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seungisms · 1 month ago

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( skz reaction ) orgasm denial/edging .ᐟ

🖇️📂 edging with skz during sex

genre: smut, minors dni, warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), edging, orgasm denial, size kink, bulging kink cause i said so, note: this is so dog, i’ve been too busy streaming p1h’s new ep oops 😼

방찬. BANG CHAN

chan can be soso mean with you sometimes :( he loves overstimulating your pussy until you’re left crying on his cock, swearing you can’t handle what he’s giving you but he’s determined to see how far he can push you until you break, see how much he can stuff your little cunt up until it’s full and struggling to fit around his dick. fucks you real slow and deep, making sure you can feel every vein and the curve of his cock kissing into your walls, forcing more of those cute gasps from your lips when he bullies his way into your cunt over and over. keeps a firm hand planted on your stomach, keeping you pinned to the bed while he’s balls deep inside of you and groaning underneath his breath when he could practically feel his dick bumping into you with every deep rut of his hips. and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from where you’re connected, pussy fighting against his cock with every thick inch he feeds into you, sensitive and sticky from his abuse. he loves fucking with your head, bullying your cunt for hours on end, not allowing you for a second to think you’ll find any form of release - all the while whispering sweet words against your lips, telling you how good you are for him, how if you be a little more patient he’s gonna give you everything you want, telling you how greedy you are but it’s okay cause it’s not your fault that he’s fucked you so dumb that the only thing you can think about is his cock 🥺 acting like it wasn’t making a complete mess of your creamy pussy.

리노. LEE MINHO

minho has an obsession with fucking you so dumb on his dick to the point that you’re cross eyed and shaking. likes seeing how far he can push you until both you and your little pussy is giving up. stretches you out on his fingers and forces you to beg for his dick before he even thinks about giving it to you, loving the way you wither and wriggle on his digits - grinding down to try to fuck yourself deeper on his fingers, just before he’s pulling away, swallowing your frustrated whines with a messy kiss, eating up all your whimpers and gasps as he once again leaves your pussy abandoned and empty. if you even think to try edging him he’ll make you regret it, grabbing you by the hips and forcing you back down onto his cock, using your pussy like his own personal fucktoy, muttering nasty words underneath his breath while bullying his cum into your cunt. “think you can tease me like that huh? gonna fill this little pussy up until you’re begging me to stop.” beg for him, sob, whimper, gasp, don’t be shy about it. maybe then he’ll let you cum. he’ll have you right on the edge everytime, the fat head of his cock pressing down on your sticky walls so impossibly deep that it has you seeing stars, tummy pooling with that familiar heat and he knows exactly when you’re about to cum. can feel your thighs trembling on either side of his hips, closing in around him and forcing him to stay buried deep inside your warm cunt - pussy suffocating around his dick and he almost contemplates showing himself some mercy and giving you exactly what you want - but he can’t give up the sight of your pretty eyes spilling over with tears when he rips your hope for orgasm away from you.

“c’mon baby, show me how bad you wanna cum. then maybe i’ll think about it.”

창빈. SEO CHANGBIN

likes edging himself in your pussy, seeing how long he can fuck you for until he’s cumming. he has an insane amount of stamina so this man can fuck for hours, stretching you out on his fingers and tongue for hours on end just to see that sweet fucked out look that slacks your pretty face, chest gasping for breath and cheeks flushed and lips whimpering his name like a prayer, begging for your sore cunt to be put out of it’s misery. and he loves it all, ignoring the painful swell of his dick as he makes a mess out of your sensitive pussy. nearly cums when he finally pushes into you, but with his big arms comes big self-restraint, locking his jaw and dragging you down by your waist until you were fully seated on his thick dick, stilling for just a moment and watching you crumble and gasp on his lap so he doesn’t spill this early on. pulls back out just to dip back in just an inch, just to watch you beg a little before he’s pounding straight back into you, fat cock working your pussy up towards another messy orgasm. you’re keening for him, whimpering a mixture of his name and endless pleas and it’s all just a little too much, going straight to his dick as he works you open. and he just won’t stop, won’t leave your little cunt alone for a second, fat fingers rubbing your clit as he bounces you on his dick, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re both sticky and coated in sweat and you’re spilling over with cum.

“such a tight little pussy, practically made for me.”

현진. HWANG HYUNJIN

truly such a menace. nothing gets him off more than edging you over and over while making you suck his dick - forcing you to swallow load after load of his cum before stroking his soft cock again, not paying any mind to the sensitivity of his dick when you play with him until he’s hard again - especially when he has the pretty sight of your fingers stroking your lonely pussy distracting him. tells you when to take them away, where to stroke, how deep you can go - anything to see that cute frustrated furrow between your brows, it’s even better when your mouth is full of cock. “you’re so pretty like this baby. nuh-uh, let me see that pussy, don’t go hiding it on me.” and all you can do is whimper and slobber on his dick, spreading your legs apart so he can get a good look as your fingers shallowly fuck into your cunt, curling and pinching at your clit in such an unsatisfyingly empty way that only something like his cock could fill and he knew this. and you’re always so pretty on your knees for him, cheeks flushed and eyes big and round and begging him to stop his torture, to tear your fingers away and replace them with his dick, to fuck you dumb on his cock until you don’t know your own name. but he likes playing with you too much, so he’ll just leave you there, dripping onto the carpet and void of a thick cock to fill you up.

“oh baby, so hungry for my dick. don’t worry, i’ll take care of you soon.”

한. HAN JISUNG

jisung loves when you edge him. he gets a little pathetic when he’s under you, cheeks flushed and eyes spilling over with tears from your incessant teasing that seems to be lasting for hours on end - chest heaving and half gasped sobs falling from his lips as his cock cries and twitches in your hold. “b-baby…c’mon, baby please. just sit on it, just lemme feel you a bit. please.” blubbering over his words, resisting the urge the thrust his hips up to fuck his cock in the fist you have wrapped around his length, pretty and red and drooling at the slit. but he’s addicted to the tension in his stomach, loves the ache of his dick and the sting of your mocking words as you fondle his cock. “my poor boy, you like this don’t you? like when i play with you, admit it.” and he can just squeeze his eyes shut in embarrassment, a sob catching in the back of his throat as his hips rut up on their on accord, precum spilling from the swollen tip and onto your fingers. complete one track mind as soon as you allow him between your legs, sinking into you and drunk solely on the warmth of your hot cunt suffocating his aching dick. he’s in near tears, whimpering your name between inchorent words over and over - constantly thanking you for finally letting him fuck you and it’s almost cute the way he completely melts the second he stretches you open, every ache and pain his poor cock just went through almost worth the relief your messy heaven provides him, sticky and warm and moulded just for him.

필릭스. LEE FELIX

felix is a giver through and through. prioritises your pleasure over his own, completely hyper focused on bringing your pretty pussy to orgasm again and again that he won’t pay any mind to the ache of his swollen cock, hard and laid forgotten against his thigh as his tongue prods and slobbers into your pussy. could probably cum from eating you out alone. your whimpers and gasps are just so sweet to his ears, going straight to his lonely cock that he can’t help but grind down onto the mattress he has you sprawled on, nails painfully digging into the plush flesh of your thighs as he keeps you spread wide and ready for him, working his jaw against your dripping cunt. but nothing beats the sight of you sat pretty on his dick, using it to chase after an orgasm he’s more than willing to give you. he won’t be able to stfu the whole time, gasping out vile curses as he fills you up, thanking you for letting him see you this way, telling you how good he’s gonna fuck you, how you don’t even have to lift a finger cause he’s gonna take such good care of you - and he’s just absolutely gone, so drunk on the crushing weight of your pussy suffocating his cock that he can’t even think straight. can hardly focus on anything but your cunt, so snug and warm and slick sucking his dick in and he can’t take his eyes off the way you’re struggling to take him, and he wonders how you’re so tight after all the times he’s fucked you well and good on his dick. gets so sloppy and messy the closer he is to cumming, but he does his best to hold out as long as he can - stimulating your little bud with his fingers as he works you open on his cock, twitching and swollen and filling you so well it has you mewling on his dick. and you have his sweet words talking you through it everytime.

“go on baby, i’ll give you it. i’ll give you it and more.”

승민. KIM SEUNGMIN

works you up to the point of tears. he has a mean streak and your pussy always seems to be the victim of his abuse, fucked and stretched and filled until he sees those pretty eyes gloss over, begging for some sort of mercy you know he’s not gonna give you. you’re such a sensitive little thing, one orgasm on his fingers and you’re already fucked out. “but baby, i haven’t even gotten you on my cock yet.” and he loves the little whimper you give in response, blubbering and begging and rutting your hips like the only thing you can focus on is the throb and emptiness of your pussy, kept company by the working of his mouth hot and slick against your cunt, practically making out with your tender nub. seungmin is a messy eater, drool and spit and arousal dripping from his chin as he nuzzles into your pussy, the tip of his nose bumping your clit and you just become even more insane, nothing short of a feral animal. hips bucking wildly against his mouth, legs trembling on his shoulders, grabbing fistfuls of hair to keep your grounded. and he just pulls away to tell you to cut it out or he’s not gonna let you cum. his torture is never ending, you nearly breath a sigh of relief when you’re finally seated on his cock, but he likes having fun with you too much. fucks into you with just his tip, puling out until the head is barely kissing the messy heaven between your thighs, rubbing against your clit and slicking it up with precum, taunting you with biting words, watching the way your pussy drips and twitches around the thick tip of his dick.

“give me a few more of those pretty tears and i’ll think about giving you what you want.”

아이엔. YANG JEONGIN

jeongin likes to act like has so much more self-control than he actually does. full of smug grins and mocking words when he’s playing with your little pussy, teeth nipping at your folds and fingers pumping into your creamy cunt - but he’s trying not to cum from the simple taste of you on his tongue, trying to ignore the way his cock was crying out for some sort of comfort, the kind of comfort only your pussy could provide. he stutters a lot, his cocky act slipping a bit when you whimper his name a little too prettily, or when he feels just how warm your pussy feels on his fingers, or when the ache of his dick is just too hard to ignore. he’s completely gone the second he’s pressing his cock into you, fingers curling into the bedsheets and pussy working overtime to accommodate his size, so big and thick and it’s a stretch, always close to being too much. he’s so pathetic once he’s inside you, fucking into you like a rabbit and tripping over his words, folding your legs against your chest, hitting you so deep it has him whimpering against your heated skin, face nuzzled and buried into your neck as he pounds into your overstimulated cunt - and if you tell him to stop he might just cry. he can’t last long anyway, thinking completely with his dick when he pulls away to look at your underneath him, fucked out and ready to fill your cunt up until it’s dripping out.

“you’re close too right? please, god, please cum for me and i’ll cum for you.”

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gotaksboyfie · 18 days ago

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maybe bf!gotak and 'think fast i'm a random girl' trend?

"think fast, i'm a random girl!"

go hyuntak, yeon sieun, ahn suho, park humin/baku, seo juntae, keum seongje, na baekjin

go hyuntak

» it takes a moment for the words to register, but he understands the reference quickly from a tiktok he saw a few days prior. he never thought you would do it on him though. luckily, he has the perfect plan

» dodges any attempts for you to touch/grab him, darting away with quick feet. even jumps onto some furniture too

» "don't touch me! i have a girlfriend!" he screams it while you're both laughing like madmen as he keeps slipping from your grasp, running around your furniture

» eventually you two end up tripping over each other, with you falling onto hyuntak's chest and knocking the air out of him

» "i'm.. telling my.. girlfriend." he wheezes out, out of breath from the impromptu chase session. he's too tired to push you off, so he just lays star-fished out on the ground

» you lift your head slightly to look him in the eye and hyuntak immediately takes an interest in the ceiling, still acting like you're a random girl

» "hm. you should've pushed me off but you passed. nine out of ten."

» "you think i have the strength to push you off while you ran after me like tom and jerry?! i should get full points," hyuntak pouts, flicking your forehead

» "minus two points for hurting your girlfriend."

yeon sieun

» ??????????

» has no clue what you're talking about. just stares confused as you try and explain the trend to him, but he just continues staring with a deadpan face

» "you.. want me to act like you're a random girl?"

» "yes! okay, pretend i'm a random girl from your cram school." you walk up to him and wrap your arm around his, leaning in for a kiss

» sieun rolls his eyes but plays along anyway, putting on his most stoic face for you. he proceeds to hand his notes over to you and untangle himself from you, effectively dodging all your moves.

» you stand still for a couple seconds, waiting for his next move. he just begins studying like nothing happened. well that was fast.

» "thats it?" you ask. that was so ... sieun.

» "you're just getting my notes. what else should i do?" sieun furrows his brows, genuinely confused. okay maybe in retrospect you should've clarified a little. sieun heard 'cram school' and his mind immediately thought of studying

» a semi-failed attempt because sieun is sieun. he scores an eight and a half out of ten for keeping it short and quick, you suppose.

ahn suho

» shrieks the second you step within a foot of him, already meters away in the blink of an eye

» "get away from me!" he takes up a defensive stance, cowering behind his arms

» "but i–" you don't even get three words in before suho interrupts you with a loud yell

» "not interested, lady!"

» somehow, somewhere, he got ahold of a frying pan in the few moments you took your eyes off him. now he just looked insane, waving it around your apartment while hooting and hollering

» you can't even get your words out with how hard you're laughing, tears forming in your eyes

» suho's act starts to fall when he notices, letting out giggles of his own. when you recollect yourself, he snaps back into character

» "don't look at me! i'm happily taken, i'll have you know!"

» "but can you help me?" you bat your eyes, hoping to lure him in for a kiss. there's not much to do when he has a frying pan, unless you want a concussion (though you both know he would never hurt you)

» "no can do!"

» after a stare-down between you and suho, you give a firm nod and a thumbs up. "ten out of ten. i raised you well."

» suho smirks and scoops you up in a bear hug, taking your feet off the floor for a few seconds. "so, can i get a reward for doing so well? or.."

baku

» you have to take multiple shots because baku keeps kissing you back and holding your waist too tenderly. he can't pretend for the life of him

» "babe, you have to pretend i'm not me."

» "but why?" sulks like a puppy each time you tell him he failed. after the third attempt (he just wanted kisses) he promises to actually do it

» "nope! i'm taken." his hand is holding your face pushing you away. you try to advance forward, but he's holding you completely in place with just a hand after a few seconds of struggling, he grabs you up by your ass and wraps your legs around him

» "can we do something funner now?" seems like you weren't the only one affect by the display of strength. horny bastard

» eleven out of ten for effectiveness (bonus point for the sex afterwards)

seo juntae

» similar ??? reaction to sieun. he's a bit (months) late to trends, so he hasn't caught wind of this one yet

» "but why would i do that baby? you're not just any random woman to me, you're–"

» you cut him off before he can wax poetics about you and how much you mean to him. "no, tae, it's like a trend. just pretend okay?"

» juntae pouts but agrees. he's surprised when you grab him by his face and press chaste kisses all over his face, melting into the touch for a moment before remembering what you wanted him to do

» "aah! wait, no!!" juntae pushes you off a little too hard, sending you to tumbling to the floor. he gasps and rushes to your side, "are you hurt?!"

» challenge is cut short when juntae is in tears over hurting you, and you reassure him it was fun and it really didn't hurt. he's too soft for his own good

» six out of ten for the delayed reaction, but he gets a ten out of ten in your heart

keum seongje

» "now why would i do that, sweetheart?"

» has seen the challenge one or two times, but always skipped it because it was boring. he doesn't understand why you want to do it, everyone already knows not to approach him (both men and women)

» "just do it, please?" you plead, putting on your best puppy eyes. seongje relents, and agrees to do it begrudgingly.

» "don't get mad at me for what i do, 'kay?" seongje raises an eyebrow at how excited you look. obviously he won't punch the shit out of you just for some 'trend', so he'll just stick to a watered down version of his actual reaction

» when you start walking towards him with your hands out—looking for a hug—he quickly swipes his feet to send you falling

» "whoops, didn't see you there." he says dryly, leaving you on the floor.

» you roll over onto your back, and look up at him. you laugh and give a thumbs up. he passed. "eight out of ten, good job." minus two points for not being straightforward about it

» "not a ten out of ten? i'm hurt sweetheart," seongje watches as you get up, dusting off your clothes. damn. and he thought he did good too. maybe he should've went for a light slap?

na baekjin

» a bit confused because 1. what the fuck is this trend and 2. he's so busy with union work and keeping his grades that he hasn't had time to doomscroll as much as you do

» you explain it to him, and he agrees to do it with you. he wasn't expecting you to launch towards him with puckered lips, landing a kiss on his cheek within seconds.

» keep a straight face and uses his notebook of motorcycle orders to swat at your face like a fly. "i have a girlfriend." he says, lightly patting your face with the rolled up notebook on each word

» not very effective on you, since you keep going anyways. but if it was any other girl they'd get scared off (probably). if it works, it works

» "eight point five out of ten, you were hitting me too lightly."

» "that's not fair!" everyone knows baekjin has the biggest soft spot for you, he can't bring himself to hurt you in the slightest. sucks for him though, he lost two points because of that

fin

a/n didn't really know how to write it bc i felt like it's be too short either way, so i decided to do multiple characters to make it less empty (;;;*_*)

alsooo it has come to my attention i've been neglecting my poor baby suho 💔 will be writing more of him in the future i promise! also psst what do we think of these style headcanons for these type of posts? would love some feedback ^___^

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4linos · 2 months ago

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the future in his eyes.

seo changbin x fem!reader

synopsis: after accidentally catching the bouquet at a wedding, changbin opens up about his feelings, revealing his quiet hopes for a future with you, no pressure, just love.

warnings: fluff, marriage/wedding talks, smut (towards the end), MDNI.

wc: 3374

The lights in the reception hall glow like soft stars, strung overhead in warm arcs that blur against the laughter and sparkle of champagne flutes. You're holding Changbin’s hand under the table, tracing slow circles on his palm while he listens to the groom's brother make an overly long, questionably sober speech.

You’re not really listening. Neither is Changbin, not fully.

He leans in close, murmuring in your ear, “If he starts crying again I’m going to cry, too. Out of secondhand embarrassment.”

You snort quietly. “You’re such a hater.”

He grins, cheek pressed against yours. “He used a metaphor about steering ships in storms for love. That’s a hate crime.”

You bite your lip to hold back your laugh, but it bubbles up anyway, full and bright, and he looks so pleased with himself for making you laugh like that, you can’t help but lean into him more. It's been like this all evening, stolen moments, shared glances, inside jokes spoken in half-whispers. The rest of the room blurs. You’re here together, like always.

Dating Changbin has always felt a little bit like that: like finding the eye of the storm and deciding to live there. He’s loud and chaotic and funny in every possible way, but with you, he’s soft. Constant. Safe.

So when the bride stands up and shouts, “Alright! Bouquet toss, let’s go!” you don’t think anything of it.

Until your best friend, the bride marches across the dance floor, grabs you by the wrist, and yanks you up from your seat like a woman on a mission.

You blink, startled. “Wait, what are you—”

She grins at Changbin across the table. “Borrowing her for a sec!”

You shoot him a panicked look, but he just raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. He lifts his wine glass toward you like he’s toasting your sudden kidnapping.

Your friend doesn’t even slow down. “You’re coming up front,” she says, pulling you toward the growing crowd of women forming a semi-circle behind her.

“I’m not catching that thing,” you protest, laughing nervously. “That’s not—seriously, I don’t need—”

“Oh shut up, it’s tradition,” she says, spinning to face you. “And besides, it’ll be funny. Just pretend to try.”

You freeze. “Funny?”

She gives you a pointed look. “You’ve been dating Changbin for 3 years. You think people aren’t already talking?”

Your stomach does something tight and wild. “That’s not—what does that have to do with anything?”

She shrugs, devilish. “Nothing. But imagine the look on his face if you caught it.”

You don’t know what to say to that. You know she’s teasing. Sort of. But it touches a nerve you didn’t expect to feel so exposed tonight.

You step into the circle of bouquet-hopefuls, half-laughing and half-nauseous. The bride turns her back, bouquet in hand, hyping up the crowd as someone starts a drumroll on the back of a chair.

You haven’t really talked about forever with Changbin. Not directly. There’s a rhythm to your relationship, steady, cozy, full of little rituals. Friday takeout. Sunday mornings spent making pancakes and fighting over what music to play. You say I love you like it’s breathing. You’ve built a world together.

But neither of you has dared crack that door open further. Not yet.

And across the room, you see him.

Changbin.

