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emeraldelysian · 3 months

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Jung Wheein ✧ Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

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Pairing: Jung Wheein x Reader

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: After an awful anniversary date with your boyfriend, you come home to your roommate Wheein to rant about the entire evening. What you don't realize is that Wheein has a plan to make you forget all about your bad date.

Wordcount: 1.1K+

Warnings: Reader has F. Anatomy, Roommate AU, Oral (F. Receiving), Lesbian, Praise Kink, Cheating on an Awful Boyfriend (all my homies hate Brian)

Note: On my knees for women right now so I decided to write about it

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"-And then Brian had the audacity to call me a hot piece of ass in front of his friends! Can you believe it? What a prick."

Wheein watched you pace back and forth in her bedroom as you rambled on and on about the bad date you had with your boyfriend, the TV still on at a lower volume from when she was watching. What was meant to be a nice anniversary dinner at his house had quickly turned into a bro fest with your boyfriend treating you like trash in front of his friends, because he had supposedly "forgotten that you two were going to hang out."

You and Wheein had been roommates for some time, going from dorming together at your university to getting an apartment until you both figured out your lives.

"I mean I love him- or at least, I thought I did. But then I remember that every time we've had sex, he for some reason just doesn't think I need him to do anything?? Like sometimes I want attention too. And when he does give me attention, he makes it feel like a chore. Like he'd rather be doing literally anything else. And like I know sex education is terrible in some schools but he's a grown man. How does he not know what the clit is-"

"Well, what if I eat you out?" She didn't know what urged her to blurt out the words she did, and she avoided looking into your eyes the moment she said it. She could feel your gaze on her though as you took in what she asked.

“You- You want to- really?”

Your voice sounds far away and you have to snap yourself back to reality when Wheein stands up and looks at you.

Wheein nods slowly, brown eyes wide and curious. Pleading.

“You…you always told me girls are better at it than boys are,” she murmurs, hand gently grasping at your hand, “and — and you told me your boyfriend is bad at it. So let me try? Maybe I'll be better…”

She trails off, gnawing at her bottom lip while she looks at you. Her wide eyes and pouty lips make her look so innocent you think you’re going to combust.

'This is wrong', you think to yourself. You have a boyfriend, even if you hated him. The two of you could never be together. She’d probably regret it in the morning, you-

"You can teach me, can’t you? Please?”

Fuck it.

You swallow down the lump in your throat and nod, “Y-yeah, fuck, come here, pretty girl-“

You shuffle on the bed so you can lay against the pillows with your legs spread, your date clothes suddenly suffocating.

Wheein's so eager to please; she nods obediently and immediately scampers to slot herself in between your legs. Pretty manicured hands bring your shorts and panties to the side, and then she freezes. She’s shaking, brown eyes flicking up to meet yours. She has no clue what she’s doing and your pussy is so pretty- she’s nervous.

“S-stick your tongue out, baby. Y-yeah, just like that, oh my god-“ your hand shoots up to fist in those blond strands, the girl’s tongue timid and soft against your folds.

“Go a little…a little harde- fuck, baby, yes, swipe that sweet little tongue across my clit, j-just like that—“ you whimper, gasping. You involuntarily pull her forward, at the same time bucking your hips up to meet her mouth. it’s fucking heavenly.

You don’t even have to tell her what to do next, her plush lips wrapping around the bud and sucking hard. You cry out, eyes squeezing shut.

She pulls off for a second, blowing cool air over your clit and giggling when your legs jerk. Her eyes blink up at you slowly, half-lidded and hazy, “U-use me, please? Want you to- want you to cum in my mouth. Want to- want to be a good girl.”

Wheein needs praise. You don’t know how you didn’t clock that before. It sends you into some animalistic overdrive and you nod. How could you say no to something so precious?

“Yeah, pretty girl, fuck, get in here-“ you push her back down and she lets you, humming into your cunt obediently and swirling her tongue around your clit before wrapping her lips around the bud and sucking again.

This time she flicks her tongue against you as she sucks, soft hands running up and down your thighs as she does. Your hips are bucking wildly now, grinding up into that hot little mouth and whining as you do.

“Such a good girl for me, so pretty. Gonna make me c-cum, oh my god-“ You should be embarrassed by how high-pitched your voice is, how quickly you’re going to cum. You probably would be later, but your orgasm is barreling towards you and you can’t bring yourself to care.

All it takes is those pretty eyes blinking up at you through long lashes and that knot in your tummy snaps, your back arching as tears fall down your cheeks. It feels so good you’re shaking. You realize it’s been far too long since you’ve had a real orgasm.

“S-so good, shit, my good girl, god- take it, take it-“ You hump her face through your orgasm, cunt fluttering and spasming. It’s too good. Wheein keeps sucking your cunt like the perfect girl she is.

Your legs shake, chest heaving as you come down from your high. You pet at her hair absentmindedly, eyes half lidded.

She pulls off with a wet pop, resting a soft cheek on the fat of your thigh and looking up at you with a giggle, “Was that good?”

She’s got stars in her eyes. you only nod, running your fingers through pretty strawberry locks, “S-so good. Where the hell did you learn all that? Use me? Be a good girl? Are you insane, Wheein?”

She’s embarrassed, pale cheeks flushing bright red when she replies, “I- I remember how you used to talk about the guys you’d be with and what they'd do wrong so I wanted to try out the things you've said you wanted."

You groan. She’s perfect.

“Fuck, you’re unreal. Get up here and let me return the favor or I'm gonna die.” You grin as she nods eagerly.

Your phone dings with a message from Brian, the phone screen flashing with a "Send a pic" text. You roll your eyes, hands already gripping her hips and lowering her down onto your tongue as you mentally make the decision to break up with him the next morning.

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emeraldelysian · 4 months

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Choi San ✧ The Jealousy Game

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Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Synopsis: "The Jealousy Game." A game in which you and your boyfriend Choi San flirt with other people to see who will break first. However, when San missteps on a day when you just want his love and attention, he realizes that he has to find a way to make it up to you.

Wordcount: 1.8K

Warnings: Reader has F. Anatomy; Make-Up Sex, Wall Sex, Kitchen Sex, Oral (F. Receiving); Stand and Carry Position; Kind of exhibitionist?; Protected (Wrap it before you tap it)

Note: Hi loves, long time no see!! I'm sorry I haven't been able to write that much this year, it's been a lot of ups and downs. But I wanted to get one more story out at least before the end of the year. I hope you all enjoy!!

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You and Choi San had a peculiar way of finding amusement. Whenever you both attended parties, you would engage in a wild game of jealousy, each one flirting with other people, determined to see who would break first. It was a wicked dance of passion and insecurity, the push and pull of emotions that heightened the intensity of your connection.

But on this particular day, a cloud of vulnerability loomed over you, casting a shadow on your usually confident demeanor.

The sun set, casting a warm golden glow over the garden where the party was held. The air smelled of blooming roses and anticipation, mingling with the lively chatter and tinkling glasses. As always, Choi San's eyes danced mischievously, a glint of excitement lighting them up. You shared a knowing smile, acknowledging the game that was about to commence.

To an outsider, it may have seemed as though you both walked through the crowd with poise and charm, effortlessly captivated by your temporary flings. Yet beneath your facade of indifference, a subtle undercurrent of worry gnawed away at your heart. Doubt seeped into your thoughts, staining them with unease.

'Why does San seem so distant today? Is it my fault?' Questions like these peppered your mind, leaving you feeling untethered in a sea of people.

The music began, its rhythmic pulse guiding the fluid movements of the crowd. Your gaze locked with San's, feeling an electric pull that only the two of you could understand. A woman with flowing auburn hair approached, her smile captivating him instantly. You observed with a clenched chest as she whispered something in San's ear, her laughter filling the air like a sweet melody. They moved together, their bodies in tune with the vibrant melody that filled the atmosphere.

