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doyouknowbtsswag · 11 months

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A Flash Of Time |Jung Jae Chan|

A (H/C) girl smiled shopping for new clothes. She grabbed two outfits and started to walk to the cash register. Before she could make it to the register blood seeped through her shirt.

"No!" Hong-Joo yelled sitting up on the bed a tear going down her cheek.

Hong-Joo caught her breath and grabbed her post it writing down what she remembered from her dream. She ran her fingers through her hair as she got out of bed. She placed the sticky note on her window next to the many others.

"I feel like I've seen her before" She mumbled before making her way to the bathroom.

———

Jae Chan dropped two bags and ran to a (H/C) girl seeing her falling with blood coming out of her stomach. A person turned his head as Jae Chan passed him pushing the man away out of the way. He was crying putting pressure on the wound and yelling for people to call 911.

Woo-tak woke up looking around remembering he was on patrol with his partner.

"Let me drive" Woo-tak demanded as he took off his seat belt his partner looked over confused and pulled over.

"Don't take your seat belt off that quick"

Woo-tak ignored him as he got out of the car and walked to the driver's side. He waited till his partner got out anxiously looking at his watch. He caught a glimpse at the time and date thanks to the wall in the background. He saw what the place looked like which he concluded to be the clothes store in the mall. Once he got in the driver's seat he looked at his watch at 12:07. The clock read 12:29 in his dream and the mall was 15 minutes from where they were. Woo-tak turned the sirens on and sped to the mall.

———

I smiled laying on my bed texting Jae Chan about what time we would meet at the mall. We both decided after dating for a year and a half to move in together. I was moving into his house which meant I would also be sharing a house with his brother who is not aware of this. That's the point of this shopping trip in a way. I wanted to get him a small present in hopes he'd be fine with me moving in. I got up and got dressed leaving my phone on the bed. I decided on a baby pink shirt with black pants. I brushed my hair and added mascara and lip gloss as I didn't feel like fully doing my face. I grabbed my phone, purse, and keys and walked to the door. I slid my sneakers on and made my way to the bus stop. I went on the bus and I saw Jae Chan looking out the window saving a seat for me. I made my way to him and sat down. He looked over and smiled.

"I'm glad you're finally off work so we can go on a date," I said as he smiled.

"I just finished a big case so they gave me a day off"

"You deserve more than a day with all the work you've been doing recently"

"It just comes with the job" He smiled before holding my hand.

"Well I'll always be by your side even if everyone hates you," I said.

"How can anyone hate this face," He said letting go of my hand and putting his hand on the side of his face.

"You'd be surprised mister," I said hitting the red button indicating to stop the bus. "Come on"

"What's that supposed to mean," He said but I just smiled and walked off the bus.

"Mm, nothing," I said smiling as he grabbed my hand. We walked inside the mall and I saw a clothing store I've been meaning to go to. I decided to wait not wanting to drag Jae Chan into the store wanting to surprise him. We kept walking till he stopped.

"Do you mind if I go to another store real quick?" He asked.

"Sure" I smiled. "I'll go to the clothing store"

"Alright, I'll meet you here in about ten or fifteen minutes"

"Sounds good" I smiled.

"I promise I'll be quick," He said kissing me softly.

"Take your time" I smiled.

"I Love you"

"I Love you too"

He kissed me on the cheek again and walked away. I walked inside the store looking around for something worth to wear. I was getting tired of wearing the same clothes on date nights and wanted to impress Jae Chan with new outfits. I smiled at the memories of past dates making me 10x more excited to buy a few new outfits.

Jae Chan walked to the store holding two small bags. He was going to propose soon so he was over the moon when shopping for stuff he needed for his idea. He thought of what to get Seung-won as you keep insisting to get something for his little brother. He walked back to where you two originally left off.

I grabbed two outfits and started to walk to the cash register. I made eye contact with Jae Chan and smiled before I could make it to the register I felt something go through my side. I looked down and saw blood on my baby pink shirt. Jae Chan dropped his bags and ran to me seeing me falling with blood coming out of my stomach. He was crying putting pressure on the wound and yelling for people to call 911.

"It'll be alright" He whispered. "I'll keep you safe"

I looked at him barely able to think. I looked up seeing Jae Chan panicking. I did my best to stay awake holding onto his white shirt accidentally getting blood on it. He kept whispering I love you's and stay awake for me. I made eye contact with him seeing tears fall down his face. The face that deserves a smile, not sorrow. The world started to go black as I lost consciousness.

Woo-Tak ran into the store and froze. He was too late to stop the accident however not the person. Woo-Tak looked around trying to find the face that appeared in his dream. He spotted the man from the corner of his eye and ran after him. The man started running trying to get away from Woo-Tak but he was too slow as he was pushed to the ground.

"I'm Lieutenant Han Woo-Tak from Sangku Division. You are under arrest for attempted murder. You have a right to an attorney and the right to stay silent" Woo-Tak said as he handcuffed the guy who was trying to slip from his grasp.

Woo-Tak called for an ambulance even though others did the same. Kyung Han came running to where Woo-Tak was bewildered by seeing Woo-Tak suddenly arresting someone.

"Ya! You can't keep running off when trying to get someone alone" He said.

"Duty calls" Woo-Tak simply said. "Charged with attempted murder"

"What?"

"He stabbed a young girl in the clothing store," He said looking back. "Can you take him for me? Thanks"

Woo-Tak booked it back to the clothing store shooing everyone away to give space to you two. Jae Chan was a crying mess and Woo-Tak felt awful for not being there on time to help. He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder which made no effect on Jae Chan.

"It's gonna be okay, she's going to make it I promise," Woo-Tak said trying to help him.

He watched as the paramedics moved Jae Chan to the side so they could reach you. Once you were moved onto the stretcher they wasted no time in taking you to the ambulance. Jae Chan raced behind them wanting to be with you. Woo-Tak walked worriedly, he didn't meet you much. All he knew was you and Jae Chan were dating. On his way back to the cop car he picked up what he assumed the bag was Jae Chan's. He continued his way back to the cop car seeing that he was finally in the back. Kang Han whipped his forehead looking at Woo-Tak.

"You owe me now"

"I know" Woo-Tak gave a fake half-smile. "I'll drive to the station and do the paperwork"

Kang Han nodded getting into the car. In the mirror, you could see the man glaring back at him. The only thought that went through his head is why he chose to attempt to kill you. He hoped you'd make it for Jae Chan. Woo-Tak frowned and made his way back to the station letting them know in advance.

———

Jae Chan ran with the paramedics and was allowed in the ambulance. They pushed him to the side as they made sure you were still breathing. He stopped himself from crying even though he wanted to do more. Panic set inside him his eyes darting at every moment the paramedics did. He watched them apply pressure where the wound was and how they made sure the oxygen mask stayed on. Once they made it they rolled the stretcher out and he jumped after. He followed them for as long as they allowed him as he broke down in the middle of the hallway. A nurse had to escort him to a chair and let him know she would tell him how she was doing. He stared blankly at the wall blaming himself.

If only he didn't take you to the mall. If only he went with you to protect you like he promised when you first started dating. He waited hours not leaving the seat he was on. His conversation with his friends and brother were dry. The only thing he looked forward to was waiting for the nurse to tell him the news. Hong-Joo would normally ask several questions to cover the news and get the scoop but she didn't. Even if she tried he wouldn't answer. He thanked Woo-Tak for catching the person who tried to kill you. Oh, would he do his best to convince them to take his case during prosecution.

"Mr. Jung?" The same nurse called his name as he swiftly got up ready to bomber this nurse with questions. "Fortunately he didn't puncture any important organs. Even though she did lose a lot of blood we are going to monitor her for a while. Follow me"

He didn't ask any questions like he originally wanted to. All he wanted to do was see you and make sure you were fully okay. He wanted to be by your side when you woke up. Once they made it to the room his heart broke seeing you hooked to a monitor that caught every beat you made. He gently sat down and held your hand.

"I'm sorry" He whispered tears falling down his face.

"Here," Woo-Tak said gently holding the small box.

"Thank you" He whispered stuffing it in his pocket and paying attention back to you. Woo-Tak patted Jae-Chan's back and left. Jae-Chan stayed by your side till they kicked him out because of visiting hours. He frowned and walked home on his way he got a phone call. He picked it up noticing it was from his work.

"What?" He said bluntly not in the mood.

"We have a case for you," Mr. Choi said

"Listen I don't-"

"It's about what happened at the mall"

"What?"

"It's your case except"

"I'm handling that?" He said his voice piping up a bit.

"Mhm except the person already has a lawyer"

"Who?" Jae Chan said.

"Mr. Lee"

His eyes opened wide and he stopped in his tracks whatever slight happiness flew away.

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silantryoo · 7 months

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EUPHORIA ; ahn yujin

earth arcade! ahn yujin x actress! reader

SYNOPSIS ; you never thought that being in a variety show would come with your job as an actress, but here you were, chasing some stupid rabbit next to the prettiest girl you've ever met.

TAGS ; reader is an actress, yujin is SEVERELY down bad, earth arcade!!!, mutual pining, mentions of soulmates, wlw, fluff, slow burn, crack, smau

WARNINGS ; strong language, fluff, light angst, mentions of overworking, general chaotic behavior from everyone, more to be added

FEATURING ; ive, iz*one, kim jisoo (blackpink), bae suzy (actress), choi hyunwook (actor), lee youngji (rapper), kim mihyun (mimi from oh my girl!), lee eunji (comedian), na youngseok (producer), and mentions of various other idols, actors and actresses.

STATUS ; IN THE MAKING...

UPDATE TIMES ; ???

PLAYLIST!!

PROFILES. rodent exterminators. 3 actors and an idol. ive (coworkers only). nekkoya.

CHAPTERS.

01. KIM MINJU FOLLOWS YOU

more to come....

taglist (CLOSED)!

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iznsfw · 10 months

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Like a Feather From a Swan’s Broken Wing

LE SSERAFIM's Nakamura Kazuha x Male Reader Smut

7,468 words

Categories | agent!You, ballerina!Kazuha, cunnilingus, daddy kink, spanking, fingering, slight bondage

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This is a commission in which I was given the task to write literally anything I wanted (thank you!)

“The art of pleasing is the art of deception.”

— Luc de Clapiers

The gun’s in a steady direction, only looking forward. It’s aimed at the dark, at wherever the partners of the man you’ve been hunting for months might hide. On the darker side, you wish that if there would be anyone coming out, it would be the man himself so you'd be able to shoot him. He's the source of more headaches than you could count and the one who keeps you up late at night, and never for a good reason.

It's the selfish part of you speaking. You shouldn't let that interfere with the operation.

You're in uniform, wrapped head to toe in camouflage green. It feels heavy on your skin, but that doesn't stop your determination. You'll carry the weight of your uniform before you carry the burden that is him, who prolongs the operation, leaves your coffee powder short, and keeps the nation in distress.

Today, you'll catch him, once and for all.

Look around briefly. The night covers you completely, and hopefully doesn't cover the enemy, too. You only take a flashed look; quickness is a skill you once were unlearned in but developed later into the senior years of your profession.

Physical strength is another—the door meets the ground with a harsh thud after you kick it down. Training isn't easy by any means, but it's worth it. Hopefully this mission is the same as well.

Teamwork is a skill you learned, too, for like a flock of crows, you and the squad enter the warehouse. Altogether, they're shouting. They call for the victim (add an "s" for plural form, if necessary), telling her she's okay. Everything's going to be alright, they say, no need to worry.

However, they promise a much bloodier end for the kidnapper, who's probably lurking in the shadows.

"Come out now!" Yunjin shouts. She's frightening when she's angry; her brows are downturned and her fierce eyes are locked onto any movement. Hands on her gun, she's always prepared. "We're not going to ask again!"

"Scan the whole place," Sakura, your leader and chief, commands the rest of your team. The hate for the man glistens in her eyes; for her fierce predator looks, the team often dubs her as the cat of your group. "Don't leave one stone unturned."

The cramped warehouse is emptied out by the sounds of boots on the stairs. You take over the mission half and half: you, Sakura, and Yunjin on the first floor and Chaewon, Wonyoung, and Minju on the second.

Your half of the team knocks over the boxes. They spill out packing peanuts and hints of drugs packed in Ziploc bags. Doors fly open and welcome you into empty darkness. Above you, you hear the newer ones in the squad yelling. It's an amateur habit, but maybe it would work. Maybe it would finally draw the criminals out to justice, and all of this would be over.

But, of course, when they run down the stairs with faces devoid of any recognition and your face mirroring theirs with disappointment, it's clear that this whole thing is far from its end.

In fact, you're only at the beginning of a long, uncertain road.

Thread twisted around pins lead to everywhere but the answer. You've been staring at the billboard for too long, trying to piece together the olden newspaper scraps and sticky notes, but there's nothing. Any signs of an answer bring you to nothing. Each path, strung by thread and yarn of colors signifying this and that, draws to a dead end.

If you don't work harder with your team, Bae Suzy would be dead, too.

So why haven't you caught the abductor yet?

You and your team sit at the rounded table. They look solemn, and perhaps a little irritated. You can't blame them—the mission you thought would be the last became another one to the list of failed rescue operations.

They're getting tired of this, and if it were any other case, they'd let go of it. But this is Bae Suzy you're talking about—she's famous, reputable, and intelligent. She's an accomplished actress, a loveable idol, and an excellent model. All of these make her the treasure of many high-class individuals who’d pay billions and fans who'd give their lives to have her back, so you have to go through. Whether you like it or not, that’s how the story goes.

Your boss, chief Miyawaki Sakura, crosses her arms sternly. High curved nose, straight-set lips, and eyes that never failed to scour through the team, she nods at you. It doesn't take a sign language translator to get what she means: start talking.

"The mission was aborted due to fallacies in translation and sources," you say. You're using your classic, signature neutral tone for meetings like this one. There's an edge to it today, though. No one dares to tell you about it. "One of our sources translated the location and transferred the information to us incorrectly, hence bringing us to another failed operation."

Your teammates nod. Sakura sighs, pinching her nose.

"Due to this," you continue, slapping down on the table a picture of Bae Suzy, in which she smiles charmingly and waves to a mass of reporters, "we must conduct further readings into the case to ensure that the information is accurate. For Bae Suzy, and for us."

Another series of nods from across the room. Most of them are half hearted.

"So, do any of you have a proposal as to where the kidnapper is now? And where he might have brought miss Bae?"

The quiet Kim Chaewon raises her hand. She used to be the one who brought and made the coffee, but after she helped you solve a cold case during her night shifts, you brought it upon yourself to let her join the team. She listened to the seminars well and was excellent in the training. She had potential, is what you're saying, so you're more than glad to hear from her side.

"I believe the kidnapper is a dancer. Maybe he’s brought her to a studio."

"That isn't relevant," says Sakura, venom in her voice. It’s wholly unintended for her to lash out at the new member of the squad, but her exhaustion is getting the better of her today.

Chaewon blushes. "I believe it is, chief," she retorts timidly. "He left ballet shoes and leotards in the last operation. It might lead us to his location, especially if he's the sentimental type."

"And you say that after we ransacked an old man's warehouse? After he thought we were little shits playing soldiers and looking for some coke?"

“B-but the operation was your idea!”

"I launch all operations, honey," Sakura informs her, smiling with fake sweetness. "What do you do?"

"Sakura," you warn. Your words are tight. You don't have it in your soul to deal with her feistiness today. Any other day you would have let the bickering go on, but the failed mission has downed your spirits.

Silence passes around the table. Wonyoung's looking around, waiting for someone to speak. Sakura's staring daggers into the flushed Chaewon. Minju and Yunjin are as quiet as they can be.

Let the silence ferment with acknowledgement: "Thank you, Chaewon, for your input. Any other ideas?"

"I believe Chaewon is right,” Minju pipes up. “We received a letter from the suspect after the operation.”

You smile, both at the good news and the fact that Minju is, so far, the prettiest out of the squad, and doesn't have only a pretty face but the good wits to back it up, too. That's part of the reason why you love welcoming her point of view, but a letter sounds interesting. Probably even more interesting than getting close with Minju, a thought you entertained more than you should.

“Were there fingerprints?” you ask.

She hands you the letter, which is wrapped in an envelope with newspaper and magazine letters carefully pasted on its front. “No. He probably used gloves.”

You carefully rip the hood of the envelope upwards and pull out the folded paper. You then read it out loud:

"To the police, agents, and detective teams—

"You won't ever find me. I float through the crowds unseen. I glide through the lake of circumstance like a swan. I bring her along, and though she's a kitten scared of water, she's mine now. Forever.

"It would take years before you're even able to save your precious little Suzy. It might not even happen at all.

"For that reason, although I abhor you more than you'd think for you all are built on a system of lies and corruption, I offer you this clue:

"I have flown to other nations where my flock calls for me in our garden. Will you be able to shoot me down?

"Soar with me,

"The One Who Dances, A Flame Eternal."

