t know me,” you went to stand up but your friend was holding you down in your seat.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at you and then looked back at Hongjoong, who was clenching his jaw in aggravation.

“When you’re done with her, you ca-” She started to offer.

“Just go away,” Hongjoong demanded cutting her off, “I’m surprised you have the nerve to come over here with your bullshit.”

“Are you mad at me because I said something to her?” She scoffed. When no one answered she left as quickly as she came. But the mood was still down, you sighed as your friends decided to dismiss themselves to the restroom. Leaving you and Hongjoong alone.

“Are you okay?” He asked you.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” You asked him coolly, “she doesn’t know me.”

A small smile graced his lips at your response, before he could respond. You followed up with a joke or two, causing him to laugh. He called you lame, as you started to banter back and forth.

“Thank you.” He said after some time had passed.

“For what?” You asked confused.

“For distracting me.” He answered.

You giggled at him, brushing it off, but he was serious. You distracted him that night at the party and even over texts from the last month. Now you’d distracted him from the encounter with his ex. Making it seem like it happened days ago, when it fact happened moments ago.

After your friends finally appeared, they were sorta surprised that the mood was light and happy again and so quickly. But no one dwindled on it, after a few more drinks and more talking, it was time to go home. But your friends wanted to keep going so, you split up again. Leaving you alone with Hongjoong.

You guys walked and talked about random stuff, at some point you guys decided to stop at a convenience store to grab a quick to drink and snack to wash down the alcohol. The moment you entered the store though, your smile fell slightly at the sight in front of you. His ex was there, with some dude.

Hongjoong looked over at what you were looking at, you thought he’d stop smiling but, he didn’t. He kept on talking and smiling as if she wasn’t there. You’re ass seeming concerned but knowing better than to ask, you followed him over to the drinks.

As he was asking what would be better juice or water, she began to walking around the aisle like she was looking for something. This bitch had some serious ego to do this. Hongjoong called your name and you looked at him.

“I’ll take a water,” you answered, “I’m too thirsty for juice.”

“What about chips?” He asked as he grabbed both your beverages out of the cooler.

“Whatever you like is fine,” you answered returning the smile he was giving you.

Now bitch, this man took that as an opportunity to give you brief peck on the lips. To say you were stunned would be an understatement. Your hand flew to your lips as you stared at him red faced and shook. Very much taken very far aback.

“I’m sorry, baby” He apologized, “I was distracted and I couldn’t help it.”

You blinked and spoke without thinking, “You know a voicemail would’ve been a nice warning.” You stated as you gave him the skeptical side eye and followed behind him as he walked to the register.

You went to pull out your wallet but, Miss. Ma’am, he stopped you and paid for everything quickly. He then took your hand, causing you to look at him wide eyed as he pulled you out of the store with him. Leaving his ex standing there looking as foolish as her ego.

Once outside, you pulled away and stared at him for a second before you started hitting him, he began dodging you and running. All the while you were telling him off for not asking before using you in his little plan to make his ex feel small. He kept saying he was sorry, but you were on his ass like rain. Chasing and running around made you tired as fuck, but it was a good thing you made it to your destination.

Walking inside your small apartment, you flipped on lights out of breathe and sat down on the floor by the couch. Hongjoong followed suit, sitting on the floor beside you. It was quiet for a second, you looked over at him as he locked eyes with you. Not a second later you jumped onto him, but to no avail, he’d grabbed your wrist as he fell backwards, laughing at you the entire time.

“I said I was sorry!” He protested laughing at your attempts to try and kick his ass.

“No you’re not, next time warn me before using me like that! You did it on purpose!” You fussed as you freed one of your wrist. You managed to hit him one time but didn’t get any further because he started tickling you, causing you to cry out in laughter as you attempted to stop him.

Eventually you begged for mercy, promising to give up. Out of energy, you let go of all your weight on him, laying on his chest. A moment later and you felt his body shake a little. He was quietly sobbing, again. But you could understand, they’d been together for a long time and she’d been playing behind his back the entire time.

You sat up, straddling him now and wiped his face. He covered his face in attempt to hide how pathetic he felt, but you, for some god forsaken reason, pulled his hands away and kissed him. While placing his hands on your waist, he kissed you back surprisingly. Pulling away, you stayed inches away from his face, the tips of your noses touched.

“I’m sorry,” Hongjoong apologized, “this is the second time I’ve cried in front of you.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered as he pecked your lips, “I don’t mind, remember, I’m a distraction, use me to feel better.”

“That’s not fair to you.” He replied seriously finally looking at you.

“It also isn’t fair for you to be here feeling like shit while she’s fucking off.” You reasoned, “besides, I don’t mind being a distraction.”

You kissed him again and brushed the few remaining tears from his eyes. Truthfully, you’d gotten to know him with the last two months of meeting and since then, you’d grown to care for him deeply as a person. His sadness hurt you more than it should, but no one knew that.

“Y/N,” Hongjoong sighed breaking away from you and sitting up now, with you still straddling his lap, “stop, distraction or not, what about after?”

“Don’t worry about after, ” you replied flat out as you pulled your shirt over your head, “don’t think,” you placed your arms around his neck, “I just want you to feel good.”

He searched your eyes for any sign of uncertainty and found none. But what he did find was the fact that you indeed looked hot and fuckable at the moment. Your pretty lips, that he couldn’t resist earlier were moving, what they were saying was unbeknownst to him.

Hongjoong abruptly cupped your cheeks in his large hands and kissed you, finally caving in to his body’s reaction towards you. You both became quickly entangled in the moment of pure arousal. His hands wondered about, aimlessly and now needy his felt up your curves, loving your soft and smooth flesh.

Your hand made contact with his belt as you fumbled to find your way into his pants. His cock throbbing as you freed it, rubbing your palm against it, Hongjoong let out a breath a shaky breath as he pulled away from you.

He went for your chest and neck, kissing them eagerly as you rubbed his cock at an even pace. Fully into it now Hongjoong breath was shaky to stifle his moans as his stomach clenched up. But the moment you started to go down on him he stopped you.

“No,” he voiced, pulling you back up, from your kissing his stomach and chest, “these,” he gripped your chin and brushed his thumb across your lip, “are not make for that.”

Hongjoong kissed you again, but briefly and pulled away, “Just rub me,” he urged placing your hand right back onto his hard cock, “if you’re going to be a distraction, than do what I say.”

“Then that would make me your toy.” You commented as he kissed your neck.

He pulled away and looked at you finally with hooded eyes, “Isn’t that what you want?” He asked.

You scoffed and smirked at him as you began rubbing him and kissing him………..

How interesting, he didn’t want to take advantage of you. But you so openly offered yourself to him and once the wheels started turning, he’d become somewhat different. And that was a low key hot. A few months came and went, for the most part, it was as if nothing happened. But every now and again, you’d find yourself lip locked with him when you were alone. Or you’d both be helping the other ride the wave of bliss.

So, that being said, here you were, minding your own business when, you bumped into her. You didn’t see her, but she saw you. Coming out of a coffee shop, too busy on your phone texting your boss that you’d finished running the errand he sent you on and that you were headed back.

She stopped you by stepping in way, blocking your path and you looked up. Confused, you looked her up and down and tried to step around her but she wouldn’t move.

“How are you,” she started folding her arms, “are you still sleeping with him?”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, “Find something important to do.” You sighed.

“This is important,” she smirked.

“Look what I do has nothing to do with you. I don’t even know you.” You explained not in the mood.

“But your sleeping with my boyfriend.” She blurted out.

Your jaw dropped, the audacity, “You don’t have a boyfriend. Remember, you did a lot of dirt. And honestly, who I’m sleeping with is none of your business.”

She scoffed and pulled out her phone, playing video of you sitting in Hongjoong’s lap topless making out. You were shook, but said nothing and showed no emotion towards the video. As she spoke again.

“He sent this to me a while ago, technically we weren’t broken up when he sent me this.” She commented.

You smiled, “Is that so, good for you, I’ve got some work to do, so goodbye.” You shoved passed her finally.

You went back to work, but you couldn’t help but wonder how and when did Hongjoong take such an illustrious video. You thought about it so hard that you managed to come up with a when. That time you were going to town on his neck, his phone had rung, he didn’t answer, but you remembered him swearing and being on his phone for a few moments before putting it away.

The encounter with Hongjoong’s ex was long since gone from your mind. Like bitch you literally forgot about it, because low key, you just didn’t care. Sitting outside on a park bench with friends was fine and dandy, it was something like a picnic with friends but at night. One of your friends brought a guy who looked somewhat familiar.

He introduced himself to everyone, smiling as he did, his eyes stayed on you longer than necessary. You brushed it off as nothing and kept talking to your friends. Everything was going fine when Hongjoong finally showed up. He apologized for being late but no one was holding it against him. New guy was talking to you, trying to get to know you, Hongjoong sat on the opposite side of you.

You gave him a glance and went back to answering the question. A few minutes later, the new guy asked you if you were interested in dating him. You giggled thinking it was a joke, Hongjoong, who was talking to someone else, placed a hand on your lower back. He wasn’t paying attention to his actions, maybe it was because he felt comfortable next to you. Or maybe it was the drinks, either way you made no moves to remove his hand.

The guy seemed to notice and asked you were dating anyone and you replied no with a smile. As more time progressed, you’d eventually lend back an onto Hongjoong’s chest. At some point he was sitting behind you. He didn’t budge or make any moves to stop you as he ate chips, at some point he feed you one as everyone lay listening to a story being told by a friend.

Someone spotted a group walking towards your groups little late night picnic session. It was Miss. ma’am and her crew of three other girls. You nor Hongjoong were paying attention, because he thought it be a good idea to flick your forehead causing you to silently bicker with him. But the moment his name was called, you both looked up curiously.

“Damn, it’s like that?” Some one asked.

You both looked confused as fuck, not realizing what you both were doing. His ex and her crew were conversing with the new guy and someone else as to why she wasn’t welcome. She wasn’t taking a hint, she wanted drama. But she wasn’t getting any, as Hongjoong was to engrossed and distracted, he picking at you.

You heard both your names being called, just as Hongjoong had begun playing with your hands. Finally you the two of you looked up.

“Sooo,” one of them started, “are you guys dating, because that looks like flirting.”

“No!” You both answers at the same time, in the same tone.

Looking around, you realized you’d been caught. The look you both received made you swear inwardly as you stood up, “it’s not like that,” you explained, “we’re just friend.”

“Ha,” his ex started outing your business and brought up the video.

Hongjoong finally stood up and pulled you up from the ground, he dusted himself off and while everyone was looking the other way, he pulled you along with him swiftly without being noticed. A few blocks later and you were in his apartment, backed up against the front door with him eating at your neck.

Both your phones rang after some time of making out, the constant ringing made him huff and answer it. He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the couch and sat down, pulling you into his lap.

“Hello,” he answered as he gestured for you to continue, you did, you kissed his neck and placed your hands under his shirt, “we left, why?” He answered the questions that were being asked.

“Well,” he continued with a sigh, “I don’t care,” he threw his head back on the back of the couch as you pulled at his pants. He put the phone of speaker and tossed it beside him before pulling his shirt over his head.

“If you guys are seeing each other why didn’t you just come out with it? We brought him here because hook him up with Y/N.”

“Ha,” Hongjoong replied after taking your shirt off and unhooking your bra, he mumbled that it was his favorite color before speaking out loud enough for them to hear, “that’s cute,” he remarked, “but she’s mine at the moment.”

