#fuck this company fuck jype
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Chan's room being cancelled, Hyo hate articles being spread around with no pushback, Yeji, Lia and Ryujin all having weird dating rumours thrown around left and right with no protection anywhere in sight as recently as today I'm so fucking pissed off
#snowdd.txt#delete later#there's probably shit I haven't even heard about like#fuck this company fuck jype
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i’m grieving channie’s room like it’s the death of one of my family members
#honestly fuck this company#he’s working himself to the fucking bone for them and they do this#and the fact that we had to learn that through a damn fansign too? no explanation allowed?#i just hope chan doesn’t blame himself#jype just lost a big part of what made skz special to many people and what brought many stays to stayville#i’m so fucking disappointed and sad rn#I’ve had hope for the last 3 months… but guess I shouldn’t have#people who have chan’s bbl —> please send him lots of love and encouragements; remind him he didn’t do anything wrong and that stays will#always love him and stay by his and the boys’ side… please please please send him and the boys good vibes and messages#as if life wasn’t hard enough already#i (we) just lost sth I (we) looked forward to every week and that did so much good for stays and stayville in general#ig I just miss him dearly#almost every time when I could watch I shed tears during the screen hugs bc it just felt so good#ily chan; stays love you never forget it#stray kids#bang chan#chan’s room#channie’s room#lia.txt
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having jiwoo hoist the chorus onto you because they know you were wanting her to mani tank again grrrrrrr GRRRRRR
#LITERALLY OH YOU LIKED EXPERGO YOU LIKED JIWOO WELL HERE SHE IS BITCH#i hate this fucking grouppppppp#i literally cannot believe this shit is coming from jype like i can now that i know what the squ4d lady is like#but not knowing she was even at that company or who she was and then nmixx happening to me#literally knowing my situation being an orbit ruined everything forever#AND I LOVE IT WHICH IS THE WORST PART
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Your analysis of Ten as a dancer was so accurate and illuminating, thank you! SM have four of the best dancers in kpop - so that's Ten, Taemin, Kai and who?
shotaro!! i've talked about him a bunch before, sm fucking scored with him
#hilarious to me that sm is 'the vocal company' but they can spot talent like a fucking shark#jype is actually the 'dance' company but sm has the true standouts#also remember when i said we were gonna get news about the new unit at the end of the year? well!#nct w#shotaro#text#answers
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did some very serious research and found out that kpop would be nothing without sm entertainment
#listen. ik we all hate every single company (and for good reason bc lbr they all suck)#but just think abt it. sm has shinee and exo and red velvet and nct and girls generation and tvxq and aespa#and then all those groups have subunits or soloists and if we also count subsidiaries sm also has infinite and golden child#theres just so much music that belongs to sm entertainment and like almost all of it is so good#and sure jype has twice and stray kids and day6 and itzy who give us lots of cool music too#but then you have like yg where it's like wtf are they even doing?? their most memorable artist is bp and they dont put out any new music#and hybe kinda fucked up by having bts as their only artist for so long even if they now finally also have other groups#so really out of the big companies it's just sm who actually know what theyre doing And have more than like three artists gjdgdjfhd#idk where im going with this but sm just has so much good music and i like that abt them lol
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Ok im calling 💩💩 on these album pre-orders
#bc who the fuck buys nc t dre am#let alone that many#even 17 and s k z numbers are???#you can explain away 17 with millions of album version#but like none of these grps have a big enough fanbase to pull these numbers#and neither the gp cares enough to buy it#so what gives#and this is just sad?#whats the point cheating the system#for clout??#you just KNOW any foul play is by their company#but will impact the group at the end#man i really hope s k z will leave jype because they could do much better without
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❥get you alone (m)
↳ In which your new job as the company financial advisor makes one thing loud and clear: the no dating the talent policy is one that is quite frequently disregarded.
bang chan x fem!reader — coworkers to lovers, idolverse, forbidden romance, explicit sexual content. [6k wc] cws: alcohol consumption, penetrative sex (unprotected), creampie, rough sex, Chan wants it bad-bad, Bang Chan has a Big Dick.
Starting the new job in the summer would be good.
This is what you told yourself when you begrudgingly hauled all of your belongings across Seoul in the blazing heat, for a move that took all of fourteen hours – from start to finish, and even with the help of some friends. It didn’t feel like it would be good then, but you had to hold onto the self-imposed reassurance that it would eventually be good. Autumn was right around the corner, after all, and a shiny new loft apartment in an excellent spot in town was hard to say 'no’ to, especially given the salary increase you were taking on to top it all off.
Your friends constantly prodded you with jokes the whole day about how lucky you were – to be working alongside idols. You insisted that this were hardly the case as someone working in finance of all things. Not exactly the glitz and the glam of microphones and high heels. You insisted that the chances of you meeting anyone all too often were slim to none, much to their displeasure.
You wanted that to be true. You genuinely thought it would be.
After all, that was the case at the previous companies you worked for as a temp financial advisor – you didn’t see much of anyone that had been on television. You could count the times you had run into someone famous in the hallways of your work place on one hand, and it was always simply in passing. Nothing exciting. Nothing to report. Taking on a full-time gig at JYPE – you had no reason to assume any different.
Three days into the job, you finally feel a bit settled in. Papers, pens, and comforting knick-knacks just in all of the right places on your desk – it’s a sign of a newbie for sure – someone not quite yet frazzled by the whirlwind of what the job would entail. Seated a bit in the back of the large office room, you hear the door open and the woman at the front most desk sighing exasperatedly – cautioning something about how someone can’t be here, but from the tone of her voice, it sounds as if this is not the first, second, or even third time she’s said the same – and only for it to fall upon deaf ears just as it seemingly had today.
“I just need to talk about the budget for the video,” you hear coming towards you – and you can’t see him yet, but you can hear him getting closer, accompanied by the sounds of other financial workers in the office shuffling about in an attempt to remedy the situation.
The situation?
“We have people for that, you don’t need to come and do it yourself!” the woman from the front nearly yells, but by that time, the man has just about reached your desk – and you’re a little worried about what it is that you might have to deal with right about now. What sort of absolutely nuts, disgruntled, higher-up is coming for your head already about a project that you’re not even filled in on yet?
“Yeah, but I like to do it my—”
The stranger reaches your desk finally, popping his head around the side of your cubicle wall to find something that apparently must be surprising to him, as it cuts his thought process off in an instant. You watch his brows furrow in confusion – not necessarily anger – but more so that he wasn’t expecting to find the sight he had found. His head cocks to the side suddenly, and he pulls himself into your field of vision entirely, still visibly confused by the fact that he’s looking at you.
“Y-yes?” you stutter out, completely frozen in place with uncertainty about what the complete fuck is going on right now in this office.
“Oh!” he exclaims, realizing now that the entire scenario is obviously absolutely bizarre to you. “Sorry, umm, so I guess the other woman doesn’t work here anymore?”
“Suppose…not.”
“That’s fine, I’m sure you can help me—”
But the woman from the front of the office finally makes her way to the back where the both of you reside. The mans face dropping and beginning to take on that of a childs who knows he’s about to get reprimanded.
“You don’t have to answer to him,” she says to you, but also sort of speaking to him as well. “Despite what they’d have you think, the idols don’t actually run things here. We have a particular way of doing things and Chris absolutely loves ignoring that.”
…The idols?
It hadn’t crossed your mind before, albeit, a lot was going on, but since the I-word had been mentioned now, a lot of things were beginning to come together now. He is quite good looking, and given how revealing his tank top is – appears to work out, as well. Nice skin, beautiful smile…a little short, but that’s okay.
“I’m just a guy!” the man you have now learned is named Chris retorts as the woman takes her leave, and he turns back to face you again, leaning his arm up against the wall next to you, “what’s a guy gotta do to get treated like a guy around here?”
“Probably not be famous,” you respond in sort of a half-giggle, trying to restrain the smile from your lips as you turn back towards your computer to finish inputting some data. “But if you need something, I’ll be happy to look into it. You came all this way after all.”
Chris catches the way sarcasm drips from your last few words and rolls his eyes, gently tossing the stack of papers he came in with onto a empty spot of your desk.
“Are you going to treat me like this now, too? The new girl already tainted, how tragic.”
“You asked, I gave you a legitimate answer as to why.”
“Mm, fair,” he nods, pushing his bottom lip out for a moment as he considers the fact – then quickly finds himself along a separate path of thought. “So, what’s your name?”
You tell him, he responds that it’s pretty. You find that more than a little bit annoying, given your awareness of the incredibly strict 'no dating’ policy among office workers in JYPE, and even more strict 'no dating the talent’ policy – one that lands your contract terminated if they so much as even suspect that you’re engaging in unsavory behavior with any one of the idols under their label.
Chris lingers about a bit longer before you finally look towards him again and tell him that you’ll take a look at the paperwork the next chance you get, which, despite not directly telling him to leave you alone, he does manage to take the hint and bids you farewell, that it was nice to meet you, and that he looks forward to your next meeting…to which the woman from up front once again responds, “you shouldn’t be in here!”
You think about this story often now – the story of how you and Chan met. It seems so cute and casual now, like a story that two children would tell about how they met on the playground because the little boy pushed the little girl into the sandbox…except now they’re thirty-five and married with three wonderful children. It only feels that way in essence, though, because while yes – your relationship with Chan was far from married with children, it wasn’t zero.
And that was a problem. Ironically, mostly for you, it seemed.
As the months carried on, Chan did indeed continue coming to your desk for all of his financial needs instead of going through the appointed channels put in place by the company. He eventually tells you that he does it this way because he feels more comfortable doing it himself – he knows who did it, and when, and whether it got done or not. He knows all of the steps, so if anything goes wrong, he knows exactly how and why. Easier to fix. It makes sense, of course, until the few times you have to call him for some unsigned documents and he tells you to come meet him in the studio, or the practice room, or even at the dorm.
It’s not okay, and the both of you know that. You find yourself very quickly sneaking around – hoping not to be seen on your way to your secret rendezvous with Chan – and not even for that. But certainly, that’s what everyone would think if they were to know.
You kind of wished it were the case, too.
And there had been a few nights where things got a little strange. A little out of line. Chan was a flirt, and you wanted to be flirted with by him. The occasional hand grabbing, or his hand placed at the small of your back as he passes behind you, lingering a little bit longer each time he does it – but nothing overt. If you were honest, you weren’t quite sure if chan was into you or not. He was never entirely clear about his intentions. While financials and paperwork had obviously, at times, fallen to the wayside and perhaps simply been an excuse to get you into the same room as him, he had never made a move, and never said anything that would indicate a completely inappropriate and – by work standards – illegal romance between the two of you.
That didn’t necessarily stop you from desiring it, though.
It took nearly a year before the wall showed a crack. The impenetrable Bang Chan.
“Can you come to the cafeteria with it? I’m trying to have dinner before I get back to work.”
You roll your eyes, shoulder and face craned to hold the phone in place as you type on the computer in front of you and sigh upon finding the time – already much later than when you were supposed to be out of the office and also well over your allotted overtime for the month.
But, it was Chan, and yeah, you were a bit soft for him and the few quiet moments you got to spend around him. Even if they didn’t mean anything. Even if they never would. A guilty pleasure – partaking in all of the things that you shouldn’t.
When you arrive, much to your surprise – Chan is the only one there. Being well past office working hours, it was prime time for idol working, and you think that you’ve never seen the place so empty before – although, if you were honest, you didn’t spend much time there, either.
Chan waves you over to his table, well into eating a bowl of mild cup ramen as you sit just ahead of him and place the stack of papers on the end of it. You take a moment to look around at the scenery – which perhaps isn’t much to him, but for a moment, it makes you consider what it must be like. To live life as an idol.
The man in front of you manages to mumble out a 'thanks’ in between eating and you assure him it’s no problem. In a moment of his looking away from you, you take in for a moment his features a bit more intricately. The bags under his eyes from restless nights and messy hair – the gray hoodie adorning him looking potentially slept in from the night before – and it’s a little charming. You know next to nothing about this man, but if there’s one thing you know, it’s that he works hard. Tirelessly. Selflessly. For the group of men he lovingly refers to as “the kids”.
“Can I ask you something? And you don’t have to answer if it’s too personal or anything,” you start suddenly, placing your chin in your palm and elbow on the table as you look across towards him. He stops eating, cocking an eyebrow inquisitively and hurries his chewing so that he can assess the question faster.
“Yeah, go ahead.”
“Do you have a girlfriend? Well, or boyfriend, I guess, didn’t mean to assume anything—”
And Chan snorts, looking down towards the table and grinning – and for a moment you could swear that he almost looks…embarrassed. Sheepish. Shy.
“No,” he says, ever so slightly shaking his head in response as well before looking up at you through his eyelashes, and it’s truly as if he’s self-conscious about the fact. “No I do not. Kind of hard to meet someone in this line of work.”
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little taken aback – both by the fact that he answered the question at all, and by – well, everything else about the interaction.
“Surely that can’t be true, you’re surrounded by beautiful people everywhere.”
“You see, the thing about being surrounded by beautiful women,” Chan starts, shoveling some more noodles in his mouth, chewing and swallowing before finishing his thought, “is that they are also surrounded by beautiful men.”
The implication of his response sound insane to you. Is he really implying that he’s…not?
But Chan doesn’t give you time you think it out much further, starting up another thought. “The truth of the matter is that I’m just too busy,” he says, wiping his face and hands with a napkin, crumpling it, and placing it on the tray in front of him before sliding it just out of the way of your conversation.
“Most days I work about fourteen, maybe sixteen hours? And that’s everything: any filming, recording, then there’s the producing I do as well, plus I’m on the business end of a lot of the things that we get to do, and then when I come home I’m still sort of dad even though they are, of course, plenty capable of doing things for themselves, but it’s just the position I’ve taken on within the group…I don’t have the kind of time someone would deserve, y'know?”
“Yeah,” you respond fast enough to show acknowledgment, but his words run through your mind for much longer than that. A man that takes on so much more than the average idol.
You’d have been lying if you said you didn’t think he was sexier now. That’s a problem. Especially because the next question out of your mouth is extremely self-indulgent, and perhaps even gives you away.
A woman of stronger might may have been able to avert the trajectory of this scenario. That woman was not you.
“You don’t even have anyone you like…just, see?”
Chan looks up at you slowly now, eyebrows tensed slightly together – and it’s not anger, but curiosity to match your own. It’s sort of a playful smile that purses across his lips as you watch the thoughts bounce around his head in real time – holding your facial expression perfectly as to not give even more away than you already had. He has to be the one to speak next or it’s doomed.
“What do you mean?”
Fuck.
It’s not what you wanted, because now you have to speak more. It’s not even like you’re offering, or extending the invitation as it were, you’re just…curious. Innocently curious. Completely innocently curious about where his dick has been lately.
“Like, a friend…with benefits? I guess?”
The man in front of you holds fast, continuing to stare at you for a moment before cracking up a bit again and shaking his head just as he had the first time you asked him something that, to him, is completely absurd.
“No,” and you watch as he cocks his head to the side suddenly and smiles an awkward smile into the table – knowing that he’s about to admit something even more humiliating than he already had. “It’s been quite a long time since anything like that.”
Oh, now you’re really intrigued. So much so that the allure of playing coy is completely thrown out of the window. You have to know everything, and now.
“Oh my God, how long?” you ask quickly, jutting yourself forward toward him as if he’s some sort of exhibit on display for your viewing pleasure, and he pulls back suddenly, still laughing, but obviously absolutely beside himself in sheepishness.
“Oh come on, really? Is it that hard to believe?”
“What!? Yes! Of course it is!”
“Why?”
“Because look at—”
It’s in that moment that you consider that this entire situation was a set up from the beginning, and not on your end. A sudden realization that all of the upper-hand you had thought that you had, never really existed at all. Had…Chan been playing you this whole time?
Chan sits back into his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and looks away with a smile, still shy, but obviously amused by the turn the situation had taken. Maybe it wasn’t a set up. Maybe it was just a happy little mistake.
“About three years, I just have other stuff going on, that’s all,” he finally responds to the originally intended question – before the derailment of what’s and why’s.
You choose not to respond, having already given far too much of yourself away to the discussion.
When Moa from the creative direction department celebrates her 10th year with the company, the higher-ups green light a huge party for it, citing her relentless contributions, hard work and loyalty. It’s your first time attending one of these anniversary parties, but you’re assured that most of them are not like this.
It’s one of the few times that the idols and the office workers mingle much. Given Moa’s direct work with the talent in particular, it’s expected for them to be invited to such a gathering, and despite it taking place at the company building, dress code is (not so) strictly enforced and everyone is told to “dress nice,” a guideline that works better for some than for others. If honest, not even you are particularly sure what this means – stuck somewhere between completely formal and business-casual, you simply decide on the latter…more or less. Something similar to the usual just above the knee length dress you would wear to work, but more casual, and a blouse with a bit more sheer to it.
