#like boys i know youre in the idol industry but come on
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ARE WE STILL FRIENDS
18+ / mdi
summary: being besties with two of the most popular idols in korea always came with a few rumors here and there, but what happened when one of your platonic besties suddenly started acting a little friendlier than usual? or worse, what happened when they both turned their affections to you?
content: idol!au, hybeidol!reader x idol!mingyu, hybeidol!reader x idol!jungkook, 97liner!reader, friends2lovers, not mingyu x jk (they just share u like all besties would<3), not that much plot, afab reader, smut, oral (f and m receiving), body worship, fingering, penetrative sex, etc.
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"Do you think the company would get mad if we did a live together right now?", Jungkook pondered out loud as the three of you sat on different pieces of furniture around his large living room.
"Yeah."
"They didn't seem to mind when Jungkook and I did it that one time," disagreed Mingyu.
"Yeah, but I'm the girl. I'm the one who wakes up to new dating rumors every time we hang out publicly."
"Yeah, but people must know we're just friends by now, right? It's been years."
That much was true.
You weren't sure of the exact date, but your friendship with both boys predated the overall international success of Kpop as of recent years. When you had met both boys, they had barely battled their way through puberty – though you weren't faring any better at the time.
The media enjoyed making the three of you a subject, knowing that you were evidently the closest out of all members of the popular 97s friend group. Being the only girl integrant, it was common for people to have the misconception that you were romantically involved with either Mingyu or Jungkook, seeing as you were often spotted in public with them.
You'd gotten used to the rumors and hate that came attached to being their friend, now usually leaving those things in the back burner rather than letting them bother you. By now, the three of you were a bit more careless about being seen together. Being seniors in the industry, those things didn't matter much to you anymore, but being seen inside Jungkook's house would surely stir up the worst rumors to date, so going live with him was entirely out of the question.
It did bother you sometimes; the double standard. While Jungkook and Mingyu could even interact in public or mention each other freely, any time you did so you were met with hate from either fandom, sometimes even your own. It also made you worry about your future. Could you ever be in a relationship without facing the brunt of all the hate that would come your way? At 26 years of age, it was a frustrating reality to think about.
Jungkook got up at some point to go fetch some more bottles of soju. Apparently the seven bottles the three of you had drank collectively weren't enough for the large men you were drinking with.
While Jungkook was gone, Mingyu got up from his seat on the couch opposite to you and took a seat down next to you, invading your personal space like he usually did.
"Worrying your pretty little head about something?", asked Mingyu as he leaned over you, taking the occasional sip from his drink.
"It's nothing."
"C'mon, what's up?", his hand ran up and down your arm in a soothing manner.
Invading your space and being overly touchy usually meant that he was tipsy. But to be fair, you were a bit tipsy too.
"Do you ever think about dating?"
"Who? You?", he chuckled.
"No, dumbass. I mean in general."
He seemed to sober up a little at the mention of the subject, straightening up a bit as he sat sideways on the couch so he could look at you fully.
"What's got you thinking about that?"
"I don't know ... I'm 26 now. Isn't it time I started settling down? Have someone filling up the other half of the bed," you pondered, feeling a bit pathetic as you did so.
Mingyu let out a quiet sound of confusion, eyebrows furrowed and head leaning to the side in question.
"Isn't that what me and Jungkook are for?"
Not taking him seriously, you chuckled and took a swing of your almost empty bottle of soju.
"I'm serious, Mingyu. I mean a romantic relationship, where, you know, it's just us and we do couple things and we settle down and all that stuff."
"What can you do with some guy that you couldn't do with us?", he grabbed both your drinks and set them on the table.
Suddenly, his demeanor seemed a bit more serious, which confused you.
Where the hell was Jungkook with those drinks?
"I- Are you serious? Do you need me to tell you?"
"Yeah, I mean, why would you need to look for some guy if you have us?"
Oh. He was serious.
"Because we're friends?," you were beyond confused, "I can't go out with you romantically, or move in with you, or," you gulped, "or sleep with you."
"You can't?", he scoot closer to you.
"Mingyu ..."
"I just mean ... Why would you go after some loser when we can just take care of you?", his hand went back to touching you, though this time it ran up and down your thigh rather than your arm. That false semblance of innocence was gone, "You want someone to keep your bed warm? You don't even have to ask ... I'll do it- we'll do it."
Through his short speech, he got closer and closer, just as the air in the room got heavier. The atmosphere itself shifted dramatically, specially with Mingyu so close to you.
Mingyu was the touchiest man you'd ever known. Being his best friend, you had fallen victim to his touchy demeanor endless times, but never like this. Never while his eyes were hooded and heavy with some emotion you'd never seen in them before.
"Gyu, I-"
"Can I show you?", he rasped, eyes now on your lips.
"Y-you're drunk," you were sure that must've been it. The combination between drinking and talking about dating must've short circuited his brain.
"Just tipsy ... Tipsy enough to get the balls to tell you how much I want you ... but lucid enough to remember how many times I've thought about this."
The hands on your thighs moved to your waist, closing in on you, slowly pulling you toward him. By the end of it, you were halfway sitting on his lap.
"You've thought about this?"
Your nervous hands went to his shoulders for support, easily giving in to him.
"So many times. Jungkook too," he chuckled as he began burying his head in your neck, lips ghosting the sensitive skin.
Lacking any control of your body, you repositioned yourself to allow him better access to you, now fully on his lap as he sat sideways on the couch, arms wrapped fully around you and face buried in your neck.
"Gyu, I-"
"Yeah? Is this okay? Is it okay if I kiss your neck like this? This is what you wanted, right? Someone to take care of you?", he mumbled as he made his way to your ear with breathy kisses.
You were burning up, completely powerless to Mingyu. It was kind of embarrassing how easily you gave in to him. How you had been entirely unaware of his want for you until five minutes ago, yet you were now pliant in his hold, willing to listen to his senseless argument about him and Jungkook being good replacement for a relationship. You also had that to think about – the Jungkook aspect of it all.
The reminder of Jungkook's presence woke you up a bit, remembering that you were literally sitting on your best friend's lap while in your other best friend's living room.
With half a mind to let Mingyu do whatever he wanted to do with you, you powered your way through your decision to pull him away from your neck.
"Gyu, wait. Kook could get here any minute-"
"Don't stop on my account. Seemed like you were having fun without me."
Your head snapped to the door at the introduction of the raspy voice of your best friend, finding said friend leaning against the doorframe with a few drinks in one hand and a few ramen cups stacked on the other.
"Jungkook-"
"So, can someone catch me up?", he got closer, dropping off all the food he was carrying on the table and sitting next to you on the couch.
The position made it so that Jungkook was technically sitting behind you. Since you were on Mingyu's lap and sitting sideways on the couch, you were now being sandwiched by both boys. Jungkook still kept a small distance, making you have to turn around in Mingyu's hold to look at him.
While you probably embodied the image of a deer caught in headlights, Mingyu seemed completely relaxed, hands still comfortably on your waist.
"I was actually just catching Y/N up," said Mingyu, an overly cocky tone in his voice as his hands continued to feel up and down your waist.
"Oh? Without me?", chuckled Jungkook, leaning a bit closer.
"What the hell is happening?"
"How much did you tell her?", Jungkook ignored you, staring directly at Mingyu. His eyes would occasionally trail down to Mingyu's hands on your waist, a sour look overtaking his face.
It seemed like you had missed a few chapters in the friendship; there was some unspoken agreement between the two in which you were the main character. While it bothered you to think that they'd discussed you in private, the enigma of it all also excited you. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or maybe it was the way in which Mingyu's entire demeanor had become possessive when you brought up dating. The reason didn't matter when you were already beginning to heat up.
"Just caught her up a little on the, uh, situation," said Mingyu with an unrecognizable glint in his eyes, "Did you know she was thinking about dating?", he asked Jungkook, ignoring your presence while still having his hands on you.
Mingyu's hand had made it under your shirt by now, feeling the warm skin of your back.
"Oh? Since when?", he finally turned to you, scooting up a tiny bit more.
Due to his new proximity, you turned your head around, facing Mingyu again. That proved to be a mistake, as Mingyu was even closer to you. Jungkook also took advantage of this, braving a few more inches in closeness and letting his face come closer to your neck. He pushed your hair aside for better access, simply breathing against you as he awaited your answer.
Responding was the hardest thing in the world. Your mind was simply not working at the moment, the situation being far too intimate for you to fully function. On one side you had the huge hunk of a man that was Mingyu, warm hands against the bare skin of your back all while you sat on his leg. On the other, you had the gorgeous embodiment of a boyfriend that was Jungkook, whose fingers were now slowly running up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake while he nosed at your neck.
You had your two gorgeous best friends giving you the best type of attention all while your brain fizzled with your tipsiness.
"Answer him, baby," murmured Gyu.
"I- I just," you sighed when Jungkook began leaving feather-light kisses on your neck, "just thought about maybe getting b-back in the market? To meet someone and-"
"But you have us?", Jungkook sounded genuinely confused, seemingly unable to understand the platonic nature behind your friendship.
"That's what I said!", added Mingyu.
"But I want a boyfriend, n-not-"
"Boyfriend? Baby ...", Jungkook disconnected from you, grabbing your head to make you twist your neck in order to look at him, "That's just an upgrade. You want a boyfriend? We'll give you two. You don't need to be looking around for some loser," his eyes gradually lowered to your lips as he spoke, breath heavy against them.
"K-Kook, I-"
"Please say yes? Please just ... Let me show you? We can show you together. Right, Gyu?", he murmured, mere inches away from your mouth.
Before you knew it, you were nodding, far too desperate to voice your desire.
As embarrassing as it was to admit, you had thought of kissing Jungkook before. Being one of the prettiest boys you'd ever seen before, it was hard at first to keep your relationship with him fully platonic, having had to beat down a small crush you had developed on him at an earlier age. His kiss, however, was not something you could've ever predicted.
Even with the awkward angle, and Mingyu's hands still on you, Jungkook gave you the dizziest of kisses. He knew how to get you hooked immediately, starting with a heavy kiss that had you chasing him the moment he pulled away. With a quiet and breathy laugh, he kissed you again, languid and wet in the way his tongue snuck between your lips, seamlessly making its way into your mouth to play with yours.
Shamelessly, you moaned against his lips, hands digging into Mingyu's shoulders as he continued to hold you. The slight awkwardness of making out with Jungkook while giving your back to Mingyu, yet still holding onto him, was present in your mind. However, Jungkook's sensual yet playful way of kissing you took up most of your attention.
But you knew Mingyu to be a whiny mess of a man at times, so you knew it wouldn't be long before he attempted to regain your attention. The evidence was in the way he felt you up all throughout, hands on your breasts as he pinched at your nipples through your shirt, groaning at the feeling of your tits in his hands. Occasionally, his hands would go down to your cunt, ghosting the place where you needed the most attention before making their way back up to your chest.
Pulling you away by the waist, you were forced to separate from Jungkook, eyes still closed as your lips chased his own. This time Jungkook's lips also attempted to regain possession over yours, with his tongue catching a few last nasty licks of your own.
"It's my turn," grumbled Mingyu, making you turn back to him, "You're on my lap but kiss him only? Baby, we're supposed to share you!", he pouted.
Giggling, you got even closer to him, cradling his head in your hands as you lightly pulled at his hair.
You turned to Jungkook one quick last time, "Kookie?"
His eyes lit up at your question, giving you a view of his round eyes as he gave you his full attention.
"Scoot closer, yeah? Put your hands around me," you encouraged him, humming in contentment when he went above and beyond and began to kiss your neck in the process.
Turning back to Mingyu, there was still an ever-so-present pout on his features, making you giggle again before finally kissing his lips.
Now, Mingyu's kiss was completely different from that of Jungkook's.
You had known Mingyu for as much time as you had Jungkook. He had a bit of a reputation when you had first met, being known as a guy who would occasionally sleep around with other idols, and sometimes staff. Now at 26, he had been retired from that era of his life for a while, but you'd be lying if you didn't say he always made you wonder. He always had all the girls swooning, instantly falling in love with his outgoing persona and his incomparable charisma. His looks also did not help matters. Being so handsome and likable, you occasionally fell victim to his charms, sometimes needing to snap yourself out of R rated thoughts you'd have about him on nights you were feeling particularly lonely.
His kiss felt exactly the way he looked. It was rich and insanely hot. Mingyu made love to your mouth, using his tongue in ways you didn't know a man could. He was domineering in the way he kissed you, with a firm hand on your jaw so he could position you in a way that allowed him to kiss you just the way he liked. And he liked it nasty. He liked it wet and filthy and in a way that made you sure you'd cum if he kissed you for a little too long.
You could barely catch up to the situation, having one gorgeous man fucking your mouth with his tongue while the other suckled at the most sensitive spots of your neck. In the meantime, your cunt was gushing with essence, already so extremely wet you were beginning to squirm in Mingyu's hold.
You attempted to pull away once, only to be enticed into kissing Mingyu again as he groaned against you, tongue seducing yours once more. You attempted to pull away twice, having his arms wrap tighter around you. The third time is when you finally succeeded, whining against Mingyu's mouth that you needed more. This caused yet another groan to come out of Mingyu, only to be echoed by Jungkook's own groan against your neck.
They both disconnected from you, looking to each other in a decisive manner, almost as if to formulate a game plan.
"I want her first," said Jungkook, slapping Mingyu's hands away from you and attempting to move you onto his lap.
Mingyu stopped him, holding you tighter against him as he rebutted, "You? She's already on my lap. I should have her first."
"Dude, I'm about to blow up. Just let me fuck her and then you can have her while I recover," be argued, hands fighting Mingyu's off of you.
"Why can't I choose?", you butt in, annoyed.
Their demeanors swiftly changed at your interruption, both pairs of hands now touching either your waist or thighs in an intimate yet caring manner.
"What do you want, pretty? My cock? Hmm?", asked Mingyu with a sweet voice in an attempt to convince you. Meanwhile, Jungkook wordlessly kissed at your neck again, nibbling at your ear and smirking at how you shuddered at the feeling.
"I-", you were already lightheaded again, "I wanna suck your dick, Gyu. Want Kookie to fuck me while I suck your dick," you murmured, hand holding Jungkook's head against your neck to keep his kisses coming.
Mingyu groaned at this, nodding absentmindedly. He began to shift, attempting to get up in order to get himself ready for you, but you stopped him.
"Undress me? Both of you?", you asked in the softest voice you could muster. You wanted both their hands on you at once, feeling your nude body for the first time. You knew their desire for you was already clouding their minds, so you wanted to do everything in your power to relish in every single touch, every look filled with lust they would give you.
Without another word, both boys got up, standing you up with them. Their hands were messy and uncoordinated as they got every garment off you, feeling you up in the process. Your breasts were groped and fondled multiple times in the process, while Jungkook pressed your ass up against him any chance he could, groaning at the slight stimulation.
Finally undressed, you decided to turn around once more, facing Jungkook as you kissed him with no warning. You smirked into his mouth when you felt Mingyu grab you from behind and press your ass up against him, grinding slowly against you. You knew it wasn't enough to get him anywhere, but you enjoyed knowing he was needy enough to use you in such a fruitless way just for a little stimulation.
Meanwhile, your hands went straight to Jungkook's oversized top, hands sneaking underneath to feel up his muscular form, hands harshly rubbing on his strong chest. It seemed Jungkook was overly sensitive to your touch. He whined needy breaths into your mouth as you felt him up. Taking off his shirt, you moaned as you saw the gorgeous figure of your best friend.
God, he was the prettiest thing you'd ever seen. You couldn't wait until you saw the rest of his pretty body, sculpted by the endless hours of work you knew he always put into the gym. The endless hours in which you had accompanied him to said gym, always having to look away before you started to have inpure thoughts of your best friend.
He helped you in the removing of his pants and boxers, throwing his head back when your hands immediately went to find his cock and play with it. Burying his head in your neck, he groaned against your skin, whining at the feeling of your hands finally wrapped around him after having wanted you for so long.
Behind you, you heard shuffling, assuming Mingyu to have been removing his own clothes as he waited for his turn of your attention to come. You felt badly at leaving him hanging for too long, knowing him to have an overly impatient disposition when he didn't receive attention for extended periods of time.
Playing with Jungkook's cock just for a little longer, you gave him one last kiss before turning around and trapping Mingyu in his own kiss. Unlike with Jungkook, you didn't linger long, opting instead to push him down the large conversation pit – thank god for Jungkook's insanely big mansion – located just a few steps away from the couch where it had all begun. This way you could have all the space you wanted to play with your friends.
Now lying down, Mingyu looked you up and down like you were his next prey, licking his lips at the sight and motioning at you to come sit on him despite knowing that you wanted something else.
"C'mon, baby. Ditch him. Don't you want me instead?," he leaned upwards to try and convince you of sitting on him.
It was hard to deny him with his cock staring up at you in such a challenging manner. He was equally as gorgeous as your other bestie, but in so many different ways. Mingyu was so big and thick and buff, he had you salivating at the mere sight of him. He was so toned yet so thick, and his dick matched perfectly. God, the thought of that monster inside you had your eyes rolling back already. Did he really mean it when he said he'd be yours? That he and Jungkook would share you? The idea of a boyfriend sounded stupid in retrospect.
Despite all your better judgment telling you to jump Mingyu and let him impale you with his cock right then and there, you knew that starting off with Jungkook would give you a better buildup. You also knew that based on Jungkook's competitive personality, he'd become even whinier than Mingyu if you didn't let him take care of you first.
Fully determined, you turned back to Jungkook, who had been standing there in a trance, now having a better view of your body and keeping his eyes religiously glued to it. You grabbed onto him and walked yourself back to the large conversation pit, eyes glued to Jungkook's in a seductive manner as you guided him to the area in which Mingyu was already lying down. In only a few seconds, you let go of Jungkook and positioned yourself in front of Mingyu at an eye level with his cock while he sat up and looked down at you with a pained look in his eyes. In all fours, your back faced Jungkook, hinting at him to get behind you so that you could finally get back to business.
With a groan, Jungkook knelt behind you, needy hands feeling the curve of your back as he pushed you up against him. In the meantime, you began softly playing with Mingyu's cock, making him throw his head back at finally receiving some attention where he'd been craving it for so long.
"You're so pretty, fuck ... No one deserves you, baby. Too fucking pretty n perfect n fuck ... Can I fuck you now, pretty? Hmm? Let me have this pretty pussy while you suck off your bestie," rambled Jungkook from behind you, head lowered so he could kiss at your hips.
You whined and pushed up your ass against him, giving him the green light to do whatever he wanted, when suddenly he stopped.
"Fuck, wait. Condom?", he asked, making Mingyu groan, as you were about to engulf him in your mouth but also halted your movements to tend to Jungkook's question.
"It's okay, Kookie. The company put me on some new birth control. You can fuck me raw," you smirked up at Mingyu, giggling at yet another groan of his.
"He gets you raw? Baby, I'm the one who started all this! How's that fair?", he huffed.
Taking a quick separation from Jungkook, you gestured for Mingyu to lean down so he could meet you halfway. With a wet kiss, you made your way to his ear and whispered against it.
"I'm saving you for last, baby. Gonna ride you til I cry ... Now be good and cum in my mouth?"
He groaned so loudly his entire body vibrated under you as you crawled your way back to your previous position. Jungkook simply laughed at the interaction.
Feeling you up once more, Jungkook finally grabbed onto his cock and lined himself up, groaning at the gushing wetness that coated his cock as he entered you. Your own moan was masked by Mingyu's cock, which you were currently working into your mouth.
"Oh, fuck ... It's so tight, baby ... It's so fuckin' warm n tight n so pretty, baby. Such a pretty cunt," babbled Jungkook, immediately pussydrunk.
Could he be blamed? He had wanted you for years. From the moment he met you, he cursed at himself for being so damn shy and initiating a friendship with you rather than showing you his interest. His members constantly teased him over it, even so many years into his crush. When he first found out Mingyu also had similar ideas in mind, he felt conflicted. But he ultimately grew close enough to the two of you to the point where he wouldn't mind sharing you with his bestest of friends.
Your muffled moans completely took him out of it, taking away any ability to think or speak. He simply chased after you with his hips, canting them against your own as you pushed back against him.
"Is it good, pretty? Like my cock?" he winced at the way you tightened any time he'd speak to you.
"So good, Kookie. So big ...," you pulled away from Mingyu to breathe before going back to licking and sucking at his tip, moaning against him as his eyes rolled back.
You were practically centipede in Jungkook's living room, with Mingyu lying on his back as you gagged on his cock and Jungkook pounding into you from behind. All your senses were overtaken by the mindless quest for pleasure you had all taken on.
"You're so good with your mouth, pretty ... Fuck, look so pretty stuffed of cock," Mingyu gasped, throwing his head back, "Like how he fucks you, baby? Just wait til I get to you ... Gonna stuff that pretty pussy so good ..."
You moaned against his cock, already thirsty for him even as Jungkook continued to ram into you. Pushing your ass back against him, you felt Jungkook's nails dig into the skin of your hips, adoring how malleable you were for him.
"Baby ... 'm gonna cum soon ... Feels so fucking good, pretty. You're so fucking g-good for me. Wanted you so fuckin' bad, you have no idea ..." murmured Jungkook as he entered his high, hips lacking any control in their movements.
Jungkook had always been the most sensible of the bunch, never holding back from expressing how strongly he felt for the people in his life. The pleasure must've been so much that it made him unfiltered in revealing the undeniable effect you had on him.
"W-where do I cum? Fuck, gonna fucking cum, it's so good, baby. Take it so good for me, shit ..."
You were too busy gagging on cock to respond right away, so you had to take a minute to pull away and catch your breath, replacing your mouth with your hand while also holding yourself up with the other one.
"Inside? Cum inside, Kookie. I'll- I'll cum too," you were breathless, barely able to get the words out as a petulant Mingyu whined at you to help him finish, hands going behind your head and lightly encouraging you to get your mouth back on him.
"Inside? Fuck, okay, baby. Gonna fill you up, yeah?", he groaned, muttering to himself right afterwards, "Fucking finally ..."
His hips sped up drastically as his high approached, making you choke around Mingyu not just due to his girth, but due to the intense ramming against your ass. Though harsh and with an unmatchable energy, you continued to try and push your hips back toward his own, wanting to milk him dry as your own high invaded your senses.
His desperation for you made you feel so incredibly good, like you were the prettiest girl to ever exist. It made you arch your back a little deeper, take a little more of Gyu's cock, dig your nails a little harsher into the cushion of the conversation pit. You heightened all your actions just to feel him a little more.
And then it reached its crescendo. All while Jungkook whimpered and cried at how sensitive he felt at your tightening walls, Mingyu also found his own high. You were too distracted with your own orgasm to acknowledge him asking you for permission to cum in your mouth, instead suctioning more intensely to wordlessly give him an enthusiastic yes, please fill up my mouth with your cum.
By the time Mingyu filled up your mouth, Jungkook had already finished his high, now kneeling behind you as he peppered kisses all over your back and hips, whispering against you how good you had been for him and how pretty you looked with his cum leaking out of you. Fully drunk on the aftermath of his high, Jungkook loved on you like any lover would.
In the meantime, you attempted to swallow every bit of Mingyu's essence, moaning against his cock afterwards as you licked at every lone drop that made it out of your mouth.
By the end of it, you were all completely spent. Each of you dropped one by one, with Jungkook lying on his back as he caught his breath, you falling onto Mingyu, and Mingyu attempting to pull you up to climb his body so that he could kiss you again.
With the very little energy you had regained, you crawled up Mingyu's body, making out with him as he attempted to lick his way into your mouth in order to taste himself in your mouth. Kissing evolved into feeling each other up, which then became grinding your now sensitive pelvises against each other. Surprisingly, Mingyu was still half-hard, which gave you the perfect surface to grind your cunt into. He sat up, making you sit up with him before beginning to leave kisses on the side of your neck.
"Baby? Gonna ride me like you said, right? Just .. Fuck, want that pretty pussy, baby. It's my turn to have that tiny little cunt wrapped around me, yeah?", he murmured between kisses.
You gave in to him easily, gasping at every word that accompanied every kiss.
Nodding mindlessly, you almost forgot to think back to Jungkook, who was probably still recovering from his orgasm.
"W-what about Kookie?," you mumbled when Mingyu began positioning you above his cock.
"Don't worry about me, pretty. Just enjoying the view", you turned back to see Jungkook lying back on his elbows, one hand on his semi-flacid cock as he began to work himself up at the sight of you sitting on your best friend.
Well, that worked well enough for you.
"Now pay attention to me, princess. Been ignoring me all day today," Mingyu grabbed onto your chin to make you look at him, thumb softly rubbing at your chin as he tilted your head back.
You were insanely wet by now, not only from your orgasm but also from just Mingyu's mere presence. Knowing how intense and touchy Mingyu always was in PG scenarios, you couldn't help your eyes rolling back at the thought of him between the sheets. His heavy cock on your tongue had been enough of a taste to know how good it'd feel when finally inside you.
His strong hands lifted you up a bit, rescuing his dick from under you as he helped you position it under you, holding tightly onto your hips when you began to lower yourself down. You would've moaned and whined at the immense stretch, but Mingyu had different plans for your mouth. His thick fingers slipped into your mouth, making you gag a bit before you began sucking on them.
Too many things were on your mind, with all your senses being invaded by Mingyu – though also accompanied by Jungkook's low moans of pleasure behind you. Even as your body was bouncing against Mingyu's, attempting to match his thrusts, your head was completely empty of any thought. All you could think about was Mingyu, and his cock, and his fingers, and his pretty body, and and and-
"Feel good, princess? Love my cock, hmm? Tell me how much you like my cock, angel," he groaned as he took his fingers out of your mouth, using the wet fingertips to tweak at your nipple as his mouth engulfed the opposite one.
"So much ... It's so big. Fuck, Gyu, you're s-so big ..."
Barely able to formulate words, you cried as Mingyu helped you bounce on him, occasionally opting to grind in a way that made your clit get the perfect stimulation. It all felt too good. Mingyu's gigantic hands on your body while his lips suckled on your tits as Jungkook groaned so prettily behind you. You were far too sensitive and alert to hold back from the life-altering orgasm that was to come. So, you voiced this concern to Mingyu.
His response came in the form of flipping you around and trapping you underneath him. His big hands held onto your waist, lifting you a bit so he could angle himself just right. Eyes rolling back and nails digging onto the bed, you lost yourself in him. Jungkook seemed to be completely lost to pleasure also. You could finally see him after Mingyu flipped you over, and fuck ... He looked so desperate, so depraved in the way he hammered into his cock, mouth permanently agape as he let out little praises to you.
"I need you to cum for me, okay, princess? Show Jungkook how good I make you feel. Need you to milk me dry, yeah? Can you do that for me?", he dumbly talked down at you with a tone that could only be seen as patronizing in any other context. But here, you loved it. You loved how dumbly he treated you. Because it was true. You could not think, you could not speak. Your senses were all gone and replaced by a constant stream of cock cock cock as Mingyu finally made you reach your orgasm.
Mingyu played with you through the entirety of your orgasm, rubbing at your clit with one hand while holding you with the other, his lips constantly attached to your tits.
"G-gyu, I- fuck! C-cumming! Please, I-" you had no idea what you were begging for as your orgasm completely took over, making you tighten around Mingyu as he mumbled into your chest, letting you know of his own impending high.
Despite having already had an equally fulfilling orgasm, this second one brought out a new sensitivity in you. Falling under Mingyu, you whimpered at the way he flipped you over again to lay on his chest, caressing your back and pressed you up against him, even more when Jungkook laid beside you and softly ran his hands through your hair.
