#seunghee x reader

[1luvkarina]

oh my girl

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Mimi

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YooA

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Seunghee

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Arin

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Yubin

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Hyojung

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OT6

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[vex91]

Oh My Girl Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Choi Hyojung:

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Kim Mihyun:

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Yoo Shiah:

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Hyun Seunghee:

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Bae Yubin:

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[cybrsan]

Can I request a smut with dom Seonghwa with prompts 106 and 107. He’s a ceo and while at work his gf suddenly decides to visit him. She realizes he’s busy so in order to get his attention she makes him jealous by flirting with Hwa’s coworker and he gets angry and then they end up fucking 😋

Prompts: 106. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget that asshole's name." + 107. "Bend over the desk, love." Pairing: CEO!Seonghwa x F!Reader Genre: Smut Word Count: 1.6k Tags/warnings: Possessiveness, unsafe sex, semi-public sex, jealous sex, creampie, spanking, subtle sir kink

Rules for requesting can be found here and my masterlist can be found here.

“Mr. Park is busy at the moment. You can take a seat in the waiting room, and I’ll call for you when he’s ready.” 

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, counting backward from 5. It is taking all of your willpower not to throw a tantrum like a spoiled child. It has already been a rough day, and all you want is to enjoy your lunch with your boyfriend. Yet, here you are, essentially being told to go to the back of the metaphorical line. It is for this reason that you’ve never liked Seunghee—she knows who you are, yet she still insists on giving you the runaround. 

“He and I have a lunch date scheduled. If you would just call up to him, I’m sure—” 

“I’m sorry, but he’s in a meeting. You can take a seat and wait for him, or I can have him call you at his earliest convenience.” 

“You know what? No. I’m heading up to his office, and if you have a problem with that, you can call security. But have fun explaining that to Mr. Park.”

She gapes at you as you walk away, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. You find a sick kind of satisfaction in it and, to further rub salt in the wound, give her a dainty wave and smile as the elevator doors close. You head all the way up to the 19th floor and are fully prepared to wait in Seonghwa’s office until he’s free, expecting that he would be in one of the conference rooms. However, to your surprise, he’s already in his office—but not alone. 

One of the most beautiful women you have ever seen sits across from him, her image reflected in the abstract mirror hanging behind his desk. Her long, dark hair cascades in rivulets down her back, her lips both similar in shape and color to a peach. Her eyes are foxlike, sharp and alluring, intense even through the reflection. You bristle with envy, though you try not to make it a habit to compare yourself to others.

Then there’s Seonghwa. He looks as stunning as ever, every detail of his appearance meticulously perfected despite his long work day. His dark hair sweeps across his forehead, each strand seeming to fall effortlessly into place in a way that accentuates his beauty. The dark blue suit you helped him pick out hugs his torso nicely, just form-fitting enough to show off his best features. His slender hands are folded on the desk in front of him, mere centimeters away from her dainty, well-manicured ones. And, god, those big, brown doe eyes of his that you love so much are watching her so intently. 

You know that she is probably the representative of a company that wants to merge or some up-and-coming actress that is looking for representation. You know that Seonghwa is just doing his job and that he has a bad habit of looking at everyone with stars in his eyes. But, despite yourself, you can’t fight back the jealousy that you feel. So, indulging in one of your own bad habits, you sidestep his office and head into his CMO’s office instead. The two offices are connected only by a glass window and the blinds are currently open, so you know that he will be able to see you. 

Surely enough, he notices you not long after Minho does, and both of their eyes widen in surprise. Unlike Minho, however, he has a meeting to focus on and quickly returns his focus to the woman.

“Y/N!” Minho says, getting up to greet you. “What a pleasant surprise. Are you here to see Seonghwa?” 

He holds out his hand, but you move forward and hug him instead. There’s nothing about it he would find odd—it’s quick, friendly, not unusual for a greeting. Yet you know, and Seonghwa knows, there’s more to it than that. Speaking of your boyfriend, he must have noticed your movement out of the corner of his vision if his stiff posture is any indication. You watch with satisfaction as he tongues the inside of his cheek, knowing he tends to do that whenever he’s upset. 

“Hey, Minho. I was, but he seems busy at the moment. Have you eaten yet? I’m not in the mood to eat alone.” 

“I was just about to go on my lunch break, so your timing couldn’t have been any more perfect. Please, join me.” 

He pulls out a seat for you—what a gentleman—before quickly excusing himself to the kitchens so he can grab his own food. You make yourself comfortable, clearing some room on his desk, and are just about to start eating when you hear the door to his office open. 

“That was fast,” you say without looking up. “What do you have to eat?” 

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?” 

You jump in your seat, taken aback as you expected to hear Minho’s voice. Instead, you’re met with a frustrated Seonghwa, his tone laced with annoyance. He strides over to you and spins your chair around so that you’re forced to look up at him. 

Grabbing your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, he continues, “Well? I thought you were here for me, but apparently, I was mistaken.” 

You shake yourself out of his grasp, standing up to fix the imbalance of power. “I was, but it looks like you were busy. Funny how you didn’t mention anything about a meeting this morning.” 

“You’re jealous? Is that it? So the first thing you do is turn to one of my coworkers, one of my friends, for attention.” His eyes darken and he moves forward, forcing you to back up until the back of your legs hit Minho’s desk. “What, exactly, were you hoping to get out of this?” 

Before you can answer, someone clears their throat. The two of you turn to face a confused Minho standing in the doorway, a fork in one hand and his food in the other. “Oh, Hwa, will you be joining us for lunch?” 

“Sorry, but I was promised a lunch date. Why don’t you go eat in the cafeteria with the others?” 

Minho narrows his eyes, obviously catching onto the fact that Seonghwa wants him to vacate his office. “Sure… Just eat in your own office, if you don’t mind.” The hint is almost as subtle as Seonghwa’s, but it’s there. 

“Of course. I’ll talk to you later.” 

With a nod, Minho walks away, leaving you and Seonghwa with total privacy. Without sparing you a glance, Seonghwa turns and heads into his own office.

“Bring the food,” he says. “Or don’t. I don’t think we’ll have time to eat anyway.” 

His words send a jolt straight to your core, the hidden promise of what’s to come enough to excite you. You grab the food only to haphazardly discard it on one of the chairs in Seonghwa’s room. You watch as he grabs the remote control for the blinds and closes them so that the two of you will be hidden from any prying eyes. Then, he sits at his desk, crossing one leg over the other as he looks at you expectantly. When you make no move to do anything, he sighs.

“Bend over the desk, love, before I lose my patience.” 

You immediately do as he asks, not minding the way the various stationary supplies littering his desk press into you uncomfortably. You know that if you make a mess of his desk, you’ll only receive more of a punishment. Your dress rides up your thighs, and Seonghwa stands, pushing it up further so that the whole of your ass is exposed to him. He rubs the skin gently, caressing it with his palms, before bringing one of his hands down with a resounding smack. Your body ricochets forward with the force, and you bite back a moan, watching as some of his papers flutter to the ground. 

“Is this what you wanted? To be punished like the little slut you are?” He smacks you again, and this time you can’t help the strangled noise that escapes your lips. “Flirting with another man right in front of me, just because I was meeting with a woman.” He tsks. “She’s the owner of a perfume company, by the way. She wants to make a signature scent for the movie we just released that has gained a bit of a cult following—she thinks it is a good mutual investment.” 

You look back at him, cheek pressed to the hardwood of his desk, your words a bit muffled due to the position. “I would barely call a hug flirting.” 

“I don’t care what you would call it—I’m going to fuck you until you forget that asshole’s name. And if you talk back to me one more time, you can expect a lot worse than a spanking.” 

His threat is enough to shut you up. “Okay, sir.” 

“Oh, now you’re obedient? All pliant and ready for me to use you?”

“Yessir.” 

He lovingly trails a hand down your spine, his light touch enough to make you squirm. “Good.” 

Next thing you know, he’s grabbing your hips with a bruising force, plowing into you from behind, panting into your ear about how you belong to him and only him. All you can do is whine and moan, barely able to grasp reality except to cry over how good he’s making you feel. He brings you to the edge again and again, not caring about how overstimulated you get as he chases his own pleasure. He comes inside you and doesn’t allow you to do anything about the mess; instead, he helps you slip back into your thong and orders you to keep it inside of you until you get home. 

The walk out of his building is awkward, to say the least.

[ryuwonieebae]

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓

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𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 (에스쿱스), Imagines, One-shot

Genre : fluff, romance

Pairing : Dad!Seungcheol x fem!reader

Warning : use of pet names, Scoups is scared of y/n!

A/n : This fanfiction is purely based on my imagination only. It's totally fictional. I hope this is good enough to make you guys happy. I'm still learning to write creatively. Thank you for supporting me. It means a lot to me. Thanks to my besties too<3...

When you thought that your daughter is a soft girl but boy she proved you wrong...

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"Mommy! mommy!" your 5-year-old daughter came running excitedly while calling out to you. Her excitement made you curious. With her tiny steps, and her dimple smile which she inherited from her dad, she looked even more adorable.

"Slow down, sweetheart. You might fall" you said in your most calming tone, slowly crouching down to her height.

"It doesn't matter. But what matters now is that I punched a boy!" she stated while giving you an innocent smile while your jaw dropped.

"You did what!? Choi Seung-hee! It's not–"

"Before you scold me listen to the story. So, actually what happened was (a huge sigh). I-was-minding-my-own-business-when-that-kid-came-and-started-teasing-me-and-it-made-me-angry-an–"

"Okay okay enough, I got the point but still punching someone isn't a good deed, right"

Seunghee nodded

"What if he tells about it to his parents? You might get scolded, sweetheart" even though you were disappointed, you couldn't be mad at your daughter. After all, she's just 5.

"Don't worry, mommy. I blackmailed him by saying that I'll will smack him again and again if he told about it to anyone" that's when you realised who could be behind this drama.

"You know what? Go to your room, dear. I'll talk to you later" with a reassuring smile, you sent your daughter back to her bedroom.

[FLASHBACK]

"Yah! YOU! ASPARAGUSEU! How DARE you touch my book!?

"I just touched it! You shorty!"

"You touched it!" you hit his head so hard that he felt like the whole world started to spin. Anger took over 10-year-old Seungcheol as he pulled 8-year-old y/n's braid causing her to flinch. You roared and pulled his short hair back which ended up being a big fight for no reason.

The front door opened revealing excited Seungcheol with two bouquets, one larger than the other filled with colourful roses and chocolates while the other one was decorated with baby breaths and a cute teddy bear.

Seunghee ran towards him with a wide grin, showing off her dimple. Seungcheol dropped his things and carefully placed the bouquets on the ground while crouching as soon as he saw his adorable daughter heading towards him. He scooped his daughter and embraced her, placing kisses all over her face.

Seunghee giggled and whispered something in Seungcheol's ear which he responded by nodding his head. He carefully put his daughter as if she's fragile. He made a shushing sound cutely and tiptoed into the house like a pro thief with his daughter following her dad's act.

"CHOI SEUNGCHEOL... "

Seungcheol stopped in his tracks and turned around only to catch the sight of you shooting death glares at him. He was panicking but managed to form a fake smile.

"I need an explanation" shiver ran down his spine at your demanding tone. No one would've expected the most fearsome person to be scared of his wife. Seunghee sprinted away while Seungcheol went after his precious wife.

"Explain"

"Babe, Seunghee told me that a kid is teasing her. I don't want our daughter to be bullied so"

"So?"

"I'm the one who told her to punch the boy"

"Do know how problematic and spoiled she could become if you kept telling her to hit kids and spoiling her. I wonder if she has anger issues at this age"

"I know but don't you think she has to know how to protect herself and about her anger, I don't think you need an explanation. We're her parents after all"

"She's just a kid, Cheol. Plus, as her parents we should take proper action by telling to the teacher not influencing her to hit someone"

Seungcheol took hold of your hand and made you sit on the soft bed when he noticed how much you were getting stressed. He slowly caressed your hand leisurely and pestered a kiss on your temple, washing away all your stress.

"I'm sorry, okay? Don't forget that we also used to be like this when we were her age"

Seungcheol apologised sincerely and fondled your 7-month belly delicately.

"You shouldn't be stressed, remember? It's not good for our baby"

"Sometimes I indeed wanna punch your papa but I'm afraid that his charming visuals will be ruined. Life is cruel isn't it?" you questioned your unborn baby who had no idea what was going on.

"Look who's speaking about cruelty" Seungcheol rolled his eyes in a teasing way only to earn a hard smack from you.

"Okay okay calm down my raging wife" he uttered while patting your head, embracing you, and planting butterfly kisses on your neck and your belly. You tittered stroking Seungcheol's blonde hair knowing how your unborn baby will grow up having a big sister like Seunghee.

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

The Garden

Chapter One

❥Prince!Park Seonghwa x fem reader

☆ feat. ateez, tomorrow x together, and others

➯a/n: i've had this idea in the drafts for a very long time and it's gone through a million iterations of characters and love interests and something about hwa in the skirt and sword clicked in my brain. i'm still recovering but this idea hit me hard and fast so i decided i'd put something out. i promise i'll stop starting new stories 😭 (shoutout to my gf again for helping this come to life)

✃"I will give you the happy ending you've always wanted."

✫彡wordcount: 2.7k

(✯◡✯)genre: historical fantasy au, drama

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: mentions of violence, anxiety, and loved ones passing, briefly proof read

⁂taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

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I hope this letter has found you well.

   The wheels crunch the gravel road. Horses hooves clap against the ground loudly. The waves crash just feet way. The sounds echo through the carriage.

I know it's short notice.

    The sun is casting down from a clear sky. The grass is healthy, green and lush. The ocean is vast and blue, foam from the waves clings to the pure white sand.

Taedemere is in jeopardy. We are at war. Lord Hwang declared it silently.

  It was a bumpy ride. A long one. But you don't seem to mind. You keep your sisters entertained and keep your brothers minds off of the impending war. Doing so, you can almost manage to distract yourself from your own future.

He's already posted spies. Spies in the castle. Gods knows how long they've been here.

  "The dragon fell from the tower. It's shrieks echoed through the kingdom!" You read with enthusiasm, looking at the twins who look back with wide eyes.