When you get back to the building, it’s well past typical closing hours but the sound of a party is easily heard from even the lowest level. Nine floors up, the elevator dings and you step out with a bottle of wine in one hand and your bag in another – plus your eye out for Chan, of course.
And that makes you feel a little bit silly, yes, because this being an after hours party doesn’t make the company policies any more suspended. They are still very much in place.
But still, the joys of flirting aren’t to be ignored, and no one better to do it with than him.
When you step in, you quickly notice a few of the twice ladies there – beautiful girls, glowing from all of the way across the room, and Chan standing with two of them in particular, looking especially cozy – and you do your best to ignore the ping of pain in your chest that you know without a doubt does not belong there. Chan looks over and makes eye contact with you and you both nod a silent hello, before making your way over to your colleague, and the table in which you are to leave your offering of wine.
It’s rather quick, much quicker than expected, that Chan catches up with you – as you’ve barely had time to say hello to Moa before he’s placing that sly hand on the small of your back and greeting the both of you. You watch the look on your colleagues face switch to one of confusion – wondering why one of the idols is getting so handsy with you, but she simply smiles and thanks you for coming.
You suspect in that moment, that the 'no dating the talent’ policy is one that is frequently disregarded.
The black haired man to your side pours you a drink, then pouring himself, and you take notice of the way he’s dressed for the occasion – just a nice button down shirt and some nicely fitted jeans – nothing fancy but he took a moment to step out of the sweats that he had probably been wearing for a few days straight by that point. Appreciated. Chan hands you a cup and raises it towards you just the slightest bit in cheers before taking a sip.
You catch the way his eyes linger on the silhouette of your waist and hips before pulling away in an effort to not be seen.
“Friend?” you say, nodding towards the girls that Chan had been talking to previously, and watch him in nearly a panic raise a hand up as if to swear upon something.
“We’re just friends.”
“That’s…what I said,” you respond, chuckling into your cup and shaking your head, “calm down, we’re friends, not married.”
“And I’m sure that’s devastating to you.”
The response fully takes you off guard, practically causing you to choke on the drink you had quite disastrously already taken into your mouth. You think of why he’d say this to you – as best as you can in only the few seconds you have to do so: he’s been there longer, is he drunk? Is he stupid? Is he insane?
“What?” you retort, looking at him with a face that one would surmise that they had grown an extra nose since the last time they had looked in the mirror. A look of absolute bewilderment.
“You were going to say I was handsome that one time, back at the cafeteria, don’t think I forgot,” Chan replies with a smug tone, as if winning some sort of battle that you hadn’t known about.
“Yeah that doesn’t mean I want to marry you, are you insane?”
“I was filling in the blanks, whatever,” he answers back, waving a hand about playfully and purposefully avoiding eye contact with you. It’s true that he might have had a few and that’s what had been causing him to be so bold, but he was very much aware of the game he was playing.
Two can play, you think to yourself.
“So am I to assume then that you wish to raise a family with me, with the way you were just checking me out only a moment ago?”
You watch Chan bite his bottom lip in an attempt to keep himself from smiling – knowing he’s caught – he looks down to the floor before looking over at you. “Ah, saw that, did you?”
“Yeah, not sure you could have made it any more obvious, actually.”
“Sorry about that,” he says, playfulness dropping from his tone slightly and replaced with seriousness. It catches you off guard, because wait, no, I like what we’re doing right now.
“You don’t have to – it’s fine,” you answer back hurriedly, to reassure him and try to bring the both of you back to a flirtatious place, but the look on Chan’s face is yet again another reminiscent of that day in the cafeteria.
All according to his plan. You’re right where he wanted you all along.
“So, you like it when I look at you then?” he says in a whisper, leaning over closer to you to assure that no one else will hear the conversation.
Now or never, shit or get off the pot.
You lean towards him, meeting him just about halfway to close the distance between the two of you, before turning your head to look at him and find your faces only mere centimeters from the other.
“That’s not all you can do.”
Sneaking out of the party was the easy part, it was the finding a place where the two of you could be alone long enough to make anything happen that was the difficult part.
Ducking and weaving through hallways and doors – all led by Chan who had the better understanding of the area in which the two of you were now navigating, he dragged you around by the hand in an attempt to find a place that he could have you. Away from prying eyes. Just you and him. And from the grip he had on you, and the information he had divulged to you previously, his intent to completely devour you once the opportunity arose was ever present, and lended itself to a dull throb between your legs already – the man hadn’t even touched you yet.
“I know,” he whispers, darting around a corner and looking down a hallway to make sure that no one will spot you, “I have just the spot.”
“Ooh, so exciting,” you tease, but it’s only seconds later that Chan has his weight pressed against you, your back to the wall and chest to chest – lips just barely missing your own – and the bratty attitude is swept from you in an instant and replaced with unfathomable desire.
“Or I could just have you right here,” he whispers against your ear, hooking one of his hands up under your knee and granting his hips space between your legs against the wall – and you can already feel the tenting in his pants at simply the prospect of getting his dick wet again after so long.
It’s hard to tell him 'no’ to the idea, but thankfully you don’t have to, Chan knowing it being a poor one as he smiles and pulls himself off of you only to once again pull you towards an unidentified place that the man has mapped out in his mind.
You’re thankful that it’s only a few more twists and turns down halls before Chan looks around and opens a door to a room, hurrying you inside of it and closing it behind with a 'clink’ sound of the lock. the room is pitch black in darkness and Chan had already let go of you once ushering you into the doorway, but it’s not long before you feel his essence – the feeling of his hands softly grazing your hips and causing the fabric to bunch up at your lower back as his hands slide in the direction. Your behind meets a table at his insistence in pushing you only a couple of steps towards it, and the mans hands creep back down to the outsides of your thighs, only to slide up again and hoist you onto the table.
Chan hooks his fingers into the elastic of your panties, and it’s the first time that he finally, after what feels like a fucking eternity, presses his mouth against your own. Kisses that at first start out gentle and experimental, quickly devolve into needy and sloppy – and mostly from his end. It’s easy to tell that he is quickly becoming unraveled, and the thought of it only intensifies the dull ache already present between your legs. Slowly pulling the fabric from your legs, he carefully pries them open by the knees and settles himself between – pulling your body as flush as possible into his as he kisses deeper, harder into your mouth. An attempt to taste every bit of you that he can, no doubt, and the absolutely intoxicating feeling of unbridled desire for you making your head spin. Chan was losing himself in you, and quickly.
It had been a long time, and he was going to ruin you.
Pressing one hand up against your face, fingers slightly woven into your hair to pull you harder into his mouth, the other hand quickly dips down in the space between himself, and the apex of your thighs. One, lone, fingertip gently pressing against your folds and it’s not only the whimper that escapes your lips and is quickly swallowed by him that makes him grin, but the physical desire for him dripping from you, as well.
“Good to know I wasn’t the only one dying for it,” he whispers into your lips as he begins slow circles right above your clit. “You might not walk out of here when I’m finished with you.”
The words cause an involuntary reaction, that surely he’d have felt had he been inside of you already, and you’re sort of glad he isn’t just for the sake of being able to get away with how absolutely, catastrophically, horny just the idea of it was making you.
And bless his heart, the fact that he’s only able to make a few circles into your pussy by hand before he’s pawing at the front of his own pants in an attempt to free himself and finally have what he’s been wanting all this time. He makes quick work of his confines for a man not necessarily practiced in the arts of having a quick fuck in a dark office, so it’s impressive – almost as impressive as what he has to show for himself when he pulls his length from his boxer briefs.
Chan’s kisses get sloppier by the second now as you feel him lazily stroking himself by hand against your sopping wet pussy, the head of his cock prodding between your folds and up against the entrance to your cunt as he shallowly presses into you, but never enough to enter much at all, and you don’t want to beg for it – well, you do – but you won’t. Maybe.
“Do you have a condom?” you finally whisper, pushing to the side one of the computer mice to illuminate the room slightly with a turned on monitor screen.
“No,” he responds, peppering kisses along your jaw, but pulling back his hips from you just slightly.
“Okay.”
“Should I stop?”
“I said 'okay.'”
“Yeah but you said it as like, an acknowledgment.”
“Chris, I said okay!”
“Okay, okay!”
It feels almost like a brutal display of force, the way he digs fingers into your thighs from the underside and pulls your hips towards his – the edge of your ass just barely hanging onto the edge of the table as Chan lines the head of his cock up with you and not-as-slowly-as-he-probably-should presses in – one arm wrapped around your waist for leverage and the other hand placed firmly onto the table – it makes your head spin, the burning stretch of him forcing your body to accommodate his, all the while kissing you deeply, passionately. The juxtaposition of Chan’s primal urges, his innate desire to have you, to be inside of you, to fuck you, compared to the whimpers that drop from his mouth at the way you’re so snug around his length, so warm and wet – a feeling he had almost completely forgotten in all of the time he hadn’t had it. So enveloping and all consuming in the moment.
When Chan finally bottoms out inside of you, it’s a hiss of “fuck, so tight,” and in your mind you think that it could be that, or combined with his substantial girth – the way you can feel every wall and muscle inside of you tugged and pushed with every movement he makes within you even in spite of your wetness. You don’t care to understand the how’s or the why’s necessarily – it doesn’t matter – what matters, is that you might be close already just from the way his cock relentlessly pulls at your g-spot with every motion, but you’re thankful when Chan seemingly begins to lose the will to be kind with his motions, and instead chooses to chase his own high with abandon – as thankfully for you, it’s precisely what you need to get there.
Chan brings a hand up, pushing you to lean back on your own elbows in an almost lying position now, hooking his hand under your shoulder for leverage to pull your body down and onto his cock harder. He’s losing himself in the moment, in your body, and it feels good watching him do it. Listening to, and now with the smallest amount of light in the room – watching him pant and grit his teeth at every throb and squeeze of your walls around him – nothing was sexier than a man fully lost in the moment of desiring you, and Chan was fully lost – the only thing bringing him back now, was the crash of his peak, which you are happy to accommodate, of course.
But as much as you were enjoying the show, his relentless fucking into you quickly brought you towards your own peak, where normally you were able to meet him with playful comments now the only sounds dropping from you pathetic whimpers and cusses – and his name, of course, which met you with a particular crash of his hips and a growl through gritted teeth.
“F-feel so good,” you whine, feeling the beginnings of your muscles tightening and knowing that he can feel the same with the way his eyebrows furrow tightly and his button lip pulls between teeth. Chan hisses at the feeling of your impending orgasm and the look on his face – beautiful brown eyes up through eyelashes and a weakened state, Chan is almost disappointed – knowing that your orgasm will inevitably be his own downfall, as well.
“Close?” he responds, knowing the answer, and you nod – allowing your head to drop back, only for Chan to pull you back to look towards him, pressing his forehead to your own as he continues his relentless pace into you. “Where do you want it?”
“In-insi—” you whimper again, unable to even finish the word. Chan takes the time to drag kisses down your lips, to your jaw, and it’s that moment that you truly break any sanity that he had maintained through the encounter.
“You w-wanted me, so have me.”
You know that he knows it’s in reference to his coming inside of you, that the distinction doesn’t have to be made in the moment, and it’s all in good fun, of course, driving him absolutely mad with only a few words. That’s the joy of it, after all.
The effect is immediate, as expected, as Chan pulls you tight into him and fucks into you at a relentless pace, chasing his orgasm without any other single thought occupying space in his mind. The only thing he can think about now is filling you with his cum, and that’s all by design, of course.
Luckily, the angle at which he has you immovable is one that works exquisitely well for you, rubbing at your g-spot and pulling at your clit in just the right ways that you’re babbling and on the brink of tears in orgasm well before even he is. A chant of asking you to come for him, come on him, and you’re gripping down and attempting not to cry out at the waves of release crashing over you – Chan fucking you all of the way through it before he finally reaches his own right after you – painting your walls with his cum and continuing to fuck his release into you, albeit gently, even well after he finishes and begins to soften inside of you.
It’s a long few minutes before he pulls away from you – out of you, gently tucking his overstimulated cock back into his clothing with a wince and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand before bending down and helping pull your panties back up your legs and into place.
Chan stays there, nestled between your legs and on his knees, arms crossed with elbows anchoring him on either side of your knee as he gazes up in awe at your beautifully fucked out state of being. For a moment, it’s hard to even imagine the same man being that animalistic, that primal, as he just was only a few minutes before.
But duality is sexy, after all.
“You’ll have to let me do a better job next time,” he smiles innocently from between your knees, head slightly cocked to the side.
There’s a lot of good things packed into that one, extremely short sentence, but figure you’ll address the most pressing of them first.
“A better job…?” you ask, intrigued.
“Yeah,” he replies, pulling his arms back and gently prying your legs apart again to make space for him to press kisses to the inside of your thigh, and you hate the way it’s already making you hot for him again.
“There’s so much more I’m going to do to you.”
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📱Distancing yourself from BF!SKZ after receiving hate 📱 (Part 2) (Maknae Line)
☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️
genre: heavy angst, hurt/comfort
pov: 1st & 2nd person
description: Your boyfriend finds out why you've been distancing yourself (Half smau, half written) (I am so very sorry)
pairing: bf!skz & fem!reader
warnings: swearing, break up, mention of self harm, lots of tears, let me know if I missed anything
word count: listed below
screenshot count: 4
©feelbokkie (2023) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.
Part 1
Part 2 (Hyung Line)
한 지 성 (Han Ji-Sung) (868 words)
“Jisung, you’re going to burn a hole in our floor,” Changbin calls from the kitchen.
“Don’t mind him, he’s just going through Y/N withdrawals,” Hyunjin explains, not looking up from his latest art project.
“You saw her yesterday,” Chan says, walking into the living room.
You two did see each other yesterday when you went to bring him lunch at the company. It was only a brief interaction, you had to get back to work, but it was enough to make Jisung miss you. Which is why he wants nothing more than to spend today with you.
“Somethings wrong, I can feel it. She called me Jisung.”
“That’s literally your name!” Changbin yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
“No, you don’t get it,” Jisung finally stops pacing and throws himself on the couch. “The only times she uses my first name is when she’s annoyed with me or mad at me. She’s been calling me jagiya, jagi, Sungie, or some other nickname our entire relationship.”
“Did you miss an anniversary or something? Is that why she was she brought you lunch yesterday?” Chan questioned, determined to calm his youngest roommate’s nerves.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out but yesterday was just a day!” Jisung cried.
“Fans were camping outside the studio yesterday, maybe one of them said something,” Hyunjin says without thinking.
Had one of his fans said something to you? Jisung never wanted to make your relationship public, and this is exactly why. Everything was fine until a picture of you leaving his dorm wearing his shirt was posted online. The company gave them 2 choices: confirm the relationship or break up and deny the allegations. Breaking up was not an option. You had been good at avoiding hate comments, but neither of you had anticipated someone saying something to your face.
“I’ll be back!” Jisung shouts before running out.
***
“I completely understand if you want to break up with me.” Jisung wraps me in a hug as soon as I opened the door.
“Sungie, what? Why would I want to break up with you? What did you do?” A heavy weight settles in my stomach. Did he cheat?
Jisung lets go of me and looks me in the eyes. A sad smile creeps on his face as he places his hand on my cheek, thumb swiping just under my eye.
“You’ve been crying.”
After yesterday’s encounter with the fans in front of the JYPE building, I fell down a rabbit hole of hate comments. If a stranger was comfortable saying that Jisung was settling with me and calling me names to my face, I had to know what was being said online. I couldn’t be blindsided like that again. But reading all those hate comments that spanned the entire time Jisung and I have been public with our relationship fucked with my anxiety.
“I was watching a sad movie.” I force a smile.
“You don’t have to lie for me, jagi. I know you’re hurting.” Tears start falling down my face again. I don’t know how he knows, but I’m glad he does.
Ji takes my hand and leads me to my couch. He wraps me in a hug again and rubs slow circles on my back. His kindness only makes me cry harder, sobbing into his neck.
“It’s all so h-h-horrible. I didn’t do anything to anyone. I don’t know how you do it, Ji.” I whisper.
“Listen to this idiot. Crying about getting hate comments and worrying about me.” He coos.
“I’m serious, Jisung,” I pull away from him, “You’ve been dealing with this for years. You get hate but I’ve never seen it bring you down. I read hate comments for one day and I’m falling apart. And you’ve been working late all week and here you are comforting me. They’re right, I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t think that, ever again. How many people are in this relationship? How do they know anything about you or me? There is nothing wrong with falling apart every once in a while. I would be more worried if the hate didn’t get to you. I’ve seen you cry because a baby didn’t wave back at you. And the hate does get to me, but spending time with you remedies that. You’re always there for me, even when I’m having a panic attack in the middle of the night. You always take care of me. Bringing me food at the company. Waiting up late to talk to me after a concert. Just dealing with me in general, I know I can be a bit much sometimes. If anything, I don’t deserve you.”