“What the hell has gotten into both of you?” Your friend chimed in with an attitude.

No answer came, as you’d pulled Hongjoong’s pants down, he cupped your cheek with one hand and felt up your ass with the other. More talking could be heard on the phone, it annoyed Hongjoong, so he let out and exaggerated and irritated huff.

“What we do is none of her business. She came to stir up shit, that’s her problem. Right now I’m busy, have a good life.” He picked up the phone and hung it up, or so he thought. He looked at you as he tossed it to the side, “take it off,” he demanded in a low voice, “stop teasing me.”

You blinked at him, biting your lips, what the actual fuck was going through his head. It made you hot and slightly nervous. Well ma’am, he wanted all of you and he was outright demanding it.

“Do I have to do it for you,” he started again, “do it while I’m asking nicely.”

You hesitated for a brief second before taking off the rest of your clothes, you didn’t realize it, but it was you who hung up the phone finally. And good thing you did, because his next words shook you and made you soaking wet.

“On your knees, now,” he demanded, you obliged, getting down in front of him, watching as he stroked his hard cock and bit his lips while looking down at you from his seated position on the couch, “put that pretty mouth to use,” he stated lowly, putting his tip to your lips, “I’m done playing,” you did as told and took him into your, bobbing your head up and down slowly and wiggling your tongue around. He sucked in a breath and grabbed a handful of your hair, “fuck,” he let out a raspy grunt and thrusted into your mouth a few times before stopping himself when he heard you gagging and struggling to swallow his entire cock.

He pulled himself out of your mouth and brought you up from your knees, “Get up here.” He ordered sliding down enough to bring your folds to his lips. He sat you down onto his mouth and began eating you out and tongue fucking you. Your hips bucked and legs clenched as you grabbed at his hair in an attempt to escape the hot wetness of his mouth.

Hongjoong had other plans though, he held you down with strong arms. You could feel him smirking as he ate away, making you body move on its own. You were riding his face and he was enjoying every bit of it. So much so, that he kept eating until you started to tremble and beg him.

He smacked your ass finally and let you go, laughing at you. Enjoying how hot and turned on you were, he sat back up on the couch and positioned you on to his tip, “Look at you,” he remarked as he slide you down onto him slowly, “slutty just for me,” he kissed you, mixing your taste, “is it too much?” He asked, you shook your head and let out a moan as he finally entered you balls deep, he gripped your ass. Lifting you up and down, looking at you with hooded dark eyes, “he asked you out in front of me. I don’t like sharing Y/N.”

He began fucking into you as you moaned and kissed his neck, “Fuck,” you managed to whimper out, “why didn’t you tell me that? It’s too hard”

“What you don’t like it,” he asked mockingly as he kept thrusting up into you, helping you ride him faster, “you want me to stop?”

“No, I love it, make me cum please” you whimpered as he took one of your breast into his mouth.

Your walls clenched around his throbbing cock, you were close but he pulled out and you nearly cried. He stood up and turned you around, bending you over, he entered from the back and smack your ass hard causing an echo to emit across the room. He thrusted into you deep and slow, while kissing the back of your neck, marking you up and pulling and twisting your nipples.

Without warning, you began to tremble again and shake, you let out a blissful breathy moan as you began to cream. You thought he’d stop, but he did not, Hongjoong thrust became quick and harsh, causing you to loose your breath as he fucked you through you orgasm.

You saw stars and became weak, your head fell backwards, onto his chest and he sat back down with you still on his hard throbbing cock. Hongjoong’s hand found your neck as he squeezed lightly and thrusted into you more. He was coming himself, the tight grip he had on your hips told you so. You squirmed, wanting to escape from this immense pleasure.

Hongjoong grabbed your waist, and bounced you up and down on him. You cried a little from how deep he was, you still tried to escape for a moment to breathe. But that only pissed him off further. He flipped you both over, laying you onto your stomach he entered you again from the back and began pounding into you rough and hard. He held you in place, enjoying how you squirmed about wanting to run, yet you arched your back for more.

He grunted and after a few wild thrust, he began to cum and so did you for the third time. He kept pounding into you until he emptied his entire load in you. You shivered and panted as he pulled out completely, now out of breath. Hongjoong sat down and pulled you into his lap. He lifted your chin and kissed your lips tenderly and smiled at you. Enjoying how fucked out you were.

“All of this is mine,” Hongjoong whispered, “no one else can have any.” He picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, where, let’s just say you didn’t get any rest that night……..

So months later, you’d become a couple, no surprise there. You were outside waiting for Hongjoong to come down so that you could enjoy a quick lunch together. But also talking to a client for your boss, you were in the midst of exchanging contact info. When all of a sudden your phone was pulled out of your hand. You looked up confused, oblivious and ready to fight.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hongjoong asked as you spun around to look at him.

“I’m working,” you answered taking your phone back and turning back to gentlemen. You apologized to him and quickly finished your conversation before turning back to Hongjoong.

He was staring at you with a blank cold expression. You sighed as you looked up at him, “I’m working,” you explained softly, “that’s a client’s secretary, does it look like I want to wake up the beast?”

He said nothing, for a moment, “I’m going to kick your ass.” He finally stated. Your mouth dropped, “why didn’t you tell me that when you know was coming down?”

“Hey,” you countered, “I wasn’t expecting you to roll up on me like that.”

“Y/N,” Hongjoong started with the icy look

“No,” you gave up and held your hands up, “I’m sorry, you win!”

He smiled and you back up, “That’s bullshit.” You pointed out, “wipe that fake ass smile off your face, it’s scary!”

He shook his head at you still smiling, watching as you backed up. You abruptly decided to run, knowing he was going to chase after you. But that was fine because both of you were giggling and being fluffy as usual.

Thank heavens that you just wanted be a distraction.

[yuckiemouth]

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[dellitta]

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[vypressuh]

a little sugar | s.m

summary: Living the life of an idol was hard. You couldn’t really do much without being in the public eye, and sometimes the pressure is just too much to bear. That’s how you met Song Mingi one faithful night three years ago. His absence in the recent years due to work, had left you with an unfulfilled void, but that would all change tonight.

pairings: mingi x idol fem!reader

tags: smoking, drugs, vulgar language, SMUT WARNING, MINORS DNI, oral sex, unprotected sex ♡

word count : 4.9K

You had never gone this long without sex.

Well, maybe prior to your debut. Physical contact or contact at all with any male that wasn’t part of your group’s initial staff was strictly off limits as trainees. It was more of a mandate than a rule— rules are meant to be broken, whereas if you break a mandate.. well. That’s your job out the window. You had been in the industry for six years now, your group was fairing well amongst your competitors and you were now running your victory lap through the streets of South Korea after a more than successful comeback. However, you were only missing one thing that made all of your success in the past worth it.

Him.

He had just finished wrapping up the first leg of his four month tour, only to return again early this year. Since you had an album to complete and a comeback setting on the horizon, you didn’t have much time for boys anyway. But you couldn’t lie, you missed him. He was probably the only male, outside of your laundry list of wreckage, that you actually had a soft spot for. He was sweet in a kind, and goofy way. He made you laugh even when you weren’t feeling your best, and always made sure you were well taken care of when you were together.

In many ways, it reminded you of the moment you met him three years ago that started this whole thing in the first place. A broken girl meets a broken boy in need of affirmation. One too many drinks led to a slip up that lasted the entire summer and shouldn’t have meant as much to you as it did.

Since you started sneaking around outside the company and had your bachelorette-style fun, pretending to not know the many men you slept with in public - if you happened to run into each other- was easy.

But having to stand in rooms with Mingi amongst your other idol coleagues and act like you didn’t want him to take you then and there was the hardest thing you ever had to do.

You kind of felt pathetic waiting around for him all these months. You could have had sex with anybody at that time, but you always waited for him.

It was torture. Damn you Song Mingi.

That would all change tonight, though. Mingi had finally returned to Korea and was in town for his Anchor in Seoul tour. He had texted you earlier and requested to see you after, saying that he would come and get you from the usual meeting place in the next hour. Hearing from him after so much time had passed brought a smile to your face. You felt like a high schooler with a crush, if you could even call it that. Hell, you didn’t even know if you loved him, he just made you feel good and filled a void better than any other man had over the years. You assumed that you felt something for him if you were this excited to receive a simple text message from him.

Like you said, pathetic.

Having feelings just weren’t your strong suit because the only thing they’re good for is getting you hurt.

You sat tucked away in your private studio. Your feet kicked up on the table in front of you as you scrolled aimlessly on your phone. You checked through your social media, seeing all of your fans commenting on your photos, especially the ones you took with your members and equally your best friends. Soo Jin, Yeong Si, Hei Na, and Ry. The five of you were as close as anyone could possibly be considering you spent the last eight years of your lives together, you were more like sisters than friends.

Which is why you felt bad lying to them even now.

When you and Mingi frequently saw each other in the past, you had to jump through countless hoops just to keep it secret. You would deliberately hold back details of your location from your group as well as staff—paying your security detail to withhold telling them anything if they were to ask. You made sure to take every precaution necessary to make sure they didn’t know or ever found out: concealing text messages and phone conversations and giving them the bullshit excuses as to why you couldn’t hang out for dinner. It was better that they didn’t know about your little escapades. It made things easier for you as the leader. You had to keep a standard in the group and you never wanted them to follow in your footsteps.

Keeping your “relationship” with Mingi under lock and key was the only advantage that you had on the public. It was the one secret in your life that you kept close to your chest and it stayed completely between the two of you. Your secrecy made it special, which meant no one else could invade it and ruin it all for you.

Checking the time on your phone, you decided to start getting ready to meet him. The concert was close to ending, which meant you had roughly thirty minutes to be ready since the drive from the arena wasn’t that long from the center of Seoul where you stayed. Good thing was that you had no prior engagements, so you didn’t have to alert your security to your leaving. Since you would be alone in this, you had to be discreet or your career would be as good as done.

Going to your groups’ message thread on KKT, you sent a quick message to them for your cover. Simply telling them that you would be working for the rest of the night and would be coming up to the apartments later in the night and not to wait up for you. Most of your members answered within seconds— Soo Jin told you to stop working so hard and to make sure you got rest as soon as you were finished. Yeong Si teased you about eating the last Pokémon bread in the cabinet knowing it was your favorite. Hei Na and Ry didn’t answer, which means they could be sleeping as they usually did or watching a drama. Either or was good for you.

You responded back to them with a cute emoticon, promising them that you’ll do well and return home soon. Quickly wishing a good nights’ sleep. The action was customary as you usually had conversations like this, so they would not think anything of it nor come looking for you. Which is exactly what you wanted.

Now all that was left was sneaking out. You were pretty much dressed already, wearing a strapless black crop top and a thigh length skirt to match. You grabbed your purse and stood up from your chair to fix yourself up in the bathroom connected to the studio office.

You pulled half of your hair up into a split ponytail, letting the rest drape over your shoulders. You lightly fixed your makeup to liven up your visibly exhausted face, adding lipstick, fresh eyeliner and mascara. You took some of your favorite roll on perfume and applied it to your wrists before rubbing it across the rest of your body, specifically in your neck and chest areas.

A soft chime from your phone alerted you. You walked hastily into the other room and pulled the device off of the table to read what message expanded across the lock screen.

송민기 -

Ended the show on time. Heading your way soon.

Don’t forget our spot.