It's not safe for them here. We had to sneak them away through the tunnels.

  "Did the prince kill it?!" Seunghee asks, holding tight to your skirt. "He must have," Soojun is entranced by the story, "right?"

There was an attempt on my life. An attempt on the girls in the garden. Another on Kai and (Y/n). They are everywhere.

  You launch forward and scream, spooking the girls back into Kais leg. He's holding back a laugh as he pats their heads. "The dragon soars up from the fog, the princes sword still lodged into its scaly side!"

They are threatening us with no words at all. Lord Hwang is coming for the Taedemere crown.

   "Must you scare them with such stories?" Yeonjun sighs as he tugs the young girls back up to the seat, sandwiching himself between them and his brother.

You must forgive our absence. I have to keep the crown secure until we have a more solidified plan.

   You simply ignore him, "the creature perches itself on the ledge, it's jaws reach for the prince. He backs into the wall and draws his dagger. 'Foul demon! I send you back to hell!' he yells as he dives at it. They tumb-"

It's time.

  The carriage halts. You snap the book shut and lean back to get a look out of the foggy window. Yeonjun slides into the seat next to you and does the same. Kai strains his neck to look out of the window behind him.

Take care of our children. Our future.

  The gates are iron, shining like they were scrubbed everyday. The castle beyond them seems to be endless.

-King Choi Seungcheol

  As the gates open, you can feel your heart beat in your ears. Seunghee climbs on your lap and peeks out of the window, her eyes widen with every second she inspects the castle.

   Yeonjun seems to notice your dismay as the carriage grows ever closer.

He can feel it to. The feeling that your future is being written in stone with every inch you grow closer.

"When I last saw him," he hesitates as he gets your attention. "Prince Seonghwa seemed to be the same. He hasn't changed, he's still your old friend."

  You manage a nod with a small smile, and although he can tell it's forced; it helps comfort him. It doesn't comfort Kai, however. He never liked the idea of you marrying someone so far away. He still doesn't. You're attached at the hip.

   Everyone knows Choi (Y/n) doesn't want to marry for security or position. You made it very clear. It's a miracle that you've been able to avoid it this long. You figured if you put up enough of a fuss, your oldest brother would simply give up. But you are equally stubborn. And now he's King.

  A loud horn startles you, and you instinctively pull Seunghee closer. Your breathing hitches until you realize it's just the castle welcoming your entourage.

   As you come to a complete stop, all of your demeanors change. Yeonjun wipes his caring expression away and straightens his back. Kai lets go of Soojuns hand and fixes his blouse. The twins try their best to hide their awe at the beautiful and vast architecture.

And all you can do is hide your growing anxieties with a polite smile.

  The door squeaks as it opens. Yeonjun is the first one to exit. Soojun eagerly follows, and Seunghee is right behind her. The remaining siblings can hear the fuss from the bystanders outside.

   The middle siblings sit silence for a moment before he speaks up. "You don't have to be afraid."

You look up and let the faux smile fade the second you see his sincerity.

  "Don't I?"

  "No."He shakes his head. He's sure. His sister has nothing to be afraid of. Because- "if that Prince hurts you; I'll be the one to personally whip some senses into him."

You can't help the small chuckle that leaves your lips, and motion for him to leave the carriage first. He does, leaving you alone for a single moment before someone peeks in.

  "Your highness?" You smile at the man in uniform, standing slowly.

  "So impatient," you roll your eyes playfully and take his hand as he helps you step down. "Thank you, Yeosang."

  He bows slightly before leading you to your place in between your brothers and sisters. Your eyes are still adjusting to the bright light, but you can see the large doors open in front of you.

Yeonjun kneels, Kai follows his lead, you follow his, Seunghee following you; and Soojun stands upright just staring at the royal family until you notice and pull her down by the back of her neck without even lifting you head. You can all hear a small snort of laughter, and Yeonjun worries your family managed to already offend them until the King speaks.

"Please, rise."

The Choi family does so and Yeosang, the knight, steps forward. He bows deeply before turning to the siblings. "The Prince Choi Yeonjun. The Princess Choi (Y/n). The Princess Choi Seunghee. The Princess Choi Soojun. Huening Kai."

A man steps up from behind the other family, introducing them like Yeosang had just done for your family. "His Royal Majesty Park Kyujun. The Prince Park Seonghwa. The Princess Park Bongcha. The Princess Hayoon."

Your family bows, greeting him in unison, "Your Majesty." Yeonjun continues. "Thank you for your hospitality, sire. We are forever grateful."

Your eyes are fully adjusted when you rise from your bow. The king is older than you remember, but it has been a long time. Princess Bongcha has grown so much that you briefly wonder if you've found yourself time-traveled. There's an unfamiliar little girl beside her. The prince, your fiancé, has changed just as much as you have. You contemplate if he even remembers you. But those wonders are cleared when he addresses you directly.

"Princess (Y/n)," he has a bright smile and dark hair, that much has stayed the same. "Your highness," you smile back and lower your head.

  Whispers echo through the crowd that's held back by the guards: and it's becoming hard for you ignore them. You wrap your arm around Soojun when she cowers closer.

   "Please, come," King Kyujun motions for you all to follow him, and you gladly do.

    It's been a long journey, but it's only just begun.

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  King Kyujun leads the Choi family down the great hall and they can't help but marvel in its greatness. To the twins, it's a new world to be explored, coming up with their own stories that go along with the stain glass windows. To the older siblings, it brings back memories of childhood, a time when they didn't have such worries that plague their minds these days.

  Yeonjun can remember his first kiss behind a delicately painted pillar during the dead of night. Kai can remember learning a dance with his mother in this hall, the feeling of belonging. (Y/n) can remember running away from the tutor with Seonghwa beside her.

  As you look over to him, you notice it. "You still have that goofy smile," you've dropped the titles and politics. You're just a girl reunited with her child hood friend and fiancé. "I though you may have outgrown it."

  "I'm starting to think I may not," he laughs a bit.

   "I'd hope not. It's one of your few redeeming qualities," you joke, hiding your smirk as you look up at the new chandelier you pass under.

   He feigns a gasp, a hand on his chest. "I'll have you know that I have many good qualities."

  You hum, turning to him, "such as? Sparring with a squirrel?" He slaps a hand over his mouth to swallow his laughter. Your laughter rings free in the empty hall.

   "That squirrel was a menace! It startled me!" He argues in a low voice. "It had no right jumping next to me like that," he says with an exaggerated frown.

   "Unnie!" Soojun hollers, catching your attention quickly as you see that your little sisters have fallen behind. You make your way to them quickly, scolding them that they shouldn't yell in the presence of the King. "Look, Unnie," she points as she ignores your scolding.

  Your heart speeds before it stops abruptly, face to face with the intricate stained glass window. The sun shines through it, casting colorful lights on you all. It's a beautiful collage of colors. Every tiny piece is fit together perfectly to tell a story.

   You flinch when a hand is placed on your shoulder. The King apologizes, retracting his hand. "You probably don't remember this..." You shake your head and look back to the art. "I remember, sire."

He sighs deeply, and you can feel his energy apologizing even if he says nothing.

    "Come on, there's food waiting." The twins cheer quietly, following the King to the room where everyone else has vanished to.

    Seonghwa joins your side and looks at the window, basking in the colored light as he looks over the picture for what must be the millionth time. In his lifetime, he hasn't been able to find a single flaw.

  He looks down at you. Your skin is painted in a range of blue and yellow, pinks and greens. There's a patchy scratch on the majority of your cheek that's slipped his notice until now. Your eyebrows have screwed themselves up and your lip quivers.

   "Don't cry," he was essentially begging, "please, don't cry, (Y/n)."

You sniff in response, rubbing a stray tear away from your cheek. It's silent between you as you have a staring contest with the glass. "Fuck," you mumble as tears start to fall more often. "Ah, (Y/n)," he coos, moving to block your view of the heartbreaking image.

"I... It's just, I haven't seen them since they passed, Cheol put away their portrait... It breaks his heart to see them, but it breaks mine not to. I almost forgot what they looked like."

He doesn't say anything, simply opening his arms and letting you fill them. After so long, it feels the same. You're still shorter, but you've both grown. He's still strong, but now you caught up. You still turn your head to the left and place it on his chest. He still wraps one arm around your back and places the other on your shoulders. After all these years, you remember how secure he feels when your arms link around his waist. Even with the time that's passed, he can recall the fact you love when he rubs his thumb over your shoulder.

So much has happened to each of you and yet you both still have memorized each other's hugs. You used to be each others safe place. And though you're older and have met again in such pressing circumstances, it remains the same.

"Your highness," the familiar voice is just loud enough to startle you. "Yes, Yeosang?" You questions calmly, and it's a stark contrast to Seonghwas glare at the man. "Your brother asks for you, ma'am." You nod to dismiss him, and turn back to Seonghwa when he's gone.

"How do I look?"

"Look like you've been crying."

You tut your tongue and gently slap his shoulder with the back of your hand. He smiles as you do. "It'll be okay," he assures you as he fixes a stray from your neat hair, "it's dark in the dining hall."

He takes your hand and pulls you away from the image of your passed parents lazing in the garden.

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His footsteps are heavy. He's forcing his breathing to be slow. His heartbeat is going wild as he gets closer to the Kings quarters.

He steps in front of the guards and they knock on the double doors. "Prince Yeonjun, your majesty!" The Kings response is muffled by the walls, but clear enough for the guards to be confident in opening the doors.

Yeonjun steps in and looks over his shoulder as the doors close behind him, anything to keep his eyes away from King Kyujun. The doors slam shut and he finds a tapestry to inspect.

"Please, sit." He follows his voice and finds himself sitting across from the King on the large balcony, a round table littered in papers separates them.

"Thank you, your Majesty," he eagerly takes the wine he offers, hoping it would soothe his dry throat. He can't remember being so thirsty before the King called for him.

"How do you find your quarters?"

Yeonjuns lips are still occupied with the glass when the man speaks up, and he takes his time before speaking shortly. "Very nice, sire. Thank you."

"And your siblings?"

"I'm sure they're adjusting well, sire. We thank you, again, for your hospitality while we discuss our plans."

When he finally has the courage to look at the man, it calms his nerves. His crown is gone. His blouse is astray. His nose and cheeks carry a rosy hue from the frigid weather. He looks much more human.

"This is, of course, why I've asked you here."

"Of course."

Kyujun leans back into the wooden chair and lets out a sigh. "Once (Y/n) and Seonghwa are married, we will put our combined efforts against Lord Hwang. He's a vicious man," he tuts his tongue, annoyed at the mere mention of the Lord of Kherhai. "I've heard of the attacks on your family. I'm sorry for you loss and... rest assured, we will not let anything happen to you at this court."

    "Thank you, sire."

   "Your sister," he hesitates just a bit, "I've looked into quite a few people to help her plan the wedding. They'll meet with her tomorrow. I know she doesn't agree with the circumstances, but that doesn't mean it must be unpleasant."

   "I'm sure she will appreciate it, sire. She's been hesitant to do any planning on her own."

   Kyujun nods in response. He already knows this. He's kept close tabs on his only sons fiancée.

   "Sire, may I ask when the wedding is supposed to be taking place?"

"This week, if all goes well. Lord Hwang is no doubt sending men this way as we speak to get rid of the rest of the Choi family lineage." Kyujun doesn't seem to notice Yeonjuns pained expression, and if he does: he doesn't say anything about it.

   He, instead, hands the young man a map of Kherhai: diving head first into strategy.

𖢌

[smutoperator]

Rules, kinks and favorite idols/groups

I've had this blog for a while but finally I'm not busy enough to keep it active. So there are the rules:

Idols must be 18 or older (obviously).

Sex must always be consensual.

Besides rape, I also avoid stuff like scat, vomit and necrophilia.

I don't write G!P smuts. I allow for the use of strap-ons but not actual penises for idols that have vaginas.

I keep note on every request and will select a few if the story fits. All smuts will feature at least one female idol and a male reader.

My favorite fantasies are: anal (my #1), breeding, creampie, dirty talk dom/sub, facefucking, morning sex, poolside sex, public sex, rough sex, spanking and titfucking. As you can see, I'm on the rougher side of the spectrum and my smuts veer into the porny side but can do romantic stuff if asked to.

Now on to the idols.

I have idols spawning from 2nd to 4th generation as my biases, my all time top 10 is, ordered by their groups: AOA Seolhyun, Blackpink Jennie, Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon, Girl's Day Yura, f(x) Krystal, Ive Wonyoung, Iz*one/Soloist Eunbi, SNSD Yuri, Twice Jihyo and Twice Momo (and RV Seulgi but I don't write smuts about her for finding her too cute to lewd).

Here are the idols from each group, order alphabetically, I can write smuts of. Inside their groups, the idols are ordered by my personal preference.