“Sungie—”
“What do I have to do to make you happy again? Show me the comments. I will talk to every person who has anything mean to say about you.”
“You’re the least confrontational person I know.”
“I’ll do anything for you, you know that.”
“I know, and that’s why I love you.”
“I love you too. But you know I can’t sit here quietly while you’re suffering.”
“Can we deal with it later? I kinda wanna think about something else right now.”
“My offer for a movie marathon still stands.”
“Perfect.”
이 용 복 (Lee Felix Yong-Bok) (886 words)
Felix had been scrolling on TikTok waiting for you to reply when he saw a video of “fans” bragging about DMing you hate. He quickly found out that it was a new trend that fans had taken over to send hate to the partners of various celebrities. He saw that you were the subject of quite a few videos.
Doing some quick math in his head, he figured that your behavior changed around the same time the first video was made.
“Fuck…” he mumbled as he scrambled to get to your apartment.
***
I blink through the tears as Felix slowly shuts my laptop and moves it out of the way. He crawls in between my legs and wraps his arms around my waist, burying his face into my stomach. I didn’t hear him come in, let alone know he was coming over. I put my phone away to try to give myself a break from reading hate comments. I was planning on watching some movies on my laptop to try to get some sleep but I got sucked back in when I saw a new tweet about me.
“Why didn’t you come to me? Why are you doing this to yourself?” Felix mumbles, turning his head so I can hear him better.
“I didn’t think it would get to me,” I whisper, stroking his hair.
“Y/N…” He finally lifts his head and looks at me with his tearful eyes. He has never liked seeing me in pain.
I don’t know how they found my social media. Everything is private. My usernames have nothing to do with my name and my profile pictures don’t show my face. I changed all that when I started dating Felix to avoid this exact situation. As an extra precaution, I don’t follow any of the Stray Kids social media accounts and I try not to engage with anything related to them. I used to get bullied in school and I didn’t want to go through that again, it put me in such a dark place. It made me someone that Felix never met. Someone that I didn’t want him to meet.
“I-I-I wasn’t going to read anything but once I started, I couldn’t stop.” My head falls into my hands and let out a choked sob.
“It’s okay, let it all out.” Felix sits up and wraps me in his arms, gently stroking my hair.
We sit like that for what felt like an hour but was probably only 20 minutes. Felix finally separates from me. I feel his hands wrap around my wrist and pull my hands from my face. My face twitches from Felix touching my right wrist. I watch as his face twist in confusion before he looks down at his hands.
“Lix, don’t…” I try to stop him before he rolls up the sleeves of my sweatshirt but fail, too tired mentally and physically to actually stop him. I turn my head before I can see the hurt in his eyes. The bed rises slightly as Felix gets up. It feels so much colder in my dark room. I squint my eyes as the light turns on and Felix makes his way back on the bed. He sets my first aid kit in between us and opens it up.
“Felix you don’t have to—”
“Y/N, just let me take care of you for once. Please?” He breathes, not looking me in the eyes. I bite my lip as he cleans the fresh wounds on my right wrist. He works quickly yet softly. Once he’s done, he checks my left wrist only to be met with old scars, mementos of how I used to be.
“Why?” He asks, stroking my left wrist.
“Old habits are hard to get rid of I guess.” I chuckle. Felix is not amused. The scars are new to him. I’ve always worn bracelets or long sleeves to cover them up. In the past, they were a relationship deal-breaker for many guys. And if they didn’t run, they treated me like a fragile doll. Being with Felix made me happy to be in a relationship with someone who wasn’t walking on eggshells.
“I’m serious. And why didn’t you come to me when all this started?” I finally look him in the eyes. They’re red but finally dry.
“I thought I could take care of it myself. I’m not who I was when I was in high school. Or, at least I thought I wasn’t. But it got so bad so fast and I found myself falling into old habits. I didn’t want you to see that side of me. I would understand if you want to break up with me now that you have.”
“I’m not going to break up with you. I get it. And I’ll take care of the comments. I don’t want you to feel like this, ever again. I want you to come to me more.” He takes my hand to his mouth and kisses it.
“I can work on that. I will work on it.”
“I will work on dealing with the hate, I promise. And in the meantime, I’m confiscating your laptop and phone. You need a break from reading about yourself. I’ll order something for us to each and we can talk some more, okay?”
김 승 민 (Kim Seung-Min) (980 words)
“What’s wrong, Min?” Minho asked the younger boy who wandered into the kitchen for the 5th time in 10 minutes.
“Nothing’s wrong,” He grumbles.
“Are you fighting with Y/N?” He asks, tossing a cheese stick and bottle of water at him. Both hit him and fall to the floor.
“She would have to actually talk to me for there to be a fight.” He sighs, picking up the food from the floor and joining Minho at the table.
“You know, I’ve noticed that you two are really similar. You push people away when you’re upset, she might just be the same way.”
“Yeah, but you guys always figure out why I’m upset and cheer me up. I have no idea what’s bothering her.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Seungmin thought about your behavior over the past couple of weeks. Nothing stands out to him. You two had gone on a couple of dates and you seemed happy. There are no anniversaries or major events that he had missed. You have been spending more time reading on your phone. One time he woke up in the middle of the night to find you reading something on your phone. He thought nothing of it as he grabbed your phone and put it on his side of the bed to force you to sleep. He thought that your quiet sniffling was because you were cold. But you could have been crying. About what?
“Aw shit,” He mutters when figures out what happened.
***
“Go home, Seungmin!” I shout through the door. He used to have a key to my apartment, but in a freak accident, it broke in the lock. With everything, I had yet to make him a new copy.
“Y/N, if you don’t let me in, I’ll scream.” I wait a few seconds, wanting to call his bluff, but I don’t want to take the chance that he’ll actually do it. My neighbors will call the police if he did. That’ll be a fun news day on dispatch.
I open the door and pull him in before he could cause a scene.
“You’re worse than Jisung, you know that right?” I quip, shutting the door behind us.
“Jisung hyung wouldn’t have given you a warning.” He smirks.
“What are you doing here? I told you that I don’t want to do this right now.” I cross my arms and head to my room.
“We don’t have to. I just want to see you. I miss you.”
“I miss you too, but I told you I’m busy.” His eyes trail my body and he scoffs.
“You look like you just woke up. Your hair is a mess and you’re still in your PJs.”
“I’ve been up all day actually.”
“Then you look like you need a break. Let’s take a nap.” Seungmin lays down on my bed and pulls me down with him. He wraps his arm around me and pins me to his chest. I try to get up but his steady heartbeat and scent calm me down. I haven’t been sleeping well for the past couple of weeks. The familiarity of Seungmin quickly lulls me into a deep sleep.
“Let’s break up.” Seungmin whispers as I slowly open my eyes.
“What?” I shoot up and look at Seungmin.
“Being with me is only causing you pain. It’s the only thing I can think of to give you some peace.” His eyes are red like he’s been crying. He must have figured out why I’ve been avoiding him and he couldn’t help but spiral.
“Seungmin, I know I pushed you away, but I don’t want you to leave. None of this is your fault, so stop blaming yourself. How is us breaking up fair?” He finally sits up.
“I never said it was fair. It’s a solution. Can you honestly tell me that you haven’t thought about it?”
He’s right, I did think about how breaking up would put an end to all of this. Only for a moment before I thought about how miserable both of us would be. How I would miss waking up to his sweet smile. The delirious long-distance calls we would have while he was on tour. How he would complain about me cuddling up next to him and whine when I tried to get up. His scent. His voice. Him.
“I’ll deal with it. I’ve been dealing with it because I want to be with you. You’re worth it. I just need a little time to adjust.” I place my hand on his and gently rub my thumb back and forth.
“It’s not worth it.”
“But you are.” I smile softly.
“No, I’m not,” His smile drops.
“Yes, you are,”
“I promise you I’m not.” I kiss him quickly.
“I promise you that you are. If I don’t engage— if I don’t let them see how they’re getting to me, they’ll get bored and stop.”
“If that’s your plan, then why have you been avoiding me?”
“Because I know that seeing me upset makes you upset. I didn’t want you going off on Stay and getting in trouble.”
“You’re literally going through a psychological hell and you’re still trying to take care of me.” He laughs.
“You would do the same for me. You already have. I know you’ve been hiding those comments from me the entire time we’ve been together. Reading those comments about me couldn’t have been good for you either. I know I get super depressed when I read hate comments about you.” I figured out he had taken my phone at some point before our relationship went public and muted any mentions of my name so I wouldn’t see any hate comments. He really thought ahead.
“God, I love you.”
“I love you too. Since you’re here, can we order food and start that drama Jisung recommended?”
“Whatever you want.”
양 정 인 (Yang Jeong-In) (780 words)
Jeongin knew that you were receiving hate. It was only natural in this situation. Some “fans” were bold enough to bring signs to concerts telling him to leave you for them or make comments at fan signs. As far as he knew, you didn’t read anything. If you did, you never let on.
But lately, you’ve been down and he wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t family or work, you always came to him to vent if something happened. It wasn’t anything he had done, you’d freeze him out for a couple of hours before confronting him about it. And you wouldn’t miss watching a movie with your favorite actor, even if you were mad at him. That much he knew. The only logical explanation is that the hate was finally getting to you.
He spent the whole journey to your apartment talking to Chan to get some advice on what to do.
***
I felt bad for forgetting about the movie. Innie’s right, I had been talking about it for months. But the idea of leaving the house right now is dreadful.
A few pictures of me, taken without my knowledge, have ended up online over the past few weeks. Fans have been having a field day criticizing every little thing about me. They complain about my weight. My style. The way I part my hair. I knew I was getting hate. I saw one comment when Jeongin and I first announced our relationship. I convinced myself that it would die down and ignored it. I lived in blissful ignorance for a little over a year before a comment that a “friend” of mine retweeted made its way on my feed. It went downhill from there.
“Innie? Why are you here? I thought you would go straight home.” I asked when I found Jeongin at my front door looking disheveled and holding flowers.
“I figured out what’s wrong.” He places the flowers in my hand and kisses my cheek before making his way into my apartment.
“You did?” Out of instinct I walk in the kitchen and place the flowers in a vase full of water and walk it out to the living room. Jeongin is sitting in the armchair that has basically become his designated spot throughout our relationship.
“Why didn’t you come talk to me about the hate getting to you?” I sit on the side of the couch closest to him and lean forward with my elbows on my thighs.
“I didn’t know how to bring it up.” I sigh.
“How long has this been going on?”
“About two months, after I went to watch your music bank performance.” My eyes start to sting thinking about the unflattering picture and the comments that ensued.
“Two months? I would have thought two weeks with how you’re handling it.”
“I thought I was handling it, but I'm not. I can’t.” I choke out.
“Okay, we can figure this out. Chan hyung said—” Jeongin gets up from his spot on the armchair and joins me on the couch.
“I think we should break up,” I suggest, not even looking at him. I can’t bear the look on his face.
“Break up?”
“I love you with my whole heart, it hurts. It’s just that this world that you live in… I’m not cut out for it. I don’t belong. I’m not built to deal with so many people attacking me for just existing.”
“I can make it stop. I will make it stop.” He gently grabs my chin and forces me to finally look at him. His eyes are full of tears, but they aren’t falling.
“Jeongin, I’m sorry but I need to put myself first for once. All this hate is slowly but surely killing me.”
“I’ll… I’ll quit! I’ll leave Stray Kids and all of this will stop.” He pleads.
“You and I both know that if you leave, it’ll just get worse. And you love your job. The way your eyes sparkle when you talk about your music or when you nail a new choreography—I can’t take that from you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” I stroke the hair on the back of his head, trying to call him down.
“So, this is it? We call it quits and everything goes away?” The tears finally falling down his face.
“I just want to be happy, but I can’t do that in this current situation. I need you to let me go.” Jeongin closes the gap between us and places both hands on each cheek, pressing his lips to my forehead.
“I just want you to be happy too. I love you, I’ll let you go.”
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Depraved Series
Tzuyu Arc Chapter 1-1: Destruction
It was another hectic day for Twice's Maknae, Chou Tzuyu. Her week was full of fashion shoots, radio interviews, and live stages that the only time she had for eating was the car rides in between gigs.
It was all part of the idol package though - she understood that. What she didnt understand was why JYPE couldn't plan it so that the members schedules would at least align with each other.
She rolled her eyes, annoyance seeping out as she ate the last roll of her kimbap.
'As usual, the company sucks in international promotions, specially here in the US. Ugh, why do I have to go do this interview alone?'
A few minutes pass, and their van stops in front of a huge mansion. Her manager hurriedly opens the car door for her, ushering her to the door in quick frantic steps.
"Mian Chewy-ah, I'm running a bit late, I still have to pick up Sana and Chaeyoung for their shoot. Ugh, why did JYPE send only 3 managers for you guys? They really suck at promoting you guys here huh?"
She could only look at the haggard manager in sympathy, as she beckons him to return to the car.
"Mian Oppa. You go on ahead, I'll be fine on my own here. I'll just text you when I'm done with the shoot, okay?"
The manager shot her an appreciative smile. "Always the angel... Thanks Chewy-ah! I'll be sure to pick you up with some snacks later. Have fun with the shoot kay? Fighting!"
She watched as her tired af manager drove the van away in record speed. 'Uwah, JYP owes the manager-nims some serious vacation time after this.'
She looks back at the huge door of the mansion and steels herself.
'Okay, Tzuyu. Fighting!'
She schools her features into the ideal idol look as she presses the doorbell.
Ding Dong~ ><
A few seconds pass by, and she briefly considers pressing it again when suddenly, a muscular black man opens the door. She smiles innocently as she bows to greet him as best she can with her limited English skills.
"Hello! I'm Chou Tzuyu, and I'm here for the interview! Its nice to meet you."
The man shot her with a confused look, but let her inside nonetheless. He took her to a huge white room with a black couch, several cameras set up all over the room.
"Please wait here Ms. I'll just go get Rico."
She couldn't really understand much, but she smiled nonetheless and took a seat on the black couch.
'Huh, they have a really plain studio. Just a black couch, a white backdrop and an office table. I hope they know how to speak Korean... Or Mandarin. Ugh dammit, JYP didn't even give us interpreters!' She looked around for a bit, before deciding to fiddle with her phone while waiting.
Meanwhile...
"Hey Rico! Did'ya sched filming today bro? Bitch downstairs says she here for an interview."
"Wha? Fuck no man, I told'em porno companies I'm on break!"
"Aight bet. The girl looks hella fine tho. Ain't like those used saggy pussies in the industry, so I let her wait in the set. I figure you wanna piece of that. Come downstairs and see for yourself man."
"Tsk, aight man, but if she ugly its on you fucker."
Tzuyu was fiddling around with her phone when suddenly, the man comes in with another black man, this time wearing a bath robe.
'Oh? Is this gonna be like Na-Mo-Sa unnies' interview? That looked fun, I cant wait!'
"Please, have a seat Ms." The man said in his deep voice as he took a seat in the office table in front of her. She bowed shyly before taking a seat.
Rico eyed the woman slowly up and down, subconsciously biting his lips as he did.
'Hot damn this woman fine as hell!'
From her sleek black hair, to her innocent doe like eyes, her luscious lips. Yeah, there's no one in the porn industry that can match her beauty alright.
His eyes traveled down to her chest, not too big, but not small either. They look ample, firm. The shape nicely outlined in that fit black crop top of hers.
He then caught sight of her waist perfectly slimmed down to compliment her shapely hips, where he spotted the most drool inducing thighs he'd ever laid eyes on.
'Holy fuckin shit... We just hit the jackpot.'
Instantly, his heart rate shot up, and his dick already reaching its full mast.
'Eaaazzyy boy... Don't wanna scare the girl this early.'
He looked back at his partner, and gave a nod, the one only real bros would know the meaning, and so he left the two alone.
Then he turned to the beauty before him.
"Good Morning Miss. My name is Rico Strong and uhh my guy earlier says you're here for an interview. Could you go ahead and introduce yourself to us?"
Tzuyu was slightly puzzled at this. 'Aren't they supposed to know me already? Ah! Must be for the viewers. Okay, its starting already.' She put on her best smile and gathered her energy.
"Hi! My name is Tzuyu from Twice! Nice to meet you!" She gave a radiant smile, and a wave to the camera near him.
"Tzuyu huh? Well that's definitely a new name in the industry. I never heard of Twice production so you guys must be new in the biz. So uhh wattcha doin here in LA Ms. Tzuyu?"
'Fuck, I really hate that JYP didn't give me interpreters for this.' She nervously bit her lip as she shyly tried to eke out her answer in passable English.
"Uhm... Im here for, concert? Like sing and dance and perform. Sorry my English not too good yet." She smiled shyly. The man smiled back, giving her some form of confidence that he at least somewhat understood what she said.