If he was heading your way now, you only had about twenty minutes or so to get to your meeting spot. Walking there would take way more time, so you had no other option but to take a taxi. It wasn’t the most inconspicuous route of travel, but they usually tended to mind their business as long as you paid well and didn’t bring attention to yourself. So you had to act fast, flagging down a driver around this time would be a lot more difficult.

So, you didn’t waste anymore time. You gathered your things, shut down the control center to the booth and walked out of the room, making sure you checked your surroundings thoroughly. You were lucky that you had your studio built on the first floor, which meant that you could easily make your way out. Since it was late at night, most of the employees in the building had gone home by now, leaving probably the general security and a few janitors.

Before stepping out into the hall, you fiddled into your purse pulling out the shades that you kept with you just in case and put them on. You walked through the hall and into the main lobby of the building until you reached the front doors. You weren’t so much worried about the people inside, although you didn’t want to be seen by them either, you had to be cautious of the people outside. If even one person recognized you, you would make front news on every gossip page in the country.

However, as you hit the brisk night air. The darkness concealed you enough to get you as far away from the building as possible to catch a taxi. The sidewalks weren’t too filled with people, but being in Seoul, there was always someone somewhere. You kept your pace steady, not to seem too urgent and stood just at the edge of the sidewalk to get a better view of the road. Once you spotted a taxi, you immediately raised your hand and waved vigorously, hoping to catch his attention. Thankfully, the driver saw you in just enough time and pulled over to your side. You quickly opened the backseat of the car door and slid inside.

“Where to?” He asked flatly.

“Jung-Gu please. Buruttrak.”

“Pretty late for a lady to be going to that area alone. Will you need a ride back?”

You were glad you were wearing glasses to hide how strongly you rolled your eyes. “Not necessary. Just meeting a friend. Thank you though.”

He didn’t ask anymore questions and only nodded, pulling off into the rest of the traffic. You shot Mingi a text and told him you were on your way, hoping that the drive went quicker than it was anticipated to.

Thanks to the medium-light traffic, you made it to Jung-Gu in just under thirty minutes. The strip that was usually filled with people and bright lights had now dimmed as shopkeepers were starting to shut down for the night. The taxi stopped in front of the Buruttrak CD store, where you and Mingi had first met three years ago. You paid the driver handsomely for the long ride and thanked him for his service. You stepped out of the taxi and looked around as he pulled away, leaving you alone again.

No matter how many times you frequented this location, it always made you feel nostalgic. As a kid you would come here with your mom and pick out CD’s of your favorite artists to listen to for hours on end. Only to return ten years later and run into the man who changed everything for you. You stared into the window of the store, seeing the shelves still in the same spot they had always been, filled to the brim with the most modern albums from new artists like yourself. Who would have ever thought this is where you would have ended up in your life.

“You’re not getting all sentimental on me tonight are you?” A deep voice exclaimed from behind you.

You were forcefully pulled from your daydreaming, turning around quickly to locate where the voice came from, only to see the sly smirk accompanying the sharp features of Song Mingi, who was hanging slightly outside of the backseat window. A bright grin stumbled onto your face.

“That’s more your thing than mine.” You teased, giddiness present in your stride as you started towards the car, pulling your glasses free from your face.

Mingi popped open the back door of the black SUV, and reached his hand out to you to help you inside. You took his hand and stepped up into the platform vehicle, shutting the door behind you which concealed the both of you in darkness. The car moved instantly, barely giving you time to settle in your seat, which sent you almost falling over him. Thankful for his quickness, he kept you steady, holding on to your side as well as your arm to ensure you did not fall.

Your closeness to him brought back old memories almost instantaneously— like you had opened a time capsule from your school days.

“You okay?” He asked softly.

“More than okay.” You beamed in his direction and without even thinking you pulled him into a kiss.

Your hands cupped around his face, while his palms found purchase on your backside— gently caressing the exposed skin underneath your crop top. Mingi’s lips were just as soft as you remembered them, silky and plump; warping into the perfect comfort around your own. Your breaths intermingled with the other as he split your lips with his tongue, snaking it into your mouth. The embrace alone felt like the sweetest ecstasy. The void that his absence left inside of you, slowly being filled the deeper you kissed him.

Mingi’s free hand found the nape of your neck, his

digits slipping into your thick, dark hair and sinking you further into the embrace. His thumb brushed gently across your cheek and you were like putty in his hands. The tender feeling mixed with the passion of the moment made you giggle against his lips. You could do this for hours alone and be satisfied. Although, after months of not having him, there was much more on your mind.

Slowing down your pace, your kisses were filled less with hunger and more with a burning sense of longing— transforming into soft, trickling pecks. Mingi’s lips started to trail off of their original path, pressing against your cheek, your jaw, until finally clinging to your neck. You bit down on your lip, living for the feeling of his warm, pillowy, pair against your flesh. That part of you having been untouched for so long, it was almost ticklish making you chuckle softly against him.

“It’s nice to see you too.” You chimed happily.

Mingi groaned softly against your neck before finally coming up to face you again and sighed. “God, I missed that smell…I missed you.”

“I know. You didn’t have much of a choice anyway.” You adjusted yourself in your seat, finding your purse that slipped off during the intensity of your makeout session and dug through it.

“Did you brin-“

Before he got the words out, you pulled out a small baggie filled with pre-rolled blunts. “Never forget ‘em.”

“That’s my girl.” He cooed, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. One hand resting against your thigh, and gently brushing over your skin.

“Did you bring that candy I asked for?” You inquired.

Mingi reached into the pocket of his gray sweatpants, a loud crackling sound coming from it as he pulled it out and handed it to you. “Couldn’t forget. You kept bothering me about it.”

You squealed excitedly as you read the packaging of the Fruit By The Foot. It was the one candy that was only sold in certain parts of Korea and since he was closest to the one location that had it, you just had to get some. And you would need it especially when it came down to smoking. The car had just hit the inner city. Neon lights from outside shined into the vehicle and illuminated both of your faces. You pulled one of the joints out of the bag along with the lighter and handed it over to Mingi, while you partook in the snack that he brought you, enjoying the familiar mixture of berry and apple that satisfied your tastebuds.

“You’ve gotten even prettier since I’ve been gone.” He said, moving a loose strand of hair out of your face. “Remind me not to go that long without seeing you again.”

Your face flushed with color, thankfully not that he could see due to the dim light around you. You smiled sweetly at him, swallowing, before speaking. “Well, maybe if you didn’t go on eighteen tours in a year you could see me more often.”

Mingi chuckled, flicking his tongue against his exposed fang. “Ouch. Damn, well if it was up to me, I would have been here with you. You know how it is with work.”

“Sadly, you weren’t.”

He placed the blunt in his mouth and leaned over towards you for you to light it. The metal beacon popped open with a click; the flame flickered and ignited against the paper, filling your nostrils with that signature pungent scent. You were happy that this particular SUV had a partition section and it was concealed to the driver, leaving the two of you to fully enjoy yourselves without distractions and or consequences.

Mingi held the joint between his thumb and pointer finger, inhaling its contents deeply as the taste simmered in his throat until he puffed out a thick cloud of smoke that curled up into the ceiling of the truck. You snuggled up closer to him, watching him as he did so and fuck, was it the hottest thing ever. You hadn’t even realized that your lips had slightly parted in sheer awe at how sexy he looked.

He turned to face you, catching you staring. He chuckled lowly to himself and blew a stream of what he inhaled into your mouth, curling into a thick plume that you gladly took in. “So you’re saying you missed me?”

You rolled your eyes and took a hit of the joint, sucking in as much of it as you could — pushing the vaporized smoke into the air through pursed lips. “Would I have come all the way out here if I didn’t?”

“I’d rather hear you say it.” He fixed his attention towards you. The look on his face was hard to describe, bordering on him merely waiting for you to say what he wanted to hear, but you just couldn’t work up the words.

You sighed, taking another hit of the joint before letting him have his turn, placing the blunt in his mouth and holding it for him as he kept both of his eyes planted on you, while he inhaled the compelling flavor.

“Saying it is one thing, ..” You whispered to him, placing your hand on his stomach. “but showing you is another.”

You let your fingers slide down his abdomen, lightly caressing over the band of his pants. Looking back towards him to see the response on his face. He stared at you with thirsty, yet intrigued eyes. He quickly blew out the smoke and used the ashtray on his side of the door to ash out the blunt. The high was starting to kick into your system and your mind was going a little fuzzy, which meant all of your sensations were starting to heighten, especially the ones down below. You wanted him badly before, but you wanted him even more now and you felt that he was the same way.

“Is that right? What did you have in mind?” He was playing coy, but he knew exactly what was whirring in that head of yours.

That’s when an idea popped into your head. You giggled excitedly, reaching back to grab that same concealed bag of candy that he brought you. “Something a little more fun.”

He kissed you again. Tender, but wildly all at the same time. Your hand slipped inside the hem of his pants and you rubbed your palm across his girth— your hand just barely wrapping around the full width of him. He growled inside your mouth, his dick twitched in your hands alone, and you could tell he was just as horny and needy as you were.

Not wanting to waste the time you had, you started to push off his sweatpants and he assisted you, pulling his hips off of the car seat so that they would slip down easier, still never breaking the kiss you two shared until you pulled away. His length stood at full attention. The veins blanketing his shaft pulsed with the blood that raised his desire. The sight of him made your pussy tingle. Your tongue was eager to taste him after so long.

You looked back over to him and smiled. “Just relax.”

He was confused at your words, but interested and let you continue. Fully unwrapping the coil of candy from its packaging, you stretched it out a bit until you got a sizable length of it, tearing the white strip beneath it and wrapping it around the base of Mingi’s shaft. Once it was attached, you tore off what you didn’t want to use and put it to the side for you to get to work.

You re-positioned yourself, leaning the bottom half of your body off the seat while your top half laid across Mingi’s lap. You gripped onto him, hovering your mouth just above his tip and gathered what saliva you could muster, letting it drip down and coat his member in your fluids. He gave you a groan of approval, moving a piece of your hair out of the way so that he could watch you take him in full.

You opened your mouth and started lowering yourself onto him, the warmth of your breath sliding over his sensitive skin causing his own to hitch in his throat. Latching your lips around his thickness you started working his pole like no time had passed at all. The flavor of his dick mixing with the added taste of the fruit candy you wrapped around him, the taste swirling in your mouth while you sucked him off.

Mingi’s thunderous moans emanated from above you. His exasperated sighs and hollow groans filled the back of the car more than the smoke billowing over your heads. It was a beautiful sound, one you missed more than you should have admitted.

“Fuck, I love how you look with your lips wrapped around me.” He spoke. The deep tone of his voice drove you insane. He placed his hand on your head, helping guide you down his inches.

Tasting him was one of your favorite pastimes. You thrived in his flavor, twisting and turning your head in an effort to tackle every curve of his pulsating length. Mingi’s drawn out exhausts of pleasure were enough encouragement to keep you going.

You swallowed him almost completely, letting your tongue engulf his rod, stimulating his nerves with the slippery nature of your pink instrument. You intently kept your eyes plastered on him, watching his face churn at the pleasure he was receiving from the plush velvet of your mouth. It turned you on to see how delighted and eager Mingi was to see you bob your head down lovingly on his thickness, slobbering and sucking up a percentage of the saliva you used to sloppily slurp him up with. Your main goal was to make sure that he was pleased—not giving him a moment of mercy to ensure that both of their desires were fulfilled.