He’s now watching from the side of the dance floor with his jacket off, sleeves rolled up, hands in his pockets, dangerously attractive in that effortless way he always is when he’s not thinking about how good he looks.

“Alright, ladies! On three!” your best friend shouts, her back to you all, bouquet held high like a trophy.

“One!”

A wave of tension.

“Two!”

A few people crouch, arms ready.

“THREE!”

The bouquet flies into the air and you don’t move. You take a literal step back.

And it still lands in your hands.

It’s a perfect catch. Unintentional. A total accident.

Everyone screams.

You stare down at the bouquet in your hands like it personally betrayed you.

“Oh my god!” someone shrieks. “She caught it!”

Laughter erupts. A few of the other girls groan dramatically, one pretending to faint. There’s a chorus of oohs and claps and joking shouts about wedding bells, and you just stand there, frozen, cheeks flushed, bouquet clutched against your chest.

You don’t know what to do with your hands. You don’t know what to do with your face.

And then you look up and your eyes find Changbin.

He’s still standing on the edge of the dance floor.

Still staring at you.

But he’s not laughing.

His expression isn’t teasing, or smug, or even surprised.

He’s just… looking at you. Quietly. Like he’s seeing something he didn’t expect. Something that hit him harder than he thought it would.

And it’s not panic in his eyes.

It’s not even fear.

It’s something else.

Wonder, maybe.

A little awe.

And something warm.

Someone elbows him. and Changbin finally blinks like he’s just remembered how to move, laughing as he gets shoved from behind teasingly.

You feel like you’re burning. You hold the bouquet like it’s about to detonate and wave off the attention as best you can, ducking out of the circle, finding a quiet edge of the reception hall where people are more distracted with cake than your accidental brush with fate.

You’re halfway through convincing yourself that this doesn’t mean anything you’re dating, yes, but that doesn’t mean a flying bouquet from your best friend should cause this much emotional static, when you hear footsteps behind you.

You don’t turn around.

You don’t have to.

“You ran away,” Changbin says softly, just behind your shoulder.

You glance back at him. “I panicked.”

He smiles. “You looked cute.”

You roll your eyes, but your face is warm. “I looked like I caught something I wasn’t supposed to.”

He takes another step closer. You can feel the heat from his body even before he touches you, but then his hand grazes the small of your back just enough to ground you.

He looks down at the bouquet still in your hands. “You didn’t even try to catch it.”

“I know.”

“And yet…”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m telling you, it just flew at me.”

He grins. Then he goes quiet.

And for a few seconds, neither of you says anything.

You look down at the bouquet. It's a little frayed now from the fall, one flower slightly squished, the ribbon twisted, but still beautiful. Classic. Soft.

You don't realize you're fidgeting with it until he gently covers your hands with his.

“Hey,” he says, voice quieter now. “Can I tell you something weird?”

You glance up. “Since when do you ask first?”

That earns a small, lopsided smile. But he’s serious underneath.

“I liked it,” he says.

Your breath stutters. “Liked what?”

He nods toward the bouquet. “The sight of you. Holding that.”

You blink. The world slows.

He doesn’t look away. “I wasn’t expecting it. But it did something to me.”

You swallow. “Like… gave you a heart attack?”

“No.” He laughs softly, then shakes his head. “More like… it made something real.”

You’re not breathing.

He continues, gently, “I didn’t know I’d react like that. But when I saw you with it, it wasn’t like, ‘Oh no, we have to get married now.’” He meets your eyes. “It was more like… ‘Yeah. I’d be lucky as hell if someday, it was you.’”

Your heart cracks open like lightning down the middle of your chest.

Changbin keeps talking, like the words have been sitting heavy on his tongue for a while now, waiting for a moment to spill out.

“I think part of me’s been afraid to say anything because… what we have right now is so good. So easy. And I didn’t want to scare you. Or jinx it. Or make it heavier than it needs to be.”

You grip the bouquet tighter.

“But,” he adds, “seeing you with that stupid bundle of flowers made me realize… I do think about it. Not in some rushed way. Just… in the way you do when you’re really happy. When you can see it. A future. Not in sharp detail. Just… in feelings.”

He smiles, shy and small. “I liked how it looked on you. That kind of future.”

You’re quiet for a moment. The music in the background fades to a slow, romantic hum, barely a heartbeat above silence.

Then you whisper, “You didn’t scare me.”

He blinks. “No?”

You shake your head. “You kind of… undid me. But not scared.”

He exhales, relief warm on your cheek. You lean your forehead against his shoulder, bouquet still clutched between you.

After a moment, you add, “You’re right. It’s not rushed. It’s not even about marriage right now. It’s just… knowing we’re headed somewhere. Together.”

He wraps his arms around you. “Yeah. That.”

You let yourself melt into him, into the warmth, the scent of his cologne, the familiar way he holds you like you fit just right. People move around you. Music drifts. The night keeps going.

But here, right here, it’s still.

The reception has faded into the cozy kind of chaos that only happens after midnight. A few people are still dancing barefoot on the floor, someone’s passed out on a couch with a dessert plate balanced on their chest, and the DJ’s resorted to a late-night playlist of slow R&B and guilty pleasure pop.

You and Changbin have retreated outside, away from the buzz, onto a little stone terrace strung with fairy lights. The air’s cool, crisp, the kind that makes your skin hum after being warm all evening. You’re sitting on a bench, legs tucked under you, shoes long since abandoned. Changbin’s next to you, shoulder brushing yours, both of you wrapped in a silence that’s thick but comfortable.

He’s still holding the bouquet.

You had tried to joke about it earlier “You can’t just steal bridal flowers, you’re going to get cursed.” but he just smiled and kept it tucked under his arm like it belonged to him.

Now, he glances over at you and bumps your knee with his.

“You okay?” he asks again, voice soft. The fifth time tonight.

You smile, resting your cheek against the top of the bench. “I’m good.”

“Tired?”

“Happy.”

He hums. “Good.”

There’s a pause, and then, because your heart’s been fluttering all night and you want to make sure you didn’t imagine all of it, you say, “You meant what you said earlier? About… liking the way I looked? Holding it?”

He turns to you, eyes searching your face. “Yeah. I meant it.”

You shift to face him more fully, pulling your knees up, hoodie sleeves covering your hands. “I liked it too.”

He blinks. “You liked how you looked?”

You shake your head. “No. I liked what it made me feel.”

His eyebrows lift, just a little. “What’d it make you feel?”

You let out a breath, soft and real. “Like we were further along in life than we are. Like… I’d already walked down the aisle and you were waiting. And I wasn’t scared. I was just… calm.”

He goes still, gaze flicking to your mouth, your eyes, then back down to the bouquet in his lap. “That’s exactly how it felt for me,” he says. “Like something snapped into place in my brain and went, ‘Oh. So that’s what it looks like. That’s what it feels like.’”

He’s quiet for a second, thoughtful. “I’ve never felt that before. Not in a way that felt… safe.”

You reach over and take his hand in yours. His thumb immediately starts rubbing lazy circles across your palm.

The silence stretches. The air is cooler now, wind brushing against your skin, but you don’t shiver. His presence is warm enough.

Then, quietly, he adds, “I think part of me’s always felt like I had to earn the right to want something like that. Like I had to become something more before I was allowed to dream that big.”

You look at him. “You don’t have to earn love, Binnie.”

He doesn’t look at you right away. “I know. But… wanting forever with someone? That’s a big want. And you—” He swallows. “You’re the kind of person people imagine forever with. I’ve known that since the first time you stayed the night and stole all the covers.”

You blink. Your throat’s tight. “You really think that about me?”

He nods. “Yeah. And tonight just… confirmed it.”

You lean your head on his shoulder, heart full and aching in the best way. “It’s not just you. I’ve thought about it too. Quietly. In the back of my mind. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to ruin what we have now.”

He shifts to kiss the top of your head. “You wouldn’t ruin anything. Even if we’re not ready this second, it’s still… something we can want. Together.”

You smile. “You sound like a Hallmark card.”

“I’m trying to be vulnerable,” he groans, playfully dramatic.

“I like it,” you giggle, tugging his hand. “Keep going.”

He glances down at the bouquet again. “Alright. Here's my Hallmark moment. You know what I liked most about seeing you holding this?”

“What?”

He turns toward you, completely, one hand still in yours, the other resting against your cheek. “It didn’t feel like a hint. Or pressure. Or even a milestone. It just looked… right. Like watching someone pick up their coffee mug in the morning. Familiar. Easy.”

Your chest caves in a little at that. The simplicity. The truth of it.

You whisper, “I don’t think anyone’s ever made me feel that known before.”

He leans forward until his forehead rests against yours. “I want to know all of it. What forever looks like. With you.”

You kiss him, soft and slow and sweet because it’s too much, and not enough, and exactly what needs to happen.

When you pull back, he’s smiling. “So… can we keep the bouquet?”

You laugh. “It’s literally in your lap. You already claimed it.”

“I’m just saying,” he says, faux-casual, “we could dry it. Hang it upside down, press some petals. Make a whole thing of it. You know. A symbolic memory.”

You look at him, amused. “And when people ask why you have a dried bouquet on your bookshelf?”

“I’ll say it’s the first time I saw the future.”

You groan. “Now you’re the one being cheesy.”

“I’m romantic, babe,” he says, leaning back with a smug little grin. “Get it right.”

You roll your eyes. But you don’t let go of his hand.

You're both quiet on the ride home.

Not awkward quiet. Loaded quiet.

Changbin's hand is on your thigh the whole drive, thumb rubbing slow, hypnotic circles into your skin through the slit of your dress. His jaw is tight. Focused. But every red light makes his hand climb higher.

You feel like you're sitting on a secret.

Not just the teasing from the wedding, or the looks he gave you across the dance floor.

It's something heavier.

He liked the sight of you holding it.

He said that. And he meant it.

You don't say much once you're inside your apartment.

Shoes fall off at the door. The bouquet, still in your hand, gets set gently on the kitchen counter, like a piece of the night you're not ready to let go of yet.

He watches you from the doorway.

One hand in his pocket. Shirt half-untucked. Tie loose around his neck, just like it was when he gave you that look across the dance floor-the one that said I'm thinking things I shouldn't say in front of your friends.

You meet his eyes.

He's not smirking.

He's watching.

Like he's memorizing something.

And when you finally speak, it's just above a whisper.

"You've been quiet.”

He shrugs once, smile soft. "I'm thinking."

You step closer. "About what?"

"You."

The way he says it, it stops you.

"I keep thinking about how you looked," he continues.

"In that dress. Holding that bouquet like it wasn't meant for anyone else."

You look down, suddenly shy. "It was just a silly tradition."

"Maybe." He steps in. "But it didn't feel silly."

His fingers brush your arm, barely there. You feel it everywhere.

"It felt..." He hesitates, then settles on, "Right."

You swallow. The air between you buzzes with electricity.

And then, gently, he reaches for the zipper of your dress.

"Can I?"

You nod.

He doesn't tug. He lowers it slowly, carefully, like he's unwrapping something fragile. His fingers trail down your spine as the fabric loosens, and your body warms under his touch, your chest rising and falling in anticipation.

When he finally slips the dress from your shoulders, it pools at your feet.

You don't move.

You just watch him.

His eyes linger, not with lust, but with reverence.

As if he's trying to commit this moment to memory, not just the sight of your skin, but the softness in your face. The trust.

He exhales through his nose. "You're so beautiful."

You reach for his shirt, undoing the buttons slowly. One by one. Your fingers are shaking, but not from nerves.

From want.

From feeling too much all at once.

When his shirt hits the floor, you let your hands wander over his chest, his stomach, the curve of his waist. He shivers under your touch, but doesn't stop you.

He just murmurs, "Come here."

You fall into him like gravity.

His arms wrap around your bare back, and your mouth finds his with aching softness. The kiss is warm. Slow.

His lips part against yours like they've been waiting all night, and you sigh into him, deepening it naturally.

There's no rush.

No fumbling.

Just heat.

The kind that builds under your skin, steady and pulsing.

His hands explore like he's memorizing every dip and curve. Yours drag up his arms, into his hair, pulling him closer as your bodies press together, skin to skin, mouths moving in rhythm.

And all the while, you feel it: The undercurrent.

That electric, emotional weight between you-the unspoken I want yous, the quiet I love yous, the possibility of forever that neither of you is pretending not to feel anymore.

He kisses you like he's telling the truth with every breath.

He lifts you slowly, carries you to the bedroom, lays you down with a kind of reverence that makes your heart ache. His eyes never leave yours. Even as the last layers come off. Even as he slides in close, breath trembling, voice wrecked.

"This feels different," he whispers.

You nod. "It is different."

And it is.

It's not just sex tonight.

It's you and him, completely open. Stripped bare, not just in body but in everything that matters.

Your hands exploring. Your mouths rediscovering.

Your hearts steady beneath each touch.

It's slow.

And deep.

And full.

He moves inside you with care, with purpose. No rush.

No frantic pace. Just rhythm and breath and the overwhelming closeness of someone choosing you, again and again, in every slow thrust, every whispered word, every desperate kiss between moans.

You hold onto him like he's the only thing tethering you to the earth.

And when you both finally break-together, trembling and breathless, it's quiet. A sharp inhale. A soft cry. His forehead pressed to yours.

And after, he doesn't move.

He just stays wrapped around you, tangled in sheets and warmth, one hand stroking slow lines down your spine.

"You looked like the future tonight," he says softly.

You smile, cheek pressed to his shoulder. "You made it feel real."

It's late.

The room is still. But neither of you sleeps.

Because tonight is about something else entirely.

It's about wanting each other.

Not just physically, but in every single way that matters.

And neither of you is holding back anymore.

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ay4tou · 27 days ago

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Hello can i ask for lookism men reacts to reader forget to say i love you back (prank)?? that would be hilarious XD thank youu if you dont mind^^

lookism men reacting when you forget to say 'i love you' back

summary: you decided to do a little prank, turns out forgetting three little words is the fastest way to send several grown men into an emotional crisis.

author's note: took a bit too long on the request i got too carried away enjoying my break 💔 a lot of newer characters aren't here bc i genuinely don't know how to write them yet | masterlist

Daniel Park:

“I love you, don't forget to call me when you get home!"

You: “Okay. Bye.”

Pauses. Processes. Doesn’t say anything.

Says nothing for 10 minutes, then hits you with:

“Is this a test?”

You: “What?”

“A test of loyalty. Honesty. Trust. Emotional—”

He looked like a puppy, whining, drenched in the rain, getting told to stay outside the house because he destroyed the sofa. You feel so bad for him so you stay with him for 30 more minutes outside your house to calm down.

Gun Park:

“Love you.”

You: “Alright."

You blink, and he’s suddenly standing five inches closer.

“Say it.”

You: “Say what?”

“You know.”

Stares at you so hard your soul leaves your body, you say “I love you” with your full chest just to survive.

Goo Kim:

“Love you~”

You: “Mhm!”

“MHM???”

Starts spiraling instantly. Drops to the ground like a dying Victorian man.

“You said ‘mhm’ like I handed you a napkin, not my heart.”

Demands reparations in the form of 20 kisses.

Johan Seong:

"I love you."

You text: "Thanks, you too."

"You too..?"

Goes dead. Goes silent. Doesn't reply or even see your texts for a whole day.

You return home and see him glaring at you.

“I knew it. I was right all along. Trust is an illusion. Love is a scam.”

You comfort him and assure that it was just a prank, and after a while of convincing you still love him (of course you do), he breathes a sigh of relief.

You practically see Eden and Miro facepalming.

Zack Lee:

“Love you! See you later!”

You: “See ya!”

He stops. Blinks. Turns.

“…Wait.”

Follows you like a shadow. You lock the door? He stands outside. You go to work? He shows up during your lunch break.

“You forgot. I can wait. I’m patient. You’ll break before I do.”

Vasco:

“I love you!!” 🥺

You: “Hehe okay bye!”

He doesn’t move.

He just... stands there. For a while.

Then he goes to Jace:

“…Do you think they still love me even if they didn’t say it?”

Jace: panicking internally “THEY ABSOLUTELY DO.”

Jake Kim:

“Love you.”

You: “'Kay. Later!"

He nods. Then he realizes.

“Damn. That’s crazy.”

Lua overhears and with a stroke of luck (for Lua, not Jake) gossips to the girls at Big Deal street.

Word gets along fast in the street and Jake gets clowned in the groupchat within minutes.

Samuel Seo:

You: “Bye! I'll let you know when I get there.”

Samuel: “Sure. Love you.”

You wave and get on the elevator without saying it back.

He blinks.

...?

???

???????????????????

Loses his composure for a second but realizes he's in public and regains his nonchalance fairly quickly.

"Tch. Typical.”

Pretends he doesn’t care. Totally does.

Spends the rest of the day overthinking while fixing his hair in every mirror he passes.

DG/James Lee:

He texts it casually: “Love you.”

You: “Alright, later.”

Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t comment.

Just quietly nods and moves on.

But his next text to you is noticeably more formal.

“...Let me know when you get home.”

No emojis. No pet names.

That’s his code for: “I noticed. I’m not mad. But I noticed.”

Ryuhei Kuroda:

“Love you!"

You: “Okay, bye!”

Malfunctions instantly.

“No no no NO. Run that back. Say it again. With feeling. Full sentence. I’m not letting this slide.”

Dramatically reenacts the moment for the rest of the day like it’s a trauma flashback.

You kick him out of the house and begs you to take him back.

Jace Park:

"Bye. Love you."

You: "Mhm."

His first instinct? Apologize to you.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by saying it first I didn’t mean to rush anything unless you do love me then that’s cool but if not that’s okay too unless it’s not then—”

Send help. He’s spiraling respectfully.

Hudson Ahn:

"Love you."

"Okay, bye."

You stare at each other for 5 more seconds, like you both had something to say.

In the end, he just nods calmly.

Looks away.

You turn around and catch him brooding at the sky like he’s in a coming-of-age film.

“The stars don’t talk back either. I get it now.”

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kpoplustzone · 2 months ago

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Fucking my BF'S BOSS - Seo Yea Ji Smut

OC X SEO YEA JI

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The doorbell chimed, a sophisticated melody that echoed through the modern apartment. Seo Ye-ji, still slightly flushed from her action-packed day on set, adjusted the thin t-shirt she was wearing. It was one of her boyfriend, Min-jun’s, softest cotton tees, and it clung to her every curve, the fabric almost sheer against the delicate lace of her black bra. The studio lights had been unforgiving, and under this softer lighting, the full shape of her breasts was undeniably visible, the dark cups of her bra a stark contrast to the lighter fabric.

Min-jun rushed to the door, a nervous excitement in his step. “That must be Mr. Park!” he called out to Ye-ji, who was just stepping out of the kitchen with a bowl of steamed edamame. She offered him a warm smile. She was genuinely happy to meet his boss, a respected figure in the finance world, and she hoped her presence would make a good impression, maybe even open up some opportunities for Min-jun.

The door opened to reveal a distinguished man in his late forties, impeccably dressed even for a casual dinner. Mr. Park’s eyes immediately landed on Ye-ji, and a flicker of surprise, quickly masked by a polite smile, crossed his face. He extended a hand to Ye-ji, his gaze lingering a moment too long on her chest, the visible outline of her nipples peeking through the thin cotton.

“Seo Ye-ji-ssi,” he said, his voice a low rumble, a hint of admiration in his tone. “It’s an absolute pleasure. Min-jun has told me so much about you, and I must say, you are even more radiant in person.” His eyes flicked down again, a subtle but unmistakable appraisal of her figure in the revealing t-shirt. He couldn’t help but notice the way the soft cotton molded to the prominent swell of her breasts, the shadow of her cleavage clearly defined, the dark lace of her bra a tantalizing frame. He found himself momentarily speechless, captivated by her effortless beauty and the unintentional yet potent sensuality of her casual attire.

Seo Ye-ji, accustomed to the intense gazes of fans and the scrutinizing lens of the camera, was no stranger to being looked at. But there was a raw, unadulterated hunger in Mr. Park’s eyes that was different. She could feel his gaze tracing the lines of her body beneath the clinging t-shirt, lingering on the prominent peaks of her breasts pushing against the soft cotton, the subtle sway of her hips as she had walked from the kitchen. A faint smile played on her lips. Usually, such blatant ogling would have elicited a sharp retort or a feeling of discomfort. Her body, honed from years of disciplined training for action roles, with its subtly defined muscles and the natural curve of her full breasts, was hers to command, not to be freely devoured by wandering eyes.

