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sungiesbabygirl · 8 days
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Instagram stories with sunghoon | p.s
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pairings : sunghoon x fem!reader
warnings : lovey dovey shit, staring at sunghoons hands, moody sunghoon, mentions of heeseung, boyfriend material
a/n : if you don’t like my work and feel the need to hate please block me immediately. Also plagiarism or stealing my work is not allowed!
a/n : READ THIS !! is this love will be out later today, with everything that has been going on I decided to postpone it just a little bit due to the fact I haven’t finished yet (it’s close to the end) and it needs cleaning up. Thank you for understanding !
members : heeseung / jay / jake / sunghoon / sunoo / jungwon / riki
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the end.
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a/n : please feel free to request anything on the button that says ‘hard thoughts’ I’ll do anything!!
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nanawritesit · 6 months
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SM Entertainment Girl Group Idol AU (fem!reader insert)
feel free to use this for shifting or as a fanfiction backstory! (just tag me if it’s the second one hehe)
disclaimer: the extra info sections aren’t all original ideas, many were found on pinterest/tiktok :) images aren’t mine either
tw: none that i’m aware of
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Group Profile:
Group Name: Etoile (meaning star/ point of a star in French)
Members: 5 (5 points on a star)
Fandom: Starlight
Concept: Ethereal, Cosmic, Elegant
Debut Year: 2017 (between Red Velvet and Aespa)
Debut Song: “Constellations”
Debut Album Title: “5 Makes 1”
B-Sides: “Aries,” “Nebula,” “Orbit,” “Stardust,” and “Pisces”
Fandom/ Lightstick Color: Indigo and White (stars in the night sky)
Group Chant: All: “Twinkle twinkle!” Nabi: “Hi Starlight! It’s…” All: “Etoile!”
Members Profile:
Y/N: Oldest, Center/ Face of the Group, Main Vocalist, Speaks Korean, English, and Chinese
Cho Nabi: Leader, Lead Vocalist, Korean, Speaks Korean, English, Chinese, and Japanese
Marie Tang: Main Dancer, Chinese-American, Speaks Korean, English, and Chinese
Han Iseul: Visual, Lead Dancer, Korean, Speaks Korean
Ikeda Kaori: Maknae, Main Rapper, Japanese, Speaks Korean and Japanese
Extra Info about the Group:
Pre-debut, Etoile released a cover of Girls Generation’s “Genie,” and it blew up so fast that fans couldn’t wait for them to debut
Etoile is known as “the bridge between third and fourth generation” in the kpop community
The members are also known as “the princesses of SM”
Etoile does a lot of variety shows because everyone loves the members’ funny personalities and playful group dynamic
Etoile was featured in a popular kdrama as themselves, though they only had a few lines in a couple episodes, it became a fan favorite and made the ratings sky-rocket
Etoile’s second comeback, “Andromeda,” is said to have one of the most difficult girl group choreographies in kpop. It was also the song that got them their first win
When Etoile got their first win with “Andromeda,” all of the girls were crying hysterically, including Nabi who was supposed to give the speech. She ended up handing the mic to Y/N, who had just been smiling happily the whole time. Y/N pulled Nabi into her arms as she gave the speech, and then the other three girls assembled a group hug around them. It became such a tender moment for Starlights that everyone watching started crying too
Etoile did a collaboration music video with Sailor Moon where all the members got to dress up as the sailor guardians. Y/N was Sailor Moon, Nabi was Sailor Mars, Marie was Sailor Mercury, Iseul was Sailor Venus, and Kaori was Sailor Jupiter
Etoile has their own plushie characters that are put on headbands and other merchandise for Starlight, similar to BT21 and Skzoo. Y/N’s is a white swan, Nabi’s is a blue butterfly, Marie’s is a black cat, Iseul’s is a pink puppy, and Kaori’s is a yellow duck
Etoile did a collab with “rom&nd,” a korean makeup brand, where each member got to create their own shade of lipstick. The five shades the members created sold out in just three minutes.
Etoile performed a cover of EXO’s “Growl” during one of their concerts in male school uniforms, and Starlights were so impressed by how cool and masculine they were
Being sandwiched between the two girl groups, Red Velvet and Aespa are like the older and younger sisters of Etoile (respectively.) The Red Velvet members are always checking in on them and giving them advice, and Etoile does the same thing for Aespa.
Starlight is famous for being one of the most loyal and devoted fandoms. They buy the girls billboards and food trucks for their birthdays, protect them from antis, and offer so much love and support.
The members have their own youtube channel called “Etoile Clubhouse” that they have permission to use freely. They post lots of different content, including challenges, games, song/dance covers, mukbangs, get ready with me/us videos, and q&a’s
Extra Info about Y/N:
Y/N is known as the loving mother of the group, while Nabi is more like a strict dad
Kaori was still in high school when she debuted, and Y/N took care of her like a mother would her daughter. She would wash and iron her uniform, prepare her breakfast and lunch, and help her with her homework every night. Kaori’s mother was so thankful, as she couldn’t do all this for her daughter herself, still living in Japan
While all the girls are close, Nabi and Y/N are best friends, they even have friendship bracelets
While Iseul is the visual because she fits the KBS the best, Y/N is the center/FOTG because her visuals match the group concept the best. She’s known for her “white swan” visuals: ethereal, graceful, and elegant.
Y/N and Iseul were also chosen as members of GOT the Beat
Y/N was the first member to have a solo debut in 2021. Her debut song was fittingly titled “White Swan.” Nabi helped her compose the songs, Marie helped her with the choreography, and Kaori had a rap feature on one of the tracks. Y/N performed it at the MAMA awards, and everyone was singing/dancing along to it so hard they almost forgot about the actual awards show!
Y/N is an ambassador for Dior and Chanel. Many brands were offering her deals after Etoile became popular due to her unique visuals, so she got to choose the ones she liked best
Y/N is known as the “OST Queen” of the group, she has sang many drama OSTs
Y/N’s best friends at the company include Yeri (Red Velvet,) Taeyong (NCT/SuperM,) Karina (Aespa,) and Ten (NCT/SuperM/WayV)
Y/N has had cameos in many different artists’ music videos, including Stray Kids, Enhypen, and NCT Dream
SHINee’s Key dubbed Y/N “SM’s secret weapon”
Y/N was part of a one-time collaboration unit with Dreamcatcher’s Dami, Weki Meki’s Doyeon, IZ*ONE’s Yena, and fromis_9’s Chaeyoung. They released a single called “Wild Mind,” and it was so popular that fans were advocating to start a new group with just these idols!
Y/N once dyed her hair indigo to match the fandom color, and fans started to dye their hair the same color to match her. The shade became known as “Y/N hair” on social media
Y/N and Marie were mentors on a Chinese idol training show, all the girls loved them because they were super helpful without being too tough. It also gained Etoile a lot of Chinese fans
Y/N has very impressive high notes, Starlights have made several youtube compilations with titles like “Y/N obliterating the sound barrier with her high notes for 5 minutes”
Y/N’s nickname from Starlight is “Angel Voice” due to her clear, bright voice
Y/N sang a cover of Taylor Swift’s “Anti-Hero” on Etoile Clubhouse, and Starlights tagged Taylor in it so much that she was shown the video in an interview. Taylor responded: “I’ve watched this video so many times! Her voice is so pretty. I met her once in Korea too, she’s so genuine and sweet! I’d love to collab with her, or Etoile as a whole. They seem so fun.”
Y/N was getting a lot of lip-synching rumors, until one day a staff member shared a video of her practicing before a concert with her mic on. It revealed her raw vocal talent and debunked all the rumors.
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gxhaode · 9 months
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Chapter 14
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⋆。°✩-*twirls hair* and then what aha
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⋆。°✩|previous, masterlist, next
A/N:im about to get on an airplane so im posting this chapter wayyyy earlier😭
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facioleeknow · 4 months
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Frat boy 1 • Choi Seungcheol
He fell first and hard. She thinks he hates her but he's actually emotionally constipated.
wc: 718 genre: humor(?), frat boy au
tw: hermit reader, bisexual and shameless Vernon, intimidating Seungcheol, not proofread, frat boys seventeen, nudity
an: hey guys this is the prologue of the series, let me know if you like it and if I should continue it
The entrance of the frat house looked menacing. SVT, short for Sigma Vau Theta, was the biggest frat in your university, counting a whopping twelve members, including your best friend, and a new pledge. Despite being friends for years you had never entered the house but Vernon, your friend, explained to you in detail where his room was “in case you needed a place to crash”.
A big and dramatic sigh escaped your lips, you didn't like being in a room with a couple of men let alone in a house with thirteen, but you had to bite the bullet for the sake of your best friend. Technically Vernon hadn't exactly invited you but he had always said that his door was open at all hours for you and he had been complaining non stop that morning about how donuts were the perfect hangover cure. You obviously took pity on him, got out of your dorm room (if something as big as a broom closet could be called a room) and bought him donuts and coffee.
So now you were stepping into a house that not only was full of men but also smelled like it was full of men.
I hate my life so much, you thought as you scanned your surroundings. 
The hall was empty, in fact the whole house seemed eerily quiet but you knew that a night of heavy drinking was basically the equivalent of having a near death experience so you weren't surprised.
You found the stairs easily and walked up with fast and silent steps. Nobody passed by you and nobody stopped you from roaming around the house, they were probably all sleeping.
“End of the hall, on the right, his name is on the door,” you whispered to yourself.
The hall looked neverending and for a second you thought you teleported in the shining’s hotel, the creepy one with the red carpet. When the name “VERNON” on a plain white door came into your line of vision you sighed, grateful. Without a second thought (and without knocking), you opened the door. An horrendous sight welcomed, your best friend was almost getting it on with a guy and they were both butt naked. 
“Vernon what the fuck!” you yelled. The two quickly got off of each other and pulled the sheets up to cover the family jewels.
“Don't be so dramatic, you've seen me naked,” nonchalantly replied Vernon while collapsing back into his pillow.
“Yes and that was a mistake that I didn't want to repeat,” you quipped back at him.
“Hi, I'm Alex,” the guy next to Vernon introduced himself and extended his hand to you, which you eyed suspiciously. Better not to shake that, you never know what it had touched.
“Hi,” you smiled back at him, “I brought you donuts.” The sweet treats were gently placed on his desk even if you wanted to throw them at him for making you witness that scene.
“I knew we were friends for a reason,” Vernon happily got out of bed, still naked, and walked to the door next to you. 
Ew.
“Right, I'm going to go, I need to bleach my eyeballs,” you scoffed.
“Bye drama queen.”
Getting out of the house was different than getting in, mostly because now you didn't care if you made noise, you just wanted to go back to your room and be alone. At the end of the stare your mood was changing, you felt somewhat proud of yourself. You had completed your mission without any major incident (seeing Vernon's dick was considered a minor incident), or so you thought. Because at the end of the stairs right when you were about to zoom across the hall to get the hell out of there, a hand grabbed your arm. 
“What are you doing here?” A guy with dyed blonde hair and very muscular arms was looking into your eyes with an intimidating stare.
“I’m Vernon's friend,” you were able to mutter out.
“I didn't hear you knock.”
“I didn't.”
If looks could kill you would've died a gruesome death.
“You should knock when you enter other people's houses,” he warned you. He slowly loosened the grip on your forearm and then let go of your arm completely. Like he appeared he disappeared, quickly.
Damn you hated frats.
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swdm360 · 11 months
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ORV—Not Supposed to Happen
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➡ 〔Kim Dokja x AMAB! KPOP! Reader〕
➡ Letter Content: Where a kpop idol loves to read webtoon after practice. His group's holiday turns into a nightmare fest and now he struggles to accept his reality.