“Shit, that feels so good.” He grumbled under a soft breath and laughed to himself. “You’re so fucking nasty.”

You took the bulk of him down to the base of his dick before coming back up again for a breath; a thick string followed in the wake of the action as she slid her tongue down to his balls, fondling him with a soft suction.

“You taste so good..” You whispered softly to him, happy with the reactions he was giving you.

“Mmm, keep going baby...” Mingi was starting to buckle under your control. His chest rose and fell quickly and his abdomen started to tighten. He was getting close.

Mingi laid his head back and gritted his teeth, rubbing the palm of his hand down his face. “You suck this dick so good babygirl.”

Taking him in your mouth again, you slushed him around using the inside of your cheeks to squeeze him tightly pushing the sides of his pole against the wet cushion. The fruit candy you wrapped around him was dissolving more as you licked off layer after layer leaving only one band left to focus on. You took every bit of him that you could. The tip of his dick hitting against the back of your throat the lower you went. The sloppy, wet sounds filled your ears.

“Fuck…I’m gonna cum..” he roared. His breathy pants quickened. His moans picked up in frequency as your tongue flicked over his shaft relentlessly.

Mingi applied light pressure to the back of your head, and started grinding his hips into your throat from below, riding out the crescendo of his orgasm until he burst. His moan was thick and raspy, bordering on insanity as he came down your throat and onto your tongue. You winced at the impact of the clumpy, warm liquid sliding down your pipe, but took it all without hesitation.

With his head rested against the seat in a desperate attempt to catch his breath, he relinquished his hold on you. You sat up and coughed a little, swallowing the rest of his cum and wiping your mouth. You looked down to see your work and the candy had completely dissolved, but he was still rock hard.

Using what strength he had left, he wrapped a full arm around your body and pulled you up into his lap. “You had your way, now it’s my turn.”

You laughed a little, bringing your hand up to his head and gently caressing his hair. “You’re so needy, you know that?”

“Have you met you?” He teases. “I have to leave you with something to remember me.”

You both grinned at each other.

“Why would I ever forget you?” You kissed him softly, not as involved as before, but still showing your affection towards him.

Mingi caressed your thighs, working his hands up inside your skirt and snaking them down to your ass — grabbing a handful. He hooked his finger inside your panties and pulled them off to the side, wrapping his hand around his mass and positioning it at your entrance. Rubbing the tip of himself against your lips, you both moaned softly.

“Let me take care of you..” He mused, slowly sticking himself into your luxurious center. You lowered your hips down onto him, and settled yourself fully into his lap.

The feeling of him slipping inside of you again was euphoric in its own right. It was like a piece of you had been missing, but had finally reconnected with you. He holds on to your hips and slowly guides you up and down his shaft, letting you readjust to his size. Licking over his lips he stares at you with a look you hadn’t seen on him since that night three years ago. Your first night together. He looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. It shook you. You badly wanted to avert your gaze, but you just couldn’t look away. His eyes were so inviting, so honest, yet lustful and wanting. Lovingly. You could tell Mingi did not rush this moment and neither did you. You both cherished the time you spent together, and this was no different.

Your pleasured moans careened through the air beautifully, mingling with the smoke that drifted around the boxed-in backseat. You took him well, finding a steady bouncing pace that would get you both to your destination. Mingi held you against him, one hand holding your backside while the other moved into your hair whilst you grinded against him. Your hands were placed on the leather seats on either side of his head, your nails clawing at the fabric and helping you maintain your balance for a moment, before you lost strength in that effort— cupping his face into your palms once more.

It was the softest you had ever been in a moment like this. So sincere. You wanted nothing more from him but to just feel him ravaging every part of you with what time you had to left with each other. You rocked against him dutifully, your slick juices drowning his member and triggering the prettiest moans you had ever heard come from a man.

He stuffed you full of everything that he had to give, letting himself do a majority of the work while you rode him, meeting him half way until you met your end.

You both breathed heavily like you had just come from running a marathon. Nearing the tip of your long-awaited climax.

“Cum with me..” You beckoned, brushing the tip of your thumbs against his bottom lip.

“Fuuuuck- I’m cumming..” Mingi’s brow stitched at the words, pressing together the closer he got to bursting.

He started picking up his pace, fucking you like he had lost all of his remaining sense. You nodded your head, holding his face steady in your hands in attempts to soothe him. Your moans blended together in harmony and with a final blow, you held him close and released onto him as he did in you.

You both caught your breath. Fully emptying yourselves together, sticky with sweat and other fluids combined.

With a sharp breath, you collapsed into him, laying your head in the crook of his neck. You opened your mouth to speak—your words were shaky, but with a soft sigh you finally managed to collect the words.

“I missed you, Mingi.”

You could hear the smile forming in his voice as he replied. “I know.”

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[sillylittlestan]

Oh my bias? Guy Mingi

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Bad Liar

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Summary: You can try to hide it, but only for so long. 💋

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Straight up smut

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request. Please enjoy. 😊

“You’re late!”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You replied as you walked into the staff meeting with your head hung low. You were tired and stressed the fuck out, you didn’t sleep well last night and the culprit as to why was standing across the room.

The meeting ended and you were heading out the door, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You turned and looked Bang Chan in the face. You sighed and rolled your eyes as he smirked, following you out and into the hallway.

“I still don’t like you.” You stated right out.

“Right, keep telling yourself that.” He replied with his hands in his pocket’s looking down at you.

You huffed “Don’t you have practice-”

“I’m done with practice,” he cut you off.

“You’re not spending the night at my house.” You stated with a whisper so no one else could hear.

“You can’t stop me,” he whispered, “Y/B/N gave me the passcode and told me to come over and play whenever I had time.”

You swore calling your brother a little motherfucker before turning to walk away, “Quit looking at my ass.” You commented knowing he was looking.

You succeeded and disappearing from his sight, you could feel his eyes watching. You pulled out your phone sending your brother few choice words. Well, bitch, your brother came to the company a few weeks ago to give you something but he ended running into Bang Chan.

Let’s just say, your kid brother was excited as fuck to meet his idol and invited him over after telling him that you were his sister. Not knowing that you had unsolicited beef with Bang Chan. Imagine your surprise one late night when you stepped out of your bedroom, in your booty shorts, bra-less and in a thin crop top, to get a snack. And the first thing you run into is Bang Chan coming out of the bathroom. The hallway was dark, you’d walked right into him and he caught you……well he accidentally caught a handful of your ass. But nonetheless he caught you, keeping you from falling.

You swung and slapped him thinking it was an intruder because you could hear your brother talking loudly to the game in his room. So it couldn’t be him. Bang Chan let out an ouch and issued a low comment about you being soft but feisty. He knew it was you, and when he said what he said you knew it was him. You found the hallway light and turned it on, being met with the sight of Bang Chan looking you up and down while holding the cheek you just slapped.

“The fuck are you doing here?” You asked.

He was still eyeing you as he explained why and how, he even went so far as to tell you he’d been there multiple times and has caught glimpses of you walking around unaware of his presence. You called him a pervert and he scoffed with a smirk. And further explained that your kid brother told him to ignore you while at home because you always dressed like that and you were either always hiding in room unless it was food related or something serious.

Let’s just say, you burst into your brothers room dragging Bang Chan with you, by his shirt might I add. Your brother threw a pillow at you and said something about clothes when his friends were over. You were confused for a second and was later informed, after much going back and forth between you and your brother that other members hand been over. You instantly kicked Bang Chan out because of the shit eating grin on his face followed by random comments. But that didn’t help anything because now, you’d come home some days and see Bang Chan and/or other members on the couch in the living room watching tv, hanging out or playing video games with your brother.

You gave up on walking around damn near nude, because you never knew who you’d run into. The irony of all of this was that no one knew about the beef between you and Bang Chan. He himself didn’t know why you hated him so much, all he knew was one day, after practicing for hours. You looked at him and said “I don’t like you, I wanna fight, you get on my nerves.”

Confusion over his face as he asked why and your answer “because, I just do. With all due respect fuck you.”

He issued a freaky statement, that made you unconscious blush. Which for the most part didn’t help with shit. It was at that moment, he started doing little things to get your attention and to get on your nerves or he’d say something that would make your face flush crimson, resulting in you flipping him off while telling him he’s not funny or cute.

Your brother was unknowingly helping him achieve that. But that all changed a few nights ago, you came home drunk, Bang Chan was staying the night, it was very late. Your brother told him to stay the night saying you wouldn’t mind, since you knew how hard he worked.

You arrived home, not knowing this and since you were met with silence, you thought you were free to start stripping out of your clothes as you headed to your bedroom. Bang Chan was coming from the kitchen with a snack aiming to get some sleep, when you tossed your shirt down, pants and socks were long gone by now.

Bang Chan called your name with a mouth full of the snack cake he was eating, just as you took off your bra. You turned around and strolled up to him and grabbed his arm. He tried to shove you back but failed the moment you hugged him bra less and looked up at him. He was slightly turned on by this, but he knew you were tipsy and clearly in a in an ‘I don’t give a fuck type of mood.’

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He questioned trying to keep an unimpressed expression as he took the last bite of the snack cake.

“You,” you replied without a thought, “since I you’ve been coming over here, I can’t stroll around half naked at night. While he’s asleep, nor can I sleep properly knowing you are in here. This is your fault,” your arms made their way around his neck, “come on, I’m tired and your arms look cuddly as fuck.”

“Put on some clothes.” Bang Chan ordered swallowing the cake and raising an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes, “This is why I wanna fight you,” you commented, “stop looking at me like that.”

He gave you a very confused look, too busy tryna figure out what the fuck you meant. You dragged him to your room and plopped him down on your bed and laid down on him, after pecking his lips. The man was stunned, as you swung your legs around him.

“You are violating me right now Y/N.” He commented.

“You have a hard on,” you blunted out with your eyes closed, “so stop pretending you don’t want to squeeze my ass.”

“You’re a real-,”

You cut him off by placing one of his hands on your ass and shushing him. He grumbled out some words, confused on how to take all of it. But let’s just say, he did a few touches here and a caresses there which lead to Bang Chan spreading you like butter. Morning came and you were alone as you recalled everything you did that night. Mentally kicking your own ass for doing what you did, but the icing on the cake was the picture Bang Chan sent you. It was of you and him cuddled up after. Followed by a video of a make out session. When you finally saw him, screamed at him and tried to make him delete it, but he wasn’t budging.

That was two weeks ago, now whenever he saw you at the company, he’d give you a look and when you were home, he’d pull you into him, intimately and try to kiss you. Succeeding the majority of the time. You still swore up and down that you still didn’t like him.

Today was a rough one, avoiding Mr. Bang Chan was easier said than done. He was constantly teasing you and wherever you thought he wouldn’t be in a place he was there. Only making you think something was really wrong with him, you even slipped up and called him a perverted psycho in front of other staff. He played it off as a joke and they fell for it.

Leaving the company with a sigh, it was getting late you called your kid brother and asked him if he wanted something to eat, but he didn’t answer, meaning he was asleep. You reached into your bag for your headphones, wanting to listen to music on your way home and realized they weren’t there. You quickly recalling where you last used them, you spun on your heels and went back inside. It was quiet, everyone was at home, or so you thought.

You walked into the practice room to retrieve your goods and was meet with Bang Chan practicing the choreography for the next comeback. He instantly spotted you in the large mirror and stopped. He cut the music off and called out to you just as you reached the door to leave.