The three of you laid there together, with you halfway laying on Mingyu while Jungkook laid on the opposite side of you, cuddling into you. Behind you, you could feel Jungkook's flacid member, meaning he had also reached a second high along with you and Mingyu. Lying there together, completely sober now, you eventually let sleep take over you, nuzzling into both boys in a satisfied manner.
A few days passed by since your encounter with the 97s. They were pretty eventful as far as your job went, attending a few photoshoots and practicing constantly for whatever new activity was coming up for your group. However, things between you and your friends had remained stagnant. You didn't think they had ghosted you or anything like that, but the timing of your busy schedules picking up right after breaking your platonic relationship did make you anxious.
When you'd woken up that next day, Mingyu was gone, having left one of the packs of ramen cooked and ready for you with a note attached detailing how much he enjoyed last night, saying he had wanted to stay and say goodbye but had a a schedule that had been calling for him. It was signed with his name and a little heart.
Jungkook had been half-awake already, having carried you to his bed when he had woken up, right after Mingyu's departure. You had wanted to talk about last night, but also had a schedule over at the company, so you left after cuddling with a sleepy Jungkook for a short while, not really discussing anything, yet sharing a sweet kiss as a goodbye for the day.
And so you hadn't really seen them since then. It was the unfortunate reality of idol life. That night had been the first in a few weeks in which you'd even been able to see each other. You were unsure when the next one would come, but you needed it to be soon. The remembrance of that night kept messing with your head, especially any time you'd see either of your friends in passing at the Hybe building, never being free long enough for a worthy interaction.
On the fourth night since the incident, you finally had more time off for yourself, hoping maybe they did too. Mingyu got ahead of you in that aspect, texting you the previous night, somehow aware of your time off, and asking you over. There was no deeper interpretation to be had in his message, as it was pretty straightforward. Nervous as to whether to expect a repeat of last time or a conversation about it, you let him know you'd be there.
Jungkook and Mingyu had always been closer to each other than to you. Going out together was always easier for them since no scandalous rumors would arise from it. They were also often in the same friend groups, knowing more male idols than you did due to the nature of the industry. It was easy for you to assume that they had already spoken about what had happened, even before it happened. Throughout the night, they kept referencing some type of agreement they'd had regarding you and dating. It was hard to assume, but you wondered if they meant sharing you – as strange as it sounded.
Your questions would only be answered tonight, leading you to some anxiety before finally arriving to Mingyu's.
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"I missed you," were Mingyu's first words when he welcomed you, trapping you in a warm hug as he usually did. Hugging Mingyu was, in your opinion, one of your life's greatest privileges. He was so big and strong, it always felt like being completely engulfed in the safest of spaces.
His hug was followed by one of Jungkook's, less tight in nature but just as rewarding. He held onto your waist and nuzzled against you, always attempting to bury himself in whoever he held in his arms.
Quietly, they guided you to Mingyu's living room, slightly smaller than Jungkook's but still very much reminiscent of a millionaire's home.
You looked over to the coffee table, tilting your head in confusion at the presence of cans of diet soda rather than the usual alcohol Mingyu would always provide. Sensing your confusion, Mingyu chuckled.
"No alcohol today. Thought you might wanna talk about what happened," he sat down on the couch, patting the empty space next to him so you'd join him. Behind to you, Jungkook joined, sitting on a lone seat facing you and Mingyu. No matter where you looked, the two boys would be in front of you.
"We've been keeping you in the dark, huh?," pondered Jungkook, handing you a freshly opened can of soda, "Sorry about that. No easy way to tell your best friend you're into her."
Oh. He was going straight to the point.
"I like you, if that wasn't clear already," he let out a breathless chuckle, attempting to hold eye contact but failing.
He was much better at this when he was working his way into your pants.
"And so do I," interrupted Mingyu.
Wait.
"Are you-"
"We both like you."
"I- Have you talked about this?"
"Uh, it's come up, yeah," Mingyu scratched the back of his neck.
"I don't really know what to say ..."
"We just ... You had fun the other night, right?"
"Yeah, I mean, it was great," you took a breath, "but we're friends. Right?"
You weren't sure if you were being rational or not. Did you like Mingyu and Jungkook? Sure. But together? At the same time? You had never considered such type of relationship.
"We- we don't have to be just friends," added Jungkook, not much confidence in his voice. He cleared his throat and tried again, "We like you, and we know that you like us back. Maybe not in the same way, but you do. That night would've gone very differently if you didn't."
You could've lied. You could've lied and left it off as an amazing one night stand with your two best friends. But the thought of never feeling what you felt that night ever again was not something you wanted to risk. It wasn't just about the pleasure. You had meant what you said that night; you wanted a stable relationship. You wanted someone to call a best friend, but be more than that. Someone to hold you at night. The three of you had always been glued by the hip, but you had never really thought of what it'd be like to take the next step – to have them be that person (or those people).
There were just too many questions in your head. Would this change your relationship negatively? Would they actually want to share you? Would this go anywhere?
You opted for answering Jungkook's question with another question.
"Are you okay with both of you liking me?"
They looked at each other for a moment before Mingyu ultimately answered.
"We've discussed it," he started, "When we first realized we both liked you, it did cause some tension. But the closer we got to you, the more we realized that we just wanted to be with you. Whether as friends or as more, we just wanted you."
You gulped at the confession, feeling your face heating up all of the sudden.
"I- I don't know what to say, I- I like you too. Both of you. I always thought that it was just as friends, but ... there'd be moments where I'd wonder. And after that night, I just-"
Jungkook leaned forwards, grabbing onto your hands. He smiled, ignoring most of your words and paying attention to what he cared about the most – you liked him.
"You like me back? Us? Do you- We could treat you so right. I- I've wanted you since we met. I've liked you for so long and ... Not just for sex. We could be more," his words were slightly frantic in nature, almost as if he wanted to sell something to you.
He didn't need any selling. You liked him. It became more and more glaring by the minute.
"Nothing has to change. We've been friends for this long. Just ... That guy you're looking for? To settle down with? That could be us," added Mingyu, placing a palm on your thigh for reassurance.
"What happens if I say yes?"
Mingyu's eyes grew dark.
"Do you want the PG version?"
You shook your head, mouth agape as you looked to Mingyu.
His face lit up as he leaned closer and closer to you, lips approaching the sensitive spots he had discovered on your neck just a few days ago. Stopping for just one moment, he looked to Jungkook to gesture he sit opposite of you, making you become sandwiched by both men yet again.
Now with both boys kissing down your neck, you allowed your head to rest against the back of the couch, attempting to fight the shudders escaping your body at the sensation.
"As our girlfriend ... we'd take you on dates," Mingyu sucked at a particularly sensitive spot, licking at it afterwards, "buy you pretty gifts, keep you warm at night," he took a pause, licking up the length of your neck, "take care of you every day."
Jungkook continued from where Mingyu left off, leaving soft whispers of kisses under your ear, "We share you. We take you home, cook for you, protect you," he nipped at your lobe, "We love you like no one else could ever imagine."
By now, you were gone. Through their whispered promises, their hands had decided to intrude your space yet again. Jungkook's had found a home between your legs, running up your skirt and gracing at your cunt, but only enough to have you puffing out breaths of desire. Mingyu's had migrated upwards, lowering the straps of your dress and liberating your breasts, hands needy as they pulled and tweaked at your nipples.
"What do you say, princess?", Mingyu pulled away, lips reaching your own, "Wanna have two boyfriends?", he pecked at your lips sensually.
"Mhmm ...", you nodded pathetically, not trusting your voice.
Jungkook groaned at your answer, hand finally slipping inside your panties, "Good girl ..."
"Fuck, gonna treat you so good, gorgeous," said Mingyu, continuing to kiss at your lips tongue seeking your own.
His lips trailed down to your breasts, sensually licking at your nipples, gradually giving them more and more attention. By the end of it, you were crying at the sensitivity.
Jungkook continued to play with your cunt, driving his fingers through your folds at a rhythmic pace that made your hips take a mind of their own, grinding upwards with a complete lack of coordination.
You were so focused on Jungkook's fingers that you didn't notice Mingyu making his way down your body, now kneeling between your legs as his lips made their way up your thighs, marking them to his heart's contentment.
"So fucking pretty ... Been wanting your pretty thighs around my head for years, princess ...", he mumbled to himself, nosing his way towards your cunt. When he finally arrived, he nudged Jungkook's finger's away, sticking his nose against your cunt as he took a shameless whiff of your scent, groaning gruttaly against you.
"So good ... Fuck, need this pretty cunt so bad. Can I have it, baby? Hmm? Let me have a taste of this pretty pussy?" he asked between depraved licks of your cunt through your panties.
Hiccuping back a sob, you nodded, opening your legs wider as you took a hold of Jungkook's hand for support.
Needing no further confirmation, Mingyu went straight into your cunt, ignoring the obstacle of your panties by pushing them aside. In the meantime, Jungkook's hand went to your chin, turning your whiny lips to his own and giving you a languid kiss. His tongue played with your own, taking advantage of your constant cries of pleasure to suck at your tongue and bite your lips as much as he desired.
Your hands went from holding onto Jungkook for support to his pants, undoing the drawstring as he continued to kiss you. With shaky hands, you snuck your hands in, pulling out his hardened cock as you began to jerk it in your hand. Now you were even; equally pathetic cries being released into each other's mouths as you both chased your highs.
Beneath you, you almost missed the way Mingyu's hips began humping against the couch, groans being released into your cunt due to the stimulation. You were far too distraed by kissing Jungkook, but Mingyu's eyes were rolled all the way back as his hips became uncontrollable, cumming in his boxers just moments before he licked you to completion.
Even as you came, Mingyu's lips didn't leave your cunt, just as yours stayed on Jungkook's. The room was a mess of wet sounds of tongues as Mingyu finally separated himself from you to take a breath.
"Prettiest fucking cunt," he mumbled to himself as he let himself lay on the floor of his living room in exhaustion.
"C-cum! 'm gonna cum ...", Jungkook managed to mumble against your lips, attempting to pull back but being enticed by your lips to continue kissing. Your hands sped up at his warning, warning his pretty seed to coat your hands as he reached his nirvana.
With a last groan, Jungkook froze against you while riding his high, hips pathetic in their movements against your hand. Bringing up your hand to your lips, you made a show of licking the remnants of cum, grinning when you beard a unison of groans from both boys.
Out of breath, Jungkook leaned against you, cuddling into you with a satisfied yet smile.
"So, was that a yes?"
Mingyu made his way to the couch again, taking up the last bit of personal space you had.
You chuckled.
"Yes. That was a yes."
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"Fuck, missed you so much. You have no idea," whispered Jungkook against your neck.
After having cornered you in one of Hybe's many endless hallways, Jungkook had grabbed you by the hand and led you to an empty changing room, pushing you up against the door and burying his face in your neck. It was mostly innocent, sans the feathery kisses down your neck. His hands were still in appropriate places.
"I was only gone for a month," you giggled against him.
"A month too long. Do you know how annoying Mingyu gets when you're not around? Jesus Christ," he groaned in mock annoyance, refusing to separate from your neck.
Breathing you in, he hummed, arms wrapping impossibly tighter around you.
"Where is he, by the way?"
"What, not enough attention from one of your boyfriends?", he softly bit at your neck in defiance, licking at the mark he left when you jumped in surprise.
"No! Just ... Missed seeing you two together."
After only a month of entering a romantic relationship, you were embarrassed to admit, but you had become quite needy, always wanting them around. This had led to a few problems within your company, which was blissfully unaware of your three-way relationship, but still had to deal with how much closer you had gotten – especially in public. There had been a few more rumors as of late, though none actually traced back to anything credible.
"He's at the gym. Should be here any minute, though, since he knows you're back."
"Hmm," you hummed, disconnecting him from your neck despite his complaints, "Wanna start without him?" you grinned.
With a boyish nod and a peak of his bunny teeth, the pretty boy agreed, dragging you over to one of the empty couches in the room.
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Tatsumi in !! Music: Aww, look at these kids. Oh, to be young again
Me: My brother in Christ, you are 18
Nagisa and Sakuma in Road to Show: Gotta be adults and let the kids enjoy themselves while we grown ups take care of the work
Me: Guys, you haven't even graduated from university
Keito to Kiryu: Gotta take care of our child Souma
Me: ????? He's just a grade younger than you both???
Knights seniors: Must protect our adorable king from the horrors of the world
Me: HE'S LIKE 3 YEARS YOUNGER THAN THE OLDEST OF YOU AND HIS FAMILY HAS ASSASSINS
Kiryu @ Kanata in the anime: As Ryuseitai's mom, you should help out its dad with the kids
Me: "Mom" and "Dad" are still HIGH SCHOOLERS
#the enstars experience is being reminded that everyone but 2.5 people are currently under 20#and then reading about them Experiencing the horrors of the entertainment industry#which granted...probably would make up kids grow up faster. especially with all the traumatic things they went through BEFORE school#but also like. the biggest age gap is probably between aira (15/16) and himeru (???)#or with the current knowledge aira and rinne (20/21 <-literally the only over 20 yr old after 19/20 rei)#and thats like 6 years which IS pretty big so he does get rights to call them all children#but i stand by me having a crisis over high school students saying theyre adults compared to guys 1 or 2 years younger#ignoring the fact that i do literally the same except im mostly joking and i think theyre all dead serious#enstars#ensemble stars#stuff i say#fandom spamdom#actually to be fair being a teen in high school IS thinking that this guy a grade younger than you is basically a fresh-faced child#its more when they talk about it as if their youth is fading when 94% of the cast are still in their teen years#like boys i know youre in the idol industry but come on
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RUN DEVIL RUN | tw
SOCIAL MEDIA!AU
toto wolff x fem!kpop idol!reader (fc: kim taeyeon)
side note: the title has literally nothing to do with this... but it is one of snsd's most cuntiest songs
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f1wag Y/N Y/L/N on the cover of Vogue Korea! Wolff's girlfriend has a past in the K-Pop industry and will return to the music scene coming Feburary. She's been spotted a lot in South Korea with many of her old collegues and friends. Why do you think she's suddenly back into music after a 5 year break?
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user1 how did i not know y/n is a literal kpop idol?
user2 watch me get into kpop because of my girlypop
user3 it's so funny that none of y'all cared enough to look up what y/n's been doing in the past
user4 kpop stans have been knowing about y/n being one of the biggest kpop idols forever
⤷ user5 fr like how are people surprised bffr girls generation is one of the most known groups?
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yourusername 'INVU' 2022/02/14 6pm (KST)
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user6 mother is coming back
user7 I AM SO OBSESSED WITH YOU
lewishamilton 🙌🏻🙌🏻
user8 i just know if toto had social media he'd go feral in the comments
⤷ user9 we stan a supportive boyfriend
mercedesamgf1 our new anthem 💙🤍
user10 tell a friend to tell a friend SHE'S BAAACK
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yourusername had the most fun performing for you guys again! thank you so much for welcoming me back with such love 🫶🏻 한국, 사랑해요! (korea, i love you!)
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user11 she was born to be a performer
user12 she has not been on a stage in 5 years and still knows how to perform as if there's no tomorrow. much respect to her!
user13 minho saw you all thirsting for him and came back to y/n's posts lmao
⤷ user14 they actually broke up on a good note. bet they're friends now
tiffanyyoungofficial much much love to you and your new song! i love seeing you back on stage again, right where you belong!!
⤷ yourusername aahh i love you so much tif 🩷
user15 y/n is such a sunshine i love her so much
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yourusername it's finally race week again!! happy p3 & p4 boys
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user16 she serves so much all the time
user17 love that she's feeding us some toto content because she knows we're starving
⤷ user18 i need her to convince toto to get instagram so bad
user19 the mercedes family is so sweet honestly... i just know everyone there loves y/n to pieces
georgerussell63 let's go up from there!
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user20 i need y/n to become my wife i cannot do this any longer
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yourusername happy 15th anniversary to girl's generation! it's been nothing but fun with my girls and our fans 🫶🏻🩷 as a little present to you guys, we're happy to announce our return for a 7th album! #gg4eva #forever1
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user21 first y/n did a whole solo album, her DEBUT album, and now you're telling me she's coming back with girl's generation??!!
user22 i just know toto has booked front row tickets for the whole mercedes team
⤷ mercedesamgf1 this does not sound like a bad idea...
user23 SO SLAY OMG
user24 the way i cannot fathom y/n has been in the music business for 15 whole years? miss ma'am looks so young i want to know her secret
lewishamilton thanks to you i'm really getting into kpop
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⤷ user25 GET IN THERE LEWIS
#toto wolff#toto wolff imagine#toto wolff imagines#toto wolff x reader#toto wolff x you#toto wolff x y/n#toto wolff fluff#toto wolff fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 social media au#f1 x reader#f1 instagram au#f1 imagines#f1 x you#f1 x y/n#f1 fluff#f1 fanfiction#f1 smau#f1 x kpop#f1 x female reader
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thinking about idol!gojo and rockstar!geto (tw: mentions of underage drinking, implied abandonment, implied homophobia from gojo's parents, vague mentions of illness)
how you three, along with shoko, lived in the same ratty small town in the middle of nowhere. you'd moved when you were six, all shy and scared of the house your parents had moved to in order to help your sick grandmother that you barely remembered because the last time you'd seen her was when you were four. you were from the city; you'd never seen fireflies, or grass that stretched out as far as your eyes could see, and so when you saw the first firefly appear just as the sky turned to dusk, how were you supposed to resist it?
so you chased it down to the creek, all smiles and filled with excitement, until you realized it was dark, and you were in the forest, and you were scared. you couldn't help but start to cry, and that's where geto found you.
"are you lost?"
sniffling, you peered up at the dark haired boy, whose soft brown eyes filled with a sort of concern. "y-yeah," you hiccupped, and geto offers up a gentle smile. "it's okay, i know the way back."
and so, you'd taken his hand, let him tug you out of the creek bed, and lead you back toward the house that still didn't quite feel like home. you'd learn, his name was suguru. suguru geto, and wherever suguru geto was, satoru gojo was never too far behind (although you didn't know that, yet).
"you crying?"
you'd let out a startled yelp, still clinging to suguru's hand, twisting to look at the other boy who was staring at you with unrestrained curiosity. even at the age of six, you found him beautiful, with the piercing blue of his eyes, and the soft white down of his hair, even as he mocked you. satoru hadn't known how else to express the sort of silent jealousy that had torn its way through his chest once he saw you holding suguru's hand.
the two of you bickered, all the way back until they left you at your front door, much to suguru's displeasure. yet satoru was beaming; nobody but suguru and shoko dared to speak to him that way. he was too young to understand the way his heart seemed to churn every moment he saw you after .
later, you would meet shoko ieiri, who instantly took a liking to you, defending you with the stubbornness of an older sister you never had.
later, you would realize just how beautiful suguru and satoru were, as they grew. you were the one who pierced suguru's ears (a decision made at 1am in his basement), who bought satoru his first eyeshadow palette (his parents would have died if they'd ever see him use it). and it was eventually you who brought them into music, as you stared up at the ceiling of suguru's basement. the lights grew hazy as you blinked up at them, empty bottles of stolen beer surround you. suguru and shoko were busy smoking a pack of (also stolen) cigarettes, and satoru was on his phone.
"what if we like. made a band?"
you were only 16, and dreamed of leaving the small town you'd moved to. the temporary stay had turned permanent after your grandmother had inevitably passed. shoko immediately snorted. "i love you, but i can't sing for shit."
but you were persistent. you thrifted an old guitar that you gave to suguru as a birthday present, encouraged satoru's angelic singing.
you should have known they would outgrow you.
you're 21 now, still living in the old house, taking care of your parents. the dreams you'd had years ago turned into ash in your mouth. even shoko had left, off to pursue medical school.
you can't stomach looking at the news anymore. satoru has broken into the idol industry, creating equal amounts of chart toppers and scandals. an idol like that only comes once every one hundred years, they say. with the way he moves, the way he acts, you're inclined to believe it.
(when you watch him for the first time, on some variety show, you see him, see the way they've done his makeup, and you're brought back to sitting on the couch, telling him to stop moving or he'll mess up the eyeshadow you attempting to apply. you wonder if his parents were furious at the decision. you wonder where the eyeshadow palette you gave him went. did he take it with him before he left for good? bile rises heavy in your throat, and you shut off the television, unable to stomach it any longer.)
the radio is equally as traitorous. you know suguru has been dominating the indie charts, to the point where it's simply suguru and satoru competing against each other. you hate how whenever you go to the local bakery, you can hear his voice again playing through the speakers. hate how when you make the long drive to pick up your parents' medicine, how you can hear him through your car's speakers. it feels intimate in a way that you cannot bear.
(still, you hear the guitar and remember the look in his eyes when you gifted him the one you'd found in the thrift store. suguru had treated it reverently, telling you with an earnest sort of smile that, "the first song i write will be for you." he's traded out acoustics for rock. he has no need for that guitar anymore, you think absentmindedly. just like he no longer needed you.)
but what you don't know is that every time satoru's makeup artist gets to his eyes, he has to keep them firmly shut or else he'd burst into tears. she didn't do it like you. she never would. every time he steps onto the stage, he looks for you, though he knows he'll never find you. it never stops him from looking. how he sings his heart out in the hopes you'll hear him, unaware that despite his popularity, you avoid his music like it's deadly.
what you don't know is that every time suguru writes, he realizes how he lied to you. "the first song i'll write will be for you," he remembers, and yet now every song he writes is about you. now, girls he doesn't even know, screams his name, screams along to his songs that he wrote for you. they pretend that they're the girl who was left behind, the girl that he's never stopped loving.
(he'll never forget the way your hand fit into his, how even at the age of six he knew that you were the only one who ever had his heart along with satoru)
how on days he misses you particularly badly, the piercings you'd given him burns. he writes his love into his music, the music that you shut off every time you hear it come on the radio.
it changes nothing, if they come back, you tell yourself. suguru and satoru have each other. they don't need you.
but one day they do come back, come back for you, and it changes everything.
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Every once in a while I think about Adrinette and am just overcome with love again.
It would have been SOOOOO easy to make it cliche and simple. Marinette is a shy little fashion designer. Adrien is a model for her fashion idol/favorite brand. It would have been so simple to say “he represents everything she wants in the world and her dream future so of course she daydreams about being In His World and having him as a beautiful model boyfriend.” And it still would have been so fun and cute!!!!
But INSTEAD!!!! Instead this show said.
Marinette took One look at this boy and went. “Good LORD not another pretty person. There was a time I had an open heart but now I am THIRTEEN and know how the world is. BEGONE. Begone you horrid little demon. I will not stand for your evil little games. I am a Mature Woman so i KNOW that you and your stupid little pretty-boy facade and your extravagant wealth are just tools that you use to get what you want and you don’t think your actions have consequences but GUESS WHAT. I’m a human being. Now SCRAM.”
And then he Did. And then later that day he came crawling back to her like “hi. hi hi hi. Sorry for bothering you I just??? Don’t know what I did wrong??? And like i’m not… you’re allowed to be mad it’s fine I probably messed up!!! I’m not making excuses!!! I just???? Can you please tell me so I can fix it??? Please I’ve never had friends before and you seem sooooo cool and I really really want you to like me and I’ll do literally anything,.. here take my umbrella it’s fine i’ll just get soggy… i just want you to be okay. Please like me”
and it worked so well she was like “Okay. Change of plans. I’m not gonna kill him I decided he might be redeemable” and then she went home and IMMEDIATELY started planning their wedding and just forgot the step of Telling Him She Didn’t Hate Him Anymore and also the step of Proposing and went straight to planning their fiftieth anniversary family reuinion party with all their grandkids.
And THEN!!!!! There’s this whole arc when they finally DO date???? Like????? She’s part of the reason he quits modelling. She’s like “the fashion world is HORRIBLE to you” and yet it doesn’t make her give up she’s like. “I could do better though.”
Like. Instead of giving us “marinette likes adrien because he gives her an Opening into her dream future” (which would STILL be so good and girl power and all of it) this show gives us “marinette likes adrien and he shows her the flaws in the fashion world and she gives him a way OUT. AND he gives her the motivation to go against every barrier and fix an entire industry so that The Horrors don’t happen again and so she can make the world as pretty and perfect as it is in her middle school daydreams.” She likes him bc he shows her that there is good even in the darkest places and that you CAN choose to be kind and that the world is fixable and that she has the power to make her dreams come true and that her dreams are important. and I’m just. I’m so feral about this show how does it keep DOING this
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I NEVER MEANT TO HURT YOU
Pairing: Han Jisung x Afab! Reader
Themes: Fluff, Angst, Smut
Word Count: 2.5k
Summary: You have been playing video games with a boy from Korea, over the course of a year you both have grown very close. You never knew his real name, but he told you he was in the idol industry. You both would flirt with each other playfully. But eventually he tells you he really likes you. He would try to hint to you who he was because he couldn't actually tell you. You would joke constantly about him being a member of your favorite group. But when he finally tells you the truth, you run away.
Warnings: Story is 18+ and will contain mature themes. MDNI.
A/N: Do not repost or translate my work. Thank you. This is for @hyunsungbased ❤️
When you had first met the boy under the username NightSkys you were just playing a game in the middle of the night, you found out he was from Korea and the two of you played will together. He even defended you against other guys who would yell at you during the game. Because of that gaming together became a regular thing for the both you.
You would stay up late, much to his protests cause he knew how big the time gap was. You grew close to the boy. You learned he was in the idol industry, you didn't ask what group, he didn't tell. You knew he wouldn't be allowed to say any way. Eventually you were inseparable, calling each other cute nicknames. He'd call you raindrop, or sugar cube and most of the time baby. Yours was always Boba for him. You didn't want to admit how much you had come to like the boy. You didn't even know who he truly was. You didn't even know what his real voice sounded like cause he had to hide it.
But there had been times, times where there was suspicion. You're best friend and you had thought that he was a member of your favorite kpop group and he would always tease you and make you feel like you were right. But you never confronted him on it because where was your actual proof.
But then one night, he finally asked you out. He said he wanted to be with you. That he loved you, and he didn't care how far away you were. You brushed it aside as him being a playful flirt, but he wouldn't give in. Sending you links for couple rings he wanted to buy for the both of you. Constantly making tweets asking if he could finally say that you were both dating.
Now here you were, nervously staring at your phone with an incoming facetime call. He had finally decided to tell you who he was and you were scared shitless. The amount of times you had openly simped for idols in front of him plagued your head. You hesitantly hit the answer button and are met with a familiar pair of big brown eyes. Eyes you knew very well. Eyes that belonged to your bias wrecker in Stray Kids. Eyes that belonged to Han Jisung.
You stared at the screen with wide eyes as he gave you a small and nervous smile. Your mind was reeling and you immediately ended the call in a panic. He tried calling again and again, but you refused to answer. You couldn't answer. The boy that you loved, the cute little gamer that would tease you constantly and flirt with you, was none other than Han Jisung of Stray Kids and you were not okay.
You had so many missed calls and texts from him, he was panicking. Begging for you to talk to him, but you couldn't bring yourself to. How could you? You never thought your suspicions about him being a Stray Kids member were actually going to be true. Now you didn't know what to do. Your heart was breaking at the information, because you knew there was no way in hell you could be with someone as famous as him. You were broken, scared and angry. You sent him one message on his account on twitter.
I promise that I will not let this get out. But this needs to end. I'm not worthy of you and you know this could never work. Goodbye Boba.