➡ Messenger Note: If I wrote a fanfic lol, TW: Mentions of death, murder, blood. I mean, it's the first scenario cmon.
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How could the protagonist of ORV adapt so easily? How could he have thought so fast in the matter of a few minutes? How could he be so lucky?
Well, you weren't him.
You didn't have fourth wall like every fanfiction out there may suggest... Why not? You're just as well aware of this fictional world as Kim Dokja is, so why not you?
You asked these questions because unlike him, you had to follow the rules in the first scenario. You had blood on your hands.
The blood of a friend turned traitor. Now, you're desperate to have a peace of mind. Where else other than by the actual protagonist, Kim Dokja's side?
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This wasn't how the holiday was supposed to go.
This wasn't a dream, you've tested it. The pain is real, the squeeze in your heart felt real, the blood trickling down from your cheek to the floor felt and so did the multiple wounds on your arms felt real.
【The constellations applaud your tenacity.】
This... Was supposed to be fictional, a fun little webtoon to read after practice.
So why were your friend... Your family sitting in a sea of their own blood? Why did you hold the knife and why was it lodged into your mates' head?
Why are your hands red?
Why are you trembling, crying?
【Congratulations! You're the only survivor in this room!】
【300 coins gifted for completion. 】
A scream echoed in the hotel room.
Was that screaming you?
Was that why your throat is parched?
Shit.
You let out a sob, your hands smudging the large window panes overlooking Seoul with red. Your body felt weak as if you were contracting the worst of covid-19's symptoms kind of weak. The 'running a 5 lap, 1000m marathon' kind of weak, the 'danced everyday, without sleep, without rests and without food for hours on end' kind of weak.
I mean, how could you not feel exhausted? You were roomed with the main dancer in your group who regularly exercised—in addition to that, one of the former gymnast champions in all of Japan.
It's a surprise you survived instead of him.
A weakling, only ever locking yourself in your room despite being the lead dancer just to get a chance of reading the ever-so-popular omniscient reader's viewpoint.
ORV in short.
You were close to the main dancer, someone who you won't name as a friend anymore; He who jumped at the butter knife and launched at you to survive. He who screamed for you to give in because he would make sure to avenge you.
Avenge you?
You weren't even dead.
Of course you'd fight for your life.
How could he attack you in your most vulnerable state? You thought you could trust him. He was your friend after all. He was supposed to protect you. How could he try and kill you?Ha. You didn't even know you had it in you to break his wrist, to pick up the knife and stab it through his head whilst he was strangling you.
You didn't know you had the guts in you to kill.
To kill your own.
You stumbled into the wall, your breathe barely catching the needed oxygen for you to survive as the sobs successfully slipped out through your lips.
Staggering, you approached the doorway. Dismissive that you would regret not collecting the items you needed for survival going forward as all there was in your mind was your other group members.
What about the leader and the youngest? What about the staff members and the assistant trainees? Are they alive? Are they dead? Did they kill to survive too?
Your hand twisted the doorknob, but you didn't open it.
"(Name)...? Y-you're alive?"
It's your leader. Your eyes were getting heavy, either way you willed yourself to look into theirs.
He must've been expecting him...
【The Constellation 'Blind Hunter with Lion Skin' is interested on how you will take care of this one. 】 【The Prophet whose prophecies were not believed bets that you will spare him. 】
"...Sunbae."
Your knees buckled below you. A headache forming in your head from the messages.
Luckily, your leader catches you, his hands trembling as well but his face steeled at your state.
"I... I killed him." You stuttered out, body flinching as his hands gripped your shoulders.
"Shh... It's okay now." His voice spoke ever so softly, as if you would break if handled roughly. He placed your head onto his shoulders as he rubbed your back in a comforting manner.
"He tried to—he went for me."
"I know. I know."
"I'm scared."
"I'll protect you. Your sunbae will take care of you." Liar.
His voice hitched.
He's as scared as you were.
His hands... They're red too.
Flashback? Idk yet, these two constellations are my fav.
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heavenlycloud · 11 months
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vintage chanel: jennie x fem! reader
warnings: suggestive, swearing
a/n: i was gonna post this the night of the event but school and time got away from me so here it is a few days late. there might be some typos.... sorry
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the met gala wasn’t a new occurrence to you after your first invitation when you were freshly eighteen. back then, your attendance made headlines as you had become the youngest guest to attend that year. even more headlines followed when you were handpicked by karl lagerfeld as a muse for the house of chanel. over the years you became a known figure within the fashion industry while dominating the western music industry. the level of success you’d reached in a few short years was recognized by numerous awards, accolades, and several gold and platinum album titles to your name. even with the musical success, you never forgot that fashion was really your claim to fame many years ago. hence why you graciously accepted a met invitation every single year. 
to many, the met gala is a star studded night where you get gussied up in clothes from top designers in high fashion, meet other A-list celebrities, and do whatever the hell you do inside because nobody seems to know. in reality, it was waking up at six in the morning then getting ready all day, walking a red carpet, answering the same 5 questions from reporters who hopefully remembered your name, then sat through what felt like the world’s longest and most awkward dinner. the only highlight of the event was finding out that one of your friends was only two tables away from you, rather than the usual five or six. overall, the real fun started at the afterparties which you always ended up being roped into attending then drunkenly leaving hand in hand with some supermodel you met that night. 
you sat in a suite on the 15th floor of the iconic Mark Hotel as your stylists, makeup artists, and management and PR team bustled around to make sure you were ready for tonight. the theme was Karl Lagerfeld, the designer that picked you as his muse years ago. your outfit was a handpicked piece designed by the esteemed german courtier. originally worn by linda evanglista in the Chanel Ready to Wear Fall/Winter 1991-1992 in Paris Fashion week. the entire morning was doing small interviews for Vogue and other fashion media outlets that get most of their press from this event. there was a smile on your face as you told the camera before you, “i’m super excited for this evening because i don’t think many people know i’m attending the event. i’ve been trying my best to keep it on the down low, but i think people are going to figure it out before i get to the carpet.” there was a small laugh followed by your words that trailed off on the end, specifically because you knew of a certain someone that was hoping just this once you wouldn’t show. 
“unnie, did you see the headlines?” the thai idol asked with urgency in her tone that made her member’s heart race. the older woman hesitated to answer, but she went silent as she read the headline that appeared over the banner at the top of her screen:
UPDATE: Y/N TO MAKE APPEARANCE AT THE 2023 MET GALA
jennie stared at her phone and lisa cautiously prompted, “are you okay?” jennie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before saying, “why wouldn’t i be? it’s whatever. she gets invited every year, i don’t know why this would be any different.” she paused for a moment then abruptly commented, “i have to go. i’ll talk to you later.” the younger woman gave a weak smile, “okay bye, i’ll talk to you later.” in a sudden bout of frustration jennie tossed her phone across the room onto the bed then brought her hands to her forehead as she mumbled, “fuck…” there were light taps on her hands as her makeup artist silently chided her not to mess up her perfectly made up face. for the next hour she remained silent until she had to put on a smile for the cameras and fans that swarmed the porte-co·chère of the hotel down below. 
the car ride to the carpet was dead silent as jennie tried to soothe her nerves before enduring the next eight to ten hours on her own. through the deeply tinted glass jennie could see her security team waiting for her to step out of the car. one of the staff members assigned to her for the evening warmly assured her, “take as long as you need, miss kim.” she gave a curt nod and a hushed thank you before holding the door handle for a moment. one of the security guards pulled open the door and held a hand out to assist her out of the large black SUV. 
cameras flashed and fans shrieked and screamed as they desperately tried to earn jennie’s attention from their barricaded sections that flanked the entrance of the carpet. the idol waved and smiled for the cameras as she’d been taught to so many years ago, her smile turning genuine when she laid eyes on a familiar petite brunette. the young influencer passed jennie a mic and asked enthusiastically, “how are you?” with her eyes glued forward for a moment too long, jennie replied, “i’m everywhere. this is my first Met…” emma asked in slight surprise, “first Met?” the korean singer nodded and continued answering the quick questions on her current feelings. she laughed as the younger girl somewhat awkwardly yet genuinely shared the same thoughts of being nervous and anxious before such a large event. for just a moment jennie glanced to her right thinking she saw someone she knew. her blood ran cold when she realized she did know the person- you looking her way with the same narrowed gaze that dripped of venom and honey that had her spellbound from the first time. 
a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips after seeing the affect you still had on her after she supposedly stopped caring about you. for the fun of it, you shot her a wink before turning around and kissing the cheek of the interviewer that was speaking with you. jennie flinched ever so lightly then laughed awkwardly in a futile attempt to play it off. she quickly thanked emma for the interview then rushed off to the usher that was to guide her along the carpet. the remainder of the carpet went by in the blink of an eye. largely in part to the fact that she disassociated for the entire thing, only regaining awareness of her surroundings as she was ushered inside. 
jennie followed the usher to her table where her placecard was sitting daintily with her name handwritten in elegant calligraphy. she sat down gracefully beside another supermodel she’d yet to learn the name of then introduced herself politely. as more guests filed in, she couldn’t help but scan the room in search of you. the open seat beside her with a placecard that read a simple RESERVED made her stomach twist into knots. underneath the white tablecloth she bounced her leg anxiously, desperately hoping nobody around her noticed the soft clicking sound around the table. another usher made their way to her table and she took a breath of relief when she saw dua lipa approaching with a warm smile. however, the feeling was short lived when the albanian singer bent down and kissed her cheek with a slight pout. she explained quietly, “hi love, i wanted to come over and tell you myself that they’ve moved my seat this evening. but i’ll catch up with you later, alright?” jennie tried to answer as quickly and politely as possible to get in her question of who was taking dua’s place. 
the question was answered before it could even leave jennie’s lips when she heard you speak from over her shoulder, “thank you so much for understanding, babes. have a great evening and we’ll chat later!” you sat down beside jennie and greeted the other guests at your table which you were seemingly familiar with to some extent. the idol shifted beside you and you gave her what appeared to others as the warmest and welcoming smile, “jennie it’s been a while hasn’t it?” the woman saw through you as if you were made of glass, yet she refused to cause a scene at the Met Gala of all events. so, she plastered on a smile and hugged you back, “it has, how have you been?” she humored you in conversation and did her best to wiggle her way out of exclusively talking to you by roping the other table guests into the conversation. however, no matter how much she tried, you always managed to turn the topic exclusive to the two of you. jennie wondered how nobody else around her could see the lack of genuinity in your eyes, that you were intentionally toying with her like some game. but then again, why would anyone suspect you, a known sweetheart, of such a thing. 
you smiled to yourself as you did small things to get under jennie’s skin and give her the attention you craved. wether it be a hand trailing along her thigh or lightly hitting her foot with your own beneath the tablecloth. seeing her clenched teeth and smiles that faltered for just a split second were all the reward you needed to spur you on further. the moment that you all were dismissed to look around the museum exhibit, jennie was on her feet and eager to leave your side. you made no effort to follow her immediately, instead you found a handful of familiar faces and did your rounds to those you both did and didn’t care for…you did have a reputation to uphold anyway. an hour passed and you finally had eyes on jennie once more, she stood alone in front of a mannequin with yet another vintage Chanel piece. you watched her from afar, taking in the way she stared at the clothing with a genuine admiration and curiosity. the sight made your heart flutter as she reminded you of the first time you both met years ago. 