It must have taken hours to cut out all those magazine letters. That's one thing you'll commend the abductor for.

"'The One Who Dances,'" says Wonyoung in awe. She realizes that Chaewon was right about him being a dancer. For someone as young and new to this side of the profession, it’s like watching a thing straight out of a thriller movie.

"'The One Who Dances,'" Sakura repeats, but in a more sarcastic tone than the interested girl. She scoffs. There's a smile on her face that’s amused despite the situation. "Boo, what a fucking nerd. Did he take up human sciences or something?"

"That's not relevant," you tell her, avenging Chaewon (and defending yourself, too, because you also studied human sciences. That's not fair. You aren't a nerd.)

"I’m telling you, those essays they make those kids do rot their brains. Oh, and shut the fuck up. This is why you aren't a team leader."

Choose to ignore her. "I… I just don't get it," you say hopelessly.

Your hair is thin between your fingers as you crawl your digits into it. They're tense, just like you are. You've been tight and stressed through the whole investigation process, in fact, because you've rolled through every possible location: a school, a secret hideout, an old building. None of them are occupied by the criminals. None of them have Bae Suzy.

"We're getting there," replies Yunjin softly. She pats your shoulder and looks at your billboard of pictures and clues, too. "We already know Suzy's being held captive. We just don't know where."

She's lying. That's what friends are for: to lie to make you feel better in situations where it's impossible to be. In that case, Yunjin’s an excellent friend because you're getting abso-fucking-lutely nowhere. It's been one failed rescue mission after another, and it doesn't seem like the next one would be successful either.

"That's the problem, Yunjin." Twirling the black ocean of coffee with a teaspoon, you point to a newspaper clipping thumbtacked to the west side of the board. "Last time, they said the kidnapper took her to the USA because she was seen at the airport."

You rise from your swivel chair to tug out a printed screenshot of the CCTV at said place, and raise it for everyone to see. It shows the timestamps and Bae Suzy looking scared as she stares into the crowds.

"But then she went back to Dutchland," Sakura adds.

“Correct.” Take another grayscale photo where Bae Suzy waits unwillingly at the airport, and tap on the sign at the very front of the line she's in that says the name of the country. "The sources are just as confused as we are."

Yunjin's furrowed brow quirks. She picks up the folder and goes through it. The papers reflect in her black-rimmed glasses. "Why would she be in Dutchland?"

"Because," jab a thumb into the picture of Suzy again, "Dutchland means something to the kidnapper. He wouldn't have gone with Suzy there for nothing. It risks everything."

Dutchland is the main setting of the case, actually. Everything begins and ends there. Everything you know about the kidnapper lies in the note he addressed to the police, issued by Minju earlier.

Wait—

Pull out the kidnapper's letter again. It's impossible to mistake it for anything else even through the mess on the table when it's smoother than the other scratch papers. The identifying marks are your fingerprints from pen ink branded onto the thin piece of parchment.

Open it, rolling it out on the table like a mantle. It's a mantle of clues you run your finger on. Flown to other nations… soar with me… our garden… The One Who Dances…

Your breath catches in your throat. "Chaewon," you say, looking up at her, “you’re a fucking genius.”

One Leaf Academy is a rich, well-established school for aspiring ballerinas and professional dancers alike. There can't be any other the abductor was referring to. There's only one particularly famous ballet academy in Dutchland, and since he's mentioned that he was the one who danced, this was it. The "garden" mentioned in the letter helped map it down to one location.

It looks good even from bird's eye view. You can see it properly without the pane of a window standing in the way. When you’re part of the squad, flights aren’t taken on planes. Instead, you use helicopters, government-owned and government-approved.

It took only two days for Dutchland to issue an agreement to let you through the borders. They love Bae Suzy, too, apparently. They love her so much that the process went by quickly and you weren’t even stressed about it. There’s more things to stress about later on, but there’s no use in lamenting the future when the present is already good as is.

The green helicopter lands in the forest behind the school. It camouflages among the leaves and trees, giving you the freedom to hop out of it as noisily as you’d like.

Twigs and branches snap under your feet as you do, and you have to catch Sakura to stifle her trip.

She slaps your hands away and brushes down her dress, as if your touch ruined it. "Keep your fucking hands to yourself."

"You're welcome, Sakura," you say, shrugging.

"Can you two please stop fighting?" Wonyoung asks. Her delicate voice, irresistible even to the hardhearted Sakura, ceases the argument before it could continue.

Pull the ridiculous blazer they made you wear on and look at the team. "Everyone ready? You know your jobs?" you ask.

"I'm the mother," says Sakura spitefully. She glares down at the gradient dress assigned to her. "I'll pretend to take pictures and talk to you through the phone."

"Who's the baby daddy?"

"For once, I beg, shut the fuck—"

"Guys," Wonyoung repeats with a more pleading voice.

Sigh. The fight was on you and it's up to you to end it as well. So, turn to: "Wonyoung?"

"I stay behind and watch out for suspicious people," she replies, back to her usual bright but professional self. You hope she doesn't lose the shimmer in her eyes years down the road of being on the investigative team. You'd hate for her to go through what you had to deal with.

"Yunjin?"

"First round of backup with Chaewon unnie." Yunjin taps the gun hidden in the loop of her jeans.

"Minju?"

The girl blushes. "Look for Bae Suzy," she says in a small voice. She looks pointedly at you. "And you?"

"Find the abductor." Look down at your shoes and wonder if they'd ever experience a trip that isn't about work. "Put an end to everything."

Everything's been fleshed out already. There are backup plans of backup plans, earpieces hidden on the sides of your head when the need to communicate comes. This is how it usually is with undercover work.

You ponder, for a moment, and think if it would forever be like this: a game of cat and mouse, always led on but never going through. It just fuels your passion to find Bae Suzy once and for all.

"Remember, this is a recital," Sakura informs all of you. She points to the backdoors of the ballet academy, which suppresses classical music from the inside. "We have to fit in. Don't drop your cover."

She looks at you and narrows her eyes. “Even if somebody tempts you.”

"Operation One Leaf, launched immediately."

You enter the recital with the subtle earpiece strapped to your lobe and your steps light. You carry your posture well, and with the suit, draw looks from the other parents and from children, too. They're wondering if you're the owner of the place, or maybe you're a well-dressed teacher? A wealthy father? They'll never know because you won't dare tell them.

Regard them with a cold yet polite nod and walk through the sides of the chairs. There's not much of the audience left, but you still have to play your part.

You lock eyes with Minju, who steps into the recital wearing preppy yet casual wear. Mouth her good luck. She smiles, but proceeds into the backrooms without another word. Right. She plays a part in the mission, too. You shouldn't disturb her.

"You're here, agent," she says anyway, tapping onto her own earpiece. Her voice rings in your ear. "Break a leg."

Sakura gets in a little while later. As per her job, she pulls out the communication device disguised as a phone and lifts it to the air, "recording" the dancer on the stage.

Blend in with the crowd as you will. You're a little embarrassed by the attention you draw with your suit since the whole thing is supposed to be undercover, but there's no going back now. You have to act the part.

So: stride confidently into the room, never looking down. Take the first seat you see at the very front and look at the performance.

That's kind of how it all started: a look. It wasn't supposed to be anything else, but yes, one single look keeps you hypnotized, not just because of the dance, but the girl who performs it.

She might as well be a swan in disguise. She's got this resilient, princess-like look on her face that's more alluring than it should be. Even her hair serves her royalty; it elegantly floats around her neck and shoulders as she prances and twists.

The uniform, a long-sleeved blouse finished off with a flattering tie and a flowing skirt, doesn't hide her gracefulness. She moves in it as if she were the swan lake herself. Her movements are as fluid as can be. Each rush and lift of her leg guarantees an upskirted moment in which you're allowed to bask in the beauty of her legs and the fullness of her butt, and you know you shouldn't look. You're better than that; you shouldn't let a young, pretty girl stall your job, but there you are, front seat at a recital for professional senior high ballerinas, hypnotized by a ballerina's dance.

You have to snap out of it. You have better and more important things to do than mentally undress a pretty dancer, yet your eyes are glued on her. It's like your vision was programmed to catch every twirl and glide she makes across the platform, to relish the poke of her chest through the blouse that's a little too small, to yearn for her.

The music is just a dreamful background to her. You're dazed. Hypnotized. Locked into a passive position because of her.

You want this ballerina. You can't do anything but look and want and long.

It's almost heartbreaking when her performance ends. She bows deeply, and you swear she's fired you a wink right before she rises up again.

You have to get to know her. You want to ask her out, maybe even escalate things further on the first date if she’s willing. But you have a mission to do. The squad and saving Bae Suzy come first.

Regretfully, you stand from the monobloc chair and turn your heel. But then there she is, dressed in perfection and uniform, and looking prettier up close when she shouldn't be that close but she is close and you swear one more centimeter closer and you'd be closed up to her lips.

"Hi," she says, casually.

That deep voice, fuck.

Wait, when did she get here?

"I, uh, hi? Wait, how did you… why are you—"

"Please." She rolls her eyes, sets a hand on her tiny pinch of a waist. "Did you think you weren't obvious staring me down?"

"Well, uh—"

(What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you stuttering and stammering and stumbling over your words like you aren't more mature and older than her? How could she say that to you and disregard that fact?

You couldn't be assed to know, but she's intimidating you in a whole different way: making you feel like the platform she dances on by acting sweet but not too sweet, flirty but not over the top. That's what you know, but here's the problem: you have little idea what to do.)

"Calm down," she says. She's a tall girl, but smaller enough to smooth down your blazer and close it softly around your chest. Her eyes are enticing. "I'm just playing with you."

Swallow. Try to collect your composure back into a neat pile, but it overflows and ceases. "Excuse me," you say, voice shaking, "do I know you?"

She pushes out her pink bottom lip, bites it, then shakes her head. "It's Kazuha, if that rings a bell."

"If I didn't know your name, Kazuha," you say, "I'd say I recognize you from somewhere."

"You do?"

"Yeah." The more you talk, the more she looks like Bae Suzy. "You, y-you kind of look like someone I'm looking for."

Kazuha guides you with a hand around your wrist and walks you to the backroom. You have no sense of direction when your eyes are sealed onto her gorgeous face, perfect with their brown eyes and sculpted nose. It's a tour guide to danger, and you don't even know that you're hiking.

"Is she your wife?" She rubs the back of your hand with a thumb, looking at you with such authentic concern that you almost fall for it. Almost. "Girlfriend?"

"No." Breathe through your nose. "Just someone I have to look for."

Slam. The door shuts, and now you're effectively pinned upon its wood like a poster. Amazing how a woman smaller than you could do you like that: have you weak at your knees as she keeps you on the flat of the door, stares you down with no hatred in her eyes, but sultriness. You don't know how you pick up all those clues when she's not speaking, but Kazuha, as you come to find out, isn't like any other girl. She's known her whole life to speak through her body, and the message from her hands pushing you into a flattened position and her leg propped next to your hip is clear.

You’re not sure if you want to open her note and read it.

"Tell me," Kazuha says, chastely, although her actions are anything but, "am I as hot as her?"

Your eyes widen. It's utterly unprofessional; you as an agent shouldn't even begin to engage in a conversation about how the victim's sexually attractive when she might be in the most vulnerable place right now.

Stutter again. Broken words become a new language you're fluent in, and might as well be a native speaker of with how much Kazuha learned you into it. You have her slim, hot body pressed up against yours to thank, and the look in her eyes. The tilt of her pretty little head. Her subtle, knowing smirk.

"I can't talk about that with you," you say, because it's true—you can't. You have a mission to do and your morals to keep.

"Sure you can," Kazuha counters. Her eyes glimmer. "I'm the top student in One Leaf. They basically made me a star when they knew that my name meant 'one leaf,' too. Isn't that funny?"

"What's your point here?"

"The point is," she says, leveling your gaze, "if I fuck you right here in this room, they wouldn't give a damn."

She has a hold of your hands, imprisoning them and trapping them on the slopes of her sizable chest. Your breath hooks on nothing and is released incompletely. Kazuha's breasts are so soft, not the biggest but fill your hands up so well that you'd take them over any other pair.

Have to resist the voice inside you telling you to squeeze. "What are you doing?" you ask.

"Tell me, what do men like you want?"

Kazuha curls your hand into her flesh so that she's making you squeeze—

"Tits—"

—then leads it below her pleated skirt, lets it cup the globes and touch places that should otherwise be left untouched—

"—or ass?"

Both are tastes of heaven. The two choices are soft yet alluring. But you really shouldn't, though you want to rip that skirt clean off her legs and spank her till her cheeks are red. She deserves that for tempting you, for being such a bad girl when she's otherwise excellent at being a ballerina.

"I can't talk to you about that," you have to repeat. But it sounds more like you're convincing yourself rather than her.

Oh, and she's far from being budged.

Kazuha pulls you by the tie and drags you to the nearest monobloc chair. There are plenty of other seats just like that here in the utility room, but she chooses to throw a beautiful, toned leg over each side of your hips and sit on your lap instead. Her ass snuggles your crotch and her legs keep you trapped onto the chair.

"What about now?" she asks.

Then her hips start to sway—it's another coax for you to drag out of your shell and do what you shouldn't. It's another dance besides ballet that she knows well, and you can tell from how her thighs flex and bounce underneath your touch, she's very good at it.

"K-Kazuha… fuck—"

"Come on." She's straight up dry humping you, dragging her perfect pussy up and down your growing erection. Her eyes and mouth both pose a challenge: "Tell me I should stop. Tell me you want to do anything that isn't to fuck me."

Kazuha rubs herself on you. She uses your clothed cock as a personal toy for a few delicious seconds, then rises from your lap to unbutton her blouse. One by one, they undo themselves and the pale skin of her chest is revealed. There's her small cleavage. A collarbone carved from perfection. Her beautiful chest. Too much is what it is, yet your perverted self can't stop gawking.

You remember Sakura's words earlier. She told you not to drop your cover, not to get tempted. You dislike Sakura, yet it's her warning that ignites your hesitation. She suspected that you'd fall like this. She was only trying to hold you back.

"Well? What's gonna happen then?" Kazuha crosses her arms. They frame the underside of her tits, a perfect picture. "Do you want to go out there and find some stupid girl or fuck the one on your lap? What's it gonna be, daddy?"

You're not a daddy kink type of person. In fact, you don't really have that much of a sex drive. Intercourse and the like are things you have no time for when your job is like this, much less a discovery of a daddy kink.

So why is your dick so much harder now that she's said it?

Why are your hands on her hips?

Why are you carrying Kazuha's lithe form and placing her right on a desk?

Why are you kissing her?

When your lips and hers meet, an apocalypse is birthed. An apocalypse of sex, hunger, and desire breaks out. Your eyes are closed, yet your hands and Kazuha's own know exactly where to touch and hold. She unbuckles your belt and pulls down your pants. You slide your greedy fingers over Kazuha's perfect buttcheeks. Tug off the ridiculous shorts that saved her performance from being pornographic. Rip off the panties that are sticky with need.

"Oh, ohhh, you like that?" Kazuha moans while you kiss her neck and chest. Don't bother to rip off the uniform when it looks incredibly sexy on her fit body. "You like me calling you that, daddy?"

"Quiet. We're making this quick."

"So you do want to fuck me."

Thighs touch your lips when you make your way down. Or is it the other way around? Whatever, the point is that Kazuha's thighs are a delicacy. They're full yet sculpted and would look great looped around your head. Luckily, you find that the sopped core between them is more delicious.

Lick a line from the bottom of her slit right up to her bundle of nerves. "Who says I want to fuck you?"

"D-daddy!" Kazuha gasps, covering her mouth.

"You're quick to call me that." You kiss the insides of thighs then start trailing your tongue around her clit. On top of it. Under it. Each side is subject to immense pleasure. "Where's the shame, little dancer?"

"Right on with the nicknames."

You splay Kazuha's pink lips and stick your tongue in between them. Her hips buckle forward. Her eyes are all wide and eager and needy, and it takes a few more thrusts of your tongue to have them shut.

However, it doesn't take a lot for Kazuha to moan. Her voice is tinged with deep tones, and they pronounce out prolonged cries as you toy her cunt with your tongue. Her thighs threaten to crush your head, but, if anything, you'd welcome it. You're happy to be trapped in between her luscious legs and keep the feminine scent of her pussy right up close. Her juices could be your water, the food would be her core itself—you're already eating it like a meal anyway.

"Of course. If you want to play games, I'll give in." Toy with her clit, then proceed to give it harsh sucks and slurps that her lower body spasms. "I'm just playing along."

Kazuha bites on a bated breath and beats the table with a bent hand. "What if I'm not playing around, daddy?"

"Hm?"

"What if, fuck, I'm not playing around?" She pushes you deeper between her legs and wraps them around your head. She toys with the sides of your ears. "Maybe I like fucking people who obviously shouldn't be doing it. Maybe I like calling a hot man daddy. It just feels so good for me. Did you ever think about that?"