4Minute: Hyuna

Aespa: Karina - Ningning - Winter - Giselle

After School: Nana - Kahi

Alice: Sohee

AOA: Seolhyun - Choa - Hyejeong - Jimin

Apink: Bomi - Hayoung - Eunji - Naeun - Chorong

Berry Good: Johyun

Blackpink: Jennie - Jisoo - Lisa - Rosé

Cherry Bullet: Jiwon

Cignature: Jeewon

CLC: Seungyeon - Yeeun

Dal Shabet: Subin

Dreamcatcher: Yoohyeon - Gahyeon - Handong - SuA - JiU

Exid: Hani - Junghwa

f(x) : Krystal - Victoria

Fromis 9: Saerom - Chaeyoung

Gidle: Soyeon - Shuhua - Minnie - Yuqi - Miyeon

Girl's Day: Yura - Hyeri

Gfriend: Eunha - SinB - Sowon - Yuju - Yerin - Umji

I.O.I: Somi - Doyeon - Sejeong - Jieqiong - Chungha - Mina

Itzy: Yeji - Chaeryeong - Yuna - Ryujin

Ive: Wonyoung - Gaeul - Yujin - Rei - Liz

Iz*one: Eunbi - Wonyoung - Chaewon - Minju - Hyewon - Yujin - Sakura - Yena - Chaeyeon

Kep1er: Xiaoting - Yujin - Hikaru - Chaehyun - Dayeon

Le Sserafim: Kazuha - Chaewon - Yunjin - Sakura

Loona: Heejin - Yeojin - Hyeju - Yves - Haseul - Jinsoul - Kim Lip

Lovelyz: Mijoo

Mamamoo: Solar - Hwasa

Miss A: Suzy - Fei

Momoland: Ahin - Nancy

Newjeans: Danielle - Minji - Hanni

Nine Muses: Kyungri

Nmixx: Sullyoon - Haewon

Oh My Girl: Arin - Yooa - Jiho - Yubin - Mimi - Hyojung - Seunghee

Rainbow: Jaekyung - Hyunyoung

Red Velvet: Joy - Yeri - Irene

Secret: Hyosung

SNSD: Yuri - Yoona - Taeyeon - Seohyun - Sunny - Jessica - Tiffany - Hyoyeon - Sooyoung

Sistar: Soyou - Hyolyn - Bora - Dasom

Stayc: Isa - J - Seeun - Yoon

T-Ara: Hyomin - Jiyeon

Twice: Momo - Jihyo - Sana - Mina - Tzuyu - Dahyun - Nayeon - Jeongyeon - Chaeyoung

Weeekly: Monday - Zoa - Jihan

WJSN: Bona - Cheng Xiao

Wonder Girls: Sunmi

[meow-bebe]

Pairing: Oh Seunghee x reader Genre: fantasy au, angst Word count: 1.1 k Warnings: necromancy, technically a dead body Tonight’s soundtrack: Absinthe - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME A/n: may i present the results of another two am writing spree

Deep in the woods, a little cabin sits nestled in a small clearing. To an outsider, it looks quaint and welcoming, candles glow in the windows and there are herbs tied in bunches and hanging from the roof of the porch. But inside it is much darker….

Emotions boil in the air along with the large pot at one end of the single room that makes up the entire house. It simmers over a low fire, keeping the shimmering purple contents boiling slowly. The tang of the ingredients hangs in the air, burning your nostrils slightly with each breath.

You barely notice though, too focused on your work to pay attention to something as arbitrary as discomfort. The contents of the pot are the product of weeks of work, messing up and trying again, adding too much or too little, spilling it across the floors just as you’re about to reach a breakthrough. You’ve worked long hours before, and in fact you’ve dedicated so much time to this project that you’ve barely slept enough in the past week to tell one plant from another. 

Slightly fogged pair of goggles protect your eyes as you carefully maneuver the spindley homemade clamps to slowly pour the acidic contents of the glass vial into the pot. Bright smoke pours into the air as the potion reacts, neutralizing the acid to the human touch and reacting with the steeping ingredients. The acrid scent lingers in the air with the previous odors, mixing into something almost intoxicating in its bittersweetness.You choke as you impatiently dump the rest of the vial into the pot and it sends a particularly volatile puff of smoke at you. 

The vial is set gently on the overcrowded table next to your cauldron, and you carelessly toss the clamps underneath it to be angrily retrieved later. But you couldn’t care right now. You’re so close to finally figuring it out.

You drop the spell protecting your hands and the wavering encasing of magic fades away. Time ticks onward as the wax of your candles dribbles ever downward, the moon following in your path. The pot is no longer belching green smoke, and you carefully remove the journal stuffed full of notes and barely legible records of your past attempts from underneath a few other glass bottles stacked haphazardly on top of it, consulting the notes and recipes you’re following this time around. 

Recognizing the compound you needed for your next step, you toss down the book and launch yourself off the stool, leaving a small piece of paper that had fallen out drifting to the ground. The shelves are crowded and messy but you’ve alway kept things well labeled. It came in handy as many of the odd nectars and ground roots and other miscellaneous ingredients for the tinctures you constantly produced looked quite similar in the dark. 

You quickly find what you’re looking for after hopping up onto the clear spot workbench also full of all sorts of strange magical components to rummage around on the very top shelf. The small box presents itself right away, and you tuck it in one of the many large pockets of your apron, snatching a small bottle of a thick gold liquid before turning and swinging back down to the ground. 

You pop the cork of the small bottle and tilt the contents into your mouth, feeling the rush of warmth and energy surge through your veins as you walk back to your fire, a fresh urgency in your steps. The bottle, now drained of all its contents, disappears into a different pocket and is soon forgotten as you throw yourself back into your work. 

You retrieve the little box with one hand as you draw the other through the air above the pot, the bubbling mixture inside following the movement. Popping the latch open, you sprinkle a pinch into the palm of your hand before setting the ornately carved box to the side. 

Taking a small dagger from the table, you place the knife between your teeth and press the index finger of the opposite hand to the tip of the blade, drawing blood. Squeezing your finger slightly, small drops of blood land atop the small pile of powder in your palm. The fire crackles warmly as you soak the powder, using another finger to mix them together. 

Another drop or two of blood to smooth it out, and you plunge your hands into the pot to add the paste to the swirling contents. The purple potion is cool, and the material is perhaps the strangest thing you’ve ever felt. It’s certainly not a liquid, feeling more like a heavy gas if it could even be categorized, perhaps like what sticking one’s hands into a grey cloud full to the bursting would feel like. 

Once the paste has been washed away you draw your hands out of the pot, finally setting the knife to the side. You turn and cast a loving look at the massive slab of crystal on the table to your left. Encased inside is Seunghee’s body, looking exactly the same as she had the day you found her in the woods, a fatal arrow wound in her chest. Perhaps it hadn’t been the best idea, but you were in too deep from the moment you panicked and rushed to carry her home, spotting the large piece of quartz you had bought off one of the more sketchy of the sellers you knew, and the ideas starting formulating immediately. Over the course of seven tireless hours you had grown the originally dinner plate sized gem to be large enough to crack down the middle and seal Seunghee’s body inside. 

“Soon, my love,” you whisper, trailing a hand over the side of the crystal. A smeared handprint of translucent purple liquid is left in the wake of your touch, shimmering in an unsettling way on the stone. It begins to sizzle and eat away at the crystal, and you quickly wipe it away with your apron before the damage can reach anywhere near the depth of Seunghee’s skin. You wave your hand over the rough patch and mutter a spell, and it slowly begins to repair itself. 

You wipe your hands on the apron as well, and a strange hazy smoke drifts from the fabric. But you pay it no mind, perching yourself back on the stool with another glance at Seunghee, emotion sizzling in your gaze. You still had work to do.

@kpopscape​ @kggnet​

[woobly]

PLUCK MY HEARTSTRINGS !

𓂋˚˖ PAIRING. rival band lead guitarist! sunwoo x band rhythm guitarist! fem! reader 𓂋˚˖ GENRE. social media au with some written text (✎), rivals to lovers, band au, college au, fluff, crack/humor, angst, tba. 𓂋˚˖ WARNINGS. profanity, mentions of drinking, cliche? plot, author’s poor attempts at flirting and humor, face claims, ignore timestamps, htba. 𓂋˚˖ FEATURING. some tbz members, ryujin (itzy), isa (stayc), monday (weeekly), heejin (loona), seunghee and other characters are fictional. 𓂋˚˖ STATUS. !!! DISCONTINUED !!! 𓂋˚˖ SCHEDULE. . . . 𓂋˚˖ A/N. AAAND IM BACK!! i’m finally free from high school so i now have all the time to write 👹 this is my first smau, so i’d appreciate any and all feedback! again, pls note that i used the female idols above mainly as face claims. [mid-update note: honestly i have no idea what's going on 😀]

𓂋˚˖ SYNOPSIS. competing against a rapidly rising all-male band from another school at an intercollegiate music festival doesn't really sound too bad on the surface. until you see their lead guitarist—the same boy who always made sure you knew who was the better guitarist between the two of you back in high school.

— LINEUP. artist #1. artist #2 + misc.

— SETLIST. (upcoming titles subject to change!)

track_001 — picky picky picky

track_002 — chicken hands

track_003 — day = ruined

track_004 — i can play better w my 6 toes

track_005 — Round One (✎)

track_006 — Digging Up Your Own Grave (Cover)

track_007 — neoguri (✎)

track_008 — neoguri leftovers

track_009 — honey come put ur lips on mine

track_010 — BP COMEBACK ?/&;!/!

track_011 — Round Two (✎)

track_012 — congrats babe!

track_013 — infinite rizz (✎)

track_014 — traitors tell no tales

track_015 — stop being a bitch boy

track_016 — Y/N DELETE

. . . DISCONTINUED.

𓂋˚˖ TAGLIST. @wooyoung-a @nyujjan @winterbeartaehyungbestboy @ja4hyvn @ahnneyong @noempathyy @2hyunjae @sunwoahkim @sunnysunuu @feireads @igotkpoops @ilovechanhee @baehaechannie @mochibabycakes @ilvaussie @justsayk @beomsun @aurumness @pengbi @meowtella @ily-cuz-i @kiyokoism @erodemyedges @kswr1d @neoguriku @hwasatiny @woosunnie @yogurteume @renjuunsz @meltinghershey @lavayeon

© woobly, 2022. all rights reserved.

[dreamcatchers-husband]

Constant

Male reader x Oh My Girl Mimi

Length: 5300

tags: dirty talk, oral, creampie

So this is my longest fic I have written so far and I'm glad it for someone who doesn't have many fics about so thank you ahead of time if you read it.

Idol life is hard, well you personally don’t know about it but the things your girlfriend of 4 years has told you let’s you make that assumption.

Oh my girl’s latest comeback, real love, is in full force with variety shows appearances, YouTube content, and music show performances. Currently, you find yourself in your shared home watching your significant other accept her the 1st place trophy on music core. 

“Thank you for tuning into Music Core. This was Jungwoo, Minju, and Lee Know, have a good night!!!!!”

The music starts to play as the mc’s walk off the stage and the girls start the encore stage. Seunghee starts off with her with her smooth voice; Hyojung’s high pitch tone, fitting well with Yoo-a’s distinct voice. 

“Talking’ ‘bout the real love!”, after hearing Binnie’s part you recognize your beautiful girlfriend is next so you turn up the volume on your tv. 

Mimi then starts her line with her deep voice that you love so much as she kills it till she makes it to the final word and has a voice crack. Sure you notice it but it's nothing. You continue to enjoy the rest of the performance until it ends. 

THANK YOU!, all the girls yell and the program ends. Excited to see what people are saying, your fingers open the twitter app and go to the trending page and you find something to question what it's about. 

Opening the page you finally see why #Voicecrack was trending, it was about Mimi. 

“Jesus that sounded horrible, how is she an idol?” 

“Did you guys hear that voice crack? She brings down the whole group with that horrible voice of hers.” 

“Not only does she suck at singing, she's very ugly. What was WM thinking?” 

The comments that filled your screen just continued in this manner that it filled you with rage. It was an encore stage where the girls just had fun with their fans!. 

Pacing around your room you wonder if Mimi saw these comments online. 

“I'm sure she doesn’t care even if she did see these comments.” 

You felt a bit of comfort just saying that outloud and head to the kitchen to make some ramen. Mimi and her group always had a dinner at the company to celebrate the end of promotions so you know dinner will be just for you. 

A pot of hot water later you sit at your table eating the cheap convenience store pack of ramen that has been your favorite forever. Does Mimi like you eating it? No but she’s not here to stop you. 

At least that's what you thought till you hear the beeping of your front door as the password is imputed. You stay frozen as the front door opens and you hear footsteps and Mimi walks in looking like the life was sucked out of her. 

“Oh hey sweetie, I thought you would go to—“

You don't even finish the sentence as she just turns around and heads to your room slamming the door. Concerned, you stand up ready to head to the bedroom as you hear the sound of your phone ringing.You reach down to your pocket and see its Hyojung and answer the call. 

“Noona what happened? Mimi came home, didn’t say anything and ran into our room.” 

“Oh thank god she’s home!. She saw the comments people said about her performance on the encore stage and it got to her. She’s normally so strong but I am not sure why it's different this time.” 

“So she just left and came home I'm guessing?” 

“Yes, please look after her. You are one the only people she might open up to what this is about.” 

“I will look after her, don't worry.” 

Hanging up the call you run to your room and open the door and see no one there. Your ears pick up the sounds of small cries and water which originate from your bathroom. 

Your legs move on their own as you open the door and find Mimi sitting in the shower, water pouring all over. 

Slowly you walk over and open the shower door as you sit next to her. The clothes on both of you fill with water as you just sit there for a bit till she jumps into your arms and hugs you. 

Nothing needs to be said, your arms provide her a sense of comfort like no other but the pain is still there. Reaching up to the handle, you turn off the water and just sit there for a few more minutes. You notice Mimi is shivering so you start to raise her up and walk her into your bedroom. 

Your room was a weird color if you are honest, a bright purple that reminded you of her nonstop era. At first you thought it was weird but you came to love it as it helped provide a sense of happiness thinking about how popular she got with that song. Today that sense of happiness is out the window.

“Let's get these clothes off you.” 

The bright pink dress she wore quickly leaves her body as you raise her hands up and remove it off of her. Her panties you pull down and throw them to the side, same with her bra. 

Grabbing a towel you slowly caress her body in a way to show love as you dry her. Once she is dry you do the same with yourself, taking off your clothes and drying yourself till you are good for bed. 

Mimi didn’t seem to wait for you as she is already under the covers so you join her, wrapping your arms around her kissing her nape. 

“Mihyun do you want to talk about it?” 

Shaking her head, all you can do is hold her as she starts to cry again. Each tear that comes from her eyes feels like a knife wound to the heart. You feel useless but you will not leave her side. 

The night passed as you were true to your words, you never left her side until you both fell asleep. When sunlight finally shines thru and hits your face do you start to wake up and see Mimi is gone. 

Walking over to your dresser you put some clothes on and walk over to the kitchen that is producing noise. Arriving at the kitchen you were greeted with the sight of your girlfriend cooking breakfast for the both of you. 

“You didn’t have to cook for us sweetie.” 

“Oh please with that excuse of a meal you had yesterday of course I had to cook you something.”

Hearing those words just makes you chuckle. Walking up behind her you just hug her and kiss her on the cheek. 

“Hey im cooking right now, get the bowls ready im almost done.” 

“YES MAM!” 