You turned around and looked at him with a small sigh, he gestured for you to come over to him and you just stared at him. He called your name again telling you to come over. You did, stopping a few feet away from him you asked what he wanted.

He abruptly hugged you, covering you in his sweat. You shrieked and started trying to fight your way out of his arms. After a bit of wrestling, he finally let you go.

“Ban-Christopher,” you cried out, “you fucking stink!”

“Now, you stink too,” he replied laughing at your expression, “I had to mark you before letting you leave.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You aspirated, “marking is fine but not that kind of marking.”

“What kind are you talking about then,” he questioned walking towards you, “this kind?” He grabbed you yet again and picked a spot on your neck and issuing a hickey.

You yelped and squirmed before letting out an unsolicited giggle, “stop Chris, that tickles. You pervert!”

He finally let you go and looked at his handy work with a smirk, “That color suits you love.”

“I’m not your love,” you pointed a finger at him as you rushed over to the giant mirror to assess the damages, “what is wrong you?!”

“I like it, so I marked it.” He shrugged

“I don’t like you.” You replied, you went to turn and look at him in the face. But the moment you did, he’d pinned you against the mirror.

“Y/N,” he started slowly as he began pecking your lips between words, “I’m frustrated.”

“I’m not…..” you trailed off at the end, feeling hot as usual whenever did this.

“Dance with me.” He offered.

“I can’t dance.” You responded, he gave you a look before burying his face in your neck, “you stink, but what’s really bothering you?” You asked as he took a few deep breath and let you go.

“Everything and nothing.” He replied with a sigh, he looked at you and smiled a little, “come on, I could teach you a few moves.”

“Ha, bullshit,” you scoffed, all the while you could see something was really bothering him and he wasn’t going to tell you. Even if you asked him persistently, “I’ll dance with you,” you started, “but only for a few minutes. Y/B/N is at home by himself,” you started walking towards him, “I don’t know if you noticed but he can’t be left alone for too long.”

Bang Chan let out a low laugh watching as you stood beside him, readying yourself in a dance position. He looked at you through the mirror and laughed at you, he immediately started correcting your posture. After which he taught you easy steps. It was all good until, he made a remark that made you flip him off and say you’re leaving. A game of chase took place, which lead to play fighting. Eventually, he caught you in a back hug and spun you around.

“Can you please release me,” you huffed out of breath, “you stink…..we stink.” You complained

He stopped, still holding you, swaying back and forth slowly, while he burrowed his face into your neck and took a few deep breaths. He was quiet, you started to wonder what was wrong. Than you recalled somethings that were said about him and the other members. You’d overheard them in passing, you blew it off earlier, but now you wish you hadn’t have.

“Stop being sappy,” you started, “you’re doing a wonderful job. If anyone says anything bad about you, send them to me. I’m the only one who can diss your existence.”

He scoffed but said nothing, “Bang Chan,” you started again, “I can tolerate this for only so long.” You started to squirm again earning a laugh from him.

“What are you a worm?” Bang Chan asked letting you go finally.

“Hey, you’re the one with the big forehead.” You pointed.

He smacked his lips and chased you a little, he caught you again. This time, he back you up against the wall. You rolled your eyes as you looked up at him. He cupped your face with both hands and kissed you. Gently and earnestly, might I add. Your hands founds his hands after a few moments and pulled away.

Bang Chan rested his sweaty forehead against yours, “I still don’t like you.” You remarked out of breath.

“I don’t care,” he replied without a thought, “you’re actions say otherwise.” He kissed you again more eager this time.

“You make me sick.” You commented, feeling your face grow hotter and hotter.

“You’re such a bad liar,” he stated lifting you up by both your legs and holding you up by your thighs,“I know you want me to fuck you again.”

“Ha,” you scoffed between kisses, “as if, in your dreams.”

“You little liar,” Bang Chan smirked, “you want to be my fucked out slut. That’s why you hate me. You fucking brat.”

“Is that so,” you scoffed, throwing your head back and letting him eat at your neck, “I feel you through your sweats.”

“Good, sweetheart, ” Bang Chan let you down and grabbed your hand, he quickly began pulling you with him out of the practice room, “let’s go somewhere with more privacy.”

Neither of you said a word as he dragged you to his studio. Where he tossed you on the small couch and locked the door. And it didn’t take long for you both to get down to nothing but your underwear. It was hot so quickly that neither of you cared to breath as you kissed each other and felt up each others flames.

It was Bang Chan who pulled away finally, he freed his hard cock as he kissed your neck, he muttered a soft fuck as he pushed your panties to the side and began rubbing your clit.

“Damn,” he mumbled, “you’re so wet.”

He couldn’t take it anymore and began rubbing his cock against your folds before entering you slowly, causing a low whimper to escape your lips. Bang Chan took one of your breast into his mouth as he started to thrust into you deep and slow. Rocking your body at an even motion as he held you by your waist to keep you from moving away from. Because with each deep thrust, you clenched around him, driving him mad.

“I love that face,” he remarked after he pulled away, “bite your lip for me.”

You did as told rolling your eyes and he speed up a little, still going deep and hard. Your head fell backwards when he began rubbing your clit again as he fucked you.

“Fuck you...” you whimpered out softly, fondling your breast as you looked up at him.

Bang Chan scoffed and pulled you closer, holding you chest to chest. He looked you in your eyes and smirked inches away from your face, “Open,” he ordered. You shook your head no, biting your lip, like the defiant and disrespectful brat that you are.

His thrusted into deep and harsh, making you gasp as your stomach clinched due to the sudden movement. Opening your mouth to him, now, he gripped your chin and began kissing you harshly. All the while fucking you harder, making your legs tremble and your walls clench.

He abruptly pulled out causing a whimper to escape your lips, you were almost there. And now you were frustrated by his absolute denial to allow you to cum. Aiming to do it yourself, distracted now completely as you began rubbing your own clit.

The moment you threw your head back as you pleased yourself. You felt his hands stop you, he held both your hands together with one of his hands. He scoffed at the state you were in, the needy, slutty look in your eyes made him smirk.

“I don’t remember saying you could finish, love” he stated. You looked at him through pleading eyes, and noticed him holding his phone.

“I’m not your love, you fuc-,” You started but stopped with a whimper as Bang Chan had again buried his hard cock into your tight folds. hands free this time.

“What were you saying,” he taunted as he began fucking you painstakingly slow. You whimpered out a soft, please. Earning a scoff from him, “look at the camera,” he ordered you going deep and watching as your breath hitched when he hit the right spot.

“Please,” you moaned out, with a shaky breath, “fuck me, you’re so thick.” You pleaded.

“Why,” he asked sadistically mocking you as he keep thrusting into you slow, “if I let you cum will you stop being a brat love?”

Tears began to fall as you issued a “fuck you,” through your soft moans.

Bad move because he pounded into you a few times making you yelp and quiver with pleasure from the sudden movement, “Tell, the truth,” he ordered calmly fucking into you slow and deep again, “what’s your issue, you want me don’t you?”

“Mmh,” you began to form words through your soft moans, “mmh, yes..Mmh, fuck.” You answered honestly sounding out of breath.

“Then be my bratty little slut.” He bargained a sadistic smirk on his face.

“No,” you let out, throwing your head back, “I’m no one’s slut.”

“Lying bitch,” he scoffed out, “I know you love taking my cock.”

“Fuck you,” you replied, “you started this,” you began spilling your guts as to why you had beef with him in the first place. Something about him gave you dom aura and you weren’t fucking with it. Amused now, he raised an eyebrow at you and slammed into you causing your body to tremble.

He stayed there buried inside of your soaking wet folds looking down at you with a daring smirk. You moaned as you began rolling your hips against him, you watched as his jaw clenched. You threw your head back thinking you were winning, until he slammed into again causing a cry to leave your lips.

“Y/N,” he began in a low tone, “look at the camera,” he ordered one last time, knowing you had folded by the way you went limp as your body shivered. You’d stopped putting up a fight, you did as told through teary eyes, “what are you?” He quizzed.

“You’re little bratty slut.” You answered wanting nothing more than to cum

“Do it properly.” He ordered grinding into you, adding pressure and causing your breath to hitch and your chest to rise and fall rapidly as your legs began to try and close up, “open your legs and do say it properly.” He reiterated grinding into you again.

“I’m Bang Chan’s little slut,” you whimpered out, he gave you a look and you continued, “I’m his- Christopher’s brat.”

“You made that so hard love,” he pulled out and slammed into you again.

“Fuck you,” you moaned, “this is why I hate you.”

“No, darling,” he scoffed as he finally let go of your hands, “you hate me because you’re a very bad fucking brat. Like a smart brat, you knew that I could put you in your place, now be a good girl,” he gripped your chin, and kissed you, making sure to get it on camera before cutting it off and tossing it to side.

“What are you going to do with that?” You asked wearily as his hand found your waist as he kissed at your neck again.

“It’s evidence, for my eyes only,” he spoke while he began thrusting into you at an even pace, “now, be a good slut,” he growled, “shut up and take my cock.”

You wanted to protest but you couldn’t get a word out as he fucked you deeper and rubbed your clit in rhythm to his thrust. Your walls soon began to clench and your legs began to shake as bliss washed over you. Bang Chan stopped, he kissed and ate at your neck and lips until you were done creaming all over him.

He’d become gentle again, as he started back fucking you. In no time, his hands found your thighs, where his grip tightened and the veins in his hands became more prominent. He held your legs wide open by your knees and began pounding away. Causing your body to jump with every thrust, you began to rub circles on you clit, and just as you felt yourself creaming for a second time.

Bang Chan slammed into you harshly a few times as he began to cum. He low grunt emitted from his throat, and his hips bucked as he filled up you. Draining his cock of every drop, he cupped your face, kissing and caressing you until both of you were done and fucked out. He pulled out after a few moments, and looked down at his handy work with a breathy smirk.

He buried his face in you neck and began laying marks in strategic places. Earning a huff from you as your body reacted to his touch. He won and you couldn’t fight it, he called you out on the red carpet. Fuck, well, that’s one way to squash a unsolicited beef……

A few months later, you were rushing about your day as normal. On the phone running errands, when you breezed past the practice room. Bang Chan spotted you, they were taking a break after being at it all morning.

You guys hadn’t seen each other today and had only spoken to each other over texts. So that being said, when he spotted you with your hair pulled into a low bun, wearing black jeans and a white crop top, he almost choked. Not because of what you were wearing, you looked hot, but because the large hickies he laid on your neck, waist and side a few nights before were still visible.

He swore inwardly for not thinking it through, thinking you wouldn’t wear something like that. Knowing he painted you and covered you in strategic spots. But of course you would, it was humid and you were busy.

Alas he watched as you were stopped and told to go grab the food delivery and bring it to the practice room for the members to eat. Bang Chan waited for you to appear again, and the moment you did, he coolly called your name as you set the bags of food down on the table in the corner of the room.

You looked up at him confused along with all the other members because the moment he reached you, he’d began putting one of his large shirts on you.

“What are you doing?” You asked him confusion lacing your voice.

“I don’t know, I should asking you the same thing,” He asked you, you furrowed your eyebrows, “love,” he started again, “you’re very polka dotted today.”

“First of all, I told you, don’t call me love,” you huffed, “and I don’t want to wear your shirt, it’s sweaty.”

“Little brat,” he began again lowly, stopping your from taking it off “you’re wearing it, don’t make me repeat myself, my marks are all over you. I’d love to show them off but now isn’t the time.”