"Ey, that's alright, you're doing fine. Your english was fine Ms. Tzuyu. Relax! Are you nervous?"
She giggled before shyly tucking her hair behind her ear and crossing her legs. "A bit yeah, but I'm excited as well! Ehehe."
As Tzuyu shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes inadvertently drifted downward, settling beneath the desk where Rico's bathrobe concealed his lower half. Her gaze froze, her breath catching in her throat as she caught sight of the unmistakable bulge pressing against the fabric.
Oh my... What is that? Is that...?
Meanwhile, Rico's eyes were fixed on Tzuyu's crossed thighs and sleek heeled feet, subtly ogling her as she tried to maintain her composure and answer his questions.
"So, *ehem* Tzuyu, tell me, what do you think sets you apart from other models in the industry?"
Tzuyu's heart raced, her cheeks flushing with heat as she struggled to keep her thoughts in order, all the while sneaking glances at the bulge beneath the desk.
"Uh, well, um... I-I think, uh, my ability to, uh, d-dance well... and my, um, beauty... sets me apart."
'I-I shouldn't be looking... But it's so... distracting. Focus, Tzuyu, focus.'
With each passing moment, Rico's bulge seemed to swell beneath the bathrobe, stretching the fabric to its limit. Desperately trying to maintain her professionalism, Tzuyu forced herself to continue answering his questions, though her gaze remained fixated on his ever growing bulge.
"And have you ever considered exploring different genres of modeling? Perhaps something more... provocative?"
"Oh, um, w-well... I-I don't really... understand, but, um, I-I'm open to, uh, e-exploring new modeling gigs..."
Just then, the fabric of Rico's bathrobe came undone, no longer able to contain the monster beneath. With a sudden release, his cock slipped free from its confines, standing proudly erect and larger than anything Tzuyu had ever seen.
Her eyes widened in astonishment, her shock evident as she took in the sheer size of it—thick, veiny, and pulsating with power.
Oh my god... That's... enormous. It's bigger than anything I've ever had before. Even bigger than some of the unnies' toys. How is that even possible?
As Tzuyu's gaze remained transfixed on Rico's engorged cock, she failed to register the black bull rising from his seat and closing the distance between them. As he approached, Tzuyu's heartbeat quickened, her eyes widening in anticipation as she stared up at him with a mixture of awe and lust. She felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead as her mouth went dry, her body betraying her with each passing moment.
T-The interview... I-I should say something...
Her words freeze in her throat as Rico stood before her, his towering figure casting a shadow over her trembling form. She could feel the heat radiating from his body in waves, his dominating presence overwhelming her entire being. Mesmerized by the sheer magnitude of Rico's cock, Tzuyu found herself leaning forward involuntarily, her eyes locked on his big black throbbing cock as if drawn by an invisible force.
Oh god... What's happening to me? I-I can't... I can't look away. Like I'm under a spell...
Tzuyu's eyelids flutter as she succumbs to temptation. Without a second thought, she instinctively dropped to her knees before him; and with trembling hands, she reached out, her fingertips grazing the heated skin of his throbbing cock.
I-It's... I-I need to...
*Tsup*
As her puckered lips brush against the sensitive head of Rico's massive member, a low, primal groan escapes his lips, his cock twitching in response. The pulsing of his cock surprised the petite idol, and she had to move back to avoid it slapping against her face.
W-Wow, That almost hit me...
Now up close and personal, her senses were assaulted by the intoxicating blend of his musk and arousal. She leaned in closer, kissing his engorged cock head once more before pressing her nose against the sides and taking a long, needy sniff.
*Sniff* Mmmmmm~ I-I can't get enough... He smells so good...
Her entire body trembles as she exhales, her hot breath tickling him ever so slightly. With a beat, her lips grazes the sensitive head of Rico's massive member. As she meets his gaze, she sucks in her breath and slowly, tentatively, envelops the tip of his cock with her warm, wet mouth.
*Tsup* Ahmmmm~ Oh god... He's watching me. I can't look away.
She suckles on his cock head, eager to please. She could feel his intense gaze burning into her, making her even more nervous. The salty tang of his precum danced on her tongue, sending a small jolt of pleasure coursing through her veins.
With each movement, she feels herself growing bolder, tongue swirling around the underside of his cock as she services him. She could feel him pulsating and twitching with every lick, with every suck.
*Tsup* Mmm~ Shlurp~ Ahhmmm~ Shlurp~ Shlurp~
The wet, slurping noises mingled with Rico's ragged breaths and low, guttural moans. With a determined flick of her tongue, she urges him deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his massive girth.
I want more... I need more.
As Rico's cock slid further into her mouth, Tzuyu struggles to contain a moan of pleasure, the sensation of being stuffed with a mouth full of cock was addicting. She could feel him stretching her lips inch by inch, his girth pressing against the tight confines of her mouth, threatening to overwhelm her.
He's so fucking big... I can barely take him. Fuck... He's stretching me so wide.
The young idol persists, her determination matched only by her insatiable desire. Up until she finds herself struggling against her own body's instincts. With a small thrust of his hips, Rico's cock pressed against the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex.
Shlurp~ Ahhmmm~ Ack - gulck!~
Despite the discomfort, Tzuyu refused to relent, her lips sealed tight around his big black cock as she fought to suppress the urge to pull away. Rico, sensing her struggle, placed a comforting hand on the back of her head, his touch both reassuring and commanding.
"You're doing so good, baby. Keep going."
Good... Baby...
Her moist pussy dampens even more at the praise, his words messing with her head, making her feel dizzy.
But like the good girl she is, Tzuyu pushed herself to go deeper. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down, slowly taking him deeper with each pass. With each movement, she could feel the spit bridge forming between them, connecting her mouth to his cock in a slick, wet embrace.
Obscene sounds echoed across the room as Tzuyu's throat bulges around his massive cock, her eyes watering with the effort to maintain her composure.
"Mmmmpph~! Gulckgulck, -slurp~ gawk~ mmmph!~ *inhale* shluurp~ gulck - Ahh~"
A few coughs escapes her tiny form as she pulls back and takes deep labored breaths. She let his cock rest on her face in the meantime, and it covered her face from her forehead to her chin - and then some...
With trembling hands, she reaches out, her long slender fingers struggling to wrap around the base of his throbbing cock. Her tongue services his magnanimous balls in the meantime. It's so heavy, so full... full of cum - all for her. The spit she coated on his long black dick dripped onto her lashes, yet she couldn't care less.
Chou Tzuyu, the once innocent maknae of Twice, known for her grace and poise, finds herself panting like a bitch in heat, mouth full of cock, small drops of her own spit on her lashes and cheeks, her composed facade shattered by his big black cock.
Jeezus... His cock is fucking perfect...
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After a full minute of worshipping his balls, she feels Rico's hands firmly grip her head. Despite the language barrier, she knew exactly what it meant - what was coming next. With a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, she released her grip and braced herself. His voice was low and guttural, his words sending a shiver down Tzuyu's spine.
"Open wide, baby. I'm gonna fuck that pretty face of yours."
Her beautiful doe eyes locks with his as she throws her head as far back as she could. Tzuyu opens wide, tongue sticking out as he slaps his cock on it a few times. Then, in one swift move, his grip on her head tightens, his hips surge forward, and the poor little idol gets her face fucked by the black bull.
"Mmmmpph~! Gawk gawk gawk~ mmmph!~ *inhale* shluurp~ gulck - Ahh~"
Rico's hands guided her head. With each and every thrust, his cock plunges deeper and deeper into her mouth, stretching her throat and fucking it with reckless abandon.
"That's it, take it all," he growled, his words punctuated by the wet slap of flesh against flesh.
F-Fuck... he's pounding me so hard. I'm not gonna be able to sing for awhile after this.
He used her face like a fucking cocksleeve, her nose hitting his pubes with each thrust. Occasionally, he parked his cock deep in her throat, cutting off her air supply and leaving her gasping for breath. Each time, she felt her chest constricting, a desperate need for air clawing at her insides.
I can't breathe... please, I need air.
"Yeah~ keep your pretty face down there. That's where you belong."
Tzuyu's hands slapped against Rico's thighs, a silent plea for mercy as she struggled to draw in even the smallest breath. Her vision blurred, spots dancing before her eyes as she fought against the overwhelming sensation of suffocation.
Rico's cock remained lodged in her throat, his grip unyielding as he pushed her to the brink of consciousness. He watched intently as her arms flail and slap, until eventually it goes limp, her eyes rolling back in her head.
I'm going to pass out... please, let me breathe.
"Yeaaaaaaa! Thats right. You dont need air, you need cock. Fucking take my big black dick!"
Just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, Rico finally relented, withdrawing his cock and allowing her to gasp for air. Each breath was a precious gift, filling her lungs with sweet sweet relief as she struggled to cough and catch her breath.
T-Thank god... I thought I was going to pass out.
Feeling Tzuyu relax, Rico took a fistful of her hair and forced his cock back into her throat, cutting off her air supply once more. Tzuyu's eyes widened in panic as she felt the familiar sensation of suffocation, her body instinctively struggling against his grip.
Oh god, not again...
He continued this a few more times, sometimes even locking her in with his legs. Each time he took her to the brink, only releasing her when her eyes go white. Eventually though, he releases her, and she coughs up a storm. Her once sleek black hair now disheveled, and her chin was dripping with spit. Suddenly Rico pulls her up, stripping off her dress with practiced ease.
Tzuyu's body was too weak to resist, and her mind was too clouded with lust. She offered no resistance whatsoever as he positioned her inverted on the couch, her legs resting against the backrest and her head dangling over the edge.
His gaze lingered on the infamous Thighwanese legs and feet, and she felt a thrill of anticipation course through her as he leaned in closer. She could feel his breath hot against her skin as he inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring as he took in her scent.
He's smelling me... he likes the way I smell.
Tzuyu's heart raced as Rico's lips brushed against her legs, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She closed her eyes, surrendering herself fully to the sensations as he continued to worship her legs with near reverence.
"*Sniff* Mmmmm~, fuck baby, you smell so good. I've never seen legs this perfect before."
He turned his attention turned to Tzuyu's feet, which were now laid bare before him. She felt a pang of self-consciousness, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the thought of her sweaty feet. But Rico showed no hesitation as he leaned in, his tongue eagerly lapping at her heels.
Instictively, Tzuyu spread her toes, offering herself to him completely as he began to worship her feet with an insatiable hunger. She felt a rush of excitement as Rico's lips trailed over the delicate arches of her feet, his tongue caressing each toe with meticulous care.
Oh god, that tickles, but it also feels amazing.
Rico's lips closed around each toe in turn, sucking gently as he worshiped her with single-minded devotion. With each flick of his tongue against the flats of her feet, she felt herself growing wetter, her arousal building to a fever pitch as he explored her with unbridled passion. She curled her toes in pleasure, failing to stop the moan that escapes her mouth.
"You taste so good, baby. I could do this all day."
As Rico's attention shifted from Tzuyu's feet to her exposed and inverted body, a surge of anticipation coursed through her. Since she's suspended upside down, all the blood rushed to her head, and she felt utterly vulnerable and exposed.
What is he going to do to me like this?
Suddenly, his thick fat fingers teased her labia, sending several jolts of pleasure racing through Tzuyu's body. She gasped at the sensation, her hips instinctively bucking against his touch as he explored her with deliberate care.
"*Mmmmmmm~* Your pussy is so plump and wet, baby. It's begging to be fucked."
She feels him spit at her pussy, his fingers spreading the spit like lube. He pokes, he stretches, he opens her pussy lips. Her head was getting even more dizzy from the stimulation. Her pussy throbbed with need, glistening, shaved smooth and begging to be touched. It pulsed with anticipation, aching to be filled as pre-cum dribbled down her folds.
Her hips bucked impatiently against the air once more, needy, craving. Who was he to deny such a cute and pink pussy?
And so he indulges her. His thick fat fingers plunged into the young idol's dripping pussy; she couldn't help but let out a whimper of pleasure.
Oh god, yes...
His touch was firm and demanding, his fingers stretching her to her limits as he explored every inch of her throbbing core. Tzuyu's moans filled the room, a chorus of ecstasy as Rico worked her over with expert precision.
"You like that, baby? You like how I'm fingering your sloppy little cunt?"
Tzuyu's body trembled with pleasure at his words, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she surrendered herself to his control.
"Uhh~Uhh~Ooh~! Yes daddy~" God its been so long... F-fuuckk
He played with her sopping wet cunt expertly. Slapping it lightly at times, massaging the insides slowly. Sometimes, his thumb brushes against her clit, sending jolts to her body and making her gasp and twitch. He played her slowly, teasingly, up until his fingers curl and finds her weak spot.
She bucks her hips involuntarily as he hits her spot deep, and he smirks. With relentless fervor, the fucker hit her g spot again and again, curling his fingers as he exits. With each thrust, Tzuyu felt herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.
F-fuck I'm going to cum.I'm going to cum so hard... Fuck fuck fuck
Out of nowhere, her pussy gushes like a fountain, squirting streams of her juices directly into Rico's waiting mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, each climax more intense than the last. She could feel herself losing control, her body convulsing with pleasure as she screamed incoherently.
Amidst the pleasure however, there was something else. A sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. Tzuyu felt a warm rush spreading through her, a feeling of release so intense it bordered on euphoria.
Oh my god, I can't stop... N-no, I-I'm peeing...
Despite her embarrassment, golden liquid streamed out of her and into Rico's waiting mouth. He eagerly drank in every drop of her essence, up until it weakened to a trickle.
"*Shlurp~ Aaahh~ Thanks for the meal. Hehe."
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As Tzuyu lay there, gasping for air and trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, she felt a strange sense of freedom wash over her. With her body still tingling with pleasure, she no longer cared about maintaining her pristine idol image. All that mattered was his big black cock.
Hah~ Hah~ I've never felt so alive...
Before she could fully register what was happening, she felt his strong arms lifting her, carrying her effortlessly up a set of stairs.
He tossed her unceremoniously onto a large soft bed, but before she could protest or resist, he silenced her with a single command.
"We're not done, bitch. I haven't even cum yet. "
He pulls her up, making her straddle him, causing a surge of apprehension pulsing through her. His cock, thick and long like her forearm, seemed daunting, a challenge she wasn't sure she could conquer.
Fuck, he's going to annihilate me with that cock... I-I don't think I can take him in.
Rico's voice broke through her thoughts, his tone commanding. "Put those baby making hips of yours to good use and fuck yourself on my cock."
With an unsure nod and a shaky breath, she began to grind her hips against his, feeling the head of his cock teasing her entrance. Every time his cock head contacts her clit, a jolt of pleasure rings through her body.
With determination and a twinge of nervousness in her eyes, she lined up his cock on her pussy's entrance and, with a deep breath, slips his cock head past her outer walls. With every inch she descends, she could feel the thick girth of his member stretching her to her limits, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out.
Oh god, it's so big... I don't know if I can take it all...
Each moment was a battle of wills, a test of her resolve and her body's endurance. With a determined grit, she pressed on, inch by inch, her body trembling with the effort. Rico's cock filled her completely, stretching her walls beyond what she thought possible. Each movement sent waves of pleasure and pain rippling through her, a heady mix that left her gasping for breath.
But as she continued to lower herself onto him, she felt a sense of triumph wash over her. Slowly, she conquered the challenge before her, her body slowly adapting to the overwhelming size of his cock.
I'm doing it... I'm taking him all in...
With a final push, she impaled herself fully on his length, taking him deep inside her until she was filled to the brim. As Tzuyu looked down at the bulge in her womb, her eyes widened in both awe and trepidation.
*Smack!*
Rico's hand came down on her ass with a sharp slap, the sound echoing in the room as he commanded her to move.
"Congratulations. Now show me what those hips can do, baby. Ride my cock like you mean it."
With a determined nod, Tzuyu planted her feet firmly on the bed, her hands gripping his chest for support as she began to move. Slowly at first, she rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the thick length of his cock sliding inside her.
I can do this... I can take him...
As she gained confidence, she picked up the pace, her hips growing more and more frenzied with each passing moment. Rico's cock filled her completely, stretching her to her limits as she fucked herself onto him with reckless abandon.
"PlokplokOoh~... Ahh~... Uhh f-fuck!~..."
With each bounce, she could feel the thick length of him sliding in and out of her, filling her completely with every stroke. Her perky tits jiggled with her every move, whilst her hips shook with a frantic urgency, driving herself onto him with an intensity that bordered on desperation.
Oh god, it feels so good...
As Tzuyu's hips grew more erratic, she felt herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Rico's spanks landed on her ass repeatedly, igniting sparks of pleasure that danced along her skin.
*Smack!**Smack!**Smack!*
"That's it, baby, ride me like the little slut you are."
"Oh god...Daddy~ I'm... I'm close."