Watching San dance with the woman sent a surge of unfamiliar emotions coursing through your veins. Jealousy clawed at your chest, its tendrils wrapping around your heart, squeezing with a relentless grasp. Doubt echoed in your mind, causing you to question your own self-worth. The laughter that had once brightened your eyes dimmed, replaced by a flicker of insecurity. You desperately craved his love and attention, yet it felt as though the world around you had receded, leaving you stranded upon an island of your own apprehension.

Eventually, the song came to an end, and San and the woman parted ways. You couldn't help but feel hurt by his behavior, and rather than taking a step back from the noise. He turned towards you just as you turned away. His stormy eyes betrayed a hint of remorse as he watched you walk away from the party, into the house.

Feeling a mix of emotions, you went inside the house to seek solace. As you closed the door behind you, you desperately tried to stop yourself from overthinking as you grabbed yourself a glass of water, but the thoughts continued to swirl around in your head. The hurt from San's behavior pierced deep, and you couldn't help but question where things went wrong. The sound of the party outside seemed distant now, but it wasn't enough to break you away from the incessant thoughts that plagued your mind. Just as you were drowning in a sea of self-doubt, a gentle knock at the door startled you.

It was San. He softly gazed at your lost expression, closing the door behind him as he entered the house.

As he reached out to touch your trembling hand, his voice was a tender caress against your ear, "I'm sorry, love. I've taken the game too far today. I didn't realize how much I hurt you, how vulnerable you've been feeling."

Tentatively, you met his gaze, seeing the genuine concern etched in each of his features. In that moment, the walls you had carefully constructed to protect yourself began to crumble. "I just needed you, San," you whispered, your voice threaded with aching vulnerability.

His arms wrapped around your trembling frame, pulling you into an embrace where all the pain and insecurity dissolved. He tenderly kissed you. With each gentle touch held his vow to mend the wounds he had unintentionally inflicted upon your heart. In that embrace, you realized that love is not a game to be played, but a tender dance where trust and understanding are the true partners.

"Please let me make it up to you," he whispered softly as he pulled away.

Your gaze flickered between his lips and his eyes before you nodded and kissed him again, soft lips smiling into each other.

He pushed you softly against the wall, deepening the kisses between you both.

Looking into your eyes, your hand gracefully past his belt buckle and into the intimate space of his cotton briefs. He was hard and ready, and you moved it between your fingers slowly, savoring his obvious eagerness. Suddenly, his hands were tenderly gripping your wrists, raising them above your head.

"Please don't move," he whispered as he lowered himself onto his knees. With his face directly between your legs, he unhurriedly unclasped the button on your jeans, undid the zipper, and meticulously slid your pants off.

His lips were just an inch away from your black silk panties. He traced your inner thigh with gentle, delicate kisses. He then moved his mouth to your stomach, nibbling at the bottom of your cashmere sweater. As he rose again, he skillfully used only his teeth to lift up the fabric.

You could feel the warmth of his breath hovering over your breasts. The anticipation and desire within you grew as he started to tease you.

In that moment, all the doubts and insecurities that had plagued you throughout the night melted away. The game of jealousy, once an exhilarating dance, now seemed trivial in comparison to the deep connection you both cherished. What had begun as a test of emotions had ultimately revealed the depth of your love and the fragility of your hearts.

"God I love you so much."

His face popped up from between your legs. His lips glistened with the juices of your almost-orgasm while your legs still trembled from his tongue’s teasing.

He gently rubbed his finger along your clit, rousing you back to reality. Your entire body was on high alert. You hadn’t made it to the bed, or even to the sofa. Instead, you both leaned against the wall completely naked by the kitchen table, clothes strewn about haphazardly.

Let’s just say that if any of the partygoers decided to come inside, they would have gotten quite the show.

You couldn’t help but admire the grin on his face and the excitement in his eyes as he stared and stared into you. His hands continued to work their magic, and you spread your legs wider, inviting him to take in more of me.

“I love you too.” The words came out as two moans. As his fingers slipped and dipped inside of me, the pleasure continued to build, kickstarting the shaking and gasping again.

“I could live down here forever," he moaned into you.

“I wish you could, baby.” You tugged on his locks and brought his face towards you. You could taste yourself, sweet and pungent, on his lips. You broke apart and you caught his eyes with yours, mirroring his desire. It was clear that the need you felt to cherish this moment together was mutual.

You wrapped your arms around each other, your bodies heaving towards one another like magnets. The heat from his skin sent shivers down your spine as you feeling of him pressing into you excited you. You kissed for what seemed like an eternity, hands gently grazing skin, tongues tenderly touching - losing yourselves in each other. It was a moment of softness, of utmost sincerity.

But you needed him inside you before you risked being interrupted.

“I’ll be right back,” You said. You sauntered over to your purse that had been forgotten on the kitchen counter where you kept the condoms.

“You're so beautiful,” he groaned.

You turned around to see him watching your every nude move, leaning against the wall in awe. You grabbed the condom from your purse and came back over to him. He took the condom and quickly put in on. He held your hips steadily as he entered you.

You could feel him all the way to your belly button. You screamed out with pleasure, your hands taking the heat as he thrusted fast and deep. The movement pushed your body all the way forward, causing a consistent banging on the wall you were leaning against. He placed his palms on your ass as he lifts you up, your legs wrapped around him as he bounces you up and down. You take more and more of him as he brands your body with his hands.

"I think everyone outside is going to hear us if you keep moaning like that." His words came out low and throaty.

Your breath was shallow as you got closer to reaching your limit. Nothing existed outside of this moment - the sensation of his hands holding you up, how deeply satisfied this closeness made you feel. You kissed him, holding his mouth on yours for a long time. You breathed in his breaths as you began to tremble and gasp, your orgasms melting into each other, ecstasy swimming through your veins as you finished together.

You had never experienced anything like that before, that insane and electric synchrony. Your limbs vibrated in the fading exhilaration. You leaned back against the fall as he gently let you down. Your knees are weak as you slip down to sit. He kneels down with you, as you both exhale slowly and deeply.

You both sat there catching your breath as you looked out the glass door to the back. From your viewpoint, you could only see the trees as they were cast with the overwhelmingly beautiful pink and purple tie-dyed afternoon sky. People were still laughing and enjoying themselves outside, and you were grateful that you guys had been just shy of their viewpoint into the house.

You turned towards San who had opted to gaze at you isntead of the world outside. He moved his hand to brush some of the hair out of your face.

"Listen," he began, his tone softer once again, dripping with sincerity. "Please, believe me when I say that despite everything, my heart has always been yours. These games were never about finding someone else; they were about making sure you were the one who wanted me."

Words escaped you, overwhelmed by the outpouring of emotions coursing through your veins. You both were in the wrong, having chosen to play a game that would play on both of your insecurities. But you squeezed his hand, conveying volumes in that simple gesture. The truth was, despite the hurt you both had caused through these game, your love for eachother remained unshaken.

You gently kissed him once more before giving him a smile, "Let's just agree not to play that silly game anymore and get dressed, okay?"

He nodded and smiled, a flicker of hope now dancing within the depths of his eyes.

"From this moment forward, there will be no more games, no more tests. Just you and me, fighting for our love."

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emeraldelysian · 11 months

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Bang Chan ✧ Late Nights

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Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: After a full day of recording, Bang Chan still felt restless. Knowing how hard he is on himself during moments like these, you knew there had to be some way to ease the stress he was feeling.

Wordcount: 700+

Warnings: Very fluffy content honestly; let me know if I'm missing anything!