You scoffed and took a step back, about to make a smart remark, but the look in his eyes told you otherwise. So instead, you rolled your eyes and earned a “What was that love?” From Bang Chan. Dropping your head, you looked down at the massive shirt that basically swallowed you whole and said nothing.

“I thought so.” He said watching your expression as you looked up at him in complete disbelief. Your phone began buzzing, you picked it up and answered it, as the person on the line gave you instructions on what was next on the list of things to do. You left as giving Bang Chan the middle finger, but not daring to take his shirt off.

Later that night, you were making your final rounds, making sure they didn’t need anything before you left. Alas you came upon the practice room again, you asked the question and got a no from everyone. Sighing to yourself, you took a step to leave but stopped. Bang Chan was standing in the doorway.

“What happened to my shirt?” He asked in an aspirated tone.

“I took it off….” You trailed off, “because I didn’t want to stain it…..” you added, trailing off again at the end.

“You’re a very bad liar.” He stated with a blank face as he lifted up the shirt he held in his hands, your face flushed, “whose sweatshirt is that?”

“Mine,” you started, “fine,” you finally admitted after glancing at him, “I stole it from Felix.”

“Do you like him,” He started, “do you like him more than me?” He added with a frown.

“No, I would never,” you admitted, “it just looked comfortable.”

“What did I do?” Felix asked making his presence known, “Y/N, I’ve been looking for that all day.” He pointed at you.

“Why do you look so upset,” Changbin asked Bang Chan, who facepalmed himself and huffed.

“Wait,” Han pointed between the two of you, he connected the dots and let out a loud gasp, “no way! With her? I thought she hated you!?”

“I knew it was going to happen eventually.” Hyunjin scoffed with a smirk.

“See this is why I didn’t want to wear your damn clothes.” You sighed at Bang Chan.

“Babe,” Bang Chan tried, “I talk about you all the time. They were going to find out anyway.”

“We can put a face to a name now,” Changbin commented, “I was wondering why all of a sudden he was hanging at your place more often.”

“Not to mention the eyes he gives you sometimes.” Felix added with a small shudder, “good job me for letting my clothes go missing…..well not like that….but you get the idea.”

“I’m going home.” You you stated, “I’ve heard enough.”

“Wait, babe, give him back his sweatshirt,” Bang Chan pointed out as he began taking the shirt off of you, “you can have one of mines.”

“I don’t want it.” You folded your arms.

“Liar,” he called you out, “you’ve got one hidden under your pillow for when you miss me.”

An eruption of laughter filled the room at your expense. You facepalmed yourself and sighed from embarrassment as the teasing began. You dismissed yourself quickly but not before your man’s a hug. He himself felt bashful for his actions and tried to stay cool. But failed, earning more teasing from the others.

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the less they know | j.w

summary : You were always the kind of person to stay focused. You were determined to prove yourself in this new job and never let anything deter you from your path, that was … until you met Jung Wooyoung.

pairings: wooyoung x blk!femreader

tags: light fluff , angst, SMUT WARNING, foreplay, unprotected sex, vulgar language, creampie, MINORS DNI ♡

word count: 7.2K

Since you were a little girl, you were always interested in the fashion scene. Your grandmother would frequently watch fashion shows, whether on television or in person. Even designing clothes of her own. In fact, she was the one who taught you how to use a needle and thread in the first place.Thanks to her, your addiction to the art grew over the years, which led you to the heart of Seoul, South Korea for the Summer International Fashion Seminar. A home for artists, like yourself, who wished to put their works in the public eye. All of your accomplishments in your youth, made you the first Black woman and fashion creator to have ever made it to the Korean Division. Whether your luck went any further after this point, the feature itself was impressive.You worked your ass off every day to prove to everybody and to yourself, that you deserved everything you earned.

That was only the good part of it though.

Your nervousness was starting to overcome you little by little. This was your sixth interview this year with a company in South Korea and you were sure that it could possibly be your last if this didn’t go well. You had a dream of designing that you wanted to follow, and your parents sent you off on that quest in support of your journey, but for months you had nothing to show for it but half truths. Your mother would call and ask how work was going at your new job, and you would lie and say “Great!” almost half heartedly every time. You weren’t necessarily lying that you were working, which you had been — creating new pieces for yourself as well as filling your sketchbook with new designs for the future. Despite your lengthy background, despite your qualifications nothing ever worked out.

So, this company was your final hope or you would be leaving Korea for good.

Your leg shook violently in the chair as you stared forward at the empty seat behind the Director’s desk. Scanning over the structure, pictures of family and other knick knacks lined the wooden surface, making it known that it was clearly a space that was lived in and lively, which was not customary of most offices.

The other company buildings you visited were grand and uniform in design and color, but this one — still holding on to extravagance— had murals, pictures of staff, and plaques commemorating important figures. From what you could tell this was almost like a familial space, everyone had a bond with one another here. It was sweet to see, but it only made you realize just how alone you had been in Korea all this time.

You were pulled from your thoughts just as you heard the doorknob to the office click. You immediately stood to your feet as a woman stepped through the door, seemingly shocked by your presence. You greeted her with a polite bow and she returned the gesture.

“I apologize if I kept you waiting. I had to make some rounds throughout the department and lost track of time. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Director Yoo.” She said kindly, stepping around you to get to her seat. “Please, please sit.”

You retook your spot in the chair and re-adjusted so that you presented yourself well. You were perfectly dressed for the occasion, wearing a hand-crafted black plaid blazer that fit well against your frame; matching with a skirt and a nude turtle neck. It was formal, but also fashionable and eye-catching as well.

“Director Yoo. I appreciate you choosing to discuss this opportunity with me. I was happy to hear back from you.” You started, sweetly smiling at the woman.

“I must say, I was quite shocked to hear that you chose to apply here. What made you choose us?” She asked bluntly.

“Well, I have been in Korea for some time now and being in a foreign country you tend to do a lot of research on the things that are around you. Your company landed on my radar. So, the more I found out about you and the groups you have here it was an obvious choice.” You tried to explain with as much happiness as you could muster, hoping that it would hide your fear.

“I see..” Director Yoo spoke flatly. “I hope you don’t take this wrongly, but we.. don’t usually tend to higher foreign residents.”

You flet a cold shiver run across your body. Swallowing your saliva, and clearing your throat, you righted yourself to speak again. “Of course..”

“I’m well aware of the work that you have done. You’re extremely talented, however, it is only your Nationality that is an obstacle.”

“Director, if I may?”

She motioned for you to go on and leaned back in her chair, the leather stretching against the pressure.

“I’ve been into fashion my entire life. It’s who I am. And it’s everything that I have ever wanted to do. I applied at your company because I know that I’m good at what I do. Really good. I’m more than qualified. I understand that you take care of yours at home, and I respect that, but if you give me a chance, You’ll see that I’m trying to do the same. And I will work diligently to prove that hiring me erases all other obstacles for you in the future.”

Director Yoo stared at you as you spoke, intently taking in every word you said to her. It felt like your life was being analyzed in a weird way, and it made you nervous. As if you were being graded somehow without her ever seeing your work.

Suddenly, she sat up in her chair and rolled closer to her desk, clasping her hands together before letting out a soft sigh.

“We run a tight ship here. We work for the artists, and it's my job that I have the best of the best working on my team. They’re idols so their image is everything. Their image is our image. And we have to take care of that diligently or else we’ll be out of a job. Everything we do has to be quick and efficient. When I ask for you, you’re there. No If’s, Ands, or Buts. No distractions. Can you handle that?”

This woman was intense. That soft and sweet demeanor you thought she possessed was then replaced with business motive. She didn’t play around when it came to work, but you expected no less from the Head of the Fashion Department. You nodded your head quickly, accepting her challenge without fear.

“I’ll do more than my best.”

Standing from her seat, she walked to the other side of the desk where you sat and extended her hand. “Then welcome to the KQ family.”

You suddenly felt lighter as she said those words to you. Your shoulders affixing themselves to the light and feathery feeling now bestowed upon you. The opportunity to break down crying in front of her presented itself to you many times as you bowed to her with gratitude, but you maintained what resilience you had left. “I won’t let you down ma’am.”

“Good. We’ll finish the rest of the paperwork later. I would show you around myself, but we’re trying to finish prep for their comeback and we need all the hands we can get-“

“I can help!” You chimed.

The Director appeared confused at your eagerness and looked as if she was ready to shoot down your proposal, which made you feel guilty for speaking up in the first place, but she smiled and pulled open the door to the office.

“Let’s put you to work then.”

Following the Director through the KQ building, the two of you spoke in length about the expectations for this comeback as well as their concept. You didn’t know that much about Idol schedules, but from what you were being told, you definitely had your work cut out for you, and it excited you nonetheless. Taking the elevator up to the third floor, you were introduced to the calm chaos of the Art Department.

Racks of concealed clothing were parked outside in the halls or being loaded up by other employees, followed by them writing something on the labels in Korean. Some of them bowed at the presence of the Director, and looked confused at you but still greeted you warmly anyway before running past you to their next destination.

“We’re usually a little more organized than this, but it’s a little hectic today since we only have three weeks before the music shows. We were down a stylist so we are missing the finished pieces for one of their music show appearances. That is of the utmost importance and where you come in.” Director Yoo motioned you into one of the empty work spaces.

When you stepped inside it appeared like a dressing room combined with a waiting room with a vanity and a long body mirror, a couch and two side seats accompanied with a wall-mounted television and coffee table. In the corner was a rack of strewn about clothing and a desk with a large sewing machine and measurement map.

You took in the comfortable feel of the room , making note of everything at your disposal.

“Since it’s your first day, I won’t overwhelm you, but I want you to get used to things. The stylist left all of the equipment so use what you need. You’ll be working with Wooyoung today— he should be here in a moment. So take care of them. Any questions?”

“No- well, yes. One. I have complete creative control??”

“Anyone else's opinions would just slow you down in the moment. Just show us what you got and we’ll go from there. Good luck. No distractions!” The Director swiftly exited the room just as soon as she entered, leaving you standing in the center of the room with no idea where to begin.

It felt like you had been thrown in the heat of battle without a weapon, but if you didn’t find something quick, you were sure to be killed.

You placed your belongings on the couch, all except your sketchpad. Knowing what ATEEZ’s concept was, you tried to brainstorm something fast. From the research you had done on the group, you were privy to their style already, which gave you something to go off of. Since you of all people had the knowledge of what was hip, your pen started moving across the pad without hesitation.

“Excuse me?”

In the middle of you sketching, you heard a soft voice from the direction of the entrance. You quickly shot your head up from your paper and turned around to see—as unprofessional as it was to say— the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on. You knew you shouldn’t stare, but it was almost impossible as he gazed upon you. His skin was a gorgeous light honey color. His jawline was chiseled to an inhuman perfection, accompanying his sharp nose and plump lips. He looked like trouble incarnate with long dark hair, but his brown eyes were so kind, you felt like they would suck you in within a matter of minutes if he stared at you any longer.

Shaking yourself free from your trance, softly patting your cheek as a nonverbal “pull yourself together”. You gave him a soft smile before bowing to him.

“I.. Hi. Hello. Sorry about that. I might have zoned out a little bit.” You chuckled nervously.

To your surprise, he laughed softly as he entered the room. “I noticed. You were staring at me for a while and didn’t speak. I thought I broke you for a second.”

That’s because you did.

But you didn’t say that out loud. “And you must be Wooyoung.”