Her walls clenched around Rico's cock, milking him for all he was worth as she chased her peak. Just as she was about to cum, Rico suddenly took control. With a swift movement, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him as he took charge.
Tzuyu's moans turned into cries of ecstasy as Rico pounded into her pussy with relentless force. Her legs gave out beneath her, unable to support her weight as she was overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, lifting her off the bed repeatedly with the sheer force of his movements.
"Ahhh!~Ahhh!~Ahhh!~Ahhh!~ Fuck Dadddyyyy!~ Im cummiiiiing!"
As her body convulsed with the force of her orgasm, her mouth hung open in a silent scream of ecstasy, her eyes squeezed shut in blissful surrender. He continued to pound her through her peak, prolonging her orgasm as long as he could.
As Tzuyu's high began to fade, she's left panting and exhausted against Rico's chest. She gasped, "Oh my god." She collapsed, totally spent.
Rico smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You're not done yet," he declared, hooking his arms under her legs and lifting her effortlessly off the bed.
Tzuyu's heart raced as he positioned her above him, guiding her onto his throbbing length. She moans as he fills her completely.
"Fuck," she breathed, her voice ragged and tired.
Rico's smirk widened as he began to move, dropping her pussy down to his big black cock. She clawed at his shoulders, her cries of pleasure mingling with his own groans.
"Mmph~ mmph~ You like that? Hngh~" Rico grunted, his grip on her tightening.
"Yes," Tzuyu gasped, her nails digging into his skin. "D-don't stop. P-Please."
With each drop onto Rico's cock, Tzuyu felt her pussy stretching around him, accommodating his girth with a delicious sensation of fullness. Her breath caught in her throat as her puckered ass stretched along with her pussy, gravity pulling her down his cock every time.
"Fuck," she gasped, her legs tensing, her toes pointed. She couldnt even speak. His hands gripped her ass as he impaled her again and again with relentless force.
Her arms strained, threatening to give out as Rico pounded her mercilessly, his cock plunging deep inside her with every stroke.
"Harder," she pleaded, her voice hoarse with need. "P-please fuck me harder daddy~"
Hearing her mewling pleas, Rico shifted their position, rotating her to face front before hooking his arms under Tzuyu's legs and locking his hands behind her neck.
The idol's eyes widened at the new position. She watched helplessly as he pounded into her, carried her like a ragdoll, impaling her once tight asian pussy over and over again with his big black cock.
"Uhhh~Uhhh~Ahhh~ god yes fuck me like that daddyyy~"
He used her like the fuckdoll that she is, pounding her till her head ached, till her sweat dripped down the floor, till his arms couldn't take anymore. Then, he tossed her back into the bed.
At this point, Tzuyu's breaths were deep and labored. Her hair stuck to her face, a sheen of sweat covered her entire body.
Rico pulled her towards him by her legs, the thighwanese too tired to care.
"I'm not done with you yet, slut."
His fingers intertwine with her toes, spreading her legs and pinning each leg on either side of her head. He lines up his big hard cock in her pussy and slams in, intent on breeding her. She feels his hard cock stretching her out as he pounds into her, making her moan and scream in pleasure.
"Ahn~! N-no! It's too good, Daddy!" Tzuyu cries out in Korean, her voice laced with pleasure and pain. Her ass and thighs ripple as she bounces on the bed from his powerful thrusts. "Please, fill me up! Fill up your little cum dump! More~ More~ Moreeee~!"
Rico grunts in response, his eyes locked onto Tzuyu's as he takes her in the mating press.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" he growls, his fingers tightening around her toes. "You like feeling Daddy's big cock stretching you out?"
Tzuyu nods eagerly, her mouth open and drooling. "Yes, Daddy! I love it when you pound me like this! Nae~ More~ More~!" she cries out, her body shaking with every thrust.
As Rico continues to pound into Tzuyu, he commands her to play with her clit. "That's it, little cum dump," he growls. "Play with your clit while Daddy breeds you. I want to see you cumming all over my cock."
Tzuyu obeys, her fingers moving to her clit as she continues to bounce and moan beneath him. Her pussy squelches and queefs with each thrust, the pleasure building inside her until she can't take it anymore.
Her long, slender legs were quivering, her infamous thick thighs were trembling, her toes spread wide and curling as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming fuuuuckkk!"
"Oh god, I can't take it, Daddy!" she cries out in Mandarin. "Fuck, I'm squirting! Daddy, I'm squirting! cummin~ cummin~ cumming~! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!" Her body convulses as she comes, her pussy gushing with her juices.
Finally, Rico reaches his climax again and fills Tzuyu up with his hot cum. She screams out in pleasure, her body collapsing, shaking and continuously cumming.
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Elsewhere
"What do you mean you took her to the wrong place and you dont remember where? Huh?!" The godly voice of Jihyo rang throughout their shared hotel rooms, Jeongyeon barely holding her back.
"I-I w-was i-in a rush a-and I was stressed out. T-the navi app was acting u-up a-and she isn't answering our c-calls. Im sorry Jihyo Im sorry~!"
*BANG!*
A loud crash burst out the doors as an infuriated Nayeon marches up to him.
"I'll only ask you this one time. Where. Did. You. Drop. Our. Baby. Off. Ill give you one hour to find the place before I take this matter into my own hands."
She storms off with the rest of the Twice members in tow, each one of them seeking comfort from each other.
"Yeonnie~ let's just hope and pray that she's fine." Sana says as she takes Nayeon close and hugs her tight. The members find solace in each other, and a string of sniffs and solemn cries could be heard throughout the room.
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Meanwhile
The casting couch mansion was filled with a different cry.
Tzuyu was used like a sex toy and was loving every moment of it. She was sprawled eagle on the bed, already having lost count on how many times she's squirted at this point, her brain a thoroughly fucked out mess. Her eyes are permanently rolled back to her head, while her tongue was just out.
She was bred in different positions, doggy, prone bone, cowgirl, you name it all. Not a part of her body was spared of being caked with sweat and spit and cum, while her pussy was squirting over and over again, but she was so fucked out that she couldn't even react.
A thick gooey line of cum could be found dripping from her pussy down her legs and ass, and her legs and feet were shaking like crazy.
Rico wasn't spared from the consequences as well. He layed spent on the floor, drained and dehydrated, when a knock pierced his door.
*Knock Knock*
When it opened, It showed his buddies, Mandingo, Jamal, Isaiah and Jax with smiles on their faces. As the door closes once more, the last scene one could see, was the 4 men stripping off their bathrobes and turning on another camera, pointing it on Tzuyu once again.
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Time Heals All Wounds ~ SCB
WORD COUNT: 3.8k
PAIRING: Changbin x fem!Reader
GENRE: angst, miscommunication, fluffy ending, established relationships, fighting, accusing of cheating, rumours, swearing, cute ending,
⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2023
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Almost two weeks. That's how long it had been since you and Changbin had been able to go to bed at the same time as you and even be able to hold you in his arms. With everything going on with work he'd found himself busier and busier as each day progressed. However, you seemed to have found comfort with someone else. While 3Racha were all busy making preparations for a show that they would be featuring on and the rest of the members were on a small break from everything. Leading you to spend all of your time with Seungmin, Jeongin and Felix since the four of you seemed to get on the most out of all of the boys - besides your boyfriend of course. Changbin never had an issue with you hanging out with the guys before, in fact, there were multiple times when he had encouraged you to do so if he was busy with something else except now Changbin was beginning to doubt everything around him. Two weeks of you not being around him but with Seungmin and he was starting to go a little insane.
You: [7:45am] I'll be with Seungmin today, remember to drink water, I love you xx
What could you have possibly been doing from 8 am until now at 10 pm? It seemed almost silly for him to be doubting the two of you together, Changbin knew that you would never do anything to hurt him and he knew Seungmin would never do anything either but somehow logical thinking was gone out of his mind and he was left with the crazy thoughts. It didn't help that there were now photos of you and Seungmin going in and out of the dorms together or to some cafe in the middle of Busan.
Why did the two of you go all the way to Busan just to go to some cafe? Was it because you thought no one would notice you there?
Your romantic relationship with Changbin was hidden for now because JYPE wanted to wait for the right moment to announce that one of its members was dating. As far as anyone was concerned you were a close friend of the boys and an ex-employee of JYPE who now worked with another company.
"Thank you for the ride, you sure you don't want to come in? I'm sure Changbin is asleep by now," Changbin's heart shattered as he heard the comment from you. Were you cheating while he was under the same roof as you? How many times had this happened? The rational side of Changbin had been pushed down deep inside of him and replaced with the Changbin who was convinced you were cheating on him and sleeping with his best friend. His hands clutched onto his phone as he stared down at the images of the two of you together. Laughing, your head was thrown back with your hand on Seungmin's shoulder a slight blush appeared on Seungmin's cheeks as he looked down at you with a smile spread on his face. To anyone else, it would just look like two friends who were having fun together but to Changbin it fueled his deluded belief that you were together in secrecy.
That all of the dating rumours he'd heard about you both were true and he couldn't seem to shake them out of his mind. There were countless articles claiming that they had seen the two of you kissing or that you'd held hands on the beach together.
"No, I should go. I'm up early tomorrow, but can we do this again on Friday?" Seungmin seemed so happy that it killed Changbin inside, how could the two of you do this to him?
"Sure, but it has to be a secret. No one can know...Okay? It'll kill him if he found out." You whispered, hugging Seungmin goodbye for a final time before shutting and locking the door, sighing happily to yourself as you kicked off your shoes. Turning around and letting out a high pitch squeal when you came face to face with your boyfriend.
"Jesus, fuck, you scared the life out of me." You whined out holding your hand over your chest as you tried to calm the way your heart was racing. It was almost 10 at night and you'd half expected him to be in bed like he had been for the last two weeks.
"Thought I was asleep, did you? Tried to invite your other man into the house?" You stared at Changbin a little confused and shook your head at him, letting out a nervous laugh since you couldn't decide if he was joking around or not.
"You're usually asleep, I was just going to let him stay over in the guest room to save him driving all the way to the dorms." You explained, staring into your boyfriend's eyes as you slowly took off your jacket and waited for him to say something and when he didn't you turned around to hook your jacket up.
"I know you're sleeping with him." The jacket fell to the ground and you snapped your head around to stare at Changbin completely taken aback by his comment.
"Sleeping with Seungmin?" You questioned, wanting to make sure you were assuming what he said was correct. How could you even think about sleeping with him? He was your puppy best friend, someone you would tease a lot and pretend to bully one another with. There was nothing there but years of friendship and someone you saw as a brother to you, the mere idea of ever kissing Seungmin made you want to clean your lips with bleach. Sure, he was attractive but again he was nothing but the brother type to you.
"You're always sneaking around together, hanging out until late. And what was that about? "it'll kill him if he found out", hmm?" Hearing him repeat the words with his assumption that you were cheating on him hurt. You'd never in a million years hurt Changbin.
"First, we're not sneaking around. You know I'm hanging out with Seungmin and that's it. Just hanging out, friends." You stated, reminding Changbin that it had been his idea for you to become close with the guys in the first place. You were friends with each of them, why wasn't he just accusing you of being with them all?
"We started "hanging out" and look where we are now," You blinked at Changbin. You didn't know if this was some sleep-deprived and overworked side of him but you didn't like that he was accusing you of something you hadn't and would never have done.
"Changbin, seriously. Why would you ever think I would hurt you like this?" You reached out to touch his arm but he flinched away from you, shaking his head and laughing dryly at you to show he didn't believe you.
"I don't know but it's obvious. All of the articles that are coming out. The secret meetings on Friday, the not coming home until late? What else am I supposed to think?" Changbin was red in the face by now, his eyes tearing up as he stared down at you.
"You're supposed to trust me." You stated calmly. The last thing you wanted to do was cause some kind of big argument over nothing. You didn't blame Changbin for putting two and two together and coming up with five, there had been times when you'd seen articles of him and another idol together and thought the worst. You knew when you were in the wrong mindset it was hard to see through the fog and think rationally about things that were happening around you.
"How can I when you're sneaking around? Going to Busan together when there are plenty of cafes in Seoul the two of you can go to." He rambled out as you rubbed the bridge of your nose waiting for him to at least calm down a little so you could explain everything to him. You walked further into the living room and took notice of the laptop that was open, one article was opening debating how long you and Seungmin had been together.
For a long time, there had been rumours of Changbin and you but they'd been gone for a while now and suddenly replaced with Seungmin. It seemed as if no one believed guys and girls could be friends with each other, even in the idol industry and you hated that. Even when you were a stylist you'd heard people gossiping about their idols being together even if it wasn't true.
"You can't trust anything that they say, you know that babe." You called out, glancing at the images that were being used. Sure if they're taken out of context they could mean something but all of it was bogus. Seungmin was like a brother to you, the two of you playfully bullied one another far too much to ever be able to date.
"Do I? Because it all looks pretty damn real to me," You ran your hands over your face, you were too exhausted to deal with this and all you really wanted was to crawl into bed and get some shut-eye.
"Changbin..." You trailed off, yawning a little as you turned to look at him and shook your head. It was too late for either of you to be getting into a fight and you knew he needed to be up early for his day of shooting some more scenes.
"You know what, no. I don't want to hear you come up with some dumb excuse. Or to tell me it's not true when clearly it is." He grabbed his coat and next his car keys,
"You're just going to walk away without letting me explain it?" You questioned, your hand falling onto your hip as you stared over at him.
"There's nothing to explain. You're fucking my best friend behind my back, so if you want each other. So be it," Your heart just shattered into a billion pieces right in front of him.
"What's that supposed to mean exactly?" Your voice was shakey as you got the words out, waiting for him to tell you that this was all some mistake. That he didn't mean what he was accusing you of and that he was deeply sorry for what he'd said.
"I'm done. I need space, I can't deal with it." He mumbled, wiping his eyes on his sleeve as he reached for the door again, only stopping when he heard you sniffling a little.
"I've stuck by you through every rumour you had while we were together but you're just going to give up when I get one?" It was true, through your time together there had been plenty of times when this could have had the roles reversed when you could have been the one accusing him but you knew Changbin would never hurt you.
"Because you KNEW I wasn't doing it." He cried out and that was it, you'd reached the point where you could no longer stay calm with him.
"And you should know I'm not either!" You yelled at him, you'd reached your breaking point. How was it okay for him to have his rumours but the second you got one he was calling it quits?
"Seo Changbin!" You yelled as he reached for the front door handle, his body tensing when he heard you call him by his full name.
"If you walk out of that door...that means you don't trust me," Your voice cracked, a few tears rolling down your cheeks as you watched him. Praying that he would see the truth in all of this and turn around and apologise for ever believing it but he didn't The door opened and slammed shut behind him.
Your knees buckled as you fell onto the rug and began to sob, pulling your knees into your chest as the love of your life walked away from you like you meant nothing. As if the last three years you'd spent together were no indication of trust between the two of you.
Changbin hadn't know where he was going but he was just gone and out of the house, hearing you and Seungmin talking about meeting in secret was the part that drilled it home that you were cheating. There were almost 16 missed calls from Seungmin, along with some voicemails that Changbin was exclusively ignoring because he didn't want to hear you both lie to him.
It was Friday, four days since he'd spoken to either of you and his final day of shooting on set. Chan and Jisung hadn't mentioned you or Seungmin since the first time he'd come to work after the fight. They knew better than to do so if they wanted a productive day with Changbin, it seemed if anyone mentioned you by the name he'd shut down and refuse to talk unless it was for the cameras.
"We're going to have all three of you stand right in the centre and then we're going to have you announce the winners." The director stated as all three of the boys stood where they were supposed to, Chan clutching a golden envelope. They'd been hosting a small competition to help bring in a few new producers for JYPE and they'd been there to host as well as help aid people who needed it.
"The time has finally come," Changbin called out with a huge smile on his face as he stared into the camera,
"It's time to announce which four lucky people have won the chance at becoming producers," Jisung said as he smiled, winking at the camera before Chan read out all four names. Music blasted through the speakers as each of them came out to thank the judges, giving small speeches to the camera. Once the cameras cut, the contestants began to speak with the guys there was a sudden burst of music once again and confetti began to rain down on them all. The rest of the Stray Kids members came out from backstage and smirked at the surprised-looking 3racha members.
"What's going on?"Chan laughed looking at them as all of the members screamed happily and congratulated the guys on completing the show,
"It's a wrap-up party," Jeongin explained, blowing a sound maker into the leader's face and smirking as loads of people began to flood the stage. Almost everyone who had been working on set as well as the contestants were here, having a good time and shaking everyone's hand.
"Yn and Seungmin had been planning it," Felix said to Chan, loud enough so that Changbin could hear him. The only member that wasn't here with them all was Seungmin and Changbin knew where he would have been.