Note: Hi guys, it's been a while! 2023 has been wild so far and I just haven't felt motivated to write. But, I still adore writing and there's plenty of pieces I still want to share with you guys so I thought "Why not something short and sweet to get back into the swing of things?"

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You both were in the recording studio. After a full day of recording, Bang Chan still felt restless. The monitors, the preamps, even the samplers seemed like empty canvases that needed to be filled with sound. He sighed and glanced around, feeling like there was something missing.

As he glanced over, his gaze met yours. You were sitting calmly next to him with your head tilted towards him and a small, comforting smile on your face. Your intent stare made him feel at ease. You gripped his hand gently, silently reassuring him that you were by his side.

"Hey," you said, breaking the silence. "It's getting late."

He mumbled something in response, but he didn't sound convinced. He shifted in his chair, turning back to the laptop both of them had been poring over for hours. His eyes were clouded, and a crease appeared between his eyebrows as he tried to focus on the task at hand. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it, instead pushing himself away from the desk and stretching out his arms with a sigh. It was clear that despite how desperately he wanted to make progress today, he wouldn't be able to accomplish anything without taking some time to regroup.

You watched as he squinted at the screen of his sleek, black laptop. With a wistful smile, you leaned over and suggested, "But before we go, can we just take a break and play something for fun? It doesn't have to be anything official."

He looked up from his computer and regarded you with warm eyes. You felt a shiver run down your spine; his gaze was intense and electric. "Sure," he agreed with a nod.

Bang Chan adjusted the volume on the speakers, and a slow, mellow song filled the air. He began to play the first few notes of the song, and soon you joined in. He glanced around the studio and smiled. This was the moment he'd been waiting for.

The two of you played for what felt like hours; you were lost in each other's presence as his gentle melodies ran through your veins. Your fingers moved along with his, as if they had a mind of their own. You looked up at him and saw that he was smiling too, an expression of pure joy on his face.

He gradually increased the tempo until it was fast-paced enough to be called a jam session. You both moved synonymously together and seemed one with the music as it surged through your bodies. The energy grew stronger as each second passed, feeding off of each other's enthusiasm and love for melody creation.

Your eyes met once more as you closed out with a crash cymbal flourish, signaling the end of a perfect jam session between two kindred musicians. Bang Chan leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, sharing this moment before everything would go back to normalcy again—a reminder that no matter how crazy life became in or outside of the recording studio, you could always make time to create beauty through music together.

After the song ended, Bang Chan smiled at you warmly. “Thank you," he said softly. “For today...and for always."

His words caressed your heart like gentle waves crashing against the shoreline. You smiled back at him contentedly—and before either of you could say something else—you leaned forward and captured his lips in a sweet yet passionate kiss that seemed to last forever.

“My pleasure," you whispered, pulling back to gaze into his eyes. It had been such a relief to be able to turn his stress into something creative and enjoyable.

The soft chuckle lingered in the air as he leaned into you. His hair felt like cotton under your fingertips as you ran them through his locks, and you felt him relax into your embrace. He looked up at you with a glimmer of hope, grateful for the brief moment of reprieve from the stormy skies.

You plant a kiss on his forehead before whispering, "Now, come on. Let's go somewhere else and keep singing."

Bang Chan nodded happily, taking your hand in his.

"Wherever you want to go," he said, "I'll follow you."

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emeraldelysian · 1 year

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Thank you so much for notifying all of us! This is actually crazy, considering I have my own book on Wattpad with the works too. If it were something people wanted, I would gladly figure out some way to translate them. But reposting and translating without the creator's permission is never okay!! I'm glad that they were taken down but that's so unfortunate that people will steal work for a couple of reads.

Whether you are a reader or a writer, please be aware of people stealing work and notify the writers when you realize it's being done. Don't be worried if you may be wrong about it or misread the situation. We'd rather you let us know that our work is being stolen, whether it truly is or not, than if we aren't told and someone keeps profiting off of our work.

We aren't online all the time, and we don't search every word we write on Google just to see if someone else has posted it. So we rely upon readers to let us know when our work is being taken and we're super grateful when you do tell us. Thank you for continuing to support us and actively letting us know that you appreciate what you're doing; this is a form of that, even if it's not a like or reblog.

Once again, thank you to @therhythmafterthesummer and @comet-falls for going through all of this and letting everyone know. It means so much. To everyone reading these, please please please look at these authors and their works!! Support them in what they're doing; they make such lovely content and continue to make this platform a wonderful place with their hard work!

so, in the topic of translated fanfics in wattpad, i found this book & this book with a bunch of fanfics translated to spanish. they're on different accounts but they're the same person

so far i have only been able to recognise two pieces by @tasteleeknow (i'm at work and i can't deep dive into the thing)

this behavious is absolutely disgusting and disrespectful. i have reached out to the person but... yeah. don't be like this people

#emerald talks ✧#thank you to again for the lovely people reading our work and looking out for us #please support our writers

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emeraldelysian · 1 year

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Ahhh thank you!! I'm so sorry I'm just opening the crab present now. I had to take a lil break because my mental health wasn't doing so great and I was just stressing out. This is such a nice gift to come back to, thank you so much. I'm so so grateful for you and the beloved crabs.

#🦀 anon #emerald asks ✧

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emeraldelysian · 1 year

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Poly!SanSang ✧ As Your Boyfriends

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Pairing: Choi San x Reader x Kang Yeosang

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Synopsis: Poly boyfriend headcanons between San, Yeosang and their S/O

Wordcount: 1.1K+

Warnings: The section below the MDNI warning is all smut but besides that, it's fluffy! Let me know if I should add anything though!

Note: This is a product of Sansang simply existing

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Songs That Represent Your Relationship (Spotify Links)

summertime in paris - jaden, WILLOW

double take - dhruv

strawberry chainsaw - jawny

Choi San - The Sun

San is very much the sun of the relationship, bright and smiley

You and Yeosang still have yet to explain where the mysterious energy comes from, but you are grateful for it

Will show his love through physical touch and words of affirmation guaranteed

Very obvious forms of affection because he won't be able to contain how much he loves you two

Does not mind PDA at all, honestly loves to tease y'all with surprise kisses and hugs

Will look at you like you're made from all the stars in the universe

Won't miss a single day sending a good morning or good night message in the group chat but he will pout if you don't respond within the hour though

Is the best communicator honestly

He will tell you his feelings very openly and rambles about his day

But he will also give you 100% of his attention when you talk about your day

A small thing that really hits his heart is when you trust him with things, he will protect your words with his life

There's a possibility that he will also be brought to tears seeing either of his partner's cry

Like one time he had an argument with you two- mostly caused by stress and him being on edge- and seeing you both look nervous and teary eyed made him vow to never get angry like that again

He will do everything in his power to make you feel better

If either you or Yeosang can't sleep, he will blast your favorite songs and dance with you

Doesn't matter if it's 3pm or 3am, you will all be twirling in the living room

He has the cutest pet names for both of you

My love, my baby, my rose, my angel, basically any cute name but will always have the word "my" before it

He may be an introvert, but will be super extroverted with you two

Like he's not embarassed at all to do anything for you guys

If you are anxious to ask for something, he will ask for you and doesn't mind

In summary, when he falls in love, he falls hard and he will make sure that you two know it.