And maybe you like fucking a girl who's a hindrance to your mission. Maybe you like eating out her wet cunt, driving your tongue deeper into the soaked fuckhole, and doing everything you wanted to do to her when she was onstage.

But all of that is just one maybe after another. As far as you're concerned, you don't actually like doing it, yet when Kazuha whines and squirms like that, your mind is quickly changed.

Self-discovery, you guess.

"So do it," you challenge her. Look up at her while you quickly rub her clit. "Call me daddy."

"Daddy, hngnnn, fuck, daddy!"

Kazuha's pussy creates the most obscene wet sounds. Your index finger doesn't rest; it fires away at her clit, her most sensitive spot, and urges it to become more swollen. More sensitive. More desperate.

Push her other leg up for more access. As you expected, it effortlessly rises. Who knew that her years of dancing as a professional ballerina would translate well when eating her pussy? You love how her thigh quivers and tries to stay upward while you eat her out. That's one thing ballet didn't teach her: to stay stabilized when there's a tongue and finger assaulting her center.

"Are you usually this wet, Kazuha? After you dance out there with your legs and thighs out for everyone to see?"

"No, no, I'm not wet! You're, hnnn, daddy," her eyes lose focus and she rolls her head back, mouth gaped, "oh, fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum!"

Start to jack yourself off to the unholy, R-18 scene of Kazuha approaching orgasm. Is it a known thing that ballerinas are the most beautiful when they cum? If not, it should be, for Kazuha's blissful face—eyes shut, mouth wide with moans—and her shaking legs enchant you. They draw you into her and have you rubbing and tapping at her core to coax out more euphoric reactions from her.

Slip your fingers inside her. Be greeted with a fountain of liquid and scent. Appreciate how tight she is when it's only your fingers in her.

"God, daddy, not there!" Kazuha screams. Have to dodge a few times for her kicking and flailing legs to miss your face. "I'm so sensitive there, oh no, you can't—oh, fuck—daddy!"

Her deep voice thrills your erection, and you could have cum on the spot with her if you were more focused on rubbing her orgasm out. A bit of squirt stains your fingers, but you end up getting more stains of girl cum on yourself as you go on fingering and rubbing.

Kazuha rubs her own nipples as she settles down from her high. "That, that was—daddy—"

You hush her. There's no time to talk. You unravel Kazuha's tie and wrap the little gray thing around her wrists. You knot them tightly after you wring her arms behind her back. She watches on with confusion, wondering why you're suddenly being so horny.

If she asked, you'd explain that it's because of her. Who else could be the culprit when she's there with her incredible thighs and perfect, fuckable body? When she's the feistiest little thing who just turns out to crumble if the right guy crosses her? Everything about Kazuha seems to be designed and fabricated to tempt you, and look at you giving in.

"You're tying me up, daddy?" she asks, tone varying between disappointment and excitement.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

She's so cute, really—she closes up to you with the biggest eyes of hurt and want, with her slim lips curved downwards into a pout. "You have to fuck me," she says, like it's a promise you made that she's been waiting on to be granted for a while. "It's not fair. You can't even fuck well, daddy, and you're tying me up? You must be joking."

Scoff. "I wasn't so bad at fucking when I ate your pussy."

"I was just moaning to make you happy." Kazuha leans forward, presenting her exposed cleavage and face that looks otherwise innocent besides the smirk. "I love making big handsome daddies like you happy."

Her words and cutesy tone send chills down your spine. She's so attractive that it's becoming scary, even when she's bound by the hands.

"Don't you feel bad, daddy?" she asks with a timely lull of her head to the side. "You're giving your whole career away to fuck me. You're supposed to be doing something else, aren't you? Something other than fucking me? So why are you here?"

Her words hit too close to home. "You don't know anything about me, Kazuha."

"Sure I do."

"Turn around."

"Make me. Holy shit, daddy, you have such a big cock, but you're so pathetic. You didn't expect to fuck a girl tonight, did you? But you saw me and thought about it. And now that I've figured you out, you got mad. Why's it the fault of a good little girl like me that you're doing the wrong thing? Maybe it's because you know you're such a bad person, a bad guy—"

You grab her and push her stomach down on the table. Your rod slips inside the ballerina, and she breaks.

And it's everything you've ever wanted: she's hot and tight and wet around you. Her bouncy ass lives up to its description as you pump at a rapid fire pace inside her. Her pussy's so tight that it feels like it's pinching you to keep you inside, and you do exactly that. You'd never want to be anywhere else.

But you still make sure to pull out to let your length breathe, then submerge them into the tightness of her vagina again. Her lips cling to your dick. They don't want you to be anywhere else either.

“Say you’re sorry.”

"S-sorry, daddy!" she's quick to say. A broken mirror lies across the table, and from there you can see the expressions of winces and moans on her beautiful face.

"Fucking mean it."

"Kazu… ha, Kazuha… Kazuha's sorry, daddy!"

There's a certain power you impel on this thrust specifically, and it sends her legs buckling. Place a hand on her bound wrists to keep her in place just like she did when she had you trapped to the door.

Frankly, you did it for the chance to slap her cheeks. Spank one and it jiggles beautifully. Spank the other and her hole tightens. Make it a point of yours to spank there particularly, all while keeping the unyielding quality of her hole. It's how you keep the brat that is Kazuha on a leash.

"Daddy, daddy, fuck!" she screams. "You're so, so good, please keep fucking me!"

"Contradicting yourself." Pull out, much to her disappointment, and slide your cock up and down in the plateau of her asscheeks. The flesh of her ass hugs you.

"Why'd you pull out, daddy?" Kazuha asks. She looks back at you and pleads with the shimmer in her eyes.

"I wanted to see if this ass is as soft as it looks."

For a few blissful moments you fuck Kazuha's ass cheeks, but never really entering her puckered pink hole. It causes her to whine and pout. It's impossible to not give in to such a pretty face, so you continue for a few seconds, letting the pleasure entice your cock to a full solidness, then pause.

"Are you a good girl, Kazuha?" Rub her pussy then bring your slick digits to her mouth.

Kazuha licks them clean and nods repeatedly. If you weren't so focused on riling her up, you'd go back to the moment your squad nodded their heads as you went over the mission plan. "Yesss, daddy."

"So much you'd let me fuck this perfect pussy till I'm spent?"

"Yes!"

Twist Kazuha around and prop her on the desk. Then, you tear her blouse. Buttons soar in the air to make way for her full, ab-ridden midriff to be exposed. Her tiny slutty waist has your mouth agape. Her small breasts peek through her black lace bra.

"And let me cum all over this midriff?" you ask, staking the deal higher.

"Oh, what's that?" Kazuha smirks. "Is little old daddy scared to breed me?"

Her character when she's not being fucked confuses you just as much as it arouses you. She looks way better when she's being a submissive little dancer, though.

"Bad girls don't get to be bred."

Push inside her. Yes, you're doing this again. Kazuha's abs flex, and the breaths she takes and releases become more strained.

As you pound her, she looks at you with this face that's lost any elegance from dancing. It's looking like she's slightly sleepy with pleasure, like she wanted to lay there while she let you have your way with her. And you'd be glad to—her ripped uniform and pretty legs would spur you on in no time.

You grab her ass and start dragging her to yourself, too, to fill her deeper. It works; your tip makes it to her womb and right then and there you're tempted to be hypocritical and breed her anyway. You'd love to imagine how her face basked in pleasure would look when you fill her with your load. You'd love to see her pull the weight of being bred well and dance out there with no care that your semen's rolling down her soft legs.

But she doesn't deserve it.

"Pleaaaase, I'll be so good!" she says. Her hands end up on your shoulders and she's kissing you everywhere. "I'll be a good girl, daddy, just fffucking fill me up. I'll never… I'll be…. oh!"

You're going too fast. Your sudden burst of energy leaves her on the edge. On the wall, to be more precise, because you're ruining and rearranging her insides so well that she's knocked onto the walls again and again.

"Daddy…"

Kazuha winces. Moans. C-cries? She doesn't know what to do. Her legs feel hot and she feels like she's going to burst anytime soon. Your cock's impaling her in all the right ways, grazing her cervix and G-spot but also parting her walls just so that the pain transforms into pleasure. "Gonna cum now, daddy, please let me—oh, please—"

The last word comes out wrung in between pitches. Kazuha shudders and squeals. The pleasure's overwhelming her so much that she's let go of her strength. Her legs feel too weak. Her throat, although you haven't fucked it, is sore. Then you're painting her abs, white fluid against and above and over white skin, and she immediately fingers some of your release and pushes a digit inside herself. She's a resourceful girl besides being an excellent ballerina. Good to know.

"You really didn't breed me, daddy?" she asks sadly.

You regret not doing so seeing the hopeless look on her face. "Sorry, but I've got to—"

Your eyes size up to planets.

—"go."

It's only at the finish of your sentence that you realize that you're right. You do have to go. Why are you here when you have a mission to find the abductor?

"Shit, shit, shit!" Pull your pants up and fix your blazer. It's cool inside the utility room, but your blood's run cold. "I have to go, Kazuha. I—"

Kazuha rolls her eyes. "Fix your earpiece first, daddy. You're a mess."

You blindly follow her words before you even suspect why she knew about the earpiece, or why it's off. After you tap on it, you hear the following, haunting words:

"Mission aborted. Mission aborted. We've been betrayed."

"No, no, no." You shake your head over and over. You can’t believe that was happening and you missed out on assisting your teammates out. Speak through the piece in a shaken voice, "What's going on? Yunjin? Yunjin, what's going on?"

"What the fuck?" she says, obviously infuriated. "I've been trying to reach you, agent! Where the hell are you?"

Look around. "Uh… I met a girl. We're in the back."

"Fuck. What's her name?"

"Kazuha."

Yunjin's voice reaches an alarm you've never heard from her. "Get the fuck out of there, agent! Get away from her, kill her, I don't give a fuck, just run!"

"B-but why?"

"The kidnapper's not a 'him,' she's a 'she'! It's a trap!"

As Yunjin's voice echoes from your earpiece in the small room, Kazuha's creepy smile grows.

"Yunjin," flash a look at the ballerina, who’s still smiling, then at the ceiling, "I don't understand."

"Get your fucking head in the game. 'The One Who Dances', agent. 'One Leaf'! The answer was right in our face, it's her!" Yunjin's practically shouting now. It deafens you, but you hear every word loud and clear. "She impersonated Bae Suzy at the airport, agent. The ‘cat’ in the letter wasn’t about Suzy, it’s about Sakura! She betrayed us!”

You look at Kazuha, and suddenly her smile isn’t as alluring as it was when you were fucking her. It speaks of an impending doom. It tells you that you should really run, but there wouldn’t be much change if you did because she’d still catch you. You’d still end up dead.

Suddenly, all the pieces to the story that played behind the scenes fall into place. They connect too well for it to be false. You never questioned once why Sakura led you in each of the operations, and now it’s clear why she did: she was holding you back from saving Suzy. There was a reason why she was team leader. How did you not catch it?

And Kazuha… she didn’t come up to you just because she wanted to, did she? She had a partner and a purpose. You were searching for the culprit ever since you stepped foot into the academy. It didn’t hit you once that you might be fucking her.

Kazuha takes a few steps towards you and lays her forehead into your chest. “You’re not mad, are you, daddy?”

How did her tie suddenly disappear from her wrists?

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wonik1ss · 8 months

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Stupid Cupid — Bae

pairing : bae x reader

song rec : why - kep1er

summary : bae’s crush on you might get outed by that darn stupid cupid!

a/n : just a lil something for the kids 🤭

“YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”. Kyujin laughed as Bae stared at the younger girls phone.

“What the hell happened Bae?”. As Haewon came closer to Bae’s desk she patted the younger girl on her back as she read out was on her screen.

“JYP High now has it’s own cupid page get ready for some juicy confessions and outs!..”

“What do they mean by out’s?”

“There doxing people’s love lives and Bae’s next!”. Kyujin laughed while Bae slumped back into her seat. Ever since the start of the year Bae has had a crush on you. A hallway crush to be exact.

Dispute the fact she only saw you for a good three seconds before she went to her bio class she swore she was in love. You were gorgeous, funny and adorable cute at times.

Granted Bae only saw displays of this twice she knew you were the one for her.

“I’ve got to figure out how who runs the account!”

“I’ll help!!”. Kyujin jumped out of her seat while Haewon rolled her eyes.

“Weren’t you making fun of her crush two seconds ago?”

“Ya.. but that doesn’t mean I can’t be a detective!”

“Kyujin bend down!”

“No! I’m not creasing my shoes!”

Right now Bae and Kyujin were surveilling the halls ways during there lunch period. It had been a few days since the cupid account had popped up; and now it was exposing people so Bae had to be quick.

“I still think it’s Sunoo…”

“We already went over this he only spreads gossip verbally Kyujin!”. The younger girl rolled her eyes as Bae got her eyes stuck on you.

It was a brief look but you still looked at her. At that Bae ducked into the nearest bathroom while Kyujin confused followed her.

“What happened?”

“She saw me!!”

“So?”

“And she smiled..”. Bae started to smile ear to ear like a kid as Kyujin sighed before her eyes went wide.

“What-“. Kyujin pushed Bae into one of the stalls and shushed her as the two girls heard people start to talk.

“So who are you going to expose next cupid”. One of the voices teased the other as Bae’s eyes went wide.

“Bae I know everyone would love to know who she likes”

“I know! Anyways you have a date or-“

“Tomorrow during gym since both of there classes will be mixed”. The two voices giggled before they left and Bae stood stunned.

“Well this is getting really juicy now Bae!”

Bae passed back and forth in the girls locker room as Kyujin tried to hype her up. Bae didn’t want you to figure out you liked her from a stupid account! So she was gonna tell you herself.

“You got this girl! Now go and get yourself a girlfriend!”. Bae’s eyes went wide as she felt Kyujin push her into the main gym.

Bae’s eyes wondered a while before she met yours. You smiled again then as Bae signaled to the gym door you followed her out.

“Did I do-“

“Ok I like you.. I you don’t know me and.. and I kinda don’t know you but I like you.. and I don’t want some stupid account tell you that.. I.. I know I only see you for a few seconds in the hallway but thats enough for me to like you.. you and your laugh and smile and very very pretty face.. so there I like you and it’s ok if you don’t like me..”. You stood stunned before you giggled and pulled out your phone.

Bae was so close to bolting back into the gym before you pulled her close and showed her your phone screen.

“Bae Suzy from class A241 has a crush on senior Kai!”

The cupid account was talk about Bae Suzy.. not Bae Jinsoul.

“I like you too”. Bae stared at you until you giggled and her cheeks went red.

“Right now probably not as much as you like me but I would like to change that.. if you-“

“Yes! I would love to change that!”. You giggled as Bae started to go in depth into her like of you. Then she didn’t know it but soon you were going to like her way more then she expected.

“I just wish that stupid cupid didn’t mess me up!”

You giggled before you spoke again.

“I well with out “stupid cupid” you wouldn’t have confessed would you?”. Bae blushed as the two of you continued to talk.

Maybe Cupid isn’t so stupid after all..

#kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop idol x reader #kpop imagines #kpopidol #kpop gg #kpop smau #kpop girls #reader x idol #reader insert #bae nmixx #nmixx #nmixx x reader #NMIXX x y/n

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kmgkmg · 10 months

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YES NO MAYBE - JEON WONWOO

word count: 1.7k…

pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader

synopsis: wonwoo sits down for an interview after his pictorial to answer some questions, what he wasn't expecting was you to be the one interviewing him.

genre/s: angst, idol!wonwoo, ex!wonwoo, magazine editor!reader

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: submission for k-label's firsts for everything event! the title and fic are inspired by bae suzy's solo debut with yes no maybe! while the title track is def the biggest inspiration, i relied on all of the mini album since it's one of my absolute favorites of kpop. also leaned into iu's discography a lot and ending scene was another inspiration. thank you @gyusangels and @hwasangelbaby for being the beta readers!

Wonwoo’s steps can be heard against the floor as he enters the studio. People are still shuffling about busily, setting up before the shoot officially starts. Next to the clothing racks, various conceptual pictures are taped all along the wall. He scans the pictures, trying his best to get a grasp of what vibe he had to emulate for the day.

The continuous clicking sounds of the camera’s shutter rings in Wonwoo’s ears while the flashes of light hurt his eyes. On top of that, the studio booms with loud music to set the mood for the shoot. With each flash, Wonwoo subtly readjusts himself to a new pose. Five outfit changes along with five different hairstyles and makeup looks. Exhausted is an understatement. The shoot proceeds for nearly three hours before finally getting the last shot approved by the magazine’s staff.

“You were absolutely terrific!” The enthusiastic photographer praises Wonwoo and Wonwoo immediately turns bashful. He’s weak to compliments, especially when the cameras are turned off.

