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sweetdejun · 6 months ago

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dear you.

trope: optional bias x fem!reader, arranged marriage, angst/fluff

synopsis: An all-too-well story through a series of letters she wrote to him, as they navigated a withering love story that had yet to see its eternal bloom.

word count: 3.7k, unedited (typical)

AHHH so excited that this is finally done!! I haven't posted in a LONG time so I'm nervous to see how this goes. thanks for reading, hope to see you soon xoxo

Dear you,

Today was the first time we met. I couldn't hear much of the loud conversation our parents were having while, well, I tried to keep the thundering beats of my heart quiet. Stolen glances were all I had the courage to give you, and when our eyes locked for a brief moment, I could’ve sworn I saw a tinge of honey in those gorgeous eyes of yours. Perhaps it was the effect of the lighting, but I doubt it.

I wonder what your hobbies are? What kind of music do you listen to? How do you take your coffee or tea? Is there a place in the world you wanna go to? Do you want the right side or the left side of the bed? Just thinking about the two of us sharing a bed makes me blush. These next few months are going to be dedicated to celebrating us, and I can’t wait for the day I get to become your wife.

Patiently waiting,

Dear you,

The wedding festivities are ticking closer and closer. We got to exchange numbers so every now and then when I get the chance I send you small texts here and there. Your responses are slow, if at all, but I bet it’s because you’re busy with work. It’s no big deal, I totally get it.

Did you know, my friends ask about you all the time? I have to say that you’re always busy, so you don’t have time to talk or spend time with me. There’s always a flash of sympathy on their faces when I mention this, but I don’t care. As long as you respond to me, that’s all I care about.

I’ve been trying to learn more and more about you through your mom and sister, who have been nothing but kind to me since day one. I didn’t think you were the type to be in a band in high school, but I got ahold of one of your demos (courtesy of your sister) and I listened to it in the car one day. Pretty good, I would say. Your voice sounded so cute… a little bit of that childhood innocence is mixed in with the majority of the baritone found in your voice today.

Eager to meet you,

Dear you,

When we sat down for dinner, you didn’t talk much. A couple of quick exchanges were all we had, but mostly I spent the evening picking at my food and looking around to watch the couples smile happily and enjoy their lovers’ presence. I moved one piece of broccoli around back and forth for a good ten minutes, while you quietly ate your dinner, one hand glued to your cell phone and mindless scrolling.

I saw a lady walk behind you towards the bathroom, and a quick look at your phone was all she needed to give me a look of pity before disappearing behind me. I excused myself to go the bathroom, and as soon as I leaned against the sink, my hands gripping the cold, wet porcelain, the woman was exiting the stall. I didn’t miss that strange look on her face when she approached the sink next to me to wash her hands. I tried to take a few deep breaths when she turned to me, a paper towel aggressively ripped from the automatic machine. She was hesitant, but eventually, before leaving she said to me, “take care dear, he’s not worth your time.” I don’t know why she’d said that.

Confused and a little hurt,

Dear you,

The countdown is getting shorter. It’s now a matter of days, and if things weren’t crazy enough, the hustle and bustle around the house have definitely been made very obvious now. I’ve had my bachelorette party, and a few other small dinners courtesy of my friends, but I feel that now I must be the blushing bride everyone wants me to be. At least for the next few days, that is. Once we get married, things will be different. I know they will. I hope that whatever doubts and hesitations I am feeling now are nothing but mere wedding jitters.

I have to get my nails done, my hair colored and every inch of my body scrubbed and polished. My facial needs to be done, too. It’s funny, the last time I must’ve put this much effort into looking prim and perfect must’ve been for my senior prom, and it’s been years since that day. Did you go to prom as well? I have to remember to show you those dreadful photos, but back in those days, there was a spark of hope that love existed out there for me. Even if the guy I went with was nothing more than a friend, I hoped that my destiny had love written for me at some point, when I’d grow into a woman. I hope that time’s finally arrived.

Excited about what’s to come,

Dear you,

The wedding is over. You looked dashing, as always, and I was told that I looked beautiful. My parents cried today, and I think it didn’t hit me until now that I really am a married woman now. You’re gone to play pool with your groomsmen, you just told me that you would be back in a bit. It’s been an hour and a half, and I got impatient and changed out of my gorgeous but annoying dress into something more breathable. I took the dozens of bobby pins out from my hair, and as I wiped the makeup away, I couldn’t help but remember the fake smile I’d put up for everyone; the pictures, your friends and family, and my friends and family. The facade is already setting in that we’re a happy couple… are we really? You didn’t even feel the need to spend tonight, of all nights, with me. I must be that ugly, huh?

Maybe pessimism isn’t how we wanna start this new chapter of our lives. I’ll try to make an effort to be more present in your life because I don’t wanna lose something without giving it a chance.

I hear your laughter downstairs. Wonder what that’s about.

Just stood by the door, but what I heard was enough to lull me into the security of my dreams. “I can’t believe we’re married… I know nothing about her, and frankly, could care less about her.”

Heartbroken on the night that was supposed to be cherished,

Dear you,

Things have been up and down. On one end, when you’re around, we talk a little. Getting to know you has far exceeded my expectations, even though it’s little by little. In the beginning, you didn’t even want to sleep in the same bed as me, but one day, when I had enough I decided to confront you about it. The strongest I’d ever been, I will say, but it was liberating. You had no idea of the feeling of a burden being lifted from my shoulders that day. That conversation clearly had an effect on you, as you had started sleeping next to me since that day. but some people only deserve good, dare I say perfect, things in small doses.

I usually don’t wake up next to you. Feels like how it did when we first got married, which feels like ages even though it’s only been a few weeks. The faint dips in the bed from your body are almost completely faded by the time I wake up. The remnants of a freshly brewed pot of coffee lie in the coffee maker downstairs. I find myself repeating the same routine; making another batch of coffee, quietly having breakfast, and maybe rearranging the living room furniture to see if you’ll notice it when you get home. I do the laundry, cook a little, and work a little.