“Gosh, what gave it away?” A sarcastic tone lining his words as he pulled his hair back behind his ears.

“The Director told me a loooooot about you.”

Wooyoung scoffed. “Waah. I don’t know if that’s a hidden compliment or an insult.”

“A compliment.” The two of you laughed for a moment.

“If I would have known I would be working with you, I would have prepared some compliments of my own.”

You grinned. “Well there’s still time for that.”

“You’re very pretty- I mean your outfit is. Pretty.” He stammered over his words, but tried to save himself and you laughed.

“Thank you. I made it myself. Which is exactly, what I’m going to do for you as your new stylist, so why don’t we get started?”

Throughout the rest of your session together, the conversation would flow as easy as it ever had with anybody else. While you dressed him like your personal doll, making him try on outfit after outfit in order to see your vision, he would hammer you with questions. Spilling jokes that would send you into laughing fits that had no return. It was non-stop. You don’t think you ever had this much conversation with someone since you came to Korea, but it felt nice. Being around him felt nice. Oddly, it was as if you were friends for a while instead of people who just met. It was so easy to talk to him, considering that he was an idol as well as a stranger to you. You would have thought he was snobbish in every way possible, but he just felt like a friend.

You had taken all of Wooyoung’s measurements and dimensions and finished up a good enough sketch that gave you an idea of how you wanted to style him, and he sat there with you and explained what kind of vibe he wanted to go for. You took all that information and drew it within minutes. It was complex, but doable. Portions of the design would have to be hand stitched, but that didn’t stop you.

“Alright, done!” You exclaimed proudly, flipping the sketchpad around to show him. “What do you think?”

Wooyoung kept his eyes on you the entire time, his fist resting on his cheek as he smiled. “Beautiful..”

You looked to him happily at the sound of his words and were met with those bright brown eyes flushing over every portion of your face. You thought he was referring to the drawing, but he was staring at you. Did he mishear you perhaps?

Your heartbeat was starting to pick up rapidly to the point you could hear it in your ears. You just met him mere hours ago, how was it that he managed to get you flustered so easily?

Laughing lightly to yourself with the hopes of trying to play it off as a joke, you set the sketch pad down and started gathering your belongings. “ I see why the girls love you, Jung Wooyoung.”

“Why’s that?”

“You're a flirt.”

“Here and there.” Wooyoung leaned back in his chair, working the corner of his lips up into a sly smirk while his head tilted slightly upwards. “But..I only flirt with the people I want.”

You believed that you had choked on air at that moment with your lungs seemingly collapsing in on themselves. From what you had learned about him since your conversation began, was that he was very up front with how he feels. He was one of the blunt ones in the group, but there was nothing that could have prepared you for that. A part of you wanted to believe that he was messing around, however the look in his eye was saying otherwise. He was staring at you like you were the only meal on the menu– his glare alone was a danger to you and you desperately needed to separate yourself from it.

Maybe all idols were like this with the new girls or the women that worked with them . Him flirting with you didn’t mean anything and even if it did, it didn't matter. He was an Idol and you were an employee with everything to lose. It wasn't like you could give into his advances anyway, if the two of you were even caught stealing sideways glances at one another, or touching each other in any way that was not becoming of an idol and staff relationship, it would be a disaster waiting to happen.

After months of agony you had finally managed to secure the job that you had been looking for to jumpstart your career, and nothing could get in the way of that. And a workplace affair was not on your bucket list of plans for your future.

“Boy, you play too much.” You played off Wooyoung’s statement once again, pushing the thoughts of his flirtatious notions to the back of your head.

No matter how unnervingly attractive he was. There could be no distractions. Not one. Not even him.

“Hey you two. We’re wrapping up for the day. Everything good here?” The Director’s voice came crashing into the room from the doorway, and you felt your heart lighten.

Saved by the bell. Thank god.

“Yeah! All done.” Quickly scrambling to your feet, you tossed your bag over your shoulder and fixed yourself accordingly. “I’m putting the pieces together tomorrow.”

“Perfect. You’re a lifesaver. Wooyoung. Hongjoong and your manager are looking for you, it's best you start heading out too.”

“Thank you, Director.” Wooyoung said, nodding his head in acknowledgment of the woman’s position and authority just before she walked away, leaving the two of you alone again.

You took the opportunity to try and weasel between the awkwardness brewing in the air, but you felt a light tug on your arm pulling you back. Your eyes landed upon Wooyoung who had your hand clasped in his. As strong as his physique was, the hold he had on you was gentle. The way the pad of his thumb brushed across your smooth brown skin sent goosebumps up your arm.

“W-Wooyoung?” You stammered, searching his face for some kind of reasoning behind his sudden actions. “What is it?”

And like he had just stepped out of a romantic movie from the 90’s, he brought the back of your hand up to his lips and softly planted a kiss in the center. The gesture set your entire body on fire. All of the gears in your brain halted for a moment, scraping roughly against the other as none of what you were experiencing made a single lick of sense. Not that you had the energy or time to make sense of it in the first place, but all you knew was that this shouldn’t happen. Right?

Wooyoung flickered his soulful gaze upon you once more. “Have a good night. I liked spending time with you today.”

Not knowing what else to say to him, you mustered up a smile through your obvious confusion and relative anxiety and bowed to him politely before pulling your hand out of his.

“Goodnight, Wooyoung.”

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When you arrived at your apartment, you collapsed in your bed almost instantly after finishing your nightly routine—plopping face down into your linens. The emotional weight of the day had completely tired you out, and you wanted nothing more but to sleep now. Letting out a thunderous, muffled groan into your bed sheets, you flipped your position to stare up at the ceiling.

Out of everything you had experienced today, only one thing— one person— was on your mind.

Jung Wooyoung.

And not the one thing that mattered which was keeping your job.

He kissed your hand. He flirted with you.

How could he be so careless to do something like that in public?

But he was so sweet. Gentle. Kind. Even staring up at the tall ceiling above you, you could perfectly trace out his smile with your eyes. The tender look he gave you when he called you “beautiful”. The spot on the back of your hand still tickled with the kiss he left behind, and you ran your fingers across it softly. His laugh made you weak in the knees and you could listen to it every day if you could. It made you laugh even thinking about it.

The words he said to you before you parted ways played on loop in the back of your head. You pondered for a moment if he was actually serious about them, but wiped the thought from your mind entirely.

You did not have the luxury for fantasies and what ifs. You had a job to do. The lives the two of you led were too different, continuing like this with one another would be dangerous. He was an idol. You only worked with him and nothing more. You could not allow yourself to be distracted by him any longer.

You had to come into work tomorrow focused.

And you did just that.

The next day, you came to KQ Entertainment a bit later than the other staff members at the request of the Director. You were more dressed down than yesterday now that you felt a little more comfortable. You wore a long sleeve, green, textured halter top with blue washed jeans that hugged against your waist, with green, suede sneakers you had made yourself. Your thick, kinky hair pulled into an up-do with wild strands falling across your forehead. Your makeup was done lightly, mostly highlighting your key features like your eyes, cheeks, and lips.

You greeted some of your co-workers as you passed them by in the hall towards your new office space. Flicking on the light in the still and empty space, you threw down your bag and immediately positioned yourself at the back of the room where you rummaged through the leftover clothing. Pulling a few pieces from the rack you folded them over your arm and turned towards the desk where you noticed something there that had not been there before.

Laying the clothes down on the table to get a better look, there had been a small rectangular box filled with the delicacies of Korean culture that you had grown to know over the half a year that you had been here, companioned with a beverage and a note that was written in the language left on top of it. Pulling the paper off, you put your months of studying to work and read the note.

You look even prettier with a smile on your face

so i hope this brings you one today, while i'm away

- Woo Young

So much for no distractions. You had just managed to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and insisted that you would not think about him again, just for him to go and do something like this.

You wanted to be angry , however you couldn’t help but smile.

“Ahh… Jung Wooyoung. You will be the death of me.” You ran your finger over the note and your heart fluttered.

You had never had anyone show you such kindness before. Regardless of his intentions, the gesture was sweet and you were grateful. Knowing that he was on schedule today saddened you a bit, but you had work to finish and now was the time to do it. Setting the lunch box he had gifted you to the side, you set your desk up with all of the equipment you needed and got to work.

Music played at a medium volume from the television across the room, giving you some kind of sound to work with as you attempted to create Wooyoung a dynamic look for his stage using the information you gathered from him yesterday. The sewing machine whirred as you raced against time, feeding it with a bright color that you imprinted onto the dark gray shirt you had found, which had taken a few hours at least to replicate it front and back.

Once it looked as good as you wanted it to, you cut the sleeves off of it, dipping down into the sides of the shirt so that the holes could give him some mobility while he was dancing. You would clean everything else up later, but your vision was coming to fruition. You continued on like this well into the late evening, and soon realized after almost pricking your finger with a needle, that you had not eaten a thing. Completely forgetting the meal that Wooyoung had left you hours before. You stood and admired your work, wiping the sweat off of your brow and nodded feeling accomplished with what you had gotten done.

Grabbing the box from the side table, you stepped out of the room and walked down the hall towards the break room that had a kitchen inside of it. There were a few lingering employees there, but it was mainly empty, not that it mattered to you. You stepped over to the microwave and heated your lunch before returning back to your work room, and to your surprise you found someone else there waiting for you.

You stopped in your tracks and peeked to the side to get a better look at them, but he did you the favor of turning around to greet you.

“Wooyoung? When did you-“

“I just popped in. Schedule ran a little longer than usual, but I wanted to check in on you. Something told me, you would try to work into the night if no one stopped you.” Wooyoung explained, looking you up and down from head to toe. “I see I was right.”

You snickered to yourself, walking back over towards your desk where you had been working. “Well, I have a job to do, fortunately enough for you. Somebody has to keep up with your image.”

“Sometimes work can wait. Look at you, you’re just now eating something and it’s almost eight o’clock.” He sounded as if he was almost scolding you, but more out of concern than anything.

You took the chopsticks apart that came with the meal, pulling open the plastic covering as your nose was hit with the most delicious aroma. “At least I’m eating now right?”

Wooyoung cursed under his breath and shook his head, “You’re really stubborn, you know that?”

You took a few bites of your food before setting the box to the side begrudgingly with a sharp sigh.

And for some reason, you snapped suddenly. “We only met yesterday and all of a sudden you think you know me?”

Wooyoung seemed taken aback by the tone in your voice, but for some reason you could not hide your growing frustration. “Well, I’d like to. But you won’t let me.”

“There’s a reason for that.”

“Why?” He asked sternly, furrowing his brows at you.

You laughed in disbelief . “Are you seriously asking right now? You’re an idol, Wooyoung. I work for you. I shouldn’t have even let you know as much as I have told you anyway..”

“If I cared about any of that shit, I wouldn’t have come here at all. I wouldn’t have asked you a single thing about your life. I meant what I said to you yesterday-“

“Jesus Christ..” You stood to your feet, completely thrown at his lack of understanding of your current predicament. “You don’t get it.”

“What??”

“This is so unserious. I am not having this conversation with you, Wooyoung! I have work to do.”

“Does anything else ever matter to you other than work?” Wooyoung retorted, standing to his feet now.

You quickly moved over towards the door and shut it. “Look, I don’t know what image of me that you have carved in your mind in the last twenty four hours, but you do not know me. I don’t know you outside of work alone. I can’t even believe that half of what you said yesterday was the truth or how many times you have said it to every other girl that works here with you.”