Kang Yeosang - The Moon

If San's the sun, Yeosang is definitely the moon, a hidden beauty that shines even in your darkest times

Very soft but will not admit it directly

Not that he doesn't want you two to know he loves you, but it's difficult for him sometimes

So he opts for subtle forms of affection

Very much a quality time and acts of service kind of lover

Would love to spend time with you and San, whether that be going out to an amusement park or staying at home and cuddling

He was the last to say "I love you" and it was so quiet

When he didn't hear a response, he was worried but he then he looked up at you two and saw the emotional wrecks y'all were becoming

Everytime he says I love you after that is still quiet and small and entangled in small kisses or whispers but those moments are so special

He makes sure that you've eaten but with aggression

"If you don't eat soon, I'm leaving practice and throwing snacks at your window"

He may not hug you in public, but you're linking pinkies for sure

In private though, very much will bury his head into your shoulder when he gives you a hug

Won't admit it but he does love the affection San gives

It takes everything in him not to turn around and kiss San whenever his arms wrap around him

Is so shy when you both give him compliments on his performances

But you and San are his biggest cheerleaders and will be the loudest fans whenever he does anything ever

Gets so embarassed when he hears your loud "That's my baby! Look at him go! Y'all could NEVER!" but also lowkey loves it

Feels so happy hearing both of you laugh at his jokes, your laughs are his favorite song and he wouldn't mind hearing it on repeat 24/7

Having Wooyoung as his friend certainly has made him more open to affection but he has never known a love quite like being with you and San

Not the confrontational type but he will give the biggest death glare to anyone that says anything negative about you or San

Is protective and refuses to let anyone hurt either of you if he can help it

In summary, he's very much the type to seem annoyed by your affection but secretely adores all of it and is so thankful for your persistence in showing him he matters.

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

Switches to their core

Usually, San is the brattiest sub and the softest dom

In either position, his goal is to make you both cum as many times as possible

Will give you oral for hours and not tire from it

Yeosang, on the other hand, is usually the most obedient sub and a hard dom most of the time (not always though)

His goal is to make both of you scream his name, and he wants everyone to hear it

Honestly, if they're both domming you, either one could be hard or soft with you but never both hard doms at the same time

They always want to make sure at least one of them is giving you praise at all times

Both of them have a marking kink

If San's leaving hickeys on your thigh, Yeosang's leaving them on your collarbone

And they certainly wouldn't mind you marking them

In fact, San will proudly wear your hickeys the next day

Edging San when he's subby is just as good as overstimulating Yeosang, and they both look the prettiest when they have tears in their eyes

Praise Yeosang when he's subby, will not accept degradation

However, San could be called anything degrading and he'd still be whining

Both of them have an exhibition kink and love the idea of almost getting caught

Yeosang very much likes manhandling and will show his strength to you and San

San would love to either be tied up or tie you up, like you better believe handcuffs/ribbons, blindfolds and shibari are on the table with this man

Aftercare is composed of clingy cuddles and kisses

Cleaning up is not at the forefront of their mind until after they wake up but there will be a lot of brushing through eachother's hair and soft cuddling and massaging any sore parts if they were particularly rough

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emeraldelysian · 1 year

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Moon Byulyi ✧ A Fine Taste

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Pairing: Moon Byulyi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: With the late and disheveled arrival of your date, you are easily unimpressed by his demeanor and language. However, his lack of presence allowed you to engage in a flirtation with a woman across the bar- leading to heavenly wonders in the bar bathroom.

Wordcount: 2.6K+

Warnings: Brian’s lowkey homophobic, all my homies hate Brian; Reader has F. Anatomy; Bathroom Sex; Eating Out; Fingering; Praise Kink; Exhibitionist; Cum Eating

Note: This is honestly one of the best things I’ve ever written; Moonbyul is so hot in this and I don’t know if y’all will survive.

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“Sorry I'm late,” he says.

As he briskly removes his jacket and shakes the rain from his hair, droplets fling onto the white tablecloth. A few land in the half-empty breadbasket, the contents of which are no longer steaming as they had been when the waiter first brought it to the table.

“I’m Brian,” he says, extending his hand to you.

You scoff, rolling your eyes at the gesture—a bit too proper for someone who couldn’t even be bothered to account for the weather in rush hour traffic. Not to mention that he was interrupting wherever the night had been headed with the beautiful stranger at the bar, the one you had been eye-fucking the whole time you’d been waiting for him.

You shake Brian’s outreached hand anyway, hoping he doesn’t mistake the flush in your cheeks and cold sweat on your palms as a side effect of his presence.

“Y/N,” you say. For one horrific moment when he hesitates, you suspect he might bring your fingers to his lips, oblivious to your annoyance. Much to your relief, he releases his grip and narrows his eyes at the open bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket between you both instead.

His brow arches. “Oh,” he says, frowning at the centerpiece, digging his wallet out of his pocket. “I see you’ve helped yourself. Not too expensive for a first date, I hope?”

It’s not just his words, but the screech of the chair and the stench of cheap cologne that makes you wrinkle your nose.

You don’t miss the way the brunette’s attention keeps drifting back to your table, her gaze flickering between you and your intruder.

You stifle a laugh. You weren’t invested in being set up with her mother’s colleague's son. But you do find it a little funny, now that he’s finally here, that he’s intruding on his own date.

Your admirer is clearly still interested, setting her sights now on your bare legs. Sucking in a breath, you steel yourself before crossing your knees. Your fingers twitch, but you fight the instinct to stop your skirt from rising to the side where the slit reveals your thigh.

“You’re in the clear,” You say, doing nothing to hide the sarcasm dripping from your tone. “It was a gift.”

His unkempt brows disappear behind his fringe. “Someone you know?”

Not yet.

“Nope,” you reply, folding your arms, pointer finger tapping against your bicep.

He waits for you to elaborate.

Cocking your head to the side, you opt for playing dumb instead.

“Well, I guess we owe our mysterious onlooker a thank you,” he remarks after a moment of uncomfortable silence.

“My,” You correct.

His lips press together in a tight line. “What?”

“You were nowhere to be found,” you remind him. “So she is my mysterious onlooker, no?”

His pupils dilate, jaw unclenching. “She?”

You stiffen and nod, loathing how much you can anticipate his next response.

“Well, I guess I have nothing to worry about then.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you counter, sighing at his baffled expression, “I’m not only into men.”

It takes a few seconds for your words to sink in and then, “Oh!” His face brightens, morphing into one of delight, as he glances around the restaurant, like a dog sniffing out his new favorite toy.

“Would you-”

“I need to use the ladies' room,” you snap, cutting off what was sure to be another request for a threesome from a straight man.

It’s not that you have anything against them- threesomes, or straight men in general. But you certainly won’t be entertaining anything with this one anytime soon, alone or with a partner.

Brian’s mouth opens and closes like a gaping fish washed up on the shore. You might have thought he was mildly handsome under different circumstances, but with the mere 5 minutes of his initial presentation, you were already tired of interacting with him.

You straighten your spine and walk tall away from your table. Your neck tingles as you pass the brunette woman, who is still nursing the same glass of whiskey, and her entourage. The sting of her eyes tracking your trajectory prickles every inch of your exposed skin.

You hasten into the bathroom and blow out a deep breath once inside. You blink at your reflection, fixing your appearance. Your palms linger, caressing and squeezing, imagining another pair of hands covering your own.

You could leave if you wanted. Just scrawl your number on a paper towel for your new crush and then sneak out the back. Then start a nice warm bath once back in your apartment, teasing yourself with your favorite vibrator. Dragging out your orgasm until you cum, fantasizing about those sunlit locks tangled through your fingers and soft rose kisses between your thighs.

Your mother would be livid for ditching Brian, making it all the more tempting.

With a sigh, you run the cold water into the sink, but just as you’re about to splash your flushed face, the door swings open, startling you. You glance up at the door through the mirror, the coffee-eyed beauty in holding eye contact with you as the door clicks shut behind her.

“Hello,” she says, calm and sweet with a soft hum of approval as her gaze lowers a fraction and your nipples harden beneath her stare.

Momentarily forgetting how to speak, your mouth snaps shut. The other woman’s lips curl into a soft grin, closing the distance to lean around you and turn off the faucet.