the feeling of warmth that bloomed in your heart ran cold when you saw some random man approach her. from his outfit alone you knew that he was someone’s plus one or an influencer that purchased his own ticket for the event. the way he stared at jennie with almost a sense of hunger and desperation made your skin crawl. you slowly made your way across the floor, wondering if she would actually need someone to intervene. her smiles were polite but you could see the way her eyes flitted from his with nearly every word she spoke as if she was searching for an escape. the stiff mannerisms of hers came to a halt when the guy attempted to place a hand around her waist, making her flinch out of surprise. without hesitation you rushed to her side in less than three strides. 
you slipped your arm behind her waist with ease, the familiar feeling bringing a genuine smile to your face. turning towards her you kissed her cheek, “hey beautiful i thought i lost you back there.” she looked up at you, a flash of fear still lingering in her gaze prompting you to pull her closer to your body. the guy in front of her tried to continue his conversation but you cut him off, “she’s with me. i expect that you’ll be returning to your table now, yes?” if looks could kill the young man would have been gone yesterday. he grew nervous with you, of all guests, standing over him, so much so that he couldn’t even utter an actual apology before literally running off. 
jennie continued to stand in your hold with her hand toying at the heavy gold belts wrapped around your waist. you remained silent as you lightly took her shaking hand into your free one, “jen?” she continued to stare at the same spot on the ground as you prompted once more, “jennie?” the idol snapped out of her trance and pulled away from you, “thank you for that…” she watched as your features softened in a way that made her heart beg that she cave into you and give you the type of attention she used to. your tone changed with the next words you spoke, this time they were genuine, the same way you used to speak to her, “yeah…of course, Nini.” her heart raced at the last word, so familiar and nearly made her crack but she internally put her fist down. she wasn’t about to start this, not now and especially not here. she backed away from you as if you were a burning flame that was moments from losing control. the singer straightened her posture then said coldly, “don’t call me that.” she turned on her heel then hurried off to go talk to another A-list supermodel that probably didn’t remember what group she was actually from. 
throughout the entire rest of the night jennie avoided you like the plague, no eye contact, no words exchanged, it was like you were invisible to her. the main event ended and the after parties were getting ready to begin. one of your managers found you and rushed you to meet your stylists where you were changed for the second look of the night. keeping with the theme, you wore a long sleeved white tweed top, black pants, and a large gold chanel belt. the look was worn by beverly peele in the chanel spring 1993 show. chunky gold bracelets adorned your wrist while the belt quite honestly felt like wearing a weighted hula hoop. nevertheless, you were guaranteed to be the talk of the night once again. 
TipToe by Jason Derulo blasted over the speakers in one of the many rooms within the multi-million dollar mansion owned by some uppity tycoon on the Upper East Side. the lights were off with the exception of burnt orange neon lights that barely lit a damn thing in the room. despite the windows being open, the entire house felt hot as hell with all the sweaty bodies of drunk and high supermodels, singers, and A-list actors. you watched who danced alongside you, trying to avoid meeting strangers with wandering hands and lustful gazes. as you skimmed the crowd around you, a tall blonde dragged a small black haired woman to dance with her. once again your interest peaked at seeing jennie in the perfect place for you to make another move. 
the bass of the music thrumed throughout your entire body as you danced your way over the now cluster of girls with jennie. you threw an arm around one of the women’s shoulders and shouted over the music, “Kenny!” the supermodel turned to face you and her face lit up as she pulled you into a hug, “Y/N!” jennie slowed her movements to the beat of the music as she watched you talking to the girl next to her. the nerves only lasted a minute because a second later she was pressing herself against Hailey Baldwin with her head resting on her shoulder and wrapping the blonde’s arm tighter around her torso. the unsuspecting model simply laughed and kissed jennie’s temple as she swayed to the beat jennie set. just as you began to look away, jennie opened one eye and smirked when she saw your dissatisfied expression  and pretended you were invisible all over again. 
you grew impatient and slowly slipped between Kendall and Hailey which they welcomed without question. jennie tried to keep Hailey against her but your arm slid between their bodies and Hailey switched positions with you to dance with Kendall. jennie began to make a move to leave but you pulled her back flush against your front. the gentle touch of your fingers ran down her arm making goosebumps form on her skin. you chuckled lowly and said into her ear, “come on now, dance with me.” the warmth of your body against hers was a feeling she thought she’d forgotten but now it was as if you’d never left. she turned to face you, gaining some control back before she attempted to make her leave, “i don’t want to dance with you.” her voice was saying one thing while her mind and body said another prompting you to ask, “are you sure because the way you’re holding my arm on your waist is telling me otherwise.” 
jennie glared at you through those cat-like, chocolate brown eyes and thick black lashes with a gaze that made your heart race. she watched as your eyes crawled over her body with such a hunger that she would have gagged if it was anyone else. you pulled her closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies and for just a moment she almost gave into your touch. once again she backed up and swallowed thickly, “i’m doing just fine with my friends here.” you stared at her unfazed then glanced over to Kendall and Hailey who were lost in their own offbeat two step to Alone by Kim Petras. god, jennie wished she could kiss wipe that stupidly perfect, coy smirk off of your face. a few people around you both noticed that you were no longer dancing and instead standing in a confrontational position before jennie. she looked at the hand she was still holding to her body and sighed as she turned back around, dancing against your front, “i’m just not trying to cause a scene.” you laughed lowly into her ear, “whatever you say, angel.” 
you held her slender waist to your body and the hand that rested by her leg into your own, lacing your fingers together with a smile. jennie slipped her hand out of yours and you tsked quietly, “and about your friends- you know goddamn well none of these girls give a fuck about you, they just care about the title you carry. they’re all up on you just to take a picture and use it to get an extra million likes and comments. you’re wasting your time staying around them because after tonight it’s gonna be like you two never met.” the idol hated to admit it but you were 100% right. when it came to western celebrities, they heard the name BLACKPINK in tandem with one of the members names, and they were immediately trying to befriend them for clout. it was evident in the way they called jisoo by the wrong name, never pronounced rosé with the proper accent, just plain forgot lisa’s name, and how at least 12 people tonight called jennie ‘jenna’ instead. despite that, she was completely used to it by now and expected ingenuity from the celebrities that she met overseas. 
the singer shot you a side glare and you frowned to mock her, “don’t give me that face, just admit the fact that you know i’m right.” jennie rolled her eyes and asked in annoyance,  “and what if you are? why should i care about any of that?” you answered simply, “because you and i both know you aren’t enjoying this right now.” jennie swallowed thickly as your breath ghosted the shell of her ear and she lied straight through her teeth, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, y/n. i’m having a good time.” this time your tone was slightly harsher but in a way that made her stomach erupt into butterflies, “jennie cut the shit, i know more than anyone what you look like when you’re enjoying yourself.” heat rushed to her cheeks at the implication of your words, memories filling her head only making her blush deeper. 
you felt the way her body began melting into your touch and she slowly started giving into what she both desperately wanted and knew she shouldn’t do. she shook the thought from her head and turned back to face you, once again fighting internally with herself to walk away. the way your eyes transfixed on her was no help but then you uttered the words, “come on mama, let me show you a good time…for old time’s sake.” jennie clenched her jaw and you leaned your forehead against hers, without even realizing it her arms ended up over your shoulders. the feeling of your fingers trailing up her mini black dress made her stumble, making you wrap an arm around her waist once more. her voice was weak when she tried to reply with confidence, “i-i don’t think-” all you had to do was raise one eyebrow and give that same damned smile to get her to cave, “just for tonight.” immediately you smiled the million dollar smile the world fell in love with as you led jennie through the crowd to find a place in the 32 rooms of the oversized mansion. she held onto your hand until you rounded a corner and pushed it open before pressing it closed with her back against. she hated how easily she gave into your wishes but she couldn’t help it with the way you felt her up with ease, making her get lost in all that you were, making her feel like you did all those years ago. 
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tired famous love
okay so me and @wicaphi were talking in my post, famous love , about how a kpop star and a racer Mikey would be a great couple and I got ideas from talking to them so I hope this is good.
Plot- Mikey comes home tired from after a race and just needs you.
Paring- racer Mikey x kpop reader
Warning- cussing, tired, affection, fluff, gender neutral reader
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Mikey had just finished a race and was heading back home. He was tired as shit. His races always took a lot out of him and he always wanted to see you after.
He was glad that you didn't have work today so he knew that you would be home right now. You probably were making dinner. How much he just wants to wrap his arms around you but then you would probably say something about him being smelly and that he needs a shower.
As he pulls in the dive way and gets out he heads up the stairs into the apartment you both share. As he walked in he felt himself relax more. The smell of you hitting him right when he came in.
he could hear you in the kitchen. You had some music on and humming the song softly. As he walked in he took off his shoes and jacket and puts them away before heading to the kitchen.
he didn't care if you would call him smelly or try to get him to take a shower before hugging you he just want to feel you in his arms. when he saw you he smiles softly. You looked so pretty while cooking. The way your focus and the way you move around the kitchen.
He then came up behind you and hugs you from behind. He then puts his face in your neck. He had felt you jump when he hugged you which puts a bigger smile on his face.
"mikey...im trying to cook. Also you stink, go shower" you complain out. He just sighs before pecking your neck.
"fine.." he mumbles. He did want you to join him but he could tell you wouldnt. You were too busy about the food on the stove. As he walked away he softly slapped your ass before going to take a shower. He got a tea shirt and some sweats. He then takes a shower before drying off and getting changed. He then came back out and went over to you. He then helped you set up the table for the food.
you both didn't say anything as you both ate. It was always nice. It was a peaceful silence that's either of you wanted to break. Once dinner was done Mikey went and started doing the dishes while you went and got you shower.
Once he heard you finished your shower and you go into the bedroom was when he headed to the bedroom too.
He didn't care what you were doing now but he was going to get to hold you in his arms and cuddle you. As he went into the bedroom he saw you getting the alarm clock ready.
He then goes over to you before hugging you and pulling you towards the bed and laying you down.
he then lays down beside you and pulls the covers over you both. He then puts his face into your chest and relaxs.
He doesn't know if you said something or not. His mind was too tired to tell. as he slowly drifted off he felt your fingers in his hair and he smiles a little as he falls asleep.
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sniff ♡ njm x reader – request
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pairing: jaemin x reader
genre: pw(minimal)p smut, f x m, slice of life/established relationship au
word count: 7k+
smut warnings: explicit sex scenes, lots of sniffing & other sensory stimulations, sweat kink, handjob, thigh fucking, cum eating
author's note: yeah, yeah x2, yes, uh-huh, & ok yea you get the point — anyways, it isn't august yet but let's get jaemin month started!! >:D thank you anonnie for this cool request and for waiting so patiently i had fun fucking around w/ this one 🤭💓
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It was like a premonition, a hunch– foresight almost. 
Either way, your suspicions regarding your boyfriend and his affinity to a particular sensory stimulation was right on the money. And in hindsight? You really should have just trusted your gut the moment you felt that something was up.
Not that you had a problem with it, anyway.
“Good morning, sweets.” A groggy Jaemin comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing your back flush against his chest.  
“Mm, morning,” You sigh blissfully when he delivers a kiss into your hair, lingering there for a hair’s breadth too long before sneaking a hand under your shirt to rub circles into your tummy. “You’re not usually up this early. What’s up?”
He shifts his attention from giving you kisses to what you were doing at the moment. Sticking his lips out in a pucker to point out exactly what he was looking at without having to let you go. “Those woke me up.” 
And when you look down at the freshly baked cinnamon rolls that are resting on top of the stove, it all clicks. The brush that rests in your dominant hand is drenched with the cream cheese glaze, ready to be applied on top of the sickeningly sweet treat that floods the room with its scent. 