Yet, there was something undeniably arousing about the way Mr. Park, a man of considerable power and influence, couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. The sheer lack of pretense in his lust, the way his gaze lingered so openly on her exposed form, sent a strange heat pooling in her lower abdomen. She knew her t-shirt was revealing, the thin fabric practically transparent against her black lace bra, showcasing the rounded fullness of her breasts and the dark circles of her nipples straining against the delicate material. It was a casual look for a relaxed dinner, but under Mr. Park’s intense scrutiny, it felt charged with a different kind of energy. A small shiver traced its way down her spine. The knowledge that this powerful man, someone who could significantly impact her career, was so openly lusting after her body awakened a complicated mix of vulnerability and a secret, illicit thrill.

As Min-jun turned towards the kitchen, busying himself with pouring drinks, Mr. Park leaned slightly closer to Ye-ji. His eyes dropped again to her chest, and this time, a knowing smirk played on his lips. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive whisper that only she could hear amidst the clinking of glasses. “That t-shirt… it’s certainly a very… generous offering, Ye-ji-ssi. Are you trying to distract your boyfriend’s boss?”

Ye-ji felt a jolt of shock, her eyes widening almost imperceptibly. The directness of his comment, the blatant acknowledgment of her revealing attire, took her by surprise. Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced quickly towards the kitchen, making sure Min-jun’s back was still turned. A nervous laugh bubbled up in her throat, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange sense of being caught.

“Oh, no, Mr. Park,” she replied, her voice a little breathier than usual, trying to keep it light and casual. “It’s just… comfortable. I came straight from a shoot.” She subtly adjusted the neckline of the t-shirt, a reflexive gesture, though she knew it was futile in concealing the obvious.

Mr. Park’s eyes followed her movement, a predatory gleam in them. “Comfortable for you, perhaps. But for a man with eyes… it’s quite… stimulating.” He reached out a hand, and this time, his fingers brushed against her arm again, but lingered a fraction longer, his thumb lightly stroking her bare skin. Ye-ji’s breath caught in her throat. She looked around quickly, ensuring Min-jun was still occupied in the kitchen, completely oblivious to the charged interaction happening just a few feet away. A strange thrill, mixed with a growing sense of unease, coursed through her. This dinner was taking a turn she hadn’t anticipated.

As they settled around the polished wooden dining table – Ye-ji and Min-jun on one side, and Mr. Park facing them – the initial conversation was polite and focused on pleasantries. They discussed Ye-ji’s recent shooting schedule, Mr. Park’s work in finance, and Min-jun’s aspirations within his company. Ye-ji found herself subtly observing Mr. Park, noticing the way his eyes would occasionally flick downwards, lingering on her chest even through the slightly less revealing angle from across the table.

As the conversation flowed, punctuated by Min-jun’s eager contributions, Mr. Park’s boldness began to subtly escalate. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Ye-ji’s face as she spoke, but there was an intensity in his stare that made her skin prickle. Then, under the cover of the tablecloth, it happened. Ye-ji suddenly felt a soft pressure against her bare calf. Her eyes flicked down instinctively, but she couldn't see anything. A moment later, the pressure returned, a slow, deliberate stroke moving upwards along her bare leg. Her breath caught in her throat. Mr. Park’s leg.

His touch continued its insidious journey, sliding past her knee and onto her inner thigh beneath the hem of her short skirt. Ye-ji’s heart hammered against her ribs. She glanced up at Mr. Park, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and a burgeoning panic. He maintained eye contact with her, a knowing, predatory smirk playing on his lips, completely unconcerned that Min-jun was mid-sentence, enthusiastically describing his latest project.

Mr. Park’s leg pressed more firmly against her inner thigh, his toes now subtly teasing the delicate skin higher and higher. Ye-ji instinctively squeezed her legs together, a reflexive attempt to block his unwelcome advance. The pressure only intensified, his toes now dangerously close to the hem of her panties. She subtly shifted in her seat, trying to create some distance, but Mr. Park’s leg moved with her, an insistent, possessive probe. A wave of heat washed over Ye-ji, a potent blend of fear and a strange, unwanted flicker of arousal at the audacity of his move. She had to do something, but Min-jun was right there, completely oblivious to the blatant sexual harassment happening beneath the table. The casual dinner had become a terrifying and thrilling game of cat and mouse, played out under the guise of polite conversation.

Despite her initial shock and the instinctive urge to pull away, a strange shift began to occur within Ye-ji. Mr. Park’s touch, while initially unwanted, carried a certain confidence, a sense of power that was hard to ignore. The illicit nature of the act, the risk of being discovered by Min-jun who was still enthusiastically talking about work, sent a nervous flutter through her that was increasingly tinged with excitement.

As Mr. Park’s toes continued their teasing journey higher up her thigh, getting dangerously close to the edge of her underwear, Ye-ji found her own legs relaxing slightly, the initial tension easing. She subtly angled her knee outwards, offering him more access, a silent, almost unconscious invitation to continue. The heat between her legs intensified, a familiar ache of arousal beginning to bloom.

Mr. Park’s smirk widened almost imperceptibly, a silent acknowledgment of her change in posture. His toes now gently brushed against the lace of her panties, a deliberate, tantalizing tease. Ye-ji’s breath grew shallower, and she could feel her nipples hardening beneath her top. The forbidden thrill of the situation, the powerful boss secretly pleasuring her under the table while her oblivious boyfriend chatted away, was becoming overwhelmingly arousing. She clenched her jaw slightly, a small, almost imperceptible tremor running through her body, a clear sign of her surrender to the illicit excitement of the moment.

"Min-jun was just telling me about your upcoming role in that new action film, Ye-ji-ssi," Mr. Park said, a sly glint in his eyes as his foot continued its subtle exploration between her thighs. "It sounds like it will require a lot of… stamina. Are you preparing yourself adequately for the physical demands?" His toes brushed against the lace of her panties, a deliberate provocation.

Ye-ji's breath hitched. She met Mr. Park's gaze, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "Oh, yes, Mr. Park," she replied, her voice a little breathier than usual. "I've been doing a lot of… conditioning. Making sure I'm limber and ready for any… intense scenes." She subtly shifted her legs, offering him a little more access. "It's all about finding the right rhythm and knowing how to… handle the pressure."

Min-jun beamed, completely missing the underlying current. "She's incredibly dedicated, Mr. Park! She trains for hours. Really pushes herself to the limit to be in peak… performance."

Mr. Park chuckled, his gaze never leaving Ye-ji's. "I'm sure she does, Min-jun. It takes a special kind of talent to maintain such… exquisite form. And I imagine, Ye-ji-ssi, you have to be very careful about who you allow to… assist you with your warm-ups." His toes gently teased the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Ye-ji’s pulse quickened. "Indeed, Mr. Park," she purred, her eyes locking with his. "It's crucial to have someone who understands the… intricacies of the process. Someone who knows exactly where to apply the… right amount of force to achieve the best results." She subtly pressed her legs together, trapping his foot between them, savoring the feel of his toes against her moistening core.

Min-jun nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! She even has a special stretching routine. Says it's the key to her… flexibility and endurance."

Mr. Park’s foot pressed a little harder, his toes now gently massaging her through the thin fabric of her panties. "I'm sure it is, Min-jun. Some exercises require a more… intimate approach, wouldn't you agree, Ye-ji-ssi? A closer connection, perhaps, to truly feel the… benefits."

Ye-ji could barely contain a shiver, the sensations between her legs becoming increasingly intense. "Absolutely, Mr. Park," she replied, her voice a husky whisper. "Sometimes, the best way to achieve… peak performance is through a very… hands-on approach."

You know, Mr. Park," Ye-ji said, tilting her head with a seemingly innocent expression, "Min-jun here is such a hard worker. He puts in so much effort, but sometimes… he just doesn't quite have the… reach needed to truly excel in his field." Her eyes flickered to Mr. Park, the double entendre unmistakable. Under the table, Mr. Park’s toes had slipped further, now nestled directly against her dampening core.

Mr. Park chuckled knowingly. "Ah, yes," he replied, his gaze fixed on Ye-ji with undisguised admiration. "Effort is commendable, but sometimes you need a more… experienced hand to guide you. Someone with the right… tool for the job to truly penetrate the market, wouldn't you agree?" His foot pressed gently against her.

Min-jun laughed good-naturedly, completely oblivious. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean? Are you guys saying I'm not good at my job?"

Ye-ji offered Min-jun a sweet, placating smile. "Oh, honey, no! We're just saying that sometimes, a little extra… support from the top can make all the difference in achieving your goals." Under the table, her fingers discreetly reached down under her skirt. With a slow, deliberate movement, she nudged the elastic band of her panties aside, creating a slightly wider opening, a direct invitation for Mr. Park's exploring toes.

Mr. Park's eyes darkened with lust as he subtly adjusted his leg, his toes now making direct contact with her bare, moist flesh. A thrill shot through Ye-ji, a potent combination of the forbidden and the intensely arousing. She met Mr. Park's gaze, a silent understanding passing between them.

"Exactly, Min-jun," Mr. Park continued smoothly, his foot now gently stroking her exposed vulva. "It's about having the right connections and knowing how to… handle certain situations with… finesse. Sometimes, you need to be willing to go the extra mile, to offer a little… something extra to truly impress the right people." His toes brushed against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through Ye-ji.

Ye-ji leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table, her gaze fixed on Mr. Park, a sensual smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I completely agree, Mr. Park," she purred, her voice a little husky. "Sometimes, a little… exposure in the right circumstances can lead to very… rewarding outcomes." Under the table, she subtly spread her legs a fraction more, giving Mr. Park even greater access, reveling in the feel of his insistent touch against her increasingly wet pussy. Min-jun just chuckled, shaking his head. "You guys are incorrigible!"

“Let me go start on dinner,” Ye-ji announced, pushing back her chair with a graceful movement. Mr. Park’s leg, which had been delightfully tormenting her under the table, reluctantly retreated. She stood, the short hem of her skirt swirling around her thighs.

“Oh, let me help you,” Mr. Park offered quickly, turning to Min-jun with a disarming smile. “I’m quite the accomplished cook myself, Min-jun. I wouldn’t want your beautiful girlfriend slaving away in the kitchen.” He stood up smoothly, his eyes never leaving Ye-ji as he gestured towards the doorway to the kitchen.

Ye-ji hesitated for a split second, a flicker of apprehension mixed with the lingering thrill of their under-the-table encounter. But she offered a polite smile. “That would be lovely, Mr. Park. Thank you.”

She led the way into the brightly lit kitchen. As she turned to face the counter, gathering ingredients, she felt Mr. Park step in close behind her, the heat of his body radiating against her back. Before she could even register his intention, his hands shot out, firmly grabbing both cheeks of her ass under her short skirt.

Ye-ji gasped, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips. Her body went rigid with shock. “Mr. Park!” she exclaimed, her voice a hushed but firm chide. She tried to pull away, her hands instinctively reaching back to try and dislodge his grip. “Min-jun is right there, watching TV! What do you think you’re doing?” Her heart hammered against her ribs, a potent mix of fear and a renewed surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. The audacity of his move, so sudden and blatant, left her momentarily stunned.

Mr. Park chuckled softly, his grip firm and possessive on her rounded flesh. He squeezed gently, his thumbs rubbing against the curve where her thigh met her buttock. “Resisting already, Ye-ji-ssi?” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “But I have a feeling you’re enjoying this more than you let on.” His fingers subtly dug into her cheeks, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his touch.

Ye-ji’s initial shock was quickly being replaced by a confusing wave of heat. Despite the audacity of his actions and the risk of Min-jun walking in at any moment, her body was starting to respond. A familiar warmth was pooling low in her abdomen, and her nipples were tingling beneath her t-shirt. She still knew she should protest, should push him away, but the thrill of the forbidden and the undeniable power dynamic at play had begun to erode her resistance.

“Mr. Park, please,” she whispered, her voice losing some of its initial firmness, now laced with a hint of breathlessness. “Min-jun could come in…”

“Let him,” Mr. Park said, his grip tightening momentarily. “Or perhaps… let’s keep it our little secret.” He shifted his hands, one still firmly planted on her ass cheek while the other slid slightly higher, his fingers now tracing the line where her skirt met the top of her thigh, dangerously close to her underwear.

Ye-ji bit her lip, her internal struggle evident on her face. She knew this was wrong, a clear violation of boundaries. Yet, the sensation of his hands on her body, the boldness of his touch, was igniting a fire within her. She tried to focus on the task at hand, reaching for the gochujang paste in the cupboard, her movements jerky and uncoordinated. Her mind was racing, a chaotic mix of fear, excitement, and a growing sense of surrender.

As she reached for a knife to chop vegetables, Mr. Park’s hand on her ass cheek gave another firm squeeze, his fingers subtly digging into her flesh. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. She quickly cleared her throat, hoping Min-jun hadn’t heard from the living room. “I… I need to focus on the food,” she stammered, her voice trembling slightly.

Mr. Park’s chuckle was low and knowing. “Go ahead, Ye-ji-ssi. Cook for us. I’ll just… admire the view.” His fingers then slipped further down her thigh, the tips now brushing against the lace of her panties, sending a jolt of pure sensation through her. Ye-ji’s body reacted instantly, a sudden surge of wetness between her legs. She pressed her thighs together slightly, trying to contain the growing arousal, but the feeling of his hand against her ass, so intimately close to her core, was making it increasingly difficult to maintain any pretense of resistance.

Mr. Park’s fingers on her thigh edged higher, the lace of her panties a mere barrier now. The cool air of the kitchen brushed against the exposed skin where the fabric had shifted. Ye-ji could feel the heat radiating from his hand on her ass, the possessive pressure sending shivers of a conflicting mix of fear and desire through her. The scent of the gochujang, sharp and spicy, filled the air, mingling with the subtle, almost metallic tang of her own arousal.

“You’re flustered, Ye-ji-ssi,” Mr. Park murmured, his voice a low rumble right against her ear, his lips so close she could feel the warmth of his breath. “Does the thought of me… enjoying your assets while you prepare dinner for your boyfriend… excite you?” His thumb, with deliberate slowness, traced the outline of her ass cheek.

Ye-ji’s hands trembled slightly as she tried to slice a scallion. The sharp edge of the knife felt suddenly precarious. “Mr. Park, please… we shouldn’t…” But the protest lacked conviction, her body already betraying her words. Her nipples were now hard points pressing against the thin cotton of Min-jun’s t-shirt, and a wet warmth pulsed between her thighs.

Mr. Park’s other hand left her thigh and moved to her side, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of her waist, then slowly sliding upwards, his knuckles grazing the underside of her breast. Ye-ji’s breath hitched. She could feel the heat of his touch through the fabric, imagining the sensation of his bare skin against hers. The sizzling of oil in a nearby pan seemed to amplify the tension in the small kitchen.

“Don’t worry, Ye-ji-ssi,” he whispered, his fingers now gently cupping the side of her breast, his thumb brushing against her hardened nipple through the t-shirt. “Our little secret. Think of it as… adding a little spice to the evening.” His thumb started to rub lightly, and a soft moan escaped Ye-ji’s lips before she could suppress it. She quickly coughed, hoping the sound would be masked by the whir of the range hood fan. The vibrant red of the gochujang in the bowl suddenly seemed to mirror the flush creeping up her neck.

As Min-jun’s footsteps approached the kitchen entrance, Mr. Park instantly shifted his posture, stepping closer to the counter as if intently observing the ingredients Ye-ji was preparing. He reached out a hand, his fingers hovering near the bowl of gochujang. “Perhaps a little more of this, Ye-ji-ssi?” he said, his voice now loud and jovial, directed towards Min-jun as he entered the kitchen.

Min-jun leaned against the doorway, a smile on his face. “Smells delicious! You two are quite the team in the kitchen.” He seemed completely unsuspecting, his attention focused on the food.

Under the guise of pointing at a specific ingredient, Mr. Park’s hand brushed against Ye-ji’s, his fingers briefly squeezing hers before moving towards the bowl. But as his other hand rested on the counter near her, his thumb subtly traced the curve of her hip, just beneath the hem of her t-shirt, a silent continuation of their illicit game. Ye-ji’s breath caught in her throat. She forced a smile for Min-jun, trying to appear normal, while the sensation of Mr. Park’s thumb grazing her skin sent a shiver down her spine.

“Mr. Park was just giving me some tips,” Ye-ji said, her voice a little higher than usual. She reached for a knife, her hand slightly trembling.

Mr. Park chuckled, his eyes meeting Ye-ji’s for a fleeting moment, a predatory gleam in their depths. “Indeed. Making sure Ye-ji-ssi’s technique is… up to par.” He then moved slightly, positioning himself to her side, ostensibly to look at the vegetables she was chopping. As he did so, his arm brushed against her breast, a lingering contact that made her nipples harden even further.

“You seem to be handling that knife very skillfully, Ye-ji-ssi,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear again, his voice just a whisper. “Are you always so… precise with your movements?” His hand then subtly moved down her back, his fingers trailing along her spine, a path that led directly to the waistband of her skirt.

Ye-ji’s heart pounded against her ribs. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain eye contact with Min-jun, who was now reaching into the refrigerator for a beer. “Years of practice,” she managed to reply, her voice a little shaky. Under her skirt, she could feel Mr. Park’s fingers dipping just beneath the elastic, the tips lightly brushing against the top of her bare ass. The risk of Min-jun turning around and seeing them was almost unbearable, yet the thrill was undeniable.

“Well, I must say,” Min-jun said, popping open his beer, “this is quite the treat. My two favorite people cooking together.” He took a swig, completely oblivious to the electric tension simmering just a few feet away.

Mr. Park chuckled again, his fingers now gently kneading Ye-ji’s buttock beneath her skirt. “The pleasure is all mine, Min-jun. Especially when the view is this… inspiring.” His gaze lingered on Ye-ji’s face, a silent promise of more to come in his eyes.

Mr. Park’s fingers, now fully beneath the hem of Ye-ji’s skirt, slid lower, his middle finger dipping into the soft crease between her buttocks. A gasp caught in Ye-ji’s throat, and she gripped the countertop tighter, her knuckles white. The sizzling of the kimchi jjigae on the stove suddenly sounded deafening in the small kitchen.

“That’s a very nice… curve you have there, Ye-ji-ssi,” Mr. Park murmured, his voice low and husky, his thumb now gently pressing against the thin fabric of her panties, right over her dampening core. “Very… touchable.”

Ye-ji forced a smile for Min-jun, who was now watching her intently. “Just making sure I don’t burn anything,” she said, her voice a little shaky. She reached for a spoon, her hand brushing against Mr. Park’s arm. She subtly pressed her fingers against his bicep for a fleeting moment, a silent acknowledgment of his boldness.

Mr. Park’s foot under the table then nudged her inner thigh again, this time with a more insistent pressure, his toes gently separating her slightly parted legs. He leaned in closer to Ye-ji, pretending to examine the vegetables she was chopping. “Are you enjoying your time… on set, Ye-ji-ssi?” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “Is there a lot of… action?” His fingers on her buttock gave a slow, deliberate squeeze.

Ye-ji’s pulse pounded in her ears. “Yes, Mr. Park,” she managed to reply, her voice barely above a whisper. “Quite a bit. It can get… very physical.” Under the table, she subtly shifted her weight, pressing her wetness against his exploring toes.

Min-jun, ever the innocent bystander, chuckled. “She comes home exhausted sometimes! Says it’s more tiring than any workout.”

“Ah, but a good kind of tired, I’m sure,” Mr. Park said, his gaze fixed on Ye-ji’s flushed face. His hand on her back then slid lower again, his fingers now dipping inside the waistband of her skirt, his thumb finding the top of her panties and gently tugging them down a fraction. Ye-ji gasped softly, her eyes widening with a mixture of shock and intense arousal. She quickly turned towards the stove, pretending to stir the pot, her back now pressed against Mr. Park’s hand, savoring the feeling of his fingers so intimately close to her core. The savory aroma of the Korean stew filled the air, a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic tension simmering between Ye-ji and her boyfriend’s boss.

Mr. Park’s fingers, already nestled beneath the waistband of Ye-ji’s skirt, subtly shifted their target. While Min-jun turned to rummage through the refrigerator, his back completely to them, Mr. Park’s thumb slid downwards, encountering the soft, moist fabric of her panties. With a deliberate slowness that amplified the anticipation, he gently pushed the fabric aside, his fingertip making direct contact with Ye-ji’s swollen, wet flesh.

A sharp intake of breath escaped Ye-ji’s lips, and she gripped the edge of the counter so tightly her knuckles turned white. The sudden directness of his touch, the sheer audacity of it with Min-jun just a few feet away, sent a jolt of pure electricity through her body. The aroma of sizzling garlic in the pan suddenly seemed overpowering, and the vibrant colours of the vegetables on the cutting board blurred in her vision.