“I’m Moon Byulyi, but you can call me Moonbyul,” she says, resting her hip against the counter, tugging her brown locks to one side to expose her neck, and angling her body towards you in the process. Your breath hitches, as you imagine running your fingers down Moonbyul’s clavicle.

You swallow. “Hi,” you say. Moonbyul arches a brow with such precision that you’re convinced she must have practiced that look at least a dozen times before. You clear your throat before adding, “I’m Y/N.”

“Hi, Y/N,” she murmurs, as a lover might from between the sheets. “It’s nice to meet you.” She doesn’t reach out to take her hand. Instead, she seems to be waiting for your next move.

You wipe your palms on your dress, before wriggling them together. “You have a fine taste,” you murmur and immediately regret it. Moonbyul’s eyes light up, teeth sinking into her ruby-painted lip to stifle her laughter. “-in wine!” You finish quickly, blood rushing to your cheeks again.

There’s a startling contrast between how controlled you are when men fawn over you, to how quickly you are reduced to a pool of mush when you’re caught in the sights of a pretty lady. Moonbyul licks her lips and all at once, the only thing you can focus on is how her mouth looks as inviting and red and sweet as the wine poured into your glass, empty and abandoned at the table.

Along with your date.

There must be something in your expression that’s easy to read, because the next thing Moonbyul says is, “How long before you need to get back?”

You could tell her that you’re already planning an escape route, maybe even invite Moonbyul to come home with you. But the low huskiness of Moonbyul’s voice and the flash of danger in her eyes spark your curiosity past the point of no return. How far would you be willing to go here?

Your heart quickens, as you lift your chin and muster up the courage to say, “However long it takes.”

Moonbyul’s eyes widen a fraction, apparently taken aback by this sudden forwardness. You wonder if you’ve made an awful mistake.

You aren’t left wondering for long.

Time speeds up. One moment your feet are steady on the floor and the next your backside is pressed up against the sink while ridiculously soft fingers roam your torso, reaching upwards to trace your jaw, asking for permission. You release a shuddering breath and words escape you, before you’re frantically nodding into the kiss, hands skimming up Moonbyul’s silk blouse to knead her warm flesh.

You swallow Moonbyul’s moan as she moves to ruck up your navy dress. “Can I-”

“If you don’t, I will,” you admit.

Moonbyul beams at you and she melts into a puddle under your touch. “Up,” she commands and then adds, teasingly, “I want to see how fine my taste is.”

You bury your face in Moonbyul’s neck, sucking a mark onto her pulse point and nipping at her shoulder before obeying, hopping up onto the counter. A strangled gasp leaves your mouth when your bare skin hits the cool metal.

Moonbyul shushes you, a gentle, “I got you,” passing her lips, breath tickling her chin.

Your stomach swoops as Moonbyul glides between your legs. She tugs the dip of your dress down like she’s unwrapping a present and swirls her tongue around your nipple like it’s her favorite flavor of ice cream.

You hiss at the sudden scrape of her teeth. “Wait-”

Moonbyul stills, instantly pulling back to check you over. “What’s wrong?”

“The door-” you pant. “Is it locked?”

Moonbyul’s smile is predatory. “Maybe,” she hedges, “if you want it to be.” Her lips brush against your ear. “But isn’t it hotter, not knowing if that inconsiderate boyfriend of yours will come barreling through here only to find my tongue buried deep in your cunt?”

Your moan is feral and yeah, maybe you should explain that Brian is most definitely not your boyfriend, but you’re not going to ruin this moment.

Your eyes meet again, mouth tumbling after. Moonbyul’s determination rolls off of her in waves, searching every inch of your skin, latching onto whatever sensitive flesh will make you shudder and gasp. Moonbyul rolls one of your nipples between her forefinger and thumb, sucking the other into her mouth with kitten licks and nips.

“You’re not playing fair,” you mutter, as Moonbyul draws her lips away with a pop, rewarding you with a seductive smirk.

“I don’t like rules.” The confession rolls off her tongue like it’s the world’s dirtiest secret. “But I do like keeping track of the ones I break.”

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you groan while arching her back as Moonbyul slides your soaked lace panties down your legs and stuffs them into her purse.

“I’ll make up for it later,” she promises, the implication alone sending a thrill up your spine. Moonbyul sinks down to the floor. “Spread your legs for me, love.”

Your head drops back and hits the mirror at the words. The ghost of a kiss finds the inside of your knee.

“That’s it,” Moonbyul cues. Her praise does wonders to your body, sending a shiver straight to your clit. You briefly wonder if this is the work of some benevolent goddess, given that you were praying for this exact scenario not five minutes earlier.

You’ll worry about which religion to convert to later.

You look down just in time to catch Moonbyul in the act of sliding two fingers past her lips, sucking and coating them in spit. It’s probably not necessary, given that you’re practically vibrating with arousal, but Moonbyul makes a show of it and she’s such a pretty picture like this.

Hell, you’re not going to stop her.

Moonbyul’s smile is coy when she catches you ogling her like she knows all the filthy thoughts running through your mind.

“Relax,” she says between quick breaths as she presses in closer. You grip Moonbyul’s free hand. Moonbyul flips it over lacing your fingers together, causing your heart to halt and stutter against her. “We’re both going to enjoy this.”

Moonbyul’s nose brushes up against your clit, breathing you in and sending small puffs of air over your center. Then, she pauses, leaving you wanting for a moment. She waits right up until you begin to squirm until a soft please leaves your lips. And then, as if that’s what she was waiting for, one long finger slips inside you with ease, the familiar pressure causing your eyes to roll back.

It’s been too long since anyone has done this for you.

Moonbyul presses a chaste kiss to your clit before diving her tongue between your folds, humming and vibrating against you. You are up the wall with need, each new sensation igniting a white fire in your veins. She explores your cunt just like she explored the rest of you, thoroughly mapping your entire body with her mouth and tongue, and fingers.

Moonbyul drags this out until you are dripping and pleading for her to return her attention to that bundle of nerves, before sliding another finger inside, curling at the knuckles, and playing your pleasure spot like a piano key. She learns fast, discovering where to apply more pressure each time you let out the most embarrassing noises, and exactly how much it takes to make you sing. Your toes curl as Moonbyul finds that sweet spot again and again.

“Hush,” Moonbyul murmurs from above your clit, causing you to jerk against Moonbyul’s mouth. “You don’t want anyone bursting in here to check on us now, do you?” You involuntarily clench down on her fingers and you feel Moonbyul’s smirk sweep across your inner thigh. “Or perhaps you do, naughty girl.”

With those words echoing in your mind, your orgasm builds inside you. Every thrust of Moonbyul’s fingers and every twist of her tongue brings you closer to release.

You thread your fingers through Moonbyul’s hair as delicately you can manage, but when they tighten and tug in spite of your care, Moonbyul’s movements grow more eager. She rolls her tongue harder against your clit, crooking her knuckles deeper.

There’s a sharp knock on the door and you gasp; the jump sends you right over the edge. You tighten and snap, riding out your orgasm on Moonbyul’s face, biting your fist to muffle your screams. Your vision whites out and your legs shake. Moonbyul slows her pace, gently licking around your folds as you come down from your high.

The deep voices behind the door grow louder and more urgent. You nearly panic but Moonbyul takes care of it. She pulls away far enough to shout, “Just give us a minute, we’re dealing with some girly issues if you catch my drift.”

You might have laughed if she weren’t so exhausted.

Once the footsteps fade away, Moonbyul rests her head against your thigh, looking through her lashes. “You good?” she asks softly.

You nod and smile back at her, standing to help Moonbyul fix her suit. You think about asking for your panties back but decide it would be better to save it as an excuse to see Moonbyul again.