I actually did something a little interesting today, though. When I went grocery shopping I was surprised to see handwriting that wasn’t mine. I couldn’t read what you wrote, though. Your penmanship is not great but I guess in the corporate world, you don’t really see the need to handwrite things anymore. I hesitated on calling you before I eventually deciphered what you wrote. Turns out, you just need to look at it a little longer and give it some time because before you know it, it’ll unravel right in front of you. Maybe there’s hope in me that you’ll do the same.

Slowly feeling the fatigue of the night,

Dear you,

Today was a bit different than the rest of the mundane days I’d spent in this empty house. I was sipping on my tea in the final hours of afternoon, reading a book when suddenly your footsteps started to echo against the marble floor. My gaze turned up to look at your figure that leaned against the doorframe, hands in your pockets. I raised my eyebrows, doggy-earring my page and setting the paperback to the side. “Hey, what’s up?” “Uh, nothing much,” you started. “I was wondering if you wanted to go grab something to eat.” I blinked back. This is the first time you’ve voluntarily offered to take me to dinner. Naturally I’ve grown a little skeptical after hearing the empty promises, but my heart has yearned for your calls. I hesitantly let my heart win over my head, and take you up on your offer.

I took out the perfect outfit, gold earrings and wore a blood red lipstick. The last time I wore a shade like this… I can’t remember. Not even on our wedding day did I go with a bold shade as this one.

When I got ready, you look up from your phone for a second and for the first time, you did a double take and took in my appearance properly. I felt shy under your gaze for a moment, but my brain was refusing to believe that this was happening. “You look nice, y/n.” I shift my gaze up through my eyelashes for a second and reply with a curt ‘thank you’.

Everything between going to the restaurant (which has a beautiful seaside view, a live musician and there’s a warmth accompanying the brisk autumn breeze), ordering the food, eating the food and going home, we had a conversation longer than we’ve ever had before.

The words exchanged were still formal, at least on my end, because deep in my heart I want you to experience what I experienced these last few months. I think you have a way of letting your frustration peek through more easily though, because I could sense your impatience with my one sentence responses to your questions and not as much reciprocation. My frustration’s getting to me too.

Wondering what’s gonna happen next,

Dear you,

We walked into the house tonight and you gritted your teeth, “I’m just trying to get to know you better. Why are you making this so hard?” That made me stop in my tracks. I’m confused now, because this entire time you were the one making things hard for me. I wanted to reach out and touch you, hold you, tell you that there was always a soft spot in my heart for you. But I couldn’t. Not anymore. “You were the one that pushed me away, and I just could not keep putting in an effort to try to win someone over that never wanted to be mine in the first place,” is all I can tell you. Tears ran down my face and the pain that I buried away reappeared on the surface of my heart with a vengeance. “I wasn’t ready!” I hear you exclaim as I walk away. There’s a tone of disappointment I’m picking up from your voice, almost like you’re confused as to why I’m walking away. “Well, good. I’m glad we’re finally on the same page for once,” my shaky voice responded and I shut the door to our room.

Crying myself to sleep,

Dear you,

It’s been a couple of days since our argument. We’ve gone back to our terse exchanges, the lackluster life I grew to tolerate reentered my life. One day, much like before, while I was tending to my plants you came from around a corner, and grabbed a seat before me. “Look up at me for a second.” There’s something new in your voice, a sort of fragility that has my broken heart skipping a beat. I met your gaze and paled when I took in your appearance. Not that you’d been crying or anything but I could tell the stress over the last few days started to bring out an aged quality in your features. Subtle dark circles and a shadow of a stubble along your jaw. “I want to take this moment to say a couple of things,” you started. “I want to firstly apologize for how formal I was in the beginning. The truth was I never thought I would be involved in an arranged marriage. I was confident that I’d find someone myself, and when it didn’t work out the way I wanted it to, I let my ego come in the way of even starting off on the right foot with you.” I thought back to the very beginning, your words and actions aligned with you showing no interest. Perhaps what you say is true, so I nod to let you know I hear you. “I also want to give us a chance to start over. Like I said, it was a rocky start and I don’t think our families will be too happy if we keep things going this way. I’ll put in more of an effort, but this is a two way street. Are you willing to do the same?”

Truth of the matter is, I’ve grown tired of living this way. We became two strangers, two roommates under the same roof instead of husband and wife. I know that even though I don’t show it much, there’s still a part of me that’s mad for you. I want to revive her. I want my happily ever after. If this is what will lead to that, I’m willing to give it a shot. “Yes.”

Looking forward to starting fresh,

Dear you,

Things have been getting better. I learned about the company you work for and what you do there. I had an idea of when you left for the office and when you came back home. Now that your alarm is something I can hear now, I have started to mold my routine to fit yours a bit better. This is how things go now: your alarm goes off and you go and shower, while I get up and get a pot of coffee going and pull your pre-packed lunch from the fridge. By the time I get to pulling out your breakfast stuff, I hear you come down the stairs. You make our coffee, which has taken you several tries to get it right for me, and I go brush my teeth and wash my face. I come down and you’ve made your breakfast and mine. We enjoy breakfast silently, albeit on the same table, which is progress in itself. You’ve asked me how the coffee was today, and it’s a bit on the bitter side but it’s gotten much better since day one. On day one, I had to pretend to like the coffee and then I waited for you to leave so that I could remake it.

When you get back from work at the end of the day, I usually have dinner ready so that all you have to do it wash up really quick and join me for dinner on the table. Our conversations pick up a bit at this point. You tell me about anything exciting or crazy that happened at work that day, and I tell you bits and pieces about my work from home situations. You’ve made it a point to learn more about me too, so now you know that my favorite color is forest green, I have a fondness for interior design and that I’ve always wanted to go to Europe. Your favorite color is blue, you enjoy the occasional mystery novel and you have a guilty pleasure of 90s rom-coms.