“Just had a craving for them, I guess.” You laugh lightly. “They just need to sit a little, but I’ll put them on a plate for us in a bit. Want coffee with it?”
“You spoil me too much.” He grins.
“I think I spoil you the right amount.” You reply, twisting yourself out of his clutches to prepare both of your meals. Bending down to the lower cupboards, you pull out a frying pan. “Go ahead and set up the table. I’ll have the rest out in about ten minutes.”
You’re met with an interesting sight when you straighten out. It seems that your instructions flew right over Jaemin’s head when you caught him bent over at the stove. His face is impossibly close to the cinnamon rolls, and if you weren’t so caught off guard by the obnoxious inhale that he takes, you’d scold him to be careful. The noise that emanates from his nose is way too ridiculous, however. A snort accompanying the strikingly different expression he’s donning. 
“Having fun there?” You ask rhetorically, yet a little skeptical as well.
His eyes widen when he realizes that you’ve been watching him, immediately standing back up and rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. “Sorry about that,” He gives you a nervous smile. “They just smell really good.”
Jaemin has always been on the sillier side. He’s the kind of boyfriend to suck your whole cheek into his big mouth, or to bite on the sleeve of your shirt to pull you in a certain direction. There was even this one time that he barked at you in public, but you only nagged him a little for that. So when you catch his eyes rolling to the back of his head, it really isn’t out of the ordinary for you.
Shrugging off any questionable thoughts, you simply carry on the rest of your morning like normal. Preparing a nice breakfast for the two of you topped off with your delicious baking. The two of you enjoy each other’s company in a comfortable silence, chewing away happily and planning out the rest of your days off.
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The second incident wasn’t much worse, but again, hindsight. 
“Jaemin?” You call out to your boyfriend when you catch him in your room. Flicking the light switch on to see him on all fours on the bed, you see that he’s got a fistful of your sheets. When he looks back at you, he’s scrambling away to meet you at the door frame. He has that same nervous and out of character expression when he tries to saunter towards you coolly. “...What are you doing?”
It takes a few beats too long to think of an acceptable answer. “Well, I just wanted to see if I could guess what laundry detergent you use.”
“Huh.” You squint your eyes at him. 
“Is it Dawn?”  
“No, Tide. But Jaemin–” You shake your head to ground yourself. “Why are you doing that?”
“It’s a… project.” He says slowly, and you could see the gears in his head working in overdrive. “Yeah, a project. For stats. I’m collecting data on people’s preferences for detergent brands.”
“And you chose to sniff my sheets when you could’ve just asked me, why…?”
Even when you and Jaemin were harboring unspoken feelings for one another, there was never a time during his courtship where he was nervous. He was always meticulous and sure of himself. Exuding nothing but confidence when approaching you. That’s why you’re starting to grow a little suspicious when his eyes dart left and right, unsure of how to go about his next moves.
“You’ve been working way too hard. Who am I to bother you when you’re resting and watching TV?” He quickly deflects, planting his hands on your cheeks to reassure you.
“It was just a quick question, Jaem. You should never be afraid to ask me anything. Plus, I don’t think the scent would still even be there.” You look past him towards your bed where he originally was. “Don’t judge me– but, I haven’t changed sheets in like, a month. There’s no way you could’ve guessed that when it smells like y’know, me.”
Of course he knows that. 
“You’re right.” Jaemin nods. “I’ll make sure to just ask next time. But hey, good to know it’s Tide.” 
“Glad to know I could help.” You conclude with a small smile.
You guess you both have come to a consensus. Neither of you care for the topic at hand anymore when he wraps his arm around your neck, leading the two of you back to the living room to watch your show. 
As you walk down the hall, Jaemin delivers another lingering kiss to the side of your head. Tilting his head in a dreamlike state to get as much of you in as he can. Pretty eyelashes flutter shut when he gets a good whiff of your refreshing shampoo and conditioner. 
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The third time, it becomes a little more apparent that something is up. 
“Okay, try this one now.” Jaemin comes up to you with what you think is the fourth lotion he’s had you try since the two of you arrived at the local body shop. Lifting your hands up, he squeezes a generous drop of the smooth substance into your hand. Nodding at you intently to rub it into your skin. 
Once you’ve distributed it evenly across your skin, you bring your hands to your face. It’s a nice scent– floral. “Lavender?” You ask, reconnecting eye contact with Jaemin to see that he’s looking at you just a little too eagerly. 
“Mhm,” He hums. “You’ve got a good nose. Let me see now.” He doesn’t waste any time when he grabs both of your wrists with one hand easily. His nostrils connect with your palm to inhale deeply.
You blink a few times when he pushes your hands back a little, his eyebrows furrowing together irritably. He doesn’t let go when he takes a few seconds to think, but when a moment more passes, he shakes his head. “Nope, this won’t do.”
“Hm?”
“I hate it,” He sticks his tongue out. “It’s way too concentrated. Feels fake. Go wash your hands.” He gripes while he shoos you towards the sink. 
“I thought it smelled pretty good.” You grumble while washing off the residue. 
“Nah.” He looks at you with bored eyes and a slack jaw. “I’ll find a better one.”
“Another one?” You whine, scoffing when he bobs his head at you.
The thought displeases you, knowing that you’d have to spend even more time here. When you mentioned to Jaemin that you had run out of lotion and needed to buy a new one, you meant that you were just going to run to the drug store down the street and grab your generic unscented usual. It’s done nothing but right by you. So when Jaemin decided to literally carry you into the passenger seat of his car and drive to the mall— you were once again, extremely confused.
While you were starting to develop a headache from the sensory overload of all of the candles and perfumes, Jaemin looked like he was in a candy shop. Picking up every lotion that catches his eye and contemplating if he should have you try it. His reasoning was a bit vague, but nothing that wasn't on brand for him: “I just wanna spoil my baby today, is that so wrong? Gotta make sure she gets nothing but the best.”
After what seems like tens of minutes and an absurd amount of hand washing, Jaemin comes up with another bottle of lotion. You’ve lost count already, but it’s definitely already in the double digits, and by whatever’s good and holy out there— you hope it’s the last one.
“Cough ‘em up.” He instructs, and you follow in suit. Giving him your hands, he pumps yet another droplet. “I’ve got a good feeling about this one.”
You hope so, but when you take a whiff, you realize he’s right. It’s a tropical smell, light on the sinuses yet just the right amount of sensible. It reminds you of a summer day at the beach where the ocean waves crash onto the shore.
“This one's amazing.” You give him your hand, to which he accepts it gratefully. 
And there it was again— that face. Lacing his fingers around the back of your hand, he brings your palm even closer to his nose. The pretty tip of it rubbing into the flesh of it with his chest heaving up the deeper he inhales. His mouth dropping open in an exaggerated ‘o’ when he exhales, a latent look of want in his eyes when they roll back.
“Yeah, this is the one.” He breathes out, and when the tip of his tongue flicks against your palm, you immediately twist away from his clutches.
“Jaem!” You scold him. “Not in public!”
Yet his eyes remain half lidded, taking a predatory step towards you to close the gap. The shop is bursting with people, so you feel your ears getting warm when Jaemin corners you into a shelf of products. Extending an arm to keep you from escaping, a dazed grin begins to form.
You catch a couple of high school girls looking at the two of you in the distance. One of them whispered to another while giggling, probably fawning over how handsome yet risque your boyfriend is. If only they knew that he was a bit… abstract.
You’re about to dodge any probable kisses when he brings his face close to yours, a cheeky smile stretching from ear to ear when he corners in, but just when you’re about to turn away– he shifts around you. His nose just barely grazes over the apple of your cheek and his line of vision shifting elsewhere. The arm that leaves you compromised retracts, and you find the full sized version of the summer breeze lotion in his hand. 
“Oh,” You splutter, now feeling embarrassed at your assumption that he was going to kiss you breathless in public. Not that you’d necessarily mind, but you’d like to think you have some decorum. 
And as always, Jaemin can read you like an open book. Ever so endeared by how cutely reserved you are, he pecks your cheek while you remain in your dumbfounded state. Turning behind him to lift an unamused eyebrow at the peeping girls. When they realize that they’ve been caught, the taller of the two yelps before scampering out with her friend.
“You’re really cute when you get shy.” He teases you, joining your hands together to pull you away from the shelf.
“And you’re really annoying when you make fun of me.” You pout. “Can we check out now?”
“Just a little longer, sweets. I wanna look at a few more things.” He answers, dragging you towards a display of candles. Now making it a point to check every single item, not caring to ask your opinion on if you like it or not.
The two of you remain in the little shop for another whopping twenty minutes, and you’re sure by the time Jaemin has swiped his card you’ve used up the last of your sanity. But when you two walk down the sidewalk, you can’t help the way your heart pulses at Jaemin’s pleased expression. 
You sigh at the three bags of merchandise that rest on the arm that isn’t holding you. It confuses you, you had no idea he was into this stuff in the first place. You’re more than thankful that you aren’t dating a 3-in-1 shampoo type of guy, but you weren’t aware that he was so particular about scents.
Whatever, you think. It’s not like it’s something that you need to worry about. As long as he’s happy, you’ve got no reason to complain.
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Until it starts to get a little weird– but you start to think you might be just as weird as him. Because whatever is going on right now, you like it.
You had just gotten back from your apartment complex’s complementary gym. Hitting an extra long session of cardio to boost your stamina, even if you weren’t particularly the fondest of it in the first place.
That being said, you were sweaty. Wiping the perspiration off of your forehead with the towel that was hanging off of your neck. Still panting to rehabilitate your breathing, you quickly shove your key in and twist to stumble inside. 
It isn’t surprising when you find Jaemin has already made himself at home on your couch. You had given him your extra key ages ago, and you’re sure his own apartment was just a storage unit at this point. Looking up from his phone to catch you leaning on the door, he looks at you like you’re made up of all the stars in the galaxy. 
Clearly not bothered by your frazzled state, he immediately swings his legs sideways to fly off the couch. Skipping towards you with his arms extended wide to encapsulate you in one of his signature bone crushing hugs. 
And trust, if you weren’t drenched in sweat— you would’ve taken it with gratitude. But in fear of him pushing you away in disgust, you duck under and away from him when he tries to catch you. Gasping out loud when he crashes into the door cartoonishly.
“Jaemin!” You squeak at him, only to have him turn back to you with squinted eyes.
“Why’d you run away?!” 
“I just worked out, you goof.” You immediately retort, stifling a laugh when he plants his hands on his hips sassily. Shaking his head at you petulantly, you’re not quick enough to evade his second attack when he grabs your wrist to pull you in. “Jaem—!”
“I don’t care,” He whines, his voice raised to a bratty cadence that would annoy most but makes you melt. Catching you by your hip with his free hand, he pulls you in to shower your cheeks in kisses. With how he bombards you with affection, you’re quick to succumb to his touches. Sloppy and moist pecks along with your giggles fill the room, and you’re both too caught up in your antics.
Until his kisses lead up the angle of your jaw, making a stop at your sideburn, and then letting his nose dig into the side of your head, nuzzling deeply into your hair. Suddenly he stops, and you push yourself away to catch that abrupt switch in his demeanor. There was that inexplicable glint in his eye again, terrifying in how unreadable it is.
You part your lips to question his motives, but any chances of a proper conversation is thrown out of the window when he bends down at level with the crook of your neck, the towel that hung loosely around it is now long forgotten when it falls to the floor. Trapping you with the flat of his hand against the center of your back, you’re arched at an angle that crushes your breasts into his chest.