Your kitchen was small, with cabinets above your head surrounding the white plain walls. Reaching towards the cabinet you pull out two bowls and hand them to Mimi as well as two spoons. You see Mimi fill them with Scorched rice soup and set them down on the table. 

You pull out her chair and she sits down and you do the same and stare at your meal. The scorched rice with the little burnt parts, green onion on top and sesame seeds on top. Mimi’s cooking was always your favorite. 

“THANK YOU FOR THE MEAL!” We both yell and dig in. 

The burnt pieces of rice add to the flavor when the onions and sesame mix together, a simple food but delicious nonetheless. 

You keep eating your food as you take small glances at Mimi. The mukbang queen who always loved her food is there, playing with her food at moments only taking small bites. The concern you have is just raised seeing this action from her. 

“Sweetie, what's wrong? Please tell me. 

Mimi sets her spoon down and reaches her hand out and grabs yours tightly. 

“I'm guessing you saw the comments that were said about me last night?”

“Yeah I did, but those are just idiots speaking.” 

“Are they just idiots? Or are they just people telling the truth?.” 

“Mimi sweetie, what is this about?. Comments like these never get to you, so what’s different this time?.” 

I keep looking at Mimi as tears start to fall down her face and she speaks up. 

“My group is reaching the 7 year mark, and this is where the famous curse comes in. Maybe I finally reached the end of my career as an idol.” 

“All of that is just superstition Mimi. You are a fantastic idol with plenty of fans.” 

“Sure I have fans, but fame is not something consistent. You can be the most famous person in the world one day and then no one knows who you are the next. Honestly im getting less and less support as an idol and I think it's getting time for me to retire.” 

You just stay silent for a bit thinking of what to say as you see Mimi tear up a bit more. 

“Do you still love to perform?.” 

“Of course I still love it but you heard what people said online!.” 

“Yes I did see what they said, but you need to remember those aren’t all the comments.” 

You stand up and walk to your room to grab your phone and shoot her members a text to come over. Then you open twitter and walk over to Mimi with the tag #welovemimi and hand her the phone.

Standing behind her you see some of the messages she is looking at. You can Sense from her body language that she is feeling a bit better.

The comments on Mimi are so stupid! ignore them, we will love you for all eternity. 

Mimi is so talented and I hope we can block out all those mean comments. Have fun Mimi!. 

It was an encore stage, stop being mean when they were having fun with their fans.

Those were just a few of the thousands of comments that filled the screen showing their support for her. 

Knock knock knock

Making my way over to the door I open and see her members are already here and ready to talk to her. 

“We were already on our way here when you sent the text,” Yooa says. 

“She’s in the kitchen, I’ll leave you all alone for a bit.”

You walk to your room as the Oh my girl members walk Into the kitchen and hug Mimi quickly. Closing the door you just lay on your bed watching tv to give the girls a bit of privacy.

Your tv is displaying the latest kdrama that came out but your mind keeps going back to Mimi every bit, wondering how to cheer her up till you hear a knock and you paused the show. Pausing the show displays the time and you see it's been about 40 minutes since they started talking, so you get up and get to the door and open it. 

You can't even react as you feel arms wrap around you and start to nearly choke you. You see Mimi is smiling looking a bit better. Seunghee walks over and pats your back and whispers in your ear. 

“Believe it or not, just letting out all her worries with you earlier helped her a lot. We just came to give her more support. You should take her out to distract her either way since we have a few things to do.” 

“Thank you noona, I will.” 

All her members start to say goodbye as they leave your home. You aren’t even sure what they spoke with her but you are grateful. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” 

“Better, they shared their own concerns, reaching the 7 year mark. Turns out they had similar concerns.” 

“I never would have guessed you all felt the same.” 

“Yeah me neither, but they reminded me about how I became an idol due to a love for music. That love has never died, the music we make together is something we all love.” 

“Exactly, together you can keep making the music you love with each of them. Plus forget everyone since your number one fan will always support you.” 

Mimi starts to laugh at you calling yourself her number one fan. 

“Thank you for just listening.” 

“I will always be here to listen to you, you have my word on that.” 

Your hand reaches up and touches her face as you pull her in for a kiss.To some the kiss you are giving her might look plain but in reality it's full of love and passion, showing how much you care for her.

“What do you say about us going to an amusement park to have some fun?”

“I haven't gone to one in forever! Let's go!,”

With the confirmation you got from your girlfriend you change into a simple polo shirt and jeans, with mimi following your example of jeans as well as a pink top and a cute bow in her hair. 

Mimi might be cool on stage but around you she wasn't scared to show her girly side.

“Let's go!” 

Grabbing your girlfriend's hand you make your way to the car park and enter your small toyota and buckle in for the ride. Pulling out of there you see traffic isn't bad at all today so you can assume the ride won't be so long. Driving for a minute or two you see a hand reach over to the radio and turn it on. Your ears are quickly blessed with the sound of your girlfriend's voice on the radio as she follows along with the song. You take a small glance at your right and see her smiling and singing so you join along. This is the happiness you love to see from her.

A few songs later you finally arrive at the amusement park as you leave your car in the garage. You see Mimi put on a mask to hide her identity and reach to hold your hand as you walk. Happily you grab hold of her and start to run to the entrance like if you were a small child, excited to be here. 

Reaching the ticket stall you wait in line for a few minutes till you reach the employee.

“Hi there, welcome to Lotto world, tickets for 2 adults?” the woman asks enthusiastically

“Yeah, two tickets please.”

Not even asking about the price you hand your credit card over which the employee takes and scans then hands it back to you.

“Ok here are your 2 tickets, have fun and we hope to see you again.”

“Thank you!” 

With the tickets in your hand you feel yourself getting dragged this time by Mimi just like you did to her earlier and you just laugh till you arrive at the entrance. Walking thru you see the massive rides all around, the smell of deep fried foods and the screams and laughs of everyone around.

“Ok then mimi, what do you want to do first?”

“Easy, I want to go on the gyro drop first!”   

“Let's go then.”

You start your journey over the park looking at the signs that direct you to the ride, after a few minutes of walking you are face to face with the gyro drop. Neither you or Mimi look nervous as you jump in line and wait for your turn.

You and Mimi don’t say anything to each other but the hold you have on each other's hand says plenty. One by one people get on the ride and have their fun till it's time for you and Mimi to get on. 

The yellow and black seats of the ride are wide open as you and Mimi sit next to each other and pull the bars down. The worker then goes to each rider to make sure the restraints are secure and hands the operator a thumbs up. Before you can even say anything to Mimi you feel the ride start to rise up as you hear screams from others around you. It's almost as if Mimi reads your mind as she starts to laugh at the people already screaming and you follow her example laughing. That laughter quickly turns to screams as the ride shoots you up and brings you all the way to the drop. You already know what's next but this always feels weird, the ride shoots down as you are raised up in your seat trying to pull yourself back into a sitting position. The repeated motions continue for about 15 more seconds till you feel the ride bringing you down and coming to a complete stop. 

The bars from the ride go up as you stand up and look towards your girlfriend, she may have a mask on but you can tell she is smiling.

“I always love that ride, most of my members don't like to get on this one sadly so we skip it.”

“Well I am glad you got to ride it this time, whats next?” 

 The rest of your day is spent going on various rides, the viking ship, the gyro swing, french revolution, to name a few until you relax on the ferris wheel.

( I don't think Lotto World has a ferris wheel but let's just pretend.) 

Sitting in the little yellow bucket, you are your girlfriend slowly make your way to the top where the view amazes you both.

“Man it's really beautiful up here.” 

“ It honestly is”

You feel Mimi rest her head on your shoulder as you look out seeing all the lights that brighten the park showing you every corner.

“I hope you had fun today sweetie, you deserve a little break.”

“ I had more than fun, today was the perfect day and it was thanks to you. I know I didn't speak to you yesterday but I'm grateful you gave me time to open up. And I decided that I will continue as an idol. I guess I just wanted consistent compliments but I know it won't always be like that, and it's ok. The only consistent thing I need in my life is you.”

It didn't matter to you that it sounded a bit sappy, those words made you so happy you quickly grab mimi and kiss her on the lips. At first the kiss is just full of passion, but then you feel her try to get access to your mouth which you give and she starts to move her hands all over your body. Your tongue and hers start to wrestle for dominance as you get more aggressive with her. Her hands finally make it to your clothed crotch where she starts to rub her hand all over your rod making you hard. 

You would have continued until you felt the ferris wheel move once again and you reached the ground again. Your turn is over so you grab her hand and pull her out of the ride and walk for a bit until you turn around and hug her. Like an addiction your lips attach to hers as you kiss her with the same veracity you had on the ride. The only thing that stops you is the need for oxygen as you pull back from her and smile. 

“Take me home, we have something to do” she says in a smirk. You recognize the look of lust she is giving you and don’t even hesitate to grab her hand and run to your car. Mimi on the ride back home gave you small kisses on your neck and hands but she made sure to not go overboard as you were driving. Arriving back at your car park you park your car and run to the elevator. Your hands go all over her body as you give her small kisses on her lips and forehead. 

The ding from the elevator lets you know you are on your floor as Mimi still drags you to your shared home. The beeps from your door let you know she blocked it and she pulls you in. 

You don't even have time to react as Mimi starts the assault on your lips again. With no one to stop you, you quickly move your hands to her ass and start to take firm grasps of her ass cheeks. You are thankful for your memory as you pull Mimi into your bedroom. Pulling back from the kiss you just smile at her as she pushes you onto the bed. 

Mimi quickly drops to her knees as she reaches for your belt and unbuckles it. Once unbuckled, you raise your legs up and Mimi pulls your pants and underwear with one swift pull. Your cock is at full attention as the kisses from your girlfriend made you crave her like crazy. 

Your attention is brought back to Mimi as you feel her hand wrap around your rod. Small strokes she starts off with making you crave more. 

“I fucking love this hard cock in my hand, but I think its better in my mouth.” 

Bliss hits as you feel lips wrap around your cock, small sucks making you tremble a little. Then you feel a tongue start to swirl around your tip as you can hear Mimi moan. Mimi’s lips then leave your cock making you get needy but you are soon hit back with a great feeling, Mimi has her mouth on your balls. You feel one ball enter her mouth as she sucks on it and you start to moan, when she adds your second ball you start to be even more vocal. 

“Fuck Mimi, that’s really good.” 

You feel her tongue start to swirl around your balls causing you to jerk your legs a little but she holds your legs down, almost controlling you. Her mouth leaves your balls as her tongue makes her way back to your rod, licking it from the left side to the tip and making her way back down the right.

Mimi pulls back and you look down at her smirk. 

“This is fun but I want you to fuck my mouth.” 

Your legs move on their own as you stand up and get in front of her. You don’t even hesitate to grab 2 handles of her hair in your hands as she opens wide and Welcomes your cock. You start off slow with Mimi once again doing small sucks on your tip till you see the look on her eyes, the look that tells you to use her. With that confirmation you pull on her hair and push your dick to the back of her throat with no resistance. You pull back and yank on her hair as you repeatedly hit the back of her throat. 

At times you pull back and let her give you small sucks on your tip, her time to catch her breathe but you always return to the back of her throat as you feel your peak arriving. 

“I'm gonna cum.” 

Mimi grabs your waist and pulls herself harder as you are fucking her throat, the small tears that come from her eyes show you she is letting hit as deep of her throat that you can reach. Finally you recognize the twist in your stomach as you fire off shots of cum down her throat. One, two, three, shots go off as you pull back and fill the rest of her mouth. 

Once you feel your peak end you fall on your bed and Mimi stands up to show you the rest of the cum in her mouth. She takes 2 more gulps and shows you her empty mouth proudly. 

“Delicious, but I think it's my turn for some pleasure.” 

You stand back up and move your lips to her neck as you reach down and unbutton her top. You quickly take it off her as she stands in front of you with a matching pink bra which you hand grab for a second. You play with her covered breast for a few seconds till you wrap your arms around her and unhook her bra. Throwing the bra to the side you move your mouth to her boobs as your tongue plays with her dark nipple. 

The moans you hear from her let you know she is enjoying this so you move to her other Breast and suck on that nipple. 

“Fuckkkk that’s good.” 

You pull back and smile at her. She smiles back as you throw her on the bed and each for her pants. Recognizing what you want to do she unbuttons her jeans and raises her legs for you to pull them off. You manage to pull off her panties with her pants and you Throw them to the side then spread open her legs. 

You give her small kisses on her leg as you make your way inward to her thighs and finally near her pussy. When you get close you give her pussy a small kiss and she whimpers a bit. You continue with small licks on her lips as she makes little noises. With your hand you spread open her pussy as your tongue enters her warm caverns. In and out your tongue fucks her and you hear her moan even louder.

“That’s good baby, keep going.” 

You pull back a bit and push one of your fingers in to replace your tongue, her walls nearly cutting off the circulation from how tight she is. 

“More.” 

You listen to what your girlfriend wants and push a second finger into her Pussy. You want to give her pleasure so your other hand finds her clit and rubs it for a few seconds till your tongue reaches it and gives it a few little flicks. Your mouth wraps around her clit as you give it little sucks that drives her almost to the edge. 

You move your hand faster as you continue to use your mouth to play with her clit. You feel her hands grab your hair and pull you in deeper and you speed up even more with your tongue. 

“Im gonna— “ 

She doesn’t even finish her sentence as a rush of her nectar shoots out and you open your mouth to have your favorite drink. The sweetness of her nectar is something you could have everyday of your life and never get tired of. 

You stand back up and see Mimi breathing in and out coming down from her peak. You jump on top of her, you bring your mouth back to her neck giving her small bites and kisses leaving behind love bites. 

You feel a hand wrap around your cock once again as you feel Mimi stroke you hard once again. In your ear you hear Mimi breathe a little and then speak up. 

“You fucked my throat but now you need to fuck my pussy, get to it.” 

The words that left her mouth turned you on so much you lined yourself up instantly and plunged yourself into her. 

Your dick makes it halfway thru as you feel her walls squeeze your dick. You stop for a second as you push the rest of your length into her. You stop for a second once more and kiss her on the lips to relax her a bit till you feel her loosen up a bit. 