His manager approaches him with a water bottle and a handheld fan.

“Are we done for the day then?” Wonwoo asks after sipping and starts to take the uncomfortable jacket off.

His manager avoids his eyes, an indication to Wonwoo that the day was not over. “You still have the Q&A video to film. Their Chief Editor is interviewing you.”

He pats his manager’s shoulder, reassuring him to not worry. “Q&A videos are a breeze! What do you want to grab for lunch afterwards?”

“Today’s weather is perfect for…sushi?” His manager suggests.

Wonwoo is energized by the thought of eating sushi later on. “Now that you have motivated me, this interview will be done in no time!”

“Chief Editor L/N!” One of your employees greets you, making the others aware of your presence. You are distracted by the conversation on your phone and briefly greet the employees before finishing the phone call.

Wonwoo is already waiting at the table that the staff set up, but his eyes dart up as he looks for you. He knew you worked at Vogue, but Vogue is a huge company. He never expected that he’d run into you like this, nearly a year after you dumped him.

You sit behind the camera wordlessly, pulling your laptop out of your work bag. Straightening your posture on the chair, you double check that the camera is recording. “Seventeen’s Wonwoo, thank you for joining us today.”

He’s thrown off by your extremely professional behavior. Nobody knew about your past relationship besides Seventeen, but you were treating him like a complete stranger. His initial shock dies down, but it's clear on his face that he’s experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions from your presence.

His words spill out thoughtlessly, “So, you’ve been promoted to Chief Editor?”

You exchange glances with the staff around you, all looking back at you with quizzical expressions. Double-checking the flashing red dot on the camera, you reply curtly. “Yes, I’ve been Chief Editor for about seven months. Usually the managing editor conducts the interviews, but he had a family emergency today. We’re deeply sorry that we weren’t able to inform you sooner.”

“No need to apologize!” Wonwoo replies, becoming aware of his surroundings once again. Flashing a wide smile to the camera, he turns on his idol persona. Staff around the studio begin gushing about his kind behavior as you look for which fan questions to read.

“Do you have any plans on releasing any more videos or photos for Carats?”

“I plan to hold a traveling exhibition of my photography early next year! I can’t give too much away right now, but Carats will definitely love it.”

A smile crept onto your face, glad that the ideas he bounced off of you were coming to fruition. “Do the members still ask you to take their pictures a lot?”

He blinks his eyes rapidly, surprised at your memory. “Yes, they do! At this point, DK, The8, and I are practically the assigned Instagram photographers in the group.”

You nod, and prepare yourself to read the next comment. “Ballad lover, Jeon Wonwoo! I love your music taste so much! What song have you been hooked on lately?”

“I’ve mentioned IU a lot in the past since her music means a lot to me. Luckily, Carats really enjoyed my cover of her song Knees. These days, I’ve been listening to The Visitor by her. The melody is very catchy and the instrumental is stripped back which adds a special layer of sentimentality to the track. I especially love the lyrics for the hook. ‘Why do I still love you? Why do I sing about you? Why do I still wait for you? Babe I love you.’” He responds, purposefully looking away from the camera and instead having his eyes fixate on you.

His longing gaze goes unnoticed by you as you type a note to the video editor to add IU’s in song during post production. “Wonwoo, I’m addicted to books like you! Which books are the most newly purchased in your library?”

“Book Park Lounge had a sale a week ago! I bought about eight new books? Greek Lessons by the author Han Kang has been insanely interesting so far. Although the novel came out in April, it was sold out in all of the bookstores around me immediately. Please, check it out if you enjoy books about the beauty of humanity. My rambling isn’t doing the book justice, just know that once you pick the book up, you won’t be able to put it down.”

You memorize the book’s title, secretly missing the reading lists he would make you. “Any recent activities you did with the members that you can share?”

Wonwoo takes a second to think, lightly tapping his fingers on the table’s surface. “Me and Minghao went to a tea tasting and blending workshop. I’ve recently been more interested in tea, so he suggested that I tag along with him. It was a really rewarding time, I got exposure to a lot of new flavors!”

“Since you made your own tea blend, do you have any tips for people that follow your steps and try making their own blends?”

“Great question!” He compliments, turning silent as he thinks of the best universally liked ingredient. “Dried rose petals are my recommendation. They are easy to add to any tea blend in my opinion, plus, the quantity that you add can customize how much you want the flavor to stand out. Minghao would probably recommend others’ first experience with tea to be a tea ceremony instead. I’ve done both and the ceremonies tend to focus on patience and maintaining steady hands.”

Hesitating to move on to the next question, you review your coworker’s email with the prewritten questions. “Do we have to ask every question here?”

Wonwoo tilts his head in confusion, “Why not?”

“Very well. Wonwoo, have you ever regretted letting go of something or someone?”

“Yes.” His immediate reply causes his manager to approach you and ask for it to be edited out. Wonwoo sees the interaction and tries his best to fix his mistake. “Actually, no… Well, maybe? At the time, I found myself asking a lot, what does my heart actually want? It’s strange, isn’t it? I mean how humans don’t understand their hearts at times. But by the time I realized what I wanted, it was far too late. So yes, I’m full of regret.”

You look back at his manager, whose mouth is slightly agape over Wonwoo’s candid answer. Picking up on the manager’s flustered state, you skip to the last question. “What are your plans for the rest of the year?”

He tries his best to sound energetic again, “Well, Seventeen always tries to be as active as we can! Although a little less than half of the year is left, we will meet you very soon with new music and performances!”

“Can you do the outro?”

“See you all next time! Subscribe, like, and comment to Vogue’s YouTube channel!” Wonwoo waves goodbye with both hands and you stand up to turn off the camera.

He walks over to you as he stretches his arms. “Can we think about us again?”

You continue fidgeting with the camera and say in a low voice, “Wonwoo. Stop saying, let’s think about it again. You know better than anyone that we probably wouldn't last a day.”

“But, Y/N, life without you isn’t the same…” His eyes turn desperate. More eyes are on the two of you, unaware that you were so deeply acquainted with one another.

“Follow me.” You excuse yourself from the studio with Wonwoo listening to your words.

He has a hopeful glint to his eyes now, biting down on his lip to contain his excitement. He’s at a complete loss of how to predict what you’re going to say.

You’re shaking from the anger of his unprofessionalism. Wonwoo realizes your emotions and his face turns solemn.

“What is with you today, Wonwoo? It’s obvious we’ll hurt each other again, so stop saying you can’t live without me. Please, just meet someone who will love you more than I did.”

He looks down at his feet and mumbles, “You act like that is an easy task, Y/N.”

“Wonwoo, I’m with someone else now. You’re the one that wanted us to date quietly and we broke up just as quietly. Now, let go of me quietly.” You request, not once faltering in front of him.

Without giving him time to respond, you walk back towards the studio’s doors and hold one open for him. His feet move without him thinking, trudging back into the studio.

His manager is talking to the photographer about which photos should be excluded from the final cut. Once he notices Wonwoo's return, he finishes the conversation effortlessly.

“Ready for some sushi?”

Wonwoo takes one last look in your direction and sees you engrossed in your work as employees crowd you. Yes, he misses you more than anything. But no, he knows that you don’t feel the same. So maybe, it’s time for him to follow your wishes and let go of you.

He clears his throat. “Yeah, let’s go.”

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skzsauce01 · 2 years

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The First Step

Synopsis: To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love. Or, a dance with the object of your disdain is more appealing than a conversation with the object of your displeasure. Regency AU/Pride and Prejudice AU inspired by @/mocimori’s art of Chan as Darcy.

Warning: one mention of gin

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: Elizabeth Bennet!reader x Darcy!Bang Chan featuring Bingley!Felix and Jane Bennet!Yeji

The greatest mistake you have made in your life is believing that your mother had your best interests at heart. If she truly did, you would not be listening to Mr. Hwang regale you with tales of his esteemed patroness, the good, gracious Lady Suzy Bae. After your mother gifted your hand to him for the first two dances, you feigned exhaustion when you arrived at Netherfield Park. The ball barely began, but your dear sister fortunately explained your fatigue from too much sun during last afternoon’s long walk. And being the gentleman he is, Mr. Hwang offered to wait until you found yourself better rested, never mind that there were other ladies he could have danced with.

Now you solemnly nod at her ladyship’s latest act of charity. You have never wished ill upon another person, but you dare hope that a lady catches his gaze, and he finds himself enchanted by her. Then you shall be free for at least half an hour before he inevitably returns. The only benefit to this conversation is that you are in perfect view of the dance floor. Yeji and Mr. Lee look absolutely enamored with each other.

The music ends with a dreadful finality as the couples cheer, then part ways. Mr. Lee asks Yeji for a second dance, and beneath her composure, you sense her delight. Mr. Hwang notes this as well, and before he can do the same, you declare that you shall like some punch.

You slip into the eddying crowd around the refreshment room and out the other entrance where you find a moment of respite. Your neighboring friend, Ryujin Shin, nearly leaps up from her chair when she spots you.

“I have scarcely seen you all week. Where have you been all evening? Your sisters are dancing, and you are nowhere to be seen!”

You inform of your cousin’s generosity, and she sympathetically smiles. While the two of you walk around the hall, recounting the latest news about the soldiers staying in Meryton, you nearly forget about Mr. Hwang, awkward and solemn even among merry guests, until he appears at the opposite end of the room. You grab Ryujin’s arm and make to turn in the opposite direction before he notices you. But you are unfortunate and have to wait in mortification as Mr. Hwang takes stiff, measured steps towards you. Ryujin has the kindness to voice her condolences.

“I do believe I have run out of excuses,” you murmur to your friend. “Do you have any suitable ones?”

She quickly glances at the approaching Mr. Hwang while you keep your own eyes averted. “Surely he is not as disagreeable as you say.”

“He is to inherit the estate when my father passes, so you must understand my feelings. Aside from my future in the poorhouse, when I introduce you to him, you will understand. He is quite an odd man.”

She chides, “You must not speak like that! Mr. Lee seems to very much like Yeji, so the poorhouse may not house you and your sisters, after all. But very well, I shall try to see from your point of view.” She then leans in conspiratorially and says, “I hate to alarm you, but a certain gentleman from Derbyshire is coming our way.”

The sound of a set of approaching footsteps captures your attention, and you pretend to laugh at something Ryujin has said. The gentleman from Derbyshire, otherwise known as Mr. Bang to his contemporaries and to you as the most arrogant man you have ever had the pleasure of meeting, is a great source of resentment for not only you but your mother. Having insulted you and having the coldest manners, there is no lost sentiment between you and Mr. Bang.

Ryujin curtsies to Mr. Bang as he now stands imposingly at your side. Before you can do the same, to your complete shock, he asks you for your hand in the next dance, and in your state, you accept and thank him for the offer. In the happiest of moments, Mr. Bang departs and Mr. Hwang has finally made his way to you. You prepare to inform him that you are engaged for the next dance, but instead, he passes by you entirely! Your joy turns into horror when you realize that he is heading for Mr. Bang.

“Surely you are not going to introduce yourself to Mr. Bang,” you say.

“He is the nephew of Lady Suzy Bae, and I must inform him about how well his aunt has been faring. I did not think I would see a man of his standing at this assembly.”

“He will think of you impertinent! Mr. Hwang, I recognize that you have your duties to your patroness, but this is improper, and I assure you that he will take it unkindly. Please, I am certain that he will be willing to introduce himself to you once he learns of your devotion to his aunt.”

Your dissuasion is unsuccessful, and you watch with unprecedented embarrassment as Mr. Bang replies with civil contempt for your cousin’s follies. Mr. Hwang believes himself to be held in the highest regard now that Mr. Bang received him, and he struts away like a peacock. The music for the next dance begins, and he again asks your hand. When you inform him that you have been spoken for by someone else, his disappointment is clear. Ryujin, the compassionate woman she is, offers her hand instead. She does not need to be kind to that miserable man, but you suppose that she can learn of his oddities throughout the number.

During the beginning of the dance, Mr. Bang seems content to not speak, and you yourself are satisfied by the silence until it becomes too tiresome to bear. To not have conversation for a whole dance is a punishment in itself, but for your prideful partner, it is most likely a delight. You still vividly remember how cold he was during his first ball at Hertfordshire. In your own insolence and perhaps in defense of your cousin, you ask about the Lady Suzy you have been hearing about. He makes a noncommittal answer and becomes quiet again, though you are certain he is vexed by the question.

After another moment of nothingness, you ask, “Is there something occupying your thoughts, Mr. Bang? Most couples talk at least a little bit during a dance. It would be strange, otherwise. But if you are not confident in your words, I understand completely.”

You have offended him, but Mr. Bang’s good opinion matters less the more you are in his presence. He is either unskilled at conversing while dancing or rude, and you have firmly decided that he is simply rude.

“What occupies your thoughts?” he says.

“Usually my books or my sisters. Now it is your turn to share.”

“You enjoy reading then?”

“I am fond of a great deal of things, reading books being one of them and socializing another. I imagine you prefer reading more, considering your reluctance to be in the company of anyone but your own circle. You have deprived us all the honor of knowing such a fine gentleman.”

“As you stated in our last meeting, a fine gentleman ought to have happy manners and a good heart. Do you declare me one then?”

“Yes, even if you are lacking, but I will not fault you for that. It is difficult to be everything all at once.”

“I wonder where you get your audaciousness from.”

You archly reply, “My mother. It is a family trait. Do you take after your aunt?”

At the mention of Lady Suzy, his face loses what little cheer it had. “Do all Hwangs desire to know about my aunt?”

“We are disposed to be in awe of anyone of such gracious character. My cousin speaks so favorably of her, so it is only natural that I want to learn more.”

After a moment, he answers, “No, I do not believe I take after her.”

Having only heard of her ladyship, you cannot confirm or deny whether that is a fine thing or not. The dance continues in silence once more, and you have resolved to not speak to Mr. Bang anymore. His sullenness is beginning to affect you, and you refuse to let him ruin the rest of the night. As you pass Ryujin who is directing Mr. Hwang to the correct position, you exchange a look of sympathy with her. There are more miserable partners than yours, however strange that may sound.

“What would you give a sister for her birthday?” he suddenly asks. “You have four, and I seek advice for what to give my own.”

The thought of Mr. Bang having a sister flummoxes you, but even more astonishing is the warmth in his voice. You have never heard him speak to or of anyone in such a manner, not even Mr. Lee who seems to be his closest friend. He adores her very much, you realize.

“It depends on which sister.” You do not know if Mr. Bang knows all your sisters’ names, but that does not prevent you from listing them all. “For Yeji since she is the eldest and my favorite, the embroidered handkerchief I have been working on. Lia sings often, so new sheet music for her. Chaeryeong would want a book of poetry, and I saw Yuna admiring a bonnet in one of the shops in town, so a new bonnet for her. How old is your sister?”

“Ten years my junior. She will be sixteen.”

“Yuna is nearly sixteen, so perhaps your sister would like a new bonnet.”

“Thank you. I shall consider it.”

His haughty tone belies his gratitude, and your cheeks flush with indignation. However, you nod back, wondering why you initially answered so goodnaturedly. You could have misguided him completely or at least teased him for being unaware of his sister’s taste, but instead you were perfectly cordial. He is the one who misled you.

He does not attempt to strike up another short conversation, and you do not either. It is a waste to spend your words on him. You dare believe that he scoffed when Mr. Hwang knocked against his shoulder. While you normally would be the one to do the same since your cousin declares himself an uncannily excellent dancer when the opposite is true, you can hardly stand anymore of Mr. Bang’s pomposity.

With as much cheer as you can muster, you finish the dance in good spirits and try to not to seem too eager to leave Mr. Bang. You curtsy and thank him for the incomparable honor of being his partner, but before you can separate from his presence, he asks if you may accompany you for a refreshment. He is determined to provoke you.

“My friend requires me, sir,” you say with faux disappointment. “I beg your pardon.”

You hurry away to Ryujin who is entertaining Mr. Hwang’s demonstration of a one-person cotillion by clapping rhythmically. When she sees you, she says something to Mr. Hwang and walks over to you. As the two of you take a turn about the ballroom, you exchange recountings of your own partners.

“He is a suitable partner,” Ryujin remarks, “not nearly as disagreeable as you described. You ought to give him a chance. The poor gentleman is so nervous, all he can talk about is his patroness.”

It is indiscernible whether she is serious or not. “I would rather dance with Mr. Bang a second time. Long-winded speech is more insufferable than an awkward air.”

“Be careful unless you want him to overhear. He stares at you a great deal, you know. Far more than he should if he truly disliked you.”

“He finds me barely tolerable. He is watching me because he truly dislikes me. Come now, let us forget about our horrible partners and find someone else to dance with. I refuse to let them occupy my mind at such a merry ball.”

But they cannot escape your mind, for you still owe two dances to your cousin, and he will only stop pursuing you once you have fulfilled your mother’s promises. After the first one with Mr. Hwang, you declare that you need a refreshment, and this time, you truly do. The punch is strong, remedied with gin to keep its enjoyer lively for the duration of the ball.