You were impartial to some innocent touches when you had gotten home, knowing that Jaemin has always been on the needier side. But under the instance he was in the mood for something else? You really wanted to hit the showers first. 
“Jaemin, come on–! Ah!” You squeal when rolls his tongue out to lick a up your throat, cleaning the thin layer of sweat and replacing it with his warm spit, tilting your chin up as the pink muscle reaches the tip. The hand at your back travels with haste towards your ass, gripping and kneading a handful of the flesh before bringing it down in a harsh smack. “What are you doing?!”
“Sorry sweets,” He apologizes with little sincerity before nibbling at your neck, inhaling deep yet quickly bated breaths like a dog whose owner has just come home from work. His thumbs hook into the hem of your leggings, snapping the waistband playfully to earn another gasp of surprise. “You just smell so good.” His voice drops an octave in the latter half of his words, falling down to a rough baritone that rumbles deeply in his chest. “You look even better, so pretty for me… Just wanna lick up every drop.”
His proclamation fills you with embarrassment, because you’re certain it’s the opposite right now. Yet he furthers his point when he traces his tongue along the lobe of your ear, letting it slither into the hole, allowing you to not only feel the sensations but hear the slimy appendage roll around. Everything from your hairline to the back of your thighs is drenched in sweat, you’re sure you smelled… salty.
As if he can read the worry on your face, he shakes his head. “Don’t be shy,” He says before scooping your breasts into his palms, squishing them together to lave along your cleavage. The droplets of perspiration meld together to form a small pool, to which he laps up with glee. “I mean it. I love how you smell, especially when you’re like this.” He moans, unrelenting when he pushes your fitted top over your head and disposes of it. 
It feels like steam is coming out of your ears at how lewd his actions are, enjoying you as if you were actually a meal for him to eat. “Jaem, come on, please just let me clean up,”  You manage to sputter out, your voice wavering with every caress. “I promise I’ll do whatever you want after.”
“No, I want you now.” He growls before sweeping you up and over his shoulder, latching his forearm around your knees to leave you just barely hanging off of him. Completely over exaggerated in his actions, he leads you to the couch that’s no more than a few steps away, pelting you onto the plush cushions with little regard to your landing. He’s even quicker to topple over you, hands immediately seeking purchase over your body in a heated frenzy. 
“What's gotten into you?!” 
Jaemin was never anything if not frivolous and open about his fantasies, but there’s an almost dark and gritty aura about him right now. The way he completely ignores any pleas or protests only serves to make the heat between your legs grow hotter. It’s as if any thread that’s held him together has snapped, and you’re left with a man starved. Only looking to satiate his selfish and innate desires.
“Didn’t really want you to find out, to be honest. Especially not like this.” Yet his words betray his body when he lifts your arm, holding your wrist firm in place, ogling that hollow that concaves in. When that Cheshire grin grows, your eyes widen when you’re hit with the horrible realization. “Can you blame me though? It’s your fault for making me like this.”
“Oh my god, don’t you fucking dare—” But you’re too late when he dives in, quickly bringing his lips to your underarm, licking a fat stripe upwards whilst reveling in your screech. The tips of his canines poke out in amusement, gauging your reaction as a satisfactory one. The slurp he makes is obnoxious, and the flesh feels sticky from the saliva he leaves behind. 
Your flushed expression only spurs him on even further. Of course he knows his lover like the back of his hand. Though you pathetically squirm and struggle, those fucked out eyes and that bratty swivel of your hips tells him you’re enjoying this more than you’re letting on. Such a cute little brat, he chuckles inwardly before continuing.
“Everything about you is so good, ” He croons sweetly, kissing against the surface of your underarm. “Could eat you up just like this, and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it. ‘Cause you're my sweet girl, and you do what I want when I want. Right?”
A pathetic whimper of his name slips past your lip at his assertion, unable to deny the toe-curling pleasure the foreign action is giving you. Gnawing at your bottom lip, you can’t bring yourself to push him off of you when he flattens his tongue to cover itself in your taste. He treats it with the same vigor as when he eats you out, taking in every drop desperately until you’re covered in his saliva. 
You’re mortified at how into this he is. When you catch a glimpse of the whites in his eyes, you know that he’s been holding himself back this whole time. It excites and scares you— how much filthier could his desires get? When he shifts from your underarms and reaches your collarbones, you realize that he’s too far gone. 
Squirming under his hold only gets him harder as he ruts his prominent bulge in between the crevice where your thighs meet. He was already so hard, the outline in his pants sticking out and jutting against your core with greed. It’s almost humiliating how such an unstimulating act is capable of making you cry out, how each buck of his hips only coerces another gush of wetness from you. You’re sure the lack of restriction meant that he wasn’t wearing underwear right now, because you’re sure what you’re feeling is the head of his cock getting caught on your clit.
Traveling down your body, your leggings slip off with his hands, slipping off with ease when you lift your legs for him. He’s in disbelief at the sight before him, a stringy butterfly thong that’s being sucked in by your folds. There’s nothing left to the imagination aside from your holes that he yearns to devour, but this waiting game only makes his hunger grow. He can’t differentiate the layer of slick that covers the insides of your thighs, but he wants to lick it up all the same. 
As if it couldn’t get better, you give him easier access by spreading your ankles as far apart from one another as you can. It makes him scoff, shaking his head with a pointed tick in his jaw. At your submission, you can’t see that he’s inwardly cheering at how well you accept this side of him. It fills his chest with a sort of warmth, one that he can only express in physical adoration. 
You’ve always been so, so pretty. He loves how pretty your face is, how nicely you dress yourself up, how you taste– but one of the prettiest things about you is how you smell. The scent of your body wash, or the light perfume you spray on your neck, he enjoys all of it. Yet it all pales in comparison to that heady scent that you give off. It’s natural, poignant, and at its root– pure.
Just like you, his precious girl. 
It’s all so good to him, and it’s served to him on a silver platter. He hopes that his gratitude is made clear when he crawls off of you, letting his knees drop onto the carpeted floor and delivering a teasing kiss against your already sopping panties. 
You think you’ve lost any sense of direction at this point too. Because rather than being horrified at his incessant sniffing, you find yourself lazily smiling at how much he wants you. No longer embarrassed by any thoughts of him being grossed out by something as petty as some sweat, you give in by hooking your thumbs against the skimpy string of your panties. Making a show of closing your legs flush together to roll it off.
It fills you with confidence to see just how hypnotized Jaemin is by your visage, his eyes trailing along every inch of your legs from the back of your thighs to your ankles, the lace becoming a secondary thought when you finally fling them off. Now that you’re completely bare for him, he follows. 
You find that you were right in thinking that he wasn’t sporting any underwear, because when he pushes the fabric down by the waistband his cock springs out freely. An obnoxious slap against his abs, the tip already coated in precum. No matter how many times you’ve fucked, there will never be a time that Jaemin’s body doesn’t have your pussy clenching in need.
His chest that has filled out quite nicely heaves up and down with every bated breath he takes. He watches you with an ardent need to ravish, yet a sort of apprehension indicates restraint. It’s as if he’s holding himself back from fucking you against the couch, so you have to urge him forward yourself. Hooking the front of your foot around his waist, you bring him in close. 
Though he stumbles on top of you clumsily, he’s quick to get the hint. A smirk overtakes his features, impressed at your sudden forwardness. It makes you giggle when he traps you with one hand planted at either side of your head, giving your forehead a peck. “What? Not shy anymore?”
“How could I be when I know my Nana likes me like this?” You pout, that feigned innocence and that little pet name quickly driving him up a wall. Under his gaze, you thrust yourself upward in hopes of your wet core meeting his cock, a signal that you want him to take you already. 
Even if Jaemin loves every side of you, at this moment, he thinks he wants to see you break for him. Shaking his head at you, he pins you down by the hips. Your legs that were spread just for him are quickly shut once again, the cusp of his hand beginning at the back of your knees before sliding upwards towards your ankles. 
You wonder what he’s playing at while also growing frustrated at the lack of being fucked. Trying to break from his hold, you’re easily put back into place when he slaps your exposed ass. He wasn’t gentle at all as a stinging sensation jolts up your spine and makes you squeal. When you open your mouth to chastise him, he gives you a pointed look that instantly shuts you up. 
It feels like eons before he moves, but just when you think his teasing couldn’t get any worse, he sheaths his cock right between the crevice where your thighs connect. A high pitched and mocking laugh leaves him when you gasp out for air, unrelenting as he grinds against you so intently that you can feel his balls grazing against your rim.
“Don’t even have to fuck your pussy,” His voice is gruff with want, using the pads of his thumbs to push your thighs back even further. The sweat and pussy juice mix into a nasty lubricant that lets him glide with ease, rutting back and forward to coat his cock. Letting his hardened cock slip between your folds, his leaking tip peeks through the other side. “Could just cum right in between these pretty things.” 
“Mmh, Nana,” You whimper when he increases the speed of his thrusts, the tip meeting your clit in a sensual meeting each time. That feeling of uneasiness creeps in on you again. You don’t know how you’d fare if you were to cum off of not being filled. The idea fills you with humiliation, especially since you know more than well that Jaemin would hold it over your head forever. “Nana, come on. Fuck me! Please.”
You try to paw at his shoulders, but he’s unreachable from how proudly he kneels over you on the couch. The way you quickly lose any control over the situation brings him closer to an orgasm, that familiar tightness forming in his lower abdomen. It clenches deeply, his v-line becoming even more pronounced when he sucks in a breath, loving just how powerless and needy you are. That lovely string of ‘please, please, please,’ that echoes like a song from your lips only makes him drunk on lust.
“Love it when you beg for me,” Jaemin groans. His eyes are devoid of anything but want, locked right onto the folds that hug so nicely around him. Truthfully, he could cum just like this. What with how you’re moaning like a common slut just for him and how the raunchy scent of sex permeates the room, each of his senses teeter on the edge of overstimulation. “Such a bratty, cock-hungry slut, aren’t you?”
“Only for you,” You cry, making a show of your loyalty by taking the thumb of his free hand into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around the pad and tasting the saltiness it has to offer. “Want your cock so bad,” Your muffled words earn an amused chuckle from Jaemin.
When you look like you’re on the verge of tears, he thinks you’ve suffered enough. Popping his coated thumb from your lips, he pats your cheek teasingly. “You did so well for me, my pretty girl. Always so, so good.” He says with that saccharine coated lilt.
Your chest still burns with pride at his praises, no matter how condescending they are. You’ve conquered what you thought to be an insurmountable feat, his torturous teasing seeming like it would go on forever. But he reassures you otherwise, because for the last time he pulls your legs apart. This time he pushes them past their limits, the one that dangles off the couch is inches away from the floor, building up an aggravating burn.
Too focused on the pain, you’re unprepared when Jaemin immediately lodges himself into your hold with one fell swoop. “Nana–!” You screech when his crotch meets yours, feeling the fine hairs growing at his groin. From the start he takes on a brutal pace. You failed to realize that the teasing was a punishment on himself too, not being buried in your tight and wet walls driving him beyond mad. He’s thoughtful in every thrust, hitting that certain spot that has you gasping for air. “Nana– Nana, slow down!”
That fire that was building burns even brighter when his nails dig into your calves, crescents forming into the flesh as he continues to mercilessly pound you. He pays your pleas no regard, and despite the way his cock spreads your walls almost painfully, you can’t deny that his lack of care for your well being and the feeling of being ruthlessly railed serves you by tenfold. 
When you and Jaemin lock eyes, he flashes you this dazed, almost maniacal smile. Not that it matters, you’re sure you’re giving him that same exact look right now.