Wooyoung stepped closer to you, an uncontrolled fire burning deep inside of his gaze. You felt like you were shrinking in his presence alone the closer he got to you. Your eyes darted across his face, terrified of what his rebuttal to you would be.

“Ever since I saw you yesterday, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you for a second. I asked you every question under the sun just because I liked the way you spoke to me. I told you the dumbest jokes just to hear you laugh because your smile made me smile.”

“Wooyoung-“ You tried to stop him, but he continued speaking and moving towards you.

“I wanted you the moment you looked back at me. When you left me last night, all I did was think about you. Today, I couldn’t think straight without seeing your face. You have been the only thing on my mind from the moment we met. Time means nothing to me.”

Wooyoung was towering over you now. Your back was pressed against the curtains on the door’s window leaving almost no room between you and him. You hung onto every word he spoke like it was his last. They were tied together so beautifully that it was almost hard to refute them. You wanted to believe them, but none of his words changed your reality: the two of you couldn’t be together. You swallowed thickly, licking over your lips to soothe the dryness lingering there.

“This can’t happen, Wooyoung. We could lose everything if someone found out that the mere possibility of us existed. One scandal could ruin your career. My career.”

You were almost pleading with him at this point, you had worked so hard for this life only to have it threatened by the possibility of a prohibited moment of weakness. However, you could not deny that you did feel something for him, though it did not yet have a name. Maybe it was because you were lonely all this time and just needed someone to make you feel good, or maybe you were just desperate for attention but were lying to yourself to make you feel better. You weren’t sure.

But you felt something, you just couldn’t say the words.

“So they won’t know. They won’t have to.” His voice had lowered into a sweet whisper now that caressed your ears like a tender melody. Wooyoung pulled his tongue over his lips, flicking his gaze between your dark brown pools and your glossed pair. He placed a finger underneath your chin and tilted your head up to face him. “But if you tell me, right now, that you feel nothing for me…I’ll walk away.”

“I..” You desperately wanted to say the words. In fact you were trying to force them to come out, but your tongue could not forge the sentence in time. Your eyes, instead, we’re carving out the line in his lips and how much softer they looked up close.

You felt like your heart was going to pound out of your chest. The pressure of the moment building and building so fast that you couldn’t keep up.

Just say it.

“Nobody would know, right?” You exasperated.

Wooyoung nodded his head. “No one.”

As soon as he gave you the confirmation you needed, you pulled him in closer by the nape of his neck. Your lips crashing hungrily against the others like you had been waiting for this moment your entire lives. Your hand brushed through his dark tresses, gripping onto them as the kiss intensified. Your bodies pressed firmly against the other with no promise of letting go. You could taste his cool breath swirling in your mouth as his tongue pressed between your parted lips and claimed entry.

His strong hands found purchase on the back of your thighs after sliding over every curve in your frame. He pulled you up in the air, you instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist as he moved you over to a new— more comfortable location. To where, you had no idea nor did it matter to you where he chose. In the matter of seconds, you found yourself placed on a high platform of some sorts, completely stable against it and him. The cool surface he had you against being a dead giveaway that he had you against the vanity with him trapped right between your legs. The next thing you know you were tearing off his clothes. Removing the distressed denim jacket he had on and tossing it to the side, along with the dark graphic tee he donned as well. Each article of clothing hitting the ground with a thud somewhere. With his upper attire now removed, you could fully admire the true beauty of his skin tone — the way it shined in the light and melded beautifully against your own as you caressed his shoulders and chest. Meanwhile, Wooyoung started going for the buttons on your jeans, undoing the fastenings prior to tugging them off of your waist and letting them fall onto the floor, kicking them off to the side in one push.

Hands falling down the ripples of his abs and down to his dark colored sweats, you hooked your fingers inside of them and started to pull them downwards and Wooyoung assisted you, leaving him in only his briefs that showed the massiveness of his growing bulge.

“I want you..” You moaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss to speak, which Wooyoung took as an opportunity to dress your skin with his lips. Canvassing your cheeks and your neck with ticklish, pillowy love notes that made you smile.

“Tell me what you want baby hmm?” He cooed sensually, pulling back for a moment to look at you, taking note of your desperate and needy tone with a devilish grin. His hands ran up your thick thighs, feeling the warmth growing between them. His fingers lightly brushed against your lips, pressing into the fabric with his middle finger just to feel how wet you were. “You want to feel me like this?”

You groaned in response to his touch, biting down on your plump bottom lip as you watched him explore you. Wooyoung was enthused by your reaction, but even more so at the slickness he felt in your panties alone. You hastily nodded in response to his question.

“Fuck, you’re already dripping and I barely touched you yet.” Wooyoung brought the tips of his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them, which turned you on even more.

He kept his eyes on you the entire time he tasted you, taking those same two fingers and dipping them back into your crevasse, pulling your panties to the side while using his other free hand to hook one of your legs around him while the other remained spread, giving him a clear view of your pussy. Using the pads of his fingers he circled your clit, soaking the duo with your juices as you moaned out for him, slowly writhing in place.

You threw your head back from the sheer ecstasy and cried out at the ceiling above. “Ooh shit-“

“Look at me.” He commanded, bringing your focus back to him once more. “I want to see how pretty you look when you cum on my fingers.”

Wooyoung planted a soft kiss against your cheek just as he inserted his two digits inside of you, pushing past your slick walls and beginning to pump his wrist inside of you, picking up that speed and translating all the power into his forearm and then his entire arm. The room was filled with the harmonious sounds of your juices squelching against his hand and your pretty moans that were music to his ears.

“That’s it baby. Let it out..” Wooyoung coached into your ear, holding you tight while he watched his middle and ring finger appear and disappear inside of you repeatedly, fully coated in your liquids. “That shit feels good doesn’t it?”

“It feels so fucking good..” You cried out to him with a shaky voice. “Please don’t stop..”

The intensity of him pushing into you was almost too much for you to bear, but it just felt too good to have him pull back now. You wrapped your arm around where his wrist and forearm met and gripped onto him tightly, your toes curling at the sensation running through your body. You were teetering at the edge now— your eyes rolling steeply to the back of your head, your vision growing more hazy by the second. Wooyoung kissed the side of your head, your jawline, your neck rhythmically fulfilling your every desire.

You were growing closer to your end, every moan increasing in pitch and frequency. If there were anybody passersby outside the door, you were sure that they could hear you, but you almost didn’t care. It felt too good to hold back.

“Your moans are so pretty. I can’t wait to hear how good you sound when I fuck you…” Wooyoung growled into your ear.

You inched your hand up towards Wooyoung’s neck, cupping it just around his jaw and turning him towards you. “I want to feel you inside me. I can’t take it anymore..”

You searched his face for a moment. His eyes were glossed and practically sparkling with a deep, unsatiated lust. He had a need for touch— a thirst for it. A soul that required physical connection. That was a quality you both shared. Now that you experienced him, you couldn’t get enough and wanted more. If you didn’t have him now, you felt like you could explode. Wooyoung recognized this and pulled his fingers out of you, soothing your throbbing mound with the palm of his hand; giving you some time to breathe. He stepped back and removed his last article of clothing. His briefs hit the ground with a dull thud as his girth jolted from the seams, pointing stiffly towards you. Your mouth started watering at the sight. His dick was just as pretty as the rest of his body and the size fit him perfectly.

Inching towards you, the man pulled you off the surface of the vanity by your waist and eagerly flipped you around to face the mirror. With your frame slightly bent over the counter you saw him snake himself into the cusp of your neck, moving the thick strands of your hair out of the way so that he could see your face. “I want you to watch yourself.. don’t look away.”

You couldn’t believe that you were doing this. Tucked away in a dressing room with an idol. With him. At your own place of work. As much as you wanted some semblance of shame to come, it just never did. As all you could think about in this moment was him taking you and equally how bad you wanted him. You were reminded how good this moment truly felt when he planted a kiss on the exposed part of your shoulder and slowly eased his way inside of your slickness. Your mouth fell agape as did his; your tight walls gripping around the curve of his inches the more he pushed inside of you. His length fit you perfectly, as you completely gloved his inches.

“Fuck..” he whined. “You feel so good.”

With him so close, you could smell the freshness of his cologne. It was strong and commanding, but also hypnotic in many ways. His breath capes your neck, making your hairs stick up on end. His deep, guttural groans as he started stroking inside of your moist cavity only triggered your own moans. And still you did as he instructed you to and watched him fuck you so lovingly. The vanity rocked underneath your weight, causing you to slightly shift off balance and grip onto the table so it did not move. Wooyoung started to pick up his pace, the force of him hitting you from behind, sending your ass colliding against his pelvis in thick waves. He pulled back, catching the force head on as he reached forward and grabbed a handful of your coils and pulled your head back just a bit to where you can still see yourself in the mirror.

“Mmm, you’re such a pretty fucking whore for me.” Wooyoung chuckled lowly. “Look at how good you take that shit.”

The sensation was overwhelming your senses. Your walls pulsated across his thick member, releasing and gripping him constantly. Still reeling from when he was fingering you just a few minutes prior, you could still feel yourself coming closer and closer to your inevitable demise. The pressure in your abdomen was building like a dam about to burst. Even with the stamina that you two had, you could feel that he was close along with yourself. His breath was beginning to hitch and grow more rapid than before. You could feel his dick twitching inside of you as well even with the strength of his pumps.

You dared to stare at him amidst the euphoria you were experiencing out of curiosity as well as purely being enamored with the beauty of the man before you. You watched the way his chest rose and fell from his heavy breathing followed by the intensity of his orgasms. Sweat beads across his skin, giving way to the light that shines overhead. It was more pleasurable for you to know that he was enjoying himself as much, if not more, than you were.

Your lips curled upwards, licking across your own as Wooyoung sang your praises for taking him so well. Especially since it wasn’t just coming from anyone. Despite the circumstances of how you may have gotten here, you knew that he felt that this was more than just sex. You weren’t just engaging in a little hit it and quit it, no, it meant more. The purest form of connection that any person could ever experience, especially, when it stemmed from deep yearning – hoping that each other would wake up to the truth. There was no turning back from this moment forward.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum!” You exclaimed in a huff, urging him on as his thrust kept pumping into your tight walls, and his grin grew wider as he felt your coming climax brewing.

“That’s right, be a good girl and cum for me.” He coaxed. You felt like you were on cloud nine as you coated his dick with your juices. He leaned down into you, pressing your stomach against the table, and wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gripped your neck so roughly that you could see the veins in his arms poking from beneath his sandy skin.

Your moans were broken and incomplete, forming into a ball of nonsense tumbling from your mouth. You put the last bit of your energy into giving him everything you had, bucking your hips against his length.

“Cum in me baby..I want all of you. You primed softly. You didn’t know what came over you just then as you had never uttered those words to anyone before, but you just couldn’t control yourself in the moment and neither could he.

Sending his hips forward in powerful bursts of passion, Wooyoung growled hellishly into your ear the closer he got to his own end. The fullness of his climax painting your insides like his own personal canvas. You came with, riding out the last of your cum, before you dropped to the table, digging your nails into the wood and scratching against it from the final feeling of release. All your pent up frustrations over the last few months flowing down your thighs and onto his inches.

A light laugh escaped his lips, sighing as he closed his eyes and hovered over your weakened and fragile body.

“Do you think they’ll know?” He asked playfully.

You let out a half-hearted chuckle. “I guess we’ll have to find out.”

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