“How are you faring?”

You swallow one last mouthful of punch and set your cup down. “Mr. Bang. Perfectly well, thank you. If you have come to me for more birthday gift ideas, then you will find me unsatisfactory. I am afraid that a lavishly trimmed bonnet is the best that I can suggest.”

“Do you not think that it is too frivolous, especially for a girl of her age?”

“Frivolous!” you cried. “Please tell that to my mother. What is less frivolous than protecting your face and neck from the sun? So long as she uses it, I see not how it would be. Yuna certainly wears every bonnet she owns.”

“And what of Miss Hwang? What is she like?”

His eyes land where Yeji and Mr. Lee are, smiling as they chat with each other. She danced with him twice, you remember. Twice! For a brief moment, you forget about your anger as you take in her joy.

“Yeji is the kindest, most wonderful person I know. She is generous and sweet, with hardly any malice in her. What is your design?”

“If I recall, you once said it was difficult to be everything at once.”

“Difficult, not impossible. Some are more blessed than others, and some more unfortunate. It is our family’s great fortune to have a dearest daughter and sister like her. I do not pretend to understand why she is so lucky, but I will not tolerate anyone who has such objections. Would you not feel the same about your own sister if someone had suggested something deplorable about her?”

“I would.”

“Then we are in agreement. A rare instance, so let us delight in this moment.”

You hope that it will be enough to deter him from talking to you further, but Mr. Bang is resolved to have the last word. “If we are truly in agreement, will you accept if I ask for the next dance?”

“You intend to prove me wrong, but I also have a game: I shall accept only if we have a proper conversation, and from our last acquaintance, that has shown to be your weakness. If you wish to withdraw, I shall harbor no ill feelings.”

“Then let us delight.”

You fully expect to tease him mercilessly, but it is quite a shock to you and the rest of the attendees when Mr. Bang begins to share his favorite books with you, unprompted. His taste and yours do not differ much, and you no longer know what to make of him.

Evidently, neither does the rest of Hertfordshire because the word the following day is that the two eldest Hwang sisters have caught the fancy of two of the county’s most eligible gentlemen when surely only one has.

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808airsoftbros · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

Vampire Tales (Vampire Idols X Male Reader)

The Vampire Creed

The Vampire Hierarchy

The Contract (Yves) (S)

Under The Red Hood (Natty) (S)

Life of Two Vampire Queens (IU/CL)

Painful Ressurection (Lusi Zhao)

Kpop Vampire Reactions/Preferences (Vampire Idols X Male Reader)

Vampire Aespa Reading You a Bedtime Story

(G) I-DLE As a Vampire Clan

Fromis_9 as Your Vampire Mothers

Vampire Jung Sisters as Your Vampire Mothers

Kiss of Life's Reaction to you Getting Hurt

Lovesick Yanderes Stories (Female Idols X Male Reader)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.I (Shen Xiaoting)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.II (Shen Xiaoting)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.III (Shen Xiaoting)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.IV (Shen Xiaoting) (Coming Soon)

The Literature Club (Blackpink)

Obsessive Step Mother (Bae Suzy)

Oneshot Stories (Female Idols X Male Reader)

Along For The Ride (Nakamura Kazuha)

Hospital Love (Karina)

A Day With Huh Yunjin (Huh Yunjin)

The Half Engine (Blackpink)

Fight for Survival (Soojin)

Spicy Stories (Female Idols X Male Reader)

Tight Pants (Huh Yunjin)

Tight Pants Pt.II (Kim Sohee/Giselle/Karina)

Irresistable Temptations (Miyeon/Sana)

The Contract (Yves)

Unlikely Love (Female Idols)

Fitness Trainer (Kim Seolhyun)

Under The Red Hood (Natty)

Who's the Bustiest? (Female Idols)

Reactions/Preferences (Female Idols X Male Reader)

My Wives’ Reaction To You Getting Harrassed At Work (Haseul/Nana/Vivi/Miyeon/Yeojin)

#kpop masterlist #masterlist

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alcoholfreenayeon · 3 months

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Angst April

It is my first time doing something like this so please be kind and patient 😭❤️. Any suggestions will be appreciated!

1) Bittersweet: Nayeon x reader

2) Love is: Yeji x Reader

3) Cruel: Mina x Reader

4) I.N.V.U: Taeyeon x Reader

5) Blame it on me: Dahyun x Sana x Jihyo

6) Don’t call me again: Chaeyoung x Reader

7) Kitsch: Yujin x Reader

8) Kill this love: Jennie x Reader

9) Choices: Yunjin x Reader

10) See you later: Jennie x Rosé

11) I will make you cry: Karina x Reader

12) Where is love: Soyeon x Reader

13) Change: Minnie x Reader

14) Expectations: Yuqi x Reader

15) Mirror: Yeji x Ryujin

16) One kiss: Seulgi x reader

17) You: Winter x Reader

18) Free fall: Ryujin x Reader

19) Yes No Maybe: Bae Suzy x Reader

20) I’m unhappy: Karina x Winter

21) Better Judgement: Wendy x Reader

22) Life’s too short: Karina x Reader

23) Burn the bridge: Chaewon x Reader

24) Nightmare: Irene x reader

25) Blue Blood: Wonyoung x Yujin

26) Playing with fire: Lisa x Reader

27) Hard to Love: Rose x Reader

28) Perfect World: Momo x Reader

29) Rewind: Sana x Reader

30) I miss you: Wheein x Solar

#angst april #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop angst

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ifeelsounsure0 · 2 years

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The First Day

Bae Suzy x M! Reader

Fluff

WC: 4937 words

“What's your name?”

“Bae Su-Ji. Nice to meet you.” She grabs your hand in a firm handshake and tucks a loose strand behind her ear. “You can sit by me if you want.”

“T-thanks.” You catch yourself staring at the cute girl before you sit down. Her delicate features, soft porcelain skin, and slightly pink lips make your heart skip a beat. The white dress shirt and black tie seemed a little too formal for the first outing with a school organization but still complimented her complexion beautifully. A deep breath prepares you to sit down before suddenly her hand grasps your wrist, and she pulls you into the seat, scooting closer.

She smiles and “accidentally” grazes her elbow against yours before saying, “You were taking too long to sit down, and I promise. I don’t bite.”

You scoff but fail to hold back a smile as she passes you a menu. “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” She watches while you flip through the menu for something to eat. Nothing caught your eye, it was just an array of sushi and lots of rolls, but you just couldn’t seem to decide on one. “Don't know what to get?”

“There are just too ma–”

“Hello. I noticed that you just got here, so I can take your order now, and hopefully, it'll arrive with the rest of the table.” He wipes off his wet hands on his apron before taking out a notepad.

“Um, sure.” You scan through the menu again, looking for something special, only to see the basic: tuna, salmon, yellowtail sushi, and then some specialty rolls.

“Just in case you wanted to know. My favorite is tuna,” Suzy smiles and points at the bluefin tuna on the menu.

You shake your head and continue looking through. After another few page turns, you sigh and hand the waiter your menu. “Could I have the bluefin tuna, please?”

“Of course,” he smiles, scribbles your order onto his notepad, and grabs the menu. “I’ll have that out for you in a bit.”

Once he disappears into the kitchen, you look down the long table to see a few classmates engaged in an arm-wrestling match, others on their phones. Suzy, meanwhile, leans over the table, her eyes trained on your hands. “Is something wrong?”

“Hm.” Her eyes meet yours for a moment before moving back down. “Nothing’s wrong. I was just— I don’t know, looking at something.”

“Well.” You move your hand until her eyes meet yours. “If you want to talk to me, at least look at me. I'm not that hideous.”

“I didn't say you were hideous.” Her hand traces down your arm. “Actually, if you were to ask me. I think you're pretty cute.”

A crimson blush rises onto your cheeks, and your heart races inside your chest as you scramble for something to say.

“You seem flustered,” she laughs and nudges your foot underneath the table. You open your mouth to say something. “Don't tell me I’m cute either. I've had like twenty different guys tell me that already,” she sighs and looks down the table. “Basically, all of them have. How about you, though? The magical twenty-one. Are you gonna be different?”

“You didn't even let me finish what I was going to say before making an assumption.” You click your tongue and shake your head, watching as she stares at you more intently with a curious expression. “I was going to say… the uniform is pretty cute. It does wonders on you.”

“This?” She looks down at the white dress shirt and loosens her tie. “I came from a uniform school, so it seemed like a cute outfit to wear on the first day.”

“Ah. I like the colors. They’re–”

“Hufflepuff.” Both of you say it simultaneously and burst into a fit of laughter, Suzy leaning onto your shoulder to cover her face.

“There you are!” A voice comes from behind you, and you turn around to see your classmate Fei. “Seems like Suzy’s been keeping you company.”

“Oh, yeah. We’ve just been talking.”

Fei nods her head before softly sighing, a flash of annoyance appearing on her face before she smiles. “Come over to our table. Mark and Lucas are taking everyone to the party later today, and you should come along.”

You scratch your head and look at Suzy, her expression now sullen and lips pursed as she stares at her glass of water. “I think I'll pass today. I've got some work from Professor Campbell that I need to do.”

“Okay then. I'll see you both next week.” Fei leaves to head back to the other table.

Once she's out of earshot, Suzy nudges you with her finger. “How do you have work from Professor Campbell when it's just week one?”

“I’m his research assistant, so there's a little work as we start getting ready for labs. It's just a survey about his class so far,” you smile.

“So you're saying that a ten-minute survey is going to keep you from going to a party?”

“Well… parties aren't really my scene, so I was just gonna come tonight and then leave.” You take a sip of your water. “What about you? I thought you would go with Fei.”

She shakes her head, staring at the water in her glass. “I don’t like parties that much either. Too many annoying boys.” Her expression sours as she sees one of the boys from Fei’s table come towards you. “Speaking of annoying boys.”

“Aw, come on, Suzy. Don't do me like that.” He gives her a weak smile before extending his hand out to you. “Dong-Hyuk. Nice to meet you.”

“A pleasure.” You grasp his hand in a firm handshake and slightly smile. “You’re Biz-Econ?”

“How could you tell?”

“There's a certain energy you all give off.” As you let go of his hand, lines to reject his invitation to a party run through your head.

I’m busy tonight, so I can’t go.

Sorry, bro. I’ve got homework.

Parties just aren’t m–

“So, do you want to go?” Dong-Hyuk pushes you on the shoulder to get your attention. “I can’t get that many people in, but you seem pretty cool, and….” He comes closer until he’s right against your ear. “Fei thought you were pretty cute, so she wants you to be her plus one.”

You let out a sigh and glance at Fei. Her eyes are trained on you as she waits for your response, but when your eyes meet, she quickly looks away, a slight blush on her cheeks. “Yeah, um. I think I’ll pass. Have some work to do and—” You look around for another good excuse. “I think me and Suzy were going to do something after this.”

There’s a stifled laugh beside you as Suzy jams an elbow into your ribs before smiling at Dong-Hyuk. “Yeah, we were gonna go watch the football match together.”

“The football match.” His gaze shifts between the two of you before he sighs and shakes his head. “Next time then.” He squeezes your shoulder.

“The football match?” you smile. “I didn't pin you as a football fan.”

“I only really follow one player, so I don’t know if that qualifies as being a football fan.”

“Let me guess. Son’s your favorite player, so you follow Spurs?”

She takes another sip of water and nods. “I guess you're just able to read right through me, aren't you?”

“Lucky guess.” A satisfied smile forms on your lips, and you glance down at your hands. Your fingers move along the small calluses formed from mornings spent in the gym.

Then there's a clang to your right, and you look up to find the waiter setting down plates of sushi to be passed down the table. “One salmon, six tuna, one bluefin, two yellowtail, one dragon roll, one caterpillar, and one udon.”

“Thanks.” You give the waiter a polite nod once he sets down all the dishes and disappears back into the kitchen before you feel a soft nudge.

“Give me the dishes,” Suzy mouths and grabs the salmon plate. “Who got the salmon!” A hand raises further down the table.

“Who gets salmon?!”

“Yah! Salmon’s better than tuna!”

Suzy smiles to herself and slides the plate to the boy sitting beside her. “Min-Hyuk. This one is Ji-A’s, the girl in the white blouse.”

“Sure.” He takes the plate from her and continues sending it down the line.

“Next! Tuna!” Five hands go up, and Suzy passes it to each of them.

Eventually, she's left with just one plate of bluefin left, which she slides between the two of you. “And this one is for us,” she smiles and takes one piece off your dish, setting it on her plate.

“Us?” You look at your small plate of sushi, now a quarter gone already. The tuna has a slight sheen on top with a few slices of onion that contrast with the vibrant red of the fish.

“Are you going to eat, or am I just going to stare at you all night?”

“Maybe I’m okay with just having you stare at me all night,” you tease before picking up a piece of sushi.

“Cheers!” Suzy dinks her piece with yours before placing it into her mouth. “Mmmmm.” Her shoulders move up and down in a cute dance while she closes her eyes and slowly chews the fish.

You almost forget to eat your piece, content with watching her eat. Once she finishes, she grabs another piece from your plate and raises it towards your mouth. “I can feed myself.” You bring your chopsticks to your lips only to have them moved aside.

An amused sigh leaves your lips, and you let her place the piece onto your tongue. It’s soft, succulent, and different from anything else you’ve ever had.

“Well?” Suzy stares at you as you finish the last of your sushi, her chin resting on her hand, back turned to the rest of the table. “How was it?”

“Not too bad,” you smile and take a piece from her plate. It’s not quite as meaty and is a little saltier. “No wonder you took one of mine. That’s not nearly as good.”

“Yeah, I know, and I don’t have to pay twice as much for it.” She snatches another piece from your dish, emptying the plate. “And… now it seems like we’re done before everyone else.” There’s a coy smile on her face before she spots Fei’s table leaving together, and she breathes out an annoyed sigh.

“Guess we’re going to watch the football game tonight, aren’t we?”

Suzy glances down at her phone. “If you want to make it in time, we’d better get going. The game starts in half an hour.” Climbing out of her seat, she taps Dong-Hyuk beside her and waves goodbye to him before the rest of the table starts waving and saying goodbye to both of you. “It was nice meeting you all!” Before you know it, she grabs onto your wrist and drags you to the cashier. “We were at the large table, but we have to leave early, so we’ll pay first.”

“Sure. What did you have?”

“One bluefin and one tuna.” Suzy goes through her purse and takes out her wallet, but you calmly pull her away from the card reader and insert your card into the slot.

“I’ve got it,” you whisper in her ear and nod at the cashier. There are a few mechanical clicking noises as the receipt prints out before the cashier rips it from the machine and passes you a pen to sign.

“Have a good night, then,” he says with a smile once you pass him the receipt.

‘Thank youuu.” Suzy grabs onto your hand and drags you out the door. Once you step outside, she glances down at her phone and shows you the time. “We have twenty minutes left. Any ideas?”

The air is slightly cold outside on a lovely spring night. Students walk around in small packs, moving through the college town on a Friday evening en route to a party or the basketball game. Suzy looks up at you, her beautiful doe eyes undoubtedly entrancing. You notice her take a deep breath as she begins to shiver. “I have a friend who works in the local bar. If you don’t mind the smell of alcohol, we can watch there,” you say, slipping off your coat before draping it over her shoulders. “Wear this. You’re shivering.”

“Thanks.” She holds onto the inside of the coat with her hands, bringing it closer to her body. Her cheeks are flushed a rosy red, and she huddles closer as you lead her to the bar.

The bar bustles with people, older students, some TAs, and a few that looked mysteriously like some of your classmates. Your friend stands in the front and notices you right away.

“Ji-Hoon!” You grab his hand and pat him on the back. “Can we go in? We’re kind of in a rush right now.”

“Sure, bro.” His eyes follow Suzy as she walks inside, but he stops you for a second. “Already on week one?” he whispers, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Just a new friend,” you say, giving him a pat on the back before you follow after Suzy.

“I’m here!” Her voice rings from across the bar, and you find her in a small booth with a good view of the TV. “We made it just in time,” she says, pointing at the screen as the lineups are introduced.

“Just barely.” A sigh leaves your lips as you sit down beside her. “Your favorite player is playing.” Your eyes follow the number seven in white as he runs up and down the pitch. Both sides have a unique style of play, fluid, graceful attacking football from Spurs and defensively consolidated football from Arsenal.

After a few changes in possession, Arsenal steal the ball from midfield and launch a run down edge of the pitch. It only takes a few moments for them to move the ball into the feet of their lone midfielder. A sharp breath comes from your side, and Suzy’s hand grabs onto yours as Ozil gets one-on-one with the goalkeeper before curling a shot to Lloris’s right. When the ball hits the back of the net, you can feel Suzy's head against your shoulder, a frustrated sigh leaving her lips.