Sweat is now forming along his forehead and down his neck, and it gives him this almost ethereal glow that causes a dribble of spit to trail down the side of your slack jaw. It’s more than apparent that the deep breaths that he’s taking aren’t a sign of fatigue, but rather he’s etching the pungent scent of the room into the deepest pits of his mind. The further he loses himself, the more pronounced his thrusting gets, reaching deeper and deeper every time.
You think you like being nothing more than a hole to him.
Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head when he growls, pinching and forcing any part of your body that instinctively tries to adhere to his ministrations. Going so far as to slap at your side when he grows irritated at your uncontrollable protests. “Do I have to fucking tie you up? Stay still.” He threatens, but he might be enjoying this just a little too much when he pinches at your clit, as if coaxing you into taking the bait. “You like it, huh? Like getting fucked so rough like this?”
“Love it soo much,” You slur, completely lost in a daze when he begins to circle figure eights along your bud. The same thumb that had been in your mouth moments earlier coated in an absurd amount of spit presses against you, and the sensitivity of your body has your aching each and every way. “Nanaa,” You reach out for him, wanting to hold him close.
You’re too cute to deny. With that little tremble of your lip, he’s all yours. Wrapping his forearms around your back with practiced ease, he pulls you up so now you sit right on top of him. All while remaining connected, he plants his feet down before thrusting back up into you. 
At this angle, he reaches even deeper. Grabbing the hair at the back of your head, he gives you a look of adoration that borders on obsession. He brings you in for a passionate kiss, immediately darting his tongue into your mouth, only to bite at the tip of yours. Not a second later he’s stretching it out of your mouth, sucking the appendage into his mouth with utter desperation. 
Filling two of your most intimate holes, you’re both invigorated by the other’s presence. Stimulated beyond comprehension, Jaemin makes a mental note to have a toy ready for next time– wanting to see just how deep you can fall into the pits of his depravity.
It comes before you even realize, too focused on where your tongues are fighting for access to another’s mouth. In the long time the two of you have spent together, there was no fighting the fact that there was something different about today. It was raw, both of your desires laid bare at their most vulnerable form.
To accept and be accepted was a wonderful feeling. And when you clench around his cock for the umpteenth time, he can’t help the moans that fall from his mouth into yours. Practically shaking when shots after shots of his thick white liquid spurt into you, crying out your name in praise and thanks that he’s found a lover that’s so compliant to his filthiest fantasies.
You don’t take too long to follow behind him, because despite the overstimulation, Jaemin wholeheartedly believes that reaching your high is more important than his own. The strain of his cock borders on painful when your tight pussy milks him of every drop, yet he tightens up and pounds into you at his quickest and most earnest pace. 
There’s white when your eyelids flutter shut, and that knot in your belly implodes on itself when his tip knocks against that spongy wall for the last time that afternoon. Throwing your head back in completion, the both of you are crying out at the sensation. You have to fall forward into his arms lest you fall backwards, your nails dig deep into those pronounced biceps to bring you back to earth, now beyond exhausted with his cum leaking out of you.
You’re gasping out for air, still too fucked out with aftershocks traveling from your core and up your spine. Jaemin brings you in closer, soothing the hair at the back of your head down while cooing you into relaxation, almost worried when you spasm against him. 
“Shh, baby. I got you,” He kisses against your ear, apologizing quietly when his softening cock still twitches inside of you. “It’s okay… it’s okay. You did so good for me. Love you so much.”
“Mmh, love you too.” You say with teary eyes, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your head into his shoulder. With every clench of your pussy you feel him wince, and if you weren’t careful you’re sure he could go for another round. It scares you– but it also delights.
You do have something else in mind, however. Something much more important.
“Jaem?” You call out, letting your index finger trail down his spine.
“Yes, my sweets?”
“Can we take a shower?”
Truthfully, Jaemin wanted to say no. He wanted to remain inside of you for as long as time would allow him, and he even more so wanted to live with this poignant scent the two of you have created together. That sticky, sweaty, and cum mixed smell invigorates him beyond belief.
But when he sees how tired you are, having worked out only to be fucked right after, he gives in with a defeated sigh.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
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“I’m sorry!”
“Sorry my fucking ass.”
You mock his high pitched whine, watching the two of you in the mirror with a bored stare. With one hand, you’re holding him by the shoulder. Pinning his chest down onto the sink while his ass is bent over and flush against your lower half. The other is wrapped around his once again swollen cock, a layer of your newly purchased lotion being used as a cool lubricant.
After a well-deserved shower, you and Jaemin had an important discussion regarding your unspoken kinks. The both of you came to the obvious conclusion that he had a thing for scents. 
Though that wasn’t rocket science, you were quite surprised when he confessed that he fantasizes about you taking control. It was supposed to be a conversation with no malice, but it struck a chord in you. Which leads you to a small, albeit petty argument.
“I ride you all the time!”
“Yeah, but it usually just ends in me putting in the rest of the work. No offense, sweets, but–”
“But what.”
“You’re kind of a pillow princess.”
That being said, you decided to kill two birds with one stone by pushing him over and pumping your fist along his cock with that summer scent he loves oh so much. You know you’re doing right by him, because you feel each ridge and vein that tenses with every glide. A twitch of his head that spews out blanks every time you bite against his neck, bruising the dewy skin shades of pink and purple to stake your claim over him.
“Think you deserve to cum?” You lick up his neck, your thumb circling over his tip and teasing at the hole. The hand that had him pinned down now seeks purchase against his ass, giving him a prominent smack that has him crying out in surprise.
“Yes!” He begs, bucking into your hand when you slow your pace, watching the lotion mesh so nicely on his skin. You realize he had a point in all of this scent stuff, it smells so good. “Please let me cum. I’ll be good from now. I'm sorry─ I'm so sorry.”
“That’s a good little bitch.” You grin devilishly, licking at your lips when you tug at his shaft just the way he likes. A few more pumps and he’s whining like a slut, spasming beneath you when you drop your breasts against his back, covering his mouth to quiet him down. Reveling in his sweet moans even further when you feel his tongue knitting around your fingers. Soon enough ribbons of cum are escaping his cock, launching onto the sink’s cabinets and staining them white. 
You love how pliant he is, and how he wheezes against your hand when you refuse to stop. In due time you’ve taken every drop he has to offer, and there's a gossamer thread of cum that connects your retreating hand and his cock. Taking an index finger and swabbing at his cum coated tip, you bring it to your lips, keeping locked eye contact with Jaemin’s fucked out expression and tasting the salty cum for good measure. Lapping at the dollop that remains at your palm, he almost feels jealous that you're paying more attention to yourself than him.
When he looks back at you like you're a divine blessing to this earth, the both of you come to the conclusion that no amount of time could ever make your sex grow dull. Unlocking new things every day, you can’t wait to see what heights your affairs can reach.
There's still more important matter to attend to, however.
Though he apologized, you still don’t think it’s enough. Coming in close behind him, you whisper a deceptively soft command into his ear. It causes his eyes to widen in surprise, never would he have thought you'd ask him to do something like that.
He looks over his shoulder and over at you with fear, but that cold stare only implants even more fear into him. Your word was now law, and he knows better than to disobey.
With a jagged breath, he drops down to his knees. He looks back at you one last time, as if what you asked was a figment of his imagination. It makes you tut in disappointment, so you take matters into your own hands by bringing a foot to the nape of his neck, exerting enough force to push him forward. 
“I’m waiting.” You look down at him, pushing him even lower to where his neck cranes uncomfortably. 
“Do you really want me to…?”
“I don’t think I stuttered, did I?” You tilt your head condescendingly, a grit to your words causing him to shiver, your cold attitude spurring a giddy feeling in his chest like a high school boy. 
Succumbing to your wishes, he comes face to face with the white stained cabinet. His cum is still dribbling, slowly but surely. Tasked with cleaning up his mess, his tongue lolls out, planting his hands against the surface before licking back up. All it takes is one taste of himself and one look of approval from you, and he’s now urgently lapping up any remaining cum. 
He realizes that he loves himself a lot too, because he tastes and smells so pretty too. The sight is enough to make you grin in satisfaction, crouching down to kiss the busy Jaemin against his cheek, letting your hands trail through the strands of his hair with adoration. 
“Good boy.”
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venusorbits · 1 year
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GODDAMN SUPERSTAR
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SYPNOSIS ︴How you become an iconic and legendary idol in the kpop industry, with your booming fame, charm, undeniable talent and strong presence. It's no surprise that you're catching eyes everywhere you step in. The path of stardom, was not the easiest but the blood, sweat and tears, you gave for this was worth it.
CONTENTS ︴idolverse!, idol kpop reader industry, fluff, kpop industry being terrible and toxic, sasaeng, dispatch, angst, hate comments and everything that's terrible and annoying that comes being in the kpop industry.
PAIRING ︴Eventually Johnny of NCT x K-Pop Soloist! reader
TAGLIST ︴@vapingcandy @pinkladybugs-world @rosabella1009 @sadisticfries​ @oceanic-jupiter-sea @itskpopular @alixnsuperstxr  if you want to be tagged on send me an ask.
NOTE: This is still an 'x Reader fic' technically but, I have to make a name the person, to make it easier for me to write about. I will try not to mention the name I gave the you/oc so, you can still indulge in it. But, there will be occasions when I will have to write it out! Thank you!
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아프로디테 🪻 SNS 🪻 CRACK EDIT 🪻 YOUTUBE 🪻
FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS 🪻 DATING HISTORY 🪻IDOL FANBOYS OF DITE 🪻 IDOL FANGIRLS OF DITE 🪻 IDOL INTERACTIONS 🪻 FAN INTERACTIONS 🪻
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( ♡ ) ━━━━━ LINEUP OF THE ERAS
TRACK LIST ONE ≡;- ꒰ ° PRE-DEBUT | UNKNOWN ꒱
TRACK LIST TWO ≡;- ꒰ ° DEBUT ERA | 2011 ꒱
TRACK LIST THREE ≡;- ꒰ ° GOOD RIDDANCE ERA | 2012 ꒱
TRACK LIST FOUR ≡;- ꒰ ° TIL LOVE CAME TO KILL US ERA | 2014 ꒱
TRACK LIST FIVE ≡;- ꒰ ° LIE TO ME ERA | 2015 ꒱
TRACK LIST SIX ≡;- ꒰ ° THE REAPER ERA | 2016 ꒱
TRACK LIST SEVEN ≡;- ꒰ ° ?? ERA | 2017 ꒱
TRACK LIST EIGHT ≡;- ꒰ ° REPUTATION ERA | 2018 ꒱
TRACK LIST NINE ≡;- ꒰ ° GOD HELP ME, I'M TRYING ERA | 2019 ꒱
TRACK LIST TEN ≡;- ꒰ ° YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN KID ERA | 2020 ꒱
TRACK LIST ELEVEN ≡;- ꒰ ° ?? ERA | 2021 ꒱
TRACK LIST TWELVE ≡;- ꒰ ° DIVINE WOMAN ERA | 2022 ꒱
TRACK LIST THIRTEEN ≡;- ꒰ ° ?? ERA | 2023 ꒱
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sungiesbabygirl · 11 days
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Instagram stories with riki | n.r
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pairings : riki x fem!reader
warnings : mentions of blocking reader, short jokes, fluff, fluff and more fluff, reader being such an amazing gf, killing joke
a/n : if you don’t like my work and feel the need to hate please block me immediately. Also plagiarism or stealing my work is not allowed!!
members : heeseung / jay / jake / sunghoon / sunoo / jungwon / riki
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the end.