You pull yourself out a bit and then bring your dick back in and repeat this motion slowly for a bit till you see her smirk at you and slap your ass. 

“I told you to fuck me so fuck me properly.” 

You smirk back at her as you push yourself Into her will full force. No longer are you being soft as you push yourself in and out of her Pussy aggressively. 

“Come on baby, use this fucking pussy you own.” 

The filth that comes out her mouth when you have sex always add to your arousel so you put both hands on her hips and starts to piston even harder in her walls. Mimi might have loosen up a bit but she’s still as tight, her Pussy almost having a mind of its own trying to stop you from leaving. You feel her walls almost massage your length as it's trying to milk you of all you have. Your hand moves to Mimi’s breast as you pinch her nipple and she nearly screams. 

“Do that again!.” 

Your hand moves to her other boob as you pinch that nipple and then fondle the rest of her breast. You recognize the feeling from inside Mimi as she is about to cum, her walls getting wetter and constricting even more. With one final pinch to her nipple you feel her nearly shoot you out as she cums, the only thing keeping you in her is how tight she is. Looking down you see the sheets all wet from Mimi cumming and it just Turns you on more. 

You reach down back to her lips and give her a small kiss as she smiles. 

“Are you close?” 

All you do is nod as Mimi pulls you out and she gets on her hands and knees pointing her ass towards you. Without having to say anything your dick meets her folds once more as you enter inside again. 

You reach as deep as you can into Mimi as you grab some of her hair and pull it back. Your assault on her pussy continues as before, being as aggressive as you can be,  Her walls still trying to milk you of all you have. Your peak is already arriving quickly, you would have loved to give your girlfriend another orgasm but you know it won't be possible. 

“Sweetie i'm gonna cum, where should I—“ 

“Cum in my pussy, I better be fucking full of your seed.” 

5 more thrusts is all you could achieve as you feel your dick shoot off from inside the woman you love. Honestly you aren’t sure for how long you are cumming as you pull out and still manage to get a shot on her ass. 

Once your orgasm passes you lay down on your bed as mimi lays next to you. 

“Fuck that was good.” 

Mimi just laughs as she moves in to kiss you once more. Once the kiss ends Mimi just looks at you and smiles. 

“I love you, I'm glad I can always count on you being the constant thing in my life. You are always by my side and I hope you never leave.” 

“I love you too, Mihyun. I will always be by your side.”

After one more kiss you see Mimi stand up and head to the bathroom. 

“Come join me!.” 

“Um I will take a shower after.”

Mimi just walks into the bathroom after hearing your response and you hear the water start. Looking over to your nightstand you open it and find a small box that you have been holding onto for a while. You mean it when you say you will stay by her side forever so you grab the ring and wait by the door on one knee. 

A few minutes pass as you hear the water stop and the bathroom door open with Mimi stepping out. When she sees you on one knee she can already tell what you wanna ask. 

“Kim Mihyun I want to be the constant in your life forever and support you always, will you marry me?” 

It’s silent for a second but then you see a smile on her face as she stretches her hand out nodding yes.

You will make sure to be the constant source of happiness in her life always, no matter what happens in life. 

[halaboyz]

PAIRING: basketball player! ateez' jeong yunho x reader | featuring basketball players! ateez, blackpink's jisoo and lisa | fictional character named seunghee GENRE: narration/written series, fluff, light angst WARNINGS: did my best to do this as gender neutral as possible, i apologize for future inconsistencies. profanities. further warnings will be included in the chapter to avoid spoilers. SCHEDULE: inconsistent :/ STATUS: done

SUMMARY: you were court phobic– if that was a thing. you don't know what you were doing inside one now, though. may it be your friends successfully convincing you to go to one, you didn't care. you just wanted out, but you didn't want to ruin the fun your friends had you've finally watched a basketball game with them. worse comes to worst, your school's rival's player takes interest in you.

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7 | ch. 8 | ch. 9 | ch. 10 | ch. 11 | ch. 12 | ch. 13 | ch. 14 | ch. 15 | ch. 16 | ch. 17 | ch. 18 | ch. 19 | ch. 20

bonus chapter

taglist: @yunkiwii @binniesbf @masterninjacow @hannahdinse8 @sunlightwoo @babygay-stay @90s-belladonna @grassbutneo @yxnkigi @imaaroy @jungteez @softbbyg0rl @butterfliesinthenightsky @choielyssa @hwachu @joongiebug @junglewoos @talkbykhalid @skzfairies @ifwtyun

[existslikepristin]

Masterlist

Everything (currently) listed is smut.

For reference:

* = The Lounge "continuity"

x = Characters depicted together in explicit stuff

My very organized bias list

My EVEN MORE organized current projects list

Some rules for contextualizing my thoughts on requests

New addition to the masterlist: Other places on the internet you can find my writing/me in general. https://linktr.ee/existslikepristin

Gfriend

What A... Bummer* Eunha x Yerin x Male Reader Insert

Movie Night* SinB x Eunha x Male Reader Insert

Stay On Script (Collab)* futa!Eunha x Jihyo (Twice)

Hold the Creamer Please* futa!Eunha x Seunghee (CLC)

A Quick Fix* Sowon x Male OC

A Two On One Match* Eunha x SinB x Male OC

Getting Steamy* (Ch 1 / Ch 2) Yerin x Male OC

Fancam, Basically* (Ch 1 / Ch 2 is WIP) SinB x ???

Dreamcatcher

Sounds* Gahyeon x Siyeon, Yoohyeon x Rando Dude

Kinktober Week 1* Gahyeon x Jiu

Kinktober Week 2* Gahyeon x Jane (Momoland)

Kinktober Week 3* Gahyeon x Eunchae (DIA) x ?!?!?!

Kinktober Week 4* Gahyeon x Yooa (Oh My Girl)

Kinktober 2022* Gahyeon x Heejin (Loona)

CLC

Hold the Creamer Please* Seunghee x futa!Eunha

Activated My Trap Card* Seungyeon x Eunbin x Yeeun x Male Reader Insert

G-Idle

Definitely Real Medicine* Yuqi x Male Reader Insert

Escape From Paboland* Shuhua x Gender Unspecified Reader

Bullyjin Soojin x Yuqi (Part of the Bullyrene setting)

Aespa

Get To Blow You* Winter x futa!Karina, Winter x Monsta X

Mamba Class* Winter x futa!Karina x Giselle x Ningning in some combination

Red Velvet

Yexercise* Yeri x Male Reader Insert

Bullyrene Irene x all the trigger warnings

Impromptu Review* Joy x Sunny (SNSD)

King of the Beasts* Seulgi & Yeri vs Ryujin & Yeji (Itzy)

Loona

Please, No Virginity Puns* Choerry x Male Reader Insert

The Looney Bunch* Haseul x Male Reader Insert

Professional Language* Choerry x Male Reader Insert

Churchgirleum Yawjinius* Yeojin x futa!Choerry/Haseul/Heejin/Hyunjin/Jinsoul

Purple Kiss

The Cutest Duckling* Swan x Unfortunately Nobody

Irehdiated* Ireh x Male Reader

WJSN

Yeo Reum is Our Reum Yeoreum x Male OC

Royal Cheek* Dayoung x Gender Unspecified Reader Insert

Secret Number

Salon Erotique* Soodam x Futa Reader Insert

Lovelyz

Bare Attack* Sujeong x Male Reader x Sua (Pixy) x Rina (Weki Meki)

Pixy

Bare Attack* Sujeong (Lovelyz) x Male Reader x Sua x Rina (Weki Meki)

Summon* Lola x Gender Unspecified Reader

Weki Meki

Bare Attack* Sujeong (Lovelyz) x Male Reader x Sua (Pixy) x Rina

Itzy

King of the Beasts* Ryujin & Yeji vs Seulgi & Yeri (Red Velvet)

Queen of the Ball(s)* Lia solo

Everglow

Breaking Geneva* EU x Male Reader

Soloists (don't have a good picture for this yet)

Toys (Kinktober) Bibi x Male OC (co-written with worldsover)

Not quite fics, but still stuff that I want to keep track of somewhere

Karina Appreciation, the Satan & eyesight one

Dayoung Appreciation, the buffet one Tumblr deleted

Purple Kiss' tendencies toward domming/subbing

Exceptionally nerdy shit

Joy x Hayoung x Yerin vignette

Karina x Irene

[ppangjae]

Minor Inconvenience | 02

SUMMARY. Spilling coffee all over a stranger only to find out that said stranger is your lab professor is your worst nightmare brought to life. You wish you were joking.

PAIRING. Jeong Jaehyun x fem!reader

GENRE. lab professor!jaehyun | student!reader | college!au | enemies to lovers!au | fluff | angst

warnings. bickering and swearing!

 previous — SERIES MASTERLIST — next

Make great memories with each one of you, your ass. The only memories he’s made with you is criticizing almost every single answer on your lab reports. You’re sure he’s doing it on purpose because of the coffee spill incident, but it makes you think, is he really that petty? You look at your third lab report for the semester. It’s already marked with a large 95% written at the top, along with several red circles around your answers and messily handwritten questions. But there’s one comment written at the bottom of your paper that makes your blood boil.

You could do better than 95%. There are many minor mistakes that I expected you to catch right away before you submitted this paper. If you have any questions or need any clarification, please see me during office hours.

Yep, he really is petty.

“What’s with the sour look on your face?” Wendy laughs, shoving a forkful of salad into her mouth.

The two of you decided to take advantage of the nice weather and have lunch outside. You sigh, shoving your lab report back into your bag. The more you stare at your mark and the horrible handwriting, the more angry you get.

“I swear he is out to get me.”

She grins. “Jung Jaehyun?”

“Who else?” You frown. “It was clearly an accident. Someone pushed me from behind and my coffee so happened to spill all over his shirt. Big deal.”

“First impressions are important.” She reminds you. “I’m sure he’ll never forget what happened. It’s like whenever he sees you, he’s easily reminded of the stain on his shirt.”

Your eyebrows knit together. “Really? You think so?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “I would try to clear everything up as soon as possible, if I were you. He’s our lab professor for the whole semester.”

“You’re right.” You sigh.

“But I’m not sure if it’ll work.” She bites her lip. “I heard he’s like a stone wall. His walls never break down. First impressions are really important to him.”

“Ugh.” You cues underneath your breath. Folding your arms, you huff out a breath. “If he wants to play that game with me, fine. I’ll play his games too.”

She smirks. “Just make sure you win his games, or else you’ll embarrass yourself, and you wouldn’t want that.”

You lean against the trunk of the tree that’s providing shade for the two of you. From afar, you can hear a couple of shouts and yells. You glance to your right to see none other than the man himself, Jaehyun. He’s playing a game of ultimate frisbee with a couple of other lab professors. You snort. They look ridiculous.

“Are you going to Ten’s art exhibit tonight?”

You tear your gaze away from Jaehyun and his ultimate frisbee group. “Yeah, Johnny asked me to go with him.”

“You look really excited.”

You smile. “I am.”

You’re not surprised to see a ton of people checking out Ten’s exhibition. There are many unfamiliar faces but it’s not much to worry about when you have Johnny beside you. You spot Wendy mingling with a cute guy in the far end of the exhibition room. Ten deems to be extremely popular, for you can’t find him wherever you look.

“Are you looking for me?”

You and Johnny turn around to see Ten walking towards you with arms open wide for you to hug him. Before you could walk closer to hug him, Johnny is already beating you to it by being the first one to hug Ten. Ten lets out a gasp of air when Johnny collides him with his tight embrace.

“Johnny, I can’t breathe—”

“Have you seen—oh, there she is!” Johnny exclaims and immediately pulls away from the hug. He pats and ruffles Ten’s hair, earning a slight nudge to the chest. “Congratulations on your exhibit, Ten. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to catch up with Seunghee. I haven’t seen her in ages.”

“And you’re going to leave me here?” You pout.

Johnny looks at you from over his shoulder. “Socialize! Make friends! I’m sure Ten has some friends for you to meet.”

You frown, hugging Ten to congratulate him. As you wrap your arms around his waist and snuggling into his shoulder, you mumble. “Do you?”

“Do I, what?”

“Do you have friends for me to meet? I hate making friends. Please do it for me.”

He chuckles. “Well, you’re lucky that I do. There’s this one guy that I befriended a couple of months ago. We’re best friends now. But the more I hang out with him, the more I think that you and him would be the best of friends too.”

“Really?” He nods his head. “Are you sure he’s not some creep?”

“I’m more than sure.” Ten reassures you. “In fact, he’s more so a nerd than a creep.”

“Introduce me, then.”

“Let me find him first.”

You begin to panic when Ten leaves you all alone. You’re looking around the room, trying to find him as he disappears into the crowd. When you finally give up in looking for him, you decide to take a look at his work.

You remember meeting Ten during your undergrad. You were in your first year of university when you met him in your elective class. The both of you became friends over your love for art. You’d always tell him that if you weren’t more passionate in chemistry, you would have definitely pursued art instead. Ten didn’t believe you until you showed him your artwork.

Aside from chemistry, you had a huge talent in art, after getting the talent from your mother. While your father was the chemist, your mother was the artist. You’re not sure how they both ended up together, but somehow, they both belong together.

As you stop to look at one of his paintings, you lean closer to get a better look at the detail. You smile, staring at the sunset that Ten perfectly painted on the canvas. You take one step away from the painting to look at it as a whole.

“He sure has a talent, don’t you think?”

You tear your gaze away from the painting when you hear a familiar voice. It’s a familiar yet annoying voice. You look up to see—

“Jeong Jaehyun?”

He smirks. “In the flesh.”

“What are you doing here?” You blurt out.

“Is it wrong for me to be here?” He chuckles. “I should be the one asking you that, Y/N. You have a lab report due tomorrow morning when you step into the labroom. You should be working on it right now, especially since you made many minor errors on the last one—”

“I’m here to support a friend.” You cut him off. There he goes again, coming for your ass with your minor errors on your last lab report. You bite your lip to stop yourself from bursting out.

“Well,” he shoves his hands into his pockets. “What a supportive friend you are. I am also here to support a friend as well—”

“Jeong Jaehyun! There you are!”

The both of you turn around to see Ten. Ten’s eyes dart between the two of you before grinning.