You press send and then block him on everything. You block the number he called you from. You didn't want to take a chance. Your best friend messages you that he had been blowing up her phone and crying, he had also admitted it to her as well. She said she convinced him to give you time. But you knew you weren't going to change your mind.
Almost a year had passed and you tried to avoid the topic of Jisung as much as you could. But you couldn't stop yourself from keeping up with everything the group had posted on social media and bubble. Jisung had grown very distant and quiet and you knew why. You knew your were the cause as to why he hadn't been his bright and bubbly self on the youtube episodes and lives. Your best friend tried her best to convince you to reach out to him but you wouldn't listen. Then one day she messaged you saying that they were going to be in Los Angeles and that she had tickets.
"You're going with me Y/N." She said sternly, she wouldn't take no for an answer. So here you were on line to get into early entry for their show at Los Angeles, you had no idea the tickets were vip until the day of because she didn't want you to panic and run away. You and her dressed up, wearing sexy outfits. You wanted to look your best, even though you were terrified of Han seeing you. Your best friend was hoping to have a moment to catch the eye of Chan, who she had the biggest crush on. When you walked in and saw where you were sitting, you stopped in your tracks.
"Please tell me this is a joke." You breathed out. "We are not front row center for the extended stage." Your friend smirked at you and nodded. Your heart was pounding as you took your seat. Your legs bounced as you waited for sound check to start. Then all the sudden you heard everyone scream. You looked up and saw the guys walk on stage. But your eyes immediately went to him. You forgot how to breathe as he looked at the crowd with a wide smile. Your friend took your hand and squeezed it. He was getting closer and closer, walking with Chan down the runway to the extended stage.
Soon his eyes locked with yours and widened. He stopped in his tracks for a moment. You could see so many emotions run through them as he froze at the back of the extended stage. Seconds later he looked away from you and then went back to smiling as if nothing happened. Your friend looked to you in concern, but you were frozen, your eyes never leaving him for a moment. You would catch him occasionally looking to you through out soundcheck. You tried so hard not to cry. Here he was, your Boba, in the flesh.
You eventually tore your eyes away from him and tried to focus on anything else. You tried your best to smile and sing along to the songs. Soon sound check as over and they headed off stage. But Han turned to take one last look at you before he left the stage.
The concert flew by, you tried your best to have fun with your friend, who actually did catch Chan's eye multiple times. But once again you would lock eyes with Jisung and the whole world would fade away. There were times when he stared at you and almost made a mistake, whether it was dancing or almost missing his part to sing. You couldn't help but giggle and smile at it. Then the show was over and both you and your friend had tears in your eyes. You saw him staring deep into your eyes, almost pleading with you as they took their final bow. You choked on a sob and looked away from him as they walked away and exited the stage.
That night, you cried yourself to sleep with your friend holding you. You regretted everything you did, you regretted blocking him, you regretted not giving him a chance to explain. But the damage had been done and you were too scared to talk to him.
The next day your friend told you that she had plans with someone she knew from the area and told you that you could stay and rest, you didn't decline that offer. You felt like crap and didn't want to leave the your bed. A few hours later you heard a knock at the hotel door. You got a text from your friend saying it was her and that she forgot her key, but when you opened it your heart stopped. It wasn't your friend, it was him. He didn't hesitate to walk in and shut the door behind him.
"H-How are you.. how are you here?" You choked out as tears flew down your cheeks.
"Your friend, she and I had this all planned out." He said quietly. "I had to see you. I couldn't let our relationship end like this." You wanted to hate your friend right now, but you couldn't bring yourself to. "I missed you so much sugar cube." He whispered softly as he reached out to caress your cheek. Your eyes fluttered closed and you melted into his and he brushed the tears away with his thumb. "I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry, I wanted to tell you who I was for so long." He pressed his forehead to yours and pulled you close. "But now that your here in my arms I don't ever plan to let you go."
"Jisung, w-we ca-" He pressed his lips to yours deeply, pouring out all he felt for you into the kiss. Your legs trembled and you clung to him, you wanted to fight but you couldn't. You loved him, you loved him with all your heart. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he pressed you against the wall. You kissed each other desperately, with a need you both had been pushing away for so long. You whimpered softly into his lips as his fingers slipped under your top.
"I love you." He whispered as he pulled away. "Please, please don't push me away. We can make this work, there's no ban. I can be with whomever I choose, and I want you. I need you Y/n." You bit her lip and buried your face in his neck. "Can I make you mine?" He asked softly as he pulled you closer to him. You let out a shaky breath and kissed his neck.
"Y-Yes." You whimpered softly. He picked you up with ease and carried you to your bed. He kissed you as he laid you down gently. Soon you were both naked and entangled with each other. His lips kissing every inch of you, not wanting to miss a single spot while you whimpered and whined out his name. He spread your legs wide and buried his face in your core licking and sucking at your clit desperately. Your body shook as your arched off the bed.
"You taste even better than I imagine." He groaned out as he looked up at you, his eyes clouded with lust and longing. He slipped two fingers inside you and pumped them slowly at first. His mouth went back to assaulting your clit and you could feel yourself start to clench around him.
"J-Jisung!" You cried out softly. He grinned into your swollen lips and started to pump rapidly. His eyes never leaving you, wanting to watch your face as you came undone for him.
"That's it Raindrop, let go." He breathed out. You cried out and arched as you hit your high, the sight made him growl in need. He lined his cock up at your entrance and rubbed up and down your folds. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this baby." He whispered softly. "Tell me, tell me what you want." He brushed the tip of his cock over your clit and you whined.
"Y-You.. J-Jisung please! I need you inside me." You sobbed out. Without any hesitation he slipped into you, his long curved dick filling you to the brim. His eyes rolled back at the feeling and he groaned loudly. You moaned loudly and your body shook at the feeling. He laid down flush against you and held you close to him, kissing you feverishly as he made slow and passionate love to you.
The room filled with the sound of both of you moaning and panting for each other as skin clapped with skin. He buried his face in your neck, nipping and sucking, wanting to mark you. You tangled your fingers in your hair and whined loudly.
"You're perfect baby, so fucking perfect." He moaned out into your neck. His thrust becoming rougher and faster. "So fucking tight, taking me so well." He growled. He pulled his head away to look deep into your eyes. "Tell me who you belong to. Tell me." He growled softly. Your heart fluttered and your body shivered at his words.
"You." You choked out. "I belong to you. " You pressed your lips to his and moaned into his mouth. "I love you." You cried out softly as you felt yourself getting close to your orgasm again. You clenched around him and he groaned loudly.
"I'm going, to make love to you until there's so much cum it bursts out of you. You're mine, Y/n." He whimpered out as he pressed his head to yours. "You're only mine." He pounded into you and rubbed at your clit making your cries turn into screams of ecstasy. "That's it love, let this whole hotel know how good I can make you feel. Let them know you're mine." His cock began to throb and he whimpered. "Cum with me love, let go."
You both cried out as you finally reached your peaks, his seed spilled deep inside you as you shook violently beneath him. You whimpered loudly as he kissed you. But soon you were on your stomach and lined up from behind, already rock hard and ready to go again. He slammed deep into you and began pounding into you roughly, you cried out and buried your face into the pillow beneath you.
"God your pussy is so fucking warm and perfect." He groaned out. "Made just for me." He continued his ruthless and rough thrusts into you as his arm reached around so he could rub your clit. At this point you were a mess, you could only let out sobs as tears flew down your cheeks from how overwhelmed you felt.
"Is my baby cock drunk?" He cooed softly and smirked at you. Your eyes rolled back as he made a mess out of you, hitting spots inside you that made you see stars. Your toes start to curl as you feel yourself clench around him again, making him whimper and moan loudly. "That's it baby, cum for me again, I know you can." He whimpered as he thrusted at an insane speed. He pulled you close so your back was flush against his chest, turning your head so he could kiss you feverishly.
Soon you both came undone together once again and you fell limp on the bed, he collapsed next to you and pulled you close. He pressed his lips to your forehead and laid your head on his chest. You both laid there panting softy as he stroked his fingers through your hair.
"I love you so much y/n." He whispered softly. He pulled your face up to look deep into your eyes. "I'm never letting you go."
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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — IDOL! GOJO x ROCKSTAR! FEM READER
Gojo loves the untouchable. You’re an off limits rockstar who thinks he’s an idiot. The only thing he can do is take that as a challenge, right?
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tags — non detailed mention of idol industry EDs, pride and prejudice type energy tbh, reader is a little superior about being in a rock band and not “selling out”, Gojo has an annoying habit of pointing out their hypocrisy, sneaking around because you’re public figures, nsfw jokes, minor nongraphic blood
Gojo’s not your usual type. He’s too pretty for that, with those long lashes like a doll’s. They’re stark against his pale skin when he flirts with you, peering alluringly at you through half closed eyes like the cheap tricks that get his fangirls to scream will work on you.
He’s too easy to break for your taste, but from what you hear on Twitter, that’s why people like him. There’s something charming about the gap in his image that draws people in. People are dying for a taste of vulnerability because he's so cocky, but it's easy to make him beg.
There’s a million clips all over the internet of the moments he’s caught off guard, carefully hoarded instances in his career where a genuine embarrassed flush comes over his cheekbones, made into gifs and Tik Toks and YouTube videos.
That’s not your thing.
You like people with tough hearts and tougher reputations. People who could take the beating of public opinion without a flinch, not some soft spoken idol who needs his management to hold his hand through an apology. You like your fans, but they know their limit with you.
It’s not love, not like with an idol. It would never be, you made sure of it. You’d quit before you ever issued an apology for dating someone.
You hate to be a stereotype almost as much as you hate the idea of becoming a pushover, but you’ve dated a string of bad boy exes who were all exactly what you would expect for the lead singer of a rock band. A little rough around the edges, dark and smoldering. Men who would wear your red lipstick marks like a badge of honor. People who had never even heard of something like an idol image.
Maybe that’s why no one saw it coming. You were safe, established. Gojo was out of your usual pitch.
It’s too bad for the fans that you’ve always been a bit of a daredevil. Trying new things has never scared you. You’ve always been willing to test your limits to find the gold in the muck. That’s how you grow.
That’s how you ended up here, sitting thigh to thigh with the boy wonder of the idol industry.
“Aren’t you playing a dangerous game here?” You ask as he nudges even closer to you, far beyond what you’re sure his fans will permit. You’ve heard horror stories about the lengths people will go to if they see their idols even look at someone of the opposite gender.
“Why, you scared?”
“You wish. You’re the idol here. It’s your reputation on the line.”
He smiles at you, saccharine sweet. “I don’t like letting other people control me.”
That earns your begrudging respect, even if his bony knee is knocking into yours. He’s so lanky it makes you a touch concerned. Shoko’s girlfriend is an idol, and she’s constantly sneaking her food under her manager’s notice.
That’s another reason why you could never be an idol. Letting someone else dictate your life like that sounds like hell. It was hard enough to convince you to be here in the first place.
Your band doesn’t do promotion, least of all you. It’s all homegrown talent and homegrown fans, but you’re in stasis. Your growth has plateaued. Like all artists, you’re beholden to bills to pay to keep the music going. You’re big enough to know when you have to make sacrifices.
It’s nothing personal. That’s just the industry, from pop stars to idols to bands like you. If nothing else, you all share the solidarity of giving anything for the music. You just think you have a harder limit for anything than idols do.
The host kicks off the segment before you have time to do further analysis.
“Welcome back to Hot or Not, the variety show where we pit your favorite internet heartthrobs against each other! Please welcome today’s guests - they may not be the duo you expect!”
The camera pans to you and Gojo. His smile is instant, soft and natural, as real as if he were genuinely overjoyed to be here. You have to give him props for that, at least. He’s good at his job.
As soon as the camera pans to you, his expression flickers and returns to bored disinterest. He yawns, his teeth pearly white. Veneers, maybe. His tongue flicks around the sharp tip of one canine, his smirk nearly fanged. There’s the feature he’s so famous for, the one that has him edited into cat reaction memes all across the internet. Kitty Gojo and his kitten fangs.
He’s a grown man. You think you’d jump off a building before you let your teenage girl fans put cat ears on you and coo at you.
To each their own, you guess. Gojo didn’t seem that perturbed by it. To be fair, he didn’t seem perturbed by anything.
“Let’s start with Gojo! Remember, if you don’t feel like answering a question, we’ll put you in a surprise challenge with your partner.”
“Sure,” he says easily. “I’m an open book.”
“Let’s start easy. What’s your favorite song off your new album, Blue Spring?”
Gojo makes a face. “Pass.”
“Sorry, maybe you didn’t understand the question-“
“No, I got it. That’s boring,” he says. “Give me the challenge.”
You’re amused despite yourself, and fighting not to let it show. There’s the troublesome personality you’ve heard so much about. He wouldn’t be half so popular if he wasn’t so pretty, but that attitude and that face made for a dangerous combination.
The host is trying to salvage the situation with an easygoing laugh. Backstage, you hear someone mutter, “Gojo is gojo-ing again.”
It’s all so funny until you realize he’s dragging you into his mess as they set up the challenge.
Your host explains the rules too quickly for you to catch in their entirety, but it’s something along the lines of a staring contest. You’re supposed to do everything in your power to make the other lose a straight face, with words or actions.
“Are you allowed to do this?” You joke as they start strapping the electrodes on you to measure your heart rate.
“What do you mean?” Gojo’s mussing his hair up so he looks more artistically roguish.
“You know, just being an idol and all. I figured you wouldn’t be able to do things like this without your fangirls jumping on you.”
“Ah,” he says, scooting his chair closer to you. You’re knee to knee as they finish the last details of fiddling with machine. “You’re one of those types?”
“And that means?”
“You think I’m an idiot because I’m an idol.”
“I didn’t say that,” you protest, watching the monitor to make sure your heart rate isn’t jumping with your words. It’s just a game, but you’re competitive.
“No, but you’re thinking it. What else? Maybe you think idols are also soulless grifters?”
You wince. It’s not that you think so terribly of idols, per se, you just understand and recognize their need to please their company. They’re products before they’re people.
“I got it right, huh?” He’s pleased with himself.
“Am I wrong?” You retort. “You’re really going to tell me you love singing your overproduced pop music for the tween girls who will buy anything you put out as long as you’re pretty enough?”
“Aren’t you here too? Lot of talk for someone who’s sitting right next to the sellout. You know what they say about birds of a feather…”
It’s all in a whisper, so no one else hears - or sees your startled reaction to find out the pampered show dog has a little bite in him. You could retaliate, but if you’re being honest?
This makes you respect him more.
He’s right, anyway. You did sell out by being on this show.
The machine beeps. He smiles, slow and sweet - or at least it would be if you didn’t already know there was an edge to it. “I win.”
“Wow!” You’ve never found the host more annoying. “That got heated at the end, didn’t it, folks? Do you mind sharing what Gojo said?”
You smile at the camera in a way that feels more like you’re beating your teeth. “It’s a secret.”
You’re not mad at him. If anything, you’re impressed. The person you’re really disappointed with is yourself.
So he’s not what he thought you were. So he challenged your biased preconceptions on idols. So what?
It doesn’t mean anything, but you can’t get him out of your head.
The rest of the show is an easy and welcome distraction from your inner turmoil over the possibility of maybe potentially tolerating an idol. Throwing out witty answers and being neck to neck with Gojo in winning mini games is much preferable to having to experience emotions. It’s only when it’s over that the problems start.
You watch as he gets up, biting your lip and debating to yourself. It’s only when he’s halfway out the door that you make your decision. You’ve always been a do or die kind of girl.
“Hey. Want to get dinner?”
You just want to make sure he’s eating. No other reason.
His manager frowns behind him.
“We’re in a weird spot,” he says. “The only thing around are convenience stores.”
“That’s fine,” you say. “We can get instant ramen.”
“I’ve never had instant noodles,” Gojo says.
“Seriously?”
“No, not seriously,” he scoffs. “Just what kind of lives do you think we lead?”
“Deprived ones,” you toss over your shoulder as you lead him towards your monster of a customized car.
“Oh, no,” his manager is beginning, but Gojo is already sliding comfortably into the passenger seat. His poor manager looks nervously at you as you turn the keys. “Are you sure that thing is safe?”
“Don’t worry,” you tell him. “If this thing crashes, I’m in here too.”
You don’t think that reassures him, but your own manager will handle it. You pull out of the parking space and head for the road.
Gojo’s impatient. He tries the handle almost before you’re done parking. You’re like that too - always ready to move. This time, you’re one step ahead. You lock the door before he can leave. He gives you a startled look and glances outside again, clearly weighing his options.
“Relax,” you say. “I’m not a crazed fan. Put these on before we attract an actual stalker of yours.”
You toss him a hat, sunglasses, and a mask. You’ve started keeping them in your car ever since you’ve been hanging out with Shoko and her girlfriend, who was famous enough to get recognized in the street for her autograph. He wrinkles his nose but obediently puts them on.
It doesn’t do much to hide his overall air of Gojo-ness. He steps into the store like he owns it, which he very well could.
The steam rises from your bowls and coats Gojo’s sunglasses. You’re surprised he can see inside, but he has no trouble navigating. He tells you he has 20/20 vision.
One thing leads to another and suddenly he’s bragging about his perfect grades when he attended school. He’s a natural genius, which isn’t really a surprise.
“I thought you were supposed to be a bad boy,” you tease. His glasses are slipping down his nose. You reach out to push them back up before anyone notices. His eyes are rather remarkable, after all. Anyone would be able to tell who he was at a glance.
“Me?” He gives a choked laugh. It sounds nice. You’ve haven’t heard it before, not during the show. He was more polished then. The ways in which he rebels against being an idol show up unexpectedly. “Nah. That’s all Getou. He’s the one with a hidden face. You wouldn’t believe what he’s like when the cameras are off.”
“Somehow I don’t believe you,” you joke.
“I’m serious,” he whines. “I’m pretty sheltered. Grew up rich, you know?”
Who doesn’t know? The Gojo name is pretty famous. One of the biggest conglomerates in the entire world, it broke major news outlets when the heir chose to be an idol instead of the next president.
He’s always been in the public eye, but kept separate like art at a museum. You have a nasty tendency of wanting to ruin things that you’ve been purposefully warned away from. It’s sort of a thing of yours, a bad habit you haven’t put too much effort into breaking. The more impermissible something is, the more likely you are to try, like a cat knocking a glass of water off a table.
Corruptible isn’t the exact right word, but it’s what comes to mind. You want to mess him up a little. Put your grubby rockstar hands on him and leave smears behind so his fangirls see his tainted reputation. You don’t, of course. It’s just a passing thought that you wouldn’t risk actually jeopardizing his career for.
It would just be nice to see him live a little more freely.
The temptation clears with the last of your noodles disappearing into your mouth. There are things that are off limits for both of you. Those are just the sacrifices you’ve made for your dreams. That’s all there is to it.
It’s so good you sigh at the loss of it, mourning your empty bowl. Gojo’s almost done himself. The minute he finished his noodles, he lets out a breath to mirror yours, then laughs once he catches himself.
“Come on,” you say. “Let’s get you home.”
You think that’s the end of it. There’s no reason to go any further. You met an idol and he obliterated your previously held prejudices. You’ll never meet again.
That’s not quite how it works out.
When your manager offers you another chance to see Gojo, it’s nonchalant. “Remember that idol you were partnered with on that variety show? I know you don’t like those types, but you seemed to tolerate him well enough. There’s another-“
A yes flies out of your mouth so quickly it’s embarrassing.
Your manager pauses. His eyes narrow. “Didn’t expect you to be so eager, but okay.”
Your face burns with embarrassment. This isn’t like you at all. Even with your exes, you had been cool and level headed. Always the prize, never the one to give chase.
He’s interesting, you try to rationalize it to yourself. You like interesting. Life was mind numbing without a kick, and he was the latest thrill. It didn’t mean anything more.
It’s another variety show. Apparently the two of you had been so popular as a pair that they wanted more.
Gojo’s in the makeup chair when you arrive. The artist is scolding him for blinking while she applies his mascara. He’s whining about his dry eyes.
“Don’t be a baby,” you say, dropping into the chair next to him.
“But that’s what I’m best at!”
“You’re so weird,” you laugh.
The makeup artist groans. “Please don’t encourage him.”
Only Gojo would take that as encouragement. He rolls his eyes and receives a light swat across the shoulder for his troubles. You play around on your phone while you wait for her to be free, but soon grow bored. Instead, you watch her swipe powder across Gojo’s face and dab cream onto the apples of his cheeks.
“Stop staring,” he says.
“How do you know I’m staring? Your eyes are closed.”
“I can feel it.”
“Well, you’re wrong.”
“You’re such a bad liar,” he says, and you know he’s just messing around at this point because you’re an incredible liar. It’s your best quality.
Falling into banter with Gojo is as easy as breathing. It’s no trouble at all to replicate it on the show. From the shadow, your manager gives you a double thumbs up. Dork.
Sometimes it’s hard to remember that you’re doing this to drum up popularity for your tour. You’re not the only one having trouble. Gojo pulls you aside after filming wraps up to give you his personal number on the phone he’s not supposed to have.
At night, you get an alert that you’ve received something from Gojo. It’s not a message. It’s a notification that you can save three tickets to your digital wallet.
A speech bubble pops up.
Come to my concert, he says. I got you VIP seats.
Gojo’s impressed you, but you still don’t know about the rest of his band. You’re not sure you want to watch pretty men lip sync and grind on the stage for two hours, but when you tell Shoko, she offers to bring Utahime. That’s conveniently three, so you might as well.
VIP seats don’t include backstage, so you’re surprised when security comes to retrieve you. There’s no backstage pass for this concert, actually, confusing you all the more.
Shoko flaps her hand dismissively at you, encouraging you on. By her side, Utahime is trying to feed her snacks. Satisfied that they’re comfortable, you follow the guard to Gojo’s dressing room. He leaves you there without a word.
After five minutes of waiting for something to happen, you knock. Instantly, Gojo’s voice invites you in.
He’s sitting in front of the dresser, fiddling with his earrings. You’ve noticed seven piercings in total - three on his right lobe, two on his left, and one conch on either side. Before you knew him, you would’ve been surprised an idol would be allowed to get so many. Now you know he bends the rules whenever he’s able.
“Pass me that?” You hand him the disinfectant. “Thanks. I didn’t think you were coming.”
“Then why’d you send me tickets?”
“Thought my roguish good looks and natural charm would win you over,” he says with a smile that says he’s only half joking.
“You’re insufferable,” you say as you bat his hands away from his ear. “Let me do that.”
His hair is soft as cygnet down as you brush it behind his ear. There’s something innocent about his expression like this, watching him from above. His eyes are closed, breaths soft and even as he waits for you.
The silver pools in your hand as you thread it through his ear, a waterfall released when it hooks on. He wears a lot of silver, you’ve noticed. His stylists favor colors that should wash him out but only make him look more angelic. Pale blue silk trims his form, encrusted with embellishments to make him look prince-like. There are sparkles in the inner corner of his eye, soft blush on his cheekbones to make him look sweet.
He’s anything but when his eyelids flutter open and he notices you watching. A smile almost cruel tugs at his lips. His hand reaches for you as if-
There’s a knock on his door for the last curtain call.
“That’s me.” He stands up, brushing his lap off without a trace of anything other than professionalism. He’ll leave you wondering what he was going to do. It’s terrible how good he is at this, though you suppose it’s his job to leave people wanting more. “Keep an eye out for me on stage, will you?”
It’s hard not to. Your eyes are polarized to him. Even when something else catches your attention, like fireworks or confetti, he pulls it back. Greedy, that one.
You’re not the only one. The crowd lives for him. There’s something electric about him on stage. He naturally draws attention with that height and attitude and face, but what happens when he’s performing is inexplicable. You’d call it a religious experience if you believed in a god.
Fate has never factored into your life, but now you’re starting to consider worship. Gojo performs like he was born to be an idol.
Keep an eye out for me, he says, as if you’d have any trouble. You’ll dream about him tonight. The way his mouth fits so sensuously over the words of a love song snags your thoughts like a fishhook. Sick desires run through your blood, each more depraved than the last.
You want to watch him shed his beautiful silk skin for you, become nothing more than man again. You must retract your prior confession. There’s no longing for the altar in you, only a love of sacrilege.
Gojo asks for coffee easily, as if you’re two normal people and not celebrities with a lot to lose if you were caught together. You can’t let him outdo you, so you agree. These are the reasons why your manager curses your recklessness. Shoko calls it bravery, when she’s feeling sweet on you.
The second message comes a second later.
Gojo Satoru 11:25
I only said it to see if you’d agree
Here’s my address lol can’t believe you said yes
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You think he gives his address out too freely for a man worth 30 million. The feeling only intensifies as you get out of your car and thank your driver. His gates are pearly instead of the standard matte black, a stark declaration of wealth. He’s practically asking for an incident to happen.
Security buzzes you in. Someone in a white dress - an honest to god maid - leads you to a mini kitchen where Gojo’s waiting. His hair is wet and dripping down his back where his powder blue shirt is darkened to a navy. You thought you had gotten used to overblown displays of money after your first three years in the music industry. Clearly, you were mistaken.
He looks up as you enter, reading a trashy tabloid as he stirs whipped cream into a tall glass of something that looks more like a sugary heart attack than coffee.
You’ve never seen his bare face, you realize. Even that moment when you had walked in on him and the makeup artist, he had been nearly done. He looks practically the same without makeup. People with genetic good looks like him only need to enhance their appearance the tiniest amount.
What really strikes you is how earnest he looks, soft and open-hearted, though that might be because you’ve caught him in his home. This is what you wanted - him without his skin on, naked and without pretense. He’s wearing cotton pajamas and white slippers.
“I thought you’d come later,” he says. “Sorry I got started without you. I was feeling something sweet.”
“I’m early, though?”
“I’m always late,” he says with a one shouldered shrug. “Thought you might be too. Guess you’re not my perfect girl after all, huh?”
You shove his arm off the armrest of his chair to perch on it, ignoring the perfectly good chair across from him. This is better, anyway, easier to talk to him. “Don’t be absurd. I’m everyone’s dream girl.”
Gojo chuckles. “I like confident women.”
There’s been a question on your mind for a while. You knew his group was popular, but all this? Maybe you should’ve become an idol after all.
“Where’s the rest of your band? I thought idols shared rooms.”
“Some do,” he says. “Not so much when you make it big. But this is my family home, so none of that applies.”
Gojo Satoru of the Gojo conglomerate. How had you forgotten? It shouldn’t be so easy to ignore something like that.
Gojo shifts the conversation easily, but you notice. So he doesn’t like the connection, then. “How was the concert?”
“Don’t fish for compliments,” you say, stealing a sip of his drink before it reaches his mouth. It’s too sweet for anyone’s standards. You spit it back into the cup. He takes it from you, eyes it consideringly, and takes a sip anyways.
Your mouth drops. “You’re so gross.”
“Only for you, baby,” he moans, humor like a teenage boy. “Call me names again.”
You roll your eyes at him.
“It’s fine, it’s just saliva. Now tell me the truth. You couldn’t take your eyes off me, could you?”
They’d probably sooner pop out of your head and roll away than leave the sight of him, but you can’t tell him that after all you’ve said about idols. Instead, you push off your seat to go rummage through his cabinets. He has a fully stocked coffee cart in this room and the very latest espresso machine, all to choose his diabetic monstrosity instead.
“You don’t need to respond,” he says cheerfully. “Your silence tells me everything I need to know.”
“Do you think you know me that well?” You shoot back. His fridge is so big you think you could fit into it. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’ve registered that he’s moved from his seat as well, and now stands just behind you.