Beginning to wonder when we’ll have our 90s rom-com moment,

Dear you,

You have started becoming more open and friendly, and now we’re becoming friends. I find your lingering gaze on me from time to time as I complete a chore or fix my hair in the mirror. I can’t find it in me to connect my eyes with your own yet, but slowly and surely I’m getting there. I feel too shy, is that so bad? I suggested that we sit down and watch a 90s rom-com tonight, which I know you won’t object to after the latest revelation. You’ve gone to the kitchen to warm up some popcorn whilst I had time to sneak out to write this letter. I wonder if you’ll ever find these, I’ve hidden them quite well and I know you won’t look there. My wedding ring is glistening under the desk light as I finish this letter to you. Today it seems extra radiant.

Hearing you call my name with that dulcet voice,

Dear you,

It’s been a while. Our mini vacation to that cute little town is over now, we’ve just returned home. I finally got to see the many sides there are to you. Your adventurous side that wants to try any new food, your mortified side when you almost slipped down the hill during our morning hike, your gentle and soft side when a little girl was standing in front of us in line for ice cream. I’ve started showing you sides of me, where I laugh the loudest at a comedy show, or make stupid puns when I read street signs or stare in awe as fresh snow falls from the sky over our heads.

Tonight you asked to kiss me. Before today the last time we kissed was for the camera on our wedding day. The air was different tonight, though. You tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and asked for permission before leaning in closer. When our lips touched, a gasp left my lungs and my world stopped. My hands froze, hovering over your face and I slowly reached in till I felt the warmth of your cheeks across my fingers. Perhaps the chill in my touch caused you to pull back in shock, but you hesitated to let go. Your hands firmly held my hips with a fragile touch, like you were scared to hurt me, maybe again. Your eyes shined back at me and I’m reminded of the moment I first laid eyes on you. That tinge of honey came back to me and is now glistening with the same want and desire I used to see in my own reflection.

My heart has had its time to heal. It’s slowly letting me love you again. I’m mortified that I’ll regret it if things go wrong, I don’t have the capacity to get hurt again. I don’t know what to do. You’ve noticed when I grow quiet and have started asking if I was okay. I put on a small smile and tell you I’m fine, but I have a feeling you see right through me.

Scared to put my heart on my sleeve yet again,

Dear you,

You found them today. All of the letters. I thought I had done a pretty good job hiding them but out of sheer luck, when I found myself out of the house coincidentally while you were at home, you found the letters. You read every single one of them, you told me. That’s why when I came home and found you sitting on the couch, the letters in your hands as you read through them my heart stopped. You noticed the door closing and looked up at me, the red rims of your eyes telling me these letters have affected you in a way I don’t want to think about. “I didn’t mean to, I’m, uh, you weren't…” I started, rambling while avoiding your gaze, embarrassed and ashamed that you’ve discovered a vulnerable side of me that you could have hated. You could have left me tonight. We could have been over. But instead, you put the letters down and rushed over to hug me. Hold me tighter than I’ve ever been held before.

“I’m sorry for everything, my love,” you started and my heart stuttered at the term of endearment. “I have never known someone as sweet, kind, innocent and breathtakingly beautiful as you. Please don’t be ashamed, I shouldn’t have opened these up,” Now you were the one rambling. I looked up at you, tears gathering at the margins of my eyelids. Waiting to slip and fall so you can catch them with the calloused pads of your thumbs. Your hands holding my face, cradling me gently, I wetly smiled, “they were addressed to you for a reason, honey. It was destiny for you to see them one day. I thought my world would come crashing down at the thought of you finding these letters, but I believe you. I’m ready to give you my heart in completion once again, because now I know. You are not going to hurt me like you did before. I trust you and love you.” With that, our mouths connected once more, and we spent the whole night talking about the letters. I am glad our lives brought us together like this, for now we will spend the eternity of our lives hand in hand, facing the world together as one strong team. With love, happiness and companionship at each step of the journey, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Confident that this is my last letter to you,

(p.s. You just read the ends of this letter and whined for me to keep writing to you. I’ll start giving them to you directly starting from this one, my dear)

#sweetdejun #optional bias drabbles #optional bias fluff #optional bias x reader #optional bias #optional bias angst #arranged marriage #arranged marriage OU

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storysere · 10 months ago

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She heard the arrow slice past her before she felt it but but was enough to throw her off balance. She immediately fell so the ground, not in pain but in shock. As she lay there, she heard the sound of leaves crunching under frantic footsteps headed toward her. ‘Hello?’ It was the voice of a man. That was it. Her time had come. She accepted it.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Her thoughts swirled inside her head but she couldn’t hold on to a single one and instead settled on the shahada. La ilaha illallah. She repeated, aware, as she has heard before, that it required no movement of her lips. La ilaha illallah. The words recited before death.

‘Someone there?’ The man, who she assumed had shot the arrow, had finally reached her, and she was seized with fear. She kept her eyes closed her eyes tightly. La ilaha illallah. She repeated under her breath. Maybe if she pretended to have died already he would move along.

“La ilaha illallah!’

This time it wasn’t her.

“Ya Allah. What have I done?”

She willed herself to open her eyes a tiny bit, to see a young man around her age slump down onto his knees in front of where she lay dramatically in the grass, afraid to assess her wound.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "Where did it strike you?" His hands shook anxiously as he scanned her, looking for the wound.

She carefully lifted a hand to her shoulder. Blood. Belatedly the area had begun to sting and she was not surprised to see that she was bleeding. "I'm going to die." She announced. "Ash-hadu an la ilaha illallah-'

'No!' he yelled, "Please stop! This is the only wound, right! You'll be fine. You'll be okay. I'll get help! I'll get help-

‘Please tell my family to make dua for me and to bury me next to my mother’ she said slowly.

‘No…no wait’ the man shook his head and disappeared into the forest.