You hop down and reach for Moonbyul’s hand, stilling yourself. “Will I be able to return the favor?”

Moonbyul cocks her head, licking the taste of you from the seam of her lips. You try not to, but you can’t help the shiver that travels up your spine at the sight.

“Is that your way of asking for my number?” Moonbyul asks, coy.

Hesitating only a moment, you reply, “Actually I was asking if you’d like to come home with me.”

Moonbyul's smooth brow creases, eyes widening. “That’s rather bold of you.”

You bite your cheek to keep from snorting. “Not nearly as bold as fucking another person’s date on a public bathroom counter.”

“That’s fair.” She hums. “You’re going to break that poor boy’s heart, you know.”

Your nose wrinkles. “Doubtful, we’d only just met.”

“So did we,” Moonbyul counters.

You lean forward, lacing your fingers with hers. “And do I have the power to break your heart, Byulie?”

Moonbyul catches her grin between her teeth.

“I think I’d like to find out, love.”

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emeraldelysian · 1 year

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Hey lovely, I saw your post regarding reblogs/feedback and I wanted to come here to say that your work is truly is amazing.

I went in a small spam of your ateez work and I will def reblog them on my rec acc

I understand that feedbacks bring motive to continue on your work and at time people forget, so just know that your post are so good 💖💖

I am an OC writer for TXT and I hope we can become moots (I am sof btw ><)

Helloo love!

Oh my goodness, you're going to make me cry. This genuinely made my whole week honestly, thank you so much!

First of all, can I just say the aesthetic of your blog is so pretty? Like I can tell you put hard work into it and it's absolutely gorgeous?? Even the theme of your rec blog is so pretty, I absolutely love and appreciate the time and effort you put in!!

Oh my gosh, yes, I literally woke up to so many of my posts reblogged and I was like ??? am i dreaming??? what is happening??? Gosh thank you for taking the time to read them and reblog and add tags, you have no idea how much joy that brought me.

We definitely do not have enough OC writers for K-pop groups on this platform, so it's really nice to see one. Again the amount of time and detail you put in?? Crazy, I'm so impressed genuinely. I would absolutely love love love to be your moot! I'm going to go through a lot more of your content today and leave feedback on my other account!

It's genuinely so lovely to meet you! Never hesitate to send me an ask or a message whenever you'd like to talk. I hope you're able to eat whenever you can today, stay hydrated, and take care of yourself!

#the way this ask made me whole day #in tears at how nice this was #txt-yaomi ✧#emerald asks ✧

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emeraldelysian · 1 year

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❤️🦀❤️🦀❤️🦀❤️🦀❤️🦀❤️🦀❤️🦀❤️Happy Holidays 🎄

My goal these holidays is to get a record for most crabs. I probably won't, but I shall try. Will update you with my final crab count, I promise!

But thank you so much for always sending these, my goodness. The motivation I get from these all the time. There are certainly a few drafts I have to completely and I believe one ask in my inbox so I'm definitely going to try to knock out as many as possible before the semester starts! ♡︎♡︎

Also, I hope you were able to spend the holidays well! I know there can always be some stress over the holiday and a lot of things going on, so please make sure to take time to yourself or at least spend time with family that will provide you with love and care these holidays. Please make sure to eat when you can, stay hydrated and please take care of yourself!

#🦀 anon #emerald asks ✧

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emeraldelysian · 1 year

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Hey,

Merry Christmas. Hope you are spending Christmas with the people you love and care about.

This is the Mamamoo anon. I`m ok. I'm spending Christmas with my family which is good.

As regards to the bias question, Hwasa and Moonbyul are very good biases for a gay awakening as I had 1 myself. Solar is my bias because I love the duality she has with being a strict, stern leader and then a funny, soft dork and Wheein I agree with you that she is so cute, soft and underappreciated.

As for their favourite looks, I don`t really have 1 for Solar as I think she rocks whatever but for Wheein my favourite look on her is when she had the blue hair as that was when I noticed her and Mamamoo in general but my favourite look on Hwasa was the one in her Maria song.

But for the entire group, I liked the suit look they had during a concert.

Sorry for the long reply but conversation is good.

But any of the girls are brilliant and I kind have a bias for all of them if I'm being honest.

But regardless hope your Christmas goes well and u spend time with those u care and hopefully get some nice presents.

Sending lots of love.

Hello lovely!!

I'm so sorry for responding to this way a few days Christmas but I really hope you spent the holidays well! Hopefully, you were able to relax, and that your time with family was spent well ♡︎♡︎

Solar's duality is definitely so so lovable. She's an amazing leader and she fits basically every concept that she's done somehow. Also Wheen soft agenda >>

Oh my goodness, Wheein blue hair is such a classic. That's the color I wanted to die my own hair at some point, or just a shade darker maybe. She looked so beautiful in it and it's so nice to hear that was the era you started liking Mamamoo!

Ahhh Hwasa's "Maria" is such a beautiful song and I know the hairstyle you're talking about! That's such a great pick truly. She really rocks long hair looks and short hair looks so well. (To be fair, they all really do somehow, I'm always in shock at their fashion)

Mamamoo wearing suits!! Ugh, they always look so beautiful in them somehow, oh my goodness. Literally, no one owns the suit game quite like them. Having a bias on all of them is so valid, and me too honestly. They are all so talented and I always look forward to their content, both as a group and as solo artists. It does make me a little sad that Wheein will be leaving the group soon but I know it's probably for the best and that she'll be able to flourish more as a performer.

Thank you so much, the holidays have been really nice! It's nice to have a break and destress for a little bit. Please make sure to eat when you can, stay hydrated, and please stay safe!

(Also if you'd like to be a particular emoji anon, please let me know! That way I can tag you and you won't miss a response ♡︎)

#emerald asks ✧

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emeraldelysian · 1 year

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Hi lovelys!! I wanted to give a small reminder to please reblog posts that you like and add tags, even if you don't have time to leave a complete comment or anything.

This especially goes for fics on here!

Normally I wouldn't make this kind of post at all, but considering one of my recent posts was standing at 50 notes, with no reblogs except my own self-reblog, I was a bit disheartened. Likes don't spread our work. And while it's so nice to know you enjoy reading what we write by sending a "like", all that does is save the post for you. It doesn't benefit the person creating the post in any way.

I think I speak for many writers on here when I say that we write because we enjoy doing so. There's no pay for it, there's no incentive; we do it because we enjoy writing and want to provide content for people to read.

A lot of what motivates me is the feedback I get, whether through tags or comments. That helps me know people are enjoying my work and maybe wanting more from me as a writer. But if I don't receive that, I won't want to write as much anymore.

So please, if you read this and enjoy a fic writer's work, I would love to hear feedback! Send a comment, reblog with tags, and even send an anonymous ask telling me how you feel if you don't feel comfortable doing so directly. And if you can't do that, please just reblog with at least the tags of who the fic is about or what group it's for, even if it's 1-2 tags. Without engagement, writing on here isn't worth it and it's hard to stay motivated.

And of course, I am grateful for those of you that interact and let me know how you feel about my writing. It means the world to me. Much of the reason why I'm still writing on this platform is because of you. I will always appreciate you taking the time to read my work and letting me know what you think! ♡︎♡︎

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Kim Seungmin ✧ Night Train

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Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader

Genre: Smut, One Night Stand

Synopsis: With reluctance, you prepared yourself for the long commute home from work, wanting nothing more than to listen to music on the train before climbing into bed as soon as you get home. However, a handsome stranger makes you rethink your plans for the night.

Wordcount: 2.1K+

Warnings: One-Night-Stand; Reader has f.anatomy; Oral (F.Receiving); Fingering (F.Receiving); let me know if I missed anything!