“You’re a little… damp, Ye-ji-ssi,” Mr. Park murmured, his voice a low, suggestive purr that barely carried above the quiet hum of the refrigerator. His fingertip began to gently trace the sensitive folds of her vulva, a slow, tantalizing caress.

Ye-ji squeezed her eyes shut for a fleeting moment, trying to regain her composure. “Mr. Park… please… he could turn around…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Mr. Park’s thumb then pressed lightly against her clit, sending a wave of intense pleasure radiating through her. “But he hasn’t, has he?” he replied, his tone laced with a confident possessiveness. “And you know you want me to, don’t you?” His fingertip began to rub gently, a small, insistent circle that made her legs feel weak and watery.

Mr. Park’s fingertip delved deeper, finding the slick entrance to her core. He explored gently at first, tracing the delicate inner lips, feeling the swollen, throbbing flesh beneath his touch. Ye-ji’s breath hitched again, and a soft whimper escaped her, a sound she quickly tried to cover with a forced cough. The stainless-steel countertop felt cold against her clenched hands, a stark contrast to the burning heat Mr. Park was igniting within her.

His pace quickened slightly, his finger now stroking in and out with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each movement sent shivers of pleasure cascading through her body, making her legs feel increasingly unstable. She leaned more heavily against Mr. Park’s arm, the solid feel of his muscles a necessary anchor in the storm of sensations he was creating. The scent of sesame oil and soy sauce filled the air, mingling with the musky, almost primal aroma of her own arousal.

Mr. Park’s thumb continued its teasing dance against her clitoris, the small, sensitive nub now throbbing insistently. Ye-ji’s head fell back slightly, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused entirely on the exquisite torture he was inflicting. She imagined Min-jun just a few feet away, completely oblivious to the intense intimacy she was sharing with his boss. The risk of discovery only amplified the thrill, adding a layer of forbidden excitement to the encounter. Her body was singing, every nerve ending on high alert, completely consumed by the masterful touch of Mr. Park’s single finger. She was trembling from head to toe, a delicate vibration that ran through her entire frame, a clear testament to the potent pleasure he was so expertly delivering

“Feeling that nice and wet for me, Ye-ji-ssi?” Mr. Park murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against her ear. His fingertip continued its teasing dance, now pressing a little harder against her swollen flesh. “You know you want me to slide another finger in there, don’t you? Really stretch you out for me.”

Ye-ji’s breath hitched, a shudder rippling through her body. “Oh, God, Mr. Park…” she whispered back, her voice thick with arousal. She tilted her head back, her eyes half-closed, a flush creeping up her neck. “You have no idea how much… Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” The need for more was a desperate, clawing sensation in her core.

Ye-ji’s trembling intensified, her moans becoming more frequent and less controlled. Her hips began to subtly rock against Mr. Park’s hand, seeking a deeper, more insistent pressure. She was so close, the pulsating waves of her impending climax washing over her in delicious, dizzying surges. Just a few more strokes, she thought, just a little more…

“Hey! You two in there?” Min-jun’s voice called from the living room, startling Ye-ji so violently that her body tensed. “Dinner’s almost ready! We should eat before it gets too late.”

A wave of pure, unadulterated fury washed over Ye-ji, so intense it almost felt physical. Her eyes snapped open, a flash of raw anger replacing the lustful haze. He has got to be kidding me! The blissful sensations that had been building to a fever pitch were abruptly cut off, leaving her frustrated and aching with unfulfilled desire

Ye-ji’s breath hitched, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips. She loved Min-jun, she truly did. He was kind, supportive, and their relationship was comfortable and easy. But in that moment, with Mr. Park’s skilled finger still teasing her so intimately, she couldn’t deny the raw, visceral pull of desire. Min-jun was sweet, but he wasn’t… like this. Just the way Mr. Park had touched her, with such confident expertise, had brought her closer to the edge than Min-jun ever had with just his fingers. The interruption was a wave of cold water over a burning fire, not because she resented Min-jun as a person, but because her body had been so tantalizingly close to release, a release that this powerful, unexpected encounter was promising. She glanced at Mr. Park, a complicated mix of embarrassment and lingering desire swirling within her. He had awakened something primal in her, a craving that her steady, loving boyfriend simply didn't satisfy in the same intense way.

Mr. Park slowly withdrew his fingers from beneath Ye-ji’s skirt, his gaze never leaving hers. He brought his hand up, displaying his fingertips, which were glistening with her own slick secretions. A thick, viscous trail clung to his skin, catching the light. Ye-ji’s eyes were glued to his hand, a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and a potent wave of arousal washing over her. It was a blatant display of their secret intimacy, laid bare in her boyfriend’s kitchen.

For a long moment, she could only stare, her breath caught in her throat. The reality of what had just transpired, the sheer brazenness of it, hung heavy in the air. Then, with a deliberate slowness, Mr. Park reached out his hand again. This time, instead of going under her skirt, his fingertips gently brushed against her lips.

Ye-ji’s body instantly responded, a tremor of pleasure running through her once more. Her eyelids fluttered, and a soft moan escaped her throat. The sensation of his finger, slick with her own essence, against her mouth was intensely arousing. Almost instinctively, she parted her lips slightly.

Mr. Park didn’t hesitate. He slid his finger into her mouth, the taste of her own juices surprisingly potent on her tongue. Her eyes locked with his as she gently sucked on his finger, cleaning away every last drop. The act felt both intimate and incredibly debasing, a silent acknowledgment of the power he held over her in that moment. The metallic tang of her arousal filled her mouth, a raw reminder of the forbidden pleasure they had just shared.

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dadyscumslutprincess20 · 2 years ago

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S2 cha hyun su smut with female reader where his monster side takes control and it involves a breeding kink with overstimulation 🥰 ( he would make an amazing daddy after watching s2 please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks this)

Cha Hyun Su X Fem Reader

Bold: Monster side , regular: Hyun Su

Genre: Smut

Breeding

Warning ⚠️: Breeding kink, overstimulation , teasing , fingering

Small summary: After Hyun su broke free from the soldiers , he ended up running into Seo Yi-Kyung , who had just given birth to her baby girl , Ah-Yi , Soon realizing that the small girl was born part monster , as Seo Yi-Kung leaves the girl to Hyun Su for the time being , Months later both reader and Hyun su reunite as he tells her everything that happened since she’s been away , a year later as you watch over Hyun su who takes care of the now 14 year old girl like she was his own always being there when Seo Yi-king wasn’t , today you and Hyun su were with Ah-Yi as you watch there father- daughter bond , soon realizing you want a child of your own

It’s now been a year since you reunited with Hyun su , at the time you thought that you were to late , that he found a lover since he was holding a small child in his arms

As you were washing yours , Ah-Yi and Hyun Su’s clothes , well what remained of his clothes , almost all of his remaining shirts now hold holes and rips in them due to his wing that forms when his in his monster form

Carefully soaking the shirt in water a few times before squeezing the water from the shirt , placing it in the crate with the other clean clothes , standing to your feet as your pick up the crate now full of clean clothes as Ah-Yi pink gloves sit safety at the top now clean as ready to be dried

Walking down the hall as you headed for the hanging room as you careful place the crate on the floor , heading for the dresser that was the only thing left behind , quickly grabbing the clips on top of the dresser as you head towards the crate full of clothes

Carefully grabbing Ah-Yi gloves as you place them over the rack , since they were held by a string it was easier to just hand them over the hanging rack/string , carefully grabbing the next pair of clothing as you hang each clothes with 1-2 clips

Once you were dinged with the last piece of clothing you carefully pick up the cadre placing it by the door as you head out the room deciding to leave the door open a bit

You were lucky enough to find a small home hidden not to far from the small garden that Ah-Yi liked to hang out in , it also wasn’t to far from the boat deck that Seo Yi-Kung was living in along with Ah-Yi , making it easier for Hyun su to get to her when ever he needed to or to simply just check on her

There were lots of times were Ah-Yi would rather stay over with you and Hyun su , it shocked you at first that she actually took a liking to you , but you knew it was only because of Hyun su , She knew how much he cared about not only her but you to , Ah-Yi also had times were she would come to you to talk about girl issues ones she was to scared to ask Hyun su

It wanted your heart to know how she thought of Hyun su as a father and he also thought of her as his daughter , as you were now in you and Hyun su shared room , laying on the bed as you quickly become bored as your mind start to wonder

Your mind starting to picture what it would be like if you had a child of your own , smile slightly growing as you start to think of ways to ask Hyun su without making him uncomfortable

After a couple more minutes of thinking you decided to just simply ask him hoping he wouldn’t say no , getting out of bed as your stomach starts to growl as you headed to the small kitchen, there wasn’t much but you were lucky enough to find canned foods , canned fruits and lots of granola bars

Sighing as your grab as granola bar and a bottle of water , sitting in the small couch in what was left of a living room as you open the granola bar taking a bite , reaching for the bed that you left on the table a day ago as you open the book and start to read were you left off finishing off your food

After reading a couple of chapter , closing your book as your place it in the table , quickly grabbing the water bottle as you open the cap taking a few sips as you close the cap back , standing to your feet as your head in the kitchen placing the bottle in the table , as you now head for the drying room to check on the clothes

Opening the door as your head for the hanging clothes, closing the door a bit behind you , checking to make sure they were completely dry as you take them off the string, placing them inside the crate , as your were taking down Ah-Yi gloves you head the door behind opened

Quickly becoming nervous as you turn to face the door , holding the gloves tightly as you hear pairs of foot steps heading your way , biting your lip as you watch as the door slowly opens as your breath quickens

Letting out a small breath as your nervous now clam down once you see it was Hyun su as he enters the room , Ah-Yi following behind soon after

“You..washed my gloves” Ah-Yi says as she stares at the now clean gloves in your hands

“U-uh yea , here you go” you say nervously as you hand her the gloves carefully

“Thanks” Ah-yi says with a smile carefully taking the gloves from your hands , making sure to not touch you once as she places the gloves on her hands , smiling at how bright they looked

“ I’m going to my room , I’m super tired” Ah-Yi says with a small yarn smile still on her face , giving her a small nod as you give her a wave , Ah-Yi quickly gives Hyun su a hug and good night before running off to the spare room

Quickly facing Hyun su once Ah-Yi was far enough as you notice his tired face, quickly noticing a pair of eyes on him as he turns to look as you , cheeks turning red as he see you staring at him

“W-Why are you..looking at me like that” Hyun su says with a blush as he becomes a bit nervous to what you were up to

“Just thinking”you reply with a small smile as you coo to stare at Hyun su

“T-Thinking of what exactly ” Hyun su asks now being curious to what you were thinking exactly, as his heads tilts to the side a bite , looking like a lost puppy

“How would you both feel about a baby” You asks bravely as you look Hyun Su in the eyes as his eyes becomes slightly wide , quickly turning his head as he now faces a mirror, one of his eyes turning blue

‘Is that a good idea’ Hyun su asks his self

‘Come on , say yes , imagine it’ Hyun su monster self replies

‘How much bigger her boobs will be, the breast milk, how big her belly will become carrying our child, if you want I can take over , maybe even take turn , yah’ His mister self adds as he shows off a wide smile

As Hyu su takes a minute to think , cashing you to become confused as he suddenly became quite noticing that he was staring in the mirror as you turn to look in the mirror see into that one of his brown eyes was now blue , now getting what was going on as you patiently wait for their decision

‘ Okay , just don’t hurt her’ Hyun su finally agrees as he feels his self fall into a deep sleep

As Hyun su slowlg turns to face you eyes now closed as he softly runs his neck with one of his hands , after a couple seconds his opens his eyes staring straight in to your soul causing your cunt to become as you let out a soft whimper

Taking slow steps towards you as he stops only a inch away as he bends down to your height now eye to eye with you

Eyes scanning between your lips and yes and he gives you a small smirk barely noticeable

“What are we going the do” Hyun su says with a slight smirk eyes now locking with yours , quickly picking you up in his strong arms as your legs wrap around his waist ,arm wrapped arm hai neck as he’s still staring in to your eyes as he turns and carries you out of the room

Exiting the drying room as he heads down the halls towers yours shared room , taking one hand as he quickly opens the door kicking it closed once he was inside , walking tot he bed as he carefully throw a you on the bed , heading for the door , as he locks the door , heading back to you on the bed as his takes a minute to look you over

“Strip” Hyun Su demands eyes not leaving your figure once as your quickly get off the bed hands reaching for the bottoms of your shirt as your slowly pull it over your head , eyes locked with Hyun su as your slowly reach for the back of your bra , quickly undoing the hooks as you pull it off the arms dropping it to the floor

Hyun su eyes now traveling down to your huge plump boobs as he lets out a small groan , feeling his pants becoming slightly tight as he watches your hands slowly moves towards your shorts , quickly unbuckling your shorts , undoing your zipper as your pull them down your hips causing them to fall to the floor , kicking them to the side as you soon do the same to your panties

Slowly climbing on the bed not once braking eye contact with Hyun su as you stop at the middle of the bed , sitting on your knees as your hands slowly moves up your legs , towards your dripping core , up your stomach, stopping once they were finally at your boobs as your use your hands to give them a slight squeeze knowing how much it bothered Hyun su

Letting out a annoyed groan as Hyun su walks towards your sitting figure as he uses a hand to grab a hold of your throat pushing you on your back and he uses his other hand to pull your legs from under you so you wouldn’t be hurt

“ Don’t fucking tempt me , sweetheart” Hyun su threatens as he loosens his grip a bit , allowing you to gasp for air , using his free hand as it travels down to your body given your a hard squeeze to your now hard nipple as your let out a soft moan , letting go of your neck as he starts to let wet kiss down your neck stopping once he was between your boobs

With one hand playing with your boob , he start to kiss and suck on your boob that was unoccupied as he start to bite softly at your nipples causing you to let out breathy moans as your arch your back slightly off the shared bed

After a few more licks at your boobs he turned to give the other the same treatment as you tried your best not to make much noise as you didn’t want to wake Ah-Yi

Pulling away from your boobs as he travels back up towards your lips giving your deep and loving kisses , using one hand to open your legs wider , hand now traveling to your dripping core as he uses two fingers to spread your fluids causing your to key out a gasp

“So wet for me” Hyun Su says as he lets out a deep groan as he pushes two fingers inside your dripping cunt cashing you to let out a loud moan

“Hold up your legs” Hyun su says as he’s eyes lock with your soaked cunt , not giving you the pleasure your cunt desperately needed as you quickly grab hold of your legs pulling them towards your chest

Once you had a hold of your legs , Hyun su moves his fingers at a fast pace causing you to arch your back off the shared bed , biting your lips as hard as possible to not make much noise , as Hyun su fingers start to move in and out of you at a pace that your mind couldn’t process as your toes start to curl

Hyundai su eyes not leaving your core once as the noises it made sounded like music to him as he gives your cunt a wide smile , picturing how you would look with a huge belly as he adds a thirds finger picking up his pace as you let a moan slip past your lips eyes rolling to the back of your head as you pull both your legs closer towards your chest

Leaning into your inner thighs as he leans soft wet kisses trailing down to your dripping core as your nails start to dig into your skin as Hyun su leave wet kisses against your clit causing your mind to go fuzzy as you feel your self tighten around his fingers , feeling your climax nearing

“I-I’m gonna” you moan out loud biting down hard in your lip , as your feel a knot form in your stomach, dripping cunt tighten around Hyun Su fingers but before you could release he quickly pulled away , letting out a soft moan and whine due to lost contact as you quickly look toward Hyun su

Only to see him left in just his shirt and boxers , quickly pulling off his shirt as he stares at your in the eyes , blue eyes shiny with amusement as his hands slowly reaches for his boxers pulling them down in one pull as they drop to his ankles , kicking both his pants and boxers to the side as he slowly climbs on top of you

Giving you a wet and passionate kiss as he pushes his thick , 8 inch cock in to your dripping core , sliding in with ease as you were already soaked from the start

Without waisting a second Hyun started to violently pound in your wet cunt as you let out a loud moan forgetting all about trying to stay quite , eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let go of you legs , arm quickly wrapping around his neck and one claws at his back which heals within seconds

Aw Hyun su thrust becomes faster , back arching off off the bed as the room fills with the sound of lid skin slapping , Hyun su grabs at your hips with one hand as he uses the other to hold on to the head board, keeping you in pace as he violently pounds your now sensitive cunt as your climax was nearing once again

“ I-I’m , Please” you moan out as you hold eye contact with Hyun su

“Hold it” Hyun su says with a deep groan as he lets go of the head board, grabbing a hold of your neck , as he thrust becomes deeper kissing at your cervix , legs starting to shake as you try your hardest to hold your climax

Leaning in as he starts to give your a kiss , lips moving in sync as he lets go of your hip hand moving towards your dropping cunt as he start to rub your clot with slow circles , which soon turned into a pace pace almost like it was making his thrust as he continued to pound your wet core

Eyes now in the back of your head as your feel a knot form in your stomach, letting out loud moans in the kiss as you claw deeper in to Hyun su back , as you were to more in pleasure you didn’t release your came over Hyun su cock

Not until he came to complete stop , slowly braking the kiss as he pulls away from you , blue eyes looking between you and his now cremes cock as he take a minute to process what you did

“I didn’t say you could cum” Hyun su as he looks as you with a cold expression

“I-I C-Coulnt hold it, please” You managed to let out in a shaky breath

As Hyun Su still hold a cold expression eyes locked on yours , before your could say anything he start to pounded in your now sore and soaked cut and you let out a loud moan

Grabbing at your throat with both his hands and he pounds into you at a inhuman speed , once you didn’t know he had until now , as your legs starts to shake violently, arms clawing at his back as your kind becomes fuzzy to fucked out to think of anything other then Hyun Su’s thick cock inside of you

“P-Please, Slow.. D-Down” you managed to moan out as Hyun Su seems to ignore you as he thrust stats to do deeper biting at you womb as your back arch’s off the bed

“H-Hyun su .. C-Can’t.. N-No more” you moan as your eyes roll back a bit further making your feel as if they would pop out at any minute as your body starts to become sore , as your cunt couldn’t handle any more violent attacks, feeling a knot form in your stomach for the millionth time right as you try yo keep a hold of Hyun su as your boobs bounced with every thrust

“Cu-Cumming” you moan out as Hyun su grip tightens around your neck causing your cunt to tighten around his cock

“Hold it” Hyun Su demands as he thrust starts to become more sloppy with a few more thrust he came deep inside of your womb as your back arch , you cumming soon after as he continued to fuck his come in to yours , making sure they were mixed together before finally pulling out of your as he lays next to you , body now sore as you lay on his chest soon falling to sleep

As Hyun su laid next to you eyes soon turning to their normal color as he doses off to sleep

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year ago

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Jake Kim x Reader: Right Person

G/N. 5.2k. Childhood friends to lovers, sorta canon compliant.

The first time you meet Jake, you are the right person at the right place.

Almost.

Both precocious pre-teens and families already intertwined.

Your father does something with his father, but that always seems to be the case, everyone knows Gapryong. Works with him in one way or another. He has all sorts of connections.

The peculiar thing though, at least to Jake's pre-pubescent mind, was that he met you.

Few of his father's underlings or 'business partners' have a child that tag along. Fewer still that are seen as an equal.

Apart from being told to call him Oppa, you don't have any other formalities to follow. You stick your tongue out at him, tease him, laugh at his jokes. He in turn shares his candy and sticks of gum and saves all his best punchlines for you.

Minseong, or Auntie as you call her, always smiles at you; calling you precious and talking about how you and Jake would be a great match to join the families.

That could have been a possibility. If fate had been kinder his childhood crush could have blossomed into puppy love and everyone would have been thrilled at the development.

But before anything was allowed to flourish, fate had other plans.

Gapryong is murdered, and your and Jake's life take a different course.

You attend the wake, offering your condolences and saying all the right things in these unfortunate occasions.

Holding Auntie's hand in yours and telling her you're sorry. In the quiet of his bedroom, you wrap your arms around Jake's shaking body, rubbing circles into his back, kissing his forehead, even as he tries to hold it together.

For a brief moment of time after, you and Jake are like glue. Joined at the hips, never seen without the other.

Staying by his side as he gets his irezumi tattoos, oohing and aahing as he unveils the healed ink to you. Pouting as he shoots up like bamboo, puberty taking hold; growing tall and gangly and a full head or three taller than you. Walking each other home from middle school, him waiting for you outside your school gates. Dropping the bombshell that he has to stay behind for another year; besotted as you lecture him about his awful grades.