#hello everyone #idk what this is I just wanted to write smth lol #I love her already #writing #islamic writing #islamic fiction #fanfic #optional bias #Drabble

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shariasweet · 19 days ago

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝓢ay i𝓣

optional bias 𝒙 f.reader

𝓦c ::: est -1k 𐙚 𝓢harinote ::: i've neglected you all </3 hopefully I can sort of lock in and get these reqs out, definitely a drabble or two 𐙚 warnin𝓰.ᐟ ::: manhandling · degradtion (?) dfinite praise + aftercare (wow!) · piv · unprotected sex (wrap it uppp) · hair pulling (heartbreak emote) · pet-names · choking · mentions of spit/drooling · dumbification · angel girl spin off ??? · f.ᐟreader

"yeah? what about you, baby... you like being fucked full of my cock, don't you?"

you let out nothing but broken, incoherent babbles, drool spilling from your bruised lips.

"what's that, sweet girl? can't hear you, pretty..."

your boyfriend kept drilling into you from behind, one arm wrapped tight around your neck, dragging you upright until your back was flush against his chest.

"go on, tell me. tell me you like it when i fuck you like this... dumb little bunny loves being used like a cocksleeve, huh?"

you nodded frantically, words slurring out between hiccups and moans.

"mmf! ngh—ah! i-i love it..!" you choked, tears brimming in your eyes as your voice cracked from the force of his hips snapping into your aching, hot cunt.

"i know, baby... i know."

he slammed you back down into the mattress, one hand closing around your throat while the other pressed firm between your shoulder blades—forcing your back into an impossibly deeper arch.

"such a good girl..." he groaned, cock dragging deep through your soaked, fluttering walls. "'take me so well, don't you, baby?"

slick pooled at the base of his cock, dripping down your thighs as his tip kissed fervently at your cervix with each thrust.

"o-oh fuckkk! s'deep..." you whined, voice hoarse and wrecked. your eyes crossed, you could feel his bulge poking into your tummy. "yeah? 'gonna cum f'me?" a slap landed firmly onto your ass, the sore, red flesh reverberating around his palm.

all he got in response was a dumb nod.

"what's t-that supposed to mean?" his hands carefully trailed teasingly up your spine, fingers curling into the roots of your hair before yanking you back. hard.

"I already told you, sweet girl..."

"speak. to. me." each word was punctuated by another sharp thrust, the knot in your stomach being forcefully undone as you slipped one pornographic moan after the other out.

"s-shit!!! ye-ngh..! mpf, yes, yes, yes! i'm going to cum ___!"

tears seared down your cheeks—pleasure crashing over you in tall waves as he fucked you through your high. "cum, baby... cream all over my cock." he grunted, "make a mess, y/n."

and of course, you did... sultry gasps leaving your mouth as you twitched beneath him—his orgasm following yours soon after as sticky white cum leaked from your cunt.

(aftercare because this was rough and rushed!)

“'you okay, baby?”

his lips ghosted over your spine—the same lips that’d fucked you dumb just minutes ago now soothed kisses into your skin like apologies.

you nodded, slowly with heavy eyes. “mmhmm…”

but he didn’t move, still laying his weight on top of you.

“i need to hear you say it,” he murmured. his voice stern against the shell of your ear. “c'mon." he chirped. "was it good...? did i take care of you?”

you blinked up at him, coi—lashes still dampened by pleasured tears, lips swollen, chin sticky with drying spit. “yes,” you whispered, “i’m okay. 'pinky promise, baby.”

he let out a soft breath, as though he’d been holding it.

his hand smoothed over your side, pulling you in closer to his chest. “you were so good for me,” he said, so softly it made your chest ache... the same hand that'd yanked your hair was now petting it gently—tucking loose strands as he admired you. “fuck, baby… my perfect girl.”

he'd cleaned you up gently with a warm towel, whispering little praises between each kiss to your skin as the two of you shared small glances and cute, little laughs.

“my girl,” he mumbled, lips planted slack against your temple. “all mine.”

"all yours."

kang taehyun: choi yeonjun: park jjongseong: lee heeseung: park seonghwa: na jaemin: chenle: leehan: whoever else :3

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yun-fangz · 8 months ago

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masterlist. ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

please note: these are all works of FICTION. they are not meant to be taken out of context or used as a representation of the boys irl.

my works are member x fem!reader only.

all works are 18+ unless stated otherwise. minors do not interact.

last updated: 2/28/25

Kim Hongjoong:

twt links.

fleur.

dilf!designer hongjoong x intern!reader. age gap, suggestive content

2:08am

dilf!hongjoong, toys, punishment

Park Seonghwa:

twt links.

giving seonghwa head.

smut drabble, cunnilingus (m rec)

Jeong Yunho:

brainrot. ft twt link

just a thought (ft. twt link)

smut, size kink, backshots, yunho's a tease

twt links.

Kang Yeosang:

twt links.

Choi San:

twt links.

perv!san

smut, vouyer!san, roommate!au

another random thought

backshots, headlocks, strength kink

Song Mingi:

Ain't shit.

smut, college!au, cheating, cursing, reader fucks yunho, both of you are kinda shitty.

twt links.

Jung Wooyoung:

twt links.

Choi Jongho:

twt links.

marking with jongho

suggestive, making out, marking

7:25pm

suggestive/smut, dilf jongho, size kink, mentions of size training.

dilf! jongho brainrot

smut, short story in bullet points, sugar daddy!jongho, college student !reader

on your knees.

dilf!jongho, suggestive/smut, jongho is whipped for reader

pretty bows

suggestive, dilf!jongho, hyperfem!reader, sexual tension

bear hybrid!jongho

smut, awkward turned feral!jongho, readers first heat, prey!hybrid!reader, roommates to lovers

forever boy

smut, sub!jongho, pegging, first time, pretty soft and tame

nsfw link + blurb.

OT8/multiple members:

accidentally sending a thirst text | hyung line. | maknae line.

fake texts, suggestive w/ humor.

optional bias

smut, body worship, fingering, that man is in love with you.

life of the party

suggestive/smut, drug usage, alcohol consumption, frat!ateez

sub!ateez headcannons

mtl format, petplay

dilf!ateez brainrot.

dumbification w/ dilf!teez

sleepy head.

somnophilia, oral (m rec.)

yungi twt links.

matz twt links.

yunhwa texts.