“Of course I know you,” he says. “I understood you the moment we met.”
“You’re very confident,” you note.
You have a weakness for confident men.
“So you liked my concert. Can I come to yours?”
You imagine Gojo in a mosh pit for a second. It sends you into a laughing fit while he stands there, bemused. You can’t shake the incongruous picture of him, with his face like a carefully crafted porcelain doll, getting rowdy and wild with your fans. Ridiculous. Never in a million years.
“We don’t have VIP seats,” you warn him.
“So?”
“So it can get dangerous.”
“Aw, you do care about me.”
“I care about the fat lawsuit your company’s going to send me when their moneymaker breaks his leg at my concert. It’s not happening.”
“You scared?”
“No, but maybe you should be.”
“Come on,” he says. When had he gotten so close? It’s distracting. “I know you’ll take care of me.”
Gojo had invited you to his concert. It’s only right to return the favor. An idea starts forming in your head, though you’re not sure it’s a good one. You tell him anyway.
Usually when soundcheck is over, you have a little bit of downtime to relax backstage. You’re expecting someone tonight, however.
A rough knock on the door announces Satoru Gojo, spoken in your security guard’s rough voice. Well, he really introduces him as pretty boy idol, but you can guess who it is.
He looks discomfited, a rare occurrence, as he closes the door behind him.
“What’s with you?”
“You’ve got groupies,” he says, looking rattled.
You fight a smile.
“Don’t laugh,” he pouts. “They’re insane. One of them tried to chase me here.”
You can’t help yourself. A giggle bursts out of you. When he tries to leave, you pin his hand to the handle and coo reassurances at him so he won’t.
When you head out the door, he surprises you by grabbing your hand. It’s as nonchalant as anything he does, so you rise to the challenge he sets by refusing to react to it. You only separate once you reach the stairs; him to the spot you’ve made for him behind the barricade, you to the stage.
This is one of your favorite venues, moody and atmospheric. The lights are dimmed to your preferred setting, but your eyes adjust quickly. Your crowd is restless tonight, shifting on their feet as whispers follow raucous laughter through the crowd. Noise on noise, the way you like it.
The wood of the floor is a little sticky beneath your boots as you walk. That’s history gumming the soles of your shoes, generations of artists before you. You’re starting to feel it now, the electric thrum of pure joy in your blood.
Shoko is strumming light tunes on her guitar to warm up, her eyes closed. You hope she doesn’t take it too hard that Utahime couldn’t make it tonight, though you know if she’s upset, she’ll channel into her music.
The crowd settles as the hour draws closer. Shoko’s fingers are liquid now, running through chords effortlessly. You wrap the cord of the microphone around your hands, letting the tension build mindlessly. A stage is like home to you. The crowd plays in the palm of your hand, energy ebbing and flowing as you will it.
It starts with a guitar solo from Shoko. By then, the crowd is already burning with excitement. The first burst of sound from the speakers has them roaring, cheering even though there’s no lyrics to it. The smallest smile touches her lips as she plays to the crowd, showing off exactly why she’s lead guitar for the greatest band in the world right now.
You step in on her heels, your voice rising over the music. Back before you knew how this felt, you almost quit singing, annoyed by the sound you were forced into. This is more your tempo. The almost guttural curl to the ends of your words, the rasp of your hoarse voice - this is beautiful to you.
The crowd is yours. Anything that goes on is within your jurisdiction, higher than any judge or god. You notice everything in your realm.
People are starting to move now, their bodies falling victim to the music. Their mouthes form the vowels and consonants of the lyrics as their bodies shudder and jerk, chained to the rhythm. Bodies ricochet off each other, love taps of respect for your aggressive voice, soaring above it all.
In the corner, there’s a violent eye of a storm. You think it’s a particularly enthusiastic dancer - perhaps a circle is about to form - before you realize what’s actually going on.
A fight is breaking out. You catch a glimpse of snow white hair, realize it’s near the barricade, and your stomach drops.
It’s Gojo and another man, ignoring the security guard trying to separate them. You try to stay professional and play through it, but then you see red.
Gojo’s hand flies to his face, his nose dripping with crimson. He doesn’t look any more injured than that, but you’re angry enough to step in now. Shoko stops as soon as you hold your hand out, the music veering into a screeching crash.
“You, in the black tee!” You realize you should’ve been more specific when what looks like the entire crowd looks down at their equally black shirts. “No, the one that just punched Gojo Satoru. Yeah, you, asshole! No fighting at my gigs! Especially not my guests!”
He had the audacity to yell back. “I was just showing him a warm welcome!”
You climb off the stage. Gojo didn’t show any fear while he got hit, but there’s concern in his eyes now as you drop to the ground by him.
“Wait,” he says, “wait, wait. I don’t think you should-“
“Shut the fuck up,” you snap, pushing him behind you until his back hits the stage. “Let me handle this.”
You get in the man’s face. His eyes are bloodshot - drunk, probably. “Who do you think you are, starting shit at my shows?”
“You’ve sold out,” he slurs. Definitely drunk. “He doesn’t belong here.”
“You don’t get to tell me who can or can’t come to my goddamn show,” you snarl, vicious and low. “Get out.”
“You can’t-“
“Get out before I make them drag you out.”
When he doesn’t move, you motion security over. “Does anyone else have any complaints?”
The crowd is eerily silent for something that was moving like a beast with one mouth before, singing in unison. You clamber back on stage, turning around to grab Gojo’s hand.
“What?” He says.
“Up. Now.” Your tone brooks no argument. You haul him up with you. He stands awkwardly as you drag him towards your mic stand, your arm slung around his shoulder. There’s still blood on his face.
“Gojo Satoru is a very dear friend of mine,” you announce into the mic. You see the confused looks in the crowd. Even Shoko seems wary. This wasn’t on the schedule. “If you're a real rock fan, you'd know that music is more than genre. I get it! I didn’t think idols were anything more than corporate shills either-“
“Harsh,” he whispers under his breath, unable to control himself even now.
“But he proved me wrong. He’s a real performer, just like I am, and I expect the same respect for him that you give to me.”
This is your crowd. They listen. Someone whistles.
You sit Gojo down, right by your feet. He gives you a bemused smile as the concert starts again, you moving around him like one of your props. He spends most of the concert lounging back, watching you through half lidded eyes.
It might’ve been enough excitement for one night, but you’ve always been the type to push your boundaries. When the idea springs into your head, you act on impulse, not giving yourself too much time to think about it as you pull Gojo to his feet.
You’re really manhandling him tonight, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s only a little startled as you pull the mic away from your face to get into his space.
You misjudged the distance. Your forehead knocks into his, just enough to sting, but not really hurt. “Do you want to try something?” Your voice is a whisper to not get picked up by the mic.
“Give it to me,” he says, and his smile is a bloody thing.
When you angle the mic towards him, you’re careful about not hitting him this time.
His voice works surprisingly well for rock. You weren’t sure he could pull off such a sound change, but he surprises you every time, matching you best for beat.
When he pulls back, your hand snakes into his hair and yanks him towards you and the mic again. He sings wholly at your command, being jerked around by your desires. It’s an inferno on stage, sweat pouring down both your faces. Behind you, the crowd is screaming so loudly it nearly deafens you.
Not a bad encore, you think as you towel off in your dressing room. Shoko left for a cool down with a bottle of ice water right before you, her post concert ritual, but the look she shot you says that you need to talk. You’ll deal with the consequences later.
For now, it’s enough to have Gojo shaking with leftover adrenaline against you as you sit him down in your chair. You press a bottle of ice against his face, watching him shiver. He’s still pretty with all the blood. Prettier, somehow, like some teenage wet dream of a vampire from a young adult novel.
You want to lick the sweat out of the hollow of his collar bones. Instead, you talk to him to rid yourself of your insane thoughts. It’s always a little crazy in your head after a good stage.
“Well?” You demand. “How was it?”
He tilts his head, considering. It makes you nervous. Now that you know how good of a performer he is, it almost feels like a test to receive his judgment.
“I think I’m in love with you,” he says, slowly.
“That good, huh?” You smile, trying to ignore the aching pressure behind your ribcage. You shouldn’t care so much what he thinks. Why does it matter?
“Yeah,” he says. “When are you free? I gotta plan our date.”
“Huh?”
“That was so sexy,” he says. “I was thinking about taking it slow, but I’m not going to last if I wait. I want to date you. I want to marry you.”
He’s starting to worry you. “Did you have a heat stroke or something? That’s really fast. Really, really fast, Gojo.”
“I’ve never been more clearheaded in my life,” he says. You only believe him when the medic clears him of any injuries, even the nose.
“We can talk about marriage later,” you say. “Why don’t you tell me about the date for now?”
Two weeks later, you’re Gojo’s plus one to his first movie premiere. It’s his debut as an actor, and it couldn’t be a better one. He escaped most of the negative pushback that usually comes with transitioning between those two industries, being naturally good at everything. Still, he had worked hard, and you’re proud of him.
It feels like you’re the only one, because the man himself doesn’t even care about his accomplishment. He’s too busy being delighted about hiding in plain sight. The cameras flash at you as you walk across the red carpet, arm in arm with Gojo. Your stylist had coordinated with his. It could almost pass for a couple’s outfits.
“You know,” he says conspiratorially. “When you defended me at the concert, I got hard.”
“I didn’t need to know that.”
“It was really hot.”
“You know there are people who can read lips, right?”
“I wish they would figure out what I’m saying.”
“Alright,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Let’s get inside.”
Dating Gojo is nothing like what you’d expected and everything like you’d expected. He keeps surprising you, doing wild things to get your attention that you never thought an idol would be willing to get their hands dirty with. He might be even more of a daredevil than you are, constantly pushing the boundaries of what you both can get away with before you’re found out.
In a way, it’s almost like you’re asking for it. You’re both straining at the bit to claim each other. It doesn’t come as a surprise when it does happen, then.
“Huh,” Gojo says over ramen. “We got papped.”
Utahime, understandably, freaks. “What? That’s not funny.”
“Oh yeah?” You say. “Are the pictures good at least?”
“You know we always look good. Could’ve gotten a better angle, but whatever.”
Utahime’s working herself into a minor tizzy in the corner. “Guys, I need you to be more serious about this. This is bad! This is so bad!”
Shoko looks up from her phone and chips on the couch, lying flat on her stomach. “Hate to agree, but she’s right. What are you going to do about it?”
“Nothing,” you shrug. “What’s the point? There’s nothing we can do about it. They have the evidence.”
It had been a good run. Two blissful months of peace and quiet. Sneaking around had been fun, giving you that thrill you loved every time someone failed to recognize you and Gojo behind your stupid sunglasses. Still, it was bound to fail at some point. You’re honestly surprised it lasted for as long as it had. You can’t be mad. Two months is more than you could’ve asked for.
“Well,” Gojo says. “Wee-llll.”
“Spit it out,” Utahime gripes at him.
You take another bite of ramen, content to let them argue without you.
“There is something we could do,” Gojo hedges.
“You’re so annoying,” Shoko says.
“No one thinks you’re funny,” Utahime chimes in.
“Hey! She thinks I’m funny!” Gojo frowns. “Tell them you think I’m funny.”
“Sorry, babe. I never lie to my girls.”
“Whatever,” Gojo sighs. “Guess you don’t want to hear my genius idea then.”
“Don’t be a brat,” you tease, knuckling his head. He loves it when you roughhouse with him.
“What if…” The hesitation is real this time. You can tell the difference between when he’s faking it or not. He’s a good showman, but you know him. You place an encouraging hand on his knee.
“What if we went public first?” He says it all in one breath.
You take a moment, turning the idea over in your head. It would wrest back control of the narrative to your team. Even if you might get backlash, it wouldn’t be at someone else’s hands, beholden to their mercy. You like it.
“Sure,” you say.
Gojo gapes at you. ‘That easy?’ His thoughts are written all over his face.
“Why not?” You offer him one of your easy smiles. “I’ve always wanted to say you were mine, anyway.”
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Can I ask why you don’t like Vil much? If you haven’t answered that already?
For me, I also didn’t like him at first but loving Rook has turned me into a Vil lover 😭.
[Referencing this tier list!]
A significant part of it is no fault of Vil's own, it's just... I have a very strong aversion to celebrity characters. This dislike scales up the more famous that celebrity character is + how much attention is brought to their status, and well... Y'all know perfectly well how famous Vil is 🤡 This is why I also dislike his father to some degree, though it's to a lesser extent because I at least appreciate Eric being involved in his son’s life + find Eric to be friendly.
Celebrity characters tend to make me feel deeply uncomfortable chiefly because their careers put them in a position where they're ripe for parasocialism (which is when one party, ie their fans, extends emotional energy, interest and time, and the other party, the persona, ie the object of their affection, is completely unaware of the other's existence). Parasocialism in of itself is not a negative thing by default; it can, in fact, be a powerful motivator to improve oneself or can significantly lift one's mood. Some sectors entirely rely on parasocialism to function (such as the "influencing" industry).
Where it starts to get iffy for me is when we veer into the most parasocial of fans who will take extreme actions to support and/or hate on an individual. These are your stalkers, your sasaeng fans, etc. While I'm aware that these are the vocal minority of a celebrity's fanbases, the kinds of things these extremely parasocial fans pull off deeply unnerves me. Like Vil, the celebrities involved are by no means at fault—but they’re always “tainted” in my mind by the association due to the sheer magnitude of what their most crazed fans do in their name 💀 So when I think of that celebrity… I also think of the insane stuff they have to deal with from their fans and that stresses me out.
I find the whole “celebrity worship” culture in of itself very odd. It’s difficult for me to form an attachment to a real person that doesn’t or cannot reciprocate. By extension, it’s hard for me to wrap my mind around activities like following the celebrity’s life closely, supporting any and all projects due to their involvement alone, and collecting merch/signatures. Thinking of Vil’s fans doing this… (or, as seen in the Tapis Rouge event, getting emotional/shrieking for him, begging for a glance, fainting, etc.) it invokes those feelings of discomfort again.
Finally (regarding the celebrity thing), Vil and other famous people tend to be in the spotlight. I don’t really like this sort of a presentation; it calls too much attention to them. This runs counter to the types of characters I tend to gun for: the schemers who operate from the shadows, typically appearing innocuous or humble at first glance. These characters stay out of the spotlight and prefer it that way, as it allows them more freedoms to enact their plots. Celebrities’ positions don’t really allow for that. Even if their off-camera persona is completely different than their on-camera one, the attention they’re showered with never seems to fade.
I also find Vil’s entire presence way too intense (even when he’s lined up next to arguably much more physically imposing students like the 180 cm+ squad or any muscular character). This is why I can tolerate Neige but dislike Vil; Neige comes off as innocent and approachable—so much so that I don’t even register him as an idol or a celebrity in my mind. He’s just a cute boy-next-door type inviting me to dance and sing with him and his friends!
Vil’s hair, makeup, tall heels, the need for perfection, his sternness. It’s a LOT to take in. I can admire the confidence and the tenacity with which Vil pursues beauty, but at the same time… it can come off as super overwhelming. I don’t think I could comfortably breathe in the same space as him without feeling like I’ve offended his sensibilities 😅 Sometimes I get a little anxious just reading him scolding others; it feels like he’s reaching through the screen and scolding me too. I get the overwhelming vibes even through the things Vil creates or commissions; the composition and choreography of Absolutely Beautiful was so oppressive and centered on winning that I disassociated from my own school’s team 💀
Some other minor, miscellaneous gripes I have with Vil:
I don’t generally have a problem with Vil’s leadership or how he guides/teaches others. (His behavior is very similar to what I’ve experienced within my own culture’s upbringing.) However, I do not approve of all of his methods and I do think he does “too much” at times + oversteps, making me feel uneasy.
His tastes don’t really match mine! It’s a little too “glam”, especially the ensembles with heavy smoky eyes.
What’s with him dying the ends of his hair that color… It makes me think of him dunking his head in grape Kool-aid as a dye 😭/j
There we are ^^ I hope that explanation was sufficient!! I tried to explain my… admittedly complex feelings behind my dislike of Vil as neatly as I could. Nothing against the guy, how he is written, or his fans (both in-universe and irl), of course!! This is just my opinion.
#twisted wonderland#twst#Vil Schoenheit#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#notes from the writing raven#question
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Minors, fuck off.
Idol!Mark x slightly older manager fem!reader
Warnings: scuffle, mild violence, gaslighting, lot of cursing, Yuta's a bitch but he means well, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, sex in a dressing room, mirror sex
Author's note: Kari (@brownsugarbaybee), I LUH YOU... BIIIIITCH. I NEVER GON STOP LOVIN YOU.... BIIIIIIITCH.
Yuta notices it first.
The way Mark always stands up a little bit straighter when you’re around.
He tells you because he likes drama and tension is his entertainment in an industry that abhors drama. You’re his drama. “Mark likes you and he jerks off to your photos. Ask anyone,” Yuta's very matter-of-fact and after his bold announcement, the room is quiet.
Too quiet.
You cringe, “What? Yuta, stop. I don’t need to know that,” You mumble and you feel the heat from your face travel to your ears. “It’s true though... Jaehyun caught him,” He says quietly.
So now you’re looking for Jaehyun to ask him and he’s in the kitchen leaned against the counter scrolling Twitter. “Ah, my favorite manager. What’s good?” He says with a smile. “Did you... I’m so sorry for asking you this but... did you catch- fucking hell... did you catch Mark jerking off to my photos?” You stumble out.
Jaehyun snorts, “No who the fuck wou- Yuta would... That asshole. No, Y/n. I didn't. You should talk to the stylists about giving him a bowl cut for our next comeback. That'll show him," He says. He gives you an apologetic smile. You pick at the loose thread on the sleeve of your cardigan,. "Sorry to ask you that," You say.
He shrugs, "It's Yuta. I get it. If he tells me it's raining, I'm lookin' outside," He says.
You leave the kitchen and find Yuta sprawled across the sofa. "You lied… again!" You practically yell. Yuta doesn't look away from his phone, "About what?" He asks. You march up to him and knock his phone out of his hand, "About Mark jerking off to my photos!"
Mark couldn't possibly have picked a more fucked up time to come into the room, "Yo, what?!" He all but shrieks.
Yuta sits up, "Y/n, what the hell are you talking about?" He asks and his eyes shine with that all too familiar gleam. Mark crosses his arms defensively, "Yeah, Y/n. What are you talking about?"
It could be the crazy schedules lately, maybe the fact that you were promised a raise for having to deal with Haechan’s headassery and Yuta's impulsive lying, maybe it's the fact that you couldn't slap the taste out of Siwon's mouth for calling your boys’ music “construction work ambiance” but you snap.
You launch at Yuta and your hands find his neck, "You're can't keep fucking lying if you don't have a gullet! Stop fucking gaslighting me, Yuta!" You scream.
Haechan's filming this ordeal and Taeyong, doing his loveliest to take charge as the leader, tries to break up this chaos but you shove him back so hard that he collides with Chenle and what the fuck is he even doing here?
Johnny, being the second coming of Samson, pulls you off of Yuta and you try to fight him too but he encircles his arms around you in a bear hug, rendering your arms useless, "Y/n, you have one time to hit me," He warns you and you try to calm down.
"Now what the hell is this?" Taeyong asks as he rubs the spot on his chest where you shoved him. "He keeps fucking with me and I'm sick of it!" You scream. Your body is trembling and Johnny, with a grip that won't cease, speaks up, "I'm gonna let you go but first, you gotta promise me you're not gonna choke him again," He says calmly.
You nod, "I promise."
Johnny lets you go and you straighten up. "Now, Y/n, what do you mean Yuta keeps fucking with you? What exactly happened?" Mark pipes up as he comes closer. He places a hand on your back to soothe you and Chenle's lips quirk up into a smile.
Jaehyun emerges from the kitchen with a pack of Oreos tucked under his arm and it dawns on you that he is most definitely high, "He told her that Mark jerks off to her pictures. I mean, that's enough to make anyone rage a little," He says and continues on his way to his room. Yuta scoffs, "A little? She fucking choked me!" He yells.
"You deserved it." Chenle pipes up.
"What the fuck are you even doing here?" Yuta curses.
“I can be here if I damn well want to!” Chenle yells back defensively.
“Yeah well, you don’t even fucking live here!” Yuta snaps back.
“Yeah and you’re just mad because I just watched you get your fuckin’ shit folded by a woman!”
“Fuck you!”
You kick after Yuta but Mark pulls you back, "Don't you fuckin' talk to him like that!" You yell.
"Calm down." Mark says firmly, "Just... I get it but like... damn."
"I'm sorry,” You say quietly.
Johnny stands between you and Yuta, “Keep your hands and your feet to yourself, please. You might not give a shit but I don’t want you getting fired.”
You stare at him and try not to cry but that’s your vice. You cry when you’re angry. A tear falls and the room is filled with yelling.
“Dude, you got her fucking crying? What the fuck is your problem?” Chenle yells.
Yuta rolls his eyes, "Fuck you! I wouldn't have done it if I knew she was gonna fucking cry about it!"
You shake your head, “I’m leaving. I’ll be back in the morning to go over the tomorrow’s schedule,” You say softly as you wipe your eyes with your sleeve.
Taeyong reaches out for you, “We should talk about this. Tomorrow will be way too tense if we don’t,” He says.
“There’s nothing to talk about. Yuta just runs his fucking mouth too much,” You sigh.
Yuta purses his lips, “I didn't mean for it to go this far. I mean... you guys like each other and to be fair, I was just trying to give you guys a push.”
You scoff, “So between kicking your ass and dating Mark, you want me to lose my job. I could lose my fucking job,” You grumble. “You know we wouldn’t tell. If you don’t know that, you should. Same way it’ll never leave this room that you just tried to kill me,” Yuta smiles at you, “I’m sorry.”
He gets up and holds his arms open. You both embrace and when you pull away, you cringe at the redness around his neck. “I’m really sorry I did that,” You whisper. “I’m not. That shit was hot... besides, you scared Hyuck and that’s never a bad thing,” He replies. You laugh.
“I’m going back to my game... if shit gets rowdy in here again, I’m comin’ back swingin’, and these hands are rated E for Everyone,” Johnny sighs and leaves the living room.
Everyone slowly disperses; leaving you and Mark in silence, “I mean... he wasn’t lying but like... y’know... it would’ve sounded better coming from me,” He laughs
You smile, “You’re a pervert,” You chuckle and close the space between the both of you.
Mark wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you as close as he can get you. He stays face for the public well but he’s smooth, his voice is like honey, and he’s seductive without even trying.
He stares you down as a gentle smile plays at the corners of his lips “You gonna choke me if I kiss you?” He asks with a chuckle. “I’m gonna choke you if you don’t,” You whisper and he presses his lips to yours.
You melt against him and bring your hands up to touch his face. “It’s about fuckin’ time,” Doyoung says as he heads into the kitchen.
Mark pulls away, “Should I drive you home? I’d tell you to come to my room but if you spend the night, we’ll all be in trouble and Haechan and I are sharing a room,” He says. You nod, “You can stay with me.” You whisper. Mark nods, “Okay. I’ll pack a bag.”
At your apartment, you and Mark talk and just unwind. Nothing’s really changed but the energy is different and he has his arms and legs wrapped around you as you both lay in bed and watch television.
"Y'know what's funny?" He asks. "What?" You hum. "I always thought that this would happen differently. Kinda thought it'd happen like in those movies and we'd be knocking shit off a table trying to get our clothes off but we're just here watching TV and I like this way better. It's just really good to be around you like this," He says and presses a kiss to your temple.
The fact that you two haven't had sex yet is a surprise for you too but this type of intimacy is something you've never really experienced thanks to your poor choice in men. Mark knows about those guys. You both talked once after one of your many failed dates had gone horribly wrong and he cheered you up. He's been very patient to say the least.
Your alarm goes off at a quarter to five the next morning and Mark is still draped over your body. He's warm and he smells amazing.
You softly shake him, "Wake up. We gotta get moving, lovebug," You say as you shimmy out of his grip and head to the bathroom.
You start the shower and slip out of your pajamas before stepping into the warm water. A few minutes pass by and Mark knocks at the door, "I gotta pee. Can I come in?" He calls out. "Yeah! Come on." You call back.
You watch him through the frosted glass of your shower door. Once he's done and he flushes the toilet, he turns to the shower, "Can I come in?" He asks. His voice is still so groggy from sleep. "Yeah," You reply softly and with that, he's pulling off his t-shirt and pushing his sweatpants down.
He lets himself into the shower and you move over to give him some room. "Mornin'," He says and catches your lips against his. "Good morning," You say back.
As you both shower in silence, you steal glances at each other and share warm smiles.
"You want me to wash your back?" He pipes up. "Actually, yeah. Thank you,," You say. Mark takes your washcloth and gently turns you around. He firmly presses the washcloth across your back and you sigh against the sensation.
When he's finished, he hands you the washcloth back and you turn to him, "Lemme wash your back now," You say. "Thank you, baby," He says softly.
As you wash his back, you look at the muscles beneath his skin then the small freckles scattered about. "Your back is very pretty," You whisper to him. "Yours is too I just didn't want you to think I was being weird," He says with a laugh. You laugh too.
After finishing up in the shower, you both get dressed and everything feels domestic. From the way you both converse as you dress to the way you stand in your kitchen to decide whether or not you're going to have breakfast at home or pick something up along the way.
When you arrive for the photoshoot, Yuta comes over to you with a shit eating grin, "Did you two have a good night or what?" He asks teasingly. You blush, "I will choke you again," You whisper. "Nooooo, I don't wanna cum in my pants again," He sighs. You shake your head, "I hate you."
Everyone is in a good mood and after group photos are done, Taeyong is chosen to take his photos first. "Come to my dressing room?" Mark whispers into your ear. “Yeah, sure.” You reply and when some staff notice the two of you standing up, Taeil pipes up, “It’s for Mark’s station song coming up. He has to get started on the concept and PR,” He says.
You nod in agreement and lock eyes with Taeil is a silent thank you.
Once Mark closes and locks the door, he takes your face in his hands and crushes his lips against yours, “Wanted to do this for a while. You look so good today," He mumbles against your mouth and his hands drop down to grip your ass,
"Can I touch you here, baby?"
His voice is low and thick. You nod frantically and his hands quickly hike up your skirt.
He backs you up against the dressing room vanity and presses his dick against you, "You're driving me crazy... fuck," He says huskily.
"Mark, more... please," You beg and he turns you around to face the mirror. He gives your ass a slap and then pushes your panties to the side to quickly rub your clit from behind.
You whine as he places his free hand over your mouth, "Be quiet, baby... you gotta hush. I'd love for them to hear your pretty voice but… you gotta stay quiet. Can you do that for me?" He whispers.
You nod quickly and he hums against your neck, "Good girl, baby," You're so close and suddenly, he stops. He steps back and unbuckles his pants.
You watch him in the mirror and he holds your gaze as he pulls his cock out. Your eyes drop down and your mouth waters as you stare in awe at his leaking cock.
"Felt like I was gonna die if I couldn't have you," He says as he presses his chest against your back. You know that he means that in more ways than one. You whimper as he teases your slit with the head of his cock. You bite your lip and wait anxiously for his teasing to stop.
"Gonna let me take care of you?" He asks and you nod desperately. He sinks into you slowly and you whine. He stretches you and your eyes flutter shut as he thrusts slowly to allow you time to adjust.
"Watch, baby. C'mon… look at me " He tells you gently. You open your eyes and he thrusts into you a little harder. The sensation is so beautiful and clench around him.