Eventually, time moves on.

Your family find better connections and ventures - respectable, creditable, without any of the Kim family's gangster past, and quietly and without fanfare remove themselves from the late Gapryong's inner circle.

They distance themselves, and though you ignore their request to do the same - Big Deal's boss, Sinu Han finds Jake Kim and so does Samuel Seo and the distance naturally grows.

Jake stays in the periphery of your life.

The occasional text, and rarer run-ins.

But he always keeps an ear out for you. Looks for you in every reflection. Hopes for you round every corner.

Right person at the right place but at the wrong time.

He does purposely seek you out once.

When he is on the cusp of joining Big Deal and needs someone sane to talk to.

To decipher his thoughts and feelings with the one person who knows him best.

It's you, it's always been you but-

After, he fully realised how different you both are. The trajectories you are on. You, untainted by all this gang shit, and him about to dive head first into it.

He can't marr you with this.

Wrong place, wrong time.

You sought him out once too, in the form of a letter as he serves his time in juvie.

Jake marvels at your handwriting, chicken scratch somehow turned graceful and elegant with time.

Yet-

Awkward silences punctuate the end of each sentence, and disappointment is found between the lines. Your tone is almost pleading, and there's a desperate yearning for yesteryear.

Jake chooses instead to focus on the crumbs of your life you offer. Thinks at least you're happy and safe and ignorant to the sort of life he leads now.

He keeps your letter under his pillow. Reads it over and over until he can recite it off by heart. Drafts a different reply in his mind every night though he can never bring himself to respond.

"Jake?"

The next time you see him again, he barely recognises you. Whether that was due to seasons apart or his focus on other priorities, he isn't sure.

He turns his head when you call his name, Johan Seong following suit.

"You look different," you comment and he does. Jake finally fills out his tall frame, lean muscle showing through his suit and a scar now adorns his lips.

He tilts his head, trying to place you until you frown. A familiar look of impatience, rolling your eyes-

"Y/N?" Your name feeling rusty on his tongue and his eyes widen at your appearance. How well the years have treated you, how kind puberty has been and how amazingly you clean up.

"Too important now to remember me?" You say, folding your arms but smiling.

"Me? I'm a nobody," Jake grins, relaxing in your presence as Johan mutters his agreement somewhere in the background. "What are you doing around here?"

In the end, he rejects your entrance to Club Vivi.

"Aw Jake, cmon for old time's sake!"

"You're underaged!" He says, but what he wants to tell you is this place is bad news. The further you stay away from anything to do with the Four Crews, from himself, the better.

"Shit!"

You manage to refrain from stomping your feet like a bratty child, distracted by the way that Jake smiles at you. Even with the pulsating music spilling out onto the street, the heaving queues of people, it feels just like it used to.

A wave of nostalgia hits you.

You reach out, yanking him down by his tie until he is eye level with you.

"Whatever." You thought you might be more upset with the rejection but you can't bring yourself to care right now. Not when Jake Kim is right there. "Text me, ok? I don't hear from you anymore. I miss you."

Jake's throat is suddenly dry.

How many years has it been since he's been eye to eye with you. He remembers his mother's fondness of you, your tinkling laugh in his ear. You by his side, the kisses on his cheek and soothing strokes on his back.

"I miss you t-"

Then Johan Seong clears his throat, uncomfortable at being caught up in this scene and wanting to be literally anywhere else, and Jake's eyes dart towards him.

God Dog.

One of the four gangs.

A mess of underhanded dealings involving Gun Park and Goo Kim. God Dog and Big Deal and Hostel and Workers.

The current situation draws sharply into focus, and Jake is reminded of his main goal - Sinu Han.

The spell is broken and Jake's mask as Big Deal Boss slams firmly back on.

"Sure thing," Jake straightens up again and you have no choice but to release your grip.

He doesn't plan to. Doesn't want to drag you into his mess. Swallows down any regret and feelings and offers you a wink instead.

Still the wrong place, wrong time.

Despite Jake's best intentions you are reunited.

You join Big Deal.

...Or more accurately, you find employment on Big Deal Street.

"Y/N?" Jake calls out to you and today your role is reversed.

It takes you a while to recognise your Jake dressed in his suit, a new scar across his nose and flanked by intimidating looking men. Body language serious, powerful and domineering.

Goddamn.

"...Jake?!"

"Everything ok, Boss?" Someone asks and your eyebrows quirk at 'Boss'.

"Fine, Jerry," Jake dismisses any concerns from the hulking man to his right and turns his smile on for you once more, "Just nice to see an old friend."

He lips says friend but his heart wonders if he has the privilege of calling you that anymore.

Are you barely even acquaintances? Someone you might bump into and give a polite nod to. Was he that teenager that you used to hang with once upon a time who you occasionally reminisce about? Do you ever think about him and wonder how he is doing? Do you think about the moments that you had together and the lives you could have had?

Turns out it doesn't matter anyway.

Jake catches the softness in your eyes and he sees that friend is enough.

It could be enough.

Now working part time at the restaurant Jake likes to frequent, you bump into each other time and time again. You become a regular fixture in his life once more.

Serving him extra large portions with a grin, offering up pickle juice with every stew.

"You still add this to all your jjigae, right?" You pull a face, it was never to your taste even if Jake acts like it's the most delicious thing in the world.

Jake blinks in surprise. "You remembered?"

You wipe your hands on your apron, then rest them on your hip. "Duh."

The other faces you gradually put a name to.

Jerry, Brad, Jason, Lineman, and later Lua.

You join them occasionally for the odd drink, perched at the end of the bench next to Jake and soaking up the warm atmosphere, or more likely the boys getting a telling off from Lua even as she throws you a small sly grin every so often.

Sinu and Yeonhui join the group now and then.

The latter takes a liking to you and the former gives you unsubtle glances, elbowing Jake and murmuring things in his ears that causes him to blush and bat Sinu away.

He's talking about you, that much is obvious but you wonder what it is exactly that turns Jake that cute shade of pink.

"What are you saying about me?" You whisper into Jake's ear one time and he jerks sharply at your proximity. Banging his knee against the table so hard that it topples some drinks.

"Shit!"

"Jake!" Yeonhui tuts, "Be careful."

Sinu, arm around her, just grins like a maniac.

You: Sooooo...

You: What is Sinu always whispering about?

Jake: Don't worry about it 😘

You: 😒

Jake: Sorry we didn't get to talk much today.

Jake: Hope you're ok

You: Don't worry about me!

You: I know you're super busy

You: It's just nice being around you again

Jake: Same 🙂

Jake: Are you going to get fired for giving me that free lunch?

You: You look like you needed it

Jake: I'm fine 💪

You: Nuh uh. You're tired. And stressed. I can tell

Jake: ...

Jake: Thanks for looking after me

Jake: I've missed you

You: I've missed you too

You: I've still got your jacket!

Jake: No worries I'll get it tomorrow

You: Thanks for letting me borrow it

You: and walking me home

Jake: M'lady

You: 😒

Jake: Good morning 😁

You: Too early 😪

Jake: It is. But i'm looking forward to seeing you later

You: Still can't believe you sprayed jjigae out your nose

Jake: You caught me off guard!

You: It was just an innocent comment

You: Who knew where your filthy mind went

Jake: 😒

Jake: You made Brad blush!

Jake: brad!!

You: 🤭

You: Can you ask Jerry to stop calling me ma'am?

Jake: Will do

Jake: Sorry ma'am

You: 🙄

You: Do you always train like that?

Jake: Yeah why?

You: Oh 🫣

You: Why does everyone in your crew keep bowing to me

Jake: Who knows why they do what they do

You: And EVERYONE keeps calling me Ma'am!

Jake: 🤷🏻‍♂️

You: Shirtless was unnecessary

Jake: 😉

You: 🙄

Jake: you try running laps around the street

You: can't put those abs away can you

Jake: not when they get so many admirers

You: 🙄

Jake: I had the weirdest dream about you last night

You. Go oooon

Jake: 🤐

You: Stop distracting me! You're going to get me fired

Jake: Who's gonna fire you?

You: Jake!

Jake: I'll speak to the owner don't worry about it

You: Jake NO

Jake: Now who's distracting who

You: Well who's gonna fire the boss?

Jake: 😒

You: Besides I didn't even do anything

Jake: That uniform cannot be regulation 🥵

You: 🤫

You: Thanks for taking me to see Auntie!

Jake: Moms so happy to see you

Jake: Found someone else to slander me with

You: It's all from a place of love

Jake: Sure 🙄

Jake: You working tonight?

You: Yeah and you better keep me company 😚

Jake: Always

During your closing shifts, when Jake is around, your boss and owner, is frequently nowhere to be seen.

You wonder if Sinu is responsible for this but you can never bring yourself to mind when Jake stays behind, offering to help.

Removing his jacket and rolling up his sleeves as he wipes down surfaces with you, loads the dishwasher, clean the floors.

"Isn't this beneath the Big Deal leader?" You ask tonight, mopping as he clears and re-organizes the counter.

Jake shrugs, "I don't mind."

(Truth be told, Jason and Brad had given him a questionable look through the shop window once, when they were patrolling the streets at night and found their beloved boss performing menial duties.

Then they saw you grinning next to him and the way Jake looked at you.

And they got it. They, and no other Big Deal member, had questioned it since.)

You resume focus to your task at hand, wringing out the filthy water and scrubbing with earnest.

Damn, this patch of floor is dirty.

Despite pouring all your strength into this section, the mysterious grey splodge, which has likely accumulated from years of slipshod mopping, still has not shifted.

Noticing the sheen of sweat along your brow, Jake plucks a napkin from the holder and offers it to you. "Here."

"I'm fine."

"Your sweaty face says otherwise."

"Nah, I'm good."

You narrow your eyes at the stain, so absorbed in your task you don't notice his approach.

Contemplate getting on your hands and knees to examine it when Jake's hand edges forward, gripping your chin gently, and disrupts your train of thought.

"Come here." He huffs with amusement, angling your face to his.

Your eyes widen comically large and he chuckles. He brings the napkin up to your brow, dabbing attentively. Your temples and down the side of your face, the tip of your nose, before cupping your cheek.

"There."

There indeed.

You lean into his palm and sigh. A sigh built up from the depth of your being, that started from years ago, and your eyes flutter close when you feel Jake's thumb run along your bottom lip.

It's more intimate than you have ever been before but doesn't feel anywhere close to enough.

"Y/N-" he murmurs. Your name feels rusty no more.

Jake leans closer. LIke a moth to a flame, and your flame burns undying and gold.

Knuckles rap on the window, shattering the moment. You both turn and see Jerry with a solemn look on his face.

"One moment," Jake says, eyes apologetic and he exits.

The moment stretches as you watch Jake talking to Jerry outside. Both their expressions growing more fierce, exchanged more heated, by the second.

Jake sighs, and his sigh is nothing like yours only minutes ago. His eyes catch yours. He thinks he might regret this forever, wondering about the lingering what-if, but he thinks about your safety and the safety of Big Deal, and he leaves. Striding off into the night.

Jerry comes in, contrite and bows. Tells you sorry but Jake has somewhere else to be.

Leaves you even more bewildered and confused, wondering what has happened.

Workers storm the street only a few days later.

The Hunt for Big Deal peaks when Eugene, not able to get his way, calls in his favour.

Holding back the police, intrusive thoughts of his failure as a leader enter Jake's mind. The state of the street, the crew. Members of Big Deal lie bruised and bloodied around him.

The one silver lining, at least, is that you're nowhere near.

You're not tangled up in this.

Maybe it could have been the right place.

But the time cannot be more wrong.

You and Jake had left your friendship hanging at an odd place that night.

Then he never called, never texted.

(Neither did your boss, but you didn't care about that.)

You glumly scroll through your text chain with him. All the flirtatious words that you had assumed were building up to something.

You sent him one message asking if he was ok, an olive branch and permission to forget everything if it made him uncomfortable and he didn't respond.

The silence said everything you needed to hear.

You are left to wallow and mope in your gloom.

Jake is awake. Broken and bruised but alive.

Left to deal with the aftermath, the pieces of his crew, with the ever loyal Lineman by his side.

Forces himself to push on when all he wants is to curl up in a ball somewhere. Put on a brave face because what else can he do? Recollect his thoughts, rethink his strategy.

Lineman and Lightning Choi are very little comfort to Jake during these hours. Even as both their loud personalities fill in the silence, camaraderie building between them by the day, Jake feels fragile. Stretched thin and strained.

Regardless, he plasters on his plastic smile. The one he used to wear when he was looking for Sinu and trying to hold on to his sanity.

Funny how life comes full circle.

In his heart and head, he knows that all his focus should be on getting stronger, on saving his crew.

But your latest text, left on read and left hanging, haunts him.

The Wanted posters capture your attention and snap you out of your mood.

'What the...?''

Pictures of your friends pinned up in the convenience store. Bounties in stark black font show beneath their faces.

You abandon your goods, your treats and pick-me-ups mid purchase and make your way to Big Deal Street as quickly as you can.

Navigating public transport and running until you're panting and out of breath and sweat blurs your vision.

Everywhere is shuttered and closed.

Everything Jake does, tastes, drinks is tinged with bitterness.

Nevertheless, a routine forms and with each passing day he feels more like himself.

Determination returns.

He trains alongside Lineman even though Lightning Choi insists that he can't teach Jake anything.

Feels his strength returning and muscle growing. Busies himself with preparation in all forms.

“Here,” Jake sets down fresh cooked ramyeon in front of Lineman who looks up at him in surprise. “Eat up. You need it with all your training,”

Lineman wells up with gratitude, “Boss!”

It's a simple meal.

Packaged noodles Lineman has had thousands of times before but it's the best thing he has ever tasted.

In return, Lineman does something for Jake.

He's not sure it's the right thing to do at first, but anyone with eyes can see Jake moping around like a lovesick puppy.

He extends the reaches of his network.

Calls in long owed favours, reconnects to people in his old Monster Crew, people he trusts that won't spill his whereabouts. Asks everyone to keep an eye out, keep their ear to the ground.

Gold is struck when Lineman manages to locate Jerry.

Encouraged by agreement from Lua, who has stayed in contact with the No.2, that this is what the boss needs-

Lineman sets forth his plan.

“Boss?” Lineman knocks on Jake's bedroom door, a makeshift backroom full of cobwebs with a rickety sleeping cot.

Where Jake currently lies, face illuminated by his phone.

Lineman refrains from rolling his eyes. Probably going through his texts again.

The guy thought he was being subtle, but it's obvious as hell whenever he's looking at past messages with you. It's the only time a genuine smile graces his face before it inevitably turns forlorn.

“Hmm?” Jake clicks the screen off and sits up as Lineman pokes his head around.

“You got a sec?”

“Sure thing.”

“Ok.” Linemans head disappears again.

There's some minor commotion behind the door. Hushed voices squabbling and-

The door cracks open again and you step through.

When you got the call from Lineman, you leapt at the chance of seeing Jake again. To see that he's ok with your own eyes.

Give him a piece of your mind for icing you out, probably under some misguided sense of chivalry.

For not explaining a single thing to you and keeping you in the dark even as this huge shit storm rained down on him.

Worse of all, the audacity for leaving you on read.

Unfortunately, at seeing Jake-

The bruises, now mottled green and yellow, the cuts and scratches littering his skin, body bandaged and tender, the way his eyes have lost their light.

-Everything you planned to say and wanted to say goes out the window.

And you burst into tears.

Lineman, taking that as his cue, clicks the door shut.

Jake is stuck somewhere between elated and miserable.

You're here? You're really here?

But fuck. You're here.

Caught in this chaos.

When he thought he had managed to at least protect you if no one else, you show up when he's at his most powerless.

Then your lip quivers, and your nose lets out a telltale sniffle and-

Shit.

None of that matters.

Jake tries for a smile of his own but feels his own lips turning down.

“What you crying for, dummy?” Tone aiming for jovial, his own voice betrays him and cracks at the last syllable.

A small voice in your head is outraged. Who exactly is he calling a dummy, has he even seen the state of himself.

But you don't move, stay standing by the door, staring as the tears come thick and fast.

Until-

Jake opens his arm, an invitation, and you throw yourself at him.

He winces feeling your weight collide into his body and disturbing his injuries. Luckily your arms coming to hug him around the neck quickly dulls the pain.

He embraces you, one arm holding you close and other hand stroking your hair while telling you it's fine, he's fine, everything's ok.

God. He didn't even realise how much he missed you until you're here. Even the scent of your hair, the feel of your clothes.

Nevermind being able to touch you and hold you.

“Don't you dare ditch me again,” you growl into his shoulder.

Jake opens his mouth, about to argue-

Then you squeeze him tight, lips brushing along his skin and all fight leaves him.

“Ok.”

The initial reunion is sweet. Glued at the hip once more, one never seen without the other.

You forgive Jake with little drama and he is extra attentive. If he's not next to you then he seeks out your eyes in every moment, every scenario.

Quietly checking you're ok, you're happy. That this situation isn't more than you can handle.

When your eyes meet his, your face lights up and you give him a smile that melts his heart and all his defences.

“I will go with you anywhere,” you tell him one night, sitting on some dusty stairs.

“I know,” he grins.

Realistically, it's a problem. The other problem is that he always wants you with him too.

However.

The patience from others is short lived.

Lineman is pleased to have his leader back. See the bounce in Jake's step, the grin on his lips that reaches his eyes.

And who is Lightning Choi to get in the way of young love?

Watching you two laughing together, talking in hushed tones, sharing inside jokes warms his heart

Except.

You and Jake are a thorn in his side.

The incessant giggling is annoying. The constant whispering is distracting.

“Get a room!” He shouts over one day, at the end of his rope when Lineman mishears an instruction and ends up face planting.

That did the trick. Both of you avert your gaze and blush furiously.

Hmph. Young idiots in love.

“You're leaving for Gangnam tomorrow?” You ask, lying beside Jake and resting your head on his shoulder.

“The First Affiliates,” he confirms, clipped and tense.

With D-Day drawing closer, Jake has grown more on edge. Doubt creeping in if he's strong enough to infiltrate and reach Jinyoung Park. Even with the temporary alliance with Daniel Park, he's not sure if it's enough.

After all, the last team up with Charles Choi should have proved sufficient.

With 1A, Jake has given you information on a need to know basis. Kept the details light lest the worry extends to you. Despite his best efforts, you're concerned.

Although, for other selfish reasons.

You prop yourself up on your elbow and face him.

“You said you're not going to ditch me again.”

“Huh?”

“You said!” You jab at his chest with your free hand. “You said you wouldn't ditch me again. No matter what happens.”

Jake pulls a face, and it's one you recognise as regretting his words. Weighing up if being together is worth the potential danger you're put in and trying to worm his way out.

You cut off his spiralling thoughts with another jab and scowl at him. “Promise, asshole.”

His eyebrows shoot up in affront, “Who you calling asshole?”

With one swift movement, he flips you over. You lie flat on his back as he smirks down at you.

“Don't distract me, asshole.”

“It's not my fault you're getting distracted,” and the cocky little shit has the audacity to wink at you.

Ugh. You're serious and he's treating this like a joke. This position is also causing your thoughts to run away with itself.

“Jake,” your gaze dips down to his lips and you angle your face up to his.

He peers down, half-lidded and playful.

“Yes?” He inches closer.

“Stop it.”

"Stop what?” And closer.

“Promise me,” you murmur, lips gently brushing against his. Tips of your noses grazing, his hair falling out of place and breath, minty and sweet on your skin.

“I promise.”

Jake pulls back, enough to look into your eyes. Searches and searches, warm brown eyes boring into yours for what feels like an eternity.

Then finally-

Finds what he's looking for.

And he kisses you, hard. Pours everything, his heart, his hopes, fears and doubts, into the one kiss.

Jake finds Jinyoung but loses Samuel.

Finds out more than he expected about Samuel’s background. Pieces together his background with their falling out, his complexes. At least Jake is able to understand him a little more.

Jerry is safe, if not further wounded from his fight with the Fifth Affiliates - no, with Hostel.

But he's safe. So are Brad and Jason and Lua.

Overall, he considers it a success even if it's middling at best.

Jake has promised you.

Yet-

He wonders if some promises are better to break.

He thinks it would break you too. A little. In a way that you can recover from, he lies to himself.

He opens his mouth, wanting to ask Lua a favour, a huge goddamn favour. Maybe she can be the one that tells you.

Jake would be indebted to her forever. Probably get eaten alive by the guilt, but surely it's the kind thing to do.