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seokmattchuus · 11 months ago

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Master-Masterlist

Thots & Drabbles Optional Bias Soloists

🩵 Most written about (Currently): Zerobaseone Stray Kids

🩶 Always down to write for: CIX Kard Victon Vixx Monsta X Ateez

🖤 Want to write more of: Wei The Rose Cravitry Got7 SF9 Ampers&one The Boyz

🩷 Don't mind writing for: EXO Astro Vav Ikon One Pact Pentagon

🤍 Don't really write for anymore but won't turn down: X1 (r.i.p 😔✊🏻) Nct & WayV UNIQ Ab6ix Bts

#masterlist #master-masterlist #mine

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cheolhub · 2 years ago

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UR INVITED 2 CHEOLHUB'S 1ST BDAY BASH!

ABOUT THE EVENT ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

HELLOOOOO! ok first of all, no one comment on my header (unless ur complimenting it 😊), i dropped my art minor after 3 months bc i lack artistic skill and i’ve made it very clear here. NEXT, it’s not MY birthday but cheolhub will officially be a YEAR old on the 26th of august & i wanted to celebrate with a lil sleepover event :> i've had so many ups and downs while running this blog and have almost abandoned it more times than i can count, so i just want to say CHEERS to cheolhub (aka sar aka me) for making it this far <3 i am eternally grateful for every kind message, every piece of feedback, and everyone who has been supporting me and my silly lil blog. i love u guys sm and would’ve been long gone without you T^T <3 i hope you'll join the celebration!! -3- and if this flops, you’ll never hear from me again /j /j /j

i knowww it’s early, but i start uni classes again next week (my last semester, yay 😻) and i wanna have time to do an event T-T

SLEEPOVER DATES ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

this event runs for about two weeks! from sunday, august 13th to sunday, august 27th. any asks sent after august 27th will be deleted!

please note that i’ll still be working on asks (if i have any left) even after the event is closed.

EVENTS ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

！★﹕ᶻ﹐LET'S EAT﹒

☆︎ who's hungry? 👹🍽 request a short (less than 1k) drabble and you shall receive. i will be writing the first 5-10 requests due to my busy uni schedule :3 — choose a prompt (or two) from this prompt list + a member from seventeen, txt or the boyz! [closed] (ik the list isnt numbered, so just copy + paste ur preferred prompt(s) ><)

★︎ mtl for seventeen and txt! [open]

☆︎ hard hours for any group i write for! [refer to my guidelines to see who i write for] [open]

！★﹕ᶻ﹐ TIME 4 SELF CARE﹒[open]

★︎ let's do the things that make us happy! what makes us happier than being delusional and horny? you guessed it! being shipped with a hottie 😻 — this is the SHIP GAME + i’ll give you a silly little trope to kickstart ur epic romance

☆︎ OR opt for a personalized moodboards or playlists based off the vibes you give off! (mutuals can get both a moodboard and playlist if they’d like bc i would diy for all of u -3- just say u want both so i know<3333)

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！★﹕ᶻ﹐WANNA PLAY A GAME?﹒[open]

☆︎ q&a!

ask me anything! favorite movie, how i got into writing, what i do when i’m not writing, why i only ult leaders etc. but please nothing too personal!

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☆︎ ask me for fic recs or give me fic recs!

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☆︎ would you rather

note: you can send as many of these as you’d like :p i like answering them <3

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please make sure to get your ask in within the time frame (aug 13th-27th)

minors, please please please do not interact!

be respectful and patient! — the drabbles, mtls & hard hours may take longer for me to get through, but i’ll try my absolute hardest to get them done in a timely manner <3

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have fun! ⭐️⭐️

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electricea · 8 months ago

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SHIPPING INFO. Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

I don't really have any OTP for him but I do have a bias for any ship that involves a fellow Phantom Thief since I do think there's already a strong foundation for trust and friendship there and to me, the progression to a romantic relationship would feel more natural.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I'd say most anything - like I've even said in my rules that I'm willing to do fade to blacks or to state or infer our muses have a sexual relationship (provided they would both be adults in said relationship) - I really only draw the line at writing sex/sexual acts or smut. I don't wish to write any of that and I'm not comfortable with it. Also, any sort of toxic or problematic relationship where it's abusive - physically, verbally, emotionally or otherwise - or in which one party is grooming the other or ignoring the other muse's boundaries or consent.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

For his main verse in which he's a teenager, I'd say I draw the line at shipping with eighteen, maybe nineteen year old muses - won't go any older than that if Ryuji is going to remain sixteen or seventeen. As for any alternate verses where he's aged up - that would honestly depend on the nature of the ship itself and how big the age gap is - but broadly, I'd say as long as they're both consenting adults, I don't see any issues - but with that being said, I probably wouldn't exactly be keen on shipping a freshly eighteen year old Ryuji with a thirty year old, for example.

Are you selective when shipping?

I don't really feel that I am - I look for chemistry first and foremost and I go from there - generally if someone expresses shipping to me or offers up a muse they'd like to ship with Ryuji then in nine out of ten instances, I'd say I'm pretty inclined to say yes - so long as the relationship isn't inappropriate or doesn't involve an adult being shipped with a teenager - also I guess what I try to keep an eye out and really look for is how that muse treats Ryuji - because if they're rude to him and don't really treat him all that well, then I would expect that to change - I'm not doing a ship where he continues to be treated like dirt.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Any removal of clothes or touching is where I'd consider it NSFW, personally.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

You don't have to explicitly ask - but bear in mind I'm not a mind reader so engagement on things like shipping calls, sending shippy memes does generally help because I am truly oblivious and have no clue when another mun is also interested in shipping - and to be fair, I do my part as well - I try to make shipping calls and show interest in shipping with others, so it's not just a one way street.

How often do you like to ship?

I kind of feel like I haven't shipped all that often lately - or at least, not many new ships - but I'd like to change that. Shipping's always quite fun.

Are you multiship?