“I was looking all over for you!” Ten exclaims, playfully punching Jaehyun’s arm.

“Congratulations on your art exhibit,” Jaehyun smiles, pointing at the painting in front of you. “You deserve all the recognition.”

“Y/N, this is Jaehyun.” Ten introduces him to you and you raise an eyebrow.

You wave it off. “Oh, I know that—”

“Jaehyun, this is Y/N—”

“We know each other—”

“You both already know each other?” Ten looks at you both with surprise. You slowly nod your head and he claps his hands together. “Well, I’ve been wanting to introduce the two of you to each other because I had a feeling you would both get along.”

You scoff. “Us?”

Jaehyun frowns with distaste. “Are you sure about that, Ten?”

“You both share the same tastes. You both have such complementing personalities. Why wouldn’t you guys get along?” Ten smiles. “I’m glad you both know each other. I’m sure you’ll both become best friends in no time.”

You and Jaehyun share a look.

You scoff. “Yeah, I guess we’ll see about that.”

“I don’t think it’s possible.” Jaehyun shakes his head. “Yeah, it’s not possible.”

“Why not?”

Jaehyun looks at you before looking back at Ten. “I’m her lab professor.”

taglist: @markdorklee @hoeneyhoeney @soothingjae​ @tobiobb​ (i haven’t updated the tag list in so long so if i forgot someone pls just reply to this post!)

[vex91]

CLC Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Oh Seunghee:

Nothing yet...

Choi Yujin:

Nothing yet...

Jang Seungyeon:

Nothing yet...

Chonnasorn Sajakul:

Nothing yet...

Jang Yeeun:

Nothing yet...

Chong Tingyan:

Nothing yet...

Kwon Eunbin:

Nothing yet...

OT7:

Nothing yet...

[writer-k-pop]

Inside My Phone

나는 그의 연락처를 바꾸는 것으 잊었다. I forgot to change his contact name.

Description: During an appearance on a talk show about all things woman, YouTuber (y/n) reveals some cute relationship facts about her relationship with Seventeen’s Seungcheol. The hosts asked to call him and then his voice appeared in the interview as he’s asked a couple questions about you. Warnings: Swearing Genre: Fluff, Idol!Seungcheol x Fem!Youtuber!Reader Word Count: 2.3k

Seventeen Masterlist | Masterlists

"Alright," Sook, one of the panelists clapped her hands together, "Shall we move onto the next topic?"

My hands got a little sweaty with nerves, "This is the topic I'm most nervous about." I commented, looking at the other women sitting at the camera facing tables.

"The fans love 'Inside My Phone.'" Narae said and I couldn't deny that because I also really enjoyed watching this segment also.

A staff member handed me my phone and I looked to Sook who had a cord that would display my phone on the screen behind me.

"This," She said, holding the cord in front of her face, "Is the magically cord that will reveal what is on your phone. Are you ready, (y/n)?" She asks me with a quirked eyebrow.

I let out an airy chuckle, "I hope so." I tried to burst all the bubbles of nervousness but they still bubbled.

"I'm so curious!" Oh My Girl's Seunghee squealed excitedly from the spot next to Narae as Sook handed me the cord and I plugged it into my phone.

"Won't it be similar to what's on your phone?" Youngja wondered.

Seunghee shook her head, "Youtubers and singers are similar but she's totally different than me." She explained, "Plus, she might have cute photos with her boyfriend."

Narae clapped her hands, "Right! You don't have anything we should be worried about, right?" She asked her heavily hinted question, tilting her head down and rapidly blinked her eyes.

I shook my hands and head, but played into her joke. "There aren't any. I double checked last night." Though, there were never any naughty pictures on my phone to start with. We kept those somewhere else (😏).

"So, should we start then?" Sook asked everyone once the PD's gave us the clear connection for my phone.

"First up, your lock screen." Narae reads from her cue cards.

I awakened my phone and my lock screen shined up at me. The picture of Seungcheol and I surrounded by cherry blossoms graced my phone screen, only the time and date distorting the picture. The memory of the day made me smile and made the others coo.

"As expected." Youngja nodded her head in approval.

"When was this taken?" Sook asked me with curiosity.

"Mmmm, about..." I trailed off in thought, trying to pinpoint when we took this photo, "3-4 months ago, I think..." I answered her and gave her a slightly apologetic look for not remembering more clearly.

"Yah, that's so cute." Seunghee sighed, staring at the screen. I nearly blushed from all the compliments about us.

"Next, if you would unlock your phone." Sook pressed forward and I quickly followed her instructions. "What's the most recent photo you took?" She finished her part.

"Uh..." I opened my photos app, "Like selfie or screenshot or...?" "Selfie." Seunghee piped up excitedly.

I smiled at her answer and scanned my pictures for the last selfie I took. Which just happened to also have Seungcheol in it. I clicked on it and it filled my screen.

In it, Seungcheol has his post-practice face smooshed up against my left cheek and my face shows a smile of shock that he had done that. In the background, however, are a few of the members doing some interesting things.

"Stop being so cute!" Youngja exclaimed and swatted her hands in my direction.

"Can you explain what is happening?" Narae wondered and I nodded.

"A few days ago, I went to pick Seungcheol up for a small date and he was a little sweaty." I explained, "But he had asked to use my camera to fix his hair. Then he smooshed his cheek against mine and took the picture."

"All sweaty?" Sook asked.

I nodded with a laugh, "Yeah. It was gross."

"But the picture is cute." Narae complimented.

"But what is happening in the background?" Seunghee asked, pointing up to the screen with a little bit of worry.

I squinted at my phone and zoomed in on the background where Hoshi and DK were caught posing in some really weird ways and Vernon and Woozi just stare at them with their arms crossed over their chests.

"Ah, I think that's Hoshi and DK, uhm, yeah, I don't really know what they're doing." I laughed, "Probably some thing that only makes sense in their minds."

"They sure are characters." Sook chuckled. "Shall we continue on?"

I nodded, ready to get Hoshi and DK's weird poses off my screen.

"Last song or album you downloaded onto your phone." Narae said.

"That's easy." I opened my music app and scrolled down a bit, "It was Monsta X's new album." I tapped on the album but Seunghee's squeal made me quickly swipe back.

"OH!" She covered her mouth with her hand, "You have our album on your phone?"

I scrolled down a little more and there it sat. "Yeah, I really enjoyed it." I told her with a smile.

"Wait, how did you see that? It was like not even halfway visible." Sook wondered, looking at Seunghee with bewildered eyes.

"An artist knows their album cover from anywhere." I said, recalling the many times Seungcheol would point out their new release from a ridiculous distance away.

"Exactly." Seunghee said smugly, liking the fact that I defended her, "I could find our albums anywhere."

"Don't test her, Seunghee." Narae warned her as Sook pointed a playfully threatening finger at her.

"I really like their album." Youngja said absentmindedly and we all whipped our heads toward her, "The Monsta X album." She clarified, pointing up at the screen.

We all dropped our jaws slightly in realization and chuckled.

"Next question: what is the last text message you received?" Sook tapped her cue cards against the table and my heartbeat jumped.

"Uh, last text message I received..." I said slowly, and opened my messages app. Preparing for it to be a really embarrassing conversation in the group chat, I'm relieved when my most recent conversation is a private conversation with Seungcheol.

"Cheollie?" Narae read out his name and I almost bursted into laughter. He definitely told me to change his contact name yesterday and I definitely forgot. Oh, he was going to be so pouty when this show aired.

"I forgot to change his contact name." I squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment. "He's going to be pouty."

"Why?" Youngja wondered, "It's cute!"

"Hey, you sound like a fangirl." Narae pointed at Youngja with a laugh.

"I'm just stating facts." Youngja defended herself.

"What did Seungcheol send you?" Sook wondered, ignoring the other two women.

"Uh, he said," I opened the conversation and the last message he sent made my heart fill with love.

'Hey, you, I don't remember when you said your filming thing is but good luck! You'll do amazing! Call me when you're done and we can do something. Love you!'

Seunghee giggled and Narae and Sook put their hands over their hearts and leaned back in their chairs. Youngja just awed at the message. It was a little weird having such large reactions to a simple, pretty normal, text message so all I could do was laugh at the awkward position I was in.

"Ya, I don't think any of my friends get messages like that and they're married!" Sook said, regaining some of her composure. Seunghee was still very much still in the feels.

"It's pretty normal for us." I told her, "We don't do it often but if we know the other has a really big schedule, we'll send supportive messages like that."

"By chance," Narae started with an unexplainable excitement in her eyes, "Do you think you could call him?"

I paused to glance at the PD's behind the cameras but they were saying it was okay to go off script.

"If he's free." Sook added, quickly taking in my silence, "If he's busy, we don't want to bother him."

"I don't think he has anything going on today." I tried to recall if he told me of any plans he had for the day, "I can try calling him."

Narae and Sook clapped their hands for me while I tapped on Seungcheol's profile picture and hit the call button before turning it on speaker.

We all sat in silence, listening to the first ring. Then the second. Then the third.

"Maybe he's busy..." Seunghee whispered.

"Maybe his phone's off." Youngja suggested.

I shook my head, "He doesn't really turn his ringer off if he-"

The receiver picking up cut me off.

"Hey, love." Seungcheol's deep voice rings through the phone. "Are you already finished?"

All four women got really giddy and their jaws dropped open.

"No, not yet." I answered him before he got worried. "Do you have time to call? Are you busy?" I asked.

"I'm not busy. I'm just hanging out at the dorm." He told me and I felt relief spread across my shoulders. "Are you good?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I chuckled at his question, "We're just recording and we are doing 'Inside My Phone' segment. They saw the text you sent and wanted to call you."

"Ah, that text." He chuckled over the phone in embarrassment. "Wait! That means you're recording right now?"

"Yeah." I told him and he instantly cleared his throat.

"Hello, I'm Seventeen's leader, S.Coups. Also known as YouTuber (y/n)'s boyfriend, Choi Seungcheol. Nice to meet you." He introduced himself with his leader voice and I nearly busted a lung from laughing.

"Nice to meet you, S.Coups." Sook said, getting closer to my phone. "I'm Kim Sook and Park Narae, Lee Youngja, and Oh My Girl's Seunghee are also with me."

"Seunghee's there?" Seungcheol asked, clearly surprised.

"Yes I am, sunbae!" Seunghee jumped up with excitement.

"Oh, Seunghee, I didn't know you'd be on the show." Seungcheol commented.

"(y/n) didn't tell you, sunbae?" Seunghee asked, shooting me a glance but I just shrugged. I didn't even know she was coming until I showed up for the recording.

"No, but I don't think she knew." Seungcheol explained and I clicked my tongue.

"S.Coups." Narae spoke up, "(y/n) said that you guys send texts to each other before big events."

"Yes, that's true." Seungcheol said.

"So when was the last time she sent you a text like that?" Narae finished her question.

"Uh..." Seungcheol trailed off in thought, "Last month when I had my first solo magazine shoot." He answered and the studio erupted in reactions.

"Yahhh. You two seem to match each other really well." Sook commented and Seungcheol let out an embarrassed laugh.

"What is your favorite thing about (y/n)?" Narae suddenly asked, turning the show into a special on our relationship.

"This suddenly?" Seungcheol chuckled nervously.

"You don't have to answer." I quickly tried to save him from having to answer it but he decided to answer anyway.

"No, no, it's fine. It was just unexpected." Seungcheol said and took a couple seconds to collect his thoughts, "Well, my favorite thing would have to be how considerate she is."

"Can you explain that?" Sook wondered and I lightly smacked her arm while giving her a 'why?' expression.

"She's just very caring towards everyone." Seungcheol explained, "The Seventeen members, our staff, other staff, and even the fans. She's very kind to them."

"That's right. She is really kind." Sook nodded her head in agreement and patted my shoulder.

There was some noise on his end of the line and I leaned forward to take over the conversation again.

"Everything good?" I asked, knowing the noise was probably the other members talking to him.

"Yeah, but I think I'm going to have to go. I'm being summoned by Woozi to fix some lyrics or something." Seungcheol said with an apology laced into his tone.

"Yeah, yeah. Go ahead." I told him, "I'll call you when I get done."

"Okay, sounds good." He replied, "Thank you Sook, Narae, Youngja, and Seunghee! (y/n), have fun!"

We all said bye before I hung up the call. After settling back into their chairs, Sook was the first to speak.

"That was so nice that he was able to talk for a little bit." Sook commented, scooting closer to the table.

"It was." I mirrored her content.

"So, tell us, (y/n)," Narae turned to me, "Do you have any big projects coming up?"

"Of course, I have many projects planned for the next few months." I teased her with a smile, "But they're all secrets for now."

Seunghee let out a small whine, "Can't you tell us about one of them? Like just who it's going to be with?"

"Yeah," Sook agreed, "Just give us a little hint. A tiny baby hint."

Youngja sat in her chair nodding aggressively.

I rested my hand over my lips, contemplating if I can or if I should. Glancing at my manager, she gave me a small shrug of indifference.

"Okay, I'll give you three hints for certain upcoming videos." I caved and the others clapped in excitement. I listed off the hints with my hands, "First hint is shopping. Second hint is colors. Third hint is boyfriend." I said and then clamped my mouth shut, not giving any other information.

"That's it? You're not going to explain?" Youngja said with a pout.

"She can't do that." Sook calmed the other woman, "They're hints. The fans have to try and guess, right?"

"Right, that's how hints work." I nodded, confirming Sook's guess.

"Well, thank you for coming, for talking with us, and for giving us those hints." Narae began the ending. "We'll see you at the Girl's Table next week."

"On Wednesday night." Sook continued.

"At 8:45." Seunghee stated the time.

"On KBS!" Youngja finished and we all smiled and waved at the camera.

Once the cameras were off, I moved to pull the cord out of my phone. But just as I do so, a text from Seungcheol lit up the screen.

It read, "You did remember to change my contact name, right?"