"Probably to hide the fact that they'd been sleeping together," Changbin grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. As much as he wanted to celebrate the last day of shooting, it was hard to do that when the thought of you played on his mind.
After a few days of being away from you and having time to think about things he knew it wasn't true, he'd known from the start that none of it was true but he'd still let his thoughts get the better of him.
"You know neither of them would do that," Felix told him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. Changbin had refused to talk to them about what was going on but you'd told Seungmin who told the rest of them. Each of them had previously attempted to make Changbin see sense in it all but he flat-out refused, too stubborn to think about anything else.
"You're forgetting me and Jeongin were there for most of it too. They'd barely make it five minutes without bullying each other, I know they'd never do that to you hyung." CHangbin stared at Felix before shrugging his arms off him and making his way to the exit, ignoring the pleas of the others to stay and party with them all.
The door to your place unlocked and you looked up from the sofa where you were laid to see Changbin staring over at you, you said nothing as you turned back to look at the TV.
"Where's Seungmin?" He called out, noticing the state of the living room as soon as he walked in. It looked like you'd barely moved for the last few days and it hurt him to know you were in so much pain.
"On a date." You mumbled, cuddling into the pillows and sniffling a little. Ever since he'd walked out on you, you'd refused to move from the sofa and wallowed in your pitty, taking his hoodie and wearing it while you cuddled into the sheets you'd bought down from upstairs.
"A date?" Changbin walked further into the room, there were empty glasses of water all over the place, and a few bottles of soju spotted about. It was obvious you weren't taking very good care of yourself right now and it wasn't like he blamed you for it, he blamed himself since he'd been the one to cause you so much upset.
"Yes, that thing couples do when they want to go out together," You hissed, Changbin knew you had every right to be angry with him and he bit down on his lip. Seeing you like this killed him inside and to know he had been the one to cause this? it practically ripped him in two.
"Yn-" He tried to say but you cut him off before he even had the chance.
"If you're here to get your stuff, can you just not talk to me? I'd rather not be accused of something I didn't do again," You choked out, turning your head into the pillow and beginning to cry heavily into it. Changbin dropped his keys and rushed to your side, bringing you to rest your head against his chest as he ran his hands down your back in a soothing motion.
"I hate you," You mumbled even though it wasn't true, your fist curled up as you weakly hit his chest whimpering as you shook your head at him.
"You walked out on me, on us like we meant nothing." You hissed at him as you weakly hit his chest again, Changbin let you as he held your crying body.
"I'm so sorry," He repeated every time you told him you hated him, whimpering and crying heavily against him as he continued to soothe you.
"After I trusted you with yours, you didn't even t-try to extend the same courtesy to me." You sniffled, pulling away from him and shaking your head. The two of you stared at one another, you could see the tears forming in his eyes as he stared back at you and shook his head.
"I'm so fucking sorry, I know I should have listened I just couldn't see past the photos," He whispered as you stared back at him, scoffing a little.
"There has never and never will be anything between me and Seungmin. Ever. If you'd listened to me you would have known that," You grumbled, folding your arms across your chest as you watched him looking down at the floor.
"Nothing will make things right but I will spend every day apologising and trying to earn your forgiveness," He spoke clearly, turning his head to look at you again as you bit down on your lip.
"You accused me of cheating on you," You reminded him, looking up at the ceiling so the tears wouldn't fall down your cheeks.
"In all of the times, you had rumours I never once-" You took in a deep breath so you didn't start to cry again.
"I never once accused you of it. We talked about it, that's what we're supposed to do Changbin," You sniffled, wiping your eyes on the sleeves of your hoodie and shaking your head at him.
"We're supposed to talk things through, you're not just supposed to walk away as soon as things get hard," You finally broke down again and instantly you were wrapped up inside his arms and held against his chest. Both of you sobbed into one another as he continued to hold you, refusing to let you go even for a second.
"I should have stayed. I should have calmed down and listened to everything you had to say that night," He whispered as you nodded your head, cuddling into him. As badly as you wanted to hate him, you still loved him and adored being back in his arms again. it finally felt as though you could be at peace.
You'd sat there together, cuddled in one another's arms as you broke down every now and again. Talking everything through about your time with Seungmin even though Changbin had told you that you didn't need to. That he trusted you despite acting as though he didn't.
"So, you've been going all the way to Busan because he has a crush on the waitress in one internet cafe?" Changbin chuckled as you laughed weakly, looking down into the mug of hot chocolate and nodding. Once you'd calmed down a little, Changbin cleaned up around the living room and made you both a warm drink so that you could talk things over. Nothing would make up for what he'd done right away but he was going to do what he could.
"Yeah. He finally asked her out the night we got into our fight. That's why he wasn't- Oh my god, the party!" You cried out remembering that you and Seungmin had planned a surprise party for the boys.
"Went off without a hitch, Felix took charge," Changbin explained, drawing small circles on your shoulder as you let out a painful groan.
"I forgot. After the fight, I just shut everything out." You mumbled, looking at Changbin who was smiling weakly at you and leaning down to kiss the top of your head and pulled you closer to him.
"It's fine, we're making up and that's what's important," He whispered to you, kissing your cheek as he kept himself pressed against you.
"True." You glanced at him and smiled a little, he was blushing a little as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Am I banished to sleeping on the sofa for a few days?" He chuckled but you shook your head, you'd spent too long being apart it was time the two of you fell asleep holding each other for a while.
"You're banished from leaving the house for a while until I've had too many cuddles." The two of you nodded and began to make your way up to bed. While things were going to need to be worked on with trust, you just needed to be held by one another for now and let time do the rest of the work.
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it's pouring
summary - you help your hardworking boyfriend
idol!bangchan x f!reader
warnings: swearing
angst, fluff ending
word count: 1.4k
hi everyone this is my first work not sure how to think about it but i'll post it anyway thanks for reading :)))
16 missed calls, 47 text messages fill your phone as you continue ignoring your boyfriend, not wanting to talk to him at the moment. chan as always around comeback eras is working ungodly hours, barely sleeping and hardly eating. it's extremely unhealthy and he knows but always makes excuses.
"i have to finish somethings don't wait up for me"
"i'll have some lunch at the company"
"i'm fine, i promise just tired"
but he wasn't ok. he always pushes himself to the extents for his team and his fans, they appreciate it but are worried about him too.
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"hey y/n, what are you doing here?" hyunjin asked from the couch after you closed the door to the dorm. "chan said he gonna be early tonight, is he in his room?" you began walking towards the bedrooms. "chan hyung isn't here" the black haired boy said in confusion, you paused in your steps and turned to face hyunjin. "but he said..." you get lost in your thoughts before you could end your sentence. "i'm sorry y/n he's still at the company" he gave you a sad look.
"its ok hyunjin, i'll just go home" you can't take your eyes off the floor as tears fill your eyes, hyunjin felt bad of course but lets you leave in your obvious sad state thinking he shouldn't interfere with his hyungs relationship.
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that encounter happened about 2 hours ago as you were now strolling the streets of seoul with tears marking your face, multiple people giving you weird looks but your too worn out from crying to care, it was obvious hyunjin cracked and told chan about you coming over and being upset. chan basically sped over to your apartment seeing that's where you told hyunjin you were going but when he searched through every room and couldn't find you that's when he really started panicking.
"hyunjin i can't fucking find her anywhere and she's not answering me, what if something happened" chan was sobbing at this point putting his phone up to his ear for what seemed like the hundredth time. "i'm sure she's fine hyung" hyunjin tried to calm down his leader while he looked to the two other boys who came out of their rooms when they heard the commotion. "she'll come home soon hyung" jisung said as he rubbed chan's back to ease him. "it will be ok chan just breathe" changbin was standing next to hyunjin with his arms crosses worried about chan and where the fuck you where.
"y/n?" chan shot up and ran to the door as he heard it open, only to be greeted with the second dorm. "fucking hell" he yelled and walked back to his spot on the kitchen island. "hyunjin what's going on?" felix watched his hyung cry into his hands. "y/n is missing" he tried to be quiet but chan threw his phone on the counter, hyunjin flinching at his actions. "for how long?" jeongin worriedly looked at his broken hyung. "i don't fucking know" chan sobbed and slurred over his words
"hyunjin what did she say again, when she was here?" jisung asked thinking they could get a clue into where you where. "she thought chan was coming home early" he replied, they all fall into a silence thinking of places you could possibly be in this big city, chan suddenly stood up making all the boys look at him. "i'll be back" he grabs his phone and runs to the door. "hyung do you want someone to come with you" jeongin yelled as chan was already closing the door behind him. "where do you think he's going?" minho said out loud. "no idea" seungmin walks over to the couch and sits down. "i'm going with him" jisung picks up the car keys and runs out the door following chan.
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"i'll wait here" jisung said as chan parked the car infront of the jype building. "do you think she's here sung?" chan had a doubtful look on his face. "it's the only place i can think of hyung, if she's not here we'll drive around for a bit ok?" jisung gives him a warm smile. "thanks jisung" he gets out of the car and walks up to the tall building, takes the elevator up and walks to his studio. "y/n are you in there?" he calls out quietly knocking on the door. "go away christopher" you said from the closed room
christopher? now he knows how much he messed up.
"baby please let me in" you heard chan say seriously, but you didn't respond thinking about your options. "please y/n" he almost whined, you give in thinking it can only be the best way to solve this. "baby i'm so sorry" he says as soon as you open the door letting him in. "are you?" you look him in the eyes seeing his eyes are puffy, he must had been crying. "of course, i was so worried about you how long have you been here?" he tries to pull you in for a hug but you step back, seeing the pain in his eyes as you do. "can i apologise, please?" chan asks, you sit down on the couch. "go ahead" you say as he sits next to you putting his hand over yours.
"baby i am so incredibly sorry everything has been so stressful these days and i know i shouldn't shut you out, i should talk to you about it" he looks deeply into your eyes. "the company has been really strict about me finishing these songs and all this other shit and i just can't handle it all, but i'm the leader, i have it all on my shoulders" i watch as a tear runs down chans cheek. "baby you shouldn't have to do that just because your their leader" you wipe the tear on his soft skin. "but who else will do it?" he asks with sadness in his voice. "listen, we'll talk to changbin and jisung tomorrow and they can help, 3racha are one right?" you give him a smile, he smiles back. "please forgive me y/n" he squeezes your hand.
"i forgive you channie, but i do need to have a talk with jyp" you give him a look and he laughs. "absolutely not, can we go home baby?" chan stands up, you smile at him. "of course" you stand up with him and walk hand in hand out to the waiting jisung. "it's pouring" you both look outside the front doors, you sense chans gaze and turn your head to be meted with a smiling chan. "what?" you ask, confused. "let's go" he opens the door and pulls you along with him. you both run holding each others hands tightly, running through the rain in which seemed like slow motion. god i love him so much.
"y/n are you ok?" he turns his head as you and chan get in the back. "yes ji, i'm sorry if i worried you" you put your hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. "it's fine as long as your ok" he smiles and turns the car on pulling out onto the road. "i love you so much y/n" chan says, you turn your head to him staring at you with wide loving eyes. "i love you too channie" you lean in and your lips meet, chan swore his heart was pumping at impossible speeds. "get a room" you heard from jisung. "shhh your ruining the moment" chan puts his index finger up shushing the boy as you laughed.
"y/n your back" all heads turned to you as you walked into the dorms seeing all 6 other boys. "y/n i'm sorry i should've come with you" hyunjin pulls you in for a hug. "hyunjin it's ok i promise" you smile when he gets pulled back by chan. "sorry boys but i think i have some more apologising to do" he takes your hand and pulls you towards the bedrooms. "gross" seungmin and jeongin say at the same time then look at each other. "good night" you laugh as chan picks you up bridal style. "use protection" minho yells out as chans door gets slammed. the room gets filled with silence the only thing being heard is you and chan mumbling. "we should like...all go" jisung suggests. "anyone hungry?" felix asks looking extremely awkward. "always" changbin tuts, everyone leaving the dorm to give you and chan privacy.
#stray kids#bang chan#stray kids angst#bang chan angst#stray kids fluff#stray kids x reader#bang chan fluff#chanluvu
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how did they get belle haneul and natty for this group like literally how do you coordinate that
#its more insane than nmixx because everybody on earth is applying to jype so of course they accumulate insane talent#how did this whatever the fuck company find these guys
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Sooo….. I just made a mistake
Graphic sexual content under the cut, minors dni (if I see you interacting with this post and you don’t have an age stated on your profile or you’re a minor, I WILL block you)
Just imagine being skz free use fucktoy and they’re on vacation with you after all that comeback stress, but they still have to vlog of course (gotta keep their fans fed and all that) but they’re so busy with fucking you that they can’t get any other content, so they just upload this video of you being sprawled out on the dinner table for access from all sides, completely fucked out already, eight sets of hands on your body, and of course they can’t show identifying features in this (as if we couldn’t recognize them from their pinky alone) so your face is the only one shown and the shot starts on your face, on the way your eyes are half closed and rolled back into your head, your cheeks red, your chin coated in what probably is a mix of saliva and precum from sucking one of them off earlier, with your lips slightly parted and laboured breaths escaping, too far gone already to properly speak. And then the camera pans down slowly, showing your neck that is held tightly by someone’s hand (we‘d immediately recognize Hyunjin) and your breasts, nipples peaked and swollen, glistening with someone’s spit and red spots showing from where someone pressed his fingertips in too hard. Further down next to your belly your legs can be seen, held up on one side by tiny hands and on the other side by long and skinny fingers, Felix and Jeongin apparently helping out whoever is ramming into you at this moment. And then it moves even further down, showing a long and veiny cock, obviously belonging to the person holding the camera, sliding in and out of your slick hole, the sight alone so pornographic that you know what you‘ll masturbate to once they go on tour again. Chan‘s dark voice can be heard right behind the camera, giving away that it’s him currently drilling into you: „My god, so beautiful, Baby, treating us so well on this holiday. Say hi to STAY“ and then he chuckles when all he gets in response is a strangled moan. „Guess, you’re unable right now, huh? It’s alright, Baby, I‘ll talk for you. Do you hear that, STAY? They say Hi and want to thank you for all the support during our last comeback. Now please excuse us for the next couple of days while we’re busy… unwinding here. Talk to you soon!“ and with that he hands the camera over to someone else, who gets one last shot of his hips picking up speed and drawing high pitched screams out of you, before the camera is turned off and the iconic „Stray Kids everywhere all around the world“ ending screen is seen.
The video is only online for a couple of minutes, the members uploaded it without telling staff and JYPE immediately got it removed when they found out, but it’s enough time for the fans to screen record or download it and make edits and spread images, everyone loving the support the members get through their little toy and begging the company to allow for more of this content (of course with proper age restriction)
#skz#stray kids#ot8#skz hard thoughts#hard thoughts#skz imagines#help it’s now stuck in my head#how do I get this out#i want this so bad
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— Fahrenheit ( bangchan x reader )
rated - mature | minors dni
parts - one, two (explicit)
warnings - idol universe, name changed idols, mature themes, drug use, alcohol use, sexual themes, mentions of mental illness, slight angst
x x x
“It’s not rocket science, Chris."
My annoyance hits the roof. What the hell is his problem? Why's he turning this into a damn soap opera?
"You're back in LA. New York—yes or no?"
Chris tiptoes the line ever since last year's scandal close shave. I get playing it safe, but I'm alone in a six-bedroom Jersey fortress. In the U.S. media game, I'm golden. No cancel threats, not yet in my rising career.
But the spotlight got hotter after the last single went viral. Chris, in the crosshairs of relentless management, dances a careful routine.
He's the big shot, leader of the world's hottest K-pop group. His company would shoot themselves in the foot by axing him. Yet, Mr. Libra doesn't dig rocking the boat.
"-I want to, babe, but it's too risky right now."
I sigh. Twisting my computer chair, neon lights bathe me in purples and reds. I'm in the studio, bullshitting on songs for the third album.
I've had it. "Catch you later, Chris." The call drops, facedown on the desk, anger swirling.
"Seriously, fuck you." I spit out, taking it personally.
Being a foreigner feels like the snag. His industry would call me a disgrace tagging along.
I don't need that energy.
Am I settling as his 'little secret'? I'm 29, he's 27 – grown folks. Pings remind me of him, but I silence the noise. Facetime interrupts, Jake, the friend with benefits. Games or busy, no time for emotional plays.
Warner signed my band, deep in commitments, mind racing. A shrink's gift? Adderall for my ADHD.
Now, even less time for the BS.
"Hey, daddy." I purr, thickening my accent.
Jake’s smile fades as he eyes me. "What?" I giggle,
"Stop playing with me like that, y/n."
"How am I playing with you?"
"You're gonna end up with your legs cocked back like last time, girl, cool it."
Laughter ensues. I glimpse his background – a parking garage stairwell. We catch up every couple of weeks via Facetime.
"Where are you at?" I squint.