Lua glares at him before he even gets a word out. It's the most angry she has ever looked.

Jerry is the one who responds. “Don't you dare, Jake.”

The thing is, there might never be the right place and right time. At least not in Jake's foreseeable future when there's danger lurking around every corner.

He had initially assumed you and him weren't meant to be, life destined to run on different paths. Had given up at first, when you were both just kids, then given a sliver of hope when you met again.

Except isn't that worse than having no hope at all. To get a taste, a glimpse of what he could have?

He has tried to be so good, so selfless.

A good son and a good friend and a good leader. Tried to give everything his all and come up short and weak.

But for you, it never really mattered. You didn't want him to be anything but himself. Didn't care that he was Gapryong Kim's son or Big Deal No. 1.

With you - it's painfully uncomplicated. Even as all other areas of his life crumble.

You're still the right person. Even if nothing else had been right or felt right, you did.

You do.

And in the end, isn't that all that really matters?

Jake lets his selfishness take over.

Watches you from the doorway, pacing back and forth and is surprised you haven't worn a path into the floorboards.

Reasons with himself that he deserves this, deserves you. Thinks that he would go insane if he doesn't allow himself this.

This one thing, the most precious thing.

Something he held back and repressed for years. Putting everything but himself and his happiness first.

He's weak. He's simple. He wants to, needs to give in and he wants to be happy.

“I'm back,” he calls over, and your face snap to his in shock.

You ignore his new scars and fresh bandages. It doesn't matter because he's here. He's come back to you.

Jake opens his arms, an invitation, and you take one step, two, three-

And throw yourself at him. Clinging on. Feeling his skin, his body against yours.

“I was worried.” You say, voice muffled into his t-shirt.

“I can tell,” Jake is grinning. Whenever he thinks he may never smile again, you always tease it out of him.

“Don't make fun of me,” you say, lifting your head and frowning up at him

“Sorry.” And he is. For a lot.

Jake gently grips your chin once more, angling your face towards his.

He wonders how he managed to resist for so long, impressed at his own control because how could he ever say no when you look at him like this.

(He knows he looks at you like this too. Seen pitying glances from Lua and heard sniggers from Sinu.)

Jake surges forward.

Captures your lips with his, feels your body turning stiff with surprise and then-

Feels you sag with relief, with happiness, with pleasure. Melting and leaning forward, seeking out more.

His free arm winds around your waist and pulls you close. Pressing the lengths of your body together and promising never to let go again.

During Jake's worst days, he didn't think he would have the privilege of growing old.

No family of his own. And though you were just friends, instead of a faceless partner, he would still imagine it was you by his side and the kids were the perfect mix of you and him.

Dark thoughts would turn to lamenting letting you slip through his fingers. Thinking about what could have been.

On his best days, he dreamt of growing old with you.

In time, Jake will come to know that fate will be kinder to him, his dreams will become a reality.

From the start you've always been the right person, at the right time, at the right place.

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jingerpi · 15 hours ago

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one thing I think is often left out of the AI conversation is just how popular it already is. billions of people use Google search, an approximated 4.9 Billion people, which is 90% of the Internet.

googles search assistant isn't particularly well liked online, even among those who are pro-AI, but I think we have to grapple with the fact that even a quick look at the stats suggests hundreds of millions of people use it daily.

it's so overwhelmingly pervasive just in that single form. that's not counting statistical analysis, translation AI, chatbots, other AI assistants, or art generators.

most people on earth interact with googles search LLM regularly, many on a daily basis.

do you understand that? do you see how many people have this technology integrated into their daily lives already? I know it might be scary to imagine so many people interacting with something unreliable, but for most people it's not an annoying hazard that tells you to eat glue. most of the time for most people it's just a useful summary that tells people what they searched for. you get that right? hundreds of millions of people have positive interactions with this tech daily, you can't just wish it out of existence and you're going to have a hard time getting those people on your side.

yes of course, Google AI is massively flawed, personally I kind of hate it and have my own feelings on SEO in general, but you have to understand being against transformer models is like being against the email. yeah emails are full of junk and nonsense, but people use them constantly, many of which do so for very significant things. you can't just wish it out of existence. you want to unionize writers and artists? I'm with you. you want to disrupt openAI or Google? I'm with you. you want to stop transformer model based AI? you are fighting math. you are getting mad at rocks. you are literally fighting half the globe. please get some perspective

#ai #self post

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thirstkanaphan · 1 month ago

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Seo Donghyun (ATEEZ Concert Director) Shared the first part of his Directing Notes for ATEEZ [TOWARDS THE LIGHT: WILL TO POWER]

This article is in Korean so my translations may not be entirely accurate.

When I think of memorable performances, there was always a message. The closest experience would be the COLDPLAY performance. The moment when I felt that all of these things were aligned around the message of ‘BELIEVE IN LOVE’, it was exquisite, like witnessing the planets in the solar system aligning. After watching the performance, my heart was filled with love and I gained the strength to live my daily life again.

I hoped that fans who experienced ATEEZ’s performance could also gain that kind of emotion and energy. In order for that to happen, the message had to be valid for me as I live in reality, not just on stage. Until now, ATEEZ has continued to tell stories centered around a worldview represented by pirates and revolution, but for this performance, I wanted to convey a message that was less invasive and more universal. Something that gives me the strength to live my daily life. And I thought that the message could be delivered authentically only if it was a story that could be completed not only with the narrative of the performance but also with ATEEZ's appearance itself.

When the second full-length album [THE WORLD EP.FIN: WILL] was released, we thought about what kind of story ATEEZ could tell now. The biggest idea came from the album's subtitle, 'WILL'. The concept of Nietzsche's 'Will to Power', which says that we should live our lives by our own will, breaking free from established standards or frameworks, and the image of the lyrics 'moving towards the light' that ATEEZ has repeated in many songs so far. We combined these two things to create a concrete message that everyone has something (Light) that shines, and that we should not lose the will to move towards that light.

The show began with “Crazy Form” and continued with “Say My Name,” with ATEEZ shouting this on stage:

"Awaken the light within you, keep shining, and shine like you are."

This message became more and more authentic as ATEEZ continued their tour. Not only in each city performance, but also at various festival stages including Coachella where they poured out their passionate energy, and even in fan meetings where they enjoyed themselves freely - ATEEZ continuously showed us how they were moving towards the light while communicating with ATINYs.

And in March 2025, at the finale performance that marked the end of the tour, we made a small but meaningful change to the encore video to complete this message. The narration and music were the same, but instead of the existing footage, we re-edited it using scenes from ATEEZ's tour. The records of the tour where the narration and content were exquisitely aligned were moments that showed that the story we created to deliver the message truly became our story.

And Hongjoong's ending comment that followed warmly concluded this journey and allowed the message he wanted to convey to remain in our hearts for a long time:

"There are many moments in our lives when we feel like we are in the dark. When those days come, I also don't know how to find the light. But when I think about it, there is a lot of light, but because of one thin curtain, we feel dark. So you too, I was able to remove the curtain thanks to you, so I sincerely hope that you too, through us or by your own strength, will be able to remove that thin curtain and find the light again soon."

In fact, when watching idol concerts, you might wonder if the message or story is really that important. Compared to plays or musicals, concerts tend to have less narrative depth, and for some audiences, the mere fact of seeing an artist live is enough to provide enough satisfaction.

Nevertheless, the message and story are important. They serve as important milestones for the person creating the performance. If one message is centered, the various elements of the stage can be aligned toward the message without being scattered. On the other hand, if there is no message, the performance can end up being just a series of ‘well-made scenes.’

Of course, how much the audience likes the message and story can vary. They may not like it, or they may not be very interested. However, if the message and story are well-organized, the performance itself can have a high level of perfection.

#ateez #song mingi #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kim hongjoong #choi san #jung wooyoung #kang yeosang #choi jongho

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sunshineangel0 · 12 days ago

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if stray kids were animal crossing villagers !

Bang Chan | K.K. Slider

okay, not technically a villager… but come on. chan is the perfect fit for k.k. musically gifted, soulful, always showing up at 1 am to check on everyone. plays every instrument, gives everyone advice, and carries the whole island on his back.

Lee Minho | Wolfgang

tough on the outside, secretly soft. he’s got the cool, aloof energy, but once you’re close to him, you’ll find he has a heart of gold and a love for cats (he probably has doongie, soonie, dori memorabilia). would definitely organize surprise events for his friends and pretend it’s no big deal.

Seo Changbin | Bam

gym-loving, full of chaotic good energy, and always hyping you up. changbin and bam both have that cute-tough combo going on. loves to talk about working out and writing lyrics, and secretly bakes cupcakes for the villagers.

Hwang Hyunjin | Julian

dreamy, artistic, sparkles wherever he goes. julian is hyunjin in unicorn form: loves painting, poetry, stargazing, and dramatic flair. gets caught dancing in the plaza at midnight. Smells like moonlight and lavender.

Han Jisung | Raymond

smart, slightly chaotic, multi-talented. han and raymond both have that “i’m a genius but i just tripped over my shoelaces” energy. always working on 20 projects, tells the funniest stories, but then says something super deep out of nowhere.

Lee Felix | Stitches

the definition of warm and cuddly. felix and stitches both make everyone feel safe, love snacks, and nap a lot. he decorates his house with fairy lights and gives you gifts he made himself. probably smells like cookies and sunshine.

Kim Seungmin | Marshal

dry humor, secretly sentimental. seungmin’s sarcasm and marshal’s smug wit are a perfect match. he’ll roast you in one breath and give you his last medicine in the next. always has the most aesthetically pleasing house.

Yang Jeongin | Lucky

soft, a little mysterious, and very sweet. lucky’s bandaged look fits i.n’s unpredictable yet lovable energy, he’s the baby of the group but full of surprise layers. likes ghost stories, plush toys, and helping you catch fireflies.

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hyunsvngs · 2 years ago

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𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 - seo changbin x gn!afab reader

wc: 6.3k

rating: 18+. MDNI

cw: sex with no strings attached, sexy changbin, changbin’s tummy (deserves a warning because it is so overwhelming), bin is cocky and cute, mentions of body hair, smut (specific warnings under the cut, minors please do not interact!)

synopsis: your situationship - the man of your dreams - gives you full, explicit permission to fuck his frat brothers in your effort of a hot bitch summer. who’s next, after you ruined your best friend in bed?

a/n: part three of the fratboy series, hot bitch summer!:D fratboy bin is on my mind… so sexy. also enjoy the build up of more lore in this one!! this part is really integral to the series :)

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sw: strength kink, size kink, public sex (they fuck in a gym room but it’s locked), pet names (little bunny), a LOT of dirty talk, fingering, spitting, a very brief blowjob, seo changbin has a THICK COCK like SO THICK, maybe d/s dynamics a bit? dom!bin then sub!bin at the end?, creampie, brief cockwarming

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Waking up in Minho’s bed after a night of unadulterated pleasure had become a regular occurrence in your life. The man just knew exactly how to push your buttons in exactly the right way, and you more often than not even found yourself staying over in his bed after parties too. Even slightly intoxicated, you had the best sex you’d ever had with him.

His words were still lingering on your mind, though. Could you truly tick off every member of the frat? The SKZ frat itself had only eight members, with frat president Chan being extremely selective in who he let join. Jisung and Changbin were allowed in because they all loved music production, with it being both Chan and Jisung’s major. Changbin simply had an affinity for it and had done it as a side course with his sports and exercise science degree.

Minho, you believed, had formed the fraternity with Chan initially, and he was elected vice president. Hyunjin and Felix were accepted instantly because of their involvement in Minho’s dance society. Jeongin was Minho’s adopted baby that he met through Felix, because the both of them played video games together regularly. Jeongin took it a lot less seriously than Felix did.

Interestingly, Seungmin was accepted because he was rumoured to be the author of the Gossip Girl-esque blog in the university, titled Hall of Fame. This fact had never been confirmed by Seungmin himself, but rumours ran rampant around the school. You often wondered if the anonymous posts were actually him, since they never seemed to include members of his frat. It was as if they’d been selective, only ever about people from other fraternities or sororities. You’d been lucky enough to not have one about you, and that got you thinking - you were a relatively well known figure on campus due to the people you choose to surround yourself with. If it was Seungmin, had you been excluded from the posts because you were friends with Jisung and Felix?

The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the home into your nose and invaded your senses. You quite literally heard your stomach grumble, needing food after yet another long night of partying, and you stretched before pushing your legs off of the bed to stand up. They felt so weak these days, due to you being fucked by Minho so often. You didn’t even know how to remedy it. You sure as hell weren’t going to stop fucking him.

Hobbling downstairs slowly, you entered the kitchen to be met with the sound of Seungmin and Minho bickering. From what you could gather in your still slightly sleepy haze, Seungmin was angry because Minho had decided to cook for you, him and Jisung, and he refused to give Seungmin any. You blinked through the fog, feeling Jisung place his head on your shoulder. The touch was a welcome one, comforting and by your best friend. Felix sat next to Seungmin across from you, giggling at something Hyunjin had whispered into his ear.

“Y/N, my baby,” Jisung chirped happily, rubbing his round cheek against your shoulder. You sighed, letting your head loll on top of his. “Good morning. How are you?”

“Mm, I’ve felt better. My legs feel really weak and tired.”

Seungmin choked on a laugh while eating a spoonful of the bowl of cereal he’d had to make due to the fact Minho refused to cook for him. He pointed his spoon at you vindictively. “Maybe because you’re trying to fuck the whole frat?” A drop of milk dribbled off the end of the spoon and splashed back into the bowl, taunting and slow. Even the milk was roasting you.

It was Hyunjin’s turn to giggle. “Hey, they’re pretty. They’re allowed to fuck us all.”

You groaned, nuzzling your cheek against Jisung’s soft hair. Jeongin had since entered the room, hair sticking up everywhere and a loose t-shirt hanging off of his slender frame. He’d quickly thrown himself onto a chair and placed his head in Jisung’s lap. You noticed Minho adding extra bacon to the pan automatically upon Jeongin’s arrival. Seungmin looked like he was about to have a breakdown, shoving more Frosties into his mouth and chewing angrily. His eyes were narrowed at Minho, yet Minho didn’t even grace him with a glance, simply smirking to himself over the pan.

Jisung carded his fingers through Jeongin’s hair, making Jeongin flutter his eyes shut and let out a pleased hum. “You know, you could go to Binnie. He works out a lot. He could stretch you out so your legs aren’t as weak.”

Binnie. Changbin. Stretching you out. Oh yeah. Now that sounded good. You turned to Minho, seeing him plating up four plates of food.

Changbin was probably the man of your wet dreams if Minho didn’t exist. He was a beefcake, to put it simply. You often found yourself ogling his muscles in sleeveless shirts and wishing nothing more than to leave bite marks all over his tan skin. You wanted him to press his full weight to you, feel that delightful sexy fucking tummy against your back as he pounded you with his undeniably thick cock.

Going to the gym with Changbin sounded amazing. Minho brought the plates over quickly, sitting down on your other side. He looked at you, sending a subtle wink. “I think that sounds amazing. He’s coaching the weightlifting society tomorrow. You can grab him after practice.”

Oh, you planned on grabbing him alright.

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You arrived at the training room Changbin was supposed to be in around ten minutes after his weightlifting class had been expected to end. It was the morning, sunlight glaring through the window. You’d dressed comfortably, tight gym leggings and a loose t-shirt adorning your figure and a simple pair of old trainers that had probably seen better days. They were stained with droplets of bright paint from the time you and Felix had tried to redecorate your room - it hadn’t gone well, and you’d actually been staring bemusedly at the random patches of different colours before you left the house.

He was situated on the bench press when you walked in, effortlessly pumping out reps of 50 kg as if it was nothing. He didn’t have a spotter, so this was clearly lightweight for him. You thought you could die, heart racing, just standing in the doorway and staring at him. He hadn’t even noticed you yet.

Once Changbin had re-racked the bar, he turned to you, blinking confusedly. It took him a second before a cute toothy smile appeared on his face. “Oh, Y/N! Hi! Sorry, I kinda lost track of time.”

“It’s okay, Changbin,” you smiled, walking further into the room. You made sure to close the door behind you, subtly locking it while he was retying his laces. He was wearing a tight black vest top, a face mask pulled down under his chin and his hair natural, dark and curly. His legs were clad in loose basketball shorts, showing off that he does, in fact, attend leg day. You were shamelessly ogling him, and he brought your attention back to his face with a laugh.

“Bin is fine, or even Binnie,” Changbin grinned. He stood up from his laces and clapped his hands together triumphantly. “Okay, so Sungie mentioned something about your legs. You wanna strengthen them, yeah?”

You blanched. Okay, so Jisung had told Changbin your purpose for being there, but had he told him why? You doubted Changbin would have no idea. He knew, but at least he was being friendly about it. Changbin ushered you over to a mat on the floor, and you obediently walked over to sit down cross-legged on it. He sat next to you, pulling the face mask off altogether and throwing it aside.

“Erm, yeah. I guess so. They’re just really, um, shaky? Weak? I’m not sure,” You mumbled, fingers smoothing down your leggings awkwardly. Could you have less finesse, ever? You’d been awkward with Minho, given he’d walked straight out of your wet dreams after plaguing them like a demon for months, but you surely didn’t have to be like that around Changbin. Changbin hummed, nodding at your explanation. “I don’t think weights would be best. Maybe I just need to-“ Be stretched out. “Stretch. I need to stretch.”

Changbin nodded. “Sounds good. Can I touch you?”

Please. “Yeah, of course.”

He reached over, his hands pressing at your calves. His hands were wide, with thick, manly fingers that weren’t too long but looked like they’d be such a fucking good stretch. His fingertips were slightly calloused from the overuse of barbells. You wondered what he’d be like in bed - would he put his muscles to good use, pinning you down and making you take it, or would he let you take control like Jisung did?

You sighed, almost inaudibly. What the fuck was wrong with you?

“Okay,” Changbin mused. “They are kinda weak, I can feel it. The muscles are spasming when I touch them. Could you stand up, and touch your toes? It’s a yoga pose, I just wanna see how weak they actually are.”

Yoga? Okay. You had flashbacks to Felix trying to teach you how to do yoga, some random shit he’d learnt from Hyunjin. You’d both done one pose before falling over cackling. Standing up immediately, you bent over to touch your toes. He came behind you, humming again. You tried not to think about how he was now standing behind you, grabbing your hips to correct your position and making you arch your back a little. As if he was going to push into you from behind, slow and thick, quite literally stretching you out-

You were speaking before you could even control it. “Oh, fucking hell.”

Changbin’s hands paused on your hips. A beat passed, and then two. Then he was laughing.

“Hey, did you seriously just come here because you wanted to tick me off of your sexy bucket list, or did you come here to actually fix your legs?” You shot up, turning around to face him. He put his hands on his hips, still letting out loud giggles. You couldn’t help but let out a scoff and laugh with him.

“Well. I actually do need help,” you rubbed your temples, still laughing in disbelief. Changbin shook his head, rolling his eyes playfully. “Hey, I’m serious!”

“No, no, I believe you. But you wanted to fuck me later, didn’t you?” Changbin accused, pointing a finger. “Maybe I will fuck you. You’re stretching first, though. Bending over for Minho so many times does horrible things to the body.”

You grinned, resuming your position of touching your toes. “Oh, you’d know, would you?”

Changbin flicked your thigh, still giggling slightly. “Shut up, would you? So fucking sassy, heh. I’m going to massage your legs now.”

You felt his hands pushing you into a position where you were laying down on your front. The strong hands on your back and right shoulder made your cunt pool with heat, but you tried to ignore it. Unsuccessfully, because you were instantly thinking of him manhandling you into other positions when you had finally pliantly dropped to the mat. When did you become like this? You were the horniest you’d ever been.

His strong palms began to knead against your calves. The feeling was delicious, actually - he knew what he was doing. You felt instantly relaxed, letting him ease the ache out of your muscles. When he moved up to your thighs though, you felt that incessant need in your core return and you wanted to scream in frustration. He was taking his time, working out every knot in your legs and you just laid there, arms crossed beneath your head for you to rest on.

All of a sudden, Changbin’s hands were pushing up against the seam where your asscheek met your thigh. You jumped in surprise. “Huh?!”

Changbin smirked, that same cocky smirk you’d got earlier on. “Feeling tense here, you know? Better stretch you out.” You blinked. They’d definitely had a conversation, either him and Minho or him and Jisung - you weren’t sure which you’d prefer.