[sunflowersoonyoung]

honeyed | jinho

w.c ↠ 2.5k

pairing↠ jinho x fem! reader

genre/s ↠ smut (light bondage, overstimulation, fem!oral), incubus! jinho, soft dom! jinho, supernatural au!, office au!

description ↠ falling asleep at work leads to an oddly realistic dream about your hot boss Jinho

warning/s ↠ suggestive themes, supernatural themes

a/n ↠ wow okay can you tell that jinho is my ptg bias. I seriously thirsted over him in this oneshot. this is one of my favourite smuts I've written here! I wrote it carefully and reread it three times so I'm proud of it :)

tags ↠ @prismwon

-

Anxiety washed over you from head to toe, rising with each passing second. You clasped a trembling hand to your chest to feel your heart fluttering against your ribcage.

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself before pushing open the glass door to work.

The publishing office was bright with mellow, natural lighting, an open room dotted with large desks cluttered with stationary. Some of your coworkers had already arrived and had busied themselves with various tasks - bustling distractedly around the room.

“G-Good morning, everyone!”

You tried to announce your presence as boldly as you could; despite this, barely anyone bothered to even glance in your direction. You swallowed nervously and made a bee-line for your desk.

New to the workforce and fresh from University, acclimatising had been a difficult journey. No one was willing to sacrifice any precious time to help you - or even welcome you, for that matter. You felt utterly ostracised by the team. They had all apparently established their clique, and you were not invited.

The one exception had been the lead editor: Jo Jinho, your boss and the office eye candy.

“Good morning, (F/n).”

As if reading your thoughts, Jinho’s melodic voice drifted over your shoulder. You swallowed, feeling sweat prickle your armpits in response to his presence.

“You look bright today. I hope you’re making good progress on that manuscript.”

You pivoted in your chair to face him, in turn becoming stricken by his gaze. There was something unusual about Jinho, something that had successfully hypnotised many of your coworkers, including yourself.

He was impossible to resist. From his handsome exterior to his pleasant interior, he was genuinely mesmerising - like the sunrise in the morning after a cold night.

“Y-Yes, thank you,” you stammered, forcing a polite smile. Jinho’s smile in response was a thousand watts bright, his creased eyes just as radiant.

He was gone just as quickly as he had appeared, interacting with everyone else on the path to his desk. Your nerves melted from your taut muscles, and you breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thankful that Jinho had moved on. Being beneath his attention was too challenging to handle. You withdrew your laptop from your bag and made a start on work for the day.

Unfortunately, your concentration was coming through like a sputtering hose. You were not yet accustomed to working in a room with ten other people and limited silence.

Your attention drifted around the office. You observed conversations, watching as a young girl was scolded; a middle-aged man answered the phone with a frustrated visage.

You could not help but become drawn to Jinho.

He was hovering over someone’s shoulder - Seunghee, you vaguely remembered her name to be. Girls in the editing team tended to ask him for help suspiciously frequently. It was apparent they all simply longed after Jinho’s presence.

Admittedly, it was tempting. In that position, you could feel his breath against your ear.

You quickly became absorbed in observing him. It was not just his pretty features. His expressions were genuine, his explanations clear and concise. Fully believing you were free to admire him, you forgot your surroundings and lost yourself.

Abruptly, Jinho’s gaze shifted from Seunghee’s work to you. It was such a subtle shift that you almost failed to notice it. Electricity shot across your skin upon realisation, heat blossoming from your ears to your cheeks.

Though it was too late, you looked back to your computer screen. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see him grinning. That cruel image worsened your embarrassment.

As your mind buzzed with thoughts of Jinho’s grin, you struggled to return your focus to the manuscript as much as you tried. You huffed frustratedly.

“Everything okay, (F/n)?”

You wondered with horror if he intended to make things more difficult. Your humiliation should have been apparent, and yet here he was, standing directly behind you with a hand resting on the back of your chair.

“Y-Yes,” you responded, refusing to tear your eyes from your laptop. You could hear your voice quaking.

His palm settled on your desk, confining you. It was no longer possible to pretend he wasn’t there. His face was far too close for you to deal with.

“Really? Hmm,” He hummed, “There must be some other reason you were staring at me then.”

You could not even begin to imagine how crimson your face was. Was Jinho teasing you? It certainly felt like it.

He snorted faintly, withdrawing. On the edge of your vision, you could see him smiling broadly.

-

After getting very little work done for the rest of the afternoon, you opted to stay behind and work overtime. The manuscript was due tomorrow evening, after all.

The office buzz began to fade, gradually declining till the room was entirely quiet. The only thing disconnecting the silence was the sound of fingers against keyboards.

You decided to take a short break as your fatigue began to increase. Shadows from the night sky crept across the floor. Usually, you liked to be fed and warm at home by this time. Your eyelids were heavy, your thoughts sluggish and tired.

It was only you and Jinho remaining at this stage. You had managed to keep your thoughts away from him until now. He was wrapped up in his work; his face blank with concentration. Sighing, you ignored him and returned to your own business.

The words on your laptop screen began to blend with each passing second. You squinted, blinking rapidly to counter the weariness that was dousing you like warm water. You had never been so tired at work - it was as if you were being dragged down by an invisible force, and nothing you did could stop it. It was a similar sensation to having too much alcohol.

Before you knew it, your head had lulled onto the cold desk, crumpling the papers in front of you.

-

Alarm overwhelmed your thoughts as you lifted your head from your desk.

You could not believe you had fallen asleep at work. Rubbing your eyes, you looked towards Jinho’s desk in panic, hoping to apologise and then flee. Relief washed over you - his chair was empty. Perhaps he had gone home.

Strangely enough, the room was hazy. Instead of its usual white light, it was rose-tinted and clouded. It did not look familiar to you.

“You fell asleep? How cute.”

You blinked, and Jinho seemed to appear directly beside you, seated on the table with one leg crossed over the other. He was admiring you, cupping his cheek whilst wearing an affectionate smile.

It took a moment for you to react; your head was abnormally thick, so your thoughts were slow, but once you realised what was happening, you became flustered.

“Your face tells me everything - your expressions are so honest. It’s adorable.”

Jinho leapt smoothly to his feet, circling you to place his hands on the back of your swivel chair and then rotating you till you were facing him. You could do nothing, frozen with anticipation and unsure what to expect next.

He leant in closely, leaning on the armrests, and you held your breath. His nose was close enough to brush against yours, yet his expression was unchanged - still as sweet as usual.

“Why don’t you let me make you feel good?” He hummed. His gaze was direct, and you swooned inwardly when you finally met it. In contrast to his soft nature, his eyes were hard. You tried to swallow but your throat had gone dry.

“Wh-what if someone sees?” You stammered shyly.

Jinho chuckled, his eyes crinkling in amusement, “no one will see. I promise.”

He placed his hands on your knees, maintaining eye contact as he rubbed reassuringly. He pushed his hands up your thighs, catching the fabric of your skirt and baring your thighs to the air. You could not look away, dizzyingly mesmerised by him. Your head was getting light and hot.

Finally, Jinho kissed you. It was a shallow, chaste kiss that tasted of vanilla and made you feel as if you were melting into the chair.

You could not split your concentration between the kiss and the way his warm palms rubbed against your thighs. The combination was causing a spike of burning excitement to prickle between your legs.

He parted from you with a soft pop and offered you a hand. You were too flustered and weak-kneed to stand steadily, but it hardly mattered - Jinho did not make you stand for long.

“Let me taste you, gorgeous.”

Jinho was simultaneously gentle and firm as he guided you to his desk, carelessly sweeping it clear. You gasped when he spun you around, essentially folding you over the surface. The varnished wood was cold through the thin fabric of your shirt, momentarily sobering you to reality.

With your ass in the air, he hitched up your skirt to reveal your underpants. You were uneasy about the fact that you could not see what he was doing.

“Hands behind your back, please.”

This was Jinho’s first true order.

The way his voice dropped a few notes sent chills down your spine, goosebumps travelling across your skin. You were trembling as you obeyed, swallowing a nervous squeak when he loosely wrapped fabric around your wrists, tying them together.

“I’m not punishing you, sweet. It’s just some extra fun for you,” Jinho reassured. Admittedly you were both anxious and aroused by his decision to tie you up. It made your heart pound fast against your ribcage.

With you properly restrained, Jinho determined that it was time to begin his ministrations.

His fingers ran up and down your slit through your underwear before hooking the fabric and drawing it aside. You strained against your bonds and arched your back when he made direct contact with your pussy. It was only a subtle touch, and yet pleasure was already rippling across your body.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?”

Jinho’s voice was dripping with honey, and yet his fingers were cruel. He grazed your clit with his fingertip and then dragged his finger back down between your lips and teased your entrance with slight pressure, and then repeated this process.

He was not entirely giving in to you, and you were becoming so sensitive that tears of desperation were beginning to sting your eyes.

“J-Jinho .... please,” you pleaded, feeling helpless - frantic for more.

“Please, what?” He hummed in response, “Tell me what to do, sweet, and I’ll do it. Use your words.”

Despite being dazed and overwhelmed, you still managed to respond, albeit in a small voice, “I-I want your lips and your fingers.”

“Of course, sweet.”

He pressed his thumb directly to your clitoris, and you gasped, toes curling. He languidly rolled his thumb, observing you whilst cleverly allowing your pleasure to build. Your focus honed in on his touches, no longer paying attention to the noises passing through your lips.

“The more I touch you, the prettier noises you make,” Jinho commented.

Abruptly, he filled you up with his forefinger. Your breath hitched in your throat, hardly expecting him to make that leap.

You cried out when his lips sucked in your clitoris, gradually fucking you with his finger. He eased you into a swift orgasm, pressing fluttering kisses to the backs of your thighs while you trembled.

“Good girl~. One more time?”

Before you could respond, Jinho had added a second finger and was pistoning them inside of you much quicker than earlier. You were incredibly wet thanks to your orgasm, and he seemed to be using that to his advantage.

His tongue teased your swollen clit, and you sobbed, “I-I’m too sensitive!” Seemingly uncaring, Jinho dragged you into a second, far more intense orgasm that had your legs thrashing and drool spilling out onto the desk.

Your ears were ringing, but you could hear Jinho chuckling as he removed himself.

“Was that too much?” He mused, cleaning his fingers with his mouth, “Can you take any more?”

You were still an empty shell, electricity and heat clinging to your skin mingled with a sheen of sweat. His hands smoothed over your ass cheeks, a comforting action that made your heart soften. You twisted around to look at him dazedly.

Jinho was just as gorgeous as ever, though he had lost some of his neatness. The restraint around your wrist was apparently his necktie, which was missing, and he had undone his button-up shirt to reveal a sliver of his flawless chest. He combed his fingers through his hair, gleaming at you proudly.

“The look on your face tells me you want more,” he purred, rolling his hips against your backside. You mewled and rocked backwards, feeling his hard cock straining through his pants. You had never been so delirious, hungry to feel every inch of him.

“Ho~ such an insatiable girl,” Jinho unzipped his pants, sliding the tip of his cock over your slick folds. Even that simple action felt incredible.

“Oh, my God.”

Jinho filled you up, stuffing you in one lazy stroke. You were so full, your pussy throbbing delightfully around him.

“Please,” you begged, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you, “Jinho-ah, please.” He scoffed in response before giving in to your desires.

The way he fucked you was utterly sadistic in contrast to his sweet nature. He was relentless in the way his hips slammed against yours, no longer offering you any mercy. You were defenceless to him, only able to dig your nails into your palm whilst bracing yourself.

“So tight,” he groaned, hanging his head back in bliss.

He angled his hips upwards, the head of his cock meeting a sweet spot. You started contracting around him, the pleasure in the pit of your belly peaking.

“I’m gonna-,” you managed to slur out before you came hard, so hard that stars speckled behind your clenched eyes. You practically ascended into the ceiling, losing all sense of Jinho’s thrusts and anything else around you.

Ink drowned your vision as you passed out.

-

“(F/n)?”

Your head was weighty as you lifted it, heat throbbing between your legs in response to the vivid dream you had just woken from.

Jinho was peering down at you, his hand warm on your shoulder.

“You should go home if you’re so tired,” he sighed, wearing a concerned expression. You were in shock, simply unable to process that what had just occurred had been entirely in your head. You could still feel his thickness inside you, still feel the intense climax he had given you.

“Are you okay? You look flushed,” Jinho cocked his head, the worry growing on his face. You waved your hand dismissively.

“I-I’m fine. I should go home.”

He hovered nearby as you packed away your laptop, silently observing you. You were ready to leave when he finally broke the silence.

“Let’s do that again,” Jinho suggested innocently, his smile no different from his usual one, “you’re so cute when you beg.”

[tranquilpetrichor]

we'll go forward, always

summary: a talented but slightly aloof cross country runner, you never put much of an emphasis on friendship and trust, keeping mostly to yourself.

but as you open up on long runs with fellow teammate choi sungyoon, you begin to find the beauty in truly trusting someone, knowing that no matter what pace you ran at, you'd have someone by your side.

pairing: y (golden child) x reader

genre: comfort, humor, rivals to friends!au (intentionally left vague), cross country sungyoon!au (not overly focused on that aspect)

word count: 3.4k

warnings: cursing, mentions of stress, gun metaphor used once

notes at the end!

— run #1

apparently, a few words really could how change your day turned out.

while you were stretching before your run, you found your cross country teammate, choi sungyoon, standing in front of you.

"can i run with you?"

usually, you ran alone, and the answer to that question would be a hard no.

normally, the sound of your footsteps hitting the dirt during xc practice was a welcome companion in itself. although you didn't look down at your feet (a pointless thing to do anyways), you always could hear their rhythm, fueling you to push onwards. no one held you back. it was your system, it was more efficient that way.

but today, your answer was different.

"alright, fine," you replied, not even looking back at him as you continued to do your lunges.

sungyoon really was something, somewhat cold to the majority of the school but there were exceptions. you didn't speak to him that much, but there was an unsaid rivalry between you guys, exchanged through smirks, bringing up your statistics and hushed remarks to each other before races.

people liked mentioning you two in the same sentence, whether for the purpose of comparison, or something else.

"everytime the other achieves something, the other tries to top it," you had overheard one of your coaches saying. despite being a rival, sungyoon was the closest thing you had to friendship.

it never went further than rivalry, though. you knew that like you, he ran solo. he did intrigue you, but it was hard for you to talk with just anyone. so you didn't, and it's been working out so far. at least, that's what you tell yourself.

congratulations by day6 continued to blast through your ears as you turned to sungyoon, tapped him on the shoulder and began to run past the back gates of the school, with him beside you.