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a/n : please feel free to request anything on the button that says ‘hard thoughts’ I’ll do anything!!
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mochminnie · 8 months
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Lovin U Right 
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What if Jeon Jungkook fall in love with a plus sized girl at a party who’s afraid of getting asked out???
(Gif from tumblr & Wallpaper/Cover from pinterest destiny and this is also uploaded on wattpad🖤✨)
“Friends?! Just friends… I’ve been inside you.”
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Jungkook: Sunshine, Himbo, Golden Retriever vibe Popular boy, very popular with the girls. Very experienced Playboy who loves a good party.  But turns out to be a hopeless romantic.
“Please! Hide me! Jungkook has been following me around like some puppy.”
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Lizzie (Reader): Sweet yet sassy kind of a grump. Who doesn’t love huge parties. Inexperienced in relationships, who is nervous, uncomfortable in dating. Afraid of being asked out that’s she runs away. Curvous/Plus Sized MC
Setting: College Au
Tropes: Polar Opposites, Grumpy-ish x Sunshine, one night stand/fling situation
Warning: Sexual Themes, Fat shaming, College Partying, This isn’t going to be based off of Korean College more like Americanize based through Pop Culture references, Himbo like behavior of BTS. Bickering and physical attacks
Summary: Based off Jungkook’s Single ‘Seven’. BTS and many more Kpop idols will appear in this series. This will have no usage of your name or (y/n). The Main Character/Reader will be Plus Sized and her name is Elizabeth ‘Lizzie’. I’ll have an Original Character, Maru Face Claim: Devon Aoki. Jungkook who is life of a party, a total himbo that tries for 7 days to show you how much he loves you. Who doesn’t just want to get in your pants, wanting more than that. Himbo clingy JK wants to be loved, who wants your attention.
🎶Weight of the world on your shoulders I kiss your waist and ease your mind I must be favored to know ya I take my hands and trace your lines🎶
🎶Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday (A week) Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Seven days a week Every hour every minute every second You know night aftеr night I'll be  (Lovin’) fuckin' you right Seven days a week🎶
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"Jungkook can be a lot of things but a fat shaming prick isn't one of them. So fuck him you fucking deserve it."
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Maru (face claim: Devon Aoki): ride or die, she a real one who just wants Lizzie to get laid because “it’s life changing” smoker & drinker, party girl who encourages Lizzie to party friends with almost the whole college, known for resting bitch face RBF
“Did you fuck him😏? Was it good?”
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Vincent “Vince” (face claim: Marcello Hernandez): the sassy funny pretty boi
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gxhaode · 9 months
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Chapter 13
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⋆。°✩-denial is a river in egypt
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⋆。°✩|previous, masterlist, next
Taglist: @suzirumas @soobsfairy444 @hwaseyes @emohazuzworld @captivq @aestheticsluut @sserafimez @sohnfile @melodymyangel @run2seob @s00buwu @lixie-phoria @tocupid
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jdwake · 3 months
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if you only write "x reader' in ur post and get mad at people who get mad at u for not putting the gender in the title why tf u complaining? we're in 2024, use your brain. if its a female reader write that. i am getting tired of waisting my time by reading all your crap and seeing all the fem terms after being 5 min in.
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coupsie-daisies · 2 years
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Get To Believing | Lee Felix
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Pairing: Lee Felix x GN!Reader
Genre: Theater AU? University AU, fluff
Summary: Felix never fully understood the appeal of musical theatre until his best friend roped him into working tech. He also never believed in love at first sight. Maybe he had a lot left to learn.
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: vague descriptions of college theatre, it’s awkward as hell, anxious Felix, a mention or two of twice’s Jihyo
A/N: three posts in five days? I’m on a roll, or maybe I’m pushing the limits. Either way, more content than ever. Hope you enjoy!
Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @sunnytaes // @burningupp // @bunnypig18 // @chrswolfie // @ferrethyun // @brownieracha // @ashia4​ (i know you didn’t ask but you’re stuck with me)
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Felix really hadn’t wanted to be part of the university theater department. It actually was very low on the list of things he wanted to do, but he had a bit of spare time in his schedule that he’d really been hoping to capitalize on, and his roommate was in desperate need. A couple members of the tech team had dropped out of the production for reasons that Chan had been too worked up to disclose, and he’d promised that it would be super easy to get the hang of.
Felix was grateful that it actually was pretty easy to get the hang of, and he already knew a couple people running sound which is where he ended up spending his time. Felix was grateful that making friends came easily because most of the tech crew was nice to him, and when Chan was busy that soothed his anxiety.
He found himself spending a decent share of his time outside of the rehearsals with Chan and other members of the cast and crew, meeting Chan’s co-director, Minho, and various members of the cast. But no matter who he was with, his eyes were always gravitating toward you.
Felix didn’t actually believe in love at first sight, but whatever happened to him when he saw you for the first time made him wonder. You, on the stage in a pair of jeans and an oversize tee-shirt, learning choreography from one of the noonas. His face flushed pink and he could have sworn his heart was going to beat out of his chest just at the sight of you.
He’d had to endure a wild amount of teasing from Chan for the way he stumbled over his words when the two of you were introduced. But he didn’t care, you’d smiled so bright at him and complimented his hair. He wondered if he had made an impression, if you actually remembered him among all the tech crew faces that you probably didn’t have time to think of between memorizing your lines, studying for your classes, and endlessly rehearsing for the show.
But even throughout all of that, he never heard you complain. Chan had told him that you were a theatre arts major. Felix figured there couldn’t be anything more suited to how passionate you were on the stage.
But none of those things were what really struck Felix about you. What always took him by surprise was your confidence. You took criticism with grace, never beating yourself up too much, and you were always willing to try something new, even if you’d never thought to try it before. Even off the stage, you held your head high. You didn’t hide yourself when you giggled, or try to make yourself smaller. And something about that made you absolutely radiant in his eyes.
“You know,” He told Chan over their meals back in their dorm. “I’ve never really understood wanting to go to a play before,”
Chan chuckled, knowing exactly where Felix’s mind was. He understood, you were like nothing he’d ever met and, if he were being quite honest with himself, he should have seen this coming. Felix was particularly susceptible to the sweetest things in life, and you most certainly fell into that category. He should have thought of introducing the two of you earlier. And if it weren’t for the fact that he knew you’d brush it off while you were working on the production, he’d probably be playing matchmaker for the two of you.
It wasn’t that you were disinterested in relationships, it was simply that you had yet to meet someone who understood your level of passion. When you cared about something it consumed you whole, even if only for a short period of time. Felix was similar, though the thing that usually consumed him was helping people to reach what they wanted. Chan thought that might click into place well for the two of you.
“I think I get it now. I mean, everyone works so hard and…” He trailed off, a bashful grin lifting onto his lips that had Chan laughing and reaching out to poke at his younger friend’s arm.
“Just say you like them already. There’s no shame in that, Lix.” He said, leaning back against the couch that he’d sat in front of. Felix spluttered. Of course he liked them, there was hardly anything he could imagine not liking. But to hear it out loud was different.
It wasn’t that Felix was shy per se, he was just afraid that you’d reject him offhand. He’d dated before, even been in love, but he’d never before been so entirely taken with someone. It scared him a little, but it was hard to be scared around you. You had a way of making the people around you brave.
“You should tell them if you like them so much,” Chan added. Felix shook his head adamantly. Still, Chan persisted. “I promise you won’t regret it. The worst that happens is they say they don’t want to go on a date – which they won’t say – and then you carry on just being friends.”
Sure, it was that easy on paper. But Felix didn’t know how to handle the idea of you rejecting him or looking at him differently. Not because you were perfect, or better than him, Felix knew that you were only human, but it was still intimidating.
“Just think about it. Next week is show week, don’t miss out just because you’re nervous, alright?” Chan smiled, standing up to take his dishes to the sink leaving Felix alone with his thoughts.
The next week was chaos, mostly because it was tech week which had the entire cast pushing his limits. Expectations were high, and as strict as Chan was, Minho was stricter which could be a bit intimidating. Felix had no doubt that he made his fair share of mistakes.
Nevertheless, things were generally running smoothly, and as everyone marched towards exhaustion and opening night nerves, you seemed to burn even brighter. Your stage presence was undeniable and, as much as it made Felix nervous (and, although he’d refuse to admit it, a fair bit jealous), your chemistry with your co-star had only gotten stronger.
Chan insisted it was normal, that the two of you were spending a lot of time building your relationship so you could work better together on stage. Don’t let it psych you out, his elder had insisted. Easier said than done, but he digressed.
Now, he was preparing with everyone else on the sound team as people filed in and found their seats. He’d never been to a theater production of this size, but even he was growing nervous with the number of people. Everyone was chattering over their headsets, and he was even more grateful than ever for everyone who was helping him along the way. It wasn’t overly difficult, but every now and then Felix’s nerves got the best of him and there were so many people counting on them to make this run smoothly on their end of things.
“You’re going to do fine, you know.” Felix spun around from where he was standing in the booth, looking out at the stage. You smiled, made up completely in costume, your makeup was done in the near gaudy fashion he’d learned was special for performance makeup. Even still, you looked breathtaking, and his lips curled up into a smile.
“Thanks, you are too. But you probably already know that.” He ran a hand through his hair, and you laughed.
“Thanks, Felix. Are you nervous? First shows always give people the jitters.” You made a show of shaking out your hands and bouncing your weight from side to side. “Just have to shake it out, and tell yourself it’ll be a great performance no matter what. And you haven’t let me down yet, so I’m sure you’ll keep up the good work.”
He hoped you didn’t see the way he blushed, or think anything of him clearing his throat. He was about to brush off the compliment and tease you for making him nervous about letting you down, or say something about how you didn’t need to think so highly of him, but then your presence fully clicked in his head.
“Wait, what are you doing up here? You should be getting ready and getting in the zone. Chan said you have a whole ritual before you go on.” His eyes were wide and frantic for a moment at the idea of you missing out on your routine.
You smiled, and for a second his thoughts left his head completely, and you laughed so sweetly that he swore he’d ascend. You shook your head.
“No, it’s okay. I’m all hyped up and ready for the stage. I just really wanted to come up here and talk to you before we started. Come find me after the show, okay? Promise?” You started carefully backing towards the door, keeping your eyes on him until he gave in, nodding and promising to find you. You nodded triumphantly and turned to hurry back down and get backstage before you got yourself into trouble.
Opening night went as smoothly as any opening night could, and the crowd sincerely seemed to love the show, though Felix couldn’t imagine anyone hating the show you put on. Once the show was wrapped up, and he got the go-ahead from Jihyo to go ahead and not worry about taking care of everything in the booth, Felix was grabbing his things and racing down to find you.
The cast was gathered outside the auditorium, giving their thanks and receiving praise in return. Felix admittedly didn’t love large crowds, but he steeled himself. If he could at least find Minho or Chan, maybe they could point him in your direction.
“Felix! Over here,” Your voice called, and instantly Felix looked up. He grinned, gently nudging and apologizing his way through the swarm of people until he was standing in front of you in all your radiance. You said one more quick thank you to the people you were talking to, an older couple who smiled at you and looked between you and Felix. You looked at him for a second before giggling and bowing your head to the couple.
Once they left, your attention was wholly on him.
“My biggest fans,” You joked, nodding towards the couple who had moved on to talk to a couple of your friends from the cast. “They’ve come to every show I’ve been in since I was 14.” You said with a laugh that made his stomach twist in knots.