You hear the music from the photoshoot go up higher. You know what they’re doing and Venus as Boy is blasting as Mark pounds you against the vanity. His mouth hangs close to your ear as he whispers to you
"So fucking wet for me. You like how I'm fucking you, baby? Huh? You like that?"
You nod and he kisses your neck
"Wanna leave marks all over you so fucking bad… you're making me wanna fuck up and have to take a hiatus… I should do that. They won't know it's me if I'm not around."
Hair products and knickknacks fall from the vanity and clatter on the floor around you. Mark doesn’t stop and he keeps his eyes on yours, “You feel so good... just... just how I imagined you’d feel.... no... no... much better than how I imagined... so much fucking better,” His voice is breathy and he moans as his hips meet yours over and over.
You want to scream, you want to cry, and when TiO begins playing, you want to laugh. Mark does laugh.
He laughs between moans and leans down to press a kiss to your neck and then your cheek, "I wanna cum inside you so bad... so fucking bad, baby. Tell me if you don't want me to... I'll pull out," He pants. His hand circles around to the front of you and he strokes your clit tenderly.
Your body shakes as you feel yourself getting closer, "Don't pull out. I want your cum deep inside me… want it so bad," You plead and Mark moans against your ear as he continues stroking you.
"Cum with me, baby. Come on," He pants and just like that, you're both riding your high. You slump against the vanity and Mark pulls out. He cleans the both of you up and guides you to the sofa in the corner.
He picks up the fallen items and places them back on the vanity before checking himself in the mirror. He gives himself a satisfied smile then turns to you, "You good?" He asks.
You shrug, "I think so," You chuckle. He smiles, "Take a few minutes. It's okay," He says and unlocks the door, "Just in case they... well you already know." He laughs before joining you on the sofa. He presses a kiss to your forehead then leans back.
You both sit in silence and you reach over to hold Mark's hand. You share a smile and interlock fingers. Mark runs his thumb over your knuckles.
"I love you."
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Call Me Luna
(Stray Kids x Reader)
Chapter 2
2,355 Words
A/N: Y’all have no idea how hard I fought for my life against Tumblr to post this. Hope you guys enjoy, lmk what you think!💞
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Honestly, you had never intended to sign on for a job with a big company, especially one that was just starting out with an omegan caretaker program. It was just easier to settle down with a nice rich pack where your clients already had cooks and cleaners and you mostly just had to listen to the members complain about each other and settle minor disputes. That was how the last pack you worked for operated.
But, you applied anyway. You were a fan of several of the bands and it was no big deal if they rejected you, which was pretty likely. If they only had one caretaker per band and a couple hundred truly qualified candidates, the odds weren’t 100% in your favor, especially because you didn’t grow up in Korea. Still, it would be an interesting story to tell people.
Even if there was a 99.99% chance they were rejecting you, it still took you some time to muster up the courage to open the email from JYPE.
When you finally managed to do so, you were sitting in your bed with your laptop in front of you. Just in case you took the news worse than you thought, you opened up a tab for how to start a new life.
Nothing bad was going to happen, you reminded yourself, the email either says yes or no, they aren’t going to come beat you up if they reject you.
Sucking in a deep breath and closing your eyes, you clicked on the email. Giving yourself a few seconds to enjoy this moment before your heart broke just a little, you finally opened your eyes.
“Dear Ms. L/N Y/N, we were quite impressed with your blah blah blah yada yada yada…” Glossing over all the formalities, your eyes skipped to the important part.
“After careful consideration, we’ve decided to accept you as an omegan caretaker for one of our bands.”
Wait.
Shit.
Shit.
What?
They wanted you as the omegan caretaker of one of their bands? Choosing not to trust your eyes, you read over that sentence five more times before collapsing backwards onto your bed, exhaling harshly.
You sat back up to read the rest of the email and see if they specified which band. Maybe it was a completely made up band just for a prank or something.
“Unfortunately we are not at liberty to tell you which band you will be working with just yet, for safety and privacy reasons. You will be told your assignment once you meet with us in person.”
Shit, you thought, I guess I’ve got to pack.
…
You weren’t sure whether it was better or worse they didn’t tell you which band you were assigned to.
For the entire duration of the flight, you were wondering which group it would be and what you knew about each one. You couldn’t think of anything else and you couldn’t go to sleep or anything, no matter what you tried. However, if you had known who it was, your mind would have done the same, only it would have been freaking out about certain members and what each person was like and what they needed from you.
Secondary gender dynamics were a bit of a controversial subject in the kpop industry. Some companies made their fans aware of their idols’ classification, even some talking about it freely in interviews.
However, JYPE kept most of that information private. Of course, there were guesses made by the fans, and sometimes stalkers who tried their best to uncover their bias’ secondary gender.
You didn’t want to make assumptions, but you did know that most groups had alphas as their leaders, a bit of an out-dated custom but as long as the group dynamic worked and everyone got along with each other, it was above your pay grade.
Also, something you would have to adapt to would be if you were assigned to a boy group or a girl group. The difference didn’t matter much to you personally, but in the industry, there were certain things you had to consider.
After a while of all this swirling around in your mind, even some of it getting jotted down in your Notes app, you were startled from your thoughts by the pilot’s voice, telling you that you would be landing soon.
Honestly, after that, you kind of forgot the rest, it all happened so fast.
You arrived at night and found a person with a sign reading your name. You walked up and introduced yourself. They had a car and you got in.
At some point, you had tried to get out information regarding the group you had been assigned to, but apparently “once you meet with us in person” did not extend to your driver.
You were taken to a nice hotel that had been paid for by the company and told to rest. There would be a meeting at the company in the morning.
Just like on the plane, you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep, so you took your time getting ready.
There was a huge shower and a nice tub, so you decided, ‘screw it, I’m doing both’.
You washed yourself with soap that highlighted your natural omega scent and when you dried off, you lotioned everywhere.
After taking a tentative sniff of the hotel body wash, you were glad you brought your own. Evidently, all the money that the hotel got from its rich guests didn’t go into shower products.
You washed your face until you had practically rubbed a layer of skin off and then spent far too long picking an outfit.
Despite the limited space in your suitcases, you finally managed to find one you deemed adequate.
Checking yourself over in the mirror, you couldn’t help a little shiver of excitement.
Holy shit they want me. Me! MEEEEEEE!!!
Unfortunately, the excitement quickly turned into anxiety.
Fuck, what if they don’t? What if they look at me and say “oh shit she was actually supposed to go into the ‘never ever ever pile’”? Or worse. They know it’s you and they’re expecting you to be amazing and then you’re going to somehow set the building on fire.
You flopped backwards onto the way-too-big-for-any-one-person bed and just decided to space out to some music.
While you weren’t actually in the music business, it was cool that your new job had led you somewhere more . . . music-adjacent.
After listening to one or two songs and washing away your thoughts, your alarm went off, telling you it was time to go down to the lobby where another car would be waiting for you.
It was a short drive to the company and for the most part, you had managed to keep your sanity in check. However, once you saw the signs outside the building, your heartbeat skyrocketed.
Is this meeting with the managers or just the band? Maybe it will just be with managers or a special team for organizing the caretakers. Would you get to meet the other caretakers? That could be fun, getting to share tips and exchanging stories about awful clients.
That thought calmed you partially, but most of your brain was consumed with just one concern: god, I hope the band likes me.
You were ushered through the door and a pretty beta who introduced herself as Jisu took you to an elevator and up to the conference room where your meeting would take place.
They had given you a pastel yellow lanyard that said ‘CARETAKER’ and when you looked around the room, you could see that most of the people in the room had one as well.
After telling you to sit anywhere, Jisu left the room, presumably to greet and guide someone else.
You smiled at the people in the room, there were three other caretakers sitting at a table and two people who stood up looking down at clipboards. All of the caretakers were omegas, along with one of the clipboard people, but the other was a beta. One of the caretakers, a dark-skinned woman who looked to be just a couple years older than you, smiled back kindly and you elected to sit next to her. Her scent was like sweet wild berries.
She leaned over and whispered, “So, first time in Korea?” You couldn’t place her accent, but you wanted to hear more of it.
You turned to her and nodded. “Yes, but I’ve studied the language and culture so hopefully I’ll be able to adjust quickly.”
“Yes, but you can only learn so much without actually being here. It’s very different from my home,” she mused.
About to ask her where she was from, you were interrupted by Jisu escorting another person with a yellow badge into the room. Immediately after, a beta man in a suit came in with a bunch of files and sat down in the front of the room with his hands folded in front of him.
“Greetings, I am Park Kwang-sun and I will be overseeing all of the omegan caretaker operations. Today, we will train you on what the company expects from you as well as how to deal with any problems that will arise. Mostly, we will focus on what you can do in public and on camera versus what you can do in private. We should end at around lunchtime and then, after a break, you will receive the assignments regarding which band you will be tending to.”
You could feel the air go a little sharper, with every caretaker in the room anticipating which client they will get.
Kwang-sun continued on. “After that, you will meet with one of the managers of that band to discuss specifics and then the cars will take you back.”
Okay. Okay, no actual meeting the band today. That was fine. That way you could study up on the members and decide the best way to interact with them.
You settled in for a couple hours of watching a slideshow, telling you mostly that you couldn’t curse, reveal private information, or do anything inappropriate on camera or in public. It was a bit obvious and therefore a bit boring, but seeing a serious, professional man in a suit and perfect haircut stand with a slide behind him displaying every curse word you could think of, in English and Korean, did bring you some amusement.
Kwang-sun explained that since they were just starting out with an omegan caretaker program, along with the rest of the kpop industry, your role could be negotiated into what you felt was best for the band. If you just wanted to take care of them in private, or if you wanted to be with them 100% of the time, you could bring that up with the band and their managers and they would figure out the best way to adapt.
When it was time for break, they brought up meals from the cafeteria that were actually pretty good and you got to know a little about the other caretakers.
The dark-skinned woman was named Saira and she was born in India but studied in Paris. There was another woman, lighter-skinned but with striking purple lipstick named Millie, who was born and studied in London. The curly-haired man sitting next to Millie introduced himself as Justin, and he was from Cairo. The man who came in after you said his name was Jae and he was from Busan but studied in New York.
The company must have been serious about finding the best people for the job since these people came from all over. You felt slightly intimidated and definitely under qualified.
You were evidently the youngest there, then Justin, Millie, Saira, and finally Jae, though you and Jae were only a couple years apart.
You learned that Millie had always wanted to be a caretaker, inspired by the one that her pack had when she was young. Jae was originally planning to become a doctor and had even completed a year of pre-med, but decided to focus more on mental health. After growing up in a pack mostly made up of omegas, Saira studied pack dynamics with a focus on alphas in order to round out what she didn’t know from her own experience. Justin had been a mechanic and had planned on going to law school before he signed up for a part-time caretaker initiation program with his friend and discovered his calling.
It was nice to learn about the other caretakers and their experiences, but your thoughts were mostly occupied with which group you would be assigned to.
After seemingly ages, Kwang-sun came back with five files under his arm. Checking the names, he handed one out to each of you.
Huh. It looked so plain for something that was going to change your life. Just a manila folder with your name in black, bolded ink. You looked around to your fellow caretakers. No one had looked inside their files yet, awaiting instructions to do so. However, Jae and Saira, as the oldest, seemed to be much more composed than Justin and Millie who each had wide eyes mirroring your own.
Back at the front of the room, Kwang-sun had grabbed a clipboard from one of the two others in the room, neither of them had said anything for the entire time so you really didn’t know what they were here for.
Kwang-sun looked up with a smile. “Now, for what I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for. Here are your assignments: Jae you will be working with TWICE.”
A silent nod was all the acknowledgement Jae gave.
“Saira, you will be working with NMIXX.”
In response, she gave a thoughtful “hmm” but nothing more.
“Millie, you will be working with Xdinary Heroes.”
Her jaw dropped slightly but she took a deep breath and nodded like Jae.
“Justin, you will be working with ITZY.”
He let out a sharp exhale that sounded a bit like a laugh.
“And Y/N, you will be working with Stray Kids.”
You felt ice and fire fighting in your veins.
What?
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Plus size idol has a bad attitude and a chip on her shoulder because she made it in an industry where the odds are against her. She’s the kind of idol who proudly thinks “I got on this stage because of talent, not because of daddy’s money (Anton), plastic surgery (Wonbin), or steroids (Sungchan)”
Dark please.
Hi, sorry for taking so long, I had to change my phone that suddenly DIED and then I wrote one but didn't like it, I hope this one is a bit better, I struggled a bit with my words idk why, but I hope you like it!
BITCH
TW and tags: foursome, dark!idol!Anton, dark!idol!Sungchan and dark!idol!Wonbin x idol!plus size!reader, a bit of cum eating, cum play, no p in v, oral sex (f and m receiving), noncon, a touch of choking (like always), munch!Anton, god Idk what else please if you don't like dark content don't read.
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They didn't know how to describe their relationship with you, you were just... Such a bitch.
They tried to be on your good side, knowing how much influence you had on the industry.
You were an excellent artist, a good writer and singer, even a good actor, but God, they hated you so much.
They didn't believe the others when they told them to be careful with you, how could you ever do something wrong to them? You had those cute cheeks and that sweet smile on cameras, you treated your staff good and even directors loved you, so punctual and organized, always doing your best.
But with them, you would critic every little mistake they did.
First you had to share a waiting room out of the blue, theirs had a problem with the plugs and they needed to get their hair done, so they went to yours. You smiled when their manager talked to you, "oh don't worry, it's always a pleasure for me to be helpful!" Their manager got charmed by you instantly, thanking you many times before they could go in.
It was a chaotic day, having to get ready even faster than normal, everyone walking around and moving things, when suddenly they heard a crash.
Everyone looked at it, Wonbin had pushed a flower pot by accident and it got all your fan letters wet. You looked at it surprised, not knowing what to say, and Wonbin's ears got red instantly, embarrassed to the core. He bowed many times, apologizing, and you stopped him with your hand. "Accidents happen" you smiled.
All of them got up their seats and apologized at the same time. Their manager ran to ask for a hairdryer to one stylist that had gone out.
When you and the boys were alone, in silence, you spoke again. "Fucking rookies" you spat. All of them looked at you surprised by your tone. Your whole face had changed, your sweet camera smile nowhere to be found.
"We're really sorry" Shotaro, as the eldest, apologized again.
"Shut up, I don't want to heard any of you anymore, I'm tired of all your obnoxious voices" you were sitting in front of them. All of them standing with their heads down. "Do you think I'm a joke? Why did you think you could all run around as if it was your playground?"
They could feel the heat coming out of you, your voice making them feel small, tiny, as if they were nothing.
Their manager came back and started to dry the letters, you smiled and told him to not mind, they were just paper, they'd get dry on their own. "She's such a good person" the manager said later, hopeful eyes filled with emotion, touched by your kindness. They didn't dare to say what happened, just nodding.
Their second meeting was even worse. Anton's father was in the same show with you and they saw you on TV talking with him. "Please take care of him when you see him" he smiled, the exact same eyes that their maknae had. You replied immediately "oh please don't worry, I've met him already, he's such a sweet and respectful boy, I can see how much effort you've put into making him a great person" it had to be an accident what happened last time, you talked so good about one of their members on tv, caring and soft words were the only things that came out of you, maybe it was just a bad day, they thought.
When they met you in another program they knocked your door, everyone with their best smiles and a bouquet to apologize for what happened last time. One member of your staff opened the door, they could see you inside wearing a pretty pink gown, getting your hair done to the presentation in a couple of hours.
You lifted your eyes from your phone and looked to them. "Can you leave us alone a second?" You asked your staff, all of them left, leaving you alone. Maybe you would apologize to them too, right? "What did I tell you last time? I can see you're all stupid enough to come and bother me again" your glossy lips said smoothly, as if you were singing. They couldn't help but look at you, pink robe showing your legs, your hair up, neck naked, and your honey lips moving, spitting harsh words like a praise. "I guess you have no idea how to respect your seniors, you're lucky I'm a good one, but don't ever come here unannounced again, and this is my last warning, the next time I'll fucking kill you"
They left the flowers and went back to their room. No one said anything, but they all thought the same thing, "bitch".
When the show finished and they were leaving they saw some cleaning ladies pushing trash carts, their flowers showing on top of one, over a bunch of plastic bottles and makeup wipes.
At least they agreed on one thing, to never bother you again. However, what they didn't expect was the collaboration the company arranged with a couple of singers, you being one of them.
You'd be on one of their tracks that you'd write and produce.
Anton, Sungchan and Wonbin were the choosen ones, the others exhaled, feeling grateful to not being paired with you, and feeling sorry for the boys that would work with you.
They talked a lot about it, how would they behave in front of you, not talking unless they were asked to, not contradicting you and not even maintaining eye contact with you for too long, anything to work in peace and finish the job as fast as possible.
They couldn't deny how good of an artist you were, all your songs hits and your fandom making noise every time you arrived to shows.
It was unusual for a girl like you to be an idol, a big girl, your face was quite slim, but your thick legs and full chest always caught attention. Still, you were loved by many and they respected that.
And they liked it too.
"Hi boys, is such a pleasure to work with you, I hope we get a hit!" You laughed and raised your hand, cheering for them. Their manager smiled, wiped for you, while they smiled shyly, afraid of shifting the energy in the room if they weren't careful.
You all went to the recording room, alone there, you sat on the only chair, claiming your position, and they had to sit on the little couch behind you. You showed them your notes and told them your ideas for the song, a love song like usual. They nodded and agreed to everything you said.
If you said the sky was green and the grass blue, they would go along with you.
"I thought you were stupid only in front of me, but it seems you're like that all the time" you said after half an hour being together. They couldn't nod this time. "You're so useless, I don't know why would they make me work with you, some fucking rookies" you walked to grab your bag and pulled a box of cigarettes, everyone focus on your figure walking, appreciating your bubbly ass that showed through your yoga leggings and oversized t-shirt that tried to covered it but rolled over it. Then, when they saw you put the cigarette between your lips and search for a lighter, they looked at each other. It was prohibited to smoke there, but how could they defy you? "I'm sick of everyone disrespecting me, I got here after so much, you have no idea what I've been through to get here" you laughed sourly, "well, of course you don't know about it, I got here because of talent, not because of daddy’s money, plastic surgery, or steroids" the room started to get hot, their faces couldn't hide the irritation anymore, they perfectly knew who were you referring with your words but preferred to stay silent, biting their own tongue "and yet I feel like they continue laughing at me, making me their favorite joke" you slowly exhaled the smoke, not directing your eyes to them, as if you were talking to yourself.
They were exhausted, exhausted of you insulting them, critiquing them for everything, and doing their best to not snap.
"You really have no shame" Wonbin broke the silence after a long minute. "Talking like that, acting like big shit, and I guess that's why everybody laughs at you, trying to act big when you're just a fat bitch" he stood up and walked to you, the other two looked at him alarmed, shocked by the outburst. You, sitting, crossed your legs and exhaled a long line of smoke, maintaining eye contact with the talking boy, with a blank expression.
He smirked, seeing you sitting down there you were only a common girl, without no one on your side, and he felt like he could do anything to you. You felt that, you saw it on his face, you could recognize that expression anywhere, conceited, power hungry, resented. Then, he suddenly felt his hand burning, quickly moving it away. The other two jumped and walked to him, checking the mark your cigarette had left on his pale hand.
"What is wrong with you?!" Anton asked, shocked with your impulse. "You hurt him!"
Sungchan grabbed a cold water bottle from the mini fridge and pressed it against the burn spot. When he moved it away Wonbin checked his hand better, there was a small red spot getting darker because of the ash. He inspected it for a long time, too astonished, then after not much thinking he walked to the door and pressed the secure. The other two followed him with their eyes, holding their breath, waiting for what was gonna happen next.
You didn't waver, set on not appearing weak in front of those three rookies.
"I think you forgot something" he talked, hand on the door handle "You, at the end of the day, are just one girl, and we'll always be stronger than you" he turned his face to you, ears red again, but not from embarrassment this time, from rage.
You, in that exact moment, knew you'd get hurt too.
You gave him a sided smile, "do whatever you want, I'll fucking end your careers after I get out of here"
You saw the younger one put himself between Wonbin and you, as a wall, protecting you. "Hyung, let's talk about this, don't do anything careless" he tried to stop him, the other gave you a glance and then moved his attention to the taller one. "We can get on serious problems"
"We're already on serious problems, it doesn't matter what we do now, she's gonna talk around, we can say goodbye to any deal now" Sungchan, who remained on one side, finally talked.
"You too? What the hell are you thinking?" Anton didn't know what to do, he was displeased too, but going so far hadn't crossed his mind.
"I think this bitch needs a lesson, if we don't give it to her now, she's gonna continue acting like this with others" he grabbed Anton's shoulders and made him turn to you, you were still on your place, frowning, not having were to go, expecting the younger one to help you escape, but when Wonbin whispered to his ear, you knew it was over "look at her, she's not regretful at all, and if we don't do it now, someone else is gonna do it later"
Anton agreed with that, someone was gonna teach you a lesson at some point, and it better be them, right?
When Anton's eyes wandered around your body, hips and thighs bigger on that chair, chest so full it was slightly spilling over your bra, he decided this was a job they had to do.
The job he wanted to do.
Sungchan saw the conviction on Anton's eyes, and when his lips slightly parted, the two older boys smiled. "You can have the first taste" Wonbin pushed him closer to you.
A chill ran down your legs, "move, now" you stood up and ordered the younger one. The three of them were in front of you, all of them taller, you had to lift your head to look at them in the eyes, you had never felt so small in your life. When they saw you there, cornered, eyes up and hands shaking, with the same fucking bossy expression, as if you had any power there, they snickered.
Wonbin nodded to Sungchan, who instantly understood what the other wanted. The two of them caught your arms and made you sit on your chair again. Anton was in front of you, still doubting, not knowing what to do.
"Stop right now! Let me go!" You demanded and squirmed, trying to get yourself free.
"Don't move so much, it's gonna happen you want it or not, no one is gonna help you, there are no cameras here to not leak content, and the whole room is soundproof" you felt yourself get weaker with Wonbin's words, your lips started to quiver and your eyes tried to soften the youngest so he could help you. You looked at him with your most helpless eyes, pleading for help. He sighed, and you saw his face change, desire starting to show on it.
"Come on, you need to pacify her now, if you don't she'll be all feisty later" Sungchan laughed. Wonbin knew he'd need a little help, so he lifted your t-shirt and pulled down your bra, your full tits bounced with the rough movement and the maknae's eyes couldn't leave you, tongue wetting his lips. You were about to scream when Wonbin made you bite your shirt to maintain it up, and then he covered your mouth so you wouldn't spit it. Sungchan decided to move to the back of the chair, grabbing both your arms with one hand.
Your full chest was there, in front of their eyes. Your tits were perfect for all of them, so big and full, your nipples were bigger than what they had ever seen, but they still liked them, all round and calling for them to get a taste.
Sadly, the two older ones needed the youngest to be on board, so he'd have the privilege of the first taste.
Anton kneeled in front of you, his big hands went first to your waist, to see how much he could hold, and then they started to roam up, holding the weight of your tits with his hands before he gave you a look. You didn't move, your eyes were getting a bit wet, but you tried to keep an stoic aspect, strong as always. He didn't waste any more time and gave them a good lick, moaning to himself. They felt so good on his tongue his eyebrows frown. They were soft, easy to handle, and he had to enjoy it as much as he could.
He kept licking them, his tongue playing with one of your nipples while one of his hands molded the other, pinching your little bud every now and then. He played with both of them like that for a good time, making you feel more and more wet with time, you still felt bad, kind of sick of the way he seemed to enjoy it so much, making eye contact until you couldn't and decided to lift your gaze.
Big error, you saw the expression on the visual boy, smiling, proud of his member working you so well, and felt worse.
You shook your head and tried to kick him to get away, but the young boy was so strong he pushed his weight into your thighs so you didn't interrupt his activity.
"Come on, do something else, we don't have all day" Sungchan talked behind you. Anton found the strength he needed to pull apart from your tits and touched your thighs, watching you with a drunk expression. Your nipples were hard, glistening with his saliva, begging to receive more attention, but he couldn't monopolize you.
"Pull down her pants" Anton, after Wonbin ordered him, started to pull down your pants and your panties, slowly, trying to see as much of you as he could to remember it later. Your soft and thick thighs showed a couple of marks because of their size, but he followed the way they pushed against the velvet seat and thought how good they would feel around his face.
And your pussy, god, so plump and wet, he made you open your legs, lifting one over the chair arm, and saw your sweet pussy shine, like honey pouring down, he thought, wanting to taste you.
"Can I..." Anton mumbled.
"Do it" Wonbin encouraged him. Anton didn't need more, he opened your lips with his fingers and saw how precious you looked down there, then he pressed his flat tongue onto your clit, eyes closed and almost rolling of how good you tasted.
He slurped, the wet sounds echoing in the room made everything more dirty and the two other boys felt their tips tingle, dying for their turn.
"Shit, she's dripping" Sungchan said, the sound of your pussy was so dirty his head started to get numb, and when you let your head fell because of the stimulation, looking up and catching each others eyes, he couldn't resist it and with his free hand squeezed your tit. He wanted to kiss you, push his tongue into your mouth, but you were still biting your shirt. You squirmed, overstimulated with his little touches over your sensitive nipples and the other boy eating the life out of you.
"Are you gonna be a good girl now?" Wonbin asked on your side, you moved your eyes to him and nodded, not being able to talk because of the shirt he made you bit. "Good" he let your mouth free and stripped your t-shirt off.
You felt the cold air touch your naked body and slightly shivered.
You screamed, a clear and loud "Fuck you". Wonbin slapped you, shaking your whole body. You stayed there, mute, feeling your cheek sting, and decided to just stay silent from that moment on. You couldn't afford to get hurt, you had job to do later, and tomorrow, and the next day. The boy slurping your juices hadn't even noticed the other hurt you, too concentrated on his dessert.
"Can I kiss her now?" Sungchan asked, polite and eager, after seeing you cry in silence, but calm. Wonbin nodded and Sungchan grabbed your chin to make your head fall again and kiss you, softly at first, then deeper. Your tongue felt like velvet against his, soft and wet, smooth, like the seat you were dripping on. He couldn't contain himself anymore, he stopped kissing you and pulled down his zipper and his underwear, just enough for his dick to bounce in front of your face, moving his hand up and down his member. Your lipgloss was smudged around your mouth and you looked up to him with dull eyes, death, and distracted with the boy between your legs, trying to contain the sounds that wanted to escape, you couldn't let them know how much stimulated you were.
You were so close, your hole started to beg for something to fill it, but of course you'd never say it. You're eyes were unfocused and, after a couple of minutes containing them, pretty moans started to leave your lips. "Wait, wait, please" you begged, with your singing voice, it sounded like an echo, music to their ears.
You didn't want to cum, you couldn't get more humiliated, not more.
"Move" Wonbin pushed Anton's head away of you. You sighed, glad the boy helped you resist. You were wrong, he pushed Anton to occupy that spot, eating you even harder, with his thumb poking your entrance.
"That's not fair, I wanted her to cum on my mouth" Anton protested and tried to push the older boy "I deserve her orgasm"
"Shut up, you were about to cum faster than her" Sungchan laughed, still jerking off in front of your face. The image of your dumb face and open lips making those sounds was enough to drive him crazy.
"Hyung please let me, I'll let you put your dick first, I swear" Anton pleaded. Wonbin didn't want to, but he had a soft spot for the youngest, so he moved away and let him finish you. Your hands were free now, hanging yourself on your seat, trying to calm yourself, but when the boy pushed his face onto your entrance you had to grab something else, so you grabbed his hair, hard, wanting to hurt him as much as they hurt you.