"Recognize it?" Jake turns his phone, revealing the New York City skyline.
"You're out here? Aw, shit." I lean back in my chair, a half-cocked grin, tongue behind my lower lip.
"Aw, shit is right! What's up? What are you up to tonight?"
I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "Nah, uh, Jake. We gotta play nice. I got a good thing going on right now."
He sighs, exasperation audible. "You two still a thing? Thought you were photographed over there, outside the JYPE building?"
"I was."
"They ain't letting that fly, you serious, y/n?"
"I mean, they're being hard on him, but we're still trying to make it work." I express more hope than Chris does. Jake’s viewpoint is valid – he's been through the K-pop circuit, burned out, went solo, and found massive international success.
Which is why he bitches about it.
It's unfair.
"I do wanna see you, though," I admit, the need for an adventure kicking in.
"That's my girl. Hey, I'm about to hop in the car. Should be able to make it over in twenty. You at your spot in Jersey?"
"Yes, I am, Jake, but don't come in on no bullshit."
"I'm always on bullshit. See you in twenty."
Jake hangs up before I can fight back.
Why is my grin so wide? I roll my eyes at my own excitement, surprised at how genuinely thrilled I am to be around someone who wants to be with me. Scanning Chris's messages puts me in a better mood.
babydaddy: there’s no way you just hung up like that -_-
babydaddy: this is my life…my career…
babydaddy: why can't you be more patient?? this is hard for me too…
babydaddy: we need to talk tomorrow…
babydaddy: about us, and where this is going.
The last message triggers something in me. My stomach twists like it always does before bad news. It doesn't change, whether in poverty in my hometown or a small Jersey mansion. The same sunken gut reaction. We've been going back and forth, but this sounds... final. At some point, he'll grow sick of it. I know I have.
Yet, there's so much I love about Chris. Selfishly, I don't want him with anyone else. He's the man of my dreams, flawed as he is, he’s human. My human. I panic, feeling like my boat has sprung a leak, desperate to plug it somehow.
Knowing myself, I turn my phone upside down, placing it on my desk and stand up, distancing myself from the setting. Something else would trap me; all I want is not to reply to him with charged emotion. It wouldn't help anything.
Jake’s on his way over.
I take a deep breath, letting my anxiety settle. I'll talk to him; he always has good insight and wisdom beyond his years. I look at myself in the mirror. I'm in comfy mode, barefoot, walking across hardwood floors.
Entering the dimly lit kitchen, I brew hot chocolate, curling my toes against the balls of my feet, cracking knuckles as I chew my lower lip, mind drifting to Chris. Resistance is weaker now; the reasons to text back sound more convincing. I shake my head, trying to clear my mind, grab my cup, and sip as I walk past my bearded dragon's tank. It's late; he's asleep, tucked into his pink bed. I stare at each plant, trying to keep my thoughts in check.
My outdoor motion detection buzzes the smartwatch on my wrist, signaling someone's arrival. I glimpse headlights through my foyer. My grin widens; I bite my lip, urging myself to behave.
"Alexa, shuffle my evening playlist on Spotify, downstairs."
The nearest speaker obeys, filling the space with music. My dog scurries around my feet as the doorbell rings, and my bigger dog's deep barks echo throughout the house.
“Hey, cool it!" I shout at them, stepping over the little one weaving through my legs, nipping my ankles for some ungodly reason. I open the door, visibly exasperated, while my larger dog bellows from the top of the stairs.
Jake points to her behind me, furrowing his brows dramatically. "I thought we were friends!"
My dog hurls another final, loud bark before slowly making her way down the stairs. I let Jake in, lock the door, and he takes off his shoes, grabbing a disposable guest pair from the basket by the front door. I turn, starting down the hall, and Jake’s full body weight slams into me from behind, arms wrapping around my body, causing me to stumble. Seemingly unpredictably, he stops us from falling while laughing. I catch my footing, give him a firm shove, swipe stray hair behind my ear, and correct the other side, giving him a side-eye.
"Now, you know damn well I'm too clumsy for some stupid shit like that," I scoff, turning into the living room. I walk over to the glass coffee table near the sofa, grab the nearby gold electric candle lighter, tip it into the wide, three-wick candle, and light each of their blackened tips. The scents of apple-cinnamon, cedar, sandalwood, and vanilla fill the room, complemented by the warm orange glow of well-placed LED lights. I sit on the edge of the sofa, and Jake takes his favorite spot on the oversized black beanbag chair nearby. He pulls his hood off, followed by his knitted beanie, ruffling his dark brown hair.
I've got to say, Jake is a handsome guy, no doubt about it.
But I've got problems, and I've caught heavy feelings for one of my biggest headaches lately—Christopher Bang.
We're in this so deep, at least on my end.
I start to think a little harder, trying to see beyond the rose colored glasses for a moment. His text plays through my head as I scroll on my phone, my excuse being searching for another song to skip to on Spotify. But, of course, I get back to the messages Chris sent earlier.
"About us, and where this is going…"
We'd never had an official conversation about being exclusive. We met by chance, fell for each other, and started sneaking around together. I consider Chris my boyfriend, and I’m saved in his phone under ‘baby.' That's got to mean something, right?
The horror begins to set in—has this been a situationship this whole time? Is that why he never went public?
Anxiety creeps in.
"Yo," Jake snaps his fingers, waving his fingers. Damn, I must've been really distracted, crinkled brows as I stare into my phone, thumb tapping against the glass but not doing anything. I look up at him, raising my brows as if I had just briefly missed something he recently said.
"Hm?" I ask.
He's sitting up more, his left hand stroking one of my cats. "Talk to me, girl," he gestures to the marble ashtray with half of a joint, "And pass it."
I lean forward, grabbing the pink joint and placing it between my lips. I use the lighter nearby, sparking it, blowing a few times, the smoke thick and pungent, rising into the air. I tap it into the ashtray and lean over, passing it his way. Jake takes it graciously, placing it between the center of his pink lips and taking a big inhale. He holds it in, nodding, looking down at it as he blows the smoke out the side of his mouth.
"Chris and I got into it again. He told me they were coming to LA for a show over at KCON, and he was like 'maybe I can fly over to see you,' trying to fit it in, delaying his trip to Korea by like three days, which didn’t seem like a big deal. But then after everything ended, he was just hyper-aware of the attention on them and changed his mind," I begin to explain. Jake has taken a few hits during my story; he's leaning forward, passing me the joint again. I take it, hitting it.
"Did he say why?" he asks. Jake’s voice is low, even-toned. He’s invested in my story and the way I’m feeling, I can tell by the way his laser focus is on me as I speak. His eye contact is intense, fiery, the Aries in him.
"No, he didn’t, and that’s what frustrated me, so we got on a call tonight. He like—called me and was dancing around it, and I was like 'look, it’s not hard, are you coming to New York or not.' I was just... over it," I reply, pausing to take another hit before passing it to Jake once more. "He was all 'I want to, baby, but it's too risky.'” I mock his Aussie accent, and Jake can’t help the cough of smoke that comes out from trying to repress a laugh. He turns his head, full-on coughing a couple of times before he catches his breath again.
"Do you need water?" I ask, successfully holding back my own laugh. I don’t wait for his reply, instead, standing up and taking a few steps over to the mini-fridge and grabbing a bottle of spring water, handing it to him.
Plopping back down on the couch, I sigh. "So I didn’t even let him get the rest of it out. I was like 'ok, I’ll talk to you later' and like, hung up."
Jake places the burnt-out joint tip into the tray, effectively ending our puff-puff-pass session, making us both more relaxed and a little spacey. "Oof, y/n, this is... such a unique situation that very few people go through, and even fewer non-K-idols. I mean, I don’t agree with any of it, right? But it’s not me, and Chan, he’s in like–the peak of their career as a boy group, dude." Jake shakes his head, sitting back, my cat jumping from his lap, considering him having moved too much for his comfort.
"I don’t—care," I blurt.
Jake’s head drops back with a sigh before he picks it up again. "That’s probably part of the problem. Chan’s risking his career; Korea is no joke when it comes to this shit. I promise you, unless you’re physically in the industry as an idol over there, you have no idea. It’s so obsessive, and these companies, the management, they will not let you breathe, and the bigger you are—the tighter they hold onto you because there’s so much more to lose at that point."
He only leaves a half second of pause before he says, "I don’t think you’re compatible with—nor do you deserve, that kind of relationship with anyone."
Ouch.
It hurts that much more because—he’s right
"Now that doesn’t make Chan a bad person, or you a weak person. He’s got a right to this life he’s worked super hard to get to, and you’ve got a right to someone to love you the way you want to be loved, especially while you’re in the beginning stage of becoming great yourself. It’s a huge distraction—maybe not a relationship, but like, that kind of relationship."
I can do nothing but sigh, throwing my hands up and sitting back onto the couch, feeling, well, defeated. Can you blame me? It fucking sucks, the reality of it all that I was trying to avoid.
"Fuck," I finally say aloud.
Jake’s looking at me; I know he feels bad for breaking it down so plain, but he does it because he cares about me and wants the best for me, and I know that. “You still do what you want; it’s your life. Whatever you two decide is what you two decide, but that’s just—my limited experience.”
I scoff with a roll of my eyes, “Limited experience. Yeah ok.”
He laughs.
We both understand the subtext of the brief exchange.
“He says we need to talk tomorrow, about us and ‘where this is going’,” I say with air quotes.
“I mean, hey, it’s an opportunity to get your concerns out there, listen to his, and decide what’s best for you. He’ll decide what’s best for him. If that’s being together, great, if not, great. Either way, you’ll be ok. That’s how I like to see these kinds of things.” Jake says, his words profound and his perspective valuable to me. He leans forward, “We’ve known each other like what? Almost a year now?” I nod to confirm, and he continues, “In that short period of time, I can just—tell that you’re a strong person; you wouldn’t have gotten this far if you weren’t. If you ever need someone to talk to, my line is always open.”
I let another long breath go before laying across the sofa on my stomach, bringing myself closer to Jake as I lazily hug a pillow, resting my chin atop it. His advice is logged in my thoughts. I really don’t want to talk about it anymore—the way he phrased it did something to lower my anxiety so I was going to let sleeping dogs lie. “What about you, huh? What’s got you on the East Coast? You’re never over here, rarely in America anymore for real.”
“Yeah, I’ve been—busy, but it’s a blessing, you know? I’m so grateful that so many people support me, as a solo artist, doing my own thing, my way.” Jake never fails to acknowledge those around him that have supported him, and keeps himself grounded and humble somehow through being an international celebrity. “But I was at the Versace show over in Soho. I’ve got a couple of other shows to see for New York Fashion Week, but I touched down and had to come see you.”
I lift a brow. “I’m not gonna fuck you, Jake.”
Without hesitation, he fires back, “I’m not asking you to, y/n.”
It’s enough to drag a snort from me.
He laughs, “The hotels get lonely, and most places I go, I don’t know anyone. I like it here; you’ve done a lot since the last time I was here.” Jake looks around at the decor. He points to a painting of a cat skeleton on a black canvas. “That’s new, I like it.” He says.
“Yeah? I do too; it’s simple but it matches the vibe of the space, I found it by accident one day.”
When Jake says the hotels are lonely, I believe him. He often confides in me about how lonely his lifestyle can be and how it can drive him so crazy that he’ll call everyone through his phone until someone answers, and when that person hangs up, he’ll keep going. More often than not, he doesn’t have anyone to call, despite my insisting that I was an option. Some nights, when it gets really bad, he’ll have a tendency towards drinking, which is something I don’t like, and we’ve talked about ad nauseam. Of course, he’s always welcome in my safe spaces.
“So what’s new with the band? When you texted me the other day, you had like, tons of shit going on that you were freaking out about.” Jake cracks open the bottle of water, taking a gulp.
“I’m flying out to LA next week for a couple of events, but we’re like focused on album three right now; I’ve been locked in the studio just writing.”
“Ok, ok, you got anything for me to hear yet?” He seems to perk up to ask this question.
“Eh, nothing I’m ready to show or anything, just fragments of songs right now. The label is really pushing the work we did with album two to build the hype up for album three, and that’s the one they funded.” I kick my feet slowly in the air behind me as I talk.
“We should do a song together.” Jake says, quite suddenly. He can tell I’m taken aback. I mean, creatively, Jake and I get along great, but we had never discussed merging on a record before. “An official song, I think it could sound incredible.”
I immediately want to agree, of course, but I have a couple of hurdles I know I need to jump now that I’ve gotten to this point in my career. I hated that. I used to be able to agree to a collaboration immediately. But Jake had even more hoops to jump through; he couldn’t commit to something official now either.
So why was he proposing it?
“I gotta ask the label—”
“Fuck the label, dude.” Jake waves his hand, “They don’t have to know anything, not yet. We’ll just work together and see what happens. Whaddya say?”
It takes no thought for me to reply,
“Let’s do it.”
—
Jake wore me down enough to bring him down into the studio, insisting he didn't have anything important to do until tomorrow evening. I don't want to encourage his drinking, but when he spots the whiskey decanter, he gestures to it as I sit down in the main chair in front of the soundboard.
"What’s in there? Hennessy?" He answers his own question as I spin around in the chair to see what he’s talking about. He’s already over at the mini bar, opening it up and whiffing.
"Yeah, but I rarely drink it. I got it for guests." I turn towards my soundboard again, powering it up and waiting for the two large screens to load. I add another thought to the end of my sentence, albeit, to myself. Not like I have guests anyway.
Jake comes over with a glass, the brown liquor sloshing around as he tilts it in my direction. I roll my eyes, taking it, and he’s already got his glass, which he holds out for a toast.
"To the music," Jake says.
"The music." I oblige, clinking his glass and taking my gulp down a lot less gracefully than he does his, before he pours up another for himself. "Don’t overdo it; you’re gonna have a nasty hangover, and I won’t be the one to blame for it." I press a few buttons, and the house lights lower, back to the blue and purple hue I was sitting in earlier.
"I am a grown man that knows my limits." Jake states, matter-of-factly. He sits in the rolling chair at the table alongside me, pulling himself up to the soundboard and sitting back in his chair, sipping his drink as his eyes dance across the screens while I click around, pulling up my digital audio workstation of choice.
I point to the keyboard nearest to him, "Press a key for me?" He does, confirming it's connected and functional, the note ringing out through the monitors.
"Aw yeah." Jake sits up, setting his glass down on the designated cupholder space on the edge of the mixing table as he places both hands on the keys, beginning to fiddle with the limited random keys and chords he had learned how to play while being forced to learn as a trainee. "Damn, it’s been so long." He says, a half smile on his face. I can tell he’s reminiscing, I just can’t tell if it’s good or bad. "You’re so lucky to have control over your music, you know that?" He says, looking over at me before focusing back on the instrument again, slender fingers of his right hand climbing up the keys.
"I don’t really have total control, not anymore. Not sure I ever did." I say with a sigh. "It’s always been like—an Eli and me thing, not just a ‘me’ thing. I just get a little more attention because I’m the one out front, singing." I continue to explain. Jake’s stopped playing, instead choosing to lean in his chair and eye me over the top of his glass as he sips, listening to me with an empathetic nod. "Now with a major label involved, there are so many other factors now."
"You get the final say though, right?"
"Well, yeah, I guess I do." I say with uncertainty, not because it isn’t true, but because it still feels like the decisions I make have to be based on what everyone else thinks is best for us. If I vehemently object, I’m persuaded down to the decisions of others. Sometimes, it feels like I’m being gaslit. But I don’t have much time to ruminate on that, since everything is moving forward at top speed.
"Guess it’s complicated?" Jake concedes.
I nod.
"Girl, you got it," Jake croons in his gruff voice, eyes closed, fingers snapping to start a rhythm. "And I know it, baby, why don’t you?”
I nod, sliding him away from the keys as I hit some chords to match his singing. Unsure if it's a freestyle or something pre-written, I catch the composition unfolding. Music flows through me effortlessly—my natural talent that's brought me this far. It didn't happen overnight, but creating is the part of music that feels like pure joy, a distraction from all the BS.
Soon, we're vibing out a hook, laughing for hours, blending funk with '90s groove, a nostalgic fusion. My phone rings, freezing me in place. The weight of unresolved problems crashes over me. Jake senses it; I bolt before he protests. His eyes speak understanding; he knows when to let me deal with my demons. I answer the phone, attempting to steady my voice.
“Hello?”
“You answered.”
It’s Chris.
His voice is tired, ironic, as if he couldn’t believe it himself but didn’t care.
It irritates me. Why call back so soon if compromise isn't on the table?
“I just called to say, that I’ll be there in about four hours.”
A lump forms in my throat; I glance around for a clock. Holed up in the studio with Jake, time escaped me.
“But you said—“
‘First class, you are now welcome to pre-board flight 917 to Newark, First class, you are now welcome to pre-board flight 917 to Newark.’