“That’s really nice, I can see why they’d keep an eye on your career.” He complimented. You shrugged, but the glimmer in your eye was enough to show off that you appreciated his praise.
“How did it feel? Being part of something like that?” You asked him.
“Terrifying. I was so scared I was going to mess it all up,”
“Well, you did amazing. Seriously, I think the tech team is going to fight to keep you around.” You told him, reaching out to poke at his arm. “Thanks for helping out with this. I know Channie had to drag you into it, but everyone really appreciates you stepping up. I’ll take you out for ice cream or something sometime to thank you.”
“Yeah,” Felix reached up to touch his hair, trying to smooth it into place, not that it had been out of place to begin with. You’d noticed he did that sometimes when he was nervous. And how his fingers would always subconsciously find his pulse. It was cute, and part of you wondered if he was doing that during the show whenever he’d worry that he was going to slip up.
“Cool, it’s a date. I’ll find you sometime after the show closes and we can figure out a time.” You sent him a playful wink, and excused yourself, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the buzz of the crowd around him.
The rest of the week went by in a flash, performances only being broken up by class periods that he was restless to get through. Each show he hoped to be able to talk to you again, but you were always busy, always surrounded by people. The most he managed was a quick hello and a promise to talk soon. He held onto it as everyone prepared for the last performance.
The closing night carried a lot of emotions that Felix wasn’t expecting. He knew Chan had a habit of getting emotional come closing, but he never understood why until he was in it. The entire cast and crew were gathered on stage well before the doors opened, everyone in costume and ready to make the last run their best. Chan and Minho stood at the front alongside the other upperclassmen that had helped bring this outstanding project to fruition. Each of them took their turn giving a pep talk to the cast and crew and trying their hardest to keep everyone from crying and messing up their makeup.
As everyone dispersed, Felix found himself wallowing in a sense of fear and anxiety he hadn’t expected. You and him were hardly friends, and even though you’d agreed to talk, to get ice cream, to spend time together, things like that didn’t always come true. If he chickened out now, if he went back on his words, he’d regret it. He knew that. Chan was usually right when he pushed him, but sometimes it was harder to accept that than others.
“Hey, freckles,” You called. Felix jumped, turning to see that it was just the two of you on stage now, everyone else headed to finish getting ready or getting props set up. “What’s on your mind? You’re a million miles away.”
He shook his head. “Nothing, just wondering how you handle the end of this kind of stuff.”
He smiled at you, and you nodded.
“It’s hard, but you get used to the emotion after a while. I like to think about the opportunities it opens up instead of the door closing behind me, you know? There’ll be so many shows after this, and if I were stuck on this one, I wouldn’t get a chance to do them.”
He listened, and you reached out to take his hand. His palm was warm against yours. You squeezed it.
“You should help out with more shows. Maybe Jihyo will even let you take over the tech booth when she graduates.” You teased. “But first we have to finish this. Come on.”
Felix followed you off stage where you finally let go of his hand, splitting off to finish getting ready and leaving him alone again. This wasn’t an opportunity he was willing to miss out on.
As expected, the closing night performance was even better than the ones that came before it, everyone’s emotions manifesting in a tangible sort of energy in the room. Felix was even more drawn in than usual, and for the most part, things ran smoothly which finally allowed him to breathe. He was getting antsy as everyone took their final bows, even more so when Chan came out to make a short speech and recognize everyone. It all dragged on too long, his nerves getting the best of him and making his heart race,
But finally, the curtain closed, and the lights came up, and Felix only had a few more moments to wait before he could talk to you.
He wanted you to go out with him, of course he did, but there was a certain sort of comfort that came with the idea of just having it over with. Even if you rejected him and called him an idiot – not that he could picture you doing that, you were always so kind to him after all, he would have the wondering silenced.
There were more people than before, and Felix tried not to get overwhelmed by it, instead clutching at the bouquet of flowers he’d gotten. He’d had to ask for help, not sure if any decision would be good enough if it came from him. But in his hands he held an array of colorful flowers, wrapped in paper and tied with a ribbon as he followed the flow of people.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, he found you, beaming as bright as ever despite the fact that you’d clearly shed a few tears over the end of the show. He wiped his palms on his thighs and took a deep breath.
“Lix, hey!” You called. He looked at you, brown eyes blown wide like a deer in the headlights. You laughed. Right, he was here to do something. He made his way over to you, holding out the bouquet gingerly.
“I got these for you. That’s a thing people do right? Bring flowers to performers?” He shifted his weight and you smiled.
“Thank you, Felix, they’re amazing. You didn’t have to do that,” Nevertheless you took them, admiring what you knew must have been a pretty penny’s worth of flowers. You were used to getting flowers, but this was more than that. And they were from Felix which only made them that much more special to you.
“I know, but I wanted to.” He promised, watching the way you admired the gift. It made a bit of pride rise in his chest, something he didn’t often feel, so he was happy to run with it. “Hey, I was wondering…you’ll have a bit more free time now that the show is done, right? I mean until your next ones?”
You looked at him, noting the way he reached up to fix his hair, the way his eyes seemed restless as they scanned your face. You nodded.
“Yeah, my schedule should be pretty open besides classes and whatever.” You agreed.
“Cool. Then I was thinking, and it’s totally fine if not but I thought I should ask before I never see you again, you know? But would you maybe wanna go out with me? On a date, I mean.”
You giggled, and he paused, finally looking at you properly. You nodded.
“Yeah, I was hoping you’d asked. I thought I was gonna have to ask you if you kept being all shy around me.” You told him. His lips parted in a silent question. “I’ve been trying to get Chan to nudge you into asking me for weeks now since I wasn’t exactly sure how you actually felt.”
“How I actually felt? Y/N, I’ve been head over heels for you for the past three months. I can’t believe I could have been taking you on dates this whole time.” He laughed, and his face tinted pink in the cutest way. You stepped closer, letting your hand find his again and pulling him towards you enough to press your lips to his in a quick kiss.
“Better get to believing then. No use wasting more time.”
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this time it was yeji's pick for which movie the two of you would watch, which she chose Romeo and Juliet, the 1996 version. you didn't oppose her decision either, too focused on the fact that she was finally home after weeks of being away. the television in the middle of the room played the movie quietly, and you found your gaze lingering on your girlfriend more than the film.
this time it was yeji's pick for which movie the two of you would watch, which she chose Romeo and Juliet, the 1996 version. you didn't oppose her decision either, too focused on the fact that she was finally home after weeks of being away. the television in the middle of the room played the movie quietly, and you found your gaze lingering on your girlfriend more than the film.
this time it was yeji's pick for which movie the two of you would watch, which she chose Romeo and Juliet, the 1996 version. you didn't oppose her decision either, too focused on the fact that she was finally home after weeks of being away. the television in the middle of the room played the movie quietly, and you found your gaze lingering on your girlfriend more than the film.
yeji felt your eyes on her once again and she paused the movie, "you're not even watching it! look how cute young leo dicaprio is." she complained with a small whine and you asked with a teasing smile, "can you blame me? i missed you. besides, you’re cuter.” your girlfriend narrowed her eyes for a moment then they softened, a failed attempt at being annoyed. she leaned back against you, letting your arm hang around her shoulder as she toyed with your fingers.
the dorm was quieter than usual, no music, laughter, or bickering coming from any of the rooms. you asked curiously, "how did you convince them to go out? you all just got back two days ago." yeji answered happily, "ryujin owed me a favor." a beat then she explained with a satisfied smile on her face, "she got caught on CCTV sneaking out so i covered for her since it was the third time this month." you gazed at your girlfriend lovingly and her eyes found yours. she felt her heart skip a beat as she leaned in, her hand on your cheek.
a gentle kiss tasting of raspberry pressed against your lips. just as she pulled away, you turned and met her lips once more. yeji slowly shifted on top of your lap, bringing one leg to either side of you. one of her arms rested on your shoulder while her fingers ran over your nape and hair. immediately your hands rested on her waist, and with a soft touch your thumbs pressed small circles into her hips.
yeji pushed her hand down into the couch cushion to push herself up, and in the process unpaused the movie on the tv. just as you pulled away to fix it, your girlfriend pulled you back to her lips, mumbling “leave it be” against yours. she kissed you passionately but it remained clear this was the farthest you were going tonight. your tongue brushed her bottom lip, eliciting an airy moan leaving her throat. yeji nibbled at your bottom lip, making you gasp as she smiled against you.
just then the front door swung open and a high pitched scream made you and yeji jump. chaeryeong and yuna stood in the doorway as yeji frantically scrambled off of you, falling on the floor in the process. awkwardly you crossed your legs and cleared your throat, “hi guys.” your girlfriend got up and sat next to you, a couch cushion separating you both when jisu and ryujin got to the door.
ryujin asked slightly alarmed by the sudden outburst, “what happened?” you and yeji looked at each other from the corners of your eyes and yuna pointed accusingly, “they were having sex!” you and yeji overlapped one another as you tried to explain in a panic, but no full sentences were actually heard.
jisu brought a tired hand up, “okay okay shhhhh. whatever they saw just move it to the bedroom, it’s too late for this.” she waved both of you off and dragged her slipper clad feet against the hallway as she shuffled to her room. chaeryeong followed behind her as she went to her room while ryujin dragged yuna to hers. the youngest pointed to her eyes then yours as she insisted, “i know what i saw!” halfway down the hallway ryujin hushed her before closing her bedroom door, “you saw nothing. go to sleep.”
both you and yeji sat in awkward silence for a moment then burst into a fit of giggles. she fell back with her head now resting in your lap. you let your fingers run through her silky, chocolate brown strands. yeji turned her attention to the tv as she played with your fingers, placing a chaste kiss to the top of your palm with a smile.
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Racer Sano Manjiro with a Kpop or Pop star S/O like how'd they meet,fall in love etc
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I hope you enjoy this and that this was what you were looking for.
Warning- violence, not described, races, kpop group
Paring- racer mikey x kpop reader
𝕳𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙:
You guys probably meet at a store. You guys weren’t looking ahead of yourself and bumped into each other. You both are popular people and have even followed each other on social media but didn’t recognize each other. Then you guys would probably meet at one of his races. You would have gotten invited to go to his race since it was really big popular one and one of the guys that are in your group wanted to go but didn’t want to go alone And no one wanted to go with him so you decided to go with him. Mikey had won the race that day and that's when you realize who it was. So when you guys we're going home from the race you decided to dm him “nice job on the race, today” You weren’t expecting him to message back “thanks” but neither was he expecting you to dm or be that the race
𝕿𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌:
You guys talked a lot over dms and sometimes went to each other races/concerts When one of your guys go to each other thing you guys would meet where no one other fans were so like backstage or where mikey gets ready at. You guys will talk for a bit about the race/concert or anything that happened that day that the other already didn’t know about. You guys text, you guys have moved up from dm each other, each other like three hours before the race/concert would happen.
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚:
He realized one time he went to see you after your concert and there was this group of guys that had backstage passes and were talking about how they were going to ask for your number and going to ask you out. When he heard that he wanted to beat the crap out of the people. Okay he was a little jealous that they said that but it wasn’t anything right? Well he was wrong When he got backstage and went to go over to you he saw one of your guys friends talking to you. He didn’t know why but he was just upset that you were talking to him. He just sighs before acting like it was nothing. This went on for a while before he went and asked Draken about it and Draken tried to help him the best he could with everything.
𝕳𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖔𝖚𝖙:
He had asked Draken what he should do. Draken had told him the weekend when he had a race and when you had a show he should send you some flowers and a note that asked you out. He made sure to get your favorite flowers and then the note said: "𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓸 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮? -𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓻"
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