It had the opposite effect. Your pussy dripping, with your hands pulling his hair, made him insane. He rubbed his dick against your free leg, and when your hands painfully pulled his hair with force and your pussy spammed around Wonbin's fingers, he came. While he was cumming he didn't stop slurping, drinking your orgasm like a thirsty man.
Sungchan moved his dick to your lips, touching it with the tip. You were still drunk on the feeling, trying to recollect yourself, when Sungchan decided it was a good idea to cum on your face. His cum fell onto your lips, and he moved it around your mouth, smearing it over the rest of your lipgloss.
"You have two options, what do you want to do, do you want me to fuck your pussy or to fuck your mouth?" Wonbin said putting his hand around your neck, making you look at him in the eyes. Sungchan had decided to sit on the couch to recover, and Anton on the floor, next to you and caressing your thigh, also trying to catch his breath, but focusing more in his fingers drawing on your skin.
You didn't want to choose, the cum on your mouth tasted like shit and your legs hurt, you only wanted it to end and go home, but you could see in the eyes of the boys that they wanted a lot more of you.
Tears started to flow out of your eyes, one by one, falling down your eyes, which made Wonbin smile more, giving you a peck on the lips Sungchan had dirtied with his orgasm.
"I want to go, please, I'm tired" you cried. Anton's hand got tighter on your leg and Wonbin's hand too, around your throat. You wanted to cough, not being able to breath.
"She's been good, I think she deserves a kiss and to go home" Anton said with a sweet tone, low.
"Well, I think she deserves one more orgasm" Sungchan smiled at you, proud of his work.
"You both say that because you got to cum, but what about me?" Wonbin was defensive, his hand kept squeezen your throat and your eyes burned.
"Then you can use her mouth, but not her hole, if one fuckes her, everyone fucks her, deal?" Sungchan said with authority. Wonbin scoffed at the sudden lider.
"You've heard him, you have no option now" Wonbin was quickly to pull down his underwear, the time was running out and they had an schedule after their session with you. What would happen next? They didn't care. They knew, when they saw the fear in your eyes, that you'd never talk about this. Three rookies fucking you? Who would believe you? Were you trying to brag around that you fucked those gorgeous men?
His grip around your neck got loose. You coughed and he let you catch your breath. He knew you'd need that air when he was fucking your mouth, because he was going to fuck it properly, like a bitch like you deserved.
He made you kneel in front of him, grabbing your arm and pushing you to the floor. It hurt your knees, you made a painful noise and Anton side-eyed him, not liking how he treated you. "Don't do that again, those are not the kind of marks we should leave on her" Anton, on your side, held your hair with care and moved it out of your face so you could be more comfortable.
"Why do you care so much how we treat her?" Sungchan bluffed.
"She's mine too, and I like to take care of my things" he cleaned your tears with his thumbs, caressing your chin and giving you a look full of love. He smiled at you, not showing his teeth, but sweet enough to make you warm.
And you hated that.
"Anton-ah, help me, please" you sobbed. He nodded.
"Of course honey, one more orgasm, right?" He answered, making you cry harder.
"Now say ahh" Wonbin grabbed your hair and made you sit back in your knees. You had to hold yourself with one hand behind you, your tummy and thick thighs completely showing. You were almost completely naked, only your usual expensive jewelry on your neck and wrist.
Those golden jewels look so good on you, all naked and glowing. Your face was sweaty and had cum around your mouth, filthy, contrasting with your gold necklace with a little heart around your throat.
Wonbin licked his lips and pushed the tip of his cock in front of you. You had no option than to leave a little kiss on it, closing your eyes to not look at him.
He had a pretty cock, pink with a red tip, as if even it was angry and trying to break you. You licked it as much as you could, covering the left part of it with your pretty hand with the bracelet tingling.
Anton held your hair to help you, and when he moved his eyes down your chest to your thighs he couldn't help but pay attention to your pretty tummy, a little pouch over your chubby and pretty pussy. His free hand started to touch your clit, gently at first, but then, second by second, he started to want more, and at some point, when Wonbin pushed your mouth over his whole dick, tired of your lame work, he pushed two fingers inside you, distracting you. "You're doing such a good job" he praised you.
Sungchan got enough, he situated behind you again, pushing his cock to your lower back and kissing your cheek and pinching both nipples between his fingers. "Cum one more time, just one more" he begged.
It was too much, you wanted to cream but your mouth was busy with Wonbin's cock. Your eyes cried and cried, and muffled sounds stayed on your mouth.
After minutes that seemed to never end, when Wonbin was about to cum, he pushed your head out of his cock, jerking in front of you. You couldn't think, shaking with Anton's fingers inside you and the tension forming in your stomach.
"Stop!" You tried to remove his fingers out of you, feeling something close. A strong orgasm, the strongest you've ever had on your life.
Sungchan, still rubbing his dick with your back, left your tits alone and grabbed your waist, making you fuck yourself against Anton's fingers.
You yelled after a minute, coming hard as never. A liquid poured over Anton's hand and leaked to the floor wood, making a little pod. At the same time Sungchan came over your back, and Wonbin over your beautiful chest, with white drops falling all around, one drop over your heart necklace.
You shook and fell onto Sungchan's arms. He held you, giving you a soft kiss on your temple. "Good girl" he appreciated.
You closed your eyes, about to pass out, trying to breath normally again, but opened them again after you felt a sting on your chest, almost near your collarbone, hissing of pain. "This is a gift, so you never forget what happens if you don't behave" Wonbin kissed your cheek. He had burned you with a different cigarette, one he had just smoked.
Anton pushed his hand away. "I told you to not hurt her" he was mad with Wonbin's action, hugging your side and giving you a kiss on your other cheek to comfort you.
You cried and hugged the youngest, big and warm, comforting you like a little girl.
Anton and Sungchan helped you to get dressed. Your thighs were a mess and they were looking for something to help you get clean when they heard knocking over the door.
The three of them looked at each other alarmed, it was impossible to hide you or the mess they had done.
Wonbin decided to give face and make the people on the other side of the door leave. He opened it, trusting the other two to cover you.
Eunseok was there, looking a bit tired. "We have to go, manager says that..." He looked inside the room. It was impossible to not understand what happened, the smell of sex and orgasms was too strong, and the boys were glowing, clearly satisfied.
You stood up and ran to the door, not leaving time enough for the bigger boys to hide you. "Get me out of here, now!" You demanded. You weren't wearing pants and he could see how fucked you were, hair dirty and smelly, face smeared of gloss and what he recognized as semen.
"What the- what have you done?!" He was terrified, holding your hands inside his. You threw yourself into his arms, shaking, "Really guys? Without me?"
All the boys in the room smiled with the cry that came out of you.
Such a bitch, they thought.
#riize x plus size reader#riize x reader#dark!riize#dark!wonbin#riize smut#dark riize#dark!anton#dark!sungchan#PLEASE READ TW
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—angel or devil?; y.jh
synopsis being friends with seventeen had many perks, one of which being helping one another with indivudal needs. every member was fine with it, the trust between you and the group being so strong, but why did jeonghan never want any help?
notes yoon jeonghan x afab!reader, 5.5k smut + a lil bit of angst/fluff? reader is “shared” between the 13 members.. idk how to put it, idolverse, switch!reader, switch!jeonghan, brief mentions of the other members, and their dicks, consensual slapping but only once, jeonghan calls reader dumb, use of whore/slut, reader is adressed as “girl” multiple times
➤ i’ve posted on ao3 before but never tumblr so hi. hoping to come here more often if enough ppl like this D: i have a small draft of a dancer!hoshi au that i was hoping could be a full thing one day... and many more svt thoughts so pls send me asks!! enjoy <3
taglist @kayleeshinee @thinkinboutwonu @nothingwasnotfound @rubyhoons
“you’re insatiable,” joshua chuckled.
“no, i take advantage of my opportunities.”
the two of you were in shua’s room, him picking out a shirt for the day while you sat on the edge of his bed. the members had made plans to split up long-awaited errands, from trying out new noodle flavors to finding a lamp for chan’s room.
hooking up with 13 of your hot friends was convinient. you all trusted each other, having known one another for years, and being in the idol industry allowed little time to deal with personal needs. being able to play off a blowjob as a friendly hangout made things easy, because all it was was a friendly hangout.
with an included handjob.
even if they were your friends, being so close was an easy reminder that they were just men. 13 men. in one place. they were closer than anyone you knew, and it was nice to know they all somewhat tried to be responsible of their place.
all, but one.
“at least it’ll be 3 equal groups, i feel like the group i’m put in always has more work to do.”
“how come 3? who’s not coming?”
you looked up at the boy, catching a slightly annoyed smile on his lips. “jeonghan got out of it because he has a wish coupon.”
some people think seventeen are just too good at being entertainers, that it’s all fake for the camera. in truth, they’re the exact same when it’s just them. jeonghan is known to be a cheater, but he’s cunning. he values promises and remembers everything for his team; for himself. so when jeonghan made everyone coffee after a long day in the studio in 2019 followed by a chorus of “we owe you one, jeonghannie-hyung!”, he, like you, couldn’t let an opportunity pass. so on the one day the group decided to come together to get work done, jeonghan reminded everyone of his kind deeds and was allowed to stay home. you had stopped questioning the team’s ethics after a while. no matter how well you knew one another, it was nothing like the 13 of them. you were nowhere near close enough to have “wish coupons”.
so yes, you did know them pretty well, you did hook up with the members, but there was one you had yet to really get with. none other than yoon jeonghan himself.
he was impossible to figure out. maybe it was because he didn’t want to ask for “help,” or maybe it was because there was nobody he could trust like his members. joshua knew it was a little bit of both, but it was also a little bit of jeonghan being himself. a tease. wanting you to come and get him. so if joshua told everyone not to argue with the second-oldest’s request, it was just him being a good best friend.
joshua had thrown on a classic button down at this point, putting a lip balm in his bag as he looked back at you. “leave like, at least 10 minutes after us.”
“i know,” you smiled. you never know.
“we’ll get going then! you know how to cook if you want to eat anything,” his voice got a little deeper as if he was hiding a laugh, “or if you want to be eaten.”
“what the hell jos-”
the door shut with a series of giggles.
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eaten is an underestimate.
wanting jeonghan when he was right there was almost painful. eye contact as you sat with the other members. hands brushing against each other’s when reaching for chopsticks. he definitely knew what he was doing to you, a devilish smirk below his angel eyes, waiting for you to retract your hand first.
but jeonghan had to be an angel, because god was truly on your side that day.
finding a bathroom in a dorm of four units shouldn’t be as difficult as it was. most of the doors looked the exact same, the members cleaning them in order to post up new decorations. your favorite bathroom was the third unit’s— seungkwan was very particular with the hand soap scents. as you made your way down the hallway, you suddenly heard a pained noise.
jeonghan is the only other one here. jeonghan’s room is in the fourth unit.
your quest to find the bathroom was quickly forgotten as you opened doors to find jeonghan’s room. across the door you were about to open, you could hear soft crying, making you dash towards the door you suspected led to jeonghan’s room.
in your hastiness, you pulled the door open without a knock, scanning the room for jeonghan.
he wasn’t hard to find.
half-naked body splayed out on top of a pillow, your eyes made contact with his own, wet and slightly alarmed. you tried to not move your vision any further, beginning to back away towards the door, until you heard his broken voice.
“y/n,” the boy breathed, stopping you in your tracks.
you whispered back, “jeonghan.”
“can you help me?” it was so simple, said in a pleading voice. the silence surrounding you two was interrupted by your light steps towards him before you planted yourself into the edge of his bed. he had been sitting up by now, pillow still in between his legs just below his cock.
“you’re.. are you sure?”
“yes, y/n, god yes”
be a quick thinker. don’t ask dumb questions.
“what do you want me to do, jeonghan?” you held eye contact as you wiped his flushed cheeks dry.
“anything you want.”
that was all the confirmation you needed before guiding him towards the back of his bed, letting him rest against the pillows as you settled between his legs. his shirt was slightly oversized, not enough to get in the way but still an annoyance.
you took the hem between your fingers and looked up at him. “can we get this off?”
jeonghan’s eyes were closed and his lips were parted. a peach blush glowed on his face as he tried looking at you through his lashes. “cold… i get cold easily.”
for some reason the admittance made you grin, not being able to stop your hands from traveling up into his hair because the boy looked so different, so small. “tell me what’s off limits,” jeonghan demanded more than asked. you didn’t think too much about it.
“nothing gross. play with me, make it hurt if you want. let out whatever pent up frustration you have. i’ve been waiting too long to care.” he gave a small nod and slowly blinked. a true angel.
“such a pretty boy, maybe the prettiest out of them all. why’d you have to be such a tease, hm? could’ve done this so much sooner.”
his breathing was heavy and your faces were barely inches apart. the tears had been long gone and his eyes were more opened, albeit dark and half lidded. if you hadn’t been so close, you would’ve missed the way his lips began to curve upwards. such a tease.
“well, we’re here now, baby. why don’t you do as i asked? use that mouth for something else.”
well, you could play that game too.
“baby, if you want something then you’ll have to be a bit more specific than that. i could use my mouth for something like this,” you paused to act out an example, closing the gap between you two to press your mouth just upon his, taunting his lips to see if he’d make a move first.
that time, you felt his smile creep. “or, i could do this.” you smiled back before lowering your head to his neck, this time kissing his skin. he didn’t try to hide the low moan that escaped his lips when you bit down and sucked a bruise into the area.
jeonghan seemed to have had enough by then, as he snaked his fingers to your hair, softly pulling you off of his throat as if giving a warning. you were slightly taken aback by the change in demeanor, but he casually tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows.
“are you dumb or a brat?”
oh.
the hand carding through your hair suddenly yanked your head down, jeonghan using his other hand to discard his shirt.
“i’m pretty sure i asked you to help me, not bitch off. you want specifics? i’m gonna cum twice today, okay? be a good girl and suck me off.”
you obeyed, placing one hand at his base followed by your lips wrapping around his tip, but you also took it as a challenge. you wanted to break yoon jeonghan. in order to do that, you had to give him the best blow job of your life. the other 13, it didn’t have to be competitive or too sexual. but jeonghan and you already had tension, so finally relieving it was bound to be intense.
contrary to popular belief, yoon jeonghan didn’t give a fuck.
if he was enjoying it, he’d be loud. if he hated it, you’d get a blank stare under raised eyebrows. his pride didn’t get in the way of pleasure, but pleasure wasn’t easy for him to get.
hookups weren’t his thing, relationships got messy as an idol. it wasn’t like he hadn’t done either, but his transparency disappointed and scared away most. he was frustrated. but you,
you were pretty good.
eye contact seemed to be a regular thing between you two. you stared each other down even as your head bobbed on his dick, as you made a show of licking a stripe up the shaft, as you planted kitten licks on the tip. his hands once again found your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail. jeonghan hadn’t had a blowjob in a while, let alone a good one, so he knew he wouldn’t last as long as he’d like.
breaking yoon jeonghan was easy if you did it right.
you knew you had because he broke the eye contact first. you slowly took inch after inch of his cock, showing him your limits. when you were so close to reaching his base, jeonghan’s hands in your hair abruptly pushed your head down his length, tears welling into your eyes as you eased into comfort. the sight made jeonghan throw his head back against the pillows, his loudest moan being released. after that, he used one hand to guide your mouth up and down, moans more frequent and high pitched. his noises did something to you too, pride welling up in your chest as your mouth vibrated around his dick from your own moans.
“cum.. a-ah, m’ gonna cum, don’t stop,” he heaved out, voice slightly frantic. it was almost mesmerizing, him being a dominant tease one second and pathetically mewling the next. your left hand found his balls, feeling around and eventually trailing a feathery finger up his body to his nipples. rolling the nub between two of your digits seemed to do the trick, his grip on your hair tightening then the hand falling to his side, a loud cry of your name, and his cum shooting down your throat.
you swallowed as much as you could, catching your breath but making sure you can catch the boy in a fucked-out state. if he was gorgeous before, he was ethereal now. you shifted closer to him, making sure to not taunt his sensitive cock as his eyes stayed shut. your hands found his jaw, then his ears, then his slightly damp hair before finally swinging around his neck, your head pressed against his chest.
“y/n,” he whispered, aware of the distance between the two of you. you felt his gentle touch wiping his excess fun from your lips.
“so beautiful, hannie.” he shut his mouth. “all that big talk for someone who can’t even ride his pillow?”
“fuck… off, baby, you think you can ride any better?” even through his high you could tell the chill of the room kissed his skin. he sounded exhausted already, but you knew better than to think this was ending anytime soon.
“i think i can, angel. who would’ve guessed you’re a little pillow prince? wanna crumble under me one more time?”
you don’t think you’ll ever be able to figure this guy out. when he spoke, his voice was molasses, deep and slow like he was talking to a toddler. “maybe i do. does my baby want me to fuck her instead? seventeen’s slut? right? or,” his hands crept under your shirt, brushing against lace, “just a whore for me?”
his cold hands made you shiver. the lingerie was on before you had heard about the members’ plans to go out, just as a fun surprise for whoever caught you. “it’s not usually like this. you know we’re all just friends.”
he cocked a brow at that, playing with the flowery fabric under your shirt. “oh? what does that make us?”
“too many questions,” you murmured, giving in and removing the top, leaving you in the pink bra and matching panties hidden by shorts.
he raised an eyebrow at you, signaling you weren’t quite done yet. you climbed off the bed to tug off the bottoms before propping yourself onto his lap.
jeonghan’s hands found the curve of your ass, running them upon of the lace while your arms found their place around his neck again.
“my my, what a coincidence. the whore is all dressed up. do you walk around like this everytime you’re here? does a different member find you every time? how do they fuck you, baby?”
you tried testing him. “so good. mingyu’s so big, soonyoung has so much energy, jihoon is so good at talking. especially shua. he may be the better version of you.”
the smirk that had been resting on jeonghan’s lips twitched. he moved one hand up your back to the clasp of your bra, swiftly undoing it and letting it fall into the space between your laps.
“shua can do that, too.”
breaking yoon jeonghan was to figure out which buttons to push in order to rile up his indifferent self.
“can shua fucking handle you?” he spat, the rest of his body calm as the hand near your chest moved towards your breasts. “does he put a dog leash on you to get you to shut up? aren’t you here to help?”
breaking yoon jeonghan was not just watching his body fall apart beneath you. breaking yoon jeonghan was challenging him back mentally until he couldn’t take it.
“shua likes to choke me. shua’s hands are bigger than yours and his dick is thicker.”
jeonghan scoffed, tracing his pointer finger around the skin of your nipples. “not longer?”
“maybe the same length. jun’s is longer and thicker.”
“tsk tsk, cockslut. didn’t you say i was the prettiest?”
break him. see how far he can go.
“what good does a face do during sex?”
test his limits.
that one got a slap delivered to your cheek with the hand that had previously been on your chest. you couldn’t suppress the moan that swam past your lips, the hand fondling your ass toying with the hem of your panties.
“fucking slut.” he sounded out each syllable once again like a preschool teacher. “maybe you’re right. but let me ask you this.” your panties were pulled down and his fingers greeted your wetness which gained a low chuckle from the man. “you wanna get fucked or not?”
not good enough. “weren’t you the one coming to me asking for help?”
he had quickly regained his composure, gripping your jaw with a sly smirk. “don’t worry about me, baby. i’m yoon jeonghan. i can fuck whoever i want.”
“i have 12 other guys waiting to fuck me everyday, you responded, not sounding as assertive as you would’ve liked.
“but aren’t you curious, sweetheart? you don’t wanna complete your set? satisfied with 12?” his fingers began to rub around your clit, hand from your jaw reaching towards his side table to nimbly retrieve lube.
is it worth it to wait this long? should i tell him to fuck me already?
you didn’t need to contemplate an answer when you felt dripping wet fingers around your clit. anything on your mind was cut off by your loud moan, relieved at the touch.
your sudden needy whines only made him laugh more, a finger teasing your entrance. “maybe if my face wasn’t so useless during sex, i would’ve gone down on you.”
“jeonghan, hannie, please. i’ll be so good, m’ sorry-!” he cut you off with a finger inside you, thumb caressing your clit at the same time.
“maybe next time, darling. if you learn to behave, that is.”
you buried your face into his neck, holding it there before lifting your head towards his ear. “i’m fine, i’m ready. i’m already opened up.”
he slowed his fingers. “who was the last one to fuck you and when?”
“ch-cheol. it was.. like.. maybe six a.m. i don’t know. i fell asleep here after the movie we watched.. last night.. so he just carried me to his room.”
“then why was hao the last person out the door?”
“so many quest-” your eyes met for the 100th time that day and you could tell he was truly curious. “…he just wanted to kiss. said he was still sleepy.”
jeonghan sighed, turning you over gently so he was on top of you. he fully pulled your panties down, holding the fabric in his hands for a few seconds before throwing them to the side.
“sure, i’m a pillow prince. i don’t do this shit. i promise you, i could. i’m doing it for you right now. pretty girl, this clearly isn’t going anywhere, hm? so let me fuck that attitude out of you and we can do it again sometime. am i clear enough for your useless brain?”
“yes, hannie.”
“safe word?”
“..melon.”
yoon jeonghan is forever a mystery to you.
he smiled, sickeningly sweet like a stash of ahloween candy, and brushed your hair away from your eyes. “good girl. let me kiss my pretty baby.”
he planted a hand under your thigh and the other beneath your head as your arms familiarly met the back of his neck. the action allowed you to pull him in, smiles on both your faces as your lips finally met.
you knew part of the reason you had this arrangement with your friend is because you were all sure nobody would get attached in the wrong way. but that was before you had ever gone the whole way with jeonghan , when he was everywhere around you but nowhere in reach. you had kissed the rest of them, for comfort, for pleasure, for fun, but why was it so much different right now?
right now it was so soft. it was giggles while catching your breaths, it was sucking the life out of each other, it was your fingers ghosting his locks and the pads of his against the smooth of your skin. it was his silk touch, his silk lips, his silk hair, his silk voice.
when you pulled away once more, you smiled at him, the moment too soft for you to care about your failed seductiveness. “when do i get to be fucked, hannie?”
yoon jeonghan, the mystery.
if you thought shua was the switch of seventeen, or rough, next to jeonghan, shua was vanilla.
shua was rough, but sweet with his words. a gentleman, everyone would say. jeonghan’s twin flame.
jeonghan was mean.
“so eager to have my cock in you. thought it wasn’t big enough? thick enough?” he leaned towards his side table again, opening a drawer to get a condom before rolling it onto himself.
“w-was lying, han. it’s perfect, you’re perfect. fuck me already,” you choked out, once again taken aback by the switch in personality.
he was so hot when he was mean. different from the other members. he did it so causally, almost expressionless. “i’ll destroy you, sweetheart. good girls don’t lie. i hate liars. only reason m’ still in a room with you is cause’ someone has to fuck some sense into you. seems like twelve dicks still can’t tame you.”
with that, he flipped you over, earning a yelp from your mouth as you were pushed into the bed, jeonghan telling you to get onto all fours. a hand was harshly hit onto your ass before jeonghan lined himself up with your slit and slipped his cock in.
“let me know when i can move, sweetheart,” the velvet of his voice melted into your ears. after a few moments, you murmured a green light and bottomed out, hands resting on your waist. you pressed the upper half of your body more downwards, eliciting a groan from jeonghan as he watched your back arch.
“you may be the slowest member yet,” you pushed your luck, deep breaths as you felt him pick up the pace.
when silence had grown just enough for you to think you wouldn’t get a response, jeonghan landed another slap into your ass, kneading the red after the hit. “good things come to good girls to wait. if you’re going to be a bitch, i have no problem slowing down a little more. maybe just stopping. how’s that, bunny?”
you guessed it was a rhetorical question because he suddenly sped up, the erotic sounds and skin slapping almost making you dizzy, but jeonghan had other things in mind.
fisting your hair, he yanked your body parallel to his, maneuvering his hands to play with your tits. “you were all talk when it was time to speak shit, but when i ask you a question you’re an idiot? think you can still handle me?”
you tried moaning loud in response, being it was the easiest option, but jeonghan’s fingers met your mouth and they were slipped between your lips. he chuckled as you sucked, pulling them out shortly after and replacing the wet digits onto your nipples in return for a whine. he tsked in response, but he sounded disappointed.
he pushed your body back down into its arch, pulling his dick almost all the way out of your cunt and holding it there for a moment. “what’s going on in your mind, sweetheart? wanna hear your pretty voice.”
“you- you fucker, just move-ah!” jeonghan slammed back into you, sucking in a breath from above.
“tell me, y/n,” he thrust in and out slow much to your (and his, but it was his choice) frustrastion.
“are you really able to help 13 of your friends get off without ruining your bond with any of them? are you good enough for them? for us?” he pulled your hair once more, your bodies meeting as he leaned into your ear.
“for me?”
it did sound a lot more complicated than it was, but the group wasn’t uncomfortable at all and nor were you. you knew you weren’t a fucktoy, in fact they helped you almost as much as you helped them. it was just an easy way to get around a difficult problem— for some members, like vernon, it was more of a one or two time thing, but for others like soonyoung, you never knew what to expect. high sex drive or not, they were all just a group of respectful men you knew you could trust. they were all hot, you especially knew, but the thought of ruining your bond hadn’t come up since your small crush on dokyeom.
well, there was no bond to ruin between you and jeonghan until now.
it was just a game. of course the two of you were friends, getting lunch every now and then and comfotably hanging out with other members, but him being the only member to not initiate anything with you had put an inevitable space between your relationship.
you had generally been closer to the older members, especially jisoo, yet the hookups you had with all 12 had never been this intimate. but, anything more than a friendship and casual hookups with jeonghan would mean the arrangement you had with every other member would be destroyed just because jeonghan finally came around to fucking you.
well, shit. that was a thought for another day.
you turned your head so that your faces met each others, half-open eyes still giving away your gentle smile. “that’s what i’m here for, hannie. if i’m not good enough, then make me.”
“cute, but i’d rather you prove it. this is for me, remember?” with that, jeonghan pulled out of you, your cunt clenching around nothing as you huffed out of frustration. he rolled over, fixing his pillows as he layed back so nonchalantley you had to hold back a scoff. finally, his droopy eyes slowly greeted yours, one side of his mouth lifitng. “i told you i don’t like liars, right? if you think you’re any better than me, come and get it, baby.”
ah. you really needed to watch your words around jeonghan— joshua wasn’t lying when he said the older remembered everything to his advantage. you were practically drooling for him at this point, eagerly climbing onto his lap as his hands found your waist. being as he was just inside you, it was an easy slide when you sunk back onto his cock.
jeonghan’s moans were louder than you thought they would be. wanting a reminder, you didn’t let the pleasure faze you as you rolled your hips.
just as you had began to move, jeonghan’s phone on the table beside his bed began to chime. jeonghan’s everlasting love for his members would never let him silent his phone. you peered over as a favor, trying to make out the caller id.
“it’s seungkwan-ah,” you breathed, setting a slow pace to stop the two of you from getting overwhelmed.
“pick it up, please.”
you knew from the games he played with the members, but jeonghan was a master at manipulation. he catered his way of speaking to everyone, being able to analyze even a cashier he’d never see again. it was the “please” that threw out any rational hesitance from your brain as you leaned into jeonghan’s body, extending your arm to reach for the phone.
you answered the call. “hello?”