Fuck it. You squirmed onto your back, looking up at Changbin. He cocked an eyebrow at you, a mischievous smile still on his full lips. “You gonna fuck me now, Binnie?”

Changbin shook his head again, fondly. “You’re insatiable.”

“You love it.”

“Maybe I do,” he spoke, before diving down to capture your lips in his. He quickly had you pinned to the soft mat underneath you, tongue sliding across your bottom lip before caressing into your mouth with intricacy. You moaned, running your fingers through the soft curls on his head. You tried to wrap your legs around his slim waist, but he was quick to shift you, pressing your legs back into the mat with a firm hand. “No.”

“Thought you were gonna fuck me,” you pulled away from the kiss and huffed, hips squirming. Changbin looked appalled.

“I fucking am! Just- you’ll get hurt again. Your legs are sore, remember?” He pressed another peck to your lips, spreading your legs himself manually. He positioned in between them, a promising bulge pressing against your clothed pussy.

You sighed with pleasure when he started rutting the bulge into you, kissing your neck softly. “There’s no sex position that won’t hurt my legs, Bin.”

“Mm, sure there is. I’ll show you.”

Well, colour you intrigued. You gripped onto his biceps, fingernails digging into the large muscles when he pressed a kiss to the neckline of your t-shirt. You were quick to push him up slightly to rip your t-shirt off impatiently. He must’ve moved himself, because there was absolutely no chance you’d managed to shift a man of that stature with one hand. Your sports bra was very much less than sexy, and you screwed your face up with embarrassment when you remembered you were wearing it. Changbin didn’t seem to care, because with a quick movement behind your back the bra was unclipped and thrown to the side.

He immediately latched onto one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around your areola. You whimpered, pushing your chest into his mouth. He hummed against the peaked bud before moving to the other one, using his thick fingers to tweak your already lathered with spit nipple. He was still rutting into you, although the movement had gone slightly lower with his ongoing mouth efforts.

“Mm- Binnie, wanna see you too. Please.”

Changbin pulled back, his mouth wet with spit and his hair all messed up from your hands running through it with passion. He quickly shucked his vest top off, revealing a delightful set of sculpted pecs and a sexy fucking tummy. You wanted to clench your teeth into his tan skin and leave your mark there. This was made worse when you noticed the delectable looking snail trail of hair at the bottom of his tummy, leading down into something you needed to see very soon.

“Oh my God,” you murmured. Changbin tilted his head in confusion. “Your tits.”

Changbin burst out laughing, before clenching each one in a rhythm. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and bringing him back down for another heated kiss. Your bare chests rubbed against each other, his full weight pressed against your frame to hold you down against the yoga mat. You whined into the kiss at the stimulation on your nipples, and he took the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth in a filthy kiss of swapping spit. His biceps were curled around you, his body pressed tightly on top of you, almost crushing - but you loved it. He was just so much bigger than you.

“You like that, don’t you? Feeling me crushing you,” Changbin muttered into the kiss, stealing little pecks between each word. “I bet you’re fuckin’ soaking. Gonna let me take a look at your pussy, little bunny?”

You moaned, nodding, the pandering to your size kink making your brain blur with arousement. He was pulling off your trainers quickly then, yanking your gym leggings down and leaving your underwear covering your core. He groaned, pushing your legs open softly. You could feel the wet patch on your underwear, slick sticking the fabric back to your cunt everytime you moved. He was no doubt staring at it with lust when one of his hands went to palm his erection through his shorts.

“Fucking hell, you liked that, didn’t you? You like me calling you my little bunny? You like being smaller than me?”

You nodded eagerly, squirming while he spoke. He was still staring at your pussy, wet patch expanding the more he’d spoken. “Take ‘em off, Binnie. Have a good look,” Changbin sighed, scrunching his eyes shut before nodding. He looked like he could barely control himself. Good. You didn’t want him to.

His fingers were latching into your underwear then, pulling them down and revealing your pussy, folds sopping wet with your arousal. He gazed down at it, eyes blown wide with lust and his breathing heavy.

“Fuckin’- Jesus,” Changbin swiped two fingers in between your folds, collecting slick on his fingers. He pushed them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. “So fucking sweet. Look at Binnie’s little bunny making a mess, huh? Do you want a taste?”

You let your tongue loll out of your mouth, expecting him to push his fingers past your tongue. Instead, he crouched down quickly, swiping his tongue over your core in one thick swipe. He swirled the tip of his tongue around your clit quickly before he was moving just as quick back up to you, gripping your jaw between his thumb and index finger. You didn’t even have time to feel his plush, doll-like lips on your clit, which slightly disappointed you before you realised what he was doing.

Made to open your mouth wide like this, you moaned out unabashedly and loudly when Changbin let your arousal drip from his mouth and into yours. He was watching it enter your mouth. Before you could even swallow it, his tongue was back in your mouth, swiping around the wet cavern and trying to get more of the taste for himself. You let him kiss you for another few seconds, feeling him rutting into your now bare core as he whined into the kiss. He liked it dirty then, you mused.

You pulled away, trying to catch your breath. “Gimme,” you mumbled, thumbs hooking into his loose shorts to try and catch a glimpse at his erection. He pushed your hands away, mumbling incoherently about you being impatient. You huffed, shifting up onto your hands to watch as he pulled the two layers of fabric down altogether. Your jaw dropped. “Oh.”

Changbin looked at you cockily as you took in his length. It was shorter, not as long as Minho’s but he did make up for it more than enough in girth. You thought your jaw would break if you tried to suck him off, and you weren’t entirely sure your hand would even fit around it. Your pussy was going to cry. You wanted it so fucking badly.

A rivulet of precum was leaking from his flushed cockhead, travelling down the veiny shaft and landing in a pleasant thatch of curly, dark hair at the base, wetting the hair. His balls were heavy, full, and you wanted them in your mouth. You wanted it all in your mouth, actually, even if it would kill you trying.

“Pleased?” Changbin quipped. You looked back up at his stupid confident smirk, grabbing him by the wrist and throwing him on the mat beside you. It took all of your strength, but you managed it. He squeaked with surprise, but you ignored him. You were quick to push up onto your knees, shuffling down to be face to face with one of the best cocks you’d ever seen in your life. You needed it, right there in that gym, where you’d probably end up smelling like sweat from a different kind of workout. You were more than glad that you’d locked the door.

You stared at it. “This is going to kill my jaw.”

“You really don’t have to- oh God-“ Changbin was cut off by you sinking your wet mouth onto the tip of his cock. You could already feel the uncomfortable stretch on your jaw, but you were determined, suckling the precum into your mouth and swirling your tongue around the head like it was a lollipop. You let your spit dribble out of your mouth and onto his thick cock, feeling amused when he let out a loud, rather high-pitched moan.

Focusing on the cockhead, you let your tongue dip into his slit to swallow the tiny bit of precum that he’d blessed you with. He looked gorgeous, laying back against the mat with his thick thighs spread and a just-as-thick cock hanging between them. One arm was behind his head, massive biceps tensed as you stared up at him and swallowed the tip of his cock repeatedly. You wanted to see him ruined, but you had a feeling his cock was going to ruin you. His jaw was dropped, plush lips letting out deep sighs.

You tried to bob your head and get more of his dick in your mouth, but you were unsuccessful. It seemed it was just too fucking thick, and you were scrunching your face up in disappointment when you suckled on the cockhead one more time before pulling up. Pumping it absentmindedly, you stared up at Changbin. “Too thick.”

Changbin laughed, pulling you up to lay on top of him with ease. “‘S okay, little bunny. I want to take care of you, if that’s okay?”

Well, how could you say no to that? You smiled, giving him a quick nod, and then you felt his finger reach down and press against your entrance. It was filling you before you knew it, his thick digit stretching your hole open. Eyes rolling back into your head, you moaned and writhed on top of him, grinding your clit into his tummy.

“Bin- don’t need prep, fucking-!” He ignored you, pushing another finger in alongside the first one.

“Minho warned me you were impatient,” He scoffed, pumping his fingers steadily. He was scissoring them inside of you, trying to stretch your hole out further than it could possibly go. “I should’ve believed him. I don’t know if you saw, but my dick is really fucking thick. Little bunny can’t take it without prep, okay?”

You didn’t argue, like you had with Minho. You had argued with Minho and ended up feeling like your pussy was being split open by Minho’s thick cock, and Changbin was even thicker. Also, you knew that if you’d tried to argue he would’ve just laughed at you and told you not to argue with him, so being a brat was futile. Bouncing on his fingers, you resorted to trying to relax your hole and let it stretch enough to take him. Taking this dick may kill you, but you’d be damned if you didn’t try your fucking hardest.

Changbin cooed at you, brushing your hair out of your face with his free hand. “That’s promising, little bunny. You’re taking my fingers so well, huh? I think I’ll put a third one in, okay?”

“Mm, yeah, can take three,” Your eyes fluttered shut when yet another finger went up to your hole, pushing up slowly. He moaned when your pussy clenched tight around the three digits, not wanting to stretch further. He was no doubt imagining the tightness your cunt would give him when his cock got inside of it, and you couldn’t blame him - you were imagining the fucking stretch you were going to get.

“I think I’ll curl them up, yeah? Just like this?” Changbin questioned you, curling his thick fingers up to reach your g-spot. You immediately keened, and Changbin giggled, continuing to hammer his fingertips into the spongy spot inside of you. “Oh, yeah, like that, huh? I know what you’re thinking. Will I make you cum before I fuck you?”

Well, you weren’t thinking anything, fucked dumb on his fingers - but now you were thinking that. Will he make you cum before he fucks you? You weren’t sure if you wanted to or not, being impatient and wanting his dick inside of you, but he seemed to be playing the long game. You bounced on his fingers again, wanting just a bit of stimulation on the bundle of nerves between your legs in a hope that you could cum quickly and get his dick inside you, like, yesterday.

“B-Bin, I need your cock, you can’t make me cum before, need it-”

Changbin let out an ear ringing laugh again, flipping you over so your ass was flat against the mat. He continued fucking his fingers into you immediately, thudding into your g-spot over and over in a fast rhythm. “I can, and I fucking will, little bunny,” You simply nodded, accepting your fate. “Nothing to make you relax like a world-shattering orgasm, right?”

You scoffed. “Well, I’m not gonna cum if you don’t touch my clit, Bin.” He stopped the movement of his fingers, staring at you with a nonchalant expression.

“I’m not going to touch your clit, and you are gonna cum. G-spot orgasm. Heard of it?”

You blinked. He didn’t mean…? “You’re gonna try to make me squirt?!”

Changbin shrugged, pinning one of your legs down to spread you wider. “You may not squirt, but it’ll feel really fucking good. Squirting is an added benefit for me, to be honest,” He looked cocky, a boyish smile on his face. Oh yeah, he liked it messy. You let out a squeak when his fingers started hammering into your g-spot again, fast and rough, making you want to squirm away from the pleasure. When you tried to, his hand was quick to push your hips back down and just make you take it. It didn’t feel like a dominant move, more a petty, playful move than anything, and you found yourself panting and your head rolling back onto the mat.

“Shit, I can’t, Bin,” You whined, fingernails digging into the mat. You were sure you’d leave little crescent moon shaped indents afterwards. You could feel yourself getting close, never having experienced such intense solo stimulation to your g-spot before - fingers could move in different ways to what a dick could. “Bin, Bin, Binnie- Bin, pleasepleaseplease, hnng-”

Changbin leaned next to you, kissing your neck softly. “No need to beg me, little bunny. Cum whenever you want.”

You gasped out, feeling his palm go to press down on your belly. It made the fingers feel even deeper, and before you knew it, your thighs were shaking in one of the best orgasms you’d ever had in your life.

“That’s it, there you go,” Changbin whispered in your ear, his lips brushing against your ear. You didn’t think you were squirting, but Changbin was completely right, you’d never felt anything like this before. The ecstasy started at your pussy and felt like it was busting out all over your body, making your body shake and your eyes flutter shut. You were whining, moaning, possibly even close to screaming - all just from a few fingers. You came to, your chest flushed and your breathing heavy as you tried to calm down. Changbin was looking straight at you, smiling in that boyish way again and actually looking a bit bashful. “Do you, uh… do you still want more?”

Your eyes flickered down to his erection, still painfully thick and hard. His cockhead was red, leaking. “That’s not even a question, Bin. Gimme.”

Changbin giggled again, letting his fingers slide from your dripping hole. You grimaced at the loss, trying to move your legs back together, but you were shocked when Changbin grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up into his arms.

“W-What? What are you-?”

He held onto your hips, waiting until your arms were wrapped around his neck securely to stand up. You were suddenly in the air, jaw still dropped while you stared at him in disbelief. He’d really just lifted you up like you were nothing. Your pussy was throbbing again. “Not using your legs, remember? I’m gonna hold you.”

“Y-You- oh.” You gasped when he was holding you close to him, letting one hand drop to position his cock at your entrance. You were being held up completely, one hand at the small of your back to hold you close and not let you fall while his other was finally allowing himself to have some release. Instead of pushing his dick in, his hands went back to your hips, staring into your eyes as he simply let you drop onto his cock, taking it in all at once. “Oh- oh shit, Changbin, it’s so fucking thick!”

Changbin simply grunted, giving you next to no time to adjust before he was grabbing your hips, bouncing you onto his cock. “G-Gonna just fucking use you like my little fucktoy. That… Is that okay, bunny?” He was struggling to get his words out, hands on your hips tightly while he moved you up and down on his cock. Your eyes rolled back into your head, fingers gripping onto his neck tightly. It was such a big fucking stretch, feeling like you were being ripped apart but you loved it, your hole leaking more slick the quicker he bounced you.

“Yeah, yeah, love it, fucking- use me like your fleshlight, Binnie,” You whined, letting your head drop into the crook of his neck. You could smell his sweat, the odour of manliness filling your senses and just proving to turn you on more. He was so manly, made up entirely of thick muscle and a thick fucking cock with a cheerful, loveable personality. The man fucking giggles, for God’s sake. You put your hands on his shoulders for purchase, trying to squirm to ride him yourself, but his tight grip was not one to be matched.

“I’m not like Minho or Jisung, little bunny, I want to cum inside you and have you - fucking shit - full of me,” Changbin groaned, pumping you quicker. You could feel his heavy balls slapping against your asscheeks, making you whine. You wish you’d got them in your mouth first. “C-Can I do that? Can I creampie this little pussy, get you to leak me out all day?”

You keened, nodding, eyes blurry. “Mm, yeah, want your cum Binnie. Gonna fill me up? Please, please,” You were babbling, feeling your cunt clench around him tighter at the mention of him filling you up with his cum. Thank God for birth control.

“Told you you don’t need to beg with me. You want me to cream inside of you? This pussy’s so tight, little bunny, it- it’ll be fucking- oh- overflowing, dripping out,” You clenched harder at that, eyes rolling back into your head. You were sure you were drooling on his shoulder. “So tight, so small. Feel so good around my cock, bunny. You’re so small, I can just pick you up like this and bounce you like a toy.”

“‘M not small, Binnie, you’re just fucking strong,” You whimpered. Changbin moaned loudly at this, walking you over to pin you against the wall. You could feel your back slide around on it with the sweat accumulating on your spine, but you really couldn’t give a fuck, focusing on the cock pistoning in and out of your dripping hole. His body against yours would keep you upright if you slid around, his chest nice and sturdy. “So strong, Binnie, shit- you’re so- your arms, your tits, fucking-”

“Yeah? Y-You like them?” Changbin asked, his biceps flexing with the effort of holding your hips up. His cock pumped steadily into you, him almost sounding insecure - you knew it was just the effect of the pleasure you were both feeling.

“Mm, love them. You’re so fucking sexy, Binnie, knew I had to have you,” You tightened your hand on his shoulder to let your other hand go down and rub your clit, rubbing steady circles around the small button. Changbin groaned, his head dropping forward, forehead pressing against yours to gaze down at you touching yourself. You let out loud moans and whines, feeling yourself get closer and closer to your peak. “Binnie, fuck- getting close, oh…”

Changbin nodded against your head, pulling your hips even closer to him to hit you deeper while he bounced you on his cock. You could feel the slick slide of his cock in and out of you, and he didn’t even look anything close to tired despite ramming you up and down on his cock for this long. He had some amazing stamina. “C’mon, pretty bunny. Cream all over my cock, c’mon. Feels good, yeah?”

“Yeah, f-feels so good, Binnie, ah-“ You jolted at a particularly hard thrust, fingers rubbing quicker against your bundle of nerves. “Yeah, yeah, gonna cum!”

“That’s it, you’re so- so fucking good for me. Binnie’s bunny is so good, h-huh? C’mon, let me feel you make a mess on my cock,” Your jaw dropped in a silent scream as your orgasm hit, making a mess of Changbin in a gushing orgasm. He moaned, encouraging you with little coos as you let the pleasure bloom from your pussy and all over your body.

Changbin didn’t stop thrusting, something that alarmed you a bit, but you could handle it. You let him push you against the wall sharply and start to thrust into you instead, his hips moving on autopilot. You whined through the sensitivity, your walls still fluttering around him as he fucked up into your g-spot.

You looked down at his cock stretching your hole, seeing the hair at the bottom of his tummy and his pubes wet with your juices. The sight was erotic, primal - it made you wonder if you could cum again. Without thinking too much into it, you dipped your fingers down to collect some of your cum that had amassed in the hair and pressed them into Changbin’s mouth.

He promptly keened into your mouth, tongue swirling around the digits. He let his jaw drop open, your wet fingers dropping out onto his chin. “Mm- gonna c-cum, please, please!” What was with these frat boys and begging you? You were still trying to ignore the sensitivity of your pussy and focus on the pleasure, but you nodded nonetheless.

“Yeah? Cum for me Binnie, come on. Breed me nice and full, yeah?” Changbin whined loudly, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. He was drooling all over your skin, pressing wet, messy kisses into your neck. All of a sudden, his hips halted, and you could feel a new warmth filling you up. He let out one singular whimper, his breath coming in heavy pants as he filled you up.

You gripped his shoulders, letting him pull his head up to look at you. He gazed at you with watery eyes, before blinking at you and laughing in disbelief. “Jesus fucking Christ, bunny. Fuck!”

You giggled, fingers dancing over his skin affectionately. “Good?” Changbin rewarded you with a scoff, still keeping his arms around you. He carried you over to a bench and promptly sat down, his softening cock still inside you. It was rather comforting.

“Good? I don’t think I’ve ever behaved like that in my life. I’m normally a bit… softer,” Changbin admitted, his cheeks burning. You cooed, squishing his cheeks in your fingers and making him swat your hands away. “Hey, no!”

“Sorry, Binnie. You’re just super cute.”

“Yeah, well…” He rubbed the back of his neck, timid and bashful. “Anyway, we should get you cleaned up and dressed. Minho’s gonna be here in about-“

A knock on the door interrupted you both, making you shoot up and off his lap. You clearly over judged your own stability though, because you immediately fell to the floor from how weak your legs were. You squeaked, face planting the ground.

Changbin burst out in hysterical giggles, barely managing to pull himself together to tug his boxers back on and go to unlock the door. You briefly wondered what was going on, why he was so ready to answer the door in so little clothes, and… had he said Minho was coming? Oh. The lock was slid open by Changbin’s deft fingers and then the door followed afterwards, opened just enough to allow a body to enter.

“Um. Are they okay? Did you kill them?” You looked up at the familiar voice, seeing Minho standing there in front of your eyes. You blinked.

“What… why are you here?” You managed to get out. Minho simply laughed mirthlessly.

“Well, someone’s got to take responsibility for you and take you home when you’re fucked boneless, right?”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You laid on Minho’s chest later that day, watching some random anime on his laptop perched on his lap. You weren’t even paying attention, thoughts running rampant. “Minho, is it weird you’re… um, letting me fuck your frat brothers?”

“Letting is the right word,” Minho hummed, fingers scratching over your scalp softly. “You make me feel good. Who would I be to deny my brothers the same pleasure?”

You nodded. It made sense, you supposed. “Yeah. Okay, yeah. But… are we…?”

Minho was brief, a monotone statement. “No more questions. You know what we are.”

You blinked. You nodded again, turning your attention back to the screen.

Whatever you and Minho were, your situationship that you had going on, you were content for the time being. You got to fuck around, live your hot bitch summer, and then go home to the one you wanted the most.