♡︎ follow, provide feedback, or reblog if you enjoyed but please don't repost or translate!♡︎

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It was with some reluctance that you made your way down the steps to the subway that night. The mere idea of the long commute home was always excruciating so late at night, but especially so at the end of what turned out to have been a very long week. All you could think of was tearing off your clothes, wrapping up in your sheets, and cozying up with your laptop. Living life to the finest degree, you’d say.

Standing on the platform, you fumbled with your headphone cords as you waited for the train to arrive. All was quiet, save for that subtle and distant echoes throughout the vast subway tunnel.

When the train finally made its approach, you didn’t hear anything through the melody playing directly into your eardrums. Headphones are the most important piece of the modern-day commuter’s uniform, after all; no self-respecting person would dare endure public transport without being able to properly block out the people around them.

The doors opened, and invited you on board. You stepped into an empty car. Despite the overwhelming selection of empty seats, you sat down in the seat right next to the door. You had a clear view of the next car in front of you, and as you peered through the window, you imagined stories for the few people occupying the space.

A tired young woman with frazzled hair and exhausted features fought through a yawn. She was almost definitely contemplating the execution of a murder-suicide deal with her two obnoxious kids spinning around the metal pole in front of her.

An older gentleman frowned through the white scruff salt-and-peppering his cheeks as he peered down, pretending to read the newspaper in his hands. As he adjusted his furry hat, he may have wondered how his ex-wife was doing and why his daughter never calls anymore.

A dark-haired man in a black dress coat was playing intently with the phone between his legs. The messages on the screen painted a perpetual smirk on his face. Dressed like that, he was probably on his way to a snazzy date with a pretty girl.

The subway operator’s voice sang out a series of names and directives as the train approached each station. One-by-one, the passengers in the other car stood obediently to the sound of her siren song and disembarked from the train.

Your eyes wandered out to the platform and watched them trudge grudgingly towards the inevitable winter cold awaiting them at the surface. The doors whooshed shut, and they disappeared forever.

Looking back, you noticed the dark-haired man was still at his perch directly opposite you. He too was staring out at the passing darkness, absent-mindedly twirling his phone around with one hand between his legs. You discreetly traced the edge of his jawline with your eyes. He must have felt your gaze for as you reached his temples, he turned back to face in your direction. His intense, dark eyes found yours for a moment before you were able to look elsewhere, pretending to have been in the process of scanning your entire field of view.

You felt yourself blush all the same for being spotted. He ran his free hand through his hair, and tugged at his scarf while looking down at his phone that did not require any actual attention. Though his head was down, you didn’t doubt that he was grinning.

As the next station materialized from beyond the obscurity of the tunnel, he stood up. You felt an odd sense of disappointment realizing that this would be the end of the line for their non-encounter.

You looked down at your phone, scrolling through the infinite playlist of songs you had heard too many times before. You assumed that the doors had closed because you felt the lurch of the train’s inertia shift beneath you once more. When you looked up, you realized that he was now standing in front of you. There was a soft determination growing behind his eyes.

‘Why isn’t he saying anything?’ you wondered, ‘Why don’t I say something?’

Inexplicably speechless, you cautiously tugged the headphones from your ears. It was always stifling underground, but there was an unfamiliar heat beginning to burn from somewhere deep inside you.

He advanced towards you until the space separating you was minimal. He removed his glove and caressed your cheek. The tips of his fingers were cool, but a certain warmth swelled from his palm as it connected with your skin. You felt yourself yield to his advance, and brought your own hand up to meet his and affirm your consent.

Reaching up towards his neck, you traced your hand along the length of his grey scarf. A sudden wave of conviction had washed over you as you tightened your grip around it and pulled yourself upright to meet him.

You breathed in an aroma reminiscent of Italian Renaissance art and timelessly questionable decisions, and lingered in that moment before slowly moving your lips towards his. You felt his smirk of satisfaction give way to the cool tingle of an anticipation mint.

With your left hand still anchored on his scarf, the other wrapped around the back of his head. You were so high in that moment, his arms reassured your safety as he wrapped them around your waist.

He ran his fingers under your hat and through your hair. As you resigned your head to his embrace, he gave the base of your skull a gentle, yet deliberate squeeze. Your right hand moved from cradling his head to the back of his neck along the curvature of his strong spine. For a better grip, your left hand freed the scarf and swept up to clasp his strong jawline.

Though it may have simply been the shift of the train at the next station, you felt his whole body nod in agreement to the route your hands were taking.

As if you needed a moment to breathe, you pulled away and took a step back. You were, however, far from finished with him and encouraged him to follow your lead. Leaning your back against the wall behind you, he leaned his body into yours. Braced by his frame and anchored by the wall, you could simultaneously feel the surge of his arousal in front of you, and the vibrations of the train chugging along on the tracks pressing into your back.

He did a sweep of your face and neck again with his hand before sliding it down the front of your coat. His breath deepened with the pop of every button. Your coat opened to invite his free hand to slip behind your neck, and down over your chest to cup the underside of your breast. He then slipped into the curve of your waist and eventually down to your hip.

He slipped his cool fingertips under the edge of your cardigan and grazed the skin on your lower back. Your sharp inhalation of a gasp betrayed your approval. He pulled your back in towards him, and your hips rolled and flowed into each other like two waves meeting at sea.

His hand then moved unflinchingly down between them until it found the space between your legs, where he traced the seam of your leggings up towards your inner thigh. Once he reached the crook of your groin, he passed his hand gently over your cunt. The warmth from his palm encouraged a tingling sensation on your nub.

He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, and you felt the energy building in your clit surge along your lips towards your cunt and back again.

Your eyes closed, and your head rolled back to push against the wall behind you as he slid his hand up to find your waistband and back down again under your panties. He allowed his touch to linger with appreciation before moving gingerly towards the final destination.

He pressed his nose a little deeper into your exposed neck and breathed in your racing pulse. He dipped his fingers into the puddle, and backtracked slightly to acknowledge the pleasure button pleading for attention. He moved back and forth over the hood a few times, until his fingers danced around the area. You felt yourself swell and harden beneath his fingerprints.

Again, the train heaved to a halt. Still, no one interrupted their public display of gratification.

Mirroring the sigh of the doors sliding shut, you let out a subtle moan and felt your hips gyrate encouragement to his rhythm. Echoing the beginning of the encounter, you reached your hand down to meet his in order to guide him to your sweet spot.

“Why don’t you take a seat?” he asked softly, his voice was laced with a familiarity you couldn’t quite distinguish.

You reversed slowly, trusting that the bench would catch you. He kneeled down in front of you, and placed his strong hands on your waist once more. In one fluid movement, you lifted yourself as he coaxed your leggings along with your underwear down towards your ankles.

You lifted your feet up to the invisible stirrups on either side of your hips, spread your knees wide to reveal yourself to him, and brought your middle finger down between your legs to take over what he had started.

He took a moment to admire your technique before acknowledging the invitation being extended by your coy smile. You clasped your hand behind his head and guided his mouth towards your finger. He kissed the crease of your groin, tracing your hairline up and down on both sides. Lingering for a moment, he breathed his anticipation towards the centre of your loins. You brought your other hand up to grab gently at his hair as the flat of his tongue embraced your clit.

His tongue massaged your clit in a consistent circular motion while he simultaneously began to tease the outer edges your cunt with the pad of his thumb.

Another stop comes and goes.

You couldn’t see anything through your makeshift blindfold, eyelids bound shut in ecstasy. You immersed yourself completely in the moment, forgetting that the source of your pleasure was in fact coming from another person.

There was a sudden shift in how the intensity was manifesting inside you. That mysterious understanding that distinguishes appreciation of pleasure and anticipation of something more.