“hyung! is there- y/n?”
oh. you forgot about how you were going to explain that it wasn’t jeonghan answering the phone. this seemed to be the boy in question’s plan all along, a dimple on his right cheek deepening on his skin.
“oh… seungkwan! jeonghan is in the shower.. so i picked up for him! what’s up?”
you heard a faint voice in the back, seungkwan responding to the mystery person with a really? before placing his focus back on you. “wonu hyung told chan that shua hyung said you were leaving the dorms? did something happen?”
you looked at jeonghan, his smile growing wider as his eyebrows knit together. you knew he would mock your inability to lie if the circumstances were different.
“i got kind of hungry… and took a nap.. what did you need from jeonghan?”
seungkwan seemed to not care enough to look into your story, taking a second to remember what he called for. “oh! if you’re near the kitchen, can you check which cereal box is empty? hyung said he really liked this one brand.”
you looked at jeonghan for help, and instead of a cereal brand answer, he moved your arm away from his face and whispered, “you’re going too slow, baby.”
he then placed his hands back on your waist, bringing you up and down his cock, making you clamp your hand over your mouth.
“y/n?” the phone spoke.
for a second, jeonghan seemed to have mercy on you, halting his movements so you can talk into the speaker. “um… cinnamon toast c-ah! crunch!”
it wouldn’t be jeonghan if he was that easy on you. he slammed you back down onto his cock mid sentence.
“oh? i thought hyung hated cinnamon… oh well. thanks, noona!”
you rushed a quick “bye” before hanging up and throwing the phone on the other side of the bed, jeonghan giggling below you.
“fuck you,” you gritted, seeing as he’s no longer helping you get off.
“you already are, babe.” you knew he was trying to rile you up as he had been, but you wanted to cum so bad. he seemed to have taken notice of the whine you let out, thumbs smoothening along your back. “let me help you.”
“no!” you stopped his wandering hands. “this is about you, not me.” you bounced on his dick quicker, placing your focus onto the pleasure laced into jeonghan’s voice as you did so.
“that’s true, my baby’s so smart. i think you deserve a reward.” you could tell he was getting close, his breath hitching through his words and his eyes fluttering shut.
even with his eye sight falling in and out of darkness, he was able to locate your breasts, not allowing for you to hide a mewl. just as he began to knead the skin, his tip found your g-spot, evoking a high-pitched moan from you.
“jeonghan… i don’t know how much longer i can wait,” you managed to get out, his hands traveling around your body. he enclosed them around your waist one final time.
he pushed your back, drawing you closer to him. “come here, y/n.”
you made it easier by leaning in, feeling his lips latch onto your neck. “help me just a little bit more,” he breathed onto your skin, sucking an angry red mark, then making a show of the action by licking his matching cherry lips.
you took his face into your hands, resting your forehead against his for a moment. “yoon jeonghan,” you heavily exhaled, a shy grin threatening to materialize, “i hope you always come to me. i hope this isn’t a one time thing. i hope you never sign an NDA again. i hope i’m yours.”
“mine, mine, only mine. out of 13, just mine. and i’m only yours.” his face contorted in something like lust, something you didn’t want to believe was lust. you could be just his. you were willing to do that.
“cum with me.”
with that, you released onto his length, not without a loud cry of his name. he thrusted into you twice more before he too came into the condom, a broken moan slipping past his lips.
for a few moments the two of you stayed like that, breathing against each other before you heard him call your name.
“should i run a bath?” he suggested. you made an approving noise, pulling off of his cock but not missing the hiss that came from the boy. he extended a hand to your own, letting you intertwine your fingers with a tired smile. jeonghan led you off of the bed, out of his room and into the hallway towards the fourth unit bathroom.
ah. it was right next to jeonghan’s room.
after getting the bath ready, the two of you slipped in, your body flush against his chest.
“i hope you weren’t lying.”
he broke the silence, caressing your shoulders in a gentle massage.
“about?”
“you and me. i don’t want you to be shy around me. this is a thing now. i’m an option.”
you leaned further back on one of his shoulders, his arm resting over your collarbone as you looked back at him.
“it’s not you who’s the option, it’s me. hannie, i’ve been waiting for this, i just didn’t know if you wanted it. when you need me, i’m here. sex or not, you know you’ve always had me. this thing with the members, it’s not complicated. if anyone finds love, then we’re back to just normal friends. same thing goes for you.”
“what if it’s you?”
you froze, taken aback at the boldness, but jeonghan had already began rephrasing his words.
“i’m not saying i’m in love with you,” that one hurt, but what did you expect? “i mean what if one of the members start liking you? or what if you start liking one of them?”
so much for him being an option.
“it won’t happen. they’re all adults, they won’t do anything more than a blowjob if they think they’ll somehow get more attached. and me,” your eyes fell on his fourth finger and the ring that circled around it. you can’t be selfish, that’s not what you’re here for. you shifted your gaze onto his, trying to provide some sense of reassurance to support your words. “don’t worry about me.”
“whatever you say, my princess.”
his, out of 13, he said you were his. you want to be his. could you be his?
“anything for you, my prince.”
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alright i don’t know why you guys have made me the face of ot6 briize but i’m going to give you guys my thoughts on the situation that you clearly want very badly. i have been into kpop for a very long time. i will say two main things about this boycott.
the first is that i have genuinely never seen such a strange group of toxic solo stans/akgaes that hate on the groups fans and lowkey shade members under the guise of “loving all the members/trying to protect them”.
this boycott campaign is genuinely just solo stans mad that their bias isn't being treated the way they want. if this was truly about the wellbeing of riize, we would be demanding for sm to give them better security at airports so they don't get mobbed. we would've been urging sm to take legal action against malicious comments earlier. we would be demanding better preparations for their comebacks like getting an actual mini instead of a bunch of singles. but none of that is happening.
instead, there's this weird "i don't like the rest of riize because there's no seunghan" vibe about the boycott. like why are individual member activities suffering because of this? why are we swearing at the members online, saying things like sungchan doesn't care about riize, the rest of riize are fake except for eunseok, etc. why are we bullying and bothering briize not participating in the boycott? for not talking about seunghan when there's literally nothing to talk about? these are things solo stans/akgaes do, not people who claim to love their group.
my second thing is that if you want to boycott riize be my guest. HOWEVER i think it is important to face the facts here. SM will not suffer from this boycott nearly as bad as riize will. they are a rookie group in a new generation, and they have an exceptional momentum going. but the industry is cutthroat and it moves fast. if this boycott is “successful,” then it will truthfully only sabotage riize and not SM. even if riize's members don’t end up losing profit, i believe a successful boycott could do insane damage to their confidence/psyche. it could also possibly effect future comebacks and their faith in fans. i’ve seen how fear of a comeback failing can harm members of a group mentally and i don’t want riize to go through that.
i support riize as a group so i'm not boycotting. i stream their music and watch their variety content and buy their merch because i like riize. this is going to ruffle some feathers but if you don't do any of those things SOLELY because your bias isn't involved than you're not a fan of the group! you are a solo stan! that is just a fact!
and telling me the boys would want me to boycott is literally insane. why are we putting words into their mouths? riize literally had a live recently damn near begging briize to stay with them and trust them. the words “we are closer as a group than you think” literally came from shotaro’s mouth...so i will choose to believe what has actually been expressed by the members instead of theory and hearsay spread by fans. if you want to boycott DO IT, but don’t try to guilt trip briize by saying the boys would want it.
all of the members have given up so much and have gone through so much to be in riize. sungchan literally dropped out of MIDDLE SCHOOL to train as an idol. eunseok dropped out and sohee turned down acceptance into a university to train. shotaro and anton literally moved away from their ENTIRE lives to pursue their dreams. you think i’m gonna make them suffer or let circumstances out of their control get in the way of THEIR success? i absolutely can't go for that i'm sorry.
and one last thing, i'm not trying to shame seunghan fans. i feel for y'all i really do. this may be perceived as snarky or rude, but this comes from a place of care. if it is so painful and upsetting stanning riize you shouldn't stan anymore. kpop is supposed to be fun! stanning a group is supposed to bring you little moments of happiness and it isn't supposed to cause so much turmoil or bad feelings! this isn't supposed to be this serious either!
also, i believe alot of my asks regarding seunghan or calling me an ot6 stem from me not writing for him. this is my account and i can post what i want. you guys can make your own account and post what you want. like you guys i'm a working class adult who posts little fics, lets remember that! i write for fun and to share it with people who wanna read it. i don't know why this account has gotten this crazy, or how i've made people so mad. you do not have to follow me or this account if this is an issue. i understand and i would much rather not have these asks or this energy on my page anymore.
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a producer's studio — ljh
summary: when you meet jihoon at age 15 he fills your stomach with butterflies. now at age 25 you find that sometimes things never change.
tags: smut (minors dni!), chilhood friends to lovers, fluff, minor angst, producer!au, idol!au
warnings: jealous!jihoon, fingering, oral (f. receiving), reader has nipple pericings, soft sex, first times, reader is a virgin
wc: 5.4k
an: i wanted to post a short jihoon fic because i love him so much but then it turned into having an actual plot whoops (it actually didn't turn out how i wanted it but i wasn't gonna scrap a fic that was already 3k words in so…)
“I’m Lee Jihoon.” The boy in front of you has black hair that falls over his forehead and soft round cheeks. “I’m a new trainee too! Maybe you and I can be friends.” He flashes a smile at you and you feel your face heat up.
You don’t know why you’re even flustered to begin with, it doesn’t happen often, but this boy makes your stomach flutter and your heart clench. Maybe it’s because he’s just like you, or maybe it’s because he’s the first person who seems genuinely interested in becoming your friend. You're not sure, but you are sure that you hope that he's right and you guys can become friends.
After that day you don’t see Jihoon too much, considering he trains with the boys and you train with the girls, but you do see him enough to build the semblance of a friendship between you two. You guys sometimes talk in the evenings after training and you trade stories of your groups.
You’re still quite shy around him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. (Maybe you wouldn’t be so shy if your heartbeat didn’t speed up everytime he looked at you.) You wouldn’t call Jihoon shy, but it’s obvious he’s a little reserved when talking to you, but he seems to be like that around everyone. Maybe he’s just cautious before getting to know someone. You don't mind either, as long as he stays talking to you.
It’s not exactly a crush, but you do have a bit of an interest? fascination? in Jihoon. You like how passionate and hard working he is. You've both taken an interest in the producing aspect of the K-Pop industry and you like to talk about that together. Outside of producing and being trainees you guys share plenty of other interests as well like the shows you watch and the foods you like. You enjoy his friendship and he obviously enjoys being around you as well.
Over the years you guys warm up to each other more and more until Jihoon is one of the people you are closest with. You see him less and less though as his debut date gets closer. He doesn’t seem to have much free time on his hands anymore but it still warms your heart when he's able to slip away to come see you. Jihoon even sends you some of the tracks he’s working on for you to help out with. When you guys are able to talk, your conversations always drift to your careers, dreaming of your futures climbing up the ranks of the K-Pop world.
That was a decade ago. You and Jihoon both are now international K-Pop sensations with stable careers and multiple awards under your belts. It’s not uncommon for you guys to have each other’s names on your tracks due to the amount of collaboration you guys do. Your groups are close and all of your fans love to see the interactions between each other.
You and Jihoon have grown a lot since the first day you met, both growing in your bodies and personalities, and even though you guys have been friends for ten years, it doesn’t stop you from sometimes still slipping into that shy persona you once always held.
Due to the nature of your job you’ve never had a boyfriend or even had sex with anyone. You do occasionally find yourself daydreaming of Jihoon in both situations though. You know it will never happen for a multitude of reasons, and you kind of hate yourself for even thinking about him in that way, but sometimes you can’t help but think about it.
Jihoon has always been there for you since day one. He’s one of your best friends and someone you can always rely on. You’re not sure when your little infatuation with Jihoon turned into a full blown crush but it’s been going on for far too long. It doesn’t help that you and Jihoon are always around each other and that your fans ship you guys an aggressive amount. You two ignore it but sometimes you wish that Jihoon would show some kind of emotion to it, even if it was disgust, just so you can gauge his reaction.
It wasn’t uncommon for your members to tease you guys whenever you would be at the same event or even if they caught you guys together working on a song. You would always blush a bit and tell them to shut up while Jihoon would grumble at them and get defensive, but he did that whenever his friends teased him about anything so it wasn’t enough to know if he was putting up an act or was actually upset about it.
Even if Jihoon liked you back a fraction of the amount you like him, you could never be with him, at least not for a long time. Seventeen just renewed their contract for another seven years and when your contract is up you know that your group will be doing the same. You guys are idols first, this is your whole career. You belong to the people, to the fans, and dating makes things messy and it would be even worse if you guys did date and it didn’t work out. There are too many factors, too many risks.
Nobody actually knows about your crush on Jihoon, though you’re sure everyone has their suspicions. You’re just glad the fans haven’t caught on yet or that would be embarrassing for you, having to see even more edits of you staring lovingly at your friend. The edits and posts you’ve seen so far are already bad enough. The fans have even started speculating that some of your love songs are about Jihoon and they’re not wrong but it’s a fact that you don’t want anybody to know.
“Y/N!”
You look up from your computer and pull the ear cover off of your right ear. Jihoon is standing behind you with a notebook in one hand and a bag in the other. You slide your headphones off your head and down around your neck at the sight of him.
Your guys’ new studios are right next to each other inside of the HYBE building, after you guys got moved out of the Pledis building. You spend equal amounts of time in both of the studios though.
“Hey! Thought you could use a break,” Jihoon tells you as he takes a seat on your couch and opens up the bag to pull out two servings of fried chicken. You put your headphones down on your desk and move your chair over to where he is beforing grabbing your food.
“My trainer is going to kill you,” you tell him but still dig right in.
“Are you still working on that song from yesterday?”
You sigh. You can’t seem to get this one song perfect and you don’t know why. It’s not working out how you want and you and Jihoon messed around with it all day yesterday and it still didn’t sound right. “Yes. I honestly might just set it aside for now. It’s just a solo song so it’s not super pressing, at least not as much as some of the group songs are.”
Jihoon frowns at this. “If that’s what you think, but don’t give up, I know it will come together eventually.”
“Thanks Jihoonie.” You shoot a grin at him.
“Hey since I’m here, want to help me with these lyrics?”
You watch from the side as Jihoon, Seungcheol, and Soonyoung shake their asses. You already know that the move is going to be a fan favorite. You love watching Jihoon dance and you smile as his voice cuts through the rest as he sings his part. When the boys are done filming, Jihoon runs up to you.
“Hey! I didn’t know you were going to be here today.”
“I thought I’d get out of the studio and drop by. I like your pants.” You grin at him and Jihoon chuckles as well at the two pairs of pants that sit around his hips.
“What are you doing after this?” Jihoon asks you. You respond with nothing and Jihoon smiles at you. “Want to get take out and watch a movie with the boys at the dorm?”
When the filming wraps up you join Jihoon and Soonyoung as they pick up food and go back to their dorm. Seungkwan and Jeonghan have already set up most of the things for the movie night and they look thrilled to see the food has arrived.
“Y/N-noona!” Seungkwan runs up to you and throws his arms around you and you hug him back.
“Hey Kwannie!”
“Are you staying for the movie?”
“Yep!”
Seungkwan cheers a bit more and pulls you onto the couch to cuddle. You hear a scoff and look over to see Jihoon rolling his eyes.
“Let her breathe Seungkwan.” He’s setting one of the bags of take out on the counter.
“Don’t worry Jihoon, it’s okay,” you laugh as Seungkwan pouts. You bury yourself deeper into his arms to show that it’s okay.
Soon Jihoon is walking over to you with two plates of food and he sits down on the other side of you before handing you a plate.
“Where’s mine?” Seungkwan asks.
“Get it yourself,” Jihoon grunts and you giggle. Seungkwan whines but still lets go of you to go get his food. You shift over so your arm brushes up against Jihoon’s. You two eat silently as the other three settle down and start the movie.
When you and Jihoon are both finished with your food, Jihoon takes your plates to the seat before taking his spot next to you again, this time pulling you into his arms. You know Jihoon isn’t big on skinship but he never seems to hesitate to touch you. You hope he can’t feel your heart beating out of your chest as he wraps his arms around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. If you guys were any closer you’d be sitting on Jihoon’s lap.
“Why do I never get to cuddle Y/N?” Soonyoung’s voice interrupts the movie as he stares up at you and Jihoon on the couch from where he’s sitting on the floor. “A little selfish of you Jihoonie.”
“Shut up.” You can’t see him but you know if you were looking at Jihoon he would be rolling his eyes. “Get your own friend.”
“Y/N is my friend! I want my Y/N time!” Before anyone can stop him Soonyoung is standing up and wedging himself in between you and Seungkwan on the couch so he can be pressed into your other side. You laugh as he does but Jihoon is huffing at his actions and Seungkwan is yelling and hitting at Soonyoung. Jeonghan snickers as the three boys start to fight even more. While they’re distracted you pull yourself away from Jihoon and move over to Jeonghan who happily wraps you up in his arms.
“How long do you think it will take them to notice?” Jeonghan whispers.
“At least three more minutes.”
Your guess is right and it isn’t until Seungkwan and Soonyoung are full on wrestling while Jihoon yells at them do any of them notice.
“Y/N! You traitor, how dare you go over to the devil!” Soonyoung says, fake scandalized.
“Hey! I’m an angel,” Jeonghan says and you giggle even more.
“You guys ruin everything,” Jihoon mutters. You pull yourself from Jeonghan to walk up to Jihoon and pull him into a hug.
“Don’t pout Ji it’s okay!” Jihoon seems to melt into your arms and he smirks smugly at the other members.
“See, fighting is useless when she likes me best.” Jihoon then sits down, pulling you onto his lap as he does. You squeal a bit before you fully settle. The other boys seem to pout a bit but don’t say anything more as you continue on with the movie.
“Can you go higher on that part? Come, come into my world,” you sing the last word higher. Vernon nods and tries again.
“That sounds great, thanks Vernon,” Jihoon tells him.
Just then Seokmin walks into the studio. His eyes light up at the sight of you and he pulls you into a hug. “Y/N! I didn’t know you were going to be here today. Aren’t you guys rehearsing today?”
“Ah, I thought I’d drop by to help with the recording. The Hip Hop Unit is doing dance practice but that doesn’t entail me, and I’m not far if they do need me.”
You love helping Seventeen record. You love your girls as well, of course, but the group of rowdy boys always brings up your mood. There are just so many of them and they’re all so talented. It's never boring being around them.
When recording wraps up you and Jihoon go back to his studio so he can piece together the whole song. Even though your guys’ studios are nearly identical, you love being in Jihoon’s more. Maybe it’s because there’s always a handful of boys hanging around or because his couches are a bit more broken in than yours. Not to mention he always had better food than you in his studio because the boys constantly bring their own snacks in. Deep down you know it’s because you love being able to watch Jihoon work, his face concentrated as he plays with the pitch of the song, but you won't admit that outloud.
“Jihoon-hyung!” The studio door is opening and Mingyu bounds in. All previous thoughts are forgotten though when his eyes land on you. “Y/N!” He moves over to the couch and wraps you up in his arms. He practically smothers you as his large body lays on top of you on the couch. You giggle though and wrap your arms around him as his large head buries itself into your neck. His body rests in between your legs and he hums contently at the warmth of your body.
“What do you want, Mingyu?” Jihoon’s annoyed voice interrupts the sweet moment between you and the large puppy boy.
“Oh right! Uh…”
A sigh from Jihoon. “Did you forget?”
“...Yes,” Mingyu admits shyly. “I’m sorry! Y/N is just so comfy and it distracted me,” he whines and hugs you tighter.
“If you don’t have a reason to be here then, get out.” Jihoon’s voice is demanding. “I need to work on this song and you’re distracting.”
“But Y/N can be in here!”
“Since when are you Y/N? Exactly.” Jihoon’s glare burns into Mingyu which has the younger boy quickly pulling away from you and scuttling out the door. You miss the weight of his body on top of yours and frown towards Jihoon.
“You didn’t have to kick him out like that, or at least you could have done it in another way.”
“He was being a nuisance. I need to focus on this song.”
You sit up at this. You don’t know what has the boy in a bad mood and you hope you don’t make it worse. “Do you uh, do you want me to leave as well?”
“No,” Jihoon answers firmly. “It’s…different for you. You’re a producer as well, you understand and you aren’t annoying. I like you here. This is our space, you know.”
You know he most likely means ‘our’ in a loose way, saying that generally about studio spaces belonging to producers, but it doesn’t stop your heart from fluttering when you hear him say it. Our space. A place for just you and Jihoon.
Idol and Producer Woozi from K-Pop Group Seventeen Seen On Date with Mystery Girl
You stare down at the headline. You were casually scrolling on Twitter, waiting for Jihoon to get back to his studio, when it came up. There were pictures attached and sure enough there was Jihoon, with a woman. You recognize her, not enough to know her name, but enough to know her face. You’ve seen her around K-Pop events, you think she’s some kind of manager or coordinator. In the photo the two are sitting in a cafe while Jihoon holds her hand on the table. He’s in ‘disguise’ but you can still tell it’s him through his mask and hat. In another photo it shows him leaning in, whispering in her ear. The final photo shows them standing, most likely saying goodbye, the two in an embrace.
A pain clenches at your heart and you don’t even realize you’re not breathing until you let out a small sob. Tears are quickly welling up in your eyes and you want them to stop so badly, but they don’t and they start to pour down your cheeks. They collect on your chin before falling down onto your phone screen. You shut the screen off so you don’t have to look at the photos anymore and you drop your phone to the floor as you yourself drop onto the couch. You dig the heels of your hands into your eyes as your shoulders shake with tears.
It’s stupid, crying over someone you’re not even dating, but you still do it. You didn’t even know Jihoon was looking into dating.
You’re startled out of your crying when the door to Jihoon’s studio slams open and Jihoon himself is standing there, a bit out of breath.
“It’s false!” He tells you before he walks up to you and sinks onto the ground. He grabs at your hands and clasps them tightly. “I promise I wasn’t- it’s not- we weren’t on a date! Those photos they, th-they make it look bad. It was a business meeting, of sorts. I wouldn’t, I’m not, it’s all…no, it’s just all no.” He’s babbling and you’ve never seen him so uncomposed but his eyes are wild yet sincere as he talks to you. “D-don’t cry, okay? I wouldn’t do that to you.” He reaches up and wipes at your tears. His hands cup your face and the warmth of his touch starts to calm you down. It seems that the touch also helps Jihoon himself calm down.
You two sit there in silence, both of your chests heaving as you try to catch your breaths. Slowly you slide off the couch and onto the floor yourself. You lean forward into Jihoon and he takes you in his arms as you bury your face into his neck, breathing in his scent. This seems to help ground you even more as you take a shaky breath.
“I don’t even know why I’m crying,” your voice is soft and a bit hoarse. “It’s just…stupid rumors. I’m just being dumb.”
“You’re not dumb,” Jihoon tells you, his firm in the way it always is when you talk bad about yourself. “It’s okay to cry. Are you okay now?”
You pull away from his embrace to look him in his eyes. They’re filled with worry and before you even know it you’re spilling your guts out to him. “No, I’m not okay, because I’ve been in love with you since I was fifteen and I think about you all the time, everyday, and every song I write is about you, and I can’t imagine you being with anybody else, and it broke my heart to even hear rumors about it because a part of me has been hoping and praying and wishing that you want me back and-”
Before you can end your rambling Jihoon is grabbing your face again, only this time it’s to pull you into a kiss. Your lips smash together and you instantly sink into the kiss. Your fingers find purchase on Jihoon’s shirt as you grip him tightly. Then, too soon for your liking, Jihoon is pulling away.
“I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. The guys won't stop making fun of me for it but I can’t help it. I want you all of the time, and nobody else. It kills me when the guys have their hands all over your and flirt with you. I never want to see you cry again because it breaks my heart and I hate when you call yourself dumb because you are the smartest, most beautiful, talented person I know.”
You want to cry again. Not because you’re sad, but because Lee Jihoon loves you back. You can’t find your words. You’re too overwhelmed. You feel so relieved and loved and happy and you want to tell Jihoon all of this but you can’t so instead you just pull him back into another kiss. This time it’s a bit needier as you try to take in all of Jihoon before you’re deprived of him again. He cradles your head in his hands and kisses you back with just as much want.
Your lips move against each other’s as you pull Jihoon into you by his neck. Your kissing is frantic and your teeth clash together as you desperately try to taste each other. Jihoon is then pulling away again so he can whisper to you, “I need you.” His voice is breathy and filled with lust. “I’ve needed you for so long now.”
“Please,” you whimper as his fingers start to trail up your shirt.
“Wanna show you how much I love you.” Jihoon’s mouth is kissing at your neck, his words muffled by your skin. His fingers are squeezing at you over your bra and you careen into his touch. “My pretty, pretty girl.”
Your fingers shake as they grip onto Jihoon, desperate to ground yourself to something. His hands are warm and skilled as they run across your skin. Want for Jihoon pumps through your blood as you push your body more into his. He grabs you and yanks you onto his lap as his lips find yours again. You kiss him passionately, his plump lips sliding against yours. The feeling of his warm tongue slipping into your mouth has you moaning and you feel your panties dampen.
Without breaking the kiss Jihoon picks you up and places you on the couch. Jihoon has barely sat down next to you before you’re reaching down to palm at him. The feeling of his hard-on is foreign but not unpleasant. You rub at him through his pants and his hips buck up to meet your hand. You squeeze lightly and can fully feel just how large Jihoon is under his sweatpants. Under your hand you can feel his dick twitch a bit and it has the man next to you whining.
“Shit, baby, don’t do that. Gonna make me cum in my pants,” Jihoon mumbles. “Lemme take care of you first at least.” He reaches down and removes your hand gently, placing it on his thick chest. His hand then moves to your hip, his palm and fingers digging into your hip.
Just from his touch alone you’re all worked up. Pleasure sparks through you as his lips suck gently on the skin behind your ear. His free hand moves up your thigh. The warmth from his palm trails up your leg and you unconsciously close your legs, but Jihoon gently nudges them back open. His fingers flit across your waistband before they plunge down the front of your pants and into your panties.
His touch burns your skin and you scream out before quickly biting down on your lip as the tips of his fingers connect to the bundle of nerves between your legs. He quietly shushes you as he starts to rub soft, slow circles into the bud. You whine and bury your face in his neck as he continues to work at your clit. He holds the back of your head with his hand to comfort you but doesn’t let up his ministrations.
“So pretty like this, all shy and needy for me. You’re getting so wet for me baby.” His fingers move further into your panties as he slips on into you. You clench down around the digit and grind against his hand which has Jihoon chuckling.
He pumps the finger in and out of you as you try your best not to come undone too quickly. He slowly inserts a second finger into you and you already feel so full, you’re not sure how you’re going to take him. His other hand comes down to paw at your pants and you help him yank them down your legs so he can have full access to you. You lay back and spread your legs a bit more so he can get a full view of your dripping cunt.
He groans at the sight of it and has to will himself not to bust right there. He starts to pick up speed in his thrusting, your arousal spreading all over his hand. His fingers are skilled from playing instruments and he easily curls his fingers into you, projecting pleasure throughout your whole body. You whimper as he slides a third finger into you. It’s a tight fit and you can feel the way he stretches you out on his fingers. He tells you how good you’re doing before leaning down to suck at your plush, smooth thighs.