“Why didn’t I support a team with an actual defense?” she mumbles, content with not watching the celebration. Spurs kick off the ball again, but Suzy continues to lean against you, her hand still holding onto yours.

“It'll be okay. You still have the best attackers in the league.” After a short run of play, you move her off your shoulder and whisper, “Let me go get a soju or something.”

“Yeah, sure.” Her fingers unlace themselves from yours. “Do you want me to go with you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

Your heart beats nervously as you approach the bartender, his attention focused on another patron before he looks towards you. “What can I get for you?”

“A bottle of soju.” He opens the fridge behind him. “The lychee flavor, please.”

The bottle clinks down onto the wooden countertop along with two small shot glasses. “It'll be ten dollars.”

You can feel your heart race as you slide your card across the bar. It slowly gets faster and faster when he rotates the card between his fingers. “You just turned 21?”

“Ye-yeah, just a few days ago.”

He nods and glances toward Suzy sitting by herself at the small table. She’s staring at both of you, obviously wondering what's taking you so long to get back. “Your girlfriend?”

“No. I just met her a few hours ago,” you smile shyly and glance towards her.

“Hurry back!” she mouths, motioning for you to sit back down.

“Well… you’d better get back to her.” He hands you back your card and gives you a quick wink before moving to another patron.

You let out a relieved sigh and grab the bottle between your fingers. “Sorry that it took so long.”

“Hurry up and sit down! We’re on the counter!” She doesn't even wait for you to set the bottle on the table before she pulls you down beside her and leans against your shoulder. “Oh, wait, a cross! Yes!!!!!” Her hand grabs onto your shirt, yanking you up as half the bar erupts in celebration. “We’re tied! We tied it!!!”

“Yeah, they di–” You feel her arms wrap around your waist. Each beat of your heart becomes more apparent with every passing moment. “Su-j–”

“O-Oh… sorry. I got too excited.” She quickly lets go of you, her lips in a slight pout, before sitting back down as kick-off begins again.

You nod and slide her a drink. “Care for a shot?”

“Yes, please,” she smiles and holds the glass with both hands as you fill it to half full.

“Cheers!” Your glasses dink together before you down them in one go.

“Another one?”

“Sure.” You patiently wait as she fills your glasses to the brim. “Isn't this a bit muc–”

“Cheers!” She holds her glass up and eyes you expectantly.

An amused sigh leaves your lips, and you fail to hide your smile as you take another shot with her. “No.” You grab onto her wrist before she pours another glass. “We can have as much as we want if Spurs win.”

“Deal.” Her cheeks are flushed, the smell of alcohol mixing with her scent of lilacs as she pulls you down and leans on your shoulder. “Don't even think about taking back that bet.”

“Sure.”

The game continues the same as before halftime, a defensively solid Arsenal side repelling constant attacks.

The clock ticks past the 85th minute, and you stack the shot glasses, confident you could leave without having another drop of alcohol. Suddenly, Arsenal turnover the ball at the halfway line, and Kane gets the ball at the edge of the box.

With a pleased smile, Suzy unstacks the glasses and opens the bottle, not even looking at the screen as the ball rifles into the top corner, and the bar erupts for the second time.

“Godda–”

“First of many.” She slides the glass towards you. “That was a good game.”

“Yeah.”

Her empty glass slams back down on the table. “I just realized that we haven't done the regular introductions yet, so what's your major?”

“Undeclared at the moment.”

She laughs and refills both glasses. “I'm a finance major, so I'm taking classes with Dong-Hyuk and all of them.”

“So that's how you know them.”

“Mhm.” Another shot down. Her cheeks are a bright red as she sifts through her purse for her phone before she quickly opens it and pulls up Instagram. “Do you have Insta?”

“Yeah.” You quickly type in your username and follow yourself as a notification instantly pings your phone.

She starts to scroll through your page. “You only take nature shots. Actually, I really like this one.” It's a photo you took from a small island in the center of a lake that you swam out to. There's a beautiful cool hue that accentuates the blue of the water and the brilliant sky while darkening the mountains in the backdrop.

“That's one of my favorites too.” You take your phone and open up her Instagram. Skuukzky. There are various photos of her with her friends back in Seoul and a few more recent photoshoots, with the photographers and magazines tagged. “You model?”

“Yeah. I used to do commercials back home, so my agency booked me for a few shoots while I’m in school.” She eyes you as you continue scrolling through her account. “And you’re the first person I’ve given my Insta to!”

“What?”

“I don’t give my social out to anyone.” She points at her low following count. “I try and keep it a secret from people around me, so please...” Her finger goes over your lips. “Don’t tell anyone about it. Please.”

“Yeah, sure.” You grab the bottle of soju to pour yourself another glass but turn it over only to find it empty. “How much did you drink?”

“I must’ve finished the bottle by accident,” she pouts. “Sorry.”

You shake your head and stack the shot glasses on top of each other before standing up. “Let me take you back to your room.”

Suzy slides to the edge of the booth and holds onto the table as she shakily stands up. “I must’ve had a bit too much to dr–” You grab onto her once she takes a few steps and loses her balance. “It’s fine. I can walk by myself.” She pushes you away and tries to take a few more steps, only to lose her balance again.

“I’ll help you back.”

A cold breeze blows past as you step outside, more than cold enough for your breath to form a cloud whenever you exhale. “D-damn, it’s s-so c-cold,” Suzy shivers, holding her yellow cardigan closer.

“Just keep my coat for tonight.” You tremble and wrap your arms around your body, the air feeling far chillier without the extra layer. “What dorm do you live in?”

“Haines, so it’s pretty far. You don’t ha—”

“It’s not a big deal. I can walk you up there.”

After a few tense moments, Suzy sighs. “If you really want to….”

Not knowing how to respond, you just nod and let the conversation descend into silence.

The moon looks beautiful tonight. It was already higher than the city skyline, full and a brilliant white, the only source of light in an otherwise starless sky.

It wasn’t much different in the city around you. The black streetlights that wound on the path up the hill were dim, a few ominously blinking on and off. There wasn’t much color either. The patches of grass were a drab green from lack of rain, and all the flowers had begun to wither from the unusual cold.

Once you step underneath the brightest streetlight, Suzy suddenly stops and grabs onto your sleeve. “Am I hard to talk to?”

“No.” You look at her, slightly puzzled. “Where’d you get that idea?”

“It’s just… we’ve walked half a mile, and you haven’t even looked at me, let alone spoken to me,” she says nervously, her eyes locked to the ground.

“No, it’s just….” You run your hands through your hair and nervously suck in the air between your teeth. “I’m not the best at talking to people. Sorry.”

“No. No.” She waves her hands and shakes her head. “That’s not what I meant. I just thought I was hard to talk to.”

“Don’t worry about that. I actually really like talking with you.”

Suzy freezes and cups her face before mouthing something to herself. “Yeah. I like y— talking to you too.”

“Perfect.” You quickly tuck her arm into your and tug her up the hill. “Let’s just get back first. I’m freezing to death.”

“Let’s run!”.

“Wha—” You’re caught off guard as she removes her arm from yours and grabs your hand. “Su-j—”

“Hurry up!” she laughs.

The sight of her takes your breath away. How her hair blows to the side whenever she looks back, her brilliant smile whenever she laughs, the slight rosy tone of her complexion accentuated by the moon’s white light.

Once you’re about halfway up the hill, she suddenly stops and leans on your shoulder. “Maybe, we shouldn’t have run.”

“A little early to be out of breath,” you chuckle, pulling her forward. “Come on. We have to get you to bed.”

She shakes her head and slips her hand out of yours before running off the path.

“Where are you going?!” You follow after her through the small paths of your dimly lit school.

The moonlight shines off the tall brick buildings while the white roses perfume the path with their lovely aroma. It feels magical in some sense, almost like a fairytale. The charming prince chases after his future bride underneath the brilliant light of the moon through a maze of roses. Even the faint sound of her laughter as she dashes just out of reach sounds melodic.

Then as you run past the school of music, the sound of her beautiful laugh dies out and turning the corner into the sculpture garden, you’re left breathless.

Her hair flows over one shoulder as she stares at her reflection in the fountain. The moonlight reflecting off the water gives her an aura of light emanating from the pool. There’s a slight smile on her lips as she drags her hand through the water, her eyes totally focused on the reflection beside her.

“Stopped running?”

She just nods and waits for you to sit down before taking her hand out of the water. “Maybe the alcohol’s finally getting to me.” Her voice is soft, barely louder than a whisper. “Sorry for making you run so much. Now it’ll be even more tiring to get back.”

“Nah, it’s fine.”

You place your hand into the water, the cold doing little to wake any more of your senses, but drawing lines feels awfully amusing. Her hand follows behind yours, tracing the exact star shape you’re drawing. Suddenly, you feel a few droplets of water on the tip of your nose and look up to see a gleeful smile, her finger just barely touching your nose. “Boink.”

Her cute laugh fills the night air again when you push against her finger again. “Boink. Boink.”

“What was that?” she laughs before closing her eyes as your wet hand touches her nose.

“Come on then. Make the sound.” Your fingers lightly pinch her nose, occasionally pulling her from side to side.

“Oink!” Her voice is nasally and comedically pig-like, making you burst into a fit of laughter as you let go of her nose.

She has a slight pout on her face once she opens her eyes. “Yah! You annoying jer—!” Her hands push on your chest as hard as she can.

It wasn’t a hard shove, just unexpected, so all you see as you fall back are her wide eyes as she tries to grab your hands before feeling the cold fountain water soak your back.

“I’m sorry!” She pulls you out of the water and pats her hands over your shirt. “It’s so wet.”

That’s what she said. “It’s not that cold.” You start unbuttoning your shirt.

“What are you doing!” Her hand quickly covers her eyes, and she turns away.

“I have a T-shirt underneath,” you laugh and take off your outer shirt. “Could you get my coat?” She hands you the coat which had been sitting beside her the entire time. “This should be fine,” you say, putting on the coat before quickly glancing at your phone. “It’s almost one already. Let’s go back.”

“Yeah.”

She doesn’t say anything else and dusts off her skirt. Her eyes are glued to the ground, and she avoids your gaze.

You take a deep breath, and your heart starts to beat faster at the thought of what you want to do. After a few moments of silence where she continues to avoid looking at you, you grab onto her wrist and pull her towards the dorms. When she feels your hand, she stares at your hand wrapped around her wrist before looking up at you. “Just so you don’t run off.”

“S-Sure,” she stammers, a crimson blush appearing on her cheeks, accentuated by the white light of the moon as you lead her back through the school.

From there, it’s a few minutes before you reach the buildings at the top of the hill. A few students are still wandering about, returning home in their party outfits, reeking of alcohol. No one seems to bat an eye as you drag her up the hill to her dorm.

Eventually, after a few flights of stairs and a few close calls with her almost tripping, you make it to the roundabout in front of her building. You then quickly let go of her hand but don’t move from her side. “You should go in then.”

“Don’t you have something you want to ask me first?”

You meet her eyes, an expectant look on her face. “I don’t think so.….”

A long sigh leaves her lips, and she rubs her temples. “Give me your phone.” She holds out her hand. When you don’t put it in right away, she grabs it from your pocket. “Must I do everything? Passcode?”

“0-1-0-2-0-3.”

There’s a slight smile on her face as she enters the code. She then quickly pulls up the dial pad and enters her number. A short ringtone to the tune of Fur Elise confirms it’s the right number before she starts entering in her contact information. Bae Su-Ji. New Best Friend. “Typically, when you have a good date with a girl. You get her number. Why?” She hands you back your phone. “It’s so she remembers to go on a second date.”

“Than—”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, dummy. Chemistry. I’ll be in the second row to the right. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” She has a cheeky smile as she stands there for another moment, looking up at the sky. Her foot taps against the ground to the fast rhythm of your heart. Suddenly, you feel her lips press against your cheek and your heart beating out of your chest before she pulls away and dashes into the building.

Note: Long time no see everyone. Hope you’ve all been well. I remember I promised that this fic would be out last week, but I ended up holding it back for a little longer to flesh it out. Hopefully, the extra time and effort was worth it and you all enjoy it. Anyways, I wouldn’t have been able to do this without the help of @kaedewrites, @a-casual-kpopfan, @gangplanksorenji, @v1ntrix, and @midnightdancingsol. All of them are amazing and I couldn’t have been able to do this without them. As for what I’m planning in the future. Maybe a few more installations of FL in a row, but we’ll have to see.

P.S Thank you @pfxhk for the inspiration with the photos. This one is for you.

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yes no maybe - b.chan 18+

» b.chan x fem!reader » smut, slight angst, pwp » exes to lovers, one-sided enemies to lovers » language, explicit smut (specific smut warnings under the cut) » wc 8.7k » summary: saying you don’t ever want to see chan again would be overdramatic and irrational. saying you don’t want to go back to him however is an entirely different story. » a/n: we aren’t talking about it okay. title from the song ‘yes no maybe’ by miss bae suzy the lyrics fit the fic rather well <3

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smut specific warnings: public sex, semi-public sex, car sex, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple play, impregnation kink, marking, oral sex: f, multiple orgasms, cum eating, size kink, hair pulling, some dirty talk, petnames (darling, baby girl, sweetheart, princess once), some possessive themes, slight degradation (reader @ chan), praise, something of a hand/finger kink in there i kinda blacked out

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It’s not that you absolutely despise the man currently sitting across from you now, in this cramped and far too small cafe. Nor are you terribly annoyed by his presence even though you didn’t plan this little outing with him — frankly, he invaded your private time by deciding to sit in the armchair across the low table with his own coffee in hand. You were of half a mind to kick at his shins but the table is too low for you to reasonably do so without spilling your own drink and knocking his laptop off as well. You aren’t that kind of cruel, even if you mean to be a bit of a bother.

Seeing him now is nothing particularly new, at least not in your opinion. You see him around quite often all things considered, and seeing as the two of you work at the same place it is only inevitable that you bump shoulders here and there. At your favorite niche little coffee shop however? Absolutely not. Which means he followed you here.

“Can I help you with something?” You inquire as one of your legs crosses over your other knee. The position is a defensive one of course, with your arms brought up to cross over your chest and all, but your sudden guest pays your shortness no mind.

“Just here to grab some coffee and get some work done,” he replies through a sickeningly sweet smile that’s coupled with deep dimples pinching valleys into his cheeks. You force your gaze to the window on your right and stare out at some squirrel trying to steal a lady’s muffin. If you think too deeply about it — which you’re begging yourself to not do — you’re certain you would feel the ghosting sensation of his soft lips across yours, along with the gentle caress of his hands down bare skin.

You squeeze your eyes shut to push those fragmented memories out of your head.

Perhaps there was a time when you tolerated Bang Chan a little more than you do now.

That’s neither here nor there because right now it’s all down to the man who occupies the seat a little ways away from you and you are begging yourself to have an ounce of self-control and restraint to keep from doing something you regret. It’s more likely that you’ll say something unnecessarily hostile in your efforts though.

“You working on the installation piece for next month?” He leans forward enough to glance over the lip of his own computer and at the notepad you have splayed out on the table. Quickly, your hand slaps down over the paper in a poor attempt to conceal your designs there. To no avail, of course, because your hand can’t cover the whole paper on its own, and Chan, in his neverending bout to see you squirm, flicks his gaze up to meet your fiery one. The glint in his eyes is twofold: knowing and teasing. You swallow down the insult fighting to breach your lips.

“No peeking,” you say instead, nose wrinkling as Chan leans back with a loud laugh. “Amanda doesn’t want us to collaborate until next week.”

“Playing goody two shoes now won’t do you any good, baby girl. You forget I’ve seen all your dirty little secrets behind closed and open doors.” His posture is lackadaisical in a way, nonchalant just for the sake of pissing you off, and you know that because it’s become something of a default stance for him to take for the past several months now. Or if you’re being more specific, since you broke things off with him.

“Then let’s talk about why you followed me here.”

“Me? Following you? Hardly.”

Your lips curl into a frown, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by your companion, but you ignore his stare in favor of picking up your notepad once more. Pen in hand, you draw your knees up onto the seat to keep Chan from seeing any more of your work.

“Do you wish I was? You need me to want you to get off at night or something?”

Your composure fractures a hair. Knuckles bleed white, and you whip your chin up to glare holes into Chan’s forehead only to be met with the same irritating gaze as before.

“Don’t,” is the only threat you can muster without fully cussing him out here in public.

“Maybe I was following you. Just a little, to see where you scurry off to during project breaks. Hyunjin says you always go to the same place, so I had to see for myself. And what do you know? He was right.”

“Hyunjin is a fucking snitch.”

“You still wanted to fuck him, didn’t you?”

A low blow, by Chan’s standards, although you can’t blame him for it.

Maybe at the end of the day all the anger you direct towards Chan is simply a result of your own missteps and faults months ago. There’s still a myriad of reasons floating through your head about what pushed you to the decision, along with what was going through your ex’s head as he agreed so readily and without a second thought.