It was subtle at first, as it always is. The heat trickling out from between your legs began to surpass that which was being produced by his mouth. You felt a spasm in your hip muscles and pressed into it. As this tension continued to grow, an imaginary wind passed over your shoulders and caused a shiver to swell, which moved leisurely down to the small of your back.

You fought the urge to tuck your tailbone under and pushed further into your hips, pressing deeper into his face. He didn’t falter, using his free hand to support you.

Your breath grew deep and concentrated. After a moment of silence, the force of release washed over you, your hips collapsing into his hand. You brush your fingers through his hair, pulling it.

“Slow down just a little,” you gasped. He followed your direction and allowed you to relish in the feeling. You let out shaky breaths as you felt the build and subsequent release of every mini pulsation that followed.

He took a moment to admire you in your post-orgasmic bliss when the train conductor interrupted with the announcement of the next station. He looked up in realization. When he looked back at you, still no words needed to be exchanged. You understood that the next stop was his.

The delusion of fantasy had slipped away, much to your disliking. As you pulled your leggings back into place, however, the gears turn in his head before he pulled out a small notebook and a pen. He jotted something down just as the train pulled up to its block. He ripped the sheet out, handing it to you, and caressed your cheek once more.

“Have a good night,” he said over his shoulder at you as he debarked onto the platform.

He didn’t look back as the doors closed. You watched him pull out his phone and mount the stairs as you were swallowed up by the darkness. You let the empty train car rock you back and forth as it carried you further along on its snaking path, like shaking everything on an Etch-A-Sketch screen into oblivion.

You look down at the paper, seeing the digits of a phone number quickly scribbled out.

With one hand on your forehead in disbelief and a dumbfounded smile on your face, you listened as the train operator declared the name of a station you did not recognize.

“Please take note that this is the terminal station,” said the train conductor. “All passengers must now get off.”

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emeraldelysian · 1 year

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Hey how are u?

If u are doing requests as it’s December, could I request how Mamamoo would spend Christmas Day with their partners.

If u don’t mind me asking, do u have a bias in Mamamoo, I’m torn between Solar and Wheein myself.

Helloo love~

I'm doing well, thank you! How are you? Hopefully, you're spending your December well. Please make sure to take care of yourself and stay hydrated!

Oh my goodness, this is such a cute request. As I was writing it, I was crying out how soft it was and how single I am. It's such a great request. I tried to incorporate both Christmas and just overall snowy/winter wonderland elements!

Mamamoo ✧ Christmas With Their S/O

Ahhh okay, this is like the one group that, despite having been a fan for like 6-7 years now, I have not managed to properly pick a bias. It used to jump back and forth a lot between Hwasa and Moonbyul (I was having a gay awakening, can you blame me) but, lately I've been leaning more towards Wheein? I really love her personality and singing, and oh my god her dancing is so UNDERRATED. I think what did it for me is going back and seeing her short brown hair and short blonde hair eras, like-

She makes me wanna cry because she's so pretty oh my god, oh my god. But genuinely all of the members are so amazing and talented, so very OT4 when I look at my overall journey with them.

What about you, Anon? Did Solar and Wheein strike you because of the vocals, or was there anything in particular that caught your eye? 👀 Also what are you favorite Wheein and Solar looks, I have to knowww

#mamamoo #emerald asks ✧

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Mamamoo ✧ Christmas With Their S/O

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Requested By: Anonymous

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: How the Mamamoo members would spend Christmas Day with their S/O

Wordcount: 800+

Warnings: Mention of food/hot chocolate in Solar's and Hwasa's, but overall just very fluffy content!

Note: Ugh this was so so soft, I'm gonna cry

♡︎ follow, provide feedback, or reblog if you enjoyed but please don't repost or translate!♡︎

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.·:*¨༺ Kim Yongsun ༻¨*:·

The Christmas tree was covered in fairy lights in the corner of the room, softly illuminating the room as you watched the movie. There was a light snowfall outside, the blue and white imagery perfectly contrasting the golden glow of the fireplace.

You cuddled into Solar further. Somehow, despite all of the blankets, you weren't uncomfortable by the warmth. Instead, you wanted to be engulfed by it. So as you felt Solar wrap her arm tighter around you as you snuggled in, you looked up at her.

She was so engrossed by the movie in front of her that she didn't realize your gaze locked onto her. In her efforts to see your smile at the scene though, she glanced down at you and caught your stare. She cocked her head in confusion, wondering why you were looking at her and not the movie.

Her adorable look made you smile before you moved up to kiss her. She melted into your touch right away, kissing you back softly. You could faintly taste the chocolate from the hot cocoa that you both had made earlier on in the day.

"I love you more than words could ever explain."

.·:*¨༺ Moon Byulyi ༻¨*:·

Her lips were cold as she pressed them against yours, affected by the extended period of time you two had been outside that morning. You didn't mind though, as the coldness of her lips were enough of an exchange for the hours of building snowmen, making snow angels and just leaving your footprints all over the snow.

Despite how cold you felt though, you could probably spend so many more hours like this with her, having childish fun in the snow as if it was the first time you had seen a winter wonderland. So as she pulled away from your kiss, you pouted at the loss of touch. She giggled at your whines before leaning her forehead against yours.

She rubbed her cold nose against yours, a small gesture of her affection to you. You close your eyes as you felt her cold breath on yours, taking in the moment as if you'd lose it any moment now. You heard her whisper a small "Merry Christmas" which had you falling even deeper. It was only when you felt the cold feeling of snow going down your jacket, and your girlfriend pulling away that you opened your eyes to see her laughing and trying to move away. You gasped at her move dramatically.

"Moon Byulyi, I'll get you back for that!"

.·:*¨༺ Jung Wheein ༻¨*:·

You and Wheein stood at the bus station as the snow came down harder. It wasn't enough for there to be dangerous conditions, but she wanted to make sure you both got home safely before it did get worse. As you stood there though, she realized that you had forgotten to bring your gloves this morning. She tsked at your forgetfulness, shaking her head at how forgetful you were, before grabbing your hands and placing them in hers.

Her gloved hands wrapped around yours as you shivered. Yes, admittedly, you two being outside was definitely your own fault. But in your defense, you really wanted to see all the Christmas decorations for the holidays and thought you'd be back in before the snowfall began.

Wheein realized that she wasn't giving you as much warmth as she would liked, as your hands were still a bit red. She takes off her left-hand glove and puts it on you, before taking your right hand in hers and putting it in her pocket. You can feel her intertwine her fingers with yours as she looked around for the bus. You smiled at her silent act of affection, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"I'm sorry for forgetting the gloves, but thank you for taking care of me, my love."

.·:*¨༺ Ahn Hyejin ༻¨*:

You could probably smell the scent of ginger and cinnamon in every corner of the house as you two baked gingerbread cookies. Well, more like Hwasa baking gingerbread cookies while you made hot chocolate and somehow kept sabotaging her beautifully shaped gingerbread men.

She always adored baking, and you always adored watching her. But your own skills when it came to baking were nothing compared to what she could do, as your gingerbread shaping somehow managed to look more like a tree than a man. She laughed at how you presented them as the true meaning of Christmas, and how, while it may not look at all like a Christmas tree, we shouldn't be against any kind of trees wanting to be Christmas trees.

As you wait for your gingerbread men (and trees) to bake in the oven, you give her a cup of hot chocolate before getting your own. You both sit beside the window, chatting as the snow falls outside. Somehow though, in your reminiscing, you both forgot to turn on a timer for the cookies. It wasn't until you smelled burning that you both rushed over to the oven, carefully taking out the now-burnt cookies. You both couldn't help but laugh at the situation though.

"At least now you can't tell which are men and which are trees. They could be gingerbread birds for all we know!"

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