“I gotta go, but I’ll see you in a few, yeah?”
“Y-yeah.”
The phone beeps, leaving me in stunned silence. The studio's muted song hums in the background. I'm not ready to face it yet, still figuring out what this sudden visit means.
“Said I wouldn’t do this.” I mutter, pressing my fists against my forehead, heaving a frustrated sigh. I vowed not to let another man stir my emotions, yet here I am—almost having a meltdown. But my feelings are valid. No explanation after a heated argument, and suddenly he's on his way here?
Maybe he got another perspective from the members or his friends. Maybe he thought about it. Either way, he'll be here in four hours. We can hash it out then.
I muster the calm to return to the studio. Jake sits back, his chair turning towards me. “Well?”
I plop onto the nearby sofa. “He’s boarding a flight here now, said he’ll be here in four hours.”
Jake’s brows lift in surprise. “See? I told you…this was going to push you two in some direction it needed to go. Four hours? My man, okay BangChan!” Jake laughs, toasting with his glass. “So I added some drums, check it out.” He plays the track; the groove multiplies.
“You added that part too?” I notice another musical flair, and he nods proudly. After a few seconds, he turns it off, a slow fade of the volume knob.
“I think that’s enough for me to work with for now, what do you think?”
"The skeleton is definitely there, but what about more instruments?" I question. Jake pushes his chair back, picks up his hoodie, slipping it on as he stands up.
“It’s enough to write to; we can come back to it; if Chan’s on his way here, the last thing he needs is to see another guy here late night.” He slips on his shades, his phone reflected in them as he orders an Uber Black. I didn't think he cared like this, feeling closer to him; he did what he felt was best. I was freaking out about how to get him out in time, and Jake took the initiative.
A relieved sigh escapes me. “I owe you.”
“Absolutely nothing. You don’t owe me anything, sweetheart. I had a good time here tonight.” He tucks his phone in his jacket pocket. “Twelve minutes.”
I nod. “Follow me upstairs, I made some cookies yesterday; you can take some with you.”
“Ooh what kind?”
“Chocolate chip.”
“A classic.”
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Full of Surprises
not much to say but i hope you all enjoy this one!!
shin ryujin x reader
disclaimer/s : yall know the drill. smut. if you're under 18 i suggest going to read some fluffier or angstier stuff.
Ryujin knew you like the back of her hand, being able to tell what you wanted and how you felt with just a glance. Some people saw it as a talent and she saw it as her God given gift.
Even so, you somehow still find ways to surprise her.
You and her had been public for quite a while now, and JYP chose to monetize your relationship as much as they wanted, as per the agreement to you two not breaking up when you were found out. Both of you were sitting on the balcony of JYPE's building, getting ready for couple's questions.
Ryujin eyes you, your tired eyes looking around anxiously. She couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty for what you were going through, she knew just how exhausted you must've been. You didn't sign up to essentially be an idol. She slides her hand over to yours, shocking you out of your trance.
The rapper mouthes a discreet 'I love you' making you smile and you instantly had more life in you than mere seconds ago.
The interview had run smoothly, the questions were tame and carefully selected. Favorite foods, who sleeps first, who pursued who first. It was all scripted anyway, so neither of you were in any real danger of exposing anything more than what the company wanted.
Then the interviewer went off script, "Y/n, you're dating the Shin Ryujin who fans would say is one of the most attractive idols of the 4th generation of Kpop." You giggle then look over to your girlfriend who smiled at you just as warmly, "There must be something you find the most arousing about her."
Suddenly, Ryujin's smile faded and she stared blankly at the the middle aged lady who asked you both questions. The older woman didn't pay the rapper any attention, her focus being on you.
You laugh nervously before shifting in your chair but before the rapper can come to your rescue you take a shaky breathe. "I like a lot of things about Ryujin, but the first thing that stuck out to me were her thighs I suppose. I mean just look at them." You comment while stroking her exposed, muscular legs.
Ryujin is stunned and flustered, so is the interviewer thinking that you would melt under the pressure of the question. But you stare blankly at her, fully aware they would edit that out of the final cut.
The interview ended shortly after that unscripted question. You were scolded by Ryujin's manager for the answer but you apologized blankly. But the rapper couldn't stop thinking about your answer and the way you looked while you said it.
You two were huddled into ITZY's van, her manager going to get you both lunch from the cafeteria.
"So you think my thighs are the hottest part of me, N/n?" She asks as the car doors shut. You say nothing and look at her with a knowing look. "I said that to get the question cut, Ryujin."
She shakes her head before looking around cautiously. When she's sure that no one will barge in, she tugs you onto her lap. Smirking proudly when she sees your cheeks flush. "The fuck are you doing, Ryu?"
The short-haired woman says nothing, only taking your hips in her hands, guiding you down onto her strong thighs. Blushing wildly when you cry out loudly and take her shoulder firmly in her hand to ground yourself.
"So full of surprises, N/n..." She whispers before tensing her leg, only causing your hand to fly up to your mouth, trying to silence yourself embarrassed. She takes your hand in hers, intwining the digits as she leans up to press her forehead to yours with a surprisingly loving smile. "I do love learning more about you and your odd wants..."
Ryujin pecks your lips gently before, guiding your hips against her taut leg as a series of short-winded and high pitched moans fell from your lips. She shuddered as she felt just how wet you were even with your panties on.
"...Ryujin..." You whine softly, cracking one eye open. She strokes your cheek gently, "What is it, precious girl?"
"I..." You're hesitant to speak but continue to rut yourself against your girlfriend desperately. "...I need more."
The rapper smirks to herself before nodding. Her hands slip under your skirt, pulling off your soiled underwear, slipping it into her bag for her own collection. While she did that you made an effort to pull your top off your body. Shyly, you take her cheeks in your hands, pulling her in for a deep kiss as you adjusted yourself to have a better angle on her leg.
Your exposed cunt meeting her tight thigh and you groan delicately against her bare skin. Ryujin moans against your lips feeling just how wet you really were for nothing more than teasing. Her right hand falls behind your head, scratching the nape of your neck as her left hand squeezes your boob firmly.
You cry out against her lips as she tweaks your nipples between her fingers. Her eyes watch you intensely as she begins jutting her leg up and down, slapping against your clit. You bite down on your lip as you pant softly, your hips moving against her skin.
You look up and stare desperately into Ryujin's eyes. They're filled with hunger and love as she doubles her efforts making your eyes screw shut. Your hands drift from her cheeks to wrap around her neck, leveraging yourself harder and faster onto her leg, feeling a streak of your wetness drawing on her skin.
"You're so hot Y/n, Jesus look at you..." She groans softly before diving into your neck, suckling and nipping down on the sensitive skin. Her lips replace her hand on your bouncing breasts, sucking on the mounds as you cry out, tangling your hand around her dark locks. Incoherently begging her for more.
Ryujin gasps feeling you tensing in her arms as a burst of so much of your juices on her leg. Staining the fabric of the van chair as you throw your head back, mouth dropping open as a silent scream rings in the car.
Your girlfriend watches in amazement as you spasm and jolt, pleasure wracking you in the most delicious way possible. It wasn't long until you fell limp into her arms. You kiss her neck softly, "Thank you, Ryujin...you felt amazing...I love you..." you whisper, voice horse and trailing off.
Before long you'd drifted off to sleep, leaving Ryujin hot and bothered to dress you. But she happily did so, learning something that she could hold against you...in this case literally.
She smiles at your blissed out and calm face as you slept in her arms, running a hand through your mussed hair. "So full of surprises, my N/n."
a little all over the place but i am on a little pain medication due to an injury so i hope you'll forgive me HAAHAHAH i hope you all enjoyed this and i will see you all tomorrow!!
take care my lovelies 💓
- r
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Stress Reliever
Hi everyone, this was a request that involved being a masseur officially, and you would fuck the idols instead. This was gonna be the variety piece that involved multiple JYPE Idols, but as I started writing, it became a Chaeryeong fic.
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Chaeryeong x M reader
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Approaching the JYP building, you prepare for a long day. You’re in a unique line of work, and you’re on top in that line of work. Idols often work themselves to the bone, stress themselves out remembering complicated choreography, and have to deal with a monstrous amount of fans at all times. Idols often need a way to relax; sometimes, the answer is a massage. That’s where you come in, as a high-class masseur. You are brought in to relieve their stress and ensure they can keep performing at their best. You were just a masseur to everyone but the men on top of these companies. You already had set your public persona in place. You didn’t have to worry about fansites, managers, or anything. These CEOs were the only ones that knew you were fucking their idols. They helped you out, always having a special room ready for your sessions, a well-stocked, soundproofed room that was not to be entered by anyone, or they would risk being fired. It also included a shower to help the idols wash up afterward.
On your schedule today were multiple JYPE idols. You make your way through the building, filling out forms and telling people why you were there to pass through the building without trouble. Finally, you reach your room and prepare for the first client getting all the oils and table in order. After a couple of minutes, you hear the buzz from the call button “Who is it.”
“It’s Chaeryeong” This would be Chaeryeong’s first session with you.
“Come in,” you say as you open the door and step aside.
“It’s nice to meet you. Twice Sunbaenim said you’re really good,” Chaeryeong says in a nervous tone. She already knows what happens in these sessions; she’s just nervous with it being her first time.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Miss Chaeryeong. If you could get changed, that would be great. The clothing for this session is in the changing room.” You point her to the changing room and wait for her return. As she does, you can see she’s a little embarrassed as she tries to cover herself. The outfits for these sessions are thin white and short crop tops, barely enough to cover their tits, in Jihyo’s case not at all, and a thin white thong. The fabric is so thin that the clothes become transparent when the oils come in contact with it. The pieces of clothing were nothing more than a mere formality. “Please, Miss Chaeryeong, you do not need to be embarrassed. Now please lay down, lay down on the table face up.” She’s not too convinced and continues to cover herself.
As she lays down on the table, she finally takes her hands away from her body. You grab the massage oil and pour it down Chaeryeong's chest, all the way to her stomach. The oil seeps into her top, showing her light pink nipples. You put the oil bottle aside and begin massaging Chaeryeong’s body, spreading the oil around. You start at her stomach; your hands slide down, stopping just before her thong. You apply slight pressure to her abdomen, your hands running down her sides. Her midsection now shines, the oil covering her. You start to move up her body, your hands rubbing the oil into the underside of her tits. Chaeryeong gasps as you do so; you purposefully avoid touching her tits too much. Instead, you quickly run your hands over them, ensuring they are well covered. You hear her moans, but looking at her face, you can see her eyes closed. She’s trying to look like this isn’t getting to her. You move your hands under her shirt and, with your thumbs, flick her nipples when you run your hands over her tits.
Next is her arms; you grab the oil and pour a little on them. You begin to knead her arm, your hands wrapping around them. Thumbs next to each other before moving outwards, you make your way down her arm and follow the same process on the other. In the third part of this section, you massage her legs. Once more, you grab the oil and pour a line of it down her legs. Beginning at her feet, much like with her arms, you put your hands together and, with slight pressure, move them outwards. Chaeryeong starts to giggle at this point; her feet are very ticklish. It brings a smile to your face; she’s cute when she laughs. You move up to her shins; it’s hard to do much here, so you just rub the oil into her skin. Her thighs are next; you pour some more oil on them before your start. You apply more force than usual when you start to massage her thighs. Once the top and the outer side are covered, you move Chaeryeong’s thigh to the side, having her bend her knee. You massage the inside of her thigh, eventually reaching her pussy. You quickly grab the oil and pour a little over her pussy. You massage around it, outlining its shape. Chaeryeong's head is to the side, and she’s trying to hold back a moan.
“Miss Chaeryeong, it’s not good to hold back here. You can let out your moans. After all, it’s music to my ears.” Chaeryeong finally lets it out, her breathy moans filling the space. You continue outlining her pussy before eventually massaging it. Two of your fingers trace her inner folds before plunging in. Chaeryeong’s moans grow as your fingers explore her insides. You add a third one to the mix; Chaeryeong bites her lip before moaning.
“Sir, I’m gonna cum”
“That’s alright, Miss Chaeryeong; you don’t have to hold it in. Cum whenever you want to.” As you continue your massage, Chaeryeong screams out as she cums, her juices flowing onto the table. Satisfied with yourself, you tell her to flip over onto her back. You start back at her legs, time you can reach her calves and give them the appropriate attention they need. You knead into them like you had done to the rest of her body, starting in the middle and moving out. Moving up quickly, you massage the back of her thighs; you had already paid more than enough attention the first time through. That leaves you with Chaeryeong’s big ass; at this time, you begin to pull her thong down, taking it off her completely. You start massaging the lower part of her ass, having your hand squeeze it and move it around.
Chaeryeong’s moans become apparent again. You spread her cheeks apart and run your hands along the inside, not missing a spot. You run a single finger around her puckered asshole before moving it inside. You have your finger completely inside her; she quickly becomes accustomed to it, so you add another finger. Using the fingers inside her, you stretch her asshole by opening them up. Chaeryeong lets out a couple of moans, and you start to thrust your fingers. This causes her to grow louder. After 30 seconds, you add a third finger, and after another 30, a fourth. Chaeyoung’s asshole clamps down on your fingers as she cums again. You pull your fingers out of her and massage her lower back like nothing happened. Her back was toned, likely from all her exercise and dancing. Once all you have left to massage is her upper back and shoulders, you move to where her head is. Once you’re right in front of her face, you drop your pants and boxers, letting your cock fall right in front of her. Chaeryeong lets out a gasp upon seeing it. “Miss Chaeryeong, it’s time for the real massage.” She knows what you’re talking about; she had spoken to Twice about these sessions. Her mouth opens, awaiting your cock.
You start sliding it in. Chaeryeong is not as experienced as the Twice members; her technique is sloppy. More than anything, it seems like she’s trying to imitate moves that she’s seen in films. You slowly thrust into her mouth, and at the same time, you continue with your massage pressing on Chaeryeong’s upper back and kneading her shoulders. Your cock reaches into Chaeryeong’s throat, becoming coated in her saliva. Her face is bliss; her eyes are closed as she sucks on your cock. You notice that she’s also fingering herself as she’s blowing you. You remember reading through each client's notes that Chaeryeong enjoys being praised.
“You're doing so good, Chaeryeong. I’m going to be cumming soon; where do you want it?” You pull it out of her mouth so she can tell you.
“On my face, please! Don’t you think I have a face that would look great covered in your cum?” she’s having fun now, her earlier shyness replaced with confidence. You let her keep sucking your cock; she licks your head like a lollipop. As you’re about to pull cum, you pull out of her mouth and finish yourself, cumming on her face. Your cum covered her eyes, the bridge of her nose, and landed on her lips.
“You do look great covered in my cum Chaeryeong.” You pat her head. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, Chaeryeong.” She starts to giggle giddily from all the praise you’ve given her. You go back behind her and pull her over the edge of the massage table, bringing her ass to you. “Now, where does my good girl want my cock next.”
Her embarrassment returned when you asked, “Can I have it in my pussy?”
“Sure you can, Chaeryeong” You tease her first, your cock between her thighs, rubbing the lips of her pussy. She lets out whimpers; once you have had enough, you finally push yourself into her awaiting pussy. Her walls are driven apart by your cock; Chaeryeong lets out a long moan as you reach her womb. “Chaeryeong, you’re such a good girl no one else could take me in like you.”
Through her moans, Chaeryeong can say, “Really? No one else, not even Jihyo?”
“Really, you’re the best Chaeryeong” Chaeryeong looks back at you with a big smile. You keep your thrusts consistent, both in pace and force. Now is also the time you start to massage her breasts. You cup one in each hand, squeezing them slowly, before rubbing them in slow circular motions. Chaeryeong starts to play with her clit, flicking it, rubbing it, doing anything that makes her feel even more pleasure. You pull away a hand and lift Chaeryeong’s leg onto the table, allowing you to push deeper into her. Your cock reaches into her womb; her soft ass bounces against you with every thrust. Her walls begin to tighten, signaling that she’s cumming. “Where do you want me to cum, Chaeryeong?”
“Inside-Inside me” You continue thrusting into her. You spread her cheeks and insert your thumb into her asshole, also thrusting it. You and Chaeryeong cum together. She collapses onto the table, and you keep your cock inside her for a few seconds. Pumping all your cum into her womb.
As you pull out, you tell her, “You did great today, Chaeryeong; I hope I managed to get rid of all your stress. Now let’s get you to the shower.”
“Thank you, sir, I loved that” Chaeryeong stands up and, with your help, starts to make her way to the shower room. She stops for a moment to kiss you. “I- can we do this again? In the shower?” You check the clock, 30 minutes until your next client.
“Sure, we can do it in the shower.” It was apparent to you that any stress she had was now gone. Chaeryeong smiles upon hearing you say yes. You both enter the shower to continue her “massage.”
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