“And I did, thanks. It was wonderful.”

“I can tell based on how you don’t speak to each other anymore. Although… I guess that tends to be a trend with you and your boytoys, doesn’t it?”

You slam your foot down on the tiled floor so hard that it echoes a bit and startles the customer at the table just adjacent to your little corner. Before you can even part your lips to spit out a retort, Chan is speaking again.

“Why don’t you talk to me anymore, y/n? Thought you promised there was no bad blood between us.” His tone is still soft and amiable, enough to make drop your defense a hair and settle back more comfortably in your seat once more.

“Isn’t that how it always is?” you mumble. It borders on the bitter side if you’re being honest with yourself. “Anyway, Hyunjin is the one who stopped talking to me. After I told him I didn’t think it was working out. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Could be. We promised to stay cordial after all.” Chan shrugs and brings his laptop to rest on his knees. He won’t look at your face now, yet you’re almost grateful for that.

“I don’t think cordial entails telling you the details about my past relationships.”

He dares to look at you then, but you drop your eyes first. He pushes his laptop to the side without explanation then gets to his feet and steps away from the chair and table. You nearly believe he’s just going to up and leave like that, abandoning his belongings with you without rhyme or reason. He turns when he reaches the edge of the counter and heads right back towards you though. Upon reaching you, he breaks out into one of his stupid trademark grins that never fails to make your stomach do backflips. He juts a hand out into the space between your bodies.

“Hi, y/n. My name is Bang Chan, I believe we work in the same department under the same creative lead, Amanda Wang. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you hiss out between gritted teeth. It’s easy to slap at the offending hand dangling in the air before you. Even as you smack him away, Chan laughs like you’ve just told the funniest joke known to man. He collapses back into his previously-occupied armchair, still laughing without a care in the world. “You only came here to embarrass me, is that it? Am I just supposed to never show my face here again, you twat?”

Chan grins wider.

“Come on, that’s not really what you wanna call me. Put a little more fire in there, baby.”

You ignore his request in favor of checking the clock on your phone. Half-past three. If you walk back now, you’ll be at least ten minutes late to check back in with your team leader.

“Great and now I’m late to getting back to the office because of you.”

“I drove here,” Chan says. He’s still smiling.

“Isn’t that convenient?” You sneer in return, almost hating the arrogance rolling off his shoulders.

“For me, yeah. Don’t think I heard myself offering you a ride though.”

The nerve.

Your lips part in disbelief while Chan just leans forward as he closes his laptop. His tongue pokes out between his lips, and you catch a glimpse of that little ball of metal that rests at the center.

“Could beg for it…” he pushes the device back into his messenger bag, maintaining the same cocky eye contact with you all the while. “Or I’m sure Hyunjin would pick up the phone if you called.”

It’s then that you recall exactly why you had ample reason to break things off with Chan, and why you weren’t the one solely in the wrong over the course of your relationship.

Three slow blinks later, you’re packing your own bag with an annoyed huff and a sting to your eyes that’s humiliating at best.

“I’d rather risk being late. Thanks though.”

“A-Ah, y/n, I was just kidding! You don’t — there’s no need to beg, I’ll give you a ride back.”

For whatever reason, his insistence stops you in your tracks, and you pause to look into his eyes for any sign of more insincerity. You find none. It’s the only reason you let yourself agree.

“No funny business, Chan, I was already late once this week because of traffic.”

He throws his hands up and shakes his head almost immediately.

“You have my word.”

For all that’s worth, you say to yourself rather than out loud because you aren’t keen on picking a fight when he’s already rubbed salt in a wound that hasn’t fully healed yet.

There’s a sort of familiarity as you follow him out of the cafe and to his dingy pick-up truck that he’s had since well before you met him. The kind that sends you back several months and plunges you into ice-cold waters of what you used to have with him before it all ended in a mess of gasoline and flames. The same feeling pesters you as he pulls the passenger door open for you and keeps a hand near your lower back just in case you fall because you always had a tendency to slip on the running boards. The plan you had to give him the silent treatment on the ride back to the office goes out the window when he settles into the driver’s seat beside you.

“I’ve tried, you know. To call Hyunjin. Or just text him. Kinda hard when he’s got my number blocked.”

Chan wets his lower lip and plugs the keys in without saying anything. That silence persists for longer than is comfortable, and you start to backtrack when it gets too unbearable.

“Forget it, what am I saying? You don’t even care about my relationship with him, you’re probably happy that I’m mis—”

“I’m not. I’m not happy that you’re upset or that you’re hurt, especially when I know you’re lying when you say you were the one to break things off.” He twists the keys, and the truck revs to life. The radio blasts something by The Weeknd over the speakers, something new and recent that you had half a mind to send him a text about when it dropped because sharing music with each other used to be oh so frequent in your lives. The music thumps through the vehicle, loud and grating against your ears like you’re in a club rather than a car, and you find yourself staring over at Chan yet again.

The blue tone to his hair is fresh, something you noticed about a week ago when he first got it, and if you dared to be perfectly honest you’d have no issue admitting how damn good it looks against his skin tone. Other than that, he’s not really changed. Not that you expected him to — you see the man five days a week in the office, it’s not like he’s just drastically changed overnight or anything but still. A big dumb dangly silver hoop hanging from his ear to match the chunky bracelet around his wrist to match whatever tough-guy aesthetic he’s always gone for (it’s a farce to you; you know him better than that, you know that he’s a softie under all those layers). It shouldn’t surprise you or catch you off-guard that he’s visually no different from the man you used to know so well. But here you are lamenting what was and the way things are now because perhaps part of you knew that talking to him like nothing had changed would make those old, buried feelings spring up without any effort on your part.

The way he drives infuriates you just as it used to as well, simply on account of how damn distracting it is for you. One hand clenching the steering wheel tight enough to make his knuckles shift with even the slightest movement, the other drumming over the center console in time with the beat of the music.

You suppose you can only be grateful that he’s not pestering you for more information about the relationship just after him or whether there had been others along the way. He probably knows there was no one else except for Hyunjin already; it’s rather hard to keep a secret from a man you work with when your team is so full of gossipers.

“You going to the company dinner Friday night?” he asks instead, both catching you in the act of ogling his hands and abrupting bringing your thoughts to a screeching halt. You’d forgotten about that precious little thing. Company dinner means seeing two of your exes in one place, which you aren’t particularly keen on, but work comes before pesky relationship woes. All you can do is hum a small noise of approval for several seconds.

“Kinda have to, don’t we?”

“Eh, don’t think Amanda really keeps track by the end of the night. Going to the new club downtown, remember?”

You’ve done well to avoid such outings for a long while now, at least the ones where you knew at least one of your exes would be present, so you’re of half a mind to play the avoidance game yet again to preserve yourself from making bad decisions.

“I’m driving myself if you need a designated driver.”

“You know I don’t like getting drunk,” you say through a half-smile, one that Chan mirrors without looking over at you.

“If you need a ride then.”

It’s firm and final right then, both the fact that you are most definitely attending the club night this week and that you’re allowing yourself some room to make some god-awful decisions that same night.

⇷ ♡ ⇸

It’s already well into the evening by the time you show up at the bar with one of your other coworkers on your arm. She’s already had a bit to drink, considering how she’s giggling and clinging to you like her life depends on it, but your stomach has been flipping over itself and causing you nothing but pain since noon hit. The option to call out sick lingered in the back of your head. You shot it down without second thought; it isn’t that you really can’t help yourself, simply you’re already in this deep. Why would you back out now?

Mina leaves your side the second you get inside, which is only mildly concerning because you catch sight of your boss on your left, and seeing her catch the other clumsy woman is reassuring enough by your standards. You migrate closer to the bar at the same time with your fingers tugging loosely at the hem of your black dress.

“Your boss ordered drinks for the whole night. Feel free to ask for anything on the menu,” the bartender tells you as you settle your hands on the wood. You give a small nod in reply and blink down at the paper he slides your way.

“They’ve got your favorite.” A new voice, cold and unwelcome, along with a hand that moves to settle on the other side of your body even though the newcomer stops on your right side. His arm is long enough to wrap around you without him being fully pressed into you and if that wasn’t clue enough, he’s also not built the way Chan is. Too tall, too lanky, too familiar as well though. “The Leg Spreader.”

“How clever. Did you look that one up before you came?” you mutter back, pushing the paper forward as you shrug yourself out of his caging grasp. “Just an Old fashioned is fine, thank you.” You twist to put your back to the lip of the bar, and in a desperate attempt to ignore the man lingering beside you, you blink around the club for anything that’s more interesting than him. It’s rather packed, but that’s to be expected for a Friday night, and you can hardly see through the mass of bodies under the club’s strobe lights. All the more shocking for Hyunjin to be wasting away next to you.

“You finally toughen up, doll?” Hyunjin settles beside you, almost seeming to accept his defeat in not pulling a bigger reaction out of you. “Boring.”

“You wasted enough of my time, don’t you think?”

“Oh come on, we both got what we were after, didn’t we?” His elbow knocks into your side like it’s merely a jest, but you’re rolling your eyes and looking the other way before he can laugh in your face. “It’s just that one of us wanted a little more than what was offered.”

You’re second-guessing your drink choice now, and something that hits harder feels a lot more tempting now. Maybe shots? Shots are always a good idea, right?

“Night’s barely begun, Hyunjin, let’s not ruin it yet. Find me later if you wanna argue.” He’s clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth a moment later, then pushing off the bar right after. It’s clue enough that you’re about to be free of his presence in the very least, so you turn back to the bar to check on your drink. You should know better than to think that he would leave without getting the last word in, however, because you’ve barely thanked the bartender before Hyunjin’s voice is hitting your eardrums again.

“We both know who’s gonna be playing that game later, and it surely won’t be me. Try not to embarrass yourself in front of the whole club like you did last time.”

The hilarious (or disheartening depending on how you view it) part is that the man has every right to say such a thing and you can hardly be mad at him for speaking the truth. Better to suffer a little humiliation from him now rather than by a whole crowd of people later.

“y/n, y/n!” Mina is back on your arm, grabbing onto you as you nurse your drink, and with her comes your boss. “Let’s go dance, please. Don’t wanna dance with strangers alone.” You don’t have time to glance over at the other woman with you before Mina is tugging you away from the bar. Amanda simply waves you away and takes the spot you just occupied by the bar, no doubt ordering a drink for herself in the meantime.

Mina brings you to the outer edge of the dance floor, where the crowd isn’t as thick, and you’re grateful for that much. The slightly shorter girl drapes her arms around your neck in an attempt to support her own weight as she starts to sway in time with the thumping bass of the music. You aren’t much of a dancer yourself, so you simply let her take over and try your best to match her rhythm even if it’s stilted and awkward on your part. It isn’t long before she’s pressing up into your space to shout over the music.

“I saw Hyunjin corner you at the bar! I’m sorry.” Her tipsy pout is genuine enough, and you appreciate it for what it is because she knows: the on-off relationship you had with Chan prior to fooling around with Hyunjin and the catastrophe that was that relationship with Hyunjin both. “I don’t see why he can’t leave well enough alone. Annoying ass.” She huffs through her pout then tips her head back to look at the ceiling. “I bet if you got on with some other guy tonight he’d finally realize you aren’t trying to get in his pants anymore.”

There’s no use trying to reason with her when she’s already this far gone but part of you wants to argue that he’d only view it as something desperate and lame on your part, and you don’t quite feel up to banging a stranger tonight either. The only shame is that Chan has yet to make an appearance.

Mina dips further back and knocks her head into someone’s chest, a rather tough-looking someone at that based on how he’s dressed in a tight black turtleneck and a leather jacket to overlap it. But then you’re looking up to his face to find strong features and a head of blue hair that glows a little under the club lights. Hardly someone tough after all.

“Care to take her off my hands?” you ask over the thrum of the music. Chan laughs as he weaves around Mina’s flailing limbs.

“Rather dance with you, if I’m being honest.”

Ah, this is dangerous.

Unfortunately, you can’t just abandon Mina here alone to chase some dick, no matter how good or big it might be.

Then again, Chan seems to have other plans. He wraps himself around your other side, stepping behind you without quite laying his hands on you yet, and you think he’s about to grab your waist when his breath kisses the shell of your ear.

“Is it alright if I touch you?”

A sharp inhale, and you’re already falling into the intoxication that always comes with Chan. He’s wearing your favorite scent, the cologne you gifted him last year for his birthday, and that alone is ridiculous to the point of hilarity.

“Go for it, big boy.”

He hums at that, but you moreso feel the vibrations rushing through his chest as he presses up against your back. His large hands push around your waist to settle on your abdomen. One quick glance down and you feel yourself swallow around nothing, not because of how low his hands are against your body but rather the way the tips of his index and middle fingers can overlap with how he’s holding you.

Mina’s lost herself in the music now, and it’s clear that she has no intention of tuning back into any sort of conversation you might try to have with her. So, you throw your head back against Chan’s shoulder and twist to press your mouth close to the curve of his jaw.

“You’re a menace.”

“Was hoping you’d call me a dumb bastard, darling.”

A laugh breaches your lips, but it sounds more sarcastic than anything.

“There’ll still be time for that later, I’m sure.” You hadn’t meant to say that out loud or to fall into Chan’s whims with such practiced ease either. Yet here you are, ready and willing to sign yourself over to a repeat of the more pleasurable parts of the relationship you had with him. He’s so insufferable you’d almost rather smack him upside the head and cuss him out for ensnaring you with such little trouble. You’d probably have to knock yourself out in the meantime to keep from being hypocritical on top of that.

“Miss you,” Chan murmurs against the spot just underneath your ear. The riskiness of your position has your head swimming. Mina is still in front of you, still trying to encourage you to dance like Chan isn’t seducing you right before her eyes. You’re also still on the outskirts of the dance floor and not far from the bar. Your boss no doubt sees the whole scene unfolding at the same time. Hyunjin is nowhere on your mind, not even to flare up the old flames of I hope he sees this, I hope he misses what he had, it’s just a dizzying blend of Chan, Chan, Chan. “I miss the way your body feels under me, on top, when you’re riding me, the pretty sounds you make…” His lips press a daring kiss to your skin, one that’s a little hesitant and aims to test the waters. You’re oh so receptive to his advances, keening into the touch without care. “Miss the way we fought.”

You laugh again, and once more it’s ironic and insincere.

“You can’t possibly miss that.”

“More than you think.” Chan dares to be more bold in the way his lips brush across your neck, and he inches the neckline of your dress down at the nape of your neck with his chin just to kiss there. The metal on his tongue is warm as he drags it over your heated skin. “You always let me fuck you so nicely after we fought. Called me such pretty names as I went down on you like it was all I was good for.” A scoff escapes you.

“They were hardly pretty. I called you useless and pathetic more often than not. But that’s what you liked, wasn’t it?”

Chan shrugs against you, and you can feel his softly exhaled laugh blossom over your neck.

“Loved when you were mean to me, yeah, it made me feel like I had something to prove. Always wanted to fuck you harder and better because of it.”

“You wanted to prove your stroke game was passable at best,” you murmur, pulling a hand up behind your head to latch onto Chan’s hair. Your fingers push through his locks and find purchase there. A tug and a pull later, and the man is groaning into the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Someone who merely wanted to be my friend again wouldn’t be acting like this.”

“When’s the last time you got laid?”

“It’s been… a while.”

“Lemme fix that.”

“C-Chan.” Your breath stutters as his hands start to wander over your abdomen. The resolve you were clinging to so desperately is in absolute shambles by now, and it’s taking every ounce of willpower to not abandon your friend right here and now to go off to some corner of the club. “Not n-now.”

“Not now. But sometime tonight, yeah?”

“Cocky bastard,” you huff out, but you’re smiling through the words nonetheless. “You’re taking me home, aren’t you? I recall some himbo offering me a ride.”

“That’d be me.” Chan’s hands retreat to your hips, thumbs lingering to rub circles over the fabric of your satin dress. It does nothing to curb your wanton desire for him. If anything, it makes the desire to check the time and calculate how early you can leave without making your boss upset even stronger. “Cocky bastard and the eager to please himbo. Don’t discount my hard work, baby girl. Just wanna make you feel good.”

“Shouldn’t be that hard for you now, should it?” You drag your hand lower, slipping past his shoulder and moving down until it rests between your ass and the front of his pants. The bulge resting against your palm is indication enough about how aroused he is already, and you can’t keep your laugh to yourself. “All this from some sweet talking? Baby, it seems like you’re the one who needs to get laid.”

The soaring feeling in your chest heightens as Chan growls into your skin. His fingers tighten, and he pulls you closer to his body as best he can. You squeeze around his half-hard member at the same time, clenching his pants and underwear under your fingers. Then you’re pulling away from him in the blink of an eye and softly grabbing hold of Mina’s arms to steer her off the dancefloor. You can hardly focus on making sure she’s alright with Chan pressing his dick against your ass at the same time. Better to drop her off with Amanda instead of trying (and failing) to divide your focus. Chan moves with you, and his hand lingers near the small of your back as you push closer to the bar.