The pleasure gets to be too much for you as you start to shake. Your pussy is fluttering as you clench down on Jihoon’s fingers, signaling to him that you’re close. He starts to pick up speed, thrusting in and out of you at a quick and steady pace. You’re a moaning mess as he does and it doesn’t take long for you to cum all over his fingers. Your eyes squeeze shut as you mewl out. Jihoon removes his fingers from you and you’re about to whine at the loss of the stimulation but you don’t even get the chance before Jihoon is leaning down and licking at your slit. He cleans you up with his tongue, sucking at your clit as you ride out your high.
When he pulls back his face is sticky with your arousal but he has a small smile on his face. “Taste so good, just like I knew you would.”
“Need you so bad Hoonie,” you whine and open your legs a big more. Jihoon’s dick stirs at the sight of your slick cunt, waiting for him to fill you up.
“Of course baby, I’m gonna show you all my love.” He’s pulling his shirt over his head and pulling down his own sweats. He gets up to grab a condom and you decide to strip yourself of your shirt and bra.
When Jihoon walks back over to his couch he stops in his tracks at the sight of your bare chest. He nearly creams his boxers right there when his eyes land on the small metal barbells that sit adorning your perky pink nipples.
“Shit baby, when did you get these?” Jihoon sits down on the edge of the couch and reaches down to pinch one of the piercings between his fingers. “Didn’t feel them earlier over your bra. God that’s so sexy.” You cant up into his touch, moaning as he teases your nipples.
You’ve actually had your piercings for a while. You were twenty when you got them and it was on a stupid dare that you and your members had made. The only people who know about them are your members and your stylist who is sworn to secrecy.
“God I need you so bad,” Jihoon tells you. His voice is low and dripping with lust. You can see how badly his cock is straining through his boxers, begging for release. You reach forward and gently reach into his boxers before pulling his dick free.
When his member pops free from its restraint you gasp a bit. It seems even bigger now that you can see it. You’ve never seen a dick in real life before but the sight of Jihoon’s makes your mouth water. You pump at it a bit but Jihoon is pulling your hand away before you can really get going.
“Don’t wanna cum too soon,” he explains as he pulls his boxers all the way down. He tears the condom open and rolls it down his throbbing dick. He crawls over your body, taking your mouth against his once more. You love the taste of Jihoon, all sweet from the Coca-Cola he guzzles down on the regular.
You can feel him rubbing up against your slit and you pull away from him, gasping a bit. “Jihoon, I’ve never uh…I’m a virgin.”
“I’ll take good care of you okay? But only if you want me to.” His voice is kind and caring as he caresses your cheek. “It’s all up to you baby.”
“N-no, I want you! I’m just afraid you won’t fit,” you admit in a shy voice.
When you look at Jihoon, his face is a tomato. “O-oh.”
Jihoon has hooked up with people before, nothing serious, but it’s happened. You on the other hand haven’t. Maybe it’s because your virtue is seen as more valuable than his, or maybe it’s because you’ve never wanted any guy other than Jihoon. You’re not sure, but know you’re a bit nervous as you’re just so inexperienced.
“Just uh, go slow okay?”
Jihoon gulps thickly and nods. He reaches down and lines himself up to your entrance before he slowly pushes his hips towards yours. The stretch of his dick is even tighter than his fingers and you can’t help but whimper as he fills you up.
Once he’s fully in you he waits as you adjust to his thick girth. You already feel overwhelmed just by him putting it in you. When it finally starts to feel less uncomfortable and more pleasurable you signal for him to start moving.
At a gentle pace Jihoon starts to slide out of you before he thrusts his hips back into yours. You moan at the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls. You grab at his broad shoulders and dig your nails into his skin. Jihoon groans at the feeling and he buries his face in your neck. The intimate action makes your stomach flutter and you feel giddy knowing that your long-time crush loves you back, and right now he’s showing you just how much he loves you.
His lips press soft kisses into your bare skin. The feeling of his plush lips against your warm skin sends shudders through your whole body as your pleasure starts to spike higher and higher as his hips rut deeper into you. His pace has quickened but he still keeps his soft demeanor. You let out a slew of mantras as you start to feel the tension in your body build up to an overwhelming amount.
Jihoon senses your impending orgasm and starts to suck at the sweet spot on your neck a bit harder as his hips start to snap into yours more deftly. With a final moan you’re releasing all of your pleasure, your orgasm washing over you for a second time today. Your body shakes as you grip onto Jihoon tightly, pulling his body into yours as you mewled. Jihoon’s hips stutter inside of you as he finds his own release.
When you finally calm down you slowly release your grip from Jihoon and let your body melt into the couch cushions. You stare up at Jihoon with droopy eyes and give him a soft, fucked out smile. You grab at his face and pull him down to kiss you and he complies. This kiss is softer than any of the others, and just from the soft touch of his lips you feel completely loved.
After a couple moments you pull back and Jihoon is pushing your hair out of your face. “I love you so much. Never think anything else.”
You only nod, your eyes starting to flutter shut. Jihoon is then pulling out of you and removing the condom before tying it off and throwing it away. You’re in and out of sleep as Jihoon cleans you up and gives you one of his sweatshirts and a bottle of water. After he’s finished he gathers you into his arms, whispering sweet nothings to you, as you drift off to sleep in his arms. You can worry about everything else later, right now you just want to feel safe in the arms of the man you love, in the studio you love so much.
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seventeen x gn!reader as spanish music i adore hyung line ver!
genre: fluff, angst, some idol!svt and reader, and some college and highschool au
warnings: miscommunication, situationships, suggestive? bad relationships, mentions of food/drink, breakups and implied relationships.
w/c: 2.3k
a/n: THE FIRST SONG PAINS ME (WE FREAKING MISS YOU ROSALÍA Y RAUW) , anyyyyywayss some of this music grew up with while some are still new! also sorry if the translation is ROUGH like literally i can understand the meaning no issue in spanish but then trying to translate something to hold the same meaning is hard!! p.s I'M SORRY TO JUNHUI, AND JIHOON STANS!! also a big big thank you to @fairybinie i love you vallie for helping me throughout this process!! ♡
hyung line | maknae line
seungcheol: beso by rosalía y rauw alejandro ♪ ༘⋆ “ya yo necesito otro beso, uno de esos que tú me da” -> “i need another kiss, one of those that you give to me”
if you guys weren’t in the idol industry together, you and seungcheol would definitely be the classic high school sweethearts! you two met at an award show and embarrassingly you got caught staring at seungcheol on the big screen.. afterwards you two lovebirds just kept bumping into each other and eventually he asked you out! it wasn’t at the company, nor through a direct message.. this man went the extra mile to write a song about you for seventeen’s upcoming album.. the sentiment was sweet and it was discrete enough to leave some mystery about who seungcheol dedicated the track to. while you two do make a nice couple everyone’s wishing on your downfall. not cause they hate you guys or anything but the pda and your loveliness is a bit much…
“hehe, cheolie one more.. before you go.. pleaseeee? ” you plead as the two of you are outside of the dance studio.
“yn sweetie i have to get to practice.” he tries to let you down and with all his strength pull off a restrictive look on his face
“choi seungcheol! i thought we had something special?!?” you respond pretending to be annoyed at the latter, adding a pout and crossed arms to enhance your effect on him
he looks around at his rehearsing members who are a bit busy messing around. before he shares a glance with you, finally giving in. “fine fine, one more then i'm leaving.”
“hyung, get a room please!” you two hear as you peck each other on the lips, smiling throughout the exchange.
“aigoo, don't get jealous dino!!!” seungcheol argued back with the youngest member before rushing off to practice
jeonghan: el chico del apartamento 512 by selena ⋆🎧✮⋆ “el chico del apartamento 512, es el quien me hace tartamuda y más” -> “the boy from apartment 512, is the one who causes me to stutter or worse”
yoon jeonghan, your next door neighbor and secret crush. well it's not that much of a secret apparently everyone knows about your little crush except for the man himself! someone please help jeonghan connect the dots. your crush first started when you moved in and seungkwan and jeonghan decided to come help you with your boxes. it happened like it was yesterday, you had a stack of boxes in your hands and with the luck you had, led you to bump into somebody. that somebody is your new neighbor seungkwan. after he nagged at you for not paying attention and jeonghan’s noisy ass came outside to see all the drama. you managed to get your items unpacked, and make some new friends over some dinner and some apologies for the incident earlier. since that day every time you’d bump into jeonghan it was just nerves and butterflies. you couldn’t form sentences, nothing could out of your mouth. all you could do is stand and get teased by him, and in his typical jeonghan manner. he still doesn’t know you like him but any chance he sees someone fumbling and acting funny, he takes it. even with seungkwan’s help, there's only so much he can do as your “wingman”.
“jeonghan-hyung doesn't yn look cute today?!” seungkwan whispers as he pulls jeonghan aside during a barbeque party the residents are hosting.
“ehh you think so seungkwan, why don’t you say something?!” jeonghan teases him. typical to seungkwan’s innocent manner, he can't tell if his hyung is joking or not.
“ACTUALLY why don't you!?” the younger male presses further with a forced smile and pushy tone in his voice.
“i think it would be nice hearing something from you for once?” (as if kwannie isn’t the one always talking at 2304940 words per minute /j)
as you make your rounds greeting everyone at the event your head pops up at the sound of a familiar voice “yah! yn you look cute today….. seungkwan told me hehehe”
“erm.. thank you kwannie” you replied with an awkward smile at the pair
“you're welcome yn!” seungkwan told you as he’s mouthing “im sorry”
joshua: darte un beso by prince royce ⤹˚˖♬୭ “yo solo quiero darte un beso, y regalarte mis mañanas” -> “i just want to give you a kiss, and to gift you all my tomorrows”
joshua hong, commonly known as the “gentlemen'' in a class of more than one hundred people. can be still remembered as the guy with a down to earth personality, with heavenly looks in the mix. while he has this aura surrounding him, he just so happened to spill his americano on you as he was trying to get to his seat. he’s lucky it was iced… anywaysss after you two managed to laugh it off with some napkins and a new jacket. he made it a routine to bring you both a drink for lecture. you and shua bonded over your music tastes and he invited you to an open-mic event happening at his friend soonyoung’s cafe. the “date” went well, the natural chemistry between you two really just kept the energy there. of course you two hit it off as friends, but as the day went by you couldn’t help but notice his glances looking away in embarrassment when you caught him. you figured you two could be something more but you didn’t have that reassurance just yet. but towards the end of the event you snapped out of your little daze to see joshua on stage himself “for a very special someone”.
“joshua.. i didn’t know you could sing?!?” you exclaim in awe once you see him settle in his chair.
“i think there are still some surprises left.” joshua hinted at, but you’re not quite sure what he meant by that
“and you even sang my favorite song, i didn’t think you’d remember” you couldn’t hide the excitement in your voice as you moved a bit closer to him.
he pauses and stretches his words out to agree “offff ccooourssse i remembered yn” (he didn’t )
“ahem..yn i really.. really like you and i was wondering if we could be official and that i totally wish i could kis-” he blurts out all at once as a voice cuts off the last of his confession.
“HEY JOSH DID YN REJECT YOU OR WHAT??!!??”
junhui: no me queda mas by selena ⋆🎧✮⋆ “no me queda más, si tu regreso hoy sería, una imposibilidad.” -> “ i have nothing left. your return today would be an impossibility.”
dating an idol is difficult. although you weren’t an idol yourself, you understood the challenges and responsibilities that came with his job. there weren't always cameras in your face and it wasn’t as dramatic as the rumors claimed. that all passed as the time went on, but what was theatrical was seeing another message on your screen being stood up like you have been for the past few months accompanied with overused apologies and “i love you”. junhui started filming for his drama, which meant less time for the relationship and at first you were understanding, but over time you couldn’t help but miss your boyfriend immensely. you thought you could handle the stress and loneliness of separation. if you could do it during the tour season you could handle the distance, well that was until you got a message from him.. it was the last straw..
“yn.. my love we need to talk”
“about what junnie? about you not being able to see me as much anymore?”
“yn.. don't be like that you know i'm busy over here!!”
“i know that junnie, i just don't know how much more i can take of being away from you…”
“i can’t do this .. anymore junnie… it hurts”
“yn, we can make this work i promise”
beep
“yn??!??!?”
ring ring ring ring
“ynnie answer me… please..”
wonwoo: cuando me enamoro by enrique iglesias y juan luis guerra ⋆｡°✩♬ ♪ “Cuando me enamoro, cuando menos me lo espero, me enamoro, se detiene el tiempo.” -> “when i least expect it, i'm falling in love… time stopping”
jeon wonwoo, the cute boy next door. quite literally being your bestie since diaper days which followed into high school. you two got closer as you got older and were practically inseparable since. the only difference was wonwoo, he was so awkward with you the last few days of senior year… he wouldn’t make eye contact, he’d stop getting so close with you, he said he was busy with mingyu and couldn’t hangout with you anymore, and you couldn’t figure out why. he didn’t even know himself what made him act like this. it wasn’t until mingyu had to spell it out for him. and that’s when he decided to do something.. well before somebody else could steal you from him.
after hearing the few soft knocks at your door, you're greeted to a drenched wonwoo.. with a broken umbrella in his right hand and his left behind his back. “there you are…you’re completely soaked.. what’s going on wonu talk to me” you ask him softly as he stands outside your door.
“please don’t leave me after i tell you this…” he mustered as his insecurities ate at him with his head low.
as his anxiety peaked in this moment your voice broke his worries “i could never, leave you wonwoo.. ” you reassure him reaching a hand out to pat his head.
he steps a bit back before opening his mouth again.“yn.. we have been friends for a while now.. but.. i think i’m falling in love with you and i don’t know what to do” he admits, as he still avoids your gaze.
“we’re going to figure it out together, because i like you too jeon wonwoo"
"now let's get you inside .. you look like a wet kitten!!” you joked as you pulled him into your home and slammed the door shut.
soonyoung: ahora te puedes marchar by luis miguel ⊹♡🎶 “contigo yo perdí, ya tengo con quien ganar” -> “I have lost with you, but now I have someone to win with.”
heartbroken soonie coming to your house, for the twentieth time after another breakup and with food ready and some movies in the background. there you are, nursing him back to health once again.. as he can’t help himself and wraps his arms around you and cries on your shoulder. you were always there for him and seeing him like this was a bit cruel. he was such a sweet guy and didn’t deserve the heartbreak. after he gets his energy back he’s the life of the party you once knew.. and then realization hits him!! fast forward a few weeks later and you have a face full of flowers and a stuffed tiger in the form of a confession. that you were the one who was right there all along and he wants to spend his life with you and only you. and while you appreciate the gesture you just want soonie ot heal up a little bit before rushing into things. but little did he know you share the same sentiment as him for a while now. and you were ready to admit it when the time was right.
it’s now some time after soonyoung first confessed to you, he texts you that he’s waiting by the swing set at the park near your apartment. “y/n what are you doing?” he questions when you greet him with his favorite flowers and a different tiger plushie.
“guess what? i like you too soonie, and i can’t keep losing you to other people '' you reveal after the several months went by and your feelings for soonyoung didn’t fade away. as you squeezed the items held in your hands.
“yn, i didn’t know you felt this way” he admits as he slowly takes the flowers and stuffed animal from you. beaming with a smile as he focuses between you and the plush doll.
“i know, i just felt there was never a good time to show it” you shrug your shoulders while trying your best to maintain eye contact.
“well there’s no time other than the present.” he replies “now that you confessed, it’s you and i always and forever” he accepts and wraps you around in his embrace, nuzzling his head in your hair.
jihoon: mientes by camila ⤹˚˖♬୭ “mientes, me haces daño y luego te arrepientes, ya no tiene caso que lo intentes” -> “you lie, you hurt me and later regret it. there 's no point in you trying anymore.”
jihoon just needed a little coping mechanism, something with no strings attached. he’s been hurt one too many times and he couldn’t afford it happening again, so that’s why he came to you.. and that was the agreement at the time. between the both of you. he told himself wouldn’t get attached at least that’s what claimed. but the problem with these kinds of relationships is that there aren’t any boundaries, there are misunderstandings and there feelings are present when they shouldn’t be involved.. it was hard for the both of you to end whatever this was.. especially when people lie to themselves.. but you wouldn’t dare fall for each other, it would ruin the purpose, it would ruin everything. and of course there are always problems with relationships, nobody is perfect and you can't read each other's minds. nonetheless, was calling it off the best thing to do? no i don’t think it was , and neither do the both of you but what are you guys supposed to do but run away from it all. but what if someone wanted to run towards the other.
ring… ring… ring… ring…
“pickup yn.. my yn.. please” jihoon chokes out. as he nearly sobs on the phone, contemplating your relationship.
beeeeppp
“hello!” the familiarity of your voice made him lose all rationality.
“yn please it’s jihoon i’m sorry please come ho-”
“you have reached, ynnie!! and i’m not home at the moment but just leave a message and i’m sure i’ll get back to you soon!” the sound of your voicemail ran through his ears in a loop as he couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks.
#seventeen#seventeen angst#kpop x reader#seventeen reader#seventeen fic#svt x reader#seventeen x gn reader#seventeen x you#seventeen imagine#seventeen x reader#seventeen fics#seungcheol x reader#jeonghan x reader#joshua x reader#wonwoo x reader#junhui x reader#jihoon x reader#hoshi x reader#woozi x reader#soonyoung x reader#✿ — uyu writes#❀ — strawberri uyu masterlist#k-labels
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Producing Pleasure: Prologue
(Main story of Idol Alternate Universe)
Tags: Original Characters, no smut, just a teaser, an intro to the world
This is an alternate universe. Some events may differ from real life.
Thanks to @twice-inamillion The Company series for making me revive this idea from the drafts. Check out their awesome work on their blog.
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“What?!”
“I said, I want you to produce our new girl group.” Mrs. Kwon repeats herself. You rub your face in disbelief, hoping your CEO is joking.
“With all due respect Ma’am, I’m already a leader of a group and you put me in charge to become our group creative director. That’s quite a lot. Why not choose Eunji or Keenan for the job?” you plead your case. All your focus is for your co-ed group, Twelve Six, along with Eunji and Keenan. With being creative director for your group and sometimes groups under your label, you don't want more stuff in your hand.
“Well, Eunji is also helping out as a composer for Phoenix. And Keenan is broadening our A&R connections. We may be an up and coming label in this industry, but we are still short staffed.” Slumping back to your chair, gears in your brain are working hard to find a way out of this.
“Then why don’t you hire someone who has experience doing this kind of stuff? I know you have the money to find one. If the three of us are spread thin like this, when are we going to make music?”
Mrs. Kwon always says that the three of you were geniuses and is the reason why OTB is the rising star of companies in Kpop. Take Shamrock for example. A thirteen member boy group and the first idol group under OTB. You recommended a talented Japanese street dancer that you used to battle and Keenan found a genius kid producer online. Both of them become important members of Shamrock. As for Eunji, she trained OTB’s first GG, Phoenix in vocals. With her and her sister, they composed and produced music for the five member group, resulting in them competing in the Red Sea of girl groups right now. Also not to mention, your group Twelve Six. Your group’s music is able to breakthrough the public listeners. Decades after the last big co-ed group, finally Twelve Six changed that. Now, Korea sees Twelve Six as “Music for the people” because of your group penmanship and music move and touch many people's souls, not just in Korea but also the world.
“Because I trust you and I see potential in you to be a great producer.” there she goes again, putting huge faith in you. Ever since joining your label, Out of The Box (OTB) Studios, you have been one of her favourites. As an experience street dancer and performer, also having a brain being a portal to fantasy world says Mrs. Kwon, she has pushed you to the limits. She even goes as far as creating you a co-ed group with her youngest daughter Kwon Eunji and a Korean American rapper named Keenan Shin. The three of you were born on the same day and year, the twelfth of June, hence the name Twelve Six comes from.
With all the money in the world and full trust on you, Mrs. Kwon will do anything to help you to become one of the greatest artists in K-pop. But you doubt your ability if you are given another responsibility.
“Listen, Choi Sesang.” you sit up straight as your CEO calls you by full government, “Just please look into this file and consider it.” a brown file is presented in front of you. Reluctantly, you take it and open it. The first name on the paper almost made you jump out of your seat. You flip through the pages and surprisingly most of the names are familiar to you.
“Ma’am, there are-”
“Yes, they were idols. Some had troubles with their past companies and ended their contracts, and some I bought them out of their contracts.” bloody hell this rich woman. Her way of using money to get what she thinks is the best for the company still baffles you even after years knowing her, “They deserve a second chance and I know you’re up for the job. And rumour has it, you have your ways with girls.” she gives you a teasing look.
“Your daughter really has a nasty mouth, you know that?” Mrs. Kwon laughs at you cursing her youngest daughter.
“I don’t care if what Eunji implied was the truth or not. But I do have my own eyes.” she says after calming herself, “Your relationship with the Phoenix girls is admirable. They see you as a brotherly figure and a safe space to talk to. Those girls are strong minded and some are hard to get through, but you easily befriend the girls. That is enough for me to know you’re the right person for this project.” you look down to the file in your hand, taking in all what Mrs. Kwon says. A heavy sigh escapes your lips.
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
“Splendid!” she claps her hand in joy, “Also, there is one thing I need to tell you.”
Here you go, the catch in all of this, “Doing this job means you have got out of your way to get the job done. I know you are a good kid and have been staying clean until now. But sorry to say son, you have to get your hands dirty with this one. It's part of the industry, the system. No matter how long you try to avoid it, your time will come.”
Saying those words with a beaming smile so easily creeps you off. Well, a CEO of a K-pop company is not exactly the most morally right person in the world. Mrs. Kwon has always been brutal when it comes to business and you are led into one of her traps. Situations like this remind you where Eunji gets her nasty personality from.
Defeated, you know there’s no way out of this. Your fate has been sealed by the devil. Already, you try to drown your mind to come to terms with this twisted system. With heavy heart, you look straight at Mrs. Kwon. You can see insanity behind her eyes.
“So… do the job by any means necessary?”
“Correct! There you go, already getting a hang of it.” it’s supposed to be a laugh of joy for Mrs. Kwon, but it feels like she’s laughing at you. Soon enough, you will be playing with people's lives just like her.
“The girls will be coming in next week. Prepare yourself, mind and body. I have a feeling you will like them.” with a smirk, she leaves the room. You groan as you throw yourself back into the chair. The dreaded day is near. By next week you will become one of those industry scumbags. You love performing and singing, but you despise the industry. Being in it long enough to know stuff. The girl that you will be working with surely also knows a thing or two.
Thinking about your doomed future only makes you mad at yourself. Feeling suffocated, you pack your stuff and go home, not before leaving a text in the group chat.
Chat Room
Three silly peas in a pot
You
@Enzy your mother is a fucking witch
Enzy
WHAT THE FUCK?!
I mean you’re not wrong
But still…
WHAT THE FUCK?!
THAT’S MY MUM YOU PRICK!
K.S.
LOL 😂
Dorms now
I need this juicy story 👹
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Three days since you operate as the main producer for OTB’s new girl group. You’ve met with the company staff and instructors over the week to discuss the training program. These three days have been orientation and waiting for the rest of the girls to join the company. Today is the day where they all finally present and training will begin to ramp up.
You arrive at the company at eight. Not wanting any problem, you do a morning check up every day just to make sure. After doing that, you take a sip of your black coffee while looking through the girl's profile again. You seriously can not wrap your head around the names on the list. Mrs. Kwon really is a crazy businesswoman for getting these girls to become trainees again in your company.
“Damn they’re hot.” startled, you almost spilled your hot coffee onto the papers. You look back to see Keenan peeking over your shoulder. His curly dark brown hair really needs a cut. It almost pokes your eye.
“Could you not sneak up on me like that?”
“You’re the one who’s busy staring at these profiles.”
“Hey!” he takes a seat next to you and slides the file over to him. You let him be, as you need a break from reading those papers over and over again.
“Still can’t believe they are trainees here.” Keenan says.
“Me too.”
“Mrs. Kwon is one damn good negotiator.”
“You can say that again. It’s like a person playing DnD and always rolls Nat 20 on persuasion.” Keenan laughs at your cheeky joke.
“Yeah… so, which one you gonna fuck first?”
“I- what?! Bro, shut up.” you punch his arm only for him to laugh even more.
“Come on, seriously bro. There are some hot chicks right here. If I were you, I would try every single one of them.”
“But I’m not you dumbass. I’m not some guy who will fuck every girl he sees.”
“Not yet.”
“Fuck off.” Keenan's laugh now turns hysterical. He’s always been like this. Being from Brooklyn makes him more frontal than your average Korean. He’s been teasing you since both of you met. With your ability in speaking English, you bonded easily with him. You also help him get accustomed with his homeland culture. But it seems you can’t take Brooklyn out of Keenan.
You take back your file from Keenan and walk off, “Ay! Where are you going?”
“Training is almost starting! I’m needed in the dance room!” you shout back at him.
“Okay then! Tell me if you score on one of them!” you don’t look back and flip him off. You can hear Keenan laugh fading as you walk further away from him.
The dance room for trainees is in the basement. Everything related to the trainees are in the basement. Only the ones who debut are the only ones who can experience the freedom of the city view from the artist dance room upstairs. For the trainees, the dark and damp basement is their prison. Some even will never see the day of light from the dungeon. Sound of blaring music can be heard at the end of the hallway. The girls may be stretching right now.
Other than being the main producer for the group, Mrs. Kwon also personally assigned you to be one of the dance instructors. Talk about a burden. It’s not the first time you are teaching a class. During trainee days, you already helped to train the fellow members of Shamrock and Phoenix. It’s just for a few sessions because Shamrock have a capable and experienced dance line and for Phoenix they are natural performers. Not the same can be said for this group. Maybe one or two names stood out, but they are nowhere near the talent as your fellow labelmates when they first join the company. And your part is to train them to be on par to standards.
Standing before the dance room door, you take a deep breath before twisting the door handle. The sound of your arrival alerts the girls. Quickly, they line up in a line with one of them scrambling to turn off the music before joining the line.
“Good morning PD-nim.” they greet you in unison.
“Good morning. At ease.” you say that, but they are clearly tense. Fifteen girls standing in front of you. You recognize their faces with a few unfamiliar ones. Some of these girls had a respectable career as idols. They are without a group due to them being in a project group making their contract length shorter than normal or suing their way out of their contract because of how stupid their company was. Some were in a group that disbanded. Others are trainees from different companies. Now, here they are starting from zero once more.
Knowing you have to keep professionalism, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Starting today, you will have these girls' fate on strings. Toying with their dreams, giving them false hope. Just like Mrs. Kwon you thought. You open your eyes and give them a big smile.
This is when you notice Mrs. Kwon foul tricks, attacking your weakness: boobs. Most of these girls have sizeable to huge tits. You felt your cock twitch at the sight of the girls wearing tight sports bras, pushing their boobs together. One of them has a big enough bust, it outlines her baggy shirt.
“My name is Choi Sesang. For those who don’t know, I will be the main producer for this debut project as well as your dance instructor. Pleasure to finally meet you all.”
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If you made it this far, thank you for reading. Like I said on the top, this was an idea that was collecting dust in my google docs. @twice-inamillion The Company series really got me thinking about this idea again.
I already have a few names for the girls: Chaehyun, Natty, Hyeju, and Xiaoting so far, with the first three already having a rough idea for it.
Recommendations for idol names are gladly accepted with the general prompt of the story would be helpful also.
I know I said a Pokémon story is on its way but that's on hold for now. I have struggles for the smut scene of that story. Wait a little more.
See you next time 😄
#kpop smut#smut#original character#kpop au#kpop girls#hyejoo smut#chaehyun smut#xiaoting smut#natty smut
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