Yep! Sorry, but shipping is just way too much fun to restrict it to only muse and plus I think part of the fun in being multi ship is that it allows you to explore a wide array of ships with all sorts of different muses and I try to treat each ship as its own individual, separate thing - so there's no cheating, no two-timing going on. There are no favourite ships, just a ton of really awesome ones with some amazing muns that I treasure equally.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Uh, is there a neither option for this question? I like talking ships but I'm not ship obsessed - I don't do the Spotify playlists and moodboards, the matching promos or drabbles, etc - but I do enjoy and appreciate them - and it's not as though I'm indifferent to or annoyed by ships. I just like them and I like sharing headcanons whenever one pops into my head.

What is your favourite ship in your current fandom?

I don't really have a favourite ship - that's part of the fun of Persona, yeah? Gotta ship 'em all! (So long as we're excluding the Joker ships with the actual adult women lmao.)

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Uhh, send me shippy memes, like my shipping call, just come running into my dm's, say you want to ship? Just say it outright honestly - I'm not great at picking up on clues or hints, so yeah I might need to hear it actually confirmed by the other mun that they do in fact want to ship, but once I know, I'm happy to get the ball rolling.

Tagged by: @gamenu (Thank you!)

Tagging: Whoever would like to give this a go!

#( ooc. )

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iridescentxstars · 1 year ago

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ೃ⁀➷ 𝐊𝐞𝐲: [M] — mature content/warnings | 🌹 — nsfw | ✨ — rewritten | 🌸 — recommended | ✅ — complete

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.

[ ✧.* ] What Would Christmas Be Like With... — idol!exo x reader 🌹✅ [ ✧.* ] Money Makes Her Smile — ceo!exo x escort!reader [due to be rewritten]🌹🌸✨ [ ✧.* ][M] Welcome To Wonderland — mafia!jongin x immortal!reader | detective!bangchan x stripper!irene | bartender!san x bartender!yura [due to be rewritten] 🌹✨ [ ✧.* ][M] Late Night Circus — circus!various idols x reader 🌹

[ ✧.* ] Touch It — sub!baekhyun x mommy dom!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Set My Soul On Fire — villain!taemin x reader x superhero!ten [present] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] The Little Things — optional bias x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] All Night Long — ceo!baekhyun x reader [present] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Forbbiden Attraction — professor!minseok x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Peeping Tom — neighbour!sehun x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Dance Practice — idol!chanyeol x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Your Touch — ceo!chanyeol x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Special Delivery — ceo!chanyeol x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] Black Hat — hacker!baekhyun x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] A Little Bit Of Naughty & Nice — demon!baekhyun x reader x angel!jongin [present] 🌹

[ ✧.* ] Kinktober2020 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Kinktober2022 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Kinktober2024 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Follower Milestones 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Anniversary 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Halloween 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Muse Drabbles 🌹 [ ✧.* ] New Years Event 🌹 [ ✧.* ] EXO Kissing Style 🌹 [ ✧.* ] EXO As Dog [ ✧.* ] EXO As Pokemon [ ✧.* ] Bad Puns [part one][part two] [ ✧.* ] Quick Prompts [part one][part two][part three] 🌹

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toruro · 2 years ago

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LOADING [INTRO] ... !

— ✧ as i am close to 3k followers (what! the! heck!), i wanted to do a little something for u all ^^ now i have never held a milestone event ever so pls bear w me as i try to navigate this hehe but i hope u enjoy nevertheless c: i have a few ask game options listed below so i hope ur all excited! i'll be traveling for the next 2 weeks, so i'm starting this a bit early so i can have some responses queued for u all >_< thank u all so much for all the support, i still cannot believe there's so many of u :3 it means the world to me ^^

LOADING [RULES] ... !

— ✧ as i said, i'll be traveling for a bit soon, so responses will be a bit slow. be patient and understanding ^^ — ✧ i plan to have this event open for around 2 weeks, so from july 29-aug 12, however this is subject to change (the drabble collection will continue to be posted as i finish them after these dates) — ✧ you can participate in multiple games, but please send them as separate asks if you do c: — ✧ some games are limited as they will take me some more time than the others. please refer to the status next to the title to see if it is still open! (open — accepting, on hold — not currently accepting, but will be open later, closed — no longer accepting) — ✧ all posts for this event will be tagged under ''🎊 3k event"

LOADING [GAMES] ... !

— ✧ q / a

✘ send me an ask w a question abt myself or my fics! i will respond as long as i am comfortable w it

— ✧ moodboard [open]

✘ limited ! refer to status next to title to see if still open ✘ send me an ask and i will make u a 3x3 moodboard based on ur blog! must be off anon so i can see ur blog, and u can tell me ur bias so i can possibly add them into the mix as well

— ✧ ship game [open]

✘ limited ! refer to status next to title to see if still open ✘ send me an ask & tell me a little abt urself and i'll assign u a svt member i ship u with (hao & chan r likely off limits bc i'm insane and i said so)

#🎊 3k celebration

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ateezworlds · 3 years ago

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little bit of bedtime fluff, inspired by a dancer i like but i left it male optional bias. reader isn't explicitly female but has long ish hair. enjoy!

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"No. Leave it down." His wrist grabs my own softly, halting the claw clip halfway to my hair in its motion. My hair tumbles free from its unsecured makeshift bun, framing my face and shoulders messily - it already feels annoying, the sweep of my bangs guaranteeing the lack of peace I'd have trying to fall asleep tonight with my hair in my face.

"But you know my hair gets tangled at night if I don't braid it... " I trail off and look up, seeking out my lover's face in the dimly lit room. The late hour does us no favors as we get ready for bed - I have to squint a little to distinguish my lover from the night swirling around him. I am met with warm brown eyes - so intense that his gaze sears into me. My eyebrows raise in question - I tie my hair up before bed every night, and he's never quite raised protest before.

"I don't think I've said this before but - waking up with you in my arms, and my face buried in your hair - I just don't know how to explain. The smell of your shampoo when your head is tucked into my neck, the faint brush of your hair against my jaw, the curve of your body pressed into mine - every single morning I realize all over again that there's nothing in the world I'd rather wake up to each day. Could you sleep with your hair down tonight, my love ?" He speaks with his mouth against my temple, and I feel the heat of his words, feel him speak his love into my hair.