What could be more perfect, really?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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sanakimohara · 6 months ago

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[ DANGEROUS DEVOTION ] - S. C.

master lists <> + CHRISTMAS EVENT: day one < > day three (n/a)

pairing: Changbin x fem! reader

summary: Changbin is hired to protect you from a dangerous enemy, but his overprotective nature becomes suffocating. Is he protecting you from harm, or is he the danger you must save from?

date: December 23rd, 2024

playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3JprLj2NsxJRdY8zsLGoqs?si=wXUixpC2ReC6q5rkKMru4g&pi=u-ljo4I4p8RPOb

warnings: MDNI + NSFW + SLIGHT ANGST + MENTIONS OF DEATH + MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE + MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL + ANAL + SHOWER SEX + TOXIC RELATIONSHIP

Being the youngest daughter of a high-ranking diplomat came with its perks and expectations. From private jets and designer wardrobes to exclusive events and world-class education, your life was a whirlwind of privilege that seemed extravagant to outsiders but was simply part of the norm for high-profile families. Beneath the polished surface of gala dinners and international travel, though, lay the weight of unspoken rules, constant scrutiny, and a life lived under the shadow of diplomacy. For better or worse, your world was one of luxury, security, and the quiet understanding that everything came at a price.

Sometimes, that price puts your life at risk, so your father insisted you accept his proposal of a personal bodyguard capable of protecting you and you alone. After many rounds of debriefs, debates, and deliberations, a decision was made, and a candidate of your father's choosing was hand-picked to fill the role.

He addressed him as First Captain Seo.

You’d grown to know him as Changbin-Binnie when you felt exceptionally comfortable with him.

He was loyal from the start. Trained to handle most, if not all, situations that involve a risk to your safety. There wasn’t a time in the last two years you could remember ever feeling unsafe or unsecured in his presence. His job was your life, and Changbin did not take his responsibility for you lightly.

Although that very virtue of his could be rather tenuous to engage or shift.

Especially at the height of your family’s public appearances and the holiday traveling frenzy. Press tours, interviews, shopping trips, long flights, and tedious schedules were enough. But now came the pending and deliberate threat of opposition to your family's legitimate rule.

A faction of society had deemed royalty or any other form of monarchy within government as useless and disposable. The first to perish at their will was your closest cousin. Passing away in a terrible car crash, only a country away during a diplomatic venture. Their sudden and proclaimed death at the hands of flightless revolutionaries put your father on edge in every aspect, which meant Changbin had a much harder job than usual.

December 23rd, White House Gilded Gala. 10:25 PM

Changbin was counting. He always counted.

How many doors and exits were there?

How many heads were within an 800-foot radius of himself and those in his charge?

How many seconds had passed until the next minute?

How many openings were there for possible intruders or aggravators?

He was always counting.

But as of now, he was tallying the number of champagne flutes you were tossing back.

You’d started early in the night, promising your father that you wouldn’t get as tipsy as last time, but Changbin was well aware you couldn’t keep your word while grieving over your lost cousin.

One drink turned into three, and those three spiraled into…

Changbin minced his train of thought, watching you take the last sip of rose from the clear glass before adding it to his mental scoreboard of your alcohol intake.

That was number eight for you now, and it looked as if you wanted a ninth to follow it from the way he saw your gaze trail after a waiter walking by with a full silver tray of new drinks.

He couldn’t let you keep doing this.

Not tonight, and not for the entirety of it.

Partly due to your father’s wishes but caused mainly by his partiality to you in general….

A particular emotion that hung over his head constantly when you were in his presence that he wished for a while would disappear and never return but had recently come to terms with upon the news of your relatives passing. No bodyguard, well-intentioned and capable or not, should feel the attachment Changbin accepted the moment he saw you crumble to tears in your father’s arms hearing the news.

He knew falling in love with you wasn’t a part of his job description, but it drove his obsession with keeping you safe from harm to new heights. He wouldn’t fail your father and wouldn’t let you slip through his fingers as quickly as your cousin had slipped through her protector's reach.

So, just as you moved to follow the waiter and ask for a ninth glass of champagne, Changbin stepped into your path and caught your dazed gaze with a tilt of his head. “I think you’ve had enough to drink for one night, Miss Y/n.”

His voice was firm yet gentle, starkly contrasting the chaos around the room. You blinked owlishly, trying to focus on his words. “But I’m just getting started,” you responded, slurring slightly, playfully trying to step past him. Changbin's expression softened as he placed a firm yet gentle hand on your left hip. "I'm afraid you'll have to pace yourself," he murmured, steering you away from the waiter's direction.

Your lips part to protest his guidance, but they quickly snap shut as Changbin eyes you with a pointed stare.

The one that made you stop and think.

The one that made your heart race and your cunt throb without warning.

The only stare that told you exactly what was on his mind and why you shouldn’t even attempt to question his actions.

You gulped down a bratty statement, woozy from the alcohol and now aware of the few stares settling on the both of you. A single breath left your lips before you eased into Changbin’s lead, following his heavy and assured steps with your heeled and barely steadied ones, but the security of his hand on your lower back kept you upright and formal to anyone who looked away.

You were tempted to trip yourself up. Make his hand slip a bit lower to graze the curve of your backside hidden underneath the dress you wore to fit the Gala’s modestly endeavored theme of excellence during the season of cheer.

You felt anything but cheerful, sound of mind, or happy. The gleaming lights looked dull. The chatter you suffered through with grace felt like more of a burden. Not even the prettiest of lies and gossip could occupy your mind.

You felt miserable. A doll trapped in a glass box and puppeteered to be perfect when you felt anything but.

Changbin could see it written across your face, looking right past the small smiles you flashed by-passers and keen to the lack of energy you emitted on the trek back to your designated rooms within the government household. Seeing your spirits torn to shreds pained him, and he considered how to cheer you up. He did security checks throughout your private room while you shuffled into a warm shower.

He could read poems…that seemed to work on you often.

He could let you vent if you had the energy to do so again…

He could…

Changbin paused his train of thought, braced by a sudden idea that morphed into a dangerous confidence as he listened for the shower head to turn on.

You stood beneath the water in solace. Upset, that waterproof makeup never smeared with tears that hadn’t seemed to stop coming from your eyes for a week straight now. Nothing helped. Not shopping. Not talking and not hiding.

And god, did you hide…

Forced to live a stricter life and reminded every day that no matter how secure you may feel, the real enemy, family, never rested and grew restless at the simple thought of your existence.

But that was the cost of it all, and you wished occasionally to share the burden with someone who understood you.

Your fears.

Your hopes.

Your life.

And the one person you had begun to let in was now buried six feet under with a branding of rebellion ragged on their mauled body.

You cried at the very thought, whimpering sobs into the running water as if to go unheard, but knowing Changbin could hear every single sound. In a start of shame and embarrassment, you turned to face the wet shower wall, arms raised to hug yourself for a send of comfort as hot droplets of water pattered your bare skin and steam rose from the marbled shower floor to your pouring eyes.

You sniffled, staring at your feet and hoping your heart would cease to ache for a mere second so you could breathe without wanting to fall to pieces; your hopeful thoughts were halted as a much more significant presence came between you and the rushing water.

You knew who it was without a singular glance back, able to feel the ever-present tension in his body a mile away even when he never strayed a foot from you, and you thanked god he never did. Changbin was careful with his approach, hearing you cry softly under running water while undressing from his monochromatic black suit and tie before slipping into the shower with you.

The grey and silver watch on his writs ticked softly, counting the thirty seconds it took you to register his looming presence and measuring the minute and a half of comfortable silence that hung in the steamed room when you did.

This was rare.

This was special to you.

This was indefinitely crossing a line for him.

But he’d done it before on your behalf many times. More often than not, it was as innocent as lingering stares when he should be casing your surroundings, and you should be paying attention to your current task. Sometimes, it was a smooth touch of his hand across parts of your body he had no reason to touch when escorting you from one spot to the next. Other times, it was your quick and chaste kisses on his cheek when you thought something he said was particularly funny or sarcastic -but this only occurred within the utmost private of moments.

And then there were times like this.

Where you both knew so much better.

Where a secret was just that.

A secret between the both of you.

Just like the rest you kept.

Adding to the growing pile of things you’d seen Changbin do and say in the name of your protection.

Killing men with his bare hands -once in front of you for no other reason than him overstaying his welcome in your hotel room during a private trip to Milan.

Threatening reporters who dared to scrutinize you with a charming smile and a promise of eminent destruction if they didn’t retract their statements about you.

Openly unimpressed with your choice of public relationships with various champions, he stalked in the shadows until they eventually felt too unsettled by his constant presence in your life and broke their line of acquaintance with you as a natural result.

First, Captain Seo Changbin was, by all accounts, obsessed with you.

It was painful, to say the least, and intoxicating at most.

You’d thought of saying something. Doing something to alter his fixation on you, but your resolve crumbled to dust at the thought of never having his eyes on you so intensely again.

He paid attention to you.

He sought you out.

He would pay for it, and so would you, but you could care less feeling his warmth, breath fan across the damp skin of your right shoulder all the way up to the crook of your craning neck.

You relaxed, breathing in the musk of his evaporating cologne as his toned front melted into your soaked back. Your hands found a wet wall at the familiar contact, manicured nails digging into the smooth surface as his warm skin electrified yours, and your lips falling apart at the hardened length he pressed into the curve of your ass and lower back.

“Binnie…” you whined quietly, too shy to look him in the eye, and hardly assured of yourself when he snapped you out of your crying fit so abruptly. He hummed deep within his chest, strong hands lowering to knead the fat of your hips and the dip of your stomach, “I hate hearing you cry so much…tell me you know that, Princess..”

Your heart jumped at his sincerity, and before a logical barrier rose in your mind, your mouth was open to shaking him: “I know. I'm sorry…I can’t help it.”

Changbin sighed, planting a kiss behind your left ear as he swept your hair to the right and rested his head against your own, coaxing you to keen and meet his eyes. You obeyed, lovingly seeing his steady gaze look through you like crystal-clear glass. “You need my help..” he uttered, and you knew the statement was far from a question, simply nodding in response to him and blushing as he smiled softly at your wordless confession. “Tell me you need it, sweetheart…” his voice dipped lower in volume, a low rumble as he gently kissed your trembling lips before speaking again. “Tell me you need it to stop…all that pain and…suffering…” Changbin kept you waiting for one kiss after the next as he spoke, barely grazing his tongue into your mouth with each pass and his hips unmoving against yours that began to slowly circle in an attempt to ease the throbbing between your shaken legs.

He caught your jaw with his right hand, fingertips melding into your dampened skin as he angled your head back on his shoulder to force your smaller weight closer to the wall with his impactful stature. You didn’t refuse the new position, blinking slowly as your brain finally began to shut off and delve into a mindless desire for him. “Tell me you need me to fix you again…” He stifled a groan, hips urging forward into yours on his own accord, and his gaze lowering to watch his cock press into your lower back.

You shuddered, finally finding your voice and recapturing his attention with a dazed answer. “I ….need you …t’fix me…please.” Hot tears pooled at your bottom lashes, but you couldn’t care enough to wipe them away as the admission slipped off your tongue and into the steam filling the air. “O-one last time,” you rush out in a whisper, knowing it wouldn’t be but still drawing the imaginary line.

He’d cross every time, and you’d let him.

It was too easy and so much better than pretending he wasn’t the only one capable of doing it.

As if he weren’t the only man to place you in a steady headlock, bicep trapping your throat, and his head tucked into your neck to place lingering wet kisses on your skin as he slid his cock along your plush ass in slowed thrusts.

As if he weren’t the only man to press a hand over your mouth, muting the whines and shouts you gave while his girth slid up and down your most sensitive area, gripping your gaping jaw tight to quiet the inevitable half scream and half moan of his name as he pushed the head of his length past your trained rim.

As if he weren’t the only man to whisper little praises in your ear while nearly splitting you in half with his cock, easing thick inch after thick inch into the tight space as he’d done so many times before, and in a near mess to rival your own when he’d successfully stuffed your ass with what it could take of him.

As if he weren’t the one to wrap a hand through your hair in a tight fist, pulling at the wet strands in practiced strength, manhandling whatever part of your more petite body he could as his length plunged in and out of your fluttering hole.

As if he weren’t the one grunt and groaning profanities and discreet assurances in your ear, tempted to mark up your skin but aware that doing so would ruin all the forbidden fun in your shared future.

As if he weren’t the one, panting into your neck, thankful for the running water dousing you both and keeping your entrance slick and undeniably ready for him.

You had no will to confront him. In love with the pain and elation of it all and tempted to shout it out loud the moment he slipped a hand to settle on your dripping cunt. Changbin knew his way around you just the same way he did any obstacle. Disarming you with slow and tight circles of two fingers on your clit, using them to spread your folds before diving them deep into your entrance and curling them forward to hit a spot that brought stars to your eyes.

He switched between thrusting his cock into your ass and pumping his fingers into your drenched cunt. You reeled at the sensations, wanting to go limp as they overlapped, and urged the coil in your core to tighten minute by minute.

Changbin stopped counting.

Abandoning his vigilance entirely as his high inched closer and entirely too caught up in the tension of your perky rim around his length and the steady flutter of your cunt’s warm walls to keep track of anything else.

This was fixing you.

This was his way of protecting you.

This was your way of thanking him for it.

Even with cum dripping down your thighs for the rest of the night.

A/N: I’m sick so this is late but whatever

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milkteabinniechan · 11 months ago

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♡Knockout Love - Changbin

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: boxer! Changbin x fem! reader

summary: In a bustling city, a talented fighter is climbing the ranks of the professional boxing world. During a crucial match, Changbin locks eyes witn you in the audience. Distracted, he takes a hard hit to the face...

warnings: just fluff, kissing, physical fighting (punching, kicking), gambling

a/n: this one was a little more personal and I just thought binnie fit the role so perfectly! Happy birthday Binnie baby!

Adrenaline is defined as a substance that is released in the body of a person who is feeling a strong emotion, causing the heart to beat faster and give the person more energy. Changbin was close to the finish line. Years of running in a straight line had led him to this exact point. He could see it just ahead.

The arena buzzed with excitement, the crowd’s roar echoing off the walls as the two fighters entered the ring under the bright, unforgiving lights. In one corner stood Changbin, his muscles taut and eyes focused. Across from him stood his opponent, a well-known fighter who bounced lightly on his feet, exuding confidence and agility. Changbin watched as he flitted back and forth, arms already raised and ready. Something about this fight felt different, some kind of electricity buzzed in the air around them.

As the first bell rang, his opponent charged forward, throwing a series of quick jabs. Changbin deftly dodged and countered with a powerful uppercut, landing it squarely on the other fighter’s chin. Changbin’s opponent faltered for a moment but quickly recovered. The fighter danced around the ring, his footwork impeccable. While Changbin relied on brute strength, delivering punishing blows whenever he saw an opening. He could hear his coach shouting at him from the corner of the ring.

Come on! Hit him! Don’t back down!

Everything had been leading to this. All of his training, all of his tireless, bleeding, aching, miserable moments had led him to this. Changbin had never known anything in life that he wanted more than to win. Until he saw you.

********************

You were on a terrible date. Not just terrible. But a boring, incompatible, mentally exhausting date. The man escorting you around town was exactly your type. He was tall, handsome, successful and arrogant. But as the two of you walked downtown, you couldn’t help but wonder why you were so miserable. He was everything you had always looked for in a man. He even smelled rich, so what was the problem?

He continued to talk on his phone as he led you down the street. He was presumably on a business call with some other rich assholes that were most likely just as arrogant. Mr. Wall Street. He led you to a rundown building that looked like it should be condemned. You furrowed your brow at the sight while your date gave you a cocky smile and a simple: trust me. You followed Mr. Wall Street down a flight of stairs that opened up to a large, abandoned warehouse. Inside was one single boxing ring surrounded by hundreds of screaming men. Some men yelled obscenities while some had fists full of cash they were swinging around wildly.

“Why did you bring me here?” You asked with a sneer.

Mr. Wall Street looked you up and down and rolled his eyes. “Come on baby,” his arm already snaking around your waist, “it will be fun. Besides, I always make great money on this guy.”

His finger pointed to a stocky, but chiseled boxer at one end of the ring. Your eyes drank in his entire form, his arms glistening from the bright lights, his forehead dripping with sweat. While his body looked very strong and almost intimidating, his face looked soft and kind. You continued to stare at the boxer as you and Mr. Wall Street took your seats beside the ring. You listened to the MC announce his name as Seo Changbin.

The fight had begun with the first bell ring. You watched the way Changbin moved and landed blows with an almost water-like fluidity. The crowd erupted with every successful hit, a sea of cheering, gasping, and shouting, their energy feeding the intensity of the match. Your heart picked up speed as your eyes followed Changbin’s movements. You had never been to a boxing match before, never even watched one on the television. However, you found yourself captivated with his ebb and flow.

“Didn’t I tell you this guy was great?” Mr. Wall Street slugged his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him.

Your body reacted immediately, tensing up and already trying to pull away. But instead you nodded your head, fixing your eyes back on the match.

In the final round, both fighters were exhausted. The score was tied and everyone waited with bated breath as the bell echoed through the room. Determination etched on his face, Changbin fought through the main that was coursing through his muscles. The first rule they teach you, before anything else, is to keep your eyes on your opponent. Never break eye contact, even for a second. Because that second could change everything.

Changbin’s fists were like pistons, relentless and powerful. His opponent's moves, however, were calculated. Each punch landed with a resounding thud, sending ripples of pain through their bodies. Sweat flew off their brows with every impact, muscles straining under the pressure. Pressure was all Changbin had been feeling for months. He dodged another hit, this time barely missing his chin. As he turned his head swiftly to the left, his eyes locked with yours. You were luminous. The harsh lights of the arena seemed to give you an angelic glow that singled you out from the rest of the crowd. He had never seen anything so beauti-

Never break eye contact, not even for a second.

Changbin’s opponent saw his opening and pounced with hestistation, landing a devastating hook that sent Changbin to the mat. The crowd exploded in a mixture of cheers and anger. Some men even tried to rush the ring, seeing their money, their bets, fall flat onto the floor of the mat. Changbin laid unconscious for a moment, his coach at his side, shaking and slapping his face. The referee soon entered the ring and lifted the arm of the other fighter. The audience was en emotion mix of joy and sadness, including Mr. Wall Street.

You stood from your seat and tried to see Changbin from the waves of angry men that were now surrounding him. As you attempted to get closer, your date grabbed your hand and pulled you aside and down a hallway.

“What-What are we doing?” You stammered as your date continued to pull you behind him.

“That asshole owes me money! I can’t believe he lost…” Mr. Wall Street was fuming, his grip on your hand growing stronger.

The two of you finally stopped outside of a plain, white door. His fists pounded on the door and demanded to see the fighter, Changbin. Changbin opened the door slowly, holding a small ice pack on his cheek.

“Yeah?” He spoke with a soft exhaustion.

Mr. Wall Street stood fuming. The air was thick with anticipation as the two men faced each other. Changbin hadn’t noticed you standing there, his head still cloudy from the fight. Your date stepped closer and demanded money. He told Changbin that he is not a man who likes to lose. He told him that he was getting that money one way or another. Changbin scoffed and rolled his eyes. This was not the first time an entitled asshole came crying to him when they lost a bet. You slowly stepped in front of your date and apologized.

“Sorry about this, about the fight.” You said in a tender voice. You weren’t really sure what to say, but you felt you had to say something. Changbin’s eyes softened as he recognized your face again. His body instinctively moved towards yours as you spoke. His eyes watched you closely, almost hypnotized by the sound of your voice.

Mr. Wall Street huffed and swiftly grabbed your arm, pulling you back behind him. You let out a sharp gasp as you stumbled backwards. Changbin felt lightning shooting through his fingertips at the sight of you falling back. He didn’t think about his next move, he didn’t have to. His fists clenched as his jaw tightened. With a swift motion, Changbin swung his fist, landing a solid punch on Mr. Wall Street’s jaw. A sharp crack echoed, and he staggered back, pain flashing across his face. He looked at You then back and Changbin before finally shouting “fuck this!”

He was gone in a flash down the hallway while the two of you stood across from each other in complete silence. Changbin shook off his hand, his knuckles tingling slightly from the impact. He looked at you again, “Are you alright?” His voice was a little gruff and irritated.

You didn’t think about your next move, you didn't have to. Your heart raced as you crashed your lips into his. His lips were soft and warm against yours. You felt the gentle pressure as he pulled you closer, his hand resting lightly on your back. A rush of warmth spread through you, a mix of excitement and tenderness. The entire arena seemed to fade away and all you could think about was how right this moment felt. Changbin held you close against him, his arms surrounding you completely. He was so delicate with you, so tender. Changbin moaned softly into the kiss as you leaned further into him. He had never been so happy to lose a fight.

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