“Amanda, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to head out early,” you announce upon pushing Mina into the seat beside your boss. “Some girl stuff just hit me unprepared and I left my medicine at home. Is it alright if I run home?”

“Knock yourself out! This one’s just for fun anyway, you don’t have to stay!”

“I offered to drive her home if that’s okay,” Chan adds, leaning up on the balls of his feet. Amanda blinks between your cool and collected expression and Chan’s flushed cheeks for a few seconds. You’re almost certain she sees right through the ruse, but then she grins from ear to ear and waves a dismissive hand through the air.

“Ever the gentleman! Take good care of her for all of us.” With that, Amanda sends you both a little wink then shifts her focus to Mina’s slouched form against the bar. You don’t have to try hard to grip Chan’s wrist and pull him towards the exit; not with him trailing after you like a lost puppy. You barely make it to his truck in the parking lot before he’s taking control again, hands snaking up to your waist and pushing you to the nearest solid surface, which just so happens to be the dirty exterior of his truck door. You open your mouth to complain about the treatment, only to have Chan’s lips invade your own with just enough pressure to steal the breath from your lungs. It’s been far too long since you tasted him, and even now it’s something sickeningly sweet on his lips. You lap at it like its pure candy, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth just to nip at the skin and feel his weight shudder against you.

“Overachiever,” you murmur into his mouth as he pulls back just enough to look at you. The grin he sends your way in response is coy, only heightened when you hear the click of the car doors behind you. “Mine or yours?”

“Backseat.”

“Chan, I’m not letting you fuck me in a club parking lot,” you whine.

“Just let me have a taste then. I don’t think I can wait until we’re at your place.” His gaze finds yours for a mere moment, but the need is flashing across his features in that same second. You truly can’t help yourself.

“Aw, Chan, isn’t this a bit pathetic? If you needed me so badly all this time, I would’ve taken care of you.” You press up into his space, forehead knocking against his hard enough to make your noses bump together. “Do you want me to take care of you, baby? Need my pussy to get off?”

“Maybe I do,” he says back without missing a beat, and then his hands are shifting lower to tuck under the curve of your ass. He speaks with such certainty too, like it’s a fact you ought already know, and you can’t quite recall a time where he didn’t beat around the bush before admitting what he wanted. “Or maybe I’m fine with letting you use me to get off too.” He holds you to the side as he yanks open the door to the backseat, and there’s a thrum of anticipation under your skin, rushing through your veins with enough speed that you’ll probably pass out if you move too quickly. Chan tests that theory with his next question as it has you whipping your head towards him so quickly the world spins in your vision. “Think you can ride my face here?”

“Oh my god, are you serious?”

One corner of his lips pulls up enough to flash a dimple.

“Come on, it’s all I’m good for really.” You know that his arrogance is all bluff, unlike other men you’ve brushed elbows (and less appropriate parts) with because at the core of it all Chan might like being degraded some, but he craves the validation and reassurance that comes right after.

“Okay, move, you bastard, or I’m gonna lose my mind on you for good.” Chan laughs as he scrambles his way up into the backseat, and you’re hot on his heels as he lays himself out across the length of the cushions. “At least your height is good for something,” you quip once the door snaps shut behind you. His hands brush over the bare skin of your thighs right after, and whatever further jabs you had on your mind dissipate like dust in the wind because of his hands — his stupidly big hands that spread over your legs with maddening heat. You can do nothing but stumble forward on all fours as he urges you up his body with those same hands. They wander higher the closer you get to his face, pads of his fingers pushing up under the hem of your dress until they can latch around the lace of your panties. A whimper (one that you tried to bite back) escapes when he yanks the fabric down over your ass and thighs roughly.

“Now can I take care of you?” Chan asks from between your legs, hands settling on your ass once he’s got your underwear wrapped around only one ankle.

“Please.”

You anticipate the first drag of his tongue through your folds, but it’s a sensation you’ve been utterly robbed of for months so it catches you off-guard. The tip of his nose shoves into your cunt as he pushes his tongue lower, and that alone has you throwing a hand down into his dark blue locks for just a bit of purchase. Head thrown back, you toss yourself over to the electrifying pleasure he’s pushing into your body. The string of words that leaves your mouth next is an odd cacophony of curses and his name muttered in quick succession. You can’t very well look down at his face right now without melting on the spot either because he has such a knack for staring so intensely up at your expression while going down on you like this. Your other hand grips the headrest closest to you, nails digging into the cushion with the same fervor that the one in Chan’s hair has.

The first flick of his tongue has your body curling in on itself, with an embarrassingly loud moan to accompany it.

“Fuck, just — just like that.”

Chan hums into your cunt like he’s trying to speak through you. It simply sends a rush of pleasurable vibrations through you, and you tug harder at his hair as though it will do any good.

“So good, you’re so good, Chan, please.” He delves deeper into you at the encouragement. Nose brushing hard against your clit, you feel the stud through his tongue rub up against the inside of your walls and just about fall apart right then and there. You don’t want to reach your high now, not yet, not when you’ve barely had him, but the way he’s urging your hips to follow the motions of his wet muscle isn’t doing you any favors. You fear you might cum all over his face like this without any warning. Your thighs quiver around his head, and that’s what ultimately makes you blink down at him — simply an effort to see whether you’re choking him out or not. Unfortunately, you’re met with a lust-filled gaze that is drenched in arousal strong enough to make your own gut rush to match it. There’s a challenge in his gaze, the kind that’s teasing and urging.

You gonna cum?

“Yes, p-please, you insufferable bastard, make me cum like this.”

Do you like it?

“It’s so good, love your tongue in me, please don’t stop.”

Chan pulls your hips forward with more urgency as your muscles start trembling even further, and it’s the brush of his nose over your clit that finally sends you careening over the edge. Your body seizes atop him as white-hot pleasure surges through you. The only thought running through your mind is Chan and how damn good he feels even after all this time, and you don’t even have his dumb cock in you yet. Another whimper pushes past the seam of your lips. The man underneath you slowly rubs his palms over the tops of your thighs, easing you down from your high like not a day has passed since the last time he did this. You let him shift your positions until he’s got you seated in his lap rather than on his chin. It’s easy to wrap his broad body up in your arms, rake your fingers through his hair with more gentleness this time, and simply catch your breath in a daringly intimate moment. He’s kissing you now, and you can taste yourself on his lips, but it’s not a bother when he sucks your tongue into his mouth to explore deeper. Your grip on his head grows firmer as you become more desperate to taste him further. You can’t keep your hands from wandering either because it’s been too long since you got to have him like this, to feel his body under your fingertips. Even through the clothes, you seek to explore the lines of his body from width of his muscled shoulders down to beneath his jacket where his raised pecs sit and even lower to his solid abdomen and the pretty thickness of his waist. You crave him in an absolutely carnal way, want to unravel him with just your hands, yet you want him to do the same to you.

You’re just cum, and the sneaking lust for more is already budding in your gut.

“Your place is closer than mine,” you murmur into his mouth. He pulls off your lips with a wet pop. There’s a little string of saliva that dangles down from his lower lip that you’re tempted to kiss off.

“You sure?”

“I’ll stay over,” you reply, plucking up the courage to brush your thumb over his mouth instead. “Just for tonight.”

Just for tonight is a bold dip into something you know you’ll have to address later, but Chan thankfully doesn’t choose to press the topic for now. Maybe in the morning when you wake up in his bed and stumble to the kitchen to find him cooking those damn domestic breakfasts he loves prepping for you.

You ease off his body to crawl into the passenger seat, kicking your underwear off onto Chan’s lap with a laugh and a giggle that bursts from your chest without thought. He’s close behind although he suffers a lot more trouble than you do thanks to how much stockier he is, but when he crawls up into his own seat (thankfully without kicking the horn on the steering wheel) he tosses your panties back into your face.

“Hey!”

“They’re yours, baby girl.”

“I don’t expect to need them later,” you grumble back without much heat to your tone. His hand falls over the center console to rest on your thigh, and you nearly shove him off in a huff before you decide to let him have his way for now.

At some point on the drive, you realize that you’re being far too obvious in the way you’re staring directly at his side profile. It’s also likely apparent that you aren’t really staring at him with unhinged sexual desire either, but moreso something wistful. Part of you hates that you missed this so much, missed just being in his presence and surrounded by him in such a way. But perhaps there’s some weight to the saying that what goes around comes around, and this thing you had with Chan — whether good or bad — is swinging back in your direction.

You intertwine your fingers through his as you climb the stairs to his apartment, leading the way even though it’s his home and not yours. Once inside the door, he’s pressing you up against the wood with a newfound fervor. Hands under your dress and pushing upwards without relent, until you’re naked before him with dress and bra scattered. He helps you remove his own clothes and throws them off to the side in a similar manner until he’s just left in his underwear and stupid little snowman socks that he’s wearing in the middle of autumn for whatever reason. You don’t have the time or energy to comment.

“How do you want me?” He asks against your lips, and you whisper your response in the same way.

“Want you to fuck me like you don’t know how to do anything else.”

“I’m yours then.” Chan laughs and it echoes a little before he’s lifting you up to his hips and securing your legs behind his back.

“Mine, huh?” That lifts your ego some, a feeling that he does well to intensify as his lips latch onto the unmarked skin around the base of your neck. You don’t stop him from leaving marks there, nor does he need to ask permission to do suck at the skin until it blooms with reds under his lips. The two of you knock into his cramped bedroom with no amount of grace. You hit the mattress with an oof and a breathy giggle that Chan swallows with a kiss as his broad form drapes down over yours.

“You’re mine too,” he says through kisses. You simply lay back and drink in his touches, humming to yourself as his lips kiss a path down your torso and between the valley of your breasts. Large hands come up to rub over your nipples. “All mine. You’ve always been mine.” His mouth lingers around your stomach, just below your chest as he continues to pinch your sensitive buds into firmness, then he’s pulling up again to latch around one of your breasts like that.

“Want your underwear off,” you complain through his ministrations, because as welcome as they are, you would much rather have the sizable package he’s keeping tucked away even now. “Want your dumb dick in me, Chan, come on.”

He laughs around your nipple, teeth still latched around the skin. You watch his gaze slide up your body to settle on your face. Then he tugs upwards harshly, drawing a loud moan out of you along with making your back arch off the bed.

“Anything for you, princess. I’ll give you anything you want.” He leans back off the bed to drop his underwear to the ground. Although you don’t see him moving for anything, you still rush to get your next request out before he can.

“Condom?” It comes out as a question instead accidentally.

“You want one?” He asks back.

“I’m fine without if you are.”

“Really been that long since you banged someone, huh sweetheart?”

“You’re one to talk, big boy. Don’t see you claiming a need for one,” you counter, pushing up onto your elbows to level him with a half-hearted glare.

“Maybe I’m good about using protection.” Chan shrugs as he leans down over you once more. He’s on all fours when you grab hold of his face and tug him towards your own with his cheeks pinched between your fingers.

“You never were. Liked it raw too much.”

He stares at your lips before teasing the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

“Just with you, darling. Always wanted to fuck you full of my kids after all.”

You’re laughing as you sprawl yourself out on the bed.

“Come on and actually do it this time then.” Mostly joking, the slightest bit serious, and some parts curious to see how much enthusiasm it’ll put in your partner. You’re pleasantly surprised when he rushes down to join you, hands scrambling to hook under your thighs, and he almost seems fully ready to fuck his dick into you right then and there with no assistance whatsoever. And yeah, you don’t mind a bit of a stretch, but you’ll flay him alive if he tries to take you without at least a little lube. “Get the lube, dumbass, we don’t need to be going to the emergency room because you got too eager and tore my vag open.”

“You can’t — ugh, you can’t say things like that and expect me not to lose my shit.” Chan lets go of you to rifle through his bedside table. You nearly coo at the pout on his lips.

“Such a good husband you’d be, darling. So eager to do your job and get me pregnant.” It’s not even your typical brand of dirty talk, not the first thing you go for or an idea you’re particularly into but Chan’s enthusiasm is endearing enough to make you want to tease him.

“That why you want me to go in raw so badly?” His quip comes with the click of the lube cap, and you wait for him to squirt some onto his palm before you dare to respond, just in case he loses his shit and spills it everywhere.

“Just like when you fuck me full of your cum actually.”

To his credit, he goes absolutely still for a good four seconds before he’s slinging curses your way and muttering about some insane woman in his bed that he can’t get enough of. You welcome him back between your legs with a grin on your lips, locking your ankles on the small of his back as he slicks up his thick length.

“Ready for me?”

“I’ve been ready, you’re the one over here taking your sweet time like there’s no rush!”

“Well, I did make you cum before we came here. Figured that would stave you over a little.” You huff and slide a hand up to cup the back of his neck.

“You and I both know that I’m a bit insatiable.”

“Good for me since I’m so… what was it you used to say? Virile?” His cock teases your folds now, rubbing along your wet slit with no hurry, but you can see his fragile resolve about to snap. You sink back into the mattress as he brings his hands down to rest on either side of your head.

“Have at it then, babe, show me how good that stamina is.”

He drives into you slowly despite your jab, although you’re more than a little thankful for that because the stress is more than you remember and he feels a whole lot thicker than he looks.

“Your cunt miss me that much? You’re taking me right in already,” Chan teases. If you didn’t know that he’s simply trying to distract you from the worst of the stretch, you’d probably reach up to smack him upside the head. He sinks in fully, hesitating inside you to wait for your breathing to even out and become steady once more. “You were made for my dick, yeah?”

“Other way around, love, your cock was made for me.”

He drops his forehead to yours with a shaky huff, a testament to how much restraint he’s showing in not moving yet. That little inkling of wanting to tease him endlessly floats up in your head again, but you shove it to the side in favor of chasing your own pleasure as well as rewarding him for giving you so much already tonight.

“’m ready, I can take you.”

The kiss he leaves on your forehead is far too intimate, but then again your position is much of the same.

Chan pulls out to the tip then drives his cock back into you with one sharp thrust. He searches for a pace like that, thrusting into you with a series of stuttered pumps into your tight walls before he finally settles on a steady rhythm. He rolls his hips against you, and his eyes don’t leave your face for a second until he sees your expression contort with pleasure. The first knock of his cockhead into your sweet spot has you seeing stars.

“Feel good?” he grunts out between thrusts.

“So good, so full. Hngh, Chan, you’re so big in me.”

“Want me to keep going?”

“Yeah, just like that, please keep fucking me just like that,” you moan, pushing your head further back into the bed as your back arches up into his wandering touches over your chest.

“Look at you, as pretty as ever… taking my cock so well. Don’t care what you say, you were made for it. Take it too well for me to think otherwise.” His words sort of drift in one ear and out the other, but it truly becomes white noise when one of his hands wanders down to rub circles over your sensitive clit in time with the drives of his length inside you.

“O-Oh, fuck.”

“Is it good, baby? Am I fucking you well?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t — don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“Want my cum in you? Can fuck you so full it’ll spill out of you, just tell me what you want, pretty baby.”

“Make me cum,” you whine. You reach down to grab at his hand, but he knocks your offending fingers away with a quick swat then returns to rolling quick circles over your clit. “Please, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cream on my cock then, baby, I’ve got you.”

Your body seizes with a second bout of euphoric pleasure, but this time Chan doesn’t wait for you to recover; he fucks you through the motions of your orgasm, thrusts growing more and more erratic with each passing second until he’s about to burst himself.

“Can I cum in you now, darling? Gonna give me my reward and let me fuck you full of it?”

“Cum for me, Chan, please?”

It’s either the feeling of your walls pulsating around him or the little plea in your tone coupled with your watery and unfocused eyes that sends him spiraling, but he joins you like that with his cock twitching inside you as he fully buries himself in your heat. Your pussy milks him for all he’s worth, still fluttering while he spills his load into you. You can’t even find it in you to be bothered when his arms fully give out on him and his weight drops atop your body. All you have the energy to do is wrap a hand around his head where it rests just above your chest and run your fingernails over his damp scalp.

“If you bleed blue hair dye on me, I’m never letting you hear the end of it,” you murmur through your exhaustion.

“Mm, it’ll wash off in the shower. Just lemme… lemme enjoy this a little first.”

“You can enjoy it after we shower.”

“Nah, you’re all warm inside, don’t wanna move yet.”

“You’re gonna get it up again if you don’t get out of me now though!”

Chan lifts his head off your chest and blinks up at your pouting expression. There’s a fondness in his eyes you can’t place, and it probably comes with an emotion you’d rather not name.

A problem you can worry about later since the man seems intent on being a menace even now.

“Then we simply have round two in the shower.”

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a/n: i have no defense for myself... pls look away from my moment of weakness i won’t tell if u guys don’t... we can forget this happened....

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