His eyes have fallen to the inch of space between us on the bed, flitting from the edge of the pillowcase I rest on to the plush quilt covering our waists waiting for my reply.

His name falls from my lips in a sigh, and my hands drop the clip I was holding in favor of cradling his face instead, pulling him down so he is level with me. Our noses brush, and his hands still brace my wrists with the gentlest of holds. I feel each of his soft breaths against my own mouth and tilt my head ever so slightly, letting my fingers graze the barely there stubble of his jaw.

His gaze darts back up to meet mine - tentative, shy almost, but I watch as he finds the answer he's searching for in my eyes. I let him close the sliver of distance between us, brushing his mouth against mine as his hands slip into my curls- letting him hold me to him with his hands tangled in my hair.

#fluff #ateez fluff #bedtime fluff #optional bias #gender neutral insert #stray kids #ateez x reader #stray kids fluff #smf #poetry #love #bedtime #optional bias drabble #optional bias fic #optional bias imagines #imagine #ateez reactions #ateez reader #stray kids reader insert

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weuschoiceheart · 4 years ago

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Random title: still shy? (suggestive light smut)

I'm so sorry for the late reply anon 🥺 I'm not comfortable writing smut, but this is still suggestive! (Inspired by my convo with @mari-kigold today~)

Genre: suggestive, male optional bias x reader, CEO au

The heat was killing you.

Groaning, you rubbed your eyes and leaned back in your chair, exhausted. It was around midday, just a little after noon, the hottest part of the day that makes work unbearable. You felt sweaty and sticky all over, your mind sluggish and body unwilling to cooperate.

Of course the AC and the fans had to be down today, you thought sarcastically, just when it's the hottest. The computer screen in front of you seemed too dim with the harsh glare of the sun shining on it through the window, yet too bright whenever you raised the brightness. Frustrated, you ignored it altogether and decided to take a break.

Looking around at your co-workers, all just as tired as you and grumbling under their breath, your gaze settled on the CEO office, which stands directly across from your cubicle. Your lips quirked up in a smile when you saw him inside, busy working at his desk, though your eyes widened as he glanced up, smirking at you through the clear glass window. You dropped your gaze to your lap, flustered by the sudden eye contact.

Counting to five, you carefully looked up again, mentally sighing in relief when you realized that he was no longer staring at you. The sigh got caught in your throat, however, when you saw him roll his head back, giving you a clear glimpse of the sweat trickling down his neck. Licking his lips, he loosened his tie, lightly tugging it off, then unbuttoning the top of his shirt. You almost choked on your own spit when he fanned himself with his hand, opening his shirt wider to reveal his collarbones.

Brushing the strands from his sweaty wolf cut aside, he rolled up his sleeves, biceps bulging through the thin material. Fuck him for wearing a white dress shirt, you thought, seeing how the front of it was soaked through with sweat. You can feel your cheeks warming up, and the room suddenly felt ten times hotter, and not just due to the heat. As if he could read your thoughts, the motherfucker had the audacity to turn his hooded eyes to you, raising his fingers and gesturing you to the office.

You looked away, heart pounding and unholy thoughts racing through your mind. No, no, no, control yourself, you have to act professional, you're still at work, you can't think about this, about him, about how good he—

"Y/N?" your coworker's voice jolted you out of your reverie. She eyed your flustered state, obviously concerned. "The boss said he wants to see you, at the back room."

"Th-the back room?" It was an adjacent room connected to the CEO office, away from the public eye, and is known for the place where the CEO pulls people in to give them "the talk." In other words, yell at them for slacking off, disobeying directions, or firing them. It had basically became a taboo place, and your hands started to shake at the thought of meeting him there. Did you do something wrong?

"Better hurry up and go, you know he's impatient," your coworker whispered. "Good luck."

Good luck indeed, you thought as you got up and made your way to the door. The CEO office was empty, and sensing your doom, you lightly knocked on the door of the back room.

"Come in," his sultry voice ran out, sending shivers down your spine. You had barely closed the door when you felt yourself pinned to it, hands on either side of you. Gasping at the close distance, breath hitching, you felt his lips trace down your neck. Tangling your fingers in his hair, bringing him closer, you sighed as he lightly bit and marked your skin, slowly making his way up to your lips, kissing you hard.

He suddenly pulled away, prompting a whine from your lips at the loss of contact. Chuckling, he flashed a mischievous smile at you. "Still shy? I think not." Strolling over to the couch at the center of the room, he sat down and laced his fingers together. "Let's get down to business then."

Eyes widening, you realized what you came here for. "I'm sorry, sir, I don't know what I did wrong, but I assure you that-"

"You think I'm here to punish you?" he interrupted you, an amused smile gracing his face. More stunned then ever, you blinked in surprised, confused at his demeanor. "Well, I think I do need to punish you for not coming to my office fast enough....ignoring my signs..."

Glancing at the clock on the wall, he beckoned you to sit on his lap. "We got 15 minutes before I have to get back to work, let's make it productive, shall we?"

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shariasweet · 1 month ago

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝐇e 𝓢ays 𝓣o 𝐛e co𝓞𝐋

optional bias 𝒙 f.reader

𝓦c ::: est -1k 𐙚 𝓢harinote ::: I got an ask to write more optional bias drabbles so this is for my annonie :3 I wrote this more specifically with sunghoon in mind heh 𐙚 warnin𝓰.ᐟ ::: stereotypical 'bad boy' and his 'good girl' girlfriend (kinda sorta) · underground boxing/fighting · possessive insert · unprotected sex (wrap it uppp) · tons of cheesy lines · pet-names · f.ᐟreader don't like it? don't read it :)

"that was scary, huh... sweet girl?" you nodded carefully, hiccups and soft sobs spilling past your lips... your voice was still too shaky to speak.