"so, why are you joining me on this fine wednesday?" you wondered if you would regret not running alone as you always did, but a part of you did want to talk with him a little. even if it was just about why he gave you such an odd request.

he said, "i know, this was out of nowhere, but coach seunghee actually suggested for me to run with you. yeah, i doubted her at first, and didn't think you'd be happy."

hm. of course, you weren't exactly thrilled about being interrupted in the middle of your stretching and meditation time (who needed therapy when you had day6 songs?), but you would defer to her authority if you were in his place. "why did she suggest that? no offense, but i think i'm good alone."

"it's something she wants to try out. having people run with partners. to build teamwork, or something."

"that's nice. i don't think that teamwork exercises ever work."

he paused. "i mean, it's coach. she could tell me to walk straight into a tree and i'd probably trust that it's part of her plan for something. if she has something to say, i figure i'll entertain it, at least for now."

you rolled your eyes, but a smile formed in the corners of your mouth anyways as you thought of a clever response. "the only way i'd walk into a tree is if professor kim namjoon told me to."

he snickered at you between strides. "don't tell me you think he's hot or something. i know your annoying ass won't take orders from anyone except for our coaches."

you glared at him and replied sarcastically, "wow, what makes you think you even know me, sungyoon?" the words left your mouth faster than you anticipated, like a finger resting on the trigger of a gun.

he looked taken aback, trying to mask it with a laugh. you don't often see him look guilty. "i guess i don't—sorry."

when will i shut the fuck up challenge, you wondered, reminding yourself to not unintentionally say something shitty today. "you literally looked so scared. i would have thought you had seen a ghost. sorry. if i say something like that, it's probably a by-product of me failing to not be an asshole. i'm still working on that issue."

you run faster, but he just catches up to you eventually.

"all is forgiven then, asshole."

how straightforward of him. the two of you laughed, and the sound filled the air. he had a nice laugh, just as melodious as his vocals in choir. sometimes, when you sat in your favorite spot in school, doing design work on your computer, you could hear them practicing. it was one of the only things you enjoyed about school, sitting in a hidden room, letting their voices linger and secretly accompany you.

in fact, sungyoon's lingered even now.

man, it's been a while since i've heard my laugh.

the time passed by in the blink of an eye, and as you checked the stopwatch on your phone, you smiled. sonic had nothing on your ass when it came to speed.

you didn't admit it out loud, but today, you probably needed the laughter. it was exhausting trying to help plan the advertising of your school's upcoming open house, deal with your mom screaming at you about not doing a good enough job taking care of your siblings that needed your help, prepare for an upcoming tournament, and get a decent amount of sleep so that you didn't go insane and scream at everyone.

these weren't problems that anyone would know about—because you were quietly faithful to your duties, and always keeping yourself busy. sometimes you liked your isolation. other days, it came to bite you in the ass.

but today, you felt the impact of being able to laugh with someone. maybe you were even genuinely happy. it was only a little victory. still, it was something.

— run #2

generally, you felt like the world gave you shit whenever something made you happy. like an endless game of tug-of-war. nonetheless, you knew the world wouldn't stop for your concerns, so you pressed on and tried to think of something to get you through the day.

a week after running with sungyoon, you were still somewhat tired but very pleased with your xc progress, achieving a pr during a 2k race you had during the weekday. coach was also overall, pleased with you, which was pretty reassuring. still, you felt a lingering sense of discouragement whenever you thought about your problems. maybe today's run would clear your head.

you set off on your warmup run off the school grounds and into the endless maze of hills. glancing to your right, you noticed sungyoon once again, but you didn't question it, instead greeting him. "wow, joining me for a second time?"

"misery loves company," he replied, a small sigh escaping his lips. "you don't want to know."

maybe that was true. "you are right about that. well, i guess getting a pr makes the week a little less miserable. try that."

"congrats," he replied, and you're not sure if you're seeing things, or if he really did grin a little.

you nod back. "thanks."

a few minutes passed, and you realized how well-attuned you were to each other's running paces, due to the fact that they happened to be similar. it's not like you were going significantly slower (or even faster) than you had before, but something felt different. you were glad that neither of you complained about extended periods of silence, simply letting them exist like the various bends in the path you two were running on.

sungyoon's voice broke your thoughts. "aren't the hills pretty?" he asked. "it's lucky that we have a nice place to run—actually, it's lucky that we can even go out and run in the first place."

"i guess so," you agreed. "it's peaceful. weird as it is, i feel like a butterfly flying on the wind. is that weird?"

"it's not. running feels like that, a lot of the time."

"for you too?"

he hesitated, trying to put something into words. "like you can overcome everything that stands in your way and just, i don't know, fly almost."

wow, being philosophical with someone you barely knew. "the world, at least for me, tries to stop us from feeling that way."

he nodded. "that's true. but that's why we need something to keep up our spirits, to keep us going forward."

you laughed soundlessly to yourself. how did we get to the deep shit so quickly?

"maybe you're not as unapproachable as i thought."

he retorted, "i mean, i thought you were unapproachable too and i'd get slapped into another dimension if i pissed you off."

fair point, you thought, although you wonder how just many people you've alienated with a single stare. "well, that's just how i come off across as unfortunately. i feel like an asshole sometimes, but i don't know."

he nodded. "i mean, i think i'm like that too. honestly, i still am to an extent. mostly before jangjun befriended me and introduced me to some of his friends. i still don't know how someone can be that social, but then again, it's hard to understand people who are very different from you. honestly, even if he is a pain in the ass sometimes and says questionable shit, it's nice to know someone's there for me."

for the next minute, his words echoed in your head, and you spoke so quietly that your next words almost fade in the midst of the breeze. "it must be nice to have someone to rely on. i wonder what that's like."

the silence in the air is filled with thoughts left hanging, until sungyoon eventually spoke. you definitely wondered if you had revealed too much with just a few words. his response however, is surprisingly one of reassurance.

"look, i'm not sure what you're facing right now, but i know you're a lot like me. i'm not you, obviously, but we kinda understand each other, don't we? very driven, always pushing our limits, maybe a little unwilling to open up to the majority. and i won't pry about anything. but if you want to, you can talk more with me."

your face appeared impassive, but when you said "thank you," it was genuine. those two words were simple, but they said enough.

to your left, the lake glimmered peacefully, the reflection of the sun glinting off of it. he was right about what he had said before. it was pretty here. you decided that it would be nice to just sit by the lake. you tried to stop your brain from getting ahead of itself, but your brain entertained the possibility of being here with sungyoon.

you laughed at your own stupid thoughts and let yourself listen to the sound of two pairs of feet hitting the ground. you found that your steps and the conversation were progressing at a fast pace.

"so, you like bunnies? and you actually own some?" you asked sungyoon. you took in his facial features again, as if reading through a page of a novel again, but more carefully. he did resemble a rabbit, teeth and all.

"is that surprising?"

"apparently every fact i learn about you is. but keep going, it's interesting."

he grinned. "the fact that you're designing stuff for open house is pretty interesting. the coaches mentioned it to me."

honestly, you were still slightly nervous about that. you didn't feel very satisfied with your work, even after a night of editing a flyer design, wondering what exactly you found wrong with it.

"more like pretty stressful. i'm picky about what designs make it and even though they can look like shit sometimes and take a long time, i just remind myself that the school cannot do this to save their damn lives." that was mostly you poking some lighthearted fun at yourself, but there was a slight bitterness that came through from you as well.

"i passed the art room and saw one of your posters. the one for our choral concert. come on, your work is definitely not shit, and if it takes a long time to make posters like that, i'd wait that long to see them. my friends liked the design too, they didn't even know you did graphic design until now. also, are you going?"

the question at the end threw you off guard. "well, i guess the color scheme of my poster is nice, and fine. i'll consider it. you guys are good, after all." you then trailed off in your thoughts and proceed to tell your teammate more color theory than he will ever need in his entire life. "well. it kept me busy. i hope my other projects turn out just as nice."

"yeah. i know you probably didn't have to do this, so thank you. i'm sure whatever you do next will be great too."

his words made you silent, in a way that made you think, oh shit, what do i say now?

"here's to hoping, i guess?" you smiled, half to combat your fears of the future, and half because you felt thankful for being complimented.

note to self: find tutorial for accepting genuine compliments.

the minutes you spent running always seemed to pass by in a flash, but today it was especially true, which was a shame because you felt like you were in heaven.

after driving home, you helped your siblings with their homework but warned them that you needed to relax. they understood, thankfully.

satisfied with the amount of work you had done, you drank chai tea and stared at a few bunny videos. you even ended up finding the motivation to work on some extra projects. it wasn't perfect, but it was progress and for the first time in a while, you let your body truly relax.

after thinking about the events that had happened, you decided that maybe running with someone wasn't so bad.

maybe, it was just different.

— run #3

you rarely enjoyed waking up early. but today, you needed to drive your sibling early to school because they were going on an all-day field trip (how you wished you could be a middle school kid again, fascinated by fish at the aquarium).

basically, you had two hours to kill before school, and with nothing to do, you decided to stretch your legs a bit and took a walk.

sungyoon was somewhat far away, walking around campus, but you could see him anyways. it had been 10 days since your second run with him. you weren't sure if you should go up to him or head off to the library.

should i bother him? ah, screw it.

you walked in his general direction, reaching him quickly despite the distance. "i hope i'm not disturbing you, but want to run? anywhere?"

"wow, no greeting? like a normal person?" he said, a look of mock offense on his face. "i'm kidding. i don't really have anything to do. is the doughnut place and back fine?"

"sure. i have money anyways."

he looked off to the side, away from you. "it's early, i hope you don't mind that i'll be a little slower than usual."

although it was an innocuous remark, it did make you think a little. you liked going fast. but today was not the time for that, and this wasn't one of your races anyways. it was just for fun. you felt a little guilty that he was talking about how he would be slow and potentially annoy you.

"it's fine. come on, before we spend an hour just standing here!"

the two of you began to run, but you made sure it was a comfortable pace for the both of you. before long, you heard a quiet song coming from him. you were slightly impressed that he could still sing like that even when jogging.

"you have a nice voice." you said. "if i could sing like that, i would never shut up."

he returned your compliment with a sarcastic retort. "i heard in class, you never shut up anyways."

you pretended to look hurt, although you wouldn't deny that a few classes brought out a more talkative side of you (namely graphic design). "i give a rare compliment and this is what i get? ouch."

before you tried to speed up, just to spite his ass, he spoke again. "to make up for it, i can sing a song, if you want."

"sweet chaos by day6 and you're forgiven." you wondered if he knows them (honestly, you hoped so, but you wouldn't mind excessively promoting the song to someone else either).

"i know it. it's a sweet chaos..." he sang the chorus, which caused you to raise your eyes in surprise.

he really had a unique voice—even if 50 others sang around him, you could probably recognize his. "at least you have good taste. one of the best songs ever."

it's impossible for anyone to not notice your relaxed grin now, try as you might to hide it. the two of you arrived at the doughnut place, and even though you were running "slowly" it only took about 10 minutes.

sungyoon ordered first. "i'll get an iced coffee and a chocolate glazed doughnut."

"an old-fashioned chocolate one for me," you replied.

"are you paying together or separately?" the cashier asked.

sungyoon stepped in front of the register, eliciting protest from you. "i'll pay," he said, and you objected again, trying to walk past him to hand over your cash, only to be blocked.

"are you sure?"

"yeah, of course!"

you sighed. it would be pointless to argue about this all morning, even though you still felt a duty to pay for yourself. "alright, but let me pay when we do this again."

(for better or for worse, it briefly crossed your mind that you said "when", and not "if.)

the two of you sat down at one of the tables in the restaurant to eat, and the early morning provided you with some peace and quiet. it was almost as if the world had slowed down, just in this moment to tell you that things would be alright.

the birds flew past the window as you chatted with sungyoon. "how are things going?"

"pretty good but maybe i could use with more sleep. can't wait for that tournament in a few weeks, and you?"

"like i could race your ass back and beat you with my eyes closed. okay, kidding!" you said in surrender as he jokingly got up to fight you. "i don't feel as stressed today, though."

"you always look really busy. glad you're not too stressed."

your gaze drifted slightly to the floor. "well, maybe that's slightly thanks to you running with me and talking about random shit."

he looked a little surprised. "really? honored to be at your service," he finished with a smirk and a bow.

you hit him repeatedly from across the table. "choi sungyoon, your ego is so big it extends beyond your height."

sungyoon probably detested the fact that you had long arms right about now as he groaned in protest. "ahh, stop hitting me! no, but are you serious? i'm glad i could help in some way. everyone deserves someone to confide in, plus i thought you'd be cool to befriend.."

he took another sip of coffee before he continued. "i wish i had talked to you sooner. it's been good getting to know you. i mean, beyond the team and stuff. i think you're doing your best and it really shows."

the encouragement felt like fuel, fuel that you wanted to reciprocate to someone you truly cared for. you grabbed your phone out of your pocket, extending it out to sungyoon. "let's exchange phone numbers?"

he quickly typed in his number. the morning extended on for forever, yet still felt like it moved on too quickly, as you realized how much trust you put in sungyoon. you two didn't hold each other back, in fact, you had always held each other accountable. and what was more beneficial than that?

rival, friend, it didn't matter. all that did was that you had someone to jog across the dirt paths or even just walk with, that you'd have someone who understood you and vice versa.

you would still go forward as you always did, footsteps hitting the dirt and an endless rhythm. it's just that with another pair of footsteps, the journey was a bit less lonely now.

notes: xc sungyoon! yea ik ness have seen him on the track at isac (i'm not that old of a ness to have witnessed that as it happened though) but i thought it would be cool to have him do some running somewhere else (dw i might do track runner sungyoon sometime).

it's so unoriginal but i listened to run by bts a bit, because obvious reasons. also, i slipped in my favorite p1harmony song for a bit, butterfly in there (yes that's me being a multi).

this fic was painful i felt like i wrote and rewrote so much of it and i'm still not satisfied. i finished this at like 1 am i'm sleep deprived as hell ahhh gn.