"oh, I bet it was..." your boyfriend cooed, sure to be gentle, knowing the night's previous events were still weighing heavy on your mind...

he would never bring you anywhere like this.

for starters it's filthy... shards of broken glass glittered in the dirt... and god knows what could've stained the concrete floors like that—blood, maybe? sweat or vomit... other bodily fluids he'd prefer you didn't have to think about.

not even he knew what else was crawling around in this dump. all he knows is that you're too soft—too precious to be in a place this... roughed up.

in your boyfriend's mind, you deserved fine dining... shopping sprees and overnight trips anywhere you could possibly want to go.

and he could make that happen.

but, no.

you begged.

over and over again until all he could do was sigh and give in... finally bringing you along to one of his underground fights. and much like he'd predicted...

it was not a good idea.

your big eyes shone—glossy with prickling tears as they caught his own.

'oh, baby... I didn't mean to make you worry.' your boyfriend purred against your ear. he smiled up at you, slotted in between your thighs, cooing against your skin whilst his hands slither between your legs...

"it was scary," he trailed off. "but you did so good... you were such a good girl, waiting for me to finish up that fight." his fingers inched closer to the heat aching between your legs. "but..." he pouted playfully, fingers coming to a still halt before your clothed cunt. "my feelings were kinda hurt."

his eyes darted up along with his hand to grip your jaw. "'wish you would've called out for me... let everyone know you're mine to protect."

he kissed the inside of your thigh, dreadfully slow and deliberate. then again, firmer this time.

"mine to hold."

he planted yet another kiss on your inner thigh, far closer the than the third time—your breath hitched.

"mine to fuck," he growled, his voice was low and hungry... thick with desperation.

you knew your boyfriend was possessive... however, he was also reasonable.

the night had been full of strangers—men, who's stares lingered on you. they'd come up and speak to you, too loud, and too cocky... all of them trying to charm you with their empty bravado.

of course, your boyfriend wasn’t surprised. not when he knew how sweet you were and how tempting you looked... so he let them look, stomaching their words and butchered attempts at flirting.

but when he left you alone—just for a moment to run to his dressing room before the fight… and came back to some asshole touching you?

that was something else entirely.

he saw your expression, more specifically the unease in your eyes. the way your shoulders shrank in discomfort.

and that was all it took.

you hated watching him fight—especially this one... albeit that was the whole reason the two of you were here. sure, he'd teased that he'd never lost a fight but, the guy was huge. it made your stomach twist helplessly watching them brawl... which somehow ended with your boyfriend irritatedly dragging you back into his dressing room after taking his second victory of the night.

"it's okay though..." he grinned wolfishly.

"everyone should hear you from outside, right? especially that asshole who thought he could put his hands on what's mine." you let out a small yelp as he lifted you up, throwing you over his shoulder and onto the tiny room's couch.

"____!" you squeaked, arms clinging around his neck as your boyfriend trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down your burning hot skin.

his tongue soothed over any bites he might've left in your neck and collar bones... his lips suctioning against the soft skin of your shoulder before peeling your shirt over your head. "all good, baby?"

you nodded, quickly locking your arms around his broad frame once more as he continued his assault on to your breasts—tongue swirling generously around the hardened buds of your nipples as your writhed beneath him.

arousal pooled at your entrance—the cotton material of your lacy-panties clinging to your slick coated folds whilst your boyfriend's teeth gently and playfully tugged at your nipples, hands riding up sides to paw at the plush mounds of your boobs.

"e-enough ah! fuckkk!" your fingers intertwined with the boy's locs, tugging at his scalp as you begged for him to halt. "please..." your chest rose and fell unsteadily as you caught your breath. "agh..! mpf, f-fuck me already, ____. p-please!"

your boyfriend lips unlatch with a pornographic pop! sound, his eyes lock on your own and he nods. (like I said earlier, anywhere or) anything you could possibly want or desire... he could do for you.

without any hesitance he's yanking those stupid gym shorts down—his fully hardened length springing free and against his stomach.

your underwear are in suit too... though, he just rips those into two, eager to feel the fluttering of your cunt around his dick. "don't worry, sweet girl, yeah? 'fuck you so good you won't even be able to think about tonight..."

the stretch of his girth is delicious as always—his cock bullies it's way far into your cunt, swollen mushroom-tip kissing your cervix as he fucks into you hard enough for your whimpers and cries to echo off of the room's walls and outside into the shithole of a fighting venue.

"sshit! f-fuck, moreee—m-more!" your nails dig into the flesh of his back, leaving scratches and marks trailing down his spine. "y-yeah?" he stutters, his hips never faltering as he snaps into you relentlessly. "ya'want me to fuck you d-dumb, sweet girl?"

another fervent nod.

your boyfriend's pace quickening, his thrusts increasing at a steady rate as he rhythmically fucks into your velvety walls harder than before—each drag of his cock earning a guttural moan from your bruised lips.

the ring of cream-like-slick around his arousal coated shaft warns him of your upcoming orgasm, alongside the unpredictable clenching of your cunt, egging on his own undoing. his thumb nudged at your clit, the palm of his hand applying a light pressure to the bulge fucking in and out of your lower abdomen.

"'gonna cum f'me?"

"y-yes! f-fuck, hah! 'm 'gonna cum... please!"

"anything for my sweet girl." he coos, skin still slapping against your own as waves of pleasure crash over the both of you—his hips still stuttering into you as the two of you ride our your highs... the knots in your stomachs unraveling and jumbling as his release paints your insides.

you tap at his bicep, signalling for him to pull out—a string of sticky cum connecting the two of you as you catch your breath.

chuu!

he places a kiss on to your puffy lips, "good job, baby." he chuckles, noticing your pout. "you're okay, right?" his laughter dies out as he reaches for a towel. "'not mad about your panties, are you, pretty?"

you let a small scoff bubble past your lips. "of course, I am... those were expensive."

"whatever," he chimes. you whine.

"i'll buy you a new pair... an even better pair, with our prize money from tonight." the boyish grin etches itself back into his lips as you playfully roll your eyes. "yeah... okay, ____."

park sunghoon: sim jaeyun: yang jungwon: choi beomgyu: kang taehyun: choi san: taesan: leehan: park gunwook: kim jiwoong: lee mark: haechan: lee jeno: whoever else your heart